Chapter 134 Pretending to Sleep
Within less than an hour, ejaculating twice in a row is already a man's limit. At this moment, I feel like my vas deferens is extending all the way to the urethral opening, that line is faintly painful, and I have already exceeded the body's load in a short period of time.
I lay weakly on the bed, closing my eyes to recover my strength. Katniss rolls off me and then wipes her vagina with a wet wipe. The amount of the second ejaculation is less, and after a few simple wipes, she finishes cleaning up.
"Honey, how come you finished so quickly both times?" Katniss kneels beside me, unable to help but ask somewhat sadly.
"Wife, it's not quick anymore. Tonight you were so wild, yet I was still fast. It would be strange if I wasn't fast with your craziness and speed tonight." I couldn't help but shake my head with a wry smile.
"Can I play with my wife one more time tonight?" Katniss uses both hands to caress my legs back and forth, her voice magnetic and teasing.
"Tonight has reached its limit, wife. How about we continue another day? Husband is tired, going to sleep now." I reach out to massage Katniss's buttocks, which look very perky as she is kneeling.
Katniss pouts, and I close my eyes to continue resting. However, it seems that Katniss is still not satisfied. After fidgeting for a while, she stimulates my penis again, looking very eager. I believe the recent lovemaking must have aroused her, but not satisfied, she now feels very empty.
But my body has reached its limit, the sexual enhancer has lost its effect, and I feel drained. I let Katniss manipulate and stimulate me as she pleases, my penis can no longer erect, and I don't want it to. Another round would really be the end of me.
After stimulating for a while and realizing I can't get erect again, Katniss lets out a subtle sigh. Although my eyes are closed, I can feel Katniss's disappointment and reluctance.
Before long, I feel my penis cooling down, knowing that Katniss has started to clean it with a wet wipe. After cleaning up, Katniss lies down beside me, but she can't sleep peacefully, her breathing uneven. Although my eyes are closed, I can tell from the bed's movements that Katniss sits up countless times.
At this moment, I have lost the concept of time. I don't know how long has passed when I feel Katniss starting to stimulate my penis again, thinking that if she persists a little longer, I might be able to get erect again. But at this moment, I have truly lost interest, feeling tired and devoid of energy and desire. My penis can't erect without the vitality, and I don't want it to. After a while of stimulation, Katniss has to give up again.
"Honey, honey." Katniss gently pushes me and whispers softly in my ear. But I am too tired at this moment, so I pretend to continue sleeping. I don't want Katniss to harass me again, so I keep my eyes closed despite her nudging.
"Honey, wake up, can you help me out?" Katniss continues to push me, her voice urgent. I understand what she means by help, it's just to assist her with oral sex and masturbation to help her relieve some tension. Normally, these are things I do voluntarily during foreplay, but now Katniss is actively requesting them, showing how strong her desires are tonight.
Katniss keeps pushing me for a long time, but I remain as if asleep, letting her massage me without waking up. Even when she pulls my leg hair, I resist the urge to open my eyes. Finally, Katniss gives up. Perhaps she thinks I really fell asleep, letting out an unrestrained heavy sigh.
Seeing Katniss finally giving up, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I never expected that as a grown man, I would be scared by Katniss tonight, even being coerced by her. Tonight, I finally managed to escape quietly and prepare to sleep. Drifting off to sleep with the help of alcohol, just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly feel a slight tremor in the mattress. Is it an earthquake?
Without thinking much, I instantly open my eyes. Since I am facing the bed, I see Katniss sleeping in it. She is lying on her back, her nightgown pulled up to her waist, and her panties pulled down to her thighs.
Katniss is naked from the waist down, with her hands in different places. One hand is on her breast, gently massaging it, while the other hand is on her lower body, continuously pleasuring herself. Perhaps this time is different from before, Katniss must have inserted her fingers into her vagina because I hear that sticky sound of her fingers rubbing against her vaginal opening.
Why is Katniss so eager tonight? She has been drunk before, so could it be because of Nathan? Katniss is at an age where sexual desire is easily aroused, coupled with Nathan's powerful sexual prowess, her libido is getting stronger. I don't find it strange at all, but her unusually strong desire tonight is a bit abnormal.
It's not an earthquake, but Katniss masturbating. While she hasn't noticed yet, I quickly close my eyes. After a few minutes of the bed shaking, it gradually stops.
Another sigh is heard. A person's fingers can never compare to a man's penis. Even my penis couldn't satisfy her sexual desire tonight, so she had to resort to pleasuring herself with her fingers, the result is self-evident.
