Side Story 3

Helen felt a hand trying to lift her skirt under the elegant dining table. Startled, she tried to stop it, but the persistent hand slithered in like a snake searching for a hiding place in the folds.  

Eventually, Raymond succeeded in lifting the dress, and his hand touched her soft bare thigh just as Adora spoke to Helen.  

“Helen? Are you drunk? Your face is so red.”  

“Ah, well.”  

Helen bit her lower lip and pinched the unruly back of Raymond’s hand that kept wandering over her thigh. But it was no use. Even with gloves on, it should have hurt, yet the man sitting beside her looked completely calm. Helen glanced at Raymond’s profile and barely managed to answer.  

“I think I am, a little.”  

She knew why he was acting this way. It was because she’d dragged him to an unwanted gathering.  

Normally, during the social season, she alone would visit Adora’s townhouse, but this dinner was for couples, so Raymond had joined.  

After much persuasion, her husband had finally agreed. As if giving a treat to a stubborn child, she had promised that for one night, he could freely enjoy their time together.  

Perhaps because of that promise, he behaved as a cheerful and polite gentleman throughout the dinner. He chatted amiably with the other two couples invited, and even with Adora, with whom he usually clashed.  

The incident happened just as Helen relaxed in the soft, social atmosphere.  

The hand that had been teasing her waist gradually moved lower, lifting the thin evening dress. Because it was a summer night, she wore only a thin chemise underneath.  

Raymond’s hand slipped under the chemise, ignoring her underwear, and reached a secret place. Helen, her face pale, used all her strength to block his wrist with both hands. Her brown eyes glared at Raymond in secret.  

Annoyingly, while she was flustered and anxious, the culprit remained perfectly calm. Raymond stroked her thigh with one hand and held his wine glass with the other, chatting with the gentlemen as if nothing was happening. Helen was exasperated. Embarrassment, anger, and shame rose to her throat.  

“Oh dear. Should I call for a carriage?”  

As Helen’s complexion grew paler, Adora, unaware of what was happening under the table, asked with concern.  

“I’m sorry, but yes, I think that would be best.”  

Helen nodded urgently at the saving words. Before she could finish speaking, Raymond, who had been absorbed in another conversation, suddenly interrupted.  

“Wouldn’t that be too disappointing, Helen?”  

“…What do you mean?”  

“You said you wanted to come to this dinner for a whole week. So let’s stay a bit longer.”  

He looked every bit the polite gentleman, the doting husband. Helen bit her lower lip at his unbelievable act.  

Just as she was about to retort, the hand she’d barely managed to block brushed over her mound and began to tease between the hills. The secret, thrilling touch sent a strange heat through her.  

Helen gasped, her lips trembling. Raymond, watching her slyly, leaned in.  

“Helen. Do you have something to say?”  

“Please… stop.”  

She wanted to slap him, but there were too many eyes watching. She couldn’t even complain. Her husband was a hopeless pervert. A sly fox. A rake.  

“Are you begging?”  

Raymond narrowed his eyes and replied with a look that said he wouldn’t budge.  

“You sound a bit angry for someone begging. Maybe we should stay a bit longer.”  

His hand hovered near her most sensitive spot, then, savoring the moment, found her small nub. His long, straight index finger rubbed and circled her peak. He knew exactly how and where to touch to excite her. The gentle friction sent warmth fluttering through her lower belly.  

“Please!”  

In the end, Helen surrendered. Clutching her husband’s elbow as he teased her, she pleaded.  

“I’m begging you…”  

“……”  

“I really… don’t feel well…”  

Helen clung to his arm as if desperate, and Raymond smiled silently. Her moist brown eyes looked like those of a hunted fawn. Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips were so provocative, it almost made his front bulge. He withdrew his hand from her now damp underwear and gently helped her up.  

“If my wife says so.”

* * *

“Mm!”  

As soon as the carriage door closed, his hungry lips descended first. Raymond pushed Helen down onto the seat and hungrily devoured her mouth. His kiss was so intense, it felt like he’d reach her throat. With one hand, he tangled her reddish-brown hair. Through the tumbling curls, her heated gaze looked up at him. She was his woman, perfect from head to toe.  

