Chapter 265
The room light turned on, and as usual, Katniss handed me my shoes, took the briefcase from my hand, and I went straight back to the bedroom to change clothes.
During this process, my nose sniffed quietly, trying to detect any lingering scent of sex in the room. If Nathan and Katniss had sex, there would definitely be a smell of semen in the room. The smell of male semen is very distinct, somewhat fishy, and it lingers for a long time. However, I did not detect any suspicious odors.
After changing clothes and coming out of the bedroom, the table was already set with food, indicating that Katniss had kept the food warm in the pot for me.
I washed my hands in the bathroom, and during the handwashing process, I noticed the cups on the shelf above the sink. Originally mundane household items, after reading the letter Katniss wrote to me, they seemed to have taken on a new significance in my eyes, becoming a key to Katniss and Nathan's sexual activities in the future.
At this moment, the handles of these two cups were facing the same direction. When their handles separate in opposite directions, it would be the time when Nathan and Katniss engage in sexual activity.
"Honey, why are you home so late? I didn't want to disturb you while you were working late, so I didn't call you again."
I started eating after washing my hands, and Katniss sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand, looking at me and asking, "The workload these days really has no estimated amount of preparation. Sometimes just as I finish one task, I realize there's another one waiting. It might be like this in the future."
With food in my mouth, I replied, "Working late is really tiring. After reading today's letters, my mood improved a lot. So, I have an appetite for dinner."
After hearing my response, Katniss agreed quietly and fell silent. She kept watching me eat, hesitating to speak several times. She had something to say to me, probably related to the letter, but she didn't say anything until I finished eating.
After finishing the meal, Katniss started clearing the table, and I went straight back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed, listening to the sounds outside, lost in thought.
Katniss had made her attitude clear in her mind, but would she follow the agreement in the letter? If Katniss turned the cups, and I turned them back to their original positions to indicate disagreement, would Katniss secretly have sex with Nathan behind my back?
I decided to test Katniss.
After Katniss finished cleaning up, she returned to the bedroom, still a bit hesitant to face me.
Her uneasiness should be related to the letter. There shouldn't have been anything happening between her and Nathan at home during the day, but she was a bit nervous by this time, probably overthinking what happened last night, which turned out to be nothing.
How should I test Katniss? Should I even test her?
"I'll be working late again tomorrow night, so you don't have to wait for me to have dinner."
After much thought, I decided to conduct a test. Katniss was unaware of the presence of cameras, so I could carry out the test without her knowing.
After reading Katniss's letter, although I felt much better, there was still a lingering doubt in my mind. Let's just satisfy my curiosity.
Katniss faintly agreed. She was already a bit uneasy, and her expression became even more complicated after hearing my words. Since I agreed to Katniss and Nathan having a sexual relationship, working late seemed to have become a code for them to have sex. However, after Katniss wrote that letter, the code changed to the cups.
Imagine, by tomorrow night, it would have been two days since Katniss and Nathan had sex. It was about time. Katniss's physical limit should be around three days.
As I closed my eyes to sleep, I noticed that Katniss was not asleep beside me because her breathing was not steady. I didn't know if it was due to nervousness or a sudden urge for sex.
"Are you asleep? Honey."
After holding back for a long time, Katniss finally spoke to me. Her doubts were unresolved, and she couldn't fall asleep tonight.
"What's wrong?"
I opened my eyes and replied.
"Honey, are you angry after reading the letter?"
Katniss asked a bit timidly, confirming my suspicions.
"Why would I be angry?"
I turned to look at Katniss and asked.
"Because, because I lied to you, and..."
Avoiding my gaze, Katniss spoke hesitantly and fearfully.
"I understand. If it were me, I wouldn't have told the truth at that time either. You telling me the truth afterwards is enough."
I hugged Katniss, who used to snuggle into my arms when we slept, but tonight she didn't dare. So, I took the initiative to pull her into my arms.
"Do you think I've become bad?"
Katniss asked, leaning on my shoulder. My arm could feel Katniss's full chest and the strong heartbeat inside the soft part.
Katniss was asking me if she had gone too far with Nathan, like oral sex. Although Katniss thought I couldn't see through the surveillance, I saw everything that night on the island.
"Sex should be like this. Since I agreed to your relationship with Nathan, I won't interfere too much. As long as you're happy, your well-being comes first. And as I said, you set the boundaries yourself, and I won't inquire. I can't see anything anyway."
As I finished speaking, I couldn't help but tease Katniss.
"Stop it."
My teasing earned me a light tap on the shoulder from Katniss, and her embarrassment seemed to dissipate a bit with my teasing.
"Honey, do you think I've turned bad?"
After the teasing, Katniss couldn't help but lean closer to me, and finally, with a touch of sadness, she murmured, "No, just keep your original intention."
