Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

"Beep... Beep..."

After calming myself, I adjusted my breathing and, with trembling fingers, tapped the screen to finally make the call.

As Betty's familiar ringtone filled the air, a sound that had echoed beside my bed countless times, the computer screen also displayed the incoming call alert.

On the screen, the two people caught in the act were startled by the ringtone.

Their eyes shot open as they realized the intrusion during their clandestine affair.

Betty was half-squatting, her stance wide, as Michael's penis was partially expelled from her vagina, the image freezing there as both their gazes turned towards the phone lighting up at the edge of the sofa...

Betty then remembered her phone, perhaps recalling our recent contact.

She hurriedly tried to stand to grab it, moving too swiftly.

"Pop..."

Focused on the phone and overwhelmed by the sudden reminder of me, she stood up too quickly and accidentally pulled Michael's entire penis out of her vagina, making a crisp sound like uncorking a vintage wine bottle.

As Betty stood, the sudden exit of Michael's large glans from her vagina caught her off guard, causing her to stumble and fall to the floor.

She sat cross-legged on the floor, seemingly unfazed by any pain, quickly got up, and crawled to the nearby sofa to grab her phone.

"Ouch..."

Meanwhile, Michael was less fortunate.

He had been enjoying the warmth and tightness of Betty's vagina, but her sudden departure left him in pain as his penis was abruptly pulled out.

The penis is quite delicate, and he definitely felt a sharp pain as it was tugged free, leaving him with nothing but pain and a chilling emptiness.

Betty, seeing the caller ID on her phone, widened her eyes in shock.

My call had indeed caught her off guard.

Her face showed panic as she glanced nervously back at Michael, then she calmed down, adjusted her breathing, looked back at Michael, and put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"Hello, honey..."

After picking up the phone, there was a long silence on both ends.

Betty sounded very nervous, understandably so given her misdeeds. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Finally, she spoke.

Hearing Betty's voice chilled my heart, strangely calm despite the turmoil.

"It's the same voice from the video, a bizarre overlap of different realities," I thought.

"What are you up to?"

I steadied my own voice and asked, deciding to probe Betty over the phone.

"I'm at school working, just organizing some data..."

Betty responded without hesitation, her tone flawless, betraying no signs of her current predicament.

Because Betty had thrown her phone on the sofa's backrest earlier, she now kneeled on one leg on the sofa cushion, the other foot on the floor, one hand supporting herself against the back of the sofa, the other holding the phone.

The living room's sofa was a sectional, and Michael lay in the middle, with Betty's phone on the sectional's corner.

Thus, Betty kneeling on the sectional allowed Michael a clear view of her from behind.

Unaware of her exposed position while focused on our call, Betty's upper body was bent low, her skirt not long enough to cover her buttocks or her private area, all exposed to the air and directly in view of Michael, who was reclining on the sofa.

I could see everything on the screen.

Betty's skirt partially covered her buttocks, revealing her pubic hair and the entrance to her vagina, which was slightly open.

The pink walls of her vagina were clearly visible, surrounded by white, sticky fluids and froth.

Her dense pubic hair was tangled with the fluid, and a few droplets trickled down, landing on the sofa cushion.

"Will you be busy late tonight?"

Despite my best efforts to mask my emotions, my voice was unmistakably cold as I continued to ask questions that mattered to me, probing Betty's attitude from the sidelines.

"Um, not necessarily late, I'll try to finish up quickly and head home early. Did you check the message I sent you? If I don't cook tonight, don't you dare feel sorry for yourself..."

Perhaps because of her recent sexual indulgence, Betty's voice was sweet, sticky, and seductive.

If it weren't for the scene before my eyes, her voice might have melted my icy heart.

"I'll come to the school and join you. I can leave work early today... I'll be there in about an hour."

I decided to test Betty again, feeling a sting of reluctance, perhaps giving her one last chance.

This proposal was indeed tempting.

Despite our years of marriage, I had never visited her at work, and few of her colleagues had seen me, her husband.

This was the first time I had suggested it.

"Ah... no need, honey. Just go home and rest after work..."

Upon hearing my words, Betty glanced at the wall clock and nearly yelped in shock, her voice stuttering as she spoke.

It was already past three in the afternoon.

If I was coming in an hour, they didn't have much time left.

She needed to finish quickly to have enough time to get back.

Betty's response sent my heart plummeting.

I had hoped she would agree, which would mean ending her tryst with Michael and rushing back to school.

But she declined my first-ever offer to visit her at work.

On the other side, Michael, hearing Betty talk to her legitimate husband, showed a hint of jealousy.

While we spoke, he sat up on the sofa, glancing at Betty and then down at his erect penis, his impatience evident.

He seemed eager for Betty to hang up and resume their lovemaking, always desperate for her body.

Now, with Betty close to Michael, he could clearly hear our conversation.

When he heard that I was planning to pick her up from school, panic flashed in his eyes, perhaps fearing their rendezvous would end prematurely.

"Betty, we've been married for so long, and I've never picked you up from work or spent time with you there. Don't you want me to come?"

My voice dropped, filled with genuine sadness and a touch of hurt, reflecting my deep feelings.

"Isn't our relationship more important than your sexual escapades with Michael right now?"

"No, not at all... honey..."

Perhaps shocked by my words or the sadness in my voice, Betty became flustered.

In the video, I saw her looking anxious and nervous, seemingly at a loss, desperate to explain but unsure of what to say or choose.

Meanwhile, Michael couldn't sit still any longer.