She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 412: His Wife, My Slut

"Guess what, old man," Alex declared with a sly grin, his voice easily piercing the barrier between them. "Her so-called husband? He’s the one instructing me."

"He perpetually grumbles about my poor performance as a student and insists on drilling discipline into me," Alex let out a booming, scornful laugh. "But his ignorance is bliss because… his wife is far more eager to be thoroughly disciplined by me."

Alex's gaze drifted down to Heena, who was looking up at him, her eyes wide and glazed over. Each of his pronouncements seemed to ignite a new surge of heat within her.

"Isn’t that right, Evelina?" he inquired, his tone dropping to a low, playful register as he delivered a slow, deliberate thrust.

Heena offered no verbal reply. A simple smile graced her lips.

Her cheeks blazed crimson, and her intimate core pulsed and clenched with fervent desire around his firm erection, a clear testament to her secret pleasure in this sordid degradation.

***

On the other side of the partition, Howard initially joined in Alex's laughter, striving for an air of nonchalance.

In reality, he reveled in the clandestine thrill of casual conversation with a prominent figure while eavesdropping on the raw, explicit sounds of intimacy transpiring mere feet away.

However, the unfolding narrative began to resonate with an unsettling familiarity as he listened.

The teacher-student dynamic, the complaints about a recalcitrant pupil… it struck an unnervingly close chord.

But upon hearing the name… Evelina… the tension coiled in his shoulders finally began to dissipate. He exhaled a long, cathartic sigh.

‘He was merely indulging in excessive paranoia. There was absolutely no possibility it was Heena.’

"You truly embody the ideal life for any man, Sir," Howard remarked, attempting a tone of impressed admiration mingled with casualness. "I, too, once experienced a similar path… though not everyone is blessed with fortune as grand as yours."

Alex chuckled softly, gradually increasing the depth of his penetration into Heena, stretching her body incrementally while she emitted a soft whimper against the glass.

"It transcends mere fortune, venerable sir," Alex responded, his voice smooth yet unmistakably laced with derision. "It is entirely a matter of skillful execution. Perhaps your own efforts were insufficient…"

He shifted his hips, immersing himself completely within her as Heena’s breath hitched audibly.

"Ahhh…" Heena moaned, her body convulsing as he once again found her most sensitive spot.

"You see, old man," Alex continued, observing Heena with a roguish smile, his hips maintaining a slow, steady rhythm, ensuring his thick member remained deeply embedded within her.

"Observe how eagerly she embraces my entirety… It’s quite effortless, wouldn’t you agree?"

Howard felt a prickle of resentment. This audacious young man was openly ridiculing the very domain he prided himself upon… his supposed prowess with women.

He found himself compelled to retaliate.

"But, sir… I harbor no regrets for those past endeavors," Howard stated, aiming for an air of seasoned wisdom. "As I have since found ample compensation with my current colleagues… They, too, happen to be instructors."

The instant the words escaped his lips, Howard recognized his blunder. He had deviated from the prearranged narrative… his role was to be a devoted husband.

"What? You had affairs with your colleagues?" Siobhan interjected, her voice projecting a loud, feigned astonishment as she jumped in to salvage the situation.

"Do not be displeased, my dear. Those were merely youthful indiscretions from before our union," Howard added with haste, forcing a laugh.

"Hmph," Siobhan responded, playing along with exaggerated ire. "I shall overlook it this time…"

Alex and Heena, privy to their thinly veiled charade, listened with undisguised amusement. Alex emitted a deep, genuine peal of laughter.

"Old man, your performance is commendable," he complimented, clearly entertained. "You grow increasingly intriguing the better I come to know you."

He resumed his slow, rhythmic movements within Heena, ensuring his voice carried clearly.

"However, I confess a certain regret that her husband is not present to witness this spectacle…" Alex added, his tone low yet distinct.

"So he might observe firsthand the extent to which I am subjugating his wife. You understand… I’ve often envisioned bringing her husband along, allowing him the distinct pleasure of watching his wife completely surrender to me, becoming my willing plaything, desperate for my touch each night."

"But my darling here is somewhat reserved… she prefers to keep him from witnessing such intimacy."

He sounded genuinely regretful, as if Heena’s reluctance was the sole impediment to a truly perfect exhibition.

On the other side, Howard offered a private smile, shaking his head.

‘This fellow is precisely the sort I’d anticipated… one of those affluent individuals with peculiar proclivities,’ he mused, a complex blend of amusement and apprehension stirring within him.

Siobhan, who had been absorbing every word with escalating captivation, suddenly spoke, her voice adopting a sweet, yet subtly challenging cadence.

"Why the reticence, madam?" she called out towards the partition. "Having already yielded to him… you ought to embrace him fully, without reservation."

"You see?" Alex playfully chided Heena, his voice a low, intimate whisper near her ear as he held her pinned against the glass, his potent member still buried deep within her. "You must embrace every facet of me with your whole heart."

A shiver ran through Heena, her cheeks aflame with a confusing mix of shame and arousal. Before she could utter a word, Alex’s voice sliced through the air, carrying clearly over the partition with a tone of casual amusement.