"Keep the original intention," a short sentence that contained so much meaning, and Katniss, being smart, immediately understood.
"I will," Katniss softly replied, and the room fell back into silence.
Feeling emotionally stirred up, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. However, due to exhaustion, I had no desire to get an erection, even though the softness of Katniss's chest was stimulating me.
Katniss's breathing gradually became steady, indicating that she was getting ready to sleep. But as a husband, I rarely enjoyed Katniss's body. At least, the number of times I made love to Katniss couldn't be fewer than Nathan's. Although I couldn't match Nathan's endurance, I had to surpass him in the number of times I made love to Katniss. Perhaps this was the only area where I could outdo Nathan.
Despite my efforts, my penis didn't get erect, and unconsciously, I started to imagine scenes of Nathan and Katniss making love. Especially recalling the scene from a few nights ago when Katniss was being penetrated by Nathan, and the floor was covered in bodily fluids. My penis slowly started to get erect, which initially felt bitter and jealous, but after calming down, my inner desire for a lustful wife resurfaced, stimulating my emotions. I kept thinking about that scene, Katniss's moans, Nathan's coercion, Katniss's forced compliance, and the brief conquest. After recalling all these scenes, my penis finally fully erected. I turned around and pressed down on Katniss, catching her off guard and eliciting a soft gasp from her. She was almost asleep, but upon sensing my intentions, she fervently responded.
We gradually removed our clothes, and when we were both naked, I entered Katniss's body. It was still wet and hot, but not as tight as before. Katniss's vagina had expanded to accommodate Nathan's size, so for my penis, Katniss's vaginal capacity had increased. My penis couldn't fill her completely.
Thinking about these bitter feelings, my penis showed signs of softening. I was anxious and flustered because my penis softened even before starting the thrusting.
Katniss noticed and thought I might be physically exhausted or for some other reason. She quickly got up and removed my penis from her vagina.
I lay back on the bed, and while my penis was still softening, everything seemed salvageable. Katniss, without caring that my penis was still covered in her love juices, took it into her mouth. Using the oral skills she had learned from Nathan, Katniss began to service me. Her oral skills were truly remarkable, and with her expertise combined with the normal functioning of my body, my penis re-erected. After she released my penis, Katniss straddled me and engulfed my penis with her hot vagina.
Perhaps learning from the previous experience where my penis slipped out due to unfamiliarity, Katniss moved slightly and quickly on top of me, showcasing her sensual and full buttocks. However, her movements were much gentler compared to when she was with Nathan. Unfortunately, my penis wasn't as long as Nathan's.
As Katniss moved and moaned, her moans were a bit loud, seemingly disregarding the fact that Nathan was next door. She moaned freely.
As I felt Katniss's service and carefully listened to her moans, perhaps her sexual desire was truly rising, or maybe she was pretending too well. I didn't hear any reluctance or falseness in her moans.
With our relentless efforts, we finally reached a climax. This time, I lasted quite long, about twenty minutes. It wasn't that I had become more enduring, but I had a moment of softness in between, and Katniss brought me back with oral sex. This delay took up some time, so when I ejaculated, it was already over twenty minutes.
When I ejaculated, Katniss's face was still flushed. Although she didn't show it and was trying to suppress it, I knew she was far from reaching climax.
In our lovemaking, while I felt satisfied, Katniss felt uncomfortable because her desire was aroused but not fulfilled. She was unable to satisfy herself.
"You didn't climax yet, honey. Am I useless?"
In the past, when I noticed Katniss didn't climax, I held back from asking, but this time I finally asked. I knew I couldn't satisfy Katniss. In the past, I didn't ask to protect my own self-esteem. Katniss was honest with me in the letter, so I decided to be honest in return.
"No, honey, to be honest, Nathan lasts longer than you, but making love with Nathan is physically comfortable, while making love with you is emotionally comforting. The feeling with you is still the best, both during and after the process."
Katniss's words were mostly to comfort me, and perhaps only the emotional comfort was true. Although I knew Katniss was lying, I didn't expose her. After all, it was a well-intentioned lie, and she definitely couldn't say that making love with Nathan was the most comfortable.
Which is more important, emotional comfort or physical comfort? I couldn't help but ponder.
I slept until dawn, and when I woke up, Katniss was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, thinking about Katniss's letter. Without washing my hands, I looked at the pair of toothbrush cups and noticed they had been moved. The handles were now in opposite directions, clearly indicating that Katniss had moved them, hinting at whether I could have a relationship with Nathan while working late tonight.
I was caught in contemplation, with the water flowing in the sink, and without washing my hands, I wondered what choice I should make. Should I brush my teeth and return the cups to their original positions or leave them as they were?
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