Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 56 - 0 Sexual desire is like Pandora’s box Part3 R18

At this point, Michael couldn’t care less about anything else. Unless Betty woke up, even if the sky fell, it wouldn’t bother him. He slowly lay down on his side, facing the same direction as Betty, but his position was much lower than hers.

Betty was on the upper side of the bed, and Michael in the middle, which meant that Michael’s face wasn’t facing Betty’s back or hair, but rather her buttocks and the crevice between them.

Due to Betty curling up her legs, from behind, the way Betty’s buttocks were raised, Michael could touch Betty’s most private parts—the vagina and anus.

Michael seemed in no rush; he wanted to savor the moment, to fully imprint every detail in his mind, including the visual, olfactory, and taste sensations.

Michael’s face slowly moved closer to Betty’s buttock crevice, and Betty gradually felt the warmth of Michael’s breath. His breath continuously hit her crevice, stimulating her most sensitive areas.

As Michael’s face got closer, Betty bit down harder on the back of her hand, as if she might bite off the flesh at any moment. It was like a battle with only two possible outcomes, a battle where only one side could emerge victorious, with no draws...

Michael’s face slowly neared Betty’s buttock crevice, but he didn’t rush to lick or kiss; instead, he greedily inhaled the scent emanating from Betty’s crevice. I’ve smelled it too; there’s no bad odor, rather, there’s a scent of female pheromones.

Michael, like a little wolf, sniffed desperately. By this time, Michael was already aroused, though it’s unclear if he had ejaculated along the way. While sniffing, Michael slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his fully erect penis.

The last time I saw Michael’s penis in the bathroom video, it was flaccid, and even then, it was larger than mine. But now, Michael’s penis was fully erect. The deep red shaft and the glans extended from his groin in an upward curve, resembling the curved saber commonly used by Mongolians.

At this moment, Michael’s penis was only half a body’s length away from Betty’s vagina, and the large glans was already secreting fluid.

I estimated Michael’s penis length to be about 8 inches if you include the curve, which is more than my initial guess of about 7 inches, and it was very thick. I glanced down at my own penis and felt somewhat inferior.

When Michael fully matures, the size of his penis will be truly formidable.

It must be admitted, in this regard, Michael has inherited excellent genes from his Singaporean heritage.

Betty, with her back to Michael, was unaware that he had already taken off his sleep pants, exposing the most ugly and frightening part of a man.

At this moment, she seemed to be itching unbearably from the heat of Michael’s breath, continuously biting her lips and the back of her hand. This position, with her back to Michael, allowed her to be less self-conscious, letting her expressions be more unrestrained.

"Ugh..." Betty suddenly let out an uncontrollable moan, a sound so sudden because Michael, after sniffing for a while, had unexpectedly flicked his tongue across Betty’s butt crack, specifically targeting her honey pot.

Being consciously licked by someone of the opposite sex for the first time, an aroused Betty couldn’t help but moan involuntarily.

I had thought that Betty’s moan would startle Michael into pausing again. Maybe Michael was too confident that Betty was in a deep sleep, or perhaps at this point, he just didn’t care about anything else. Without any hesitation, Michael continued to delicately taste and lick Betty’s butt crack.

After that first moan, Betty bit down on the back of her hand to stop herself from making another sound. The situation was incredibly awkward. What if Michael realized she was pretending to be asleep?

How would she face her child afterward?

Where would she put her face?

Pretending to be asleep might still allow her to feign ignorance, perhaps the last way to maintain their relationship moving forward.

Betty was praying inside, and so was I, hoping that Michael would stop after his licking, just stop completely. I didn’t want to witness the scene of Betty being defiled.

My palms were sweaty, and I thought several times about shutting off the computer video, but I couldn’t give up. This was my wife, and I needed to know the truth.

Taking a few deep breaths, I rubbed my cheeks to calm myself down, bracing for the worst as I continued to watch...

Michael buried his face into Betty’s butt crack, his face now completely obscured. Betty’s buttocks were larger than Michael’s face, and his mouth moved up and down in her crevice, alternating between her anus and her honey pot.

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This was Betty’s first time receiving oral sex, no, actually the second time—the first being when Michael took advantage of her while she was drunk. In our past sexual encounters, Betty and I never engaged in oral sex.

Betty, being a teacher, held conservative views, and I had my physical reasons, so we stuck to the most basic and primitive forms of lovemaking.

Michael’s unconventional approach undoubtedly brought immense stimulation to Betty. At this point, I noticed Michael occasionally swallowing, clearly, Betty’s honey pot was secreting plenty of love juices, and Michael was not letting any go to waste, sucking it all into his mouth and swallowing it...

After tasting for a while, Michael’s mouth left Betty’s butt crack, now wet around his mouth as if he had washed his face.

Michael pulled a towel from under his pillow, a towel he used to wipe sweat when he woke from nightmares, which he kept under his pillow all this time.

Seeing him take out the towel, I knew what he was about to do next, and Betty, with her back to Michael, had no idea what was coming...

Michael, holding the towel, slowly moved his body upward until his head was level with Betty’s, and his groin aligned with Betty’s buttocks, his penis...

Now level with Betty’s honey pot...

Michael slowly shifted his hips, his robust manhood inching closer to Betty’s vagina. At this moment, Michael was tense to the extreme, the next steps were the climax of their sexual encounter, the actual intercourse.