"She's merely a shy one," he explained as if discussing common knowledge. "Timid in company. But when we're alone… she transforms entirely."

Alex continued his rhythmic thrusts into Heena, slow and deep, pressing her against the glass as his voice, loud enough to be heard, carried across the divide.

"Indeed, indulge to your heart's content," Howard called out, his tone aiming for encouragement and worldly wisdom. "No one is here to object, not even your pathetic husband."

A soft, amused chuckle escaped Alex.

Howard's words only amplified Heena's shock. Her own husband was essentially urging her to be brazen and shameless with another man. The humiliation burned fiercely within her chest, yet so did a powerful arousal.

Alex glanced down at her flushed face, a conflicted mask, and a smirk played on his lips.

"Did I not foretell this?" he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "He will practically beg for it himself."

"And should he happen to know?" Alex projected loudly, his voice clearly aimed at the adjacent balcony. "What power does he hold over me? I would make love to you right before his eyes should he dare to appear."

Howard released a loud, strained laugh, attempting to mask his unease with feigned amusement at the audacity.

"Indeed… what can he possibly do?" he echoed, his voice strained.

Siobhan, still on her knees but now fully invested, offered a wicked smile toward the glass, her voice rising in volume.

"Yes… do not hold back, my dear," she encouraged loudly. "These moments are precious. You should embrace them and enjoy to the fullest… unburdened by the world's gaze."

She leaned closer to the partition, shouting with undisguised mischief, "Cherish the man you have! Not everyone is blessed with such fortune!"

Siobhan's taunt caused Howard's smile to falter. He recognized the mockery hidden within her words, a subtle jab at his own perceived inadequacy cloaked in apparent support. His jaw clenched.

He reached down, seized a handful of her hair, and abruptly pulled her head back, forcing her gaze upward to meet his.

Siobhan gasped, yet a flicker of dark excitement danced within her eyes.

***

Alex observed Heena, her body pressed against the cool glass, his thick member deeply sheathed within her.

"Still hesitant because of your esteemed cuckold husband?" he inquired, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

Heena shook her head. Having heard Howard's craven words, any lingering guilt had evaporated. No hesitation remained, only a fervent desire.

‘Since he so desperately craves a spectacle,’ she thought fiercely, ’let us provide him with one.’

Alex instantly perceived the fire ignited in her eyes.

He repositioned her, guiding her to grip the railing. With her ass raised high, he bent her forward into a deep, exposed posture. Then, a firm, sharp slap landed on her bare buttocks.

"Anhh…!" Heena cried out, her body arching involuntarily at the sharp sting.

"Now, let us demonstrate to our guests that your shyness has vanished," Alex murmured hotly in her ear. "Tell me… who are you?"

"I am yours, Sir… Your slut," Heena breathed, her voice trembling with escalating need.

Alex’s eyes darkened with evident satisfaction. "And what is it you desire?"

"Your cock, Sir… within me."

He required no further prompting. Gripping her hips, he drove into her with a single, powerful thrust.

"Ahhhhh—!!" Heena shrieked loudly, her voice uninhibited, echoing into the night air.

On the opposite balcony, both Siobhan and Howard jolted at the raw, unrestrained sound.

"Imagine my husband is here," she implored, her voice growing bolder, "and penetrate me… show him his own pathetic state. Demonstrate how he neglected his wife… and how she is now being claimed by a true man."

Alex groaned in approval and intensified his assault, each forceful thrust driving her body against the glass. The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin echoed across the balcony.

From the other side, Siobhan's voice drifted through the partition, sweet yet undeniably laced with wicked encouragement.

"Yes… that is correct," she called out. "This is how you should heed your man's commands. A good girl… allow him to defile you completely."

Heena’s moans grew louder, her thoughts surrendering further with each word. Her hands pressed against the glass as Alex continued his relentless assault, his hips colliding with her rear with every brutal stroke.

"Ahh—! Sir…! Harder—!" she screamed, shedding all concern for who might hear. "Fuck me as he never could!"

Alex tightened his grip on her hips, pounding into her with deep, punishing drives. "That’s my slut," he growled. "Let your husband hear your every plea for me."

Heena's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. The exquisite sensation of Alex's cock filling her, the intoxicating awareness of Howard listening to her every sound, coupled with Siobhan's encouraging prompts, propelled her toward a climactic release.

"Yes!! Look at you, you pathetic bastard," she shrieked with overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. "See how he's stretching me in ways you never could. He's molding me into his shape... he's claiming me... while you just stand there watching, like the useless husband you've always been."

"I'm cumming—! Sir—!!" she wailed, her voice shattering into a wild, shameless cry as her climax hit her. Her intimate parts pulsed tightly around him, releasing streams of hot, wetness as her body writhed against the glass.

Alex didn't pause his movements. He continued to make love to her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was weeping from the sheer bliss, her cries of ecstasy reverberating through the darkness for Howard to hear.

On the other side of the dividing glass, an eerie silence descended, broken only by the tempest churning within Howard's soul.

An odd, disturbing sensation began to consume him.

Try as he might to dismiss it, the feeling persisted – the undeniable sense he was being thoroughly cuckolded... right in this very moment, by the man on the other side of the transparent barrier.