Chapter 16: A Night With My Wife Later that night, the house had settled into quiet darkness. Evelyn and Sophie were handling the dishes.
I lay stretched out on the bed in our bedroom, the sheets cool against my back, one arm tucked behind my head as I stared at the ceiling.
The faint hum of the fan stirred the air, carrying the lingering scent of Evelyn’s perfume from earlier.
My body still buzzed with the day’s restrained tension, that delicious edge from watching Jane’s reactions at dinner.
Just then, the door creaked open softly.
Evelyn slipped inside, closing it behind her with a quiet click.
She paused for a moment, her silhouette framed by the dim hallway light before she stepped fully into the room.
Her eyes found mine in the low glow of the bedside lamp, a small, knowing smile curving her lips.
I didn’t move, just watched her approach the bed.
She looked at me lying there, something heated flickering in her gaze.
Without a word, she began to sway gently, her hips rolling in a slow, teasing rhythm.
Her hands moved to the hem of her blouse, fingers working the buttons one by one with deliberate care.
The fabric parted gradually, revealing the smooth skin of her collarbone, then the lace edge of her bra.
She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor, the soft rustle breaking the silence.
My cock twitched beneath my shorts as I took in the sight.
Evelyn’s movements were unhurried, confident yet intimate, like she was savoring the way my eyes tracked every inch of her.
She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it slide down her arms.
Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tightening in the cool air.
She cupped them briefly, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her pants.
She pushed them down slowly, bending at the waist as the material pooled at her ankles.
Stepping out, she kicked them aside, now standing in just a pair of simple panties that clung to her curves.
She climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight as she crawled toward me.
Her hands slid up my legs, palms warm against my skin.
She tugged at my shorts, pulling them down my thighs until my hard cock sprang free, thick and aching.
Her fingers brushed over it lightly before she moved higher, working the buttons of my shirt open one by one until it fell open, exposing my chest.
Evelyn straddled my hips, her thighs warm and soft on either side of me.
She reached down, wrapping her hand around my shaft, stroking a couple of times, feeling the heat and hardness of me. Then she positioned herself, the slick heat of her pussy pressing against the head of my cock.
She sank down slowly, taking me inside her inch by inch.
A low groan escaped my throat as her tight, wet walls enveloped me, enveloping every ridge and vein until I was buried to the hilt.
The sensation was incredible, her inner muscles fluttering around me as she adjusted.
I activated the pleasure sensitivity manipulation skill, focusing it on her breasts.
My hands rose to grope them firmly, palms kneading the soft, heavy flesh, thumbs circling her nipples. The skill amplified rapidly amplified her pleasure almost instantly.
Evelyn gasped sharply, her body jolting as waves of intense pleasure surged through her chest.
Her nipples hardened impossibly under my touch, sending sparks straight to her core.
She arched her back, pushing her tits harder into my hands, a needy whimper slipping from her lips.
"Oh god..." she breathed, starting to move.
She began riding me, lifting her hips and sliding back down in long, deliberate strokes.
The wet sounds of her pussy taking my cock filled the room, slick and obscene.
Each descent ground her clit against me, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down my balls.
Her breasts bounced with every rise and fall, heavy and full in my groping hands.
The skill made every squeeze, every pinch, every roll of her nipples feel like pure ecstasy exploding through her body.
Her thighs trembled, her breathing growing ragged as she rode harder, chasing the overwhelming sensations.
I watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parted in pleasure.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around me, hot and silky, drawing me deeper with every downward thrust.
The power dynamic thrilled me, her body responding so intensely to my touch and the skill I wielded.
I massaged her breasts more roughly, fingers digging in, and she cried out, her rhythm faltering for a moment as fresh pleasure crashed over her.
We continued like that for some time, her riding me with building urgency.
Sweat glistened on her skin, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Her moans grew louder and unrestrained, her hips rolling and grinding as she lost herself in the feeling of me stretching her, filling her completely.
Then I gripped her hips and turned her around in one smooth motion.