Ellie's eyes lit up, and the hesitation on her face faded, replaced by a smile of relief.
I wasn't sure why she cared so much about me, even before the brainwashing. But that was a mystery for another time.
"Let's get to the sofa first—it'll be more comfortable," I said, pointing to the one in the corner.
She agreed and we both moved over. I laid back first, watching as she stood before me.
"Do you want me to start now?" she murmured, her eyes wandering to my still rocked hard manhood.
"Yeah."
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her midi skirt.
Then, little by little, the fabric began its descent.
First, it slipped past her hips, clinging briefly as if reluctant to part ways.
As it passed her knees, gravity took over, letting the skirt pool gently around her ankles with a soft rustle.
Beneath it all were black lace panties, delicate and nearly see-through, allowing me to see her slit that a well trimmed bush.
"Let me have your panty," I murmured.
The fabric pressed against my nose, warm and faintly damp.
Every breath pulled me deeper. Aroused, lightheaded, and lost in her scent.
Through the openings of her underwear, I caught glimpses of her movement as she climbed onto the sofa and straddled my waist.
At last, everything was falling into place.
Gently, she guided my shaft towards her entrance, the tip d touching her drenched slit.
"Hmmm… it's too big" she moaned softly, feeling it press deeper, slowly pushing past her pinkish folds.
Damn, she was too irresistible for her own good.
"Be honest, which one's bigger, mine or your husband's?"
My lips curled , enjoying every second of her flustered look.
She lowered her gaze with a timid smile. "Yours...It's… thicker.... and way longer"
Somehow, I felt a swell of pride. That Daniel guy might have a bigger wallet, but I've got a bigger gun. They say anyone can be rich, but not everyone was born a natural s*x machine.
"I..I'm putting it all in," she exhaled, her words making me anticipate more.
She slowly lowered herself, taking me inch by inch, until I hit her cervix.
"It hurts..." she closed her eyes, unable to adjust to the size right away.
But when she did, she didn't waste a second and immediately got to work.
Her walls clenched, adjusting to my girth, riding me with a desperation that spoke of her own pent-up desires.
"Your p*ssy feels so good, it's too tight for someone who already has children."
She moaned and let herself grind on me faster. "It's your c*ck. It's too big. It's stretching out my p*ssy."
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. "I feel like my p*ssy will break if I continue."
She bit her lower lip gently, trying to hold back the sweet little moans that threatened to spill out.
"Aunt Ellie, you don't have to hold back. Just be honest with yourself. Let it all out. "
Seconds later, her moans poured out.
"Ahhh… Ace" she let out a faint cry, her hips moving faster. "It feels so good… I haven't felt this wanted in years."
"Y...You're making me feel things I shouldn't... God, it's so wrong, but I love riding your c*ck better than your father."
"Say it! Tell me how much better I make you feel," I ordered, watching her face twist from the pleasure.
"Your c*ck is so much better… it's perfect. Bigger, thicker…I feel like a woman again, not just some trophy housewife."
"Oh? You're really that frustrated with him, aren't you? Go on, tell me more. I'm listening."
"He's always so busy with work. I don't even exist in his eyes ."
"I told him I needed attention, that I wanted to feel wanted again. I even suggested we visit you together, but no—his company, his money, that's all he ever cares about."
Talking bad things about her husband while taking in another c*ck made her muscles clench tighter.
"Please, Ace... don't ever stop using me. I want to be yours...completely."
Seeing her true self, completely unfiltered, stripped of shame and restraint was making me pound her harder .
Right now, none of it mattered—not the ring on her finger or the title she held. She was just a woman, lost in the thrill of being fucked by another man.
"Aunt Ellie… I'm close. You feel too good. I can't hold it much longer. Your... p*ssy is so juicy and meaty. It's squeezing my c*ck to it's limit. "
She moaned in response. "It's okay… you can finish inside me. My period's in three days."
That was the final blow.
"Shit… I'm gonna cum,"
My c*ck throbbed deep inside her, and then, like a dam bursting—I came extra hard, pumping everything into her.
"Me too!" she cried out, her hips bucking uncontrollably as it squeeze out every drop.