After enduring for a while, I feel a heavy tremor in the bed. I hear Katniss getting up beside me, then slowly walking off the bed, putting on slippers, and leaving the bedroom, followed by the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing.
At this moment, I was tormented by Katniss's self-pleasure and couldn't fall asleep. I opened my eyes, looking at the charming moonlight outside the window. The alcohol in my mind had not dissipated yet, and tonight was destined to be an unusual night.
The sound of water came from the bathroom. It turned out that after getting up, Katniss actually took a shower in the bathroom. I think Katniss must be using cold water at this moment, only cold water can extinguish her desire, lower her rising body temperature, and help her sober up a bit. After about ten minutes, the sound of water stopped. I quickly closed my eyes, just in case Katniss caught me not sleeping. However, after the water stopped for a while, I didn't hear Katniss coming out of the bathroom.
What's happening? Could it be that Katniss fell asleep in the bathroom? After waiting for a while, I found the bathroom quiet. Katniss should have come out after finishing her shower by now. Worried about Katniss, I couldn't pretend to sleep anymore. I got up to go to the bathroom to see what was going on. But as soon as I got up, the sound of water in the bathroom started again. I paused my movement. Strange, why is everything so unusual tonight? I shook my head, feeling like everything tonight was like a dream.
The water sound indicated that Katniss was fine, so I turned back and lay down on the bed again. I decided to forget about it and try to sleep. However, I couldn't fall asleep, feeling like something was going to happen tonight. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I might miss something special and unforgettable tonight.
After a while, the water in the bathroom stopped again. Shortly after the water stopped, I heard someone coming out. Soon after, the bedroom door opened, and Katniss walked in wearing slippers. By listening, I knew Katniss was drying her hair, her breath slightly hurried, probably from the exhaustion of the shower or other reasons. After a short while, Katniss should have finished drying her hair and body. She began to prepare to get into bed, but as soon as she climbed onto the bed, her movements stopped. Even lying on the outer edge of the bed, I could clearly sense everything.
After pausing for half a minute, Katniss pushed me again, calling me "husband" non-stop. Tonight, she was unwilling to give up, and I had to continue pretending to sleep because I was truly exhausted. This time, Katniss didn't plan to let me off easily. Her pushing became stronger, and eventually, she pulled my hands, lifting my upper body off the bed. I remained unresponsive, as if in a deep sleep. Finally, Katniss sat me up on the bed, shaking my head by holding my shoulders. I made a few sounds in compliance but had no other reaction.
In the end, Katniss gently laid me back down on the bed. Tonight, Katniss persistently tried to wake me up multiple times, but I continued to ignore her. Was it really because I was too exhausted? At this moment, I carefully felt my inner self, constantly questioning myself.
I realized that besides being physically exhausted, there was also a hidden expectation in my heart. Katniss had promised herself to cut ties with Nathan, and I decided to let things take their course, no longer pushing. I couldn't understand my own feelings. At this moment, I vaguely felt the conflicting and stimulating sensation of longing and infatuation. I knew that tonight, unconsciously, I wanted to push Katniss back into Nathan's arms. If Katniss didn't go to Nathan's room tonight, although there would be a hint of disappointment in my heart, all would end well. If Katniss went to Nathan's room tonight, then it was fate.
After laying me down, Katniss stayed quiet by the bed for a few minutes, gently caressing my cheeks with her hands, lost in thought. Finally, I felt a light kiss on my forehead from her, then her hands left my face, and I couldn't sense Katniss's body warmth anymore.
I heard Katniss taking off her slippers, then her footsteps slowly moving towards the bedroom door. The footsteps were light, indicating that Katniss was barefoot. Why was Katniss being so cautious not to make a sound? I already had a premonition of what was about to happen next.
The footsteps paused at the bedroom door for about a minute, then I heard the door being gently opened, followed by another gentle closing, and the footsteps gradually fading away from my bedroom door until they were no longer audible.
Since Katniss was barefoot, I only heard the initial footsteps, now there was no sound at all. Where did Katniss go? I couldn't tell. After waiting for about 2 minutes, I heard a different sound of a door opening, followed by a closing.
Hearing this sound, I instantly opened my eyes, quickly sitting up on the bed. My hands pressed against the bed, my eyes wide open, feeling a mix of excitement and bitterness. The sound of the door wasn't from the bathroom or the front door. I was so familiar with the house that I could even distinguish the sound of each room's door opening and closing, recognizing the subtle differences in each door's sound.
The recent sound of the door opening and closing, both from the sound and the direction it came from, I could confirm that it was the door of Nathan's bedroom. I was very sure.
Tonight, taking advantage of my drunken deep sleep and the perfect opportunity I created, Katniss finally walked into Nathan's room.
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