POV (Point of View)

Chapter 22: The Painting

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains explicit languages, sensual terms and activities, sexist/misogynistic comments, and manipulation. A viewer discretion is advised.

"Say it."

A pair of soft brown orbs shook nervously in the presence of a gorgeous Greek god who is now glaring down at her, on her knees while looking up to meet his sadistic purple orbs.

"Did you hear me, bitch?" She felt the man's hands on her neck as he said those words coldly.

"I said say that you want me. Say that you want me and my dick. Mine, do you hear me? Not your husband's puny dick." Gulping down a lump in her throat, she nodded and uttered his desire.

"Y-Yes. I want you. Only you." He smirked widely and handsomely. Then, he pulled her up towards his erected sex.

"Good. Now take your seat comfortably and pleasure the both of us, Himitsu Suzuki." And as he ordered, she positioned herself towards his solid that looked so long and hard like it would tear her insides anytime.

But of course, it wouldn't. She has proven that long time ago...when she decided to let this gorgeous man claim her when she already belongs to someone else.

"Hmmn..." She moaned upon feeling her entrance feeling his fullness. So full that she dug her nails over the man's shoulders.

"Move it. Move it fast and make sure I enjoy your pussy." He once again ordered before she started bouncing on his solid that starts to throb and pierce through her sensitive spot.

Her moans started to fill the fresh air of the morning which they decided to intoxicate with their burning lust mixed with the anxiety of their sins. She continued grinding on top of the handsome man she is committing adultery with, all while being watched and admired.

"You seriously look so fucking hot riding my dick, Himitsu." The man commented with a playful grin, making her heat up some more.

"Even though you're already 47, your pussy is like that of 27." He added and guided her hips with his huge hands and met her thrusts, marking her ass cheeks with his calloused hands and making her moans louder and deeper.

But just before the two of them could finish and satisfy their morning exercise...

"Honey, I'm home." 

 ...they heard the voice of someone familiar from outside the main bedroom where they're having sex right now.

"Shit. You should go." She quickly stood from her chair and started fixing herself. The man groaned in disappointment and felt his clothes get tossed to him by the woman.

"Hurry before Sato-san sees you." She added and walked towards the other door.

"Go now, Ran-kun. He will kill me if he finds you here." The man walked closer to her and gave her a peck on the lips.

"You better double your performance next time, Himitsu, or I will get tired of you." Was what he said last before walking out of the other door. It was the last that happened before Ran met Sarina at the staircase.

Himitsu Suzuki, 47, is an artist who is wedded to a 60-year-old plastic surgeon. Given the age gap she has with her husband, their bedroom life has never been too exciting. It was then two years ago that she met Ran Haitani, the man who made her night life vibrant and thrilling, like that of Roppongi. Something she never received from her husband.

Whenever her husband would get too busy with work, they kept things casual and secret. No strings attached. No feelings. Just pure hot, steamy sex. Just two people seeking pleasure and euphoria. And they have been doing so for two years now.