Lion's bed

The digital clock by the bedside reads 11:17 p.m.

I'm standing at the door, my hand on the knob, the purple lingerie that Ken gave me—a Valentine's gift—now feels like a symbol of betrayal. It clings to my body, a reminder of my guilt, my heart pounding out of my chest.

My breath comes in gasps. I am wet, I need this.

The knock comes, soft but heavy with implication. I open the door to Otonari-san, his presumptuous paunch preceding him as he enters. His eyes immediately rake over me, lasciviously taking in the sight of the lingerie.

"You look eager, bitch," he almost purrs, his mockery plain in each syllable. "Ready to be fucked properly?"

"N- no," I stammer, but it's a lie clear even to my own ears.

Otonari-san smirks. "Don't lie. You wanted this."

"I— I just thought maybe—" I try to argue back, but my words falter in my throat. "We can d- do it downstairs… instead…"

He cuts me off, his arm snaking around me, pulling me close. "On the couch? You think you can control this, control me? You can't even control yourself."

I tremble under his grip. "Ken is sleeping. We can't do it in... in our bedroom."

"Why not?" he counters quickly, his voice cruel. "You can feel how much better I am than your husband."

That comment sets a blaze inside me. I shiver, and not from the cold.

It's late, Ken is snoring softly upstairs, innocent and unaware. I'm guilt-riddled, shame eating at the fringes of my excitement. I led Ken to drink a bit more sake tonight, nudged by Otonari-san's requests, his desire to have me in my own home, in my own bed.

I should fight this, push against it. Surely, he would've been happy with just another daytime tryst.

He laughs, "We'll do it in your bed, next to him. He won't know a thing... because he's oblivious. Oblivious to how bad his wife really needs it."

"Please, don't joke about this," I plead, my voice barely above a whimper. "It's not... I can't..."

But Otonari-san is in control; he always has been. He marches me upstairs.

"Ready to cuckold your husband?"

"That's not— I'm not—"

"You're a bad wife, aren't you?" His voice booms a little too loud. "Cuckolding your man with a fat, ugly bastard like me."

Each of his words stings, leaving internal welts that throb with a mixture of truth and degradation.

Otonari-san pushes me into the bedroomroom. I can see Ken's peaceful, slumbering form.

"See? He's totally out. He won't know that I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right next to him," Otonari-san taunts, the vulgarity of his intent making me dizzy.

I turn to face him, my eyes instinctively landing on the bulge in his trousers. It's obscene, the outline of his erection barely contained.

"Can't—can't we just... ugh, Ken could wake up..."

Otonari-san's only response is to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "But I know you don't want that. You crave this cock, don't you?"

I whimper, looking away, but he's relentless.

"Admit it. You're dripping just thinking about it." He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Isn't that right, you little slut?"

I stand there, shivering beneath his towering presence, my voice barely a murmur as I look into his eyes. "Y-you're... insane..."

Otonari-san just chuckles, his deep voice resonating through the quiet room. "Exciting, isn't it?"

The blush on my cheeks betraying my inner turmoil.

He makes a show of undressing, his fingers clumsy on the buttons of his shirt. He doesn't hide his large form; he knows, in some sick way, that it's the enormity of him—the domination—that ensnares me. With every garment he discards, he is utterly shameless, completely aware that he is not just unclothing himself but stripping away my willpower bit by bit.

"Scared, huh?" he taunts, the fabric of his shirt hitting the floor with a soft thud. "This big fat cock intimidates you, doesn't it?"

I can't tear my gaze away, the car crash of his nakedness impossible to ignore as his pants join the growing pile on the floor. And then, the final barrier—his briefs—peeled away with a chuckle that knots my stomach. I'm transfixed, horrified, by the obscene slap of his fat cock as it springs free, bobbing with a heinous arrogance.

That repugnant member of his, the vile appendage that haunts my filthiest nightmares, hangs heavily between his thighs. It's thick, grotesquely veined, its girth an abominable affront to decency. The head is swollen, the color of overripe fruit, beading with precum that catches the dim bedroom light in sickly pearls.

The room seems to shrink around me, the very air charged with a toxic intensity as his thick member pulses in the half-light. The stench of him, that unmistakable aroma of sweat, dried semen, and something sour, invades my nostrils, colluding with the sight to fill me with revulsion… and something else.

