Chapter 336 - 342

"Here, my dear... hehe, I put so much effort into cooking this just for you. I hope you like it," Sylph said, picking up a plate from the side and offering it to Quinn with a warm smile. She carefully set the fork and knife at his place setting before reaching over to tuck a napkin neatly around his neck.

"You really are the best, Sylph. Though, Brian might need that kind of tender loving care, too. It is your wedding anniversary, after all." Quinn smirked, though he was already tempted to pull her onto his lap and ravish her right then and there. Still, rushing things would ruin the fun.

"Hmm... do you need my help, Brian? I think you’re perfectly capable of feeding yourself, right?" She tossed a fleeting, indifferent glance toward her legal husband.

"Yes... I can manage just fine, Sylph. Don’t worry about me at all, please just enjoy the meal..." Brian stammered, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to curl up and cry. Then again, he had long since lost count of how many times he had shed tears over this humiliating dynamic.

"Good. That’s why I love you so much, my dear husband. You always understand me without a fuss." Turning her back entirely on Brian, Sylph shifted all of her attention back to Quinn, sliding a hand down beneath the table to slowly stroke his hardening cock.

"Can’t you even control your pussy for a single second, Sylph? Hehe, we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the night together, but let me eat my dinner first." Quinn noticed out of the corner of his eye that Brian was sneaking desperate glances in their direction while frantically shifting his legs under the table.

"Ngn... I missed the feel of your cock way too much, so let me touch you. Besides, isn’t this our anniversary? Consider this my extra gift to you," she whispered, wasting no time as she casually unzipped his trousers.

"Haha, fair point... but take a look at your husband over there."

"No, I refuse to stop... I need this." She whimpered softly when she felt how responsive he already was, his thick shaft leaking a heavy amount of pre-cum.

"Well, suit yourself. But don’t forget to hold up your end of the bargain here."

"Of course. Now, open wide. I’ll feed you the finest bite from the dish I prepared, dear... hehe, I’m certain that once you taste it, you’ll be inspired to fuck me extra hard later."

"What an wonderfully obscene thing to say... look, your poor husband is already getting a reaction down there. He’s growing aroused all over again," Quinn chuckled softly, catching Brian’s eye and causing the miserable man to instinctively bow his head in shame.

"Don’t tease him so much, Quinn... besides, Brian is welcome to enjoy the show tonight. So please, let him have his own little outlet," Sylph giggled, gracefully spoon-feeding Quinn a bite of food with one hand while rhythmically stroking his rigid member with the other. True to her word, Brian was secretly sitting across from them, frantically jacking himself off under the dining table while pretending to eat.

Quinn didn’t mind the pathetic display; a bit of exhibitionism within closed doors only added to the twisted thrill of the evening.

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"Ahh, what an exquisite main course. Shall we move right along to the desserts now, Sylph?" Quinn murmured, watching as she eagerly dove straight into her own favorite "dessert" right there in front of her legal husband—dropping to her knees to enthusiastically suck his cum-slicked cock.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Wait just a second... I’ll finish this up in no time, just give me a moment," she mumbled around his thick shaft, completely unbothered by the loud, wet squelches of her saliva and the powerful suction echoing through the dining room.

"Ahh, keep that energy up, Sylph. I’m getting dangerously close to finishing inside your mouth," Quinn praised gently, resting his hand on her head and stroking her hair.

"So, big brother, how has your day been? Did you manage to enjoy your work again?" Quinn asked casually, his gaze shifting back to the husband who was currently watching his wife deep-throat another man.

"Uhh... yes, I suppose I did enjoy it," Brian choked out, stopping midway through his chew. He looked utterly wretched, yet there was a sick, undeniable shame in his eyes—he secretly loved watching the degradation unfold.

"Haha, good for you. Perhaps you’ll even become a proud father one of these days, brother." Quinn shoved her head a fraction deeper, grinning as he noticed how much her oral technique had improved over time.

"Ha... ha. I certainly hope so..." Brian gave a dry, hollow laugh. He was a complete fool, but cuckoldry had clearly morphed into his deepest, most shameful secret fetish—he genuinely got off on watching his wife get thoroughly defiled right in front of him.

"Ahh, yes, just like that, Sylph. Swallow every last drop of my cum, don’t waste a single speck. Keep sucking!" Quinn locked his hand firmly behind the back of her head, denying her any breathing room as he drove himself toward the climax.

"So, brother... regarding that matter we discussed yesterday. Did you manage to prepare it?"

"Uh... you mean the recording orb?"

"Yes, exactly. I thought bringing that as a special anniversary gift for Sylph would be far more practical than a bouquet of flowers. I bet she’d treasure a keepsake like that much more." Quinn felt his cock pulsing rhythmically as she worked her magic.

"Yes... yes, I actually brought it with me today..." Brian stammered, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Hmm, wonderful. Why don’t you place it out and get it recorded now? It would be an absolute tragedy not to preserve a glorious scene like this," Quinn urged, closing his eyes to fully savor the overwhelming friction.

"Yes... right away!" Brian nearly jumped out of his seat, his expectations soaring to ecstatic heights.

"Haha, don’t worry yourself, brother. I’m not the type of petty man who goes around showing off my personal property to random strangers. Since you happen to be Sylph’s legal husband, I’ll graciously allow you to keep the recording as your own personal... viewing material," Quinn offered with a mocking generosity.

"....thank you," Brian let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief. At least his worst fear—having his wife passed around like common property to countless strangers—was off the table. He was more than content to be the sole cuckolded spectator of Quinn’s conquests.

’What the actual fuck is wrong with this guy? Does he genuinely get off on watching his wife get shared?’ Quinn thought with a flicker of pure disgust. Honestly, wanting to hand your wife over to other men had to be the most pathetic, broken mindset a husband could possess.

Still, since Quinn could clearly read every stray, degraded thought echoing in the man’s head, he decided to indulge him.

’Well, if this absolute weirdo is practically begging for a gangbang cuckold scenario, I suppose I shouldn’t disappoint him... but first, let me thoroughly enjoy this solo pounding all to myself.’

"Pull out the orb, brother—we’re about to put on a real show."