After Declaring Divorce, My Husband Became Lewd - Side Story (Part 4)

Richmond gradually fell asleep while listening to Richt read a fairy tale, something Isabelle or Sylvia would usually do. However, tonight, Richt took on the role of putting his son to sleep.

Isabelle had peeked into Richmond’s room and, feeling proud, quietly closed the door. She didn’t want to interrupt the father-son time.

It was half an hour later when Richt returned to their bedroom. Isabelle was leaning back against the headboard, reading, and then sat down next to her.  Isabelle bookmarked the page she was reading, placed the book on the side table, and welcomed Richt.

“Richmond likes it when you read to him, doesn’t he?”

“I think so. He didn’t look for you today when we were alone.”

It was the first time Richt had told a bedtime story to Richmond. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried before, it’s just that Richmond had simply refused.

Perhaps taking after his father, like a fool, Richmond always looked for his mother. Even when playing, eating, and even sleeping. That aspect of him had always troubled Richt, but he seemed a bit more relieved now.

“See, I told you, it’s nothing to worry about. It’s just because he is still young. It’s natural for children to seek their mothers more, and because he spends so much more time with me than he does with you.”

Isabelle turned fully toward Richt and prodded.

“What storybooks do you read to him? Did you pick them out? Or did Richmond?”

“The Wolf and the Hunter. I picked it, I just grabbed whatever was on the bookshelf.”

“Oh, that’s Richmond’s favorite.”

Richmond would make a face, not entirely believing the words of his father but showing a desire to find out if there was indeed a sea of that color in a fairy tale.

“Do you want to go and see if it makes sense or not?”

Isabelle was relieved to see that things had improved between them. The worry on Richt’s face was gone. Knowing her husband’s pain, she often felt sorry for him.

“But he says he still likes you better. She says you have five voices or something.”

“Hahaha. Of course. You have to add some acting.”

Laughing out loud, Richt wrapped his arms around Isabelle’s waist and pulled her close, making a suggestion.

“How about we go on vacation?”

“What vacation? Do you want to go somewhere?”

“Yeah. You, me, and Richmond – the three of us. What do you think? The weather is warm, and it seems like the perfect time.”

Richt explained the situation, discussing the plans he made with Richmond to go to the beach. While it was an agreeable plan, Isabelle pretended not to like it, intending to take advantage of the opportunity to get what she wanted.

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Not interested?”

Richt carefully probed Isabelle’s intentions. It was an unexpected attitude, as he thought she would naturally like the idea. Isabelle had mentioned wanting to visit the Island before, and it had always bothered him that he hadn’t been able to fulfill that promise.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…….”

“But?”

“You’re not giving me what I want either.”

“……Huh?”

Isabelle withdrew from Richt’s arm encircling her waist, wearing a sour expression. Richt, now understanding what his wife was saying, looked awkward. It was about having a second child.

“……I told you, Isabelle. All I need is you and Richmond.”

Richt’s gaze sank into Isabelle’s, his deep, dark eyes reflecting the unquestionable love he had for his wife and son. Isabelle knew her husband’s sincerity, but it still felt a bit bitter.

In fact, their disagreement over having a second child had been going on for about a year.

Having watched Isabelle give birth and recover, Richt didn’t want her body to suffer, and he felt that one child, Richmond, was enough. Rather than having several children, he wanted to give his complete love to Richmond.

Isabelle, on the other hand, felt differently. Contrary to Richt’s fears, her body was healthy, and she had dreams of having more children and building a large family. But Richt didn’t want a second pregnancy.

“Then, I won’t do it anymore.”

“What?”

“Sleeping with you.”

Isabelle exercised her right to refuse by leaning back against the headboard. Richt, expecting Isabelle’s usual refusal, gave her a long, expectant look and an odd smile. Sometimes, when Isabelle pretended to be upset, Richt would expertly prod his wife’s body into ar*usal.

He had gotten so good at it that Isabelle’s refusals were practically useless. Richt knew that it would be the same today.

“Are you sure?”

He whispered softly, leaning in close to his wife’s side, and slowly ran his tongue over her earlobe. Isabelle tried not to react, but her shoulders twitched involuntarily. His tongue, tingling gently, sucked on her earlobe without causing any pain.

“Still, it’s useless…”

She tried to push Richt’s chest away, but her hand was caught and her lips were immediately consumed. The invading tongue explored her mouth intensely, carrying with it a desire deeply entwined.

As if her husband’s saliva had some strange power over her, Isabelle’s body slumped, and her back came to rest against the sheets.