I can't help but glance at Ken, sleeping so peacefully. My mind is a whirlwind, a chaotic crawl through memories with him. The morning he surprised me with breakfast in bed, the tender way he'd cared for me when I was sick, his soft, loving whispers in the dark...

A deep grunt from behind pulls me from my reverie as Otonari-san's hands envelop my large, trembling breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the purple lacy bra.

"By the way," he murmurs directly into my ear, his breath hot and humid. "When's the last time you had sex with your husband?"

"L-l... last week?" I stammer.

He presses his body against me, his grotesque flesh mashing against mine. "Even though you do it with me every day?"

The sensation of his fingers fiercely tweaking my nipples almost eclipses his words—almost. The pressure is intense, rough, and unapologetic. The weight of his hands on my E-cup breasts makes them jiggle obscenely, the lace of my bra offering scant resistance against the lewd manipulation of my flesh.

"Because you forced me into it! You p- pervert!"

His laughter is dark, close. "Is that so?" And then his fingers pinch down hard, a cruel tweak that sends jolts straight to my core.

This situation has gone beyond my control. Otonari-san maneuvers me over our marital bed, pushing me over until my hands press against the comforter and my feet firmly on the ground. My head is turned, eyes on Ken's blissfully ignorant form. It's perverse, this act—the bed where Ken and I have shared intimate moments, where soft kisses and gentle touches were exchanged.

The reflection from the dresser mirror is like a grotesque panoramic view of my infidelity—me, quivering and exposed; him, dominating and enormous; Ken, blissfully unaware in slumber.

"You really want to watch your husband sleep while you get it from a real man, huh?"

I clench my fists in the softness of the sheets, trying to ignore the heat flaming across my cheeks. My heart hammers as my breasts dangle heavily, brushing against the crisp bedspread. I shut my eyes.

"Look at him!" Otonari-san snaps, and I jerk my head up to find Ken's sleeping face again.

Then Otonari-san's hands are on my panties, yanking them down so fiercely the elastic bites into my soft hips.

"Nice view here," Otonari-san leers, and his cock—his impossibly large, grotesque member—slaps against my asscheeks with a force that jostles my entire body. "You feel that? My big cock ready to split you open."

The cool air of the room kisses the wet heat between my thighs, a stark contrast to the feverish anticipation bubbling within me. His breath is close and suffocating.

My entire form rebels, a shaking rage wrapped into a cruel, tight ball of desire. "I— Don't want to w-want it... I don't—"

"You're soaking already," he jeers, kneading my buttocks, then spreading them to make me feel the exposed cool air hit my hot, slick slit.

"F- fuck you," I whisper, but it's as hollow as I feel—a gossamer thread unraveling into nothingness.

"You're just a weak, needy wench, craving this fat old cock all the time," he sneers, slapping my rear with a harsh SMACK that echoes through the room. I feel his erection, hot and throbbing, slide between my ass cheeks, greased by the slickness of his pre-cum.

"N-no..."

"You don't have to pretend," he chuckles, pressing the head of his stomach-churning dick against my pussy lips. "I enjoy watching you squirm. Just admit you can't handle not having my cock inside you."

My body betrays me again, responding to his depraved words, my pussy twitching with that dark, needy hunger. He bullies and mocks, and I find myself crumbling under the weight of it all.

"Please... just... just put it in," I plead, my voice half-sob, half-moan.

With a filthy snicker, he responds, pressing the tip of his organ against me. He uses my swollen lips to polish his vile member, a defiling act that seems to steal the oxygen from the room.

When he finally does it—when that bloated monstrosity pierces me, filling me to the brim—it's with a single, rough shove. My mind goes blank, all my senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being so fully crammed.

There's a strange, twisted sense of completion as he grinds it in, deeper, stretching, spreading me wide open.

Otonari-san is inside me now, thick and commanding. My legs buck from the impact, toes curling into the hardwood floor as my voice splinters into a muffled whimper.

His hands grip my hips with a lecherous assurance, the action itself an unwelcome caress full of ownership.

