8: Point of No Return
My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, but it does little to calm the storm of emotions raging within me.
Jealousy, excitement, fear, and arousal swirl together in a dizzying cocktail. The thought of Sirre, my beautiful wife, lying with another man tonight sends shivers down my spine.
My hands shake slightly as I set down the mug, the soft thud seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet room. I wipe my palms on my trousers, trying to rid them of the nervous sweat that's gathered there.
Suddenly, I hear the creak of floorboards above. My wife playfully walks down. Sirre is wrapped in a large coat that falls to her legs, the fabric draping her form in an enticing silhouette. Her auburn hair, still damp from her bath, falls in soft waves around her face.
Her emerald eyes find mine across the room, and I see a flicker of something wild and dangerous in their depths. A slow, sultry smile spreads across her lips.
"Hey, lover," she purrs.
"Hey, love." She glides across the room towards me. As she draws near, the scent of lavender and honey wafts over me, the familiar aroma of her favorite soap. She's freshly bathed, her skin glowing and clean, ripe for the taking.
Sirre closes the distance between us, her emerald eyes locked on mine. She reaches up, her soft hands cupping my face gently. As I gaze into her eyes, I see a flicker of concern cloud their depths.
"You're sure you want this, right?" she asks.
I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady my nerves. My hands tremble slightly as I reach out, grasping her shoulders.
"Yes," I say, my voice wavering slightly despite my efforts to sound confident. "But only if it won't make you despise me."
Sirre's eyes soften at my words, a tender smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She leans in closer, her forehead resting against mine.
"Oh, Orth," she breathes, her voice filled with emotion. "I could never hate you."
Suddenly, Sirre's tone shifts, becoming harsh and intense. Her emerald eyes, usually so full of warmth, now blaze with a manic fire.
"But if you decide after the fact that you can't love me anymore because I fucked someone else," she hisses, her words sharp and biting, "I will kill you, and I will kill myself."
The words hang in the air between us, heavy and oppressive. I feel my heart stutter in my chest, panic rising like a tidal wave.
"No, honey!" I exclaim, my voice cracking with fear. "I promise I won't stop loving you!"
Without thinking, I pull Sirre into a tight hug, my arms wrapping around her slender frame as if I could shield her from the very thought of her demise. My body trembles against hers, the mere idea of losing her sending waves of terror through me.
To my surprise, I feel Sirre's body shake against mine. For a moment, I fear she's crying, but then I hear it, a soft and cute giggle.
Sirre pulls back slightly, her emerald eyes dancing with mirth. The manic intensity from moments ago has vanished, replaced by a playful twinkle that I know so well.
"Okay," she says, her voice light and airy. "I was just checking."
Before I can react, Sirre's lips are on mine, capturing me in a passionate kiss. Her mouth moves against mine with fervor, her tongue darting out to tease my lower lip. I respond instinctively, my body melting into hers as I return the kiss with equal passion.
When we break apart, Sirre's eyes sparkle with mischief. Her hands move to the belt of her coat, fingers toying with the knot. With a swift motion, she undoes it and flings the coat open, revealing her naked form beneath.
The warm glow of the oil lamps caresses her skin, highlighting every curve and plane of her body. Her breasts, full and perfect, rise and fall with each breath. The soft swell of her hips leads down to long, toned legs. At the apex of her thighs, I catch a glimpse of her divine pussy.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her. She's a goddess made flesh, and for a moment, I'm struck anew by how lucky I am to call her mine.
Sirre wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Then, as quickly as she opened it, she closes the coat, wrapping it tightly around her once more.
"Alright, lover," she purrs, her voice low and breathy. "I gotta go earn my keep."
Her smile is a complex thing, mischievous and sultry yet brimming with love and affection.
Sirre turns and heads towards the stairs, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. As she ascends, she calls back over her shoulder, her voice floating down like a siren's song.
"Come up in a few minutes, okay? I'll keep the door ajar just for you."
She pauses on the landing, looking back at me. With a final wink, she continues up the stairs.
I gulp hard as impatience washes over me.
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As I step up the stairs into the hallway, my heart pounds wildly in my chest. Fifteen agonizing minutes have passed since Sirre disappeared upstairs, each second stretching into an eternity of anticipation and nervous excitement.
The corridor is shrouded in darkness, the usual warm glow of oil lamps conspicuously absent. The floorboards creak softly beneath my feet, each step echoing in the quiet hallway.
As I draw nearer, I begin to hear it, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure floating through the air. Soft moans and breathless gasps reach my ears, growing louder with each step. My breath catches in my throat as I recognize Sirre's voice, her familiar cries of ecstasy sending shivers down my spine.
Finally, I reach the door. True to her word, Sirre has left it slightly open. A sliver of warm, flickering light spills out into the dark hallway, a beacon drawing me in. My hand trembles as I reach for the doorknob, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open a bit wider.