“Oh, so sweet, Isabelle.”

When Richt parted their lips, a thin thread stretched between them, and he hastily undressed Isabelle, grabbing at her heaving br*asts.

As he tightly held her br*asts in his large hands, her lower abdomen tightened instantly, and the inside of her thighs constricted. The more she made love to her husband, the more sensitive her body became, easily succumbing to pl*asure.

Richt greedily caressed her crimson br*asts, savoring his wife’s reactions. Her body always invoked lustful desires. As he gazed at her white, n*ked body, Richt took one of her erect n*pples into his mouth.

The excited bud hardened pleasingly under the attention. Richt relentlessly attacked the peak, biting and rolling it over and over again in his mouth. The rounded n*pple was soon tinged with saliva. Isabelle twisted her waist in response to each stimulation.

“Hmph.”

As a reddish mark spread around her right n*pple, Richt moved to the left, sucking it in the same manner. W*t sounds echoed in the bedroom.

Richt slipped his hands below Isabelle’s waist and vigorously kneaded her a$s. The plump flesh yielded to his strong hands, leaving imprints on the tender skin.

Isabelle sobbed as her body heated up, and she begged for more; it wasn’t enough.

“Hmm, more…….”

Isabelle’s body opened without resistance as Richt burrowed between her legs. He nibbled at her br*asts and moved one hand to her gr*in, probing her intimate parts.

His favorite moment was when Isabelle was beneath him, writhing and begging for pl*asure. If he waited a little longer, she would moan and plead with delight.

“Huh, deeper…”

“Where? Here?”

Richt grinned and moved the hand that had been cupping her gr*in to the inside of her thigh. His slick hand traced the protruding mound and the bush growing above it.

The slender hand avoided her exquisitely cleft p*ssy, stroking only the area around it. It drove Isabelle crazy that he hadn’t caressed any of the places she wanted to be touched.

“Ah, not there…”

“You have to tell me where.”

“Hmph, quickly…….”

“Do you want it that badly?”

Though his ar*usal was evident, Richt asked leisurely, and when she realized he was being condescending, she pushed his pecs out of the way and pushed his upper body up.

Then she reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out a p*nis the size of a forearm. His c*ck, wobbling, had veins protruding all over it.

Isabelle wrapped her entire palm around the sh*ft and stroked it up and down with light pressure. Every time the taut skin stretched, the gl*ns disappeared, only to reappear.

The sight of his wife sitting with her legs spread wide open, revealing her private parts and fondling his p*nis, was insanely erotic and provocative, and Richt let out a moan he’d been holding back.

“Haah, Isabelle.”

She rubbed her thumb over the gl*ns, already oozing with pre-c*m, and scratched the sh*ft with her nail. Then Richt winced and made a face.

“Haah, are you trying to kill me?”

Isabelle quickly rolled Richt onto his back and climbed on top of him. She teased the slimy slit of her p*ssy with his c*ck and rubbed it back and forth. It wasn’t a full-blown penetration, just the rubbing of their intimate parts against each other, but it made them both whimper and move their hips together.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm, Isabelle.”

Richt couldn’t take his eyes off Isabelle, who was more aggressive and suggestive than ever. He wanted to be inside her right now, and apparently, Isabelle felt the same way, as she released the rubbing junction and aligned the gl*ns with her v*ginal entrance.

When the slippery fl*id prevented the sh*ft from sliding in at once, Richt took hold of his p*nis and took aim. Feeling the thick flesh, Isabelle lowered herself slowly, already feeling a deep pl*asure in her lower abdomen.

Isabelle struggled to get the huge p*nis in easily. She thought she had inserted it deep enough, but it wasn’t even halfway in.

As certain areas of her v*ginal lining became more stimulated, Isabelle’s body went with the flow. The lustful way she rocked her hips in a trance in pursuit of her desire drove Richt crazy.   

To make sure she was comfortable and could cl*max as she pleased, Richt supported Isabelle’s waist with one hand and gently rolled her cl*toris with the other. Isabelle’s hips bucked and her movements quickened.

“Hmph, hmph.”

As the coupling parts made rhythmic sounds, more and more fl*id flowed out, thoroughly lubricating Richt’s c*ck. The sensation of the flesh coming and going was dizzying.

In no time, Isabelle, who reached cl*max, collapsed onto Richt’s body. Her br*asts crushed against his strong pectoral muscles, and the vibrations of her ragged breathing were palpable.

Richt patted her w*t back before rolling her body to climb on top of her.

