Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 980: Barry’s Strange Psychology

Kate climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her bare, glistening pussy hovering just above my face. The scent of her was intoxicating —musky, sweet, the unmistakable tang of a woman who was seconds away from losing control.

She glanced back at the door, her mind racing.

"From this angle," she murmured, her voice thick with calculation, "if I sit on his cock, let it press against me... Barry will only see my back. He’ll see Jack’s balls, the way my hips are moving... He’ll think—" She swallowed hard, her fingers tracing her slick folds. "He’ll think his cock is buried inside me."

With a shuddering breath, she stood up, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs, revealing her perfect, clean-shaven pussy—glistening, swollen, her juices dripping down her inner thighs in thick, sticky strands.

"FUCK," she whimpered, her voice raw. "I’m leaking ."

She adjusted my cock, angling it upward, the thick head pressing against her slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, letting my cock nestle against her folds, the heat of her pussy searing my skin.

The second my cock made contact, we both groaned.

"Aah—!" I let out, my voice rough, my hips instinctively bucking upward, pressing myself harder against her.

"Hmm— SO HOT," Kate moaned, her head falling back, her nails digging into my chest. "His cock is burning me. I can feel it... pulsing ... throbbing ..."

She rocked her hips, grinding herself against me, her clit dragging along the underside of my cock with every movement. "Oh GOD, if I just... move like this... Barry will think... he’ll think I’m fucking him."

Her movements grew frantic, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps as she rode me, her pussy slick with arousal, her juices coating my cock. "I can’t... I can’t stop," she panted, her voice breaking. "It feels so good. Even like this... even without him inside me... I’m so close ..."

I let my hips buck again, my cock sliding between her folds, the head pressing against her clit with every thrust. Kate cried out, her body trembling, her fingers clawing at my chest.

"Jack—!" she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I need— I NEED MORE!"

Oh, Kate.

You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.

I sensed someone coming up the stairs — heavy, hesitant footsteps. Barry. I already knew it was him before he even reached the door. With a flick of my will, I extended my telepathy like invisible threads, slipping into his mind and rewriting his desires in real time.

From this moment on, Barry would only get hard when he saw his wife riding my cock. No other woman. No porn. No fantasies. Only this — only watching Kate get fucked by me would make his pathetic dick twitch.

The door creaked open slightly.

Barry stepped in, holding a glass of water in his trembling hand, his face already pale with confusion.

He froze.

Kate was completely naked, straddling my lap, her soaked, swollen pussy grinding frantically along the thick length of my cock. Her heavy tits bounced with every desperate roll of her hips, nipples dark and stiff, leaking tiny beads of arousal. Her juices coated my cock, making it glisten obscenely as she slid her dripping folds up and down, her clit dragging along the veiny underside with wet, filthy sounds.

Barry’s eyes widened — but instead of rage, his cock twitched visibly in his pants. He didn’t shout. He didn’t storm out. He just... froze, breathing faster, his hand tightening around the glass until his knuckles turned white.

Kate noticed him instantly.

Instead of stopping, she increased the intensity — grinding harder, faster, her pussy lips spreading around my thick cock, her clit rubbing frantically against the head with every slick pass.

"Aaah... fuck..." she moaned softly, voice trembling with a mix of shame and wicked excitement. Her thoughts flooded into my mind:

[Why do I... want to pee right now...? Barry is here... watching me... OMG I’m more excited than before... my pussy is throbbing... I’m so wet... I can feel my bladder pressing... but it’s making me even hornier... what the fuck is wrong with me...?]

Kate looked straight at my cock, eyes glassy, lips parted.

"I’m going to pee..." she whispered, voice husky and broken. "You’re allowed to go down..."

She stood up on shaky legs — her swollen pussy lips parting with a wet sound, a thick string of her arousal stretching from her entrance to the head of my cock before snapping. She looked down at my throbbing cock with doting, almost worshipful eyes.

"Stay hard for me..." she cooed softly to my cock, as if it were a living thing she was promising to come back to. Then she turned and walked toward the bathroom, ass swaying, thighs glistening with her juices.

The moment she disappeared into the bathroom, Barry — still frozen in the doorway — suddenly moved.

He didn’t confront us.

He didn’t yell.

Instead, he quietly slipped into the large walk-in closet on the side of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough to watch.

Kate stepped into the bathroom — but she didn’t close the door all the way. She noticed her husband hiding. Her thoughts exploded in my mind:

[What’s going on with Barry...? Is he really getting excited seeing me with another man...? Or does he have some strange fetish...?]

[Fuck... why is that making me even wetter...? My bladder is so full... but my pussy is throbbing harder... I think I’m going to pee... but I want to do it while Jack watches... or while Barry watches me with Jack... oh god... I’m such a dirty slut right now...]

I lay there — cock standing straight up, thick and veiny, still glistening with Kate’s juices — waiting.

Kate came back out a minute later — completely naked, thighs shiny, a fresh trickle of wetness running down her leg. She didn’t look embarrassed anymore.

She looked hungry.

She walked straight back to the bed, climbed on top of me again, and pressed her dripping pussy against my cock once more — grinding slowly, deliberately, making sure Barry could see everything from his hiding spot in the closet.

"Jack..." she moaned, voice loud enough for her husband to hear. "Your cock feels so good against my cunt... so thick... so hot... I’m so fucking wet for you..."

Barry’s breathing grew louder from the closet — ragged, excited.

Kate smiled — wicked, triumphant — and rolled her hips harder, her swollen clit dragging along my cock.