The scene that greets me steals the breath from my lungs. The guest room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of dozens of candles. Their light dances across the walls, casting long shadows that seem to move with a life of their own.
And there, in the center of it all, is Sirre. My beautiful wife is sprawled naked across the bed, her auburn hair fanned out on the pillow like a crown of fire. Her skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat. Her back is arched, pushing her full breasts towards the ceiling, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Between her legs, his broad shoulders keeping her thighs spread wide, is Asaf. His face is buried in her sex, his tongue working with obvious skill and enthusiasm. I watch, transfixed, as he laps at her folds, his movements alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.
Sirre's hands are tangled in Asaf's dark hair, her fingers gripping tightly as she grinds against his face. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. As I watch, she lets out a long, low moan that seems to reverberate through my very being.
Sirre's emerald eyes suddenly snap open, locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. It's as if she sensed my presence, her gaze finding me unerringly in the shadows of the doorway. A slow, sultry smile spreads across her flushed face as our eyes meet.
Without breaking eye contact, Sirre's hands tighten in Asaf's hair, pushing his face deeper into her dripping slit. Her back arches higher off the bed, her breasts heaving with each panting breath. "Ah, right there," she moans. "Don't stop."
The sound of her pleasure sends a jolt of electricity through my body, arousal and jealousy warring within me. I watch as Sirre's hips roll against Asaf's eager mouth, her movements fluid and hypnotic.
Sirre's eyes never leave mine as she writhes in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Asaf lifts his head, his face glistening with Sirre's arousal. His chest heaves with labored breaths, his eyes wild with desire. "It's time," he pants, his voice rough with need. "I can't hold back anymore, Ma'am."
Sirre tears her gaze from mine to look at Asaf. She nods. "Just Sirre for tonight," she purrs, her voice low and seductive.
Asaf rises to his knees, his muscular form towering over Sirre's figure. As he begins to disrobe, I'm struck by the sheer size of him. Despite his lower rank, Asaf's body is a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and battle-hardened sinew. Scars criss-cross his tanned skin, telling tales of countless battles survived.
My eyes widen as Asaf's manhood springs free. It's massive, easily dwarfing my own in both length and girth. I wince involuntarily, a mixture of jealousy and concern for Sirre flooding through me.
With trembling hands, Asaf rolls a purple condom down his impressive length. The magic polymer stretches taut over his shaft, highlighting every vein and ridge.
As Asaf positions himself between Sirre's spread thighs, I notice her emerald eyes locked onto mine. A steamy smile plays on her lips as she deliberately glances down at my pants, then back up to meet my gaze. The message is clear.
With shaking fingers, I fumble with my belt and fly. My own cock springs free, already hard as a rock and aching.
Sirre's eyes remain fixed on my exposed member as Asaf begins to push into her. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp as he stretches her, inch by agonizing inch. Suddenly, she lets out a sharp yelp as Asaf sheathes himself fully inside her.
Despite the intrusion of Asaf's massive cock, Sirre's gaze never wavers from mine. Her green eyes are dark with lust, her pupils blown wide.
The sight of my beautiful wife, impaled on another man's cock yet still hungrily eyeing my own, sends a jolt of electricity through my body. My hand moves almost of its own accord, wrapping around my shaft as I prepare to witness my deepest fantasy unfold before me.
As I stroke myself, Sirre's eyes widen, her gaze following the motion of my hand. Her lips part, and I see them form the words "I love you" in a silent declaration.
With visible effort, Sirre tears her eyes away from me, finally giving Asaf her full attention.
"Oh god, yes," she moans.
Asaf's muscles ripple as he begins to move faster, his hips pulling back before snapping forward with force. Sirre's body jolts with each powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing enticingly. She lets out a keening wail of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Sirre chants, her voice rising in pitch. "You're so big, you're going to ruin my pussy, Asaf!"
Asaf grunts in response. Sweat glistens on their bodies in the candlelight, highlighting every flex and quiver of muscle.
"Harder," she demands. "Fuck me harder!"
Asaf complies eagerly. His large hands grip Sirre's slender wrists, pinning them above her head as he pistons into her with renewed vigor.
Sirre's moans grow louder, more frantic. Her body writhes beneath Asaf's, desperately seeking more friction. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cries out, her voice echoing off the walls. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
As Asaf pounds relentlessly into Sirre, the sight before me becomes too much to bear. My hand moves frantically on my cock, matching the furious pace of their coupling. The room spins around me, my senses overwhelmed by the erotic tableau.
Sirre's cries of ecstasy reach a fever pitch, her body arching off the bed as she nears her peak. "Oh god, oh god, Asaf!" she squeals, her voice raw and primal.
The sight of my wife's face contorted in pure bliss, combined with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.