Their positions reversed again. As he settled between her thighs, Isabelle, holding Richt’s arms weakly, expressed her exhaustion.

“Hmph, I’m tired.”

“Ha! I haven’t even reached my cl*max. Where are you trying to escape?”

Even though Isabelle complained of fatigue, Richt found her reaction amusing. He swallowed the impulse to swallow her up, captivated by her excessively lovable appearance.

“Well, then, just once.”

“After teasing me so much?”

Richt grabbed both of Isabelle’s knees and spread her legs wide. Her slimy juices bubbled loosely from the friction, making her body hair and p*ssy look all the more obsc*ne.

And after another round, her v*gina twitched, tempting Richt. With the desire for cl*max swelling in his engorged organ, he had no time to waste.

Isabelle gripped his shoulders tightly and moaned at the urgent intrusion.

“Hmph.”

“Haah. You’re too beautiful and lewd.”

She tightly pulled and squeezed his c*ck, feeling its firmness.  Richt thrust up quickly, feeling the hot, narrow inner walls. His c*ck’s movement in and out of the slippery interior was unrelenting.

“Hmm, it feels like my c*ck… will melt.”

“Hmm, huh.”

Feeling the tingling sensation in her lower abdomen, Isabelle tilted her head backward. Richt licked her moistened white neck, swaying his waist rhythmically. It slid in and out, making a sticky sound as it went.

The sound, combined with Isabelle’s moans created an exquisite harmony, intensifying his excitement. Richt picked up his pace, thrusting downward hard. Her stretched-out opening eagerly accepted his c*ck.

“Hmm, ah, you’re… too big.”

“Haah, do you like your husband’s big c*ck?”

“Ah, hmm, yes… more.. harder…”

Her inner thoughts burst out along with her moans.

There was a time when Richt’s size had once been too big for her and made it uncomfortable, but now she wasn’t satisfied unless he gave her a hard thrust that made her body feel like she was going to split. She enjoyed the vigorous and tingling sensations as he pressed harder and faster.

Richt continued his rapid hip movements. Isabelle, sensing his impending cl*max, wrapped her legs around his waist, preventing him from pulling out.

“Huh, Isabelle, ease up a bit.”

Her expectations were correct, and Richt’s voice became hoarse and low. He stopped c*mming inside Isabelle at some point and ej*culated on her stomach and chest. Then he rubbed it in a wide sweep as if marking territory, leaving her body covered in c*m.

“Ahhhh, no.”

As Isabelle no longer wanted contraception, she clenched her v*gina tightly against his gr*in. Richt grimaced in pain as he drew in a ragged breath, then collapsed on top of her with a gurgling spurt of c*m.

“Ugh, Isabelle.”

“Don’t say anything, it’s a blessing for a couple to make love, for a husband to ej*culate inside his wife’s body, and for a child to come because of it, why would you try to artificially go against that?”

With her legs still wrapped around him, Isabelle spoke with a charming face.

“Besides, I like it when your s*men fills me up. So, please fill me up in the future too.”

Richt laughed in disbelief. It was usually Richt, not Isabelle, who said lewd things during s*x. Although they had been intimate for a long time, he hadn’t expected her to say something so outrageous.

Richt had triggered a switch inside her.

A strange rush of excitement swept through his entire body, and his c*ck, buried in the dampness, sprang to life again.  Isabelle, feeling a distinct twitch, made a puzzled expression.

“…Already?”

“Why, you asked me to fill you up, didn’t you?”

The corners of Richt’s mouth turned upward.

“Well, I meant… I mean….”

Isabelle’s red lips twitched as she spoke as if she regretted her words. Richt watched his wife’s behavior in silence.

Isabelle loved having s*x with him, but her stamina was always weak. Her body was sensitive and she cl*maxed much faster than he did, and once she did, she was quickly exhausted.

Isabelle, always making various excuses, had hoped for just one time, but Richt couldn’t leave it at that. It was time to get used to it. Isabelle’s red lips parted once more as she mentally chose a plausible explanation.

Oh, what shall I do with this lovely woman?

How pretty her flushed cheeks and blinking eyes are, how erotic her sweaty, glistening skin is, how sweet her scent is.

“It doesn’t have to be today, there’s tomorrow, there’s the day after tomorrow. We have all the time in the world…….”

Ah, this won’t do.

For tonight, I’ll just have to devour her as she is.

Richt sealed her lips to prevent her from saying anything. There was a brief twitch of resistance, but it soon subsided.