My Milf System

Chapter 396 - 396: 396. Delicious betrayal

Mio's POVI wondered how I was going to indulge my perverted voyeurism and peek in on whatever illicit activities were about to unfold in the room next door. The shared balcony with its glass windows was an option, but the risk of getting caught out there was far too high. The keyhole, just like last time, offered the perfect, low-risk vantage point. The other tenants were out, leaving the hallway utterly silent. No one would catch me crawling up to someone else's door like the absolute degenerate I was.

Wasting no time—terrified I might miss even a second of the action—I scrambled out and crept my way over to Loona's door.

Peering through the tiny metal opening, I spotted the handsome security guard just starting to strip. A fleeting, pathetic remnant of my morality whispered that this was wrong, that spying on someone's private intimacy was a line only a deeply broken, morally bankrupt person would cross.

But the other part of me—the pulsing ache between my thighs that currently had its claws wrapped completely around my brain—cajoled me into submission. How often would I get a front-row seat to watch a married woman paint the agonizingly boring canvas of her marriage with the sweat and cum of another man? To witness this sort of intimate, illicit scenario as a secret, silent spectator? Tossing aside this serendipitous gift over a puny moral scruple would be a crime against my own desires.

After consuming so much animated NTR media, this was the real-life reward I had been begging the universe for.

My teeth literally tingled as I watched Asher-kun undress. He pulled his shirt over his broad, hairy chest with a casual indifference that made my breath hitch. He pushed his pants and boxers down to the floor, completely unaware of my ravenous gaze. His cock was flaccid, a soft, tiny thing almost hidden in his pubes, his balls hanging innocently beneath. It struck me: had I ever actually seen a man's penis in such a vulnerable, unaroused state before? Not exhausted and deflated after emptying himself into me, but simply, naturally soft? No, I didn't think I had. Every time I had ever grabbed my husband's or my exes' dicks, they were already hard, demanding, and impossible to ignore.

Seeing his member like this, as natural and unassuming as a hand or an ear, I bit down hard on my lower lip. The damp heat in my cunt was spreading rapidly, intoxicatingly aroused by the sheer thrill of violating his naked privacy.

I kept my eyes glued to that adorable, dangling penis until he lay face-down on the table, covering himself with a thin white sheet that did absolutely nothing to hide the magnificent, muscular curve of his ass.

"I'm ready," he announced.

'So am I,' my mind agreed frantically.

Loona entered shortly after, a bottle of oil in hand. She had shed her modest nightwear for something devastatingly sexy: a short, strapless dress that clung to her curves and hoisted her breasts up to display an obscene amount of cleavage. That sexy bitch! A sharp pang of jealousy pierced through my lust. I coveted her wide hips, her shapely thighs, that thick, dark blonde hair cascading down her back. And her face which was undeniably cute, with vibrant honey-colored eyes, plump lips, and a slightly awkward but deeply alluring nose.

The table was perfectly angled, granting me a flawless profile view. Loona adjusted the sheet and began to rub Asher-kun's body through the fabric, her hands moving with a smooth, purposeful rhythm.

I could only glance down at my own barely-there chest in bitter envy at the sight of Loona's massive knockers. As she leaned over to knead his lower back, those full, heavy breasts pressed deliberately against Asher-kun's skin. There was absolutely no way he couldn't feel their soft, sinful pressure.

"How is that? Are you feeling better yet?" Loona murmured, her voice dripping with soft intent.

"Mmhmm," the guard hummed, shaking his head slightly.

Loona smiled, a wicked little curve of her lips. "Good. Because we're still just beginning."

She pulled the sheet down to his waist, pumped a slick dollop of oil into her palms, and went to work. Standing near his head, she massaged his broad shoulders and back. Her fingers gripped his neck, rhythmically squeezing away the tension, forcing breathless, involuntary moans from his throat.

He couldn't keep quiet, and the sound sent shivers straight to my core. She then climbed onto the table, straddling his head with her clothed crotch hovering just inches above his face.

I slid my free hand under my bra, my fingers instantly finding my rock-hard nipples. I pinched and rolled them as Loona's hands glided over Asher-kun's naked, oil-shimmering skin.

Once his back was thoroughly slicked and relaxed, she moved to the side of the table and boldly pulled the sheet completely off. I had to bite my knuckles to suppress a gasp. He lay there, totally, gloriously naked in front of a married woman. Oh God, it was so deeply, unapologetically NTR. My brain was practically melting with excitement.

She squirted more oil into her palms and moved to his legs, wrapping her hands fully around his muscular thighs, stroking his calves and the base of his buttocks. With every stroke, her hands crept higher and higher up his inner thighs. There was no way she wasn't deliberately brushing against his balls.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly.

"Yes," the handsome security guard sighed lazily. "That feels amazing."

He was enjoying it. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Maybe she was just being thorough? I couldn't actually see the exact point of contact from this restrictive angle. Maybe she was playing it safe, avoiding his package entirely, and my filthy, overactive imagination was just filling in the blanks because I wanted it so badly.

I needed to know. I needed a better view. I glanced at my phone in my left hand, the camera app already open and waiting. There was no way in hell I was going to record this masterpiece through a tiny keyhole.

Taking a massive risk, I let out a shaky breath and slowly reached for the doorknob. I turned it gently.

Unlocked. 'How deliciously careless of them to leave the door unlocked.'

I pushed the door open just a crack. It didn't produce even a whisper of a creak—ironically, thanks to Asher-kun himself, who always kept the apartment meticulously maintained, oiling hinges and fixing broken lights.

With the door a little ajar, my view expanded beautifully. Loona wasn't touching his most intimate parts... yet. What was she waiting for? Was she seriously planning to give him a boring, standard massage? Or was she, too, boiling over with lust, agonizingly fighting the temptation to just reach between his legs and squeeze?

I watched, utterly captivated, as she repeated the slick, slow motions on his other leg. "Turn over, please," she instructed.

Without a single word of protest, he complied. The sheet remained exactly where it was—which is to say, discarded and nowhere near his nude body.

Asher-kun was now completely exposed, facing upward. His cock was on full display and, I noted with a vicious thrill, comfortably tumescent, swelling heavy and semi-hard. I focused all my willpower on controlling my breathing, forcing long, silent exhales so I wouldn't pant like an animal and give myself away. I kept my hand on my breast, rubbing my aching nipples.

The sight was insanely, panty-wettingly fucking hot. As I watched the slick, muscular guard lay exposed before the married vixen, I could only wonder just how far this beautiful betrayal was going to go.

To be continued...