She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 411: She is Just a Slut

”Ahh—! Sir...! It’s so deep—!”

The woman’s loud, broken moan carried clearly over the partition.

Howard’s face paled. A cold shiver ran down his spine. That voice... it sounded far too familiar.

His mind suddenly flashed to his wife.

Heena.

His blood ran cold. Sweat broke out on his forehead as panic gripped him.

’No. No. No. It can’t be.’

He turned toward Siobhan, who was clearly lost in the sounds coming from next balcony.

”Hey, Siobhan,” he whispered urgently, voice shaky. ”Do you think... the voice of that girl sounds familiar?”

Siobhan blinked, pulling herself out of her daze. She listened again for a moment, then shook her head.

”Nope. Why do you say that?”

Howard swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. He shook his head, trying to push the terrifying thought away.

”Yeah... you’re right,” he muttered, relief slowly washing over him. ”How could we know someone of that status anyway? It must be just a coincidence. There are so many people with similar voices...”

Siobhan gave him a strange look but didn’t press further. Howard let out a long, relieved sigh, trying to convince himself.

’Yes... it’s just a voice. Nothing more.’

He cursed himself silently for even letting the thought cross his mind.

’How could he doubt her?

After everything... all his late nights, all the women, all the times he had neglected her... Heena had never once taken a single step against him. She had stayed loyal, quiet, and patient.

He had absolute trust in her.

***

Alex fucked her harder against the glass, each powerful thrust slamming her back firmly into the cool surface. Her legs stayed wrapped tightly around his waist, arms locked around his neck as he held her up, driving deep inside her with relentless force.

The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoed across the balcony as he drove into her without mercy.

Heena’s moans grew louder, shameless, and uncontrollable.

”Ahh—! Sir...! Yes—! Harder—! Please—!”

Her voice rang out into the night, clear and desperate.

Suddenly her entire body tensed. Her walls clenched violently around his thick cock as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

Her legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as she came hard, screaming loud enough for the entire floor to hear.

”Ahhhhh—!! Sir—!! I’m cumming—!!”

Her pussy gushed around him, hot and slick, her body shaking violently in his arms as wave after wave ripped through her. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.

Alex groaned deeply, thrusting through her climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation. Only when her body started to go limp did he slow down, still buried deep inside her.

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as he whispered with dark satisfaction,

”Ahh... look at that. You came so much... almost double than the last time.”

Heena was completely lost in the sensation... head resting heavily on his chest, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, body trembling with aftershocks.

She could barely think, let alone respond.

”Is it because I was too good...” Alex whispered hotly against her ear, voice low and teasing, ”or because you’re a dirty little pervert who loves knowing her husband is listening while I fuck you?”

Heena could only whimper softly against his chest, too dazed and euphoric to form words.

Her mind was blank, floating in a haze of pleasure, shame, and raw satisfaction.

”Don’t tell me you’re already finished,” Alex teased, his voice low and amused against her ear as he kept her pressed firmly against the glass.

He rolled his hips slowly, still buried deep inside her, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. ”We still have to talk to your husband. He must be really suspicious of you by now.”

”But how can we let him off so easily, hmm? We still have so much to do.”

Heena’s chest heaved, her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm. But something had shifted inside her.

The old, proper Heena was gone. In her place was a woman burning with raw desire and dark satisfaction.

”Who said I’m finished?” she replied, her voice hoarse but defiant, a wicked spark in her eyes. ”I can still keep up... Sir.”

Deep down, a fierce, vengeful arousal surged through her. She wanted Howard to suffer.

She wanted to see the look on his face when he finally realized the woman screaming in pleasure next door... the one he was fantasizing about... was his own wife. The wife he had ignored, neglected, and discarded for years.

The thought made her pussy clench hard around Alex’s cock.

Alex chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by her sudden boldness. He gripped her hips tighter and gave her a deep, possessive thrust, making her moan again.

”Good girl,” he whispered. ”Then let’s make sure he hears every single second of it.”

***

The moans from the other side had quieted for a moment. Howard let out a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure. He nervously cleared his throat, about to speak, when Siobhan beat him to it.

”You really know how to play, sir,” she said, her voice carrying over the partition with clear envy. ”I’m really being envious of that girl.”

Howard shot her a sharp, daggered look.

What the hell is she doing? He had just built the image of a sweet, loyal wife, and she was already ruining it with her obvious jealousy.

”BTW... Sir, is she your wife or girlfriend?”

Howard asked hesitatingly, trying to steer the conversation back.

Alex’s low, amused laugh drifted clearly across the partition.

”Wife?” Alex replied, his tone dripping with dark amusement. ”I don’t have a wife.”

Alex continued speaking casually to Howard, as if he wasn’t buried balls-deep inside the man’s own wife... his thick cock sliding slowly and deeply into Heena with every deliberate thrust.

”She’s just a really good slut of mine,” he said, his voice carrying clearly over the partition.

He gave Heena’s ass a firm, loud slap, the sharp sound echoing across the balcony.

”Her husband couldn’t satisfy her properly, so here she is... begging me to compensate for that idiot.”

Heena’s eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment and dark arousal. She smacked his chest lightly with her palm, a half-hearted protest, but there was no real anger in it.

Her body betrayed her completely... her pussy clenching hard around his cock at his filthy words.

Howard forced out a loud, awkward laugh, trying to sound amused and worldly.

”Ha! Well, some men have all the luck, I suppose,” he said, his voice strained but attempting to play along.

But inside, envy burned like acid in his chest. These rich bastards really live like kings, he thought bitterly. Fucking whoever they want, whenever they want, while the rest of us have to beg and scrape.

Siobhan glanced at him, sensing the fake cheer in his laugh, but she stayed quiet.

Alex, still buried deep inside Heena and thrusting slowly, let out a low chuckle that carried clearly across the partition.

”And guess what...” he added casually, as if commenting on the weather, ”that idiot husband of hers? He’s my teacher.”