"Mom!!"

"Aunt!!"

Both of them called out obediently. Chloe closed the door again, smiling brightly as she said, "What a coincidence that we all arrived together. Nancy and her brother-in-law came to visit me too."

When Nancy had arrived, she brought a box of sea cucumbers and other items, which were now placed conspicuously on the table, leaving little room for suspicion.

Luis gave a suggestive smile, and Hela blushed. She greeted him politely and then suggested, "It is a coincidence. Why don't we all go downstairs to have a bite to eat together?"

Hela was no traditional homemaker. Whenever work kept her busy, Daniel grew up on takeout boxes. On the rare occasions her maternal instincts flared up and she attempted to cook, it was a miracle if he didn't get poisoned.

All three women were married, and all had illicit relationships with him. This situation was incredibly thrilling for Luis.

A high-stakes game, Luis thought, maintaining a humble smile on his face while inwardly rejoicing.

At the upscale seafood restaurant, Hela's assertive personality took over. Picking up the menu, she immediately assumed the role of the elder, launching into a lecture.

"Nancy, you really are something. Can't you and Daniel eat more healthily? It's always spicy food or fried food with you two. When will I ever stop worrying about this?"

Turning to her younger sister Chloe, Hela, who as the eldest sister felt a motherly responsibility, began her familiar nagging.

"Chloe, you're a mother now. With the nanny looking after the baby, can't you be a little more diligent?"

"You're still breastfeeding, yet you're always eating takeout and boxed meals. That container of soaked fish maw I brought you last time is still sitting in your fridge. You haven't even touched it."

Chloe stuck out her tongue sheepishly. "I forgot."

"Forgot? You could have just reminded the nanny. You're just being picky and lazy."

"You need to be more mindful. At least think about your baby while you're breastfeeding."

Under this natural authority of an elder, and feeling the weight of their own guilt, Nancy and Chloe, these two otherwise confident women, found themselves unable to lift their heads.

It was remarkable, Luis thought. Hela was the one who had ultimately been entangled with him, even conditioned to embrace that depraved, submissive role. Yet here she was, projecting nothing but composed authority, not a hint of nervousness on the surface. Of course, she carefully avoided meeting his gaze, offering no direct contact and certainly no scolding.

The first course was a slow-simmered broth, pork bone soup with five-finger peach, particularly appetizing. Everyone was hungry and drank it quietly.

The usual dishes followed: large scallops steamed with vermicelli, braised pork belly with local abalone, stir-fried celery with cured pork and sausage, clay pot eel slices with fermented black beans, and stir-fried beef with green peppers...

The three women had morel mushroom and black chicken soup, while Luis was served a turtle with angelica soup and an old duck with mangosteen soup.

The meal proceeded in near silence, punctuated only by brief, casual conversation about daily matters. They were all likely on guard, wary that Luis might play some underhanded trick.

Seated at the rectangular table facing each other, Nancy naturally sat beside Chloe, naively leaving Luis to sit with the elder.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Hela excused herself calmly. Upon her return, she sat down gracefully, everything appearing normal. What they didn't know was that Luis was incapable of behaving himself.

Under the table, his hand found its way to Hela's thigh. This elegant, mature woman who favored skirts was so aroused she could barely stand it, her panties soaked to the point she had to slip away to the restroom to remove them.

With people constantly coming and going, he couldn't go too far.

After the meal, as they reached the community gate, Nancy said she needed to return to check on the housekeeper's progress. Guilt-ridden in front of her mother-in-law, she bolted faster than a rabbit.

Chloe naturally used the excuse of checking on her child to make a swift escape. In the end, youth meant inexperience; the success of an affair truly depended on the thickness of one's skin.

Luis's skin was plenty thick. With a lecherous grin, he followed Hela back to her apartment.

Clothes were soon scattered across the floor. A deeply sensual moan echoed through the room. The woman who had just moments ago been the picture of dignified authority was now on the bed, her hips arched high, presenting herself like a wanton creature.

Her full breasts swayed with each of the man's thrusts, glistening with traces of kisses and saliva. Her hair was disheveled, her mouth agape, a thin line of drool escaping down her chin.

Her pussy, having already convulsed through three climaxes, trembled uncontrollably. Behind her, Luis held her steady, his rock-hard cock pistoning relentlessly in and out of her tender, pink back passage.

After taking all three of her holes in turn for a while, Luis reflected on a realization.

For most women, the back door offered sensation, but not particularly intense pleasure; the greater thrill was psychological, a conquest for the man.

These women were similar. The psychological aspects, the submission, the surrender, dominated, while the physical pleasure derived from it was often less pronounced.

Both Hela and Chloe were like this. In comparison, Deewa was an exceptional case.

Her back door had never been breached before, so tight it felt constricting, yet he had entered her without lubricant. The key was, she showed no overt pain or discomfort once he was inside.

During normal intercourse, she would only moan softly, her reactions subdued, her climaxes manifesting as gentle tremors.

But anal penetration triggered a dramatically different response. Her cries grew high-pitched, her entire body shuddered and twisted violently, as if a hidden switch of raw lust had been flipped.

She achieved climax from anal sex, something that rarely happened through vaginal intercourse alone, and it even triggered a gushing release.

Deewa's extreme sensitivity there made the act uniquely rewarding. Luis found himself reminiscing about it.

While each woman possessed her own allure, when it came to the back door, even the obedient Hela couldn't match the intoxicating flavor of the experience with Deewa.

Seeing Hela moaning but clearly not nearing orgasm, and noticing her gritting her teeth with a hint of discomfort, Luis slowly withdrew his cock from her depths.

Hela had been conditioned well. After a moment's hesitation, seeing he wasn't moving to her front entrance, she turned over and, without a word, lowered her head to take his member into her mouth.

As a doctor, she had a professional, almost compulsive focus on hygiene. Acts most took for granted, like oral sex, were fraught with potential risks in her former mindset. Anal or other unconventional acts were seen as unnecessary, even reckless.

Even standard intercourse could be picked apart for its flaws and dismissed.

The idea of taking a man in all three holes would have been anathema to her previous self, the height of unsanitary indulgence, something she believed would never happen to her.

Now, with her mind and body thoroughly conquered, she willingly took his cock into her mouth, tasting herself on him, embracing the profound sense of surrender it represented.

After a satisfying oral release came the intimate, sensual ritual of the shared bath, another practice Hela had grown to cherish. They washed each other, their touches lingering, a quiet intimacy forged in mutual possession.

Even the most acts, like being held in a vulnerable, childlike position, became charged with a raw, thrilling excitement, a perverse intimacy that bound them closer.

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