NTR: My Apartment Complex

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Vivi (5)

The temperature in the dining room seemed to rise by the minute, blending the heavy fumes of alcohol with the earthy, musky scent of flesh.

Seeing Graider sunk so deep into his stupor that he could no longer tell north from south, a sudden urge to torment him to the absolute limit welled up inside me. Leaning in close to Vivi’s ear, I simultaneously issued a direct, challenging remark to the husband sitting right opposite us:

"Graider, do you mind if I ejaculate straight inside Vivi’s pussy?"

Graider blinked hazily, his mind—completely distorted by drugs and alcohol—incapable of perceiving the sheer terror behind that question. Laughing goofily, he gave a hearty, instantaneous nod:

"Of course... go right ahead, Hugo... Do whatever you like..."

Hearing that utterly depraved permission spill right from the husband’s own mouth, Vivi could no longer hold back, letting out a delirious moan. Bouncing frantically on my lap, her hands gripping tightly onto the chair armrests, she let out uninhibited, lewd words:

"Aghh... Hubby... Hugo’s dick is so good... I can’t take it anymore... I want his semen... Shoot it all deep into my womb, darling..."

Vivi’s shameless, pleading, and lewd words acted like a spark to the raging fire of desire burning fiercely within my chest. With not a single shred of restraint remaining, I let out a low growl, my hands gripping tightly onto her full, bouncing buttocks, pouring all my strength into thrusting my hips upward at a dizzying speed.

Slap! Slap! Clack! Clack!

The sound of colliding flesh rang out rapidly, crisply, and wildly within the silent expanse of the dining room. Each powerful, ruthless, and deep plunge drove straight to the very bottom of her womb, stirring every single slimy nook and cranny within the warm vaginal cavity. Every sinew in my body grew rigid, and scorching-hot blood surged frantically through every vein, concentrating entirely on the ultimate apex in my lower region.

"Darling... deeper... I want to die drowning in Hugo’s cum...!" Vivi threw her head back and screamed, her face smeared with tears and mucus from sheer bliss, her lips parted and relaxed completely to let her moans echo freely.

Witnessing that supreme act of depravity unfold right before Graider—the husband innocently slumped over the table from drunkenness—the psychological and physical pleasure merged, pushing me right to the brink of explosion.

"Take it, Vivi!" I roared, gripping her slender waist tightly and freezing my motion instantly.

At that exact moment, the veiny shaft buried deep inside her vulva twitched violently in successive spasms. My prostate clamped down on every single muscle fiber, expelling the entire massive volume of thick, scorching, opaque white semen accumulated up to that point, pumping it in torrential waves straight deep into the cuckolded woman’s womb.

Successive waves of scorching-hot liquid fired continuously, erupting under immense pressure and causing her vaginal walls to contract repeatedly in agonizing spasms. Vivi’s eyes rolled back, her entire body shuddering violently as her legs turned to jelly, devoid of any remaining strength.

Due to the overwhelmingly vast and abundant volume of semen, a portion that couldn’t be contained spilled back out through her split, trickling in steady streams down her snow-white thighs and dripping onto the floor. A warm, brimming, and utterly satisfying sensation spread throughout my chest, closing out a scene of decadent carnal indulgence right before the complete helplessness of reason and the wretched husband.

The aftershocks of the climax lingered lazily down my spine, leaving Vivi’s body limp as she leaned entirely against my chest. Inside her vaginal cavity, the phallus had yet to completely soften, while her uterine walls continued to contract gently as though desperate to trap every single drop of freshly poured semen.

On the opposite chair, Graider had slumped his head entirely onto the table due to the lingering effects of alcohol and the heavy dose of sleeping drugs deeply soaked into his system. Wheezing softly, he sank completely into a heavy slumber, utterly oblivious to the fact that his wife was still sitting squarely on another man’s lap, their lower bodies locked together in an intensely sensual posture.

Vivi panted in broken, ragged breaths, her sweat-drenched face buried against my shoulder as she whispered in a trembling, bliss-filled voice:

"He’s... fast asleep..."

I leaned down, pressing a light kiss onto her messy hair before sliding my hand down along her smooth, bare back, which still retained its warmth. Looking at the deeply unconscious, sleeping husband at such close range, a sense of thrill mixed with sheer arrogance welled up inside my chest once more. This party clearly didn’t have an endpoint yet.

Despite having just gone through an energy-depleting climax, my phallus below hadn’t completely calmed down, rapidly growing rock-hard once again within the warm, wet confines of her vulva.

Wasting no time, I used both hands to grip tightly around Vivi’s slender waist, decisively hoisting her entire body up off my lap right before the helpless, sleeping husband.

