She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 413: Showtime For The Husband

Each powerful thrust sent faint yet unmistakable tremors through the barrier between them.

She could practically visualize the sheer force, the profound depth, and the unbridled dominance behind every single motion.

The loud, ragged cries of ecstasy from the woman next door – "Ahhh—! Sir...! Harder—!" – felt like sharp arrows piercing her very being.

A burning jealousy ignited within her chest.

'How incredible she must be feeling to be screaming like that...' Siobhan mused, her thighs slick and quivering with raw envy. Never before had she experienced such intense jealousy.

That woman was being pleasured in precisely the way Siobhan had always secretly dreamed of being taken... raw, deep, and utterly overpowered.

Her own core tightened painfully, aching with an unbearable craving. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her eyes, reddened and glistening with frustration and lust, turned towards Howard, who stood beside her.

"Please... make love to me too, darling," she whispered with desperation. "I can't stand this any longer... I want it. I need it just like that."

She reached down, grasping his erection, stroking it with frantic urgency. But something felt amiss… he wasn't even fully hard.

"What's wrong?" she questioned, looking up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and growing frustration.

She perceived the peculiar conflict in his gaze… a confusing blend of arousal and profound unease. It was evident he was wrestling with something internally, unable to fully embrace the moment.

Howard gazed at her eager, desperate face for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"We can't..." he murmured, lost in his own inner turmoil.

'Why not just call her and confirm... put these strange feelings to rest...' Howard resolved. It was the sole path to quell his racing thoughts.

"I... I need to step inside for a moment," he stated, his voice strained. "I'll return shortly."

Siobhan watched him retreat into the suite, a deep frown creasing her brow. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone on the balcony.

"Pathetic," she declared with bitterness. "Such a weakling!"

Her body continued to throb with unfulfilled desire, her core aching and slick from the secondhand arousal she had pilfered through the glass.

The fiery sensation between her legs refused to subside; if anything, it now burned with even greater intensity.

With a frustrated exhalation, Siobhan pressed herself harder against the frosted glass divider. Her full breasts flattened against the cool pane, her nipples hardening and becoming exquisitely sensitive.

She closed her eyes, desperately chasing the vibrations and sounds emanating from the other side, attempting to feel every powerful movement being made with that fortunate woman.

The subtle yet potent vibrations of Alex’s relentless thrusts traveled through the partition, each deep impact sending minute shocks directly to her aching core.

Suddenly, Heena’s voice shattered the night, loud and broken.

"Ahhh—! Sir—!! I'm reaching my peak—!!"

The raw, unashamed cry of pure ecstasy ripped through the night air. Siobhan’s breath caught sharply in her throat. Her thighs trembled as she felt every pulse of the other woman’s climax through the glass… the desperate clenching, the violent rippling, the wet, overwhelming release.

Her own breathing quickened, falling into perfect synchrony with the woman’s whimpering moans. A hot, powerless wave surged through Siobhan without any preamble.

Her core clenched fiercely, and she climaxed as well, biting her lip to suppress a moan as fresh wetness soaked her already drenched panties and trickled down her thighs.

She remained pressed against the glass, panting, her eyes still shut, riding the lingering aftershocks of her illicit orgasm.

In that precise moment, the truth embedded itself deep within her like a searing brand.

Howard could never satisfy the inferno raging between her legs. Only the man next door… the one making that woman scream like a harlot… could provide her with the ultimate satisfaction she craved.

She glanced back towards the balcony door through which Howard had vanished, a slow, knowing smirk gracing her lips.

'Don't fault me,' she thought, her eyes dark with newfound resolve. 'It's you who lacks the manhood.'

She drew a deep breath, a distinct spark of hope and hunger illuminating her eyes. Then, unable to restrain herself any longer, she called out towards the neighboring balcony.

"How was it, ma'am?" Her voice was sweet, yet heavy with envy and longing. "Being upfront about your desires for the first time?"

Siobhan waited, her heart pounding with anxious anticipation. The silence lingered for a few seconds before Heena’s hoarse, trembling voice finally drifted over the partition.

"So... good..." she gasped, struggling to form the words. "I've never... experienced anything like that."

A soft, delighted laugh escaped Siobhan’s lips, clearly pleased by the response.

"Didn't I tell you?" she called back, her tone sweet but tinged with envy and a subtle plea for affirmation. "You shouldn't overthink things in such moments. Simply revel to your heart's content. Surrender yourself completely."

Her lower lip was bitten, thighs pressed tightly together as a fresh wave of heat surged within her core.

"You sound so lovely when you lose control, ma’am..." she continued, her boldness escalating. "I wish I could witness firsthand how perfectly he is ravaging you right now."

Her breaths grew more rapid. Leaning even closer to the glass, her voice tapered into a breathless, impressed tone.

"But you were truly savage, Sir," Siobhan added, her words almost a moan. "Even I could feel those thrusts from this side... God, the way you are fucking her... it’s making me so wet just by listening."

Alex emitted a low, amused chuckle that carried distinctly over the partition.

On this side of the glass, his voice deepened, laced with a teasing edge. "You sound quite desperate over there, sweetheart. Weren't you rather devoted to your dear husband just moments ago?"

"Who gives a damn about a pathetic man who abandoned his wife to another man's presence like a loser?" Siobhan retorted with disdain.

"It seems he desires to observe you making love to me, Sir..." she declared breathlessly, her voice reaching across the glass with striking audacity.

Alex’s laughter grew louder, deep and resonant, clearly amused by her sudden wicked tongue.

Heena’s eyes widened at their daring exchange, a sharp pang of jealous heat coiling in her stomach.

“This hussy, eyeing my man again.”

Yet, instead of outright anger, it only caused her core to clench more fiercely around Alex’s substantial member. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, caught between a possessive surge and a dark, exhilarating excitement.

"You may join us... but you must bring your husband along as well," Heena commanded, her tone authoritative and wicked. "You know how much he relishes watching a woman being thoroughly fucked before her husband's eyes."

The words flowed from her lips with surprising ease. A wicked thrill coursed through her body as she uttered them.

Alex delivered a firm, resounding slap to her posterior, the sound echoing across both balconies.

“Smack!”

"You're developing a taste for the truly depraved, Professor," he growled near her ear, his voice imbued with dark approval. "I find it quite appealing."

Heena moaned at the stinging sensation, pressing back onto his thick cock with shameless desperation.

On the other side of the transparent barrier, Siobhan’s lips twisted into a satisfied, ravenous smile. Her objective was achieved. The demure, proper wife was finally succumbing.

"No issue at all, ma’am," Siobhan responded, her voice sweet yet brimming with undisguised excitement. "He, too, needs to witness firsthand... how a true man should possess his wife."