Helen gasped for breath only after their lips parted.  

“Ha… haa.”  

A thread of saliva stretched between their tongues before breaking. Raymond licked his lips as he looked down at Helen, who was panting for air. Then he grabbed her shoulder and waist, sitting her up straight.  

Helen, thinking that was enough, blushed even redder at what happened next.  

“No, stop. I don’t want to! The… the coachman…!”  

The horse whinnied and started running. Inside the jostling carriage, Helen shook her head pleadingly. But her desperate wish was ignored.  

“As long as you don’t make a sound.”  

Raymond smiled and stroked her lips with his finger. Then, like a dog licking up scraps, he ducked under her skirt. Without hesitation, he pulled down her underwear and, before she could even feel exposed, pressed his hot tongue to her most secret place.  

“Ah…!”  

Helen, trying to push his head away, let out a m*an before she realized it. Shocked by her own high-pitched cry, she quickly covered her mouth with one hand.  

His wet tongue licked her mound, then, finding her closed thighs inconvenient, he gripped her pale thigh with his veined hand and placed it over his shoulder. Then, like sucking a candy, he licked and sucked her sensitive bud.  

The more he teased her, the heavier Helen’s breathing grew. It felt like a snake was writhing in her belly. The dizzying sensation rising to her chest made her throw her head back. Her parted inner thighs trembled.  

Her fl*ids dripped onto the dress beneath her, and only then did Raymond lift his lips from her cl*toris. Without giving Helen a moment to catch her breath, he shyly slipped his tongue between her folded petals.  

“Ah… ahh, ah.”  

Her wavering m*ans became his appetizer as his long tongue persistently explored inside her. Her sensitive walls grew wetter, soaking his nose and mouth. Raymond paused to lick the moisture from his lips.  

“Ah… Helen, you taste the best. Would you like to try?”  

He looked ready to feed her her own juices right then. Helen shook her head urgently, pleading in a trembling voice.  

“Ha… ah… you said… you wouldn’t say things like that…”  

“Are you upset? But it’s true. I love your taste the most.”  

“No… no…”  

“You promised to nurse me when you’re pregnant with our second. Did you forget?”  

She’d never made such a promise. Helen, overwhelmed by pleasure and embarrassment, tried to push his head away. She struggled to close her legs and move her body, but it was pointless.  

Raymond, smirking, firmly held her thigh and buried his tongue in her again.  

“Ah… ah… hnn…”  

The heat rising from deep within her belly crashed over her like waves. Helen, gritting her teeth against the relentless pleasure, moaned repeatedly. The wet sounds and her cries grew louder.  

Her grip on his blond hair weakened. When her vision flashed white, Helen stiffened and shuddered briefly.  

“Ah… ahh… ah…!”  

Her cl*max flooded out, soaking Raymond’s forehead and nose. Helen, barely able to keep her eyes open, looked down at the rustling sound.  

“Helen.”  

“……”  

“Are you too embarrassed to look at me?”  

Instead of answering, Helen covered her face with both hands and turned away. Raymond stroked her pale, slender neck with the back of his hand and grabbed her waist.  

Suddenly, Helen found herself flipped over.  

“Ray…!”  

“You said you didn’t want to see my face, right? Then you should lie down.”  

Raymond swiftly pulled down the straps of her evening dress and traced the curve of her spine with his fingertips. Sitting behind his wife, he whispered,  

“I’ll take you like an animal, Darling.”  

“……”  

“Raise your hips.”  

Helen, steadying herself, gripped the sheets with trembling hands and lifted her hips.  

The next moment, she heard the sound of a buckle being undone, and his member plunged deep inside her in one swift thr*st.  

Gasp.  

With a jolt of pain, Helen sucked in a breath. Filled to her deepest point, warmth spread through her belly. She felt like a fish skewered on a stick.  

“Ha.”  

Raymond pressed down on Helen’s back, grabbed her hips, and began to move in earnest. The wet sounds and the slap of skin echoed in the carriage. With every jolt, he drove deeper, and Helen moaned through clenched teeth.