Chapter 220
After dinner, Sophia finished cleaning up the house and left with Michael. Katniss's current state is getting better, but it's unclear whether she's pretending or it's genuine. She appears more cheerful now, and her mood is improving. After tidying up everything, I sat in the living room watching TV. I was lying on the sofa with my upper body, and my feet propped up on the coffee table. It was not a flattering position, but it was comfortable. Today, I've been masking my emotions. Although Michael and Sophia noticed something off about my mood, they didn't inquire too much, just showing occasional concern.
I glanced at Katniss, who was washing her hair, but her eyes would unintentionally drift towards me, revealing a deep affection. Katniss now needs to see me to feel at ease. If her gaze suddenly loses me, she becomes restless. After finishing her grooming, Katniss headed towards the bedroom, stealing a glance at me on the way. Since Katniss was discharged from the hospital after recovering from her illness, she has been casting glances at me. Initially, I thought it was affection, but after Katniss was diagnosed with nymphomania today, I realized that her looks towards me contained desire, mingled with greed and attachment.
After watching TV for a while, I checked the time and turned off the TV. Honestly, I had been thinking about something the whole time, so I didn't really pay attention to what was on TV. I went into the bedroom, where Katniss was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her uneven breathing indicating she wasn't asleep. I turned off the bedroom light, got into bed, and lay down next to Katniss. The familiar room, the familiar scent – it had been a while since Katniss and I had lain together like this. Initially, I had thought about teasing Katniss a bit to see her physical response, but I changed my mind and just lay there, trying to regulate my breathing to feign falling asleep slowly.
After some time, I felt Katniss's breathing becoming more rapid, and she started shifting in bed. According to the doctor, aside from being triggered by the presence of the opposite sex, nymphomania can also intensify as night approaches, making it hard to control desires when the opposite sex is nearby. I could sense Katniss's condition aligning with what the doctor had described. Although the doctor had diagnosed her, I still hoped for a miracle, wishing it was a misdiagnosis. However, the initial tests had already triggered this response.
Suddenly, Katniss turned over, inadvertently placing her hand on my chest. Tonight was the first time we had both taken off our outer clothes to sleep since Katniss was discharged. I had intentionally kept some distance from Katniss while lying in bed. It seemed that Katniss's nymphomania had resurfaced after her recovery, but it wasn't severe. With the various medications during her hospitalization, her nymphomania had been overlooked, gradually worsening. Perhaps she hadn't paid much attention to it before. When I held her last night, it was the first time she had such intimate contact with the opposite sex after waking up, and her nymphomania was inadvertently ignited by me for the first time. Once ignited, nymphomania, like drug addiction, becomes insatiable, requiring sexual satisfaction; otherwise, restlessness and depression set in. When I suspected Katniss might have nymphomania, I had considered confining her at home. However, if her nymphomania escalated into depression or mania and led to another suicide, how could I explain it to myself, Michael, and Sophia? So, I had to take it one step at a time.
Honestly, I rarely feel sexual desire myself now, perhaps due to my past illness not being completely cured, coupled with the stimulation from Nathan and Katniss on the deserted island. It had been a long time since I had engaged in sexual activity, even self-pleasure. Initially, I had thought about making love to Katniss, but despite forgiving her in my heart and still loving her, there was still a shadow lingering. Seeing Katniss lacking much desire, maybe due to aesthetic fatigue, I could only console myself in this way.
While I was contemplating, Katniss's hand, resting on me, began to gently stroke my chest. Even through our clothes, I could feel her warm and slightly damp palm, as if she had been sweating. Katniss softly caressed my chest, her breathing growing more rapid. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that opening them might startle her, as she seemed afraid of me now.
Gradually, Katniss's hand moved downwards, eventually reaching my genitals, lightly caressing them through my sleepwear. She was very familiar with this part of me, but when her hand touched my genitals, it trembled slightly. After waking up with nymphomania, this was the first time she had touched a man's genitals since falling ill. As Katniss touched me, she let out a soft moan, light but full of desire.
I discreetly squinted my eyes, trying to keep them barely open, and saw Katniss with one hand on my genitals and the other hand inside her sleepwear, massaging her still ample breasts that hadn't diminished due to weight loss. Katniss had her eyes half-closed, a look of ecstasy on her face, lightly biting her lip, exhaling increasingly hot breaths. As I stole glances at Katniss, she slowly began to open her eyes, and I quickly shut mine. After caressing for a while, Katniss let out a sigh. Yesterday, her desire and climax were mainly due to the long absence of sexual activity. After experiencing climax yesterday, her pent-up nymphomania was relieved a bit. Today, self-pleasure and caressing seemed insufficient to bring her to climax, but her sexual desire was only growing stronger.
