Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 215 Had Betty betrayed me again? Part2 R18

As these thoughts raced through my mind, I carefully controlled my breathing, making sure not to make a sound that could alert anyone to my presence.

"Just be careful, hope... didn’t you say he’d be gone for several days?" As I pondered, a man’s voice finally broke the silence in the living room.

I couldn’t help but look up, only to see Betty perched atop a man, using him as her human chair.

"Who knows... I can’t be sure..." Betty’s voice followed shortly, breathy from what seemed like a recent return from an outing.

Her breathing was still uneven.

Betty was still dressed in her work clothes from school.

Had they gone out right after she finished work?

But what about the two pairs of slippers at the door?

And was this man the same one from the small courtyard?

The door and the noise of the nightlife outside muffled their voices, making it hard to discern the tone of their conversation.

"Ah... it’s always so cautious... it’s never satisfying..." The man grumbled.

I didn’t analyze the content of his words but focused on distinguishing his voice, comparing it to Michael’s.

It was deep, similar, but the mix of sounds made it uncertain.

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Unable to decide, I shifted my focus back to their words.

Being so cautious? Isn’t that a word associated with secret affairs?

If they were just being careful for a couple of days, could it be something more than a normal family relationship?

Betty and I are open-minded about each other’s friends of the opposite sex.

We don’t mind as long as boundaries are respected, but bringing a male friend home alone definitely crosses a line.

"I should call my husband..." Betty didn’t respond to the man’s complaints but glanced at the wall clock.

It was already past six in the evening.

She prepared to rise from the man’s lap to call me.

"Oops..." As Betty started to get up, the man pulled her back down, eliciting a startled gasp from her.

Hearing Betty’s gasp, my heart ached.

It was normal for someone to cry out if suddenly restrained, but Betty’s gasp carried a hint of intimacy, an abnormal sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

"Why get up? Just sit on me and make the call..." The man whispered after pulling Betty back down.

Their conversation continued with caution.

After a small scare, Betty sighed, took out her phone, and with a complex look, searched her contacts.

She then gestured for silence to the man and dialed the phone.

Seeing Betty’s gesture for silence, my heart sank further.

You didn’t want me to know that you were with another man, but did you realize your husband was just a stone’s throw away?

Fortunately, I had turned off my phone before coming back, fearing it might make a noise.

Betty sat on the man, occasionally biting her lower lip, looking conflicted and guilty as she adjusted her breathing, trying not to let me detect anything unusual when I answered the call.

But everything that followed was expected.

Betty dialed once, tried again, and finally, with a resigned gesture, put down the phone.

"What’s wrong?" The mysterious man asked.

"The phone’s off..." Betty said with a hint of disappointment.

"That’s perfect, it means he’s busy, so you don’t have to worry about anything..." The man’s voice rose slightly, tinged with excitement.

"I think differently from you. You might be happy he’s unreachable, but I’m worried because I can’t be sure if he’s safe. My husband’s job is quite dangerous..." Betty responded with a hint of dissatisfaction, seemingly reproaching the man.

"Alright, alright, my bad... But we agreed, didn’t we? When we’re together