She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 417: Your Wife Calls Me Master

"Don’t be rude to Sir, dear," Siobhan whispered with a playful glint, her voice laced with feigned innocence. "You don’t recall? You were the one who wanted me to serve him... so you could make a favorable impression."

She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with a cruel amusement.

"Now stop complaining and watch closely how I serve Sir. It’s for your own good, remember?"

Howard’s mouth gaped, but no sound emerged. His face drained to a ghostly white.

"You... you... you vile woman," he finally managed to choke out, his voice trembling with utter disbelief and raging fury.

Siobhan merely grinned wider, then deliberately, slowly stroked Alex’s manhood.

Howard’s gaze drifted to the woman positioned on Alex’s right side... the very woman who had been moaning and grinding against his fingers.

His very own wife.

A chill coursed through his veins, freezing his blood.

"And you..." he rasped, pointing at her with a hand that shook uncontrollably. "What in the hell are you doing here... Heena?"

Heena slowly turned her head to face her husband. Her expression was composed... almost tranquil... with just a hint of a mocking smile gracing her lips. It was evident she was relishing his utter devastation.

"Oh, Howard," she said softly, her voice resonating with a low, dangerously sweet tone. "You truly are rather slow, aren’t you?"

She tilted her head a fraction, her eyes alight with a cruel, amused spark.

"Can’t you comprehend? I am serving my Master."

Howard stared, his mouth opening and closing like a beached fish. Her words struck him with the force of a physical blow.

Serving her Master.

His wife. The same woman who always presented herself as virtuous, as guileless, as impeccably proper in his presence... was now shamelessly gyrating against another man’s fingers, emitting moans like a desperate harlot directly before his eyes.

"You... you’ve been sleeping with him?" he finally choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Behind my back? All this time?"

Heena didn’t even flinch. She simply offered that same calm, cold smile... and deliberately rolled her hips against Alex’s fingers, releasing a soft, contented moan.

"Every single week," she replied placidly, her voice saturated with cruel satisfaction. "Sometimes twice. At my cabin desk... in your office... even within our own bed."

She inclined her head, her eyes blazing with a wicked delight.

"Remember how my Master always desired to do it while you were present? Risky. Dangerous. Right under your nose. But I was such a compliant wife... I always denied him."

Heena smiled tenderly, almost lovingly, as she delivered the final, devastating blow:

"Until today. Because you yourself instructed me, my darling... that I should harbor no fear and indulge myself to my fullest desire."

Howard became rigid, frozen in place.

The color vanished from his face as the memories surged back, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

He suddenly recalled standing on the opposite side of that very partition, chuckling and urging "Evelina" to be louder, to revel without inhibition, to allow herself to be taken thoroughly.

He had told her, his own wife, that no one was present to judge her... not even her insignificant husband.

His stomach churned violently.

He had, with his own words, handed Heena over to Alex.

Siobhan emitted a soft, taunting giggle from the adjacent side, still languidly caressing Alex’s formidable member.

"Oops," she whispered playfully. "I suppose the secret is finally out, wouldn’t you say?"

Howard’s face contorted with raw rage and utter disbelief. His entire body quivered violently as the full enormity of the situation struck him simultaneously... the profound betrayal, the crushing humiliation, the horrifying realization that he had tacitly encouraged the entire charade.

"YOU DAMN WHORE!" he spat, his voice cracking with incandescent fury. "YOU FILTHY WHOORES!"

He whirled around to face Alex, his eyes blazing with hatred, and thrust a trembling finger in his direction.

"It’s you..." he hissed. "It’s all you. You scoundrel!"

With a sudden, guttural roar, Howard lunged forward, his leg swinging out wildly in an attempt to kick Alex.

But even before his foot could make contact, Alex moved with supernatural swiftness. His leg shot out like a striking serpent, connecting forcefully with Howard’s chest in a sickening, blunt impact.

"AAHHH—!"

Howard emitted a strangled cry as he was violently thrown backward. He collided with the wall with a heavy thud, slithering down to the floor in a crumpled heap, struggling to draw breath.

Heena observed the entire spectacle with wide, glistening eyes. A low, throaty chuckle escaped her lips.

The sight of her husband being so effortlessly subdued sent a fresh surge of intense heat directly between her legs.

She glanced down at Howard, still slumped on the floor, and smirked with vicious delight.

"Yes... remain precisely where you belong," she purred, her voice thick with unbridled lust. "And witness how my Master takes me."

She looked up at Alex, her eyes swimming with desperate yearning, and whispered breathlessly:

"Master... I cannot endure any longer..."

Alex smirked, utterly unperturbed. He glanced down at Howard, who was still gasping for air against the wall, and raised a sardonic eyebrow.

"What do you think, Professor?" Alex asked Howard in a taunting tone. "How should I take her, hmm? Do you want to witness her face as I claim her... or would you prefer watching her ass bounce on my cock?"

Heena didn’t pause to await a reply.

Rising to her feet, her legs trembling slightly with eagerness, she went directly to Alex’s lap and climbed on. Straddling him, she reached down, took hold of his substantial erection, and guided it towards her wet core.

Her gaze remained fixed on Howard’s defeated form as she slowly, deliberately, sank onto Alex’s thick shaft with a prolonged, shameless groan.

"Ahhh... fuck... Master..."

Immediately, she began to ride him. Her hips moved in slow, deep circles, greedily taking every inch of him.

All the while, her eyes were locked onto Howard’s devastated expression. With every downward motion onto Alex’s cock, she emitted a loud, lewd moan, ensuring her husband heard each sound.

Alex’s hands tightened on her waist, directing her rhythm, while he smirked at Howard.

"Observe her, Professor," he sneered. "Your cherished wife... riding my cock like a desperate whore. And you? You’re on the floor, the pathetic cuckold you are."

Heena leaned forward, placing her hands on Alex’s chest as she intensified her movements on his lap. Her rear rose and fell, slapping against his thighs with each thrust.

"Ahh—! Yes... Master... deeper—!" she cried out, her stare unwavering from Howard. "This is what you desired, correct? You wanted to witness your wife being properly fucked..."

Siobhan, still on her knees nearby, let out a quiet, wicked chuckle. She reached over to gently squeeze one of Heena’s bobbing breasts.

"God, you’re truly fortunate," she whispered, her voice tinged with envy. She then turned to Howard with a sneering smile. "Look at her, darling. This is the picture of a woman getting her needs met."

Howard remained slumped against the wall, unable to tear his eyes away. His face was a storm of fury, utter humiliation, and something far more shameful—his own erection was beginning to stiffen within his pants.

Heena caught this immediately. A dark smile spread across her lips as her moans grew louder.

"Look at that..." she purred, escalating her pace on Alex. "Even now... you’re hardening at the sight of your own wife being fucked. Truly pathetic, Howard."