SQUITCH, SQUITCH, SQUITCH—his meaty shaft slides home with vigorous, ruthless strokes, each plunge met with squirts of my shameful arousal.

"He-he-HEH! Quite a hot, needy mess you are tonight... mMMm..." Otonari-san grunts above me, delighted by the molten slickness he's churning from within my sopping core. "MMMMMMM...!"

"Please... be- ngh- quiet..." I stifle my whimpers into the bedsheets, trying to keep my shameful moans to myself. "UNngh- guh-"

With a grunt that reverberates through the room, Otonari-san drives into me again, his massive, fat erection impaling me with a sickening squelch. Each thrust is a stroke of filth, reaching places Ken has never touched, sending a disgusting pleasure rippling through my insides.

"Mmmm, you like that?" he goads, looking down at me with depraved satisfaction as I'm bent over our marriage bed, absolutely debased.

"Uh—Mmmf... please, not so loud..." I manage to stifle a moan, my hands clenching the sheets as he pounds away. Each movement of his hips sends my jiggling body into a desperate dance of embarrassment and need.

Squelch squelch squelch— my needy, sopping pussy doesn't stand a chance against the barrage, squirting uncontrollably as he brutalizes every sensitive spot.

"URGHH… MMMM..." his grunts are guttural, empowered, heavy with satisfaction and conquest. "Gone too dumb to muster a complete sentence now? AHH...MMM... ain't I giving it you good?"

The squelch and splat of my needy, dripping cunt increase beneath his onslaught, the protrusion of his bloated dick hammering through my tender, swollen labia—each motion dragging, then mashing into me, hitting spots deep inside that leave my head clouded, my resolve weakening.

"HHNGG... please, less rough... I can't... I'm gonna—" I beg, but it only spurs him on.

"Ahhh, getting close? Just admit that you love being fucked like an animal, with your husband asleep over there!" His voice, a wicked purr, pushes me to the brink.

"NOO, I c-can't—AUHHHH!!!" I scream into the pillow, my entire being shattering as he slams home with a triumphant growl.

"MHMMF!"

"Oh, you're enjoying this more because he's here, isn't it?"

My back arches as his words carve through the fog of my climax, a harsh truth that ignites a strange, perverse thrill in my core.

"Y-yes... ahhh, yes... I'm disgusting! I— I'm cumming AGAIN!"

His grunts intensify with the sound of our filthy coupling. "OOOHH... Yeah, you're a dirty, cheating slut... isn't that right?"

"Ugh—UHHH!!!"

The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts, my body quaking and squirming, helpless in the grip of such raw, brutal ecstasy.

My inhibitions are shredding, tearing apart at the seams under the brutal bombardment of Otonari-san's pounding. He's shifted our position—sideways now, across the bed—granting him even deeper access.

"OOOOH, fucking hell, you're so tight!"

The sight of his fat, old, ugly body, glistening with the exertion of pounding my pussy, sticks to the back of my brain. His horrendous cock, an instrument of my disgrace, is the only thing that keeps me anchored to this reprehensible act.

"GUHH, AAH... MMMMM!" His grunts, thick with satisfaction, fill the room, matching the wild pulsing of his cock inside my gushing cunt.

The blankets are in my mouth now, gripped by one hand as the other clutches the bedsheet—a lifeline to muffle my incessant moans.

My breasts—these large, ridiculous udders—have flopped from the confines of my bra. They are sweat-slick, slapping against each other with such force that they raise red marks on my pale skin. With every slap, they mimic the beating rhythm of Otonari-san's obscene shaft splitting me open.

"MMPPPPHHH!! HHHHNGHMMM!" I cry out, into the sheets, where hopefully it is quieted enough to keep Ken from waking.

His hand slams down onto my ass with another mocking SLAP, causing my body to quake.

"Y-you were supposed to..." I murmur, my will unraveling. "Leave... us... alone..."

"But you love this, don't you? You NEED this, even while your hubby's sleeping just there..."

I can only respond with choked whelps, my head shaking in slight twitches, as if dissociating from my pleasure-wracked body. I collapse with a choking gasp, my face slammed into the bedsheets, my breasts mashed beneath me in obscene splendor, quivering with his ravaging moments.

Ken stirs—a nightmare forming—my heart a tight drum in my chest.

