She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 411: She is Just a Slut

"Ahh—! Sir...! It’s so deep—!"

The woman’s loud, broken moans carried clearly over the partition. Howard’s face went pale. A cold shiver coursed down his spine. That voice... it sounded far too familiar. His mind suddenly flashed to his wife. Heena. His blood ran cold. Sweat broke out on his forehead as panic began to grip him. 'No. No. No. It can’t be.' He turned toward Siobhan, who was clearly lost in the sounds coming from the next balcony. "Hey, Siobhan," he whispered urgently, his voice shaky. "Does the voice of that girl sound familiar to you?" Siobhan blinked, pulled out of her daze. She listened again for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope. Why would you say that?" Howard swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. He shook his head, trying to push the terrifying thought away. "Yeah... you’re right," he muttered, relief slowly washing over him. "How could we possibly know someone of that status anyway? It must just be a coincidence. There are so many people with similar voices..." Siobhan gave him a strange look but didn’t press further. Howard let out a long, relieved sigh, trying to convince himself. 'Yes... it’s just a voice. Nothing more.' He cursed himself silently for even letting the thought cross his mind. 'How could he doubt her? After everything... all his late nights, all the women, all the times he had neglected her... Heena had never once taken a single step against him. She had stayed loyal, quiet, and patient. He had absolute trust in her. *** Alex fucked her harder against the glass, each powerful thrust slamming her back firmly into the cool surface. Her legs stayed wrapped tightly around his waist, arms locked around his neck as he held her up, driving deep inside her with relentless force. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoed across the balcony as he drove into her without mercy. Heena’s moans grew louder, shameless, and uncontrollable. "Ahh—! Sir...! Yes—! Harder—! Please—!" Her voice rang out into the night, clear and desperate. Suddenly, her entire body tensed. Her inner walls clenched violently around his thick cock as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as she came hard, screaming loud enough for the entire floor to hear. "Ahhhhh—!! Sir—!! I’m cumming—!!" Her pussy gushed around him, hot and slick, her body shaking violently in his arms as wave after wave ripped through her. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy. Alex groaned deeply, thrusting through her climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation. Only when her body started to go limp did he slow down, still buried deep inside her. He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as he whispered with dark satisfaction, "Ahh... look at that. You came so much... almost double than the last time." Heena was completely lost in the sensation... head resting heavily on his chest, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, body trembling with aftershocks. She could barely think, let alone respond. "Is it because I was too good..." Alex whispered hotly against her ear, voice low and teasing, "or because you’re a dirty little pervert who loves knowing her husband is listening while I fuck you?" Heena could only whimper softly against his chest, too dazed and euphoric to form words. Her mind was blank, floating in a haze of pleasure, shame, and raw satisfaction. "Don’t tell me you’re already finished," Alex teased, his voice low and amused against her ear as he kept her pressed firmly against the glass. He rolled his hips slowly, still buried deep inside her, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. "We still have to talk to your husband. He must be really suspicious of you by now." "But how can we let him off so easily, hmm? We still have so much to do." Heena’s chest heaved, her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm. But something had shifted inside her. The old, proper Heena was gone. In her place was a woman burning with raw desire and dark satisfaction. "Who said I’m finished?" she replied, her voice hoarse but defiant, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I can still keep up... Sir." Deep down, a fierce, vengeful arousal surged through her. She wanted Howard to suffer. She wanted to see the look on his face when he finally realized the woman screaming in pleasure next door... the one he was fantasizing about... was his own wife. The wife he had ignored, neglected, and discarded for years. The thought made her pussy clench hard around Alex’s cock. Alex chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by her sudden boldness. He gripped her hips tighter and gave her a deep, possessive thrust, making her moan again. "Good girl," he whispered. "Then let’s make sure he hears every single second of it." ***

The sounds of muffled moans from the adjacent room ceased momentarily. Howard exhaled a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure. He nervously cleared his throat, preparing to speak, when Siobhan interrupted him.

"You truly possess a remarkable skill for the game, sir," she remarked, her voice laced with palpable envy as it traveled over the partition. "I find myself genuinely envious of that woman."

Howard cast a sharp, piercing glance in her direction.

What was she doing? He had just cultivated the image of a devoted, loyal wife, and now she was jeopardizing it with her blatant jealousy.

"By the way... Sir, is she your wife or your girlfriend?"

Howard inquired hesitantly, aiming to redirect the course of their conversation.

Alex's low, amused chuckle resonated clearly through the partition.

"Wife?" Alex responded, his tone saturated with a dark, mocking amusement. "I do not possess a wife."

Alex continued to converse with Howard in a relaxed manner, as if he were not intimately entwined with the man's own wife... his substantial member sliding slowly and deeply into Heena with each deliberate stroke.

"She is merely an exceptionally proficient slut of mine," he stated, his voice easily overheard through the partition.

He delivered a firm, resounding slap to Heena's posterior, the sharp sound echoing across the balcony.

"Her husband proved incapable of satisfying her adequately, so she sought solace with me... imploring me to compensate for that imbecile."

Heena's eyes flickered with a complex blend of shame and intense arousal. She lightly smacked his chest with her palm, a half-hearted gesture of protest, devoid of genuine anger.

Her body completely betrayed her... her intimate core tightening forcefully around his cock at his lewd declaration.

Howard managed to force out a loud, strained laugh, striving for an air of amusement and worldliness.

"Ha! Well, it seems some men are blessed with all the fortune, wouldn't you agree?" he vocalized, his tone strained yet attempting to play along.

Internally, however, envy scorched his chest like acid. These opulent individuals truly lived like royalty, he mused with bitterness. Indulging their desires with whomever they pleased, whenever the mood struck, while the rest of them were relegated to begging and struggling.

Siobhan observed him, perceiving the forced gaiety in his laughter, but she remained silent.

Alex, still deeply embedded within Heena and moving with deliberate slowness, emitted a low chuckle that carried distinctly across the partition.

"And guess what..." he added casually, as if making an observation about the weather, "that imbecile husband of hers? He happens to be my disciple."