At this moment, Katniss suddenly withdrew her hand, and there was silence beside me. Just when I thought the night was about to end, I suddenly felt the buttons of my sleepwear being undone. My chest felt a cool breeze as the sleepwear was unbuttoned and parted to the sides. Then I sensed my sleep pants and underwear being removed, very gently, without any hesitation. I guess Katniss had nothing to worry about now; she was making love with her ex-husband, not having an affair. Why did I need to sneak around? Earlier, Katniss seemed a bit hesitant, but as her sexual desire grew, she no longer cared about being timid. It wasn't a big deal after all.
After Katniss removed my sleep pants and underwear, she leaned over me and kissed my lips. The situation was so sudden that I couldn't help but open my eyes. What I saw were a pair of eyes full of desire and confusion. When Katniss noticed my open eyes, she seemed to have anticipated it, showing a hint of panic in her eyes before returning to a state of desire.
"Honey, let me serve you well, okay? Don't move, let me take care of you." Katniss moved her mouth away from my lips and whispered softly in my ear. At this moment, I realized that Katniss had truly changed. In the past, Katniss was lewd but not seductive. Now, perhaps due to nymphomania, the current Katniss exuded a wild charm, her voice sultry, as if possessed by a devil. Suddenly, she seemed somewhat enchanting. The lustful gaze from earlier, combined with the dreamy tone now, unexpectedly aroused a hint of desire in me, a rare feeling for me in this moment.
Feeling my silence and lack of refusal, Katniss moved her head and kissed my forehead, then used her tongue to playfully lick my forehead, eyes, nose, lips, ears, neck, and collarbone. When Katniss reached my nipple while kissing and licking, I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. It was truly the first time, Katniss's kissing technique seemed to have improved significantly. If it weren't for modern times, I would have doubted if Katniss had been possessed by someone or if she had been replaced. This kind of tongue work and kissing technique was something the old Katniss didn't possess. No wonder they say that if your wife develops nymphomania, men will suffer and enjoy it. When I first read about it, I scoffed, but now I finally understood where the pleasure came from.
As Katniss moaned seductively and clingingly while kissing and licking, her mouth reached my penis, which had already become erect from the stimulation. Katniss grasped my penis with her hand, and with my eyes closed, I enjoyed the sensation. Katniss lowered her head, and I didn't see her expression when she saw my small penis, perhaps a mix of nostalgia and disappointment.
Katniss suddenly enveloped my penis with her lips, causing a sensation of being pulled in. It was evident that Katniss was sucking with great force, while her tongue flicked over my glans. Katniss might have known about this kind of oral sex before, being an adult who had seen and experienced various things. However, she had never tried it before, not even with Nathan. Now, the post-illness Katniss was using it on me. Katniss was giving me oral sex between my legs, and I felt a cool liquid on my instep. I opened my eyes slightly and saw Katniss's crotch above my foot. By now, Katniss had removed her underwear, wearing only a loosely draped nightgown. I could guess that the liquid was the secretion from Katniss's vagina, already flowing out before the sexual act had even begun. Her desire was clearly very high.
Even in the past, Katniss rarely took the initiative in our sexual encounters. Today, Katniss once again brought a sense of novelty, as if it were our first time making love. I didn't want to take the lead today; I wanted Katniss to be in control. In my eyes, Katniss seemed to be possessed by a demon or an enchantress, and I was like a servant waiting for her to taste. The enchantress in front of me seemed determined to exhaust me completely before stopping.
"Honey, does it feel good?" Just as I was envisioning Katniss as a dominant enchantress, her sweet and seductive voice shattered that image. No, Katniss should be a queen or a concubine, and I should be an emperor. I was now enjoying the treatment of an emperor.
"Feels good." I didn't say much, just a simple word, but it seemed to be the best reward. Katniss was overjoyed to hear it, as if she would be twice as happy if I was happy by 50%.
"Honey, I want you." Katniss slowly climbed on top of me, her face meeting mine, her voice carrying a hint of pleading and allure.
"We don't need a condom tonight." It was only then that I remembered, not to dampen the mood, but I had to bring up this practical issue. Katniss and I had never used condoms because she had an IUD after giving birth to Simon. However, she had removed the IUD before the island, so wasn't it dangerous for us to engage in unprotected sex now? If she got pregnant, we definitely couldn't keep the child, considering Katniss's body hadn't fully recovered, with hormonal imbalances.
"Even if we had a condom tonight, we wouldn't use it." Katniss lay beside me and said this in a sweet tone, followed by the sensation of my warm, slippery penis being engulfed by something. There were no signs beforehand, and Katniss didn't even use her hands to guide it. Thanks to my erect penis, Katniss managed to capture it directly with her vagina, swallowing it in one go.
As Katniss moaned, I also let out a moan. Everything at that moment felt like a coincidence, making me feel that my delicate wife had truly transformed into a seductive enchantress.
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