Please, Ken, please don't wake up.

And then, I'm flipped onto my back.

In this position, my tits wobble outward, floppy and flattened. He latches his mouth onto one, a grotesque, drooling monster slobbering over my skin.

"What will you—d-do if he wakes up?" I plead in a whispered murmur between desperate, breathy gasps.

Otonari-san doesn't answer, just keeps up his relentless pace, relishing in the squelching thud-thud-thud of his hips meeting mine.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum—it's alright if I cum inside you, right?" He says conversationally, looking down at me with a glib, obscene leer.

"NO!" I gasp out, terror sizzling through my sweat-drenched body. "It's not a safe day!"

"Too bad," he growls, collapsing atop me in his full, horrifying mass—flesh upon flesh—pinning me beneath him like some unfortunate bug squashed on the windscreen of fate.

His cock—the invading monstrosity—twists, writhes, throbs.

"NO—NOT INSIDE—"

Throb, *throb*, THROB—each spasm sends a volley of hot, sticky cum deep into my shocked core.

"UUGHHH—the jghhh—hhhhff!" The first jet catches me by surprise, a thick, searing stripe of seminal filth hosed up into my trembling womb. The next squirt is heavier, more substantial, as if carrying the pulp of his depraved desire along. Each heavy squirt of his cum fills me with a rod of grouped warmth, an unwelcome invasion.

By the fifth sticky blast, I'm nearly delirious, my consciousness slipping away under the tidal weight of his expelled seed. Each wretched spurt tingles through my insides, a fresh branding of my deepest parts. I let out a quivering sob as Otonari-san grins down at me, full of menacing intent.

"Here we go again," he says, a voice laden with depravity, and I brace myself for the next round of torment.

He thrusts—UGH, UGH—and a cascade of unethical pleasure erupts within me.

"OH—GOD—PLEASE!" The bed groans in protest as the onslaught continues, my senses ablaze with the pulsating rhythm.

Otonari-san's voice is a torrent of filth, each word a ravenous bite at my dignity. "You like looking at Ken while you're getting fucked?" he mocks, burying himself to the hilt. And with each slap of his heavy gut against my ass—for those are full, wet sounds that fill the room with their depravity—I can't quell the heat that flares within me.

And he knows.

"MMMMM! HrrRRGHHH!" Each thrust carries the complete disregard of a man consumed by his appetite. Otonari-san hammers away relentlessly, pulverizing me with his engorged lust as a nauseating glee bubbles within him. "NGGH... mmmgh... damn you..."

"Ah, what's that whimper? You WANT to get knocked UP?" Otonari-san's jeers are thick with taunting delight.

"AHHHH! NOO!!"

Another volley of cum shoots deep, his balls smacking against my ass with an oozing splat. "GET! KNOCKED! UP!"

Squelch, squelch, squelch—the sound of my creamy, packed pussy whines with every new creaming.

"W- wait, you're still going—I said we'd just have sex once today!" I panic, though my pleading is weak, my cognition fading into ecstasy.

Otonari-san laughs. "But ma'am, you're still unsatisfied, right? I can feel your cunt clenching for more..."

"Mmmff... nghhh... maybe…"

And then he's making out with me, his saliva-dripping mouth engulfing mine, lying FULLY beside me. Our moans fuse into a sinful chorus, my husband's snores barely a backdrop to the obscene duet we compose.

Even as the sopping squelch of his cock plunging back and forth accompanies this vile exchange, even as the slick sheets crinkle beneath us, soaked with the tangible proof of our carnality, I can't find the will or the wan to cease—succumbing to the depravity.

"AHH... your dick... it's so ghnnn... amazing... it's making me go... go dumb..." I confess between breaths, my entire body contorting to accommodate his relentless pounding.

Ken stirs, shifting in his sleep to drape an arm around me. I stiffen, rigid with terror as warm flesh encompasses me—a sensation so familiar and yet, in this moment, terrifying.

"S- stop!" I beg, and for once, my neighbor does. Otonari-san halts, frozen above me. His massive cock is still buried inside, twitching, spurting tiny gushes of cum that balloon out around his width.

"Ah—" Ken murmurs, sleepily.

