My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Sitting before the computer, I watched Jihoon “frenetically” suckling in the video.

If Yumi hadn’t been feigning sleep at this moment—even if she were genuinely asleep—she would likely have made small movements in her dreams.

Yet her pretense of slumber now backfired.

The tingling sensation on her nipples made Yumi struggle to suppress it.

Had she had no inhibitions, she would probably have moaned aloud by now.

Though she fought it fiercely, the faint tremors at the base of her thighs betrayed her rising desire…

After a moment of feeding, Jihoon withdrew his mouth and hands from Yumi’s breasts.

Kneeling on the mattress, he gently sniffed his fingers and licked his lips, seemingly savoring the sensation and taste of her breasts— that faint, milky sweetness mixed with the warm, womanly scent of her skin.

Meanwhile, Yumi, who had endured this “torment” for so long, finally breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The trembling in her body and thighs temporarily ceased.

**

After resting in his kneeling position for a moment, Jihoon’s gaze swept over Yumi’s body once more…

this time, however, directed squarely at her lower half.

Her upper body had already been thoroughly savored and explored by Jihoon, and his expression seemed filled with satisfaction and relief.

Tonight, Yumi slept more deeply than ever before.  

Despite his prolonged efforts, she had merely shifted her arm slightly.

And even during the main event—sucking on her tits—she hadn’t stirred.

This emboldened him considerably.

Time ticked by.

Yumi seemed to be silently praying inside, hoping Jihoon would simply dress her afterward and let her sleep.

But in the end, she was disappointed.

Having tasted the sweetness, how could Jihoon just give up?

With Yumi sleeping “so soundly” tonight, how could Jihoon not seize the opportunity?

Finally, he reached out again, this time aiming for her pussy. Surprisingly, he didn’t immediately pull down her nightgown bottoms.

Instead, he touched her pussy through the fabric.

The moment his hand made contact, Yumi’s body visibly trembled. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see his movements at all.

This touch felt like a sudden attack.

Yumi’s most sensitive, private area was touched by Jihoon. Caught off guard, she trembled reflexively.

Jihoon felt her shudder and froze after touching her pussy.

He couldn’t tell if her trembling was an unconscious movement in her sleep or a sign she was about to wake up.

After that initial tremor, Yumi grew still.

She was now utterly consumed by desire, and every one of Jihoon’s actions unintentionally intensified her arousal.

Since my health issues began, our intimate moments had become rare, yet Yumi was at an age where her sexual desire was growing ever more intense.

Sexual desire was like Pandora’s box, leaving it untouched was manageable, but once opened, it became utterly uncontrollable.

Watching the video now, I couldn’t fathom it.

I truly couldn’t.

Why did she keep pretending to sleep when Jihoon touched her most private place?

Why didn’t she wake up?

Why didn’t she get up and slap Jihoon as a lesson?

Perhaps her heart was in turmoil, unable to decide what to do…

Perhaps she didn’t want to ruin the hard-won intimate mother-son bond she’d built with Jihoon…

Perhaps she didn’t want to hurt the healing heart of Jihoon…

Or maybe Jihoon was giving her a special kind of psychological stimulation, and she was lost in the forbidden pleasure, unable to pull herself away.

Or maybe her rationality had already been destroyed by lust…

Or maybe ever since she “accidentally” saw Jihoon’s huge penis, she had already had the idea of wanting to try this huge penis…

My heart was as chaotic as Yumi’s in the video.

But what could I do?

The events in the video had unfolded just a few days after I left home. 

And, I’d been away for over two months total… all of this was already in the past.

Even if I tried to intervene now, it would be futile. Time couldn’t be turned back.

I thought I knew Yumi, but I didn’t know all of her. Everyone has their own secrets and a private corner in their heart that no one else knows.

Tonight, I couldn’t read her mind at all…

While I was thinking, Jihoon had already started rubbing her pussy through the pajama pants.

He pressed his index and middle fingers together and stroked her pussy lips through the fabric.

Yumi was trying her hardest to endure it.

She knew Jihoon wasn’t lying on top of her sucking anymore.

With his face and mouth now free, he must be observing her face and lower body closely.

So Yumi was desperately suppressing her expressions and body movements.

But her worries were unnecessary.

In the darkness of the night, Jihoon couldn’t possibly see Yumi’s expression.

All his attention was on her lower body, and all his senses were focused on those two fingers.

He could feel the growing heat radiating from her core, the subtle way her labia seemed to swell and part slightly under his persistent rubbing.

A faint wetness began to seep through the pajama fabric, making his fingertips glide more smoothly.

Jihoon’s breathing grew heavier as he explored further, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against the area near her entrance, feeling the cloth cling to her folds.

Yumi’s thighs clenched involuntarily, a tiny spasm that she tried to disguise as a shift in sleep.

Inside, her body was betraying her completely—the slow, rhythmic rubbing was sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit, which had grown swollen and sensitive.

Juices continued to leak, soaking the crotch of her pajamas until the material felt slick and warm against her skin.

She could feel every ridge of his fingers through the thin barrier, the way he occasionally pinched the fabric lightly, tugging it gently against her clit and sending jolts through her.

Jihoon probably thought Yumi’s earlier trembling was just a normal reaction in sleep.

Even if she moaned or shuddered now, he’d probably assume she was having a sensual dream.

After all, he’d read plenty of novels where that’s how it was portrayed.

Practice makes perfect. Jihoon’s actions toward Yumi were becoming steadier and bolder.

Jihoon gently savored the fullness of Yumi’s labia and the heat radiating from her honeyed passage.

His initial touch through her pajama bottoms was more an exploration… testing the limits of Yumi in her sleep.

What if, like before, things fizzled out midway?

That would be utterly disappointing.

Jihoon was thoroughly enjoying himself, but it was torture for Yumi, who was desperately holding back.

His teasing had set her body ablaze, her desire soaring, yet she couldn’t moan or move. All the fire inside her had nowhere to go.

From start to finish, the struggle and conflict on her face never ceased.

She kept swinging between waking up and continuing to pretend, torn between choices.

Yet as time passed, the scales tipped… the center of gravity shifted toward feigning sleep and enjoying it.

After rubbing for a while, Jihoon saw that besides some normal sleeping movements, Yumi showed no sign of waking up.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He finally felt he truly understood how deeply she slept.

He withdrew the two fingers caressing her pussy, replacing them with both hands, which moved toward her waist.

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