Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

As I watched Betty and Michael enter the room, my fists clenched tightly.

Especially when Michael kissed Betty, it felt like my heart was bleeding.

That scene unlocked all the memories I had tried to bury, reopening wounds that felt even more painful than before.

The room fell into a brief silence, giving me a rare moment to think.

Although Betty and Michael didn't exchange many words, I noticed a significant change in their relationship compared to two years ago.

Back then, Michael's approach to Betty was often playful and needy, constantly calling her "mommy" in a childlike manner.

But recently, I realized Michael hadn't called her "mommy" at all.

Was this intentional or just an oversight?

Perhaps, deep down, Michael wanted to shift their relationship dynamics.

If he continued addressing her as "mommy," it would permanently cast their relationship in a maternal light.

Maybe he was subtly altering their dynamic, like slowly boiling a frog.

If I could notice this, wouldn't Betty notice as well?

Yet, she said nothing, making her seem like a stranger to me.

I recalled the past, and it seemed impossible for things to have reached this point.

What could have driven Betty back into Michael's arms?

If their sexual relationship pained me, Betty's betrayal was even more excruciating, completely blindsiding me.

Glancing at the clock, it was now 3:42 PM. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Time was ticking closer to when Betty needed to be home.

Watching her primp in front of the mirror, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Given her cautious nature, she wouldn't take risks.

If their affair continued, there would be other opportunities, so missing one day wouldn't matter.

Betty would likely skip having sex with Michael today.

Considering the time needed for undressing, foreplay, and Michael's stamina, they wouldn't finish in under an hour.

By the time Betty got home and showered to erase any traces, she might arrive later than me, which would be risky.

Just as I relaxed, Betty made a move that stunned me.

She glanced at her partially open blouse, then swiftly removed her coat, revealing a sheer white tank top underneath that barely concealed the contours of her full breasts and deep cleavage.

After shedding her outer layer, Betty, to my astonishment, lifted her long skirt, revealing her white panties.

She then proceeded to slide them down, stepping out of them as she bent over, giving me a clear view of her already moistened vulva.

"Let's just do it... we don't have much time," she said, turning to Michael after dropping her panties.

No, this couldn't be Betty.

She wasn't the woman I married...

Before I could ponder further, Betty, now panty-less, finished speaking to Michael, her gaze scanning the living room.

Michael seemed just as shocked by her forwardness.

Betty's eyes finally settled on the couch.

After a moment's hesitation and a glance at the wall clock, she bit her lip and approached the couch.

She leaned forward, resting her hands on the cushion's edge, her upper body at a right angle to her bent lower body.

Her round, pert buttocks were pushed out, the white flesh parting slightly to reveal the pink folds of her anus and the glistening entrance of her vagina, moistened with lubrication in anticipation of penetration.

Despite her provocative pose, Betty's demeanor wasn't calm.

She hung her head, her hair falling forward to hide her face, obscuring any expression of shyness.

Her earlobes flushed red, and her hands gripped the couch cushion, trembling slightly—all signs of her inner turmoil.

If not for the pressing time, perhaps she wouldn't have chosen this path.

Of course, this was just my speculation.

Although I was heartbroken and furious, a strange feeling nagged at me, making me wonder why they were so desperate to be intimate today when they seemingly had every other day available.

Betty had free afternoons, and Michael, owning such a large property, likely didn't need to work regular hours.

Why the urgency today?

Betty didn't seem overly desperate, yet they acted as if every second counted.

Could it be that they had reached a point where they couldn't go a day without making love?

I had only been away for a few weeks; what had changed to make Betty so unrecognizable?

Could it be that during the two years Michael was supposedly away, they had been in contact, or perhaps Michael had been coming back secretly, never telling me but always informing Betty?

This chilling thought made me wonder if they had been deceiving me for two years, not just the recent weeks.

My hands clenched as I grappled with the pain and humiliation.

The betrayal by my wife and son, the two people closest to me, made me feel like a fool.

I had no concrete evidence of their contact over those two years, just suspicions, but I treated my suspicions as fact because nothing else could explain what I was seeing on the screen.

In the video, Betty had just removed her panties and was bending over the couch, waiting for Michael's approach.

Michael stood there dumbfounded, staring at Betty's exposed private parts, seemingly overwhelmed.

His crotch, however, betrayed his arousal, forming a noticeable bulge in his pants as if it might tear through the fabric at any moment.

Michael's stunned reaction was understandable; he hadn't anticipated Betty's provocative pose.

"What are you doing?" Betty finally turned her head to look at Michael after a long silence.

She sounded both shaky and annoyed, aware of where Michael had been looking.

Perhaps she could feel his gaze roaming over her exposed anus and vagina, which only added to her embarrassment.

Yet, the continuous secretion of her vaginal fluids suggested she might be excited by his admiration.

Hearing Betty's voice seemed to snap Michael out of his daze.

He glanced at the clock—it was 3:31 PM.

Michael hurriedly began to undress, fumbling with his clothes due to the lack of time.

He initially tried to unbutton his shirt but, perhaps to save time or out of impatience, he decided against it and instead quickly unbuckled his belt.

As he tried to pull down his pants, he let out a pained yelp.

"Ouch..." Michael's penis was fully erect, tightly constrained by his pants.

In his haste, he had hurt himself trying to pull down his pants without accommodating his erection.

He gasped and, through his pants, tenderly touched his penis.

Betty turned back to look at him, her eyes flickering with a mix of shyness and a faint fascination as she saw Michael caressing his large erection.