Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1207: Barry’s Cuckold Craving

Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. ”Jack...” she purred, her voice thick with desire. She stepped closer, her hand already raised, her eyes dark with anticipation.

”Please... can I do it... once?” There was a hint of mischief in her voice, but also something darker—need, maybe, or the lingering sting of Kate’s earlier slap. ”She just slapped me... I also want to try it.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I nodded, my hand still resting possessively on Kate’s hip. Jennifer didn’t need any more encouragement. She stepped forward, her palm already raised, and then—

SMACK!

Her hand connected with Kate’s left cheek, the sound even sharper than mine had been. Kate cried out, her body jerking forward, her fingers clawing at the fabric beneath her.

”Aaah—! I... am sorry... I won’t do it again...” Her voice was a broken moan, her words trembling with submission. But there was no anger in her voice—only the raw, unfiltered need to be ours.

Jennifer didn’t stop there. She raised her hand again, this time aiming for the other cheek.

SMACK!

The sound echoed through the room, the flesh of Kate’s ass jiggling under the impact. Kate let out a high, keening ”Nnngh—!”, her body arching as the sting radiated through her. Her skin was a beautiful, mottled red now, the imprints of our hands standing out starkly against her pale flesh.

”Such a naughty girl,” Jennifer murmured, her voice a purr as she rubbed the spot she’d just slapped, her fingers tracing the reddened skin.

Kate didn’t answer with words. Instead, she let out a soft, needy whimper, her body sagging against me as if she were giving herself over completely. The warmth of her skin seeped into mine, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as she melted into my touch.

Jennifer, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned in closer, her fingers trailing down Kate’s back before suddenly pinching the already reddened flesh of her asscheeks.

The sharp, unexpected pressure made Kate yelp, her body jerking forward with a high-pitched ”Ahh—!” before she bit down on her lower lip, stifling the sound. Jennifer didn’t let go immediately—she twisted the flesh slightly, her nails digging in just enough to leave a fresh, white imprint against the flushed skin.

”Mmm, such a pretty color,” Jennifer murmured, her voice a purr as she finally released her grip, leaving behind a small, reddened pinch mark alongside the handprints.

She pulled her hand back with a satisfied chuckle, admiring her work. ”Look at that. A perfect little souvenir.”

I couldn’t resist anymore. With a low growl, I lifted Kate effortlessly, shifting her onto my lap as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

She straddled me, her thighs pressing against mine, her ass still throbbing from the attention. The heat of her body against mine was intoxicating, and I could feel her trembling slightly as she settled into place.

Then, with a deceptively casual tone, I asked, ”How is Barry doing?”

Kate’s entire body tensed for a second, her fingers tightening around my shoulders. A deep, embarrassed blush spread across her face, her cheeks burning as she stammered, ”H-He... he knows about us.” She swallowed hard, her eyes darting away as if she couldn’t bear to meet my gaze.

”He... he caught us... that day. But...” She hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper. ”He’s a pervert. He kept asking me... kept asking me to meet you again... and let him watch.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Kate’s blush deepened, her fingers fidgeting nervously against my skin. She looked so guilty, so conflicted, as if she were betraying Barry even by admitting the truth.

Jennifer let out a low, throaty laugh, shaking her head in amusement. ”He’s really a pervert, isn’t he?” She leaned in, her voice dripping with mischief.

”Watching his own wife and enjoying the show...” She tsked, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. ”I almost respect the audacity.”

Kate let out a soft, needy whimper, her face buried in the crook of my neck as if she couldn’t bear to face either of us. Her breath was warm against my skin, her voice muffled and trembling. ”I didn’t... I didn’t know what to say,” she mumbled, her fingers tightening around my shoulders.

The heat of her body seeped into mine, her thighs pressing against my lap as she squirmed restlessly, as if the memory of Barry’s words was physically affecting her.

”He just... kept pushing. And I...” She trailed off, her voice dissolving into a frustrated sigh. Her hips shifted subtly, grinding against me in a way that felt more instinctive than intentional.

I could feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles coiled with embarrassment and something else—something darker, something hungry. The air between us was thick with the scent of her arousal, the faint musk of her skin mingling with the lingering heat of her punishment.

I chuckled, the sound low and rough in my throat, and I let my hand slide up her back, my fingers tangling in her hair as I tilted her head up just enough to meet my gaze.

”Your husband is so generous,” I murmured, my voice dripping with amusement. ”We should give him a gift... what do you say?”

Kate’s entire body froze for a second, her breath hitching in her throat as my words sank in. Then, like a flame licking at her skin, a deep, crimson blush spread across her face, her cheeks burning as if she’d been caught in a secret fantasy. She stammered, her voice trembling, ”I... I would listen to you...” The words were barely a whisper, but the submission in them was unmistakable—thick, heavy, and intoxicating.

She bit down on her lower lip, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. Her eyes flickered with a mix of shame and anticipation, her pupils dilating as if she were already imagining what that ”gift” for Barry might entail. The thought seemed to both thrill and terrify her, her body swaying slightly in my lap as if she were caught between running and surrendering.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whispered, ”What about our daughter Amy... how is she doing?”

The words were soft, almost innocent, but the way I bit down gently on her earlobe—just enough to send a shiver down her spine—made her go limp against me.

A soft, needy moan escaped her lips, her body melting into mine as if she were no longer capable of holding herself up.