My infinite lewd system: Seduce My wicked bosses wives

Meanwhile in my room, sleep had been light. I hadn’t done my midnight ritual yet, which involved soaking a bowl of cereal.

Frankly, tonight was a bit lonely and quiet, since Mei and Kim did their very best to act right- minded since the house was filled up, both remained distant even though their bodies were in constant contradiction with their minds.

And niether did i want to faulter against my strategy in claiming Auntie Vivian. Plus she must’ve been asleep by now. Furthering my next temptful attempt on her had already been scheduled for the next day.

I waited a few minutes longer, confirming the silence remained unbroken upstairs before I head down to the kitchen.

Then I rose up and moved barefoot through the dark hallway. No shirt on, just shorts.

I made it to the main staircase, and started descending toward the first floor where the kitchen was located,

Then I heard it.

A sound.

Soft. Barely audible. Coming from somewhere below.

I froze mid- step, hand gripping the stair rail, as I stood still listening, something felt off but I didn’t pay no further attention to it.

"Tsk.. it’s probably my younger cousins watching something loud in their room."

I descended the rest of the stairs in silence.

But then I got down fully, the sound was more audible but muffled as it came from the east wing of the house.

The foyer stretched wide beneath the splendid chandelier that glittered even in the dark, reflecting fractured light across the floor like spilled silver coins.

I kept my feet muted as I moved toward the source of the sound.

Then I arrived at the study, the door was closed. A thin line of moonlight showed beneath it. I paused behind the door, listening.

The sounds were much clearer now— as a master gooner in my past life, I knew at the back of my mind whatever sound I was hearing was a pure pornography audio from a hentai anime.

The air against the door felt thick, almost humid against my skin, and the scent.

The scent was so familiar there’s no way in world it wasn’t similar to that of auntie Vivian’s heavy perfume.

I eased the door slightly open without knocking, through the edge of the open door, the room breathed heat.

The monitors glow was exactly what I thought it was — casting a pure porn scene but it was a hentai!?

One thing as an ex- master gooner I observed about others who suffered the same habit was the levels that came with it.

And at the top poll of all gooners, the most vicious, chronically addicted level were the ones that gooned to hentai.

While the door still remained slightly open, the air that dished out was heavy with the musk of arousal.

I could almost taste it on every inhale — sweet, edged with the faint metallic tang of sweat mixed with that same familiar perfume.

Then the sound became more intense — wet. Not polite, not discreet. A thick, rhythmic Schlick~ Schlick~ Schlick~ Schlick as her fingers plunged in and out, skin on slick skin, loud enough the obscene wet sounds came out so rapidly.

Each stroke ended with a soft, filthy squelch when her palm ground against her clit.

The chair creaked in time, old leather rumpling against her pressing body.

Someone was sitting right in that chair. Someone with a plump body with long, dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders.

Someone who’s right hand was moving rhythmically, out of sight, while soft moans escaped her lips.

’Isn’t that~!’ My gaze shifted slowly at each detail. ’Auntie Vivian?!’

My breath caught in my throat so hard I almost choked.

Her nightwear was bunched around her waist.

The same Auntie Vivian that made me feel like I made a fool of myself and fractured my confidence — was sitting, her silk robe hanging open, one hand between her legs, one legs hooked on the armrest wide open as she watched the hentai anime on screen.

The monitor’s glow illuminated her face, and i could see her expression even from this angle through the edge.

Eyes half lidded. Lips parted. Cheeks flushed. Her hand stroking faster, and her breath hitching.

A faint sheen of sweat coated her neck, catching the monitor light in glistening streaks that slid slowly down as the muscles along her shoulder blades flexed and released.

A rhythm that matched the frantic motion between her thighs.

The porn on the screen was crude and focused— exactly the kind of thing I never watched when anyone one else was awake.

’Who in the world would’ve thought the whole Auntie Vivian — a matured, well mannered, loyal, loving wife and mother, young and conservative, was a fucking porn addict and masturbator! Sweet.’ A dark grin played on my lips.

In the side mirror that lingered at the corner, the view was merciless — her pussy flushed dusky pink, swollen and shining, lips parted and glistening like spilt fruit.

Her two fingers *middle and ring* stroked inside her pussy deep, to the knuckles, coming out slick and webbed with her own wetness, then curls upward before plunging again.

Each thrust pushed a soft bead of fluid out of her cunt— rolling down the creases of her thigh and dripping one slow drop after another, onto the leather seat beneath her.

Auntie Vivian’s POV..

Auntie Vivian had only meant to sit in the dark just to clear her mind. Instead the heat gathered between her thighs had won.

The monitor chimed on with one click, browsing through the web, the video already playing at a medium volume.

Then her hand slipped between her legs before she could talk herself out of it.

The image of Kenji, from earlier — naked, calm, his shirt doing almost nothing — kept bleeding into the video on screen whether she wanted it or not.

She bit her lips, trying to stay quiet.

While she had no idea I was standing just beyond the quarter opened door, watching every trembling edge...