NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 317. Why Can’t You Be Obedient Like a Loyal Dog?

Witnessing the woman he adored being taken by another man ignited a furious urge in Jeffery to tear Oliver apart. His hands clenched into fists, trembling as blinding rage threatened to overwhelm him. Yet, before he could succumb to a rash impulse, Lauren's voice cut through the tension.

"Deputy Chief Jeffery, allow me to offer you some guidance. As you are my husband, I shall honor you with respect. The duties inherent in our marriage will be upheld; I will permit you conjugal access, whenever my schedule allows. However, in return, I expect you to honor my decisions and refrain from meddling in my associations with others."

"Lauren, I implore you, do not subject me to this. My love for you is genuine, profound. If your sole desire is pleasure, then no one else is necessary. I vow to satisfy your every need. My solemn promise!" Jeffery pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation, unable to contain his raw emotion any longer.

He edged closer, attempting to clasp Lauren's hands and draw her away from Oliver. She recoiled, however, striking his hands aside with a look of utter disdain.

"You still fail to grasp the situation, don't you? Why can you not be as compliant as a devoted hound?" Lauren retorted sharply, her gaze fixed on him with a furious intensity. "My words are serious; I shall reiterate them for your comprehension. Do not, under any circumstances, interfere with my actions. If you wish to retain our connection, remain silent and adhere to my dictates."

Jeffery stood frozen, the words he'd just heard utterly confounding. Her tone was frigid, dismissive, as though he were of no consequence. His feelings were disregarded entirely, as if he were merely a plaything, an object in her possession.

To utter such pronouncements while being intimately engaged with another man, a significantly younger one at that. The indignity was a brutal assault on both his pride and his heart. Yet, what recourse did he possess? How could he possibly defy her?

The terrifying prospect of losing Lauren forever paralyzed him. He could not bear the thought of her departure, even if it meant witnessing her with other men.

Yes. This was his resolve in that precise moment. He would bear witness to her every desire without a word of protest. If this meant a chance at a future with her, then he would endure this torment.

His infatuation with Lauren was all-consuming, and the notion of releasing her was unthinkable. Come what may.

However... was this truly the wisest course? Was surrender so easily accepted? Or should he strive harder? He himself did not possess the answer.

The one certainty Jeffery clung to was that continued opposition would only worsen his predicament. She might even initiate divorce proceedings on the spot, a possibility that instilled a fear surpassing all others.

Lauren perceived the dawning acceptance in Jeffery's eyes, a subtle shift that brought a smile of satisfaction to her lips. "I see you comprehend your place now. Remember, it was I who granted you the boon of being my husband. Therefore, do not squander this privilege through folly. Conduct yourself with propriety, and you shall receive what you desire from me. Now, take a seat over there. I shall provide you with a spectacle."

"Y-yes... very well," Jeffery stammered, utterly defeated, and complied by sitting at the table designated, his gaze fixed upon Lauren as she moved rhythmically upon Oliver's lap.

Oliver, for his part, remained utterly indifferent to Lauren's callous treatment of her husband. His attention was not even directed towards the man, his focus solely on the exquisite pleasure derived from the woman astride him.

He encircled Lauren's waist with his arms, driving upwards with his hips in a powerful rhythm. His thrusts met her descending movements, his erection plunging into her slick heat with maximum depth.

With each upward surge from Lauren, Oliver's shaft meticulously scraped against her inner yielding surfaces, stimulating every sensitive point within her core. This exquisite friction sent shivers of pure pleasure through her body.

Lauren closed her eyes, her head thrown back as she rode his lap, soft moans of ecstasy escaping her lips.

"Ohhh... it feels so incredibly good. I adore this cock within me!"

Oliver let out a low chuckle, continuing his deep, powerful strokes within her receptive core, relishing her erotic cries. "Indeed, you relish this, do you not? Come now, demonstrate to your husband the intensity of your desire. Show him you are a wanton woman who thrives under my potent thrusts. Louder, Lauren! Let him hear your pleasure!"

"Ohh!! Yes! This is what I crave!! Faster, fuck me harder before Jeffery! Show him the prowess of a truly endowed man!" Lauren shrieked at Oliver, her movements upon his lap becoming increasingly frenzied, her ample bosom bouncing emphatically with each forceful motion.

Entranced by the sight of those full orbs swaying directly before his eyes, Oliver released her waist to grasp them. One he drew into his mouth, while his left hand tenderly caressed the other, eliciting even more heart-wrenching moans from her.

"Mmm... oooohhhh! Yeahhhh... take them! Tease my nipple while you impale my pussy. Ahhhhh!" Lauren cried out, overcome by the dual onslaught of intense sensation.