Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 262 Michael’s eyes remained fixed on Betty Part1 R18-

She glanced at the door, as if she could see through it.

Was she suspecting something?

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Was it Michael outside, or was there a hint of anticipation she was reluctant to admit to herself?

After a moment, Betty took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and closed her eyes again.

Her hand slowly reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up to reveal her panties.

On the other side, Michael immediately sat up straight, his face showing anticipation and excitement.

Michael had grown up and seemed to understand women better now.

It seemed he could almost predict or anticipate Betty’s every move and action.

After lifting her skirt, Betty’s hand slowly slid inside her panties.

Her delicate hand caressed her vulva, the site of her pleasure.

She was masturbating, starting on the very first day I was away from home.

I couldn’t remember the last time Betty masturbated because I had never been able to satisfy her.

Occasionally, Betty would masturbate in the bathroom, just touching herself or using the showerhead for a quick rinse, as that barely brought her any real stimulation or climax.

But this time was different.

Michael was in the house, and the situation brought back many stimulating memories and feelings.

The scenario of being alone with a man in the house, with Michael just next door, both breathing the same air, and the hand that Betty used to touch herself had just washed Michael’s underwear.

This scenario made Betty start touching herself, and her reaction seemed quite intense.

The unique psychological state brought some new excitement.

In the scene, Betty was gently touching herself, her legs curled and spread apart, caressing her vulva, while her other hand massaged her breasts.

Honestly, this was the first time I saw Betty masturbating so openly on the bed.

Before, she always did it secretly in the bathroom or shower, never on the bed when I was not home.

But with Michael at home, she couldn’t use the bathroom, and my absence gave her the chance to masturbate on the bed, offering her a new experience and sensation.

Watching Betty touch herself and her hips quiver slightly, I felt a pang of sadness.

Perhaps since Michael’s return, the moment Betty saw him again, she had that desire, but she restrained herself while I was home.

She had always harbored these thoughts.

But after I left, her long-suppressed desires led her to decide to indulge herself without hurting me, behind everyone’s back.

She didn’t realize the consequences her actions might bring.

If only I had seen it, it might have been okay, but Michael saw it too.

This unintentionally conveyed a lot of messages to Michael, giving him full confidence.

Although everything that happened tonight seemed trivial, these small details were undoubtedly a fuse.

Everything might have started from tonight.

Finally, as her sexual desire heightened, Betty seemed unsatisfied.

She withdrew her hand from her panties, her fingers glistening with her arousal.

She quickly took off her panties.

With a gentle kick, she slid them off her body, leaving her lower half completely bare.

Her legs spread apart again, her fingers began to rub between her labia, even slipping inside her vagina for a gentle thrusting.

Betty always appeared pure and virtuous, gentle and wise.

Now, this lascivious display of masturbation contrasted sharply with her usual demeanor, but this stark contrast provided a powerful visual impact.

Her full breasts were being kneaded by her own hands, constantly changing shape.

At that moment, my mind wasn’t on sex, but I felt my penis start to erect.

Perhaps after my car accident and memory loss, seeing Betty like this made my breathing quicken.

It’s undeniable, any normal man would be overwhelmed by such a visual impact, and what about Michael?

Michael quickly stripped off his pants, and as he did, his fully erect penis made it a bit of a struggle.

Once his pants were off, Michael’s thick penis was fully exposed, disproportionately large compared to his tall frame.

With a snap, Michael’s pants hit the floor, and his penis sprung up, the head smacking against his stomach with a crisp sound.

Pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of his penis, signaling he was close to losing control.

In the scene, Betty’s soft moans could be heard.

Her fingers were continuously moving in and out of her vagina, and the hand that had been massaging her breasts had moved to cover her mouth, muffling her moans to avoid alerting Michael next door.

This intense stimulation made Michael’s body tremble slightly.

Michael grabbed his penis and began stroking rapidly, but after a few strokes, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he remembered something.

He stopped stroking, looked down at his member with a resolute flash in his eyes, and then put his underwear back on, restraining his penis as if to suppress his sexual desire.

This was odd for Michael, as masturbation was his usual way of release when he couldn’t have Betty or the comfort of sex.

Why he stopped midway was beyond normal, but at that moment, I didn’t know why.

A suppressed moan, soft yet prolonged, came from the screen.

Betty’s hands had stopped moving, but her body was tense and rigid.

Her legs, previously spread, now tightened and lifted slightly as her body trembled gently.

After years, the long-missed climax of masturbation had finally returned to Betty.

About ten seconds later, Betty’s body finally relaxed.

She lay on the bed like a rag doll, her legs still spread apart, weakly falling to the sides.

During her climax, a thin stream of fluid had sprayed out, tracing a translucent arc in the darkness.

Betty’s breasts heaved dramatically, the aftermath of her masturbation left her nightgown in disarray.

Her face was flushed with fine beads of sweat.

This climax had not come easily; it had been a long time since her last one.

The atmosphere of being alone with a man, the stimulation of Michael’s pheromones, and their passionate memories from the past...

These catalysts had brought about this sexual climax.

After her climax, Betty experienced a slight squirting, the fluid soaking into the sheets.

Yet, she didn’t immediately get up to clean it up; she just lay there quietly, eyes closed, savoring the long-missed pleasure of her climax.

Seeing this, I felt truly heartbroken.

Since Michael’s arrival, every intense pleasure Betty experienced seemed connected to him.

If it weren’t for Michael, Betty might never have known what a climax or squirting was; she might have thought sex was just mundane.

But Michael had shown Betty many stimulations she had never experienced with me.

Meanwhile, Michael’s eyes remained fixed on Betty, his face flushed with excitement, his breathing rapid.

The surveillance footage had revealed a side of Betty unknown to others, informing him of Betty’s sexual needs, undoubtedly increasing his confidence in winning her over, casting a shadow over our marriage.