I hold my breath, my vision tunneled, a prayer whispered from my heart to any god who'd listen.

"Not now, not now..."

And then, mercifully, Ken's breathing evens out once more, his body settling back into the deepest realms of slumber, his arm a deceptive promise of safety across my quivering form.

Tears, unabating, wet the pillow under my head. I'm hating myself for the relief that floods me, for the pleasure that doesn't stop echoing all through my wrecked body.

"—Nghgh—" Otonari-san's wet, hungry mouth claims mine, sloppy and dominating.

Ken mumbles into my hair, "Mm, love you..." and rolls over again, pulling me back against his chest, locking me in place as I quiver between two men—the husband I love and the monster I'm unable to resist.

Otonari-san continues his brutal assault, each repulsive slap-slap-slap of his grotesque flesh colliding with mine only driving home my shame. The sounds are a cacophony of depravity—wet, squelching thrusts that echo obscenely in the room mixed with his taunting, vile voice.

"Seems like you're enjoying being sandwiched between me and your clueless hubby, huh?" Otonari-san grunts, his voice filled with cruel glee. "What would he say if he saw his precious wife now?"

Ken's arm is snug around me, the intimacy appalling given the context. Otonari-san takes my nipple into his mouth, his saliva slick on my skin, further soiling the tenderness there.

Slap, slap, slap—his heavy testicles hit my ass with every thrust. Squelch, squelch, squelch—the sounds of our wet, sticky union.

"Slow down, you'll wake him... please," I beg, my voice desperate and hushed amidst the crescendo of my own breaking body. But Otonari-san's only answer is a wanton increase in tempo, his balls slapping harder, heavy with the apparent task of breeding me.

Ken stirs again, his slumber disturbed by my rocking, but it's only a yawn, a deepened breath, a shift back toward deeper dreams.

"You gonna cum again, huh? Squirt for me," Otonari-san growls in a tone laden with vulgarity, his mouth still latched onto my breast. There's no avoiding it; my body is his plaything.

The worries of waking Ken are drowned by another wave of forbidden climaxes. "I'm sorry," I pant, my grip on Ken's hand tightening as orgasm after orgasm wrack my body, my mind blanking out, slipping further from the woman I once was.

With a climactic surge, Otonari-san buries himself deep, his cock spasming within me as he delivers another creampie, each thick, hot spurt of his seed a declaration of his conquest.

"Uhh... Uhhh..." The orgasm rips through me, my body spasming, my mind melting away under the intensity of his filling.

I can feel it, the weight of his cum settling deep within my womb. Otonari-san's laughter is a dark chorus to the lewd squish of his satisfaction leaking out, the slick trail down my thighs an undeniable sign of my defilement.

"Get pregnant, you slut," he taunts, grinning as I quake beneath him, his words cutting deeper than the semen he pumps into me.

Tears streak down my face as his words slice through me. The thick ooze of his semen drips from my overfilled pussy, making a sordid mess of the sheets.

I bite back the sob that threatens to escape, clinging to Ken's hand as if it could anchor me to some semblance of reality.

I pant, my breath smelling of sex and submission.

"Please, I want more... I can't stop."

"Another round? Tell me you want it," Otonari-san teases, his breathing erratic with lust.

My response is a broken, "Yes... give it to me... Please, I need it."

I confess, my hands clawing at the bed, holding onto Ken as if he could anchor me in this maelstrom of degradation.

And he complies, his cock relentless, stirring the viscous puddle he's created inside me. With each thrust, I feel myself slipping further, becoming nothing more than an instrument of his vile pleasure.

SPLURRRT... Another load paints my insides, and I feel pregnant with the weight of his vulgar intention.

"UHHH... YES... like that... I'm your good little slut..." My voice cracks, my soul splintering with each confession.

Otonari-san's cruel laughter fills the room as he continues to use me, his hands gripping my hips with possessive strength.

Finally, he collapses onto me, his sweat mingling with the filth on my back, his breath hot on my neck.

"And that's the deal," he growls softly, "As sex friends. You will satisfy me every day."

I lie there, a sobbing, panting, cum-stained mess, utterly spent body and broken spirit, next to Ken, the husband I have now undoubtedly, unequivocally betrayed.

"Y-yesh," I whisper.