I laid Vivi flat on her back right across the surface of the dining table, where leftover food dishes and wine glasses still lay scattered. Her camisole strap had slipped completely to one side, fully exposing her bare, seductive, sweat-drenched body to the hazy air.

Vivi let out a soft moan, her hands bracing against the cold tabletop, her slender thighs parted wide, abandoning her body completely to my arbitrary control.

I stepped between her legs, leaning over to grab the upright shaft with one hand, aiming the glans directly at her entrance, which was still leaking opaque white semen. Without any lengthy foreplay, I poured my strength into a powerful thrust forward.

Plunge—!

The massive, scorching phallus once more pierced through the slippery layer of arousal fluid, sinking deep to the hilt straight inside her vulva. The tight, sucking sensation of the vaginal walls embracing every ridge of the shaft made both of us shudder with ecstasy.

Instantly, I began pumping my hips rhythmically, delivering powerful, ruthless drives deep inside, producing crisp, slapping fleshly sounds that echoed throughout the room, regardless of her legal husband lying unconscious right beside us.

Beneath my powerful and unsparing thrusts, the wooden dining table shook violently to the rhythm of the collisions. Vivi’s entire body was submerged in a numbing sensation, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white, her bare back arching high to welcome each successive wave of deep assault into her womb.

Dominated by overwhelming pleasure, Vivi threw her head back to one side, her glazed eyes staring toward her husband slumped motionless at the corner of the table before turning back to look at me with an expression of supreme lewdness. Panting in broken breaths, she moaned in a choked voice right by my ear:

"Ughm... ah... do you find it thrilling... doing this right in front of my husband...?"

Hearing that challenging and decadent question, the hot blood in my veins seemed to boil over. I didn’t reply with mere words; instead, I instantly accelerated, swinging my hips to deliver even more brutal, deep, and rapid strokes into her slippery vaginal walls. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang out crisply within the quiet room.

Leaning down, I pressed my face close to her ear, continuously hammering her lower half while speaking in a low, firm, husky tone in reply:

"Yes... extremely thrilling!"

The fierce, rapid thrusting caused the entire dining table to rattle violently, emitting creaking noises that blended with the crisp sounds of colliding flesh. Without stopping there, I leaned down completely, burying my face straight into Vivi’s massive, heavy, heaving breasts.

Opening my mouth, I engulfed the full, rounded mound, using my teeth to nip gently at the sensitive flesh before sucking deeply in one long breath. My tongue danced continuously around the swollen, crimson-tipped nipples, making Vivi’s entire body jerk violently. Choked, broken moans of bliss continually spilled past her lips:

"Ahhh... feels so good... harder... ughm... Bite down harder..."

Beneath me, Vivi’s vulva had widened to its maximum by this point, completely soaked in the slippery fluid blending arousal juices with the thick semen from the previous round.

Every single time the massive, veiny shaft withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in to the hilt, it churned the slippery vaginal cavity, producing wet, slimy, obscenely juicy noises. The sensation of being enveloped by the scorching, repeatedly contracting vaginal walls hugging every ridge of the shaft brought supreme ecstasy, making my chest swell with excitement.

Successive waves of pleasure swept across my cerebrum, rendering me unable to control my pace as I continuously hammered powerfully and ruthlessly deep into her womb.

The breathless ecstasy peaked as wave after wave of pleasure surged into my brain, completely demolishing the final lines of defense of reason. Vivi’s vulva and womb began contracting repeatedly at a dizzying frequency, hugging the shaft tight as if desperate to suck out every last drop of energy. Throwing her head back, she let out a long, blissful scream, her entire body convulsing in the fierce climax:

"Aghh... I can’t take it anymore... Hugo... I’m coming... Ahhh...!"

Hearing her choked moan and feeling the frantic tightening from within, I let out a low growl. Gripping her full buttocks tightly, I poured all my strength into delivering the final deep and ruthless strokes, before locking my body and pumping a torrent of scorching, thick semen straight into the depths of her trembling womb.

Following the fierce climax, our breathing gradually slowed within a space saturated with the scent of intimacy and alcohol. The initial taut tightness in my lower region eased, and the veiny shaft slowly softened, withdrawing from Vivi’s vulva, which was still dripping with slimy fluid.

The opaque white semen mixed with arousal juices spilled back out through the gap, trickling in steady streams down her inner thighs.

Vivi propped herself up on her hands to sit up across the cluttered dining table, her body limp and sweat-drenched. She pulled her disheveled camisole back up to cover her massive, still-swollen breasts, then turned her head to check on the husband slumped over in a deep drunken sleep at the corner of the table, confirming everything remained under control.

Afterward, Vivi looked up at me, a satisfied smile lingering at the corners of her lips. Waving goodbye gently, she whispered in a voice audible only to the two of us:

"... Now I have to clean up this battlefield and wake him up before things go too far. You head home first."

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