My cock pulses violently in my grip as I erupt, shooting thick ropes of cum across the floor. The first blast travels into the guest room. Each subsequent pulse paints the wooden floorboards with pearlescent streaks, creating an abstract masterpiece of my release.
The intensity of my climax leaves me gasping for air, my lungs burning as if I've run a marathon. My legs tremble, no longer able to support my weight. I stumble forewords, my shoulder connecting with the wall as I struggle to remain upright.
Slowly, I slide down the wall, my knees buckling beneath me. I end up on the floor kneeled down. My chest heaves with each labored breath, sweat beading on my brow and trickling down my temples.
Through the haze of my post-orgasmic bliss, I manage to lift my gaze back to the bed. Sirre's eyes lock onto mine, her emerald orbs blazing with a wild, almost feral intensity. A wide, manic grin spreads across her flushed face as she takes in the sight of me, disheveled and spent, surrounded by the evidence of my explosive release.
Sirre's eyes roll back as her climax approaches, her whole body trembling with anticipation. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum!" she wails, her voice raw and primal. Her legs wrap tightly around Asaf's waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
Suddenly, Sirre's back arches off the bed, her body going rigid as her orgasm crashes over her. A scream of pure ecstasy tears from her throat, echoing off the walls. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around Asaf's thick shaft, milking him for all he's worth.
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh!" Sirre cries out, her body convulsing in waves of intense pleasure. Her fingers claw at Asaf's back, leaving angry red trails across his skin.
The taboo sight of my wife in the throes of such intense pleasure sends a fresh jolt of arousal through me. Despite having just climaxed moments ago, I feel my cock stirring back to life. The overstimulation is almost painful, but I can't help myself. My hand wraps around my sensitive shaft, stroking vigorously as I watch Sirre twist in ecstasy.
As Sirre's climax begins to subside, Asaf's movements become more erratic. His muscular body tenses, his face contorting in concentration. "I'm gonna cum," he grunts, his voice strained.
Sirre's eyes snap open, locking onto Asaf's face. "Cum in me!" she demands, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Cum in me!"
With a primal roar, Asaf slams into Sirre one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His body shudders as he begins to climax, emptying his load into the condom deep inside Sirre.
"Yes! Fill me up!" Sirre cries out, her hips grinding against Asaf's as she milks every last drop from him.
The erotic scene before me pushes me over the edge once more. Despite the oversensitivity, I feel my second orgasm building rapidly. With a strangled cry, I erupt again, shooting another load across the floor. The intensity of it leaves me gasping and trembling, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, I slump against the wall, utterly spent. The room spins around me, the flickering candlelight creating dizzying patterns on the walls.
Asaf huffs heavily, his chest heaving with exertion as he slowly withdraws from Sirre. With trembling fingers, he carefully removes the used condom, tying it off with practiced ease. He tosses it aside.
Despite the intensity of their recent act, Asaf's eyes still burn with barely contained desire as they roam over Sirre's prone form.
"Would a few more rounds be okay?" Asaf asks, his voice rough. There's a hint of uncertainty in his tone as if he's afraid he might be overstepping.
Sirre's emerald eyes widen in surprise at the request. Her gaze flicks to me, seeking direction. I feel a jolt of electricity course through me as our eyes meet. Despite having climaxed twice already, I feel my cock stirring back to life, hardening at the prospect of watching Sirre being taken again.
Sirre's lips curve into a knowing smile as she notices my renewed arousal. She turns back to Asaf, her voice low and sultry as she purrs, "Sure."
Asaf grins, reaching for another condom from the bedside table. "Orth sure is lucky to have you as a wife," he says, his tone filled with genuine admiration.
Sirre chuckles. "Oh, you have no idea," she replies, her voice dripping with innuendo.
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Mira's point of view
I crouch silently on the narrow ledge outside the guest bedroom window, my back pressed against the rough stone wall of the inn. The cool night air nips at my exposed skin, but I barely notice, my attention focused entirely on the scene unfolding before me.
Inside, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, I see Sirre, my pathetic excuse for a sister-in-law, sprawled naked across the bed. Her legs are spread wide, wrapped around the waist of a muscular man I don't recognize. His hips slam against hers in a frantic rhythm, the sound of flesh on flesh clearly audible even through the glass.
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I watch. "Oh, you dumb, cheating bitch," I whisper with glee. "I've got you by the cunt now."
I had originally planned to spy on Orth tonight to catch a glimpse of my beloved brother in his most private moments. But when I discovered their bedroom empty, I decided to investigate further. And oh, what a delicious discovery I've made.
Sirre's face is contorted in utter bliss, her mouth open in a silent scream as the stranger pounds into her. Sirre stares into a random corner of the room outside of my view.
"When I tell my brother he'll come crying into my arms. Just like he used to. But this time, I can embrace him fully. No more proxies."
"I'm strong enough now that laws can no longer contain who I can or cannot love."