⚠️ EXTREME 18+ SMUT CHAPTER ⚠️ This chapter contains extremely detailed, graphic NTR sex scenes (creampie, dirty talk, size comparison, wife corruption). Pure psychological readers can safely skip to Chapter 6. You have been warned.
⚠️ ULTRA EXPLICIT R18 CHAPTERS – MAXIMUM NASTY LEVEL ⚠️Chapter 6 100% graphic NTR smut Heavy sensory details • slow burning corruption • ultra explicit dirty talk • size comparison • multiple creampies • wife mind-break Psychological readers: SKIP this chapter and go straight to the first chapter. You have been warned.
Those Three Hours
The bedroom door clicked shut behind them.
Meguri stood frozen, back pressed to the wood, heart hammering so violently she felt it in her throat. The bedside lamp cast a soft golden glow across the sheets — the same sheets she shared with her husband every night.
This was wrong. This was betrayal.
Nagano stood two steps away, hands shaking at his sides, face flushed crimson. "Meguri-san… we really shouldn't—"
"I know," she whispered, voice trembling. But her feet carried her forward anyway.
They met in the middle of the room.
The first kiss was hesitant, almost chaste. Soft lips brushing, breath mingling. Nagano tasted like whiskey and nervousness. Meguri's mind screamed stop, but her body leaned in, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat.
When his tongue shyly touched hers, a tiny whimper escaped her throat.
Nagano's hands rested on her waist, then slowly moved upward. The moment his palms cupped her full breasts through the sweater, Meguri gasped into his mouth. Her nipples stiffened instantly, aching.
"We can't… my husband trusts me…" she breathed, even as she arched into his touch.
"Then tell me to stop," he murmured against her lips, thumbs circling her hard peaks.
She didn't tell him to stop.
He gently lifted her sweater. Meguri raised her arms like in a trance, letting him pull it off. Her cream lace bra was exposed, her heavy breasts straining against the fabric, nipples visibly poking through.
Nagano's eyes darkened with raw hunger.
He kissed down her neck, slow open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails. When his mouth closed over one lace-covered nipple and sucked gently, Meguri's knees buckled.
"Ahh…!" A soft, guilty moan tore from her throat.
His hand slid under her skirt, fingers brushing the soaked crotch of her panties. The wet sound was obscene.
"You're… dripping," he whispered in awe, voice shaking.
Meguri covered her face with both hands, mortified. "Don't say that… I'm married… this is so wrong…"
But her hips rolled forward, chasing his fingers.
Nagano pushed her panties aside. Two fingers slid between her slick, swollen folds. The wet squelch filled the room as he slowly pushed one finger inside her tight heat.
Meguri's head fell back against the door. "Oh god… it's inside me…"
Her walls clenched greedily around his finger. Guilt and pleasure crashed together so violently she felt tears prick her eyes.
Nagano pumped slowly, curling his finger against that sensitive spot her husband rarely found. Meguri's legs shook. Her juices coated his hand, dripping down her inner thigh.
"Nagano… we have to stop… please…" she begged, even as her hips fucked herself on his finger.
He added a second finger, stretching her.
Meguri came with a choked cry, pussy spasming hard around his digits, a small gush of clear fluid soaking his palm.
She slid down the door, breathing ragged, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure mixing on her cheeks.
Nagano knelt in front of her, cock straining painfully against his pants.
The first part of the three hours had only just begun.
Meguri was no longer the elegant, composed wife.
She was on her knees on the bedroom floor, eyes glassy, lips swollen, saliva and precum glistening on her chin.
Nagano's thick cock — noticeably longer and girthier than her husband's — throbbed inches from her face.
She looked up at him with pure lust.
"I… I want to taste it," she whispered, voice hoarse with need.
She took him into her mouth slowly at first, tongue swirling around the fat head, tasting the salty precum. Then she sank deeper, gagging softly as he hit the back of her throat.
Nagano groaned, hands gently holding her hair. "Fuck… your mouth feels so good…"
Meguri bobbed faster, slurping noisily, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
She pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Please… I need your cock inside me."
Nagano pulled her up and bent her over the bed. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her dripping slit, coating himself in her juices.
Then he pushed in.
Meguri's mouth opened in a silent scream as her tight married pussy stretched obscenely around his thicker shaft. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until his balls rested against her clit.
"So deep… oh my god it's so much deeper than my husband's…" she moaned shamelessly.
Nagano started thrusting — slow, deep strokes at first, then harder. The wet slapping of skin on skin was loud and rhythmic. Her juices squirted out around his cock with every thrust.
Meguri's eyes rolled back. "Harder! Fuck your boss's wife harder!"
He grabbed her hips and pounded her like an animal. Meguri came violently, pussy clamping down, squirting all over his balls and the floor.
Nagano didn't stop.
He flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. The new angle made her scream.
"Cum inside me! Fill me up! I want your cum deep in my womb!"
Nagano groaned and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her married pussy, overflowing and leaking out around his cock.
But they weren't done.
Meguri pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth motion. She rode him like a woman possessed — hips slamming down, breasts bouncing wildly, moaning his name over and over.
"Better than my husband… so much better… I'm your slut now…"
She came again, then again, until her voice was hoarse.
Nagano flipped her into missionary, pinning her wrists above her head, and fucked her through a fourth orgasm before pumping another massive load deep inside her.
By the time the three hours were almost over, Meguri lay on the ruined sheets — legs spread wide, pussy gaping and overflowing with thick white cum, eyes completely fucked-out, a blissful, broken smile on her face.
She pulled Nagano down for one last sloppy kiss.
"I've never been fucked like that in my life…"
The elegant wife was gone.
Only the addicted slut remained.