My Milf System-Chapter 146. In front of her boyfriend!

"Hey, hun!" a man’s voice called out from the sitting room.

"Hey..." Clara replied, her voice laced with fake cheer, the frustration barely hidden—clearly annoyed he’d come home at the worst possible time.

"You’re still in your work uniform? Aren’t you tired?" the man asked, his tone casual.

"Not really. How’d it go with your other wives today? You came back earlier than I expected," she said, her words coated with passive-aggressive sweetness.

He sighed. "Well... turns out the Duke stole Vanessa away from me."

Clara let out a dry chuckle. "That’s what you A-rank guys are good at, huh? Passing women around, sleeping with whoever you want, knowing we’re stuck being loyal since no woman would dare cheat on you with a lower ranked man."

The man chuckled. "No. It’s not like that..."

I was crouched behind the kitchen counter, listening in. I peeked just enough to get a look at him. I didn’t recognize his face—definitely hadn’t seen him around Eldoria before—but yeah, he looked like the confident built type who was annoyingly in the way of my fun.

He reached over, cupping Clara’s cheek and pulling her in for a kiss.

My brow twitched. This asshole had no idea he’d interrupted a damn good time.

After a few seconds, Clara gently pulled away. "Go lie down in the bedroom. I’ll whip something up for you," she offered sweetly—too sweetly.

The man groaned. "Nah... I’ll just crash on the couch."

Clara flinched, her eyes flicking in my direction as she made her way into the kitchen. Her glare screamed Don’t make a sound.

She turned on the stove, put a pot of rice on top and started chopping vegetables, trying to act normal. But I immediately noticed the slick glisten of her pussy juices sliding down her inner thighs. The dildo was still inside her, still active, and possibly still thrusting. Her legs trembled slightly, parting on instinct.

I smirked. That thing was working wonders.

I moved silently behind her, my hand reaching up to rub the slick trail running down her thighs. She tensed, eyes shooting to mine, filled with warning: My boyfriend is right there, dummy!

But—

[Cuckhold King Activated]

[Satisfy target Clara in front of her boyfriend for a reward]

After that notification, l wasn’t about to stop now. I slipped my hands up beneath her dress, and started with her soft, warm ass. I fondled each of her ass-cheeks slowly, kneading them while the dildo pulsed inside her. Her breath hitched, the knife in her hand trembling just slightly.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her moan buried as I slipped my fingers closer to her dripping slit. I slid past the edge of her panties—if you could even call the soaked fabric that anymore—and pressing against her swollen clit. She gasped silently, her knees trembling, the knife in her hand pausing mid-air for just a second before she forced herself to keep chopping.

She was soaked, and the dildo kept thrumming inside her pussy walls. I even got jealous of the little thing.

I was crouched down just enough for her boyfriend not to notice me, but also in a position that allowed me to do everything l wanted to Clara.

I pulled her soaked panties down, then pulled the dildo out too as her breath hitched when I brushed my thumb inside her cunt, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She leaned forward just slightly, pretending to peer into the pot, but I knew it was just an excuse to grind herself against my hand.

"You’re doing good," I whispered from down there.

She gave me a quick glare—but the kind that begged me to keep going—and then, as if on cue, she straightened up, took a deep breath, and glanced toward the sitting room.

"Everything okay in there, babe?" she called out to her boyfriend.

"Yeah, just relaxing," came the casual reply. "You sure you’re not too tired?"

She turned her head a little, flashing him a soft, sweet smile. "I’m good, hun. Just wanna spoil you a little, that’s all."

She smiled... while I pushed two fingers inside her soaked slit. I had gotten very hard too, maybe because l was fingering a woman right in front of her boyfriend. I pulled my big cock out of my pants, and began stroking it with one hand, while the other kept slamming against her cunt.

Her eyes darted down to me, a silent gasp escaping her lips as her mouth turned into an ’O’.

She then glanced away, and fluttered her eyes shut for a second before she returned to her chopping, though the slices were now slower.

"You look amazing in that uniform," the boyfriend called out from the couch, oblivious.

Clara chuckled. "Thanks... didn’t get a chance to change."

That laugh was strained—half real, half desperate not to cum right there.

Her juices were coating my fingers, dripping down her thighs, and all the while she kept stealing glances at her man sitting just a few feet away, clueless that his woman was being fingered behind the counter.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to chase my own orgasm too. So, l grabbed Clara by the waist and yanked her down where l sat on the floor, and directed her ass to my cock. She realized what l was planning to do, but she didn’t resist.

Maybe she was curious to feel what a dick that looked two times bigger than a dildo that made her cum like crazy would feel like. So, she sat on it as it squished it’s way deep into her warm, wet, vagina, causing her to let out another surprised gasp from her lips.

"It’s... s..so big!" She whispered.

"Fuck me... Clara. Fuck me in front of your boyfriend!" I muttered, and as if my words were the fuel she needed to get going, she began bouncing up and down on my cock, letting her folds grip the shit out of my dick.

It was beginning to get sweet when we both heard heavy footsteps approaching. Clara jolted up, pulling my stiff dick out of her, and rested her hands on the counter, looking at her boyfriend who stopped just across the counter, leaning in with a soft smile. "Smells incredible. What is it?"

Clara flinched slightly at his nearness, but kept her composure like a goddess of self-restraint.

"Uh... rice." she replied, forcing a smile. "Almost done. Then I’ll make stew." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

I felt frustrated, and directed my fingers back into her slit, fingering her hard, creating slurping sounds from her drenching cunt.

"Um... what’s that sound?" The boyfriend asked.

Clara chuckled awkwardly. "W-what sound. It’s just the... rice cooking!"

Even her pussy was now clenching against my fingers, showing me just how much turned on she had gotten. And just a few more strokes, she would reach the edge.

She gave her boyfriend a small tight-lipped smile, and then shot me a wide-eyed warning glance that said: Don’t you dare stop.

So I didn’t.

TBC