Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1268: Doorframe Grip: Cock Deep in Aunt’s Ass

I decided to push the risk further.

I reached past her, hooked my fingers around the edge of the bathroom door, and pulled it open wider. At the same time, I planted a hand between her shoulder blades and firmly pushed her upper body forward so that her head and shoulders were forced out into the hallway.

Saki’s eyes flew wide in pure shock.

"What are you doing—?!" she gasped, the words bursting out before she could stop them.

Her upper body was suddenly fully visible to her husband while her lower half remained bent over inside the bathroom, my thick cock still buried to the hilt in her stretched asshole.

She scrambled to brace her hands on the doorframe, trying to look as normal as possible even as I kept thrusting deep into her ass from behind.

[He’s pushing me out—my head is right in front of Yamamoto and his cock is still deep in my ass—if I moan now he’ll know everything—fuck, it’s so thick, I can feel every vein stretching me open—I have to stay quiet—I have to suppress every sound or he’ll realize his wife is getting her asshole fucked right in front of him—]

Yamamoto stood only a few steps away, still holding the mop handle. His brow furrowed the moment he saw her flushed face and the way she was gripping the doorframe so tightly.

[She looks terrible... face completely red, sweating, voice all shaky. This constipation must be really bad. I’ve never seen her struggle like this before.]

"Saki? You sure you’re okay? You’ve been in there a while. And what was that just now? You sounded like you were in real pain."

Saki’s face was scarlet. Every time I drove my cock forward, her asshole clenched tightly around the cock in a desperate, involuntary squeeze that made her voice shake. She forced the words out through gritted teeth, fighting to keep every moan locked inside.

"I-I’m fine..." she managed, forcing a strained smile while my hips kept slamming against her soft, reddened ass. "Just... really bad constipation today... nnngh... aah...! It’s taking longer than I thought..."

[Don’t moan—don’t you dare moan—his cock is pounding so deep I can feel it in my stomach—my asshole is stretching so wide around him and my husband is standing right there watching my face—if I let out even one real sound he’ll know I’m getting fucked—I have to hold it in—]

Yamamoto took a half-step closer, genuine worry clear in his expression. He studied her red cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and the way her arms trembled as she held the doorframe.

[Her face is so red... she’s sweating... and that little sound she just made didn’t sound normal. Maybe I should call a doctor. Constipation shouldn’t make her look like she’s about to cry.]

"You don’t look fine at all. Your face is completely red. Do you need anything? Medicine? Or should I call someone? This doesn’t seem like ordinary constipation."

I gave her another hard thrust, burying every inch, and followed it with a sharp spank that made her thick cheek jiggle. Saki’s asshole fluttered and tightened hard around my cock as a muffled moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"Nnngh—! S-sorry... it just... hurts when it moves... aah...! When it tries to come out...!"

[Fuck—that spank made me clench even harder—his cock feels even bigger when my hole squeezes like that—Yamamoto is looking straight at me and I’m standing here with another man’s dick buried in my ass—I have to suppress it—I can’t let him hear how good it feels—]

Yamamoto’s frown deepened. He shifted his weight, still holding the mop, clearly torn between giving her privacy and his growing concern.

[I’ve never heard her sound like that. She’s biting her lip so hard... and every few seconds she makes that strained noise. Poor thing. I should just bring her something to help and leave her alone, but I don’t like how red her face is.]

"Do you want me to bring the stomach medicine from the cabinet? Or a heating pad? You’re worrying me, Saki. You look like you’re in real pain."

Saki’s fingers dug into the doorframe. Behind her, I kept fucking her ass in steady, deep strokes, the wet sound of my cock pumping in and out of her spit-slicked hole barely hidden by the angle of her body.

Every thrust made her asshole clench and ripple tighter around me. Her voice kept cracking into naughty, suppressed little moans that she desperately tried to disguise.

"N-no... just... can you bring me some clean clothes?" she asked, trying to sound casual even as another hard thrust forced a shaky "aah..." out of her. "These ones... got a little... messy... nnngh... from the strain... aah...! Please... just leave them by the door... don’t come in...!"

[I’m asking my own husband for clothes while Jack’s cock is stretching my asshole open right in front of him—every time he thrusts I want to scream—it feels so dirty and so good and I have to keep swallowing every moan—if Yamamoto hears the real sound he’ll know his wife is a filthy slut getting her ass fucked in the bathroom—]

Yamamoto nodded slowly, still looking unconvinced but willing to listen.

[Messy from the strain... that makes sense if it’s been this bad. I’ll get her a change of clothes. But I’m coming straight back to check on her. She really doesn’t look well.]

"Alright... I’ll get you some clean clothes. But I’m leaving them right here, and I’ll wait nearby. If it gets any worse, you call me immediately, understand?"

I leaned over her back, still buried deep, and murmured against her ear so only she could hear while I continued to pound her ass.

"Good girl... ask him nicely while your asshole is stretched around my cock. Squeeze tighter for me, Aunt Saki."

Her hole obeyed without her meaning to—clenching hard in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses that milked my cock with every word she spoke to her husband. Saki’s eyes watered from the overwhelming stretch and the sheer terror of being caught.

She kept her upper body carefully angled so Yamamoto couldn’t see past her shoulders, but every deep thrust still made her voice tremble, and her asshole squeezed even tighter around the thick cock that was fucking her open right in front of her unsuspecting husband.

"Please... the clothes... aah... nnngh... I’ll be done soon... I promise... just... don’t open the door any further... aah...!"

[I can’t hold these moans forever—his cock is so deep and my asshole keeps twitching around it—I’m talking to my husband with another man’s dick buried in my guts and it feels so fucking good I want to cry—just suppress it—just a little longer—]

Yamamoto gave her one last worried look, eyes lingering on her flushed face and the tight grip she had on the doorframe.

[She looks exhausted. I’ll hurry with the clothes and then stay close. Poor Saki... I hope this passes soon.]

He finally turned and walked down the hall toward the bedroom to fetch clean clothes, still completely unaware that the entire time he had been speaking to his wife, another man’s thick cock had been buried deep in her stretched, fluttering asshole, and that every strained sound she made was the result of being fucked open right in front of him.

I kept banging deeper into her ass, one hand still occasionally spanking the soft, stinging flesh of her cheeks, while Saki clung to the doorframe and tried to hold herself together, her married asshole fluttering and clamping desperately around my cock with every suppressed, naughty moan she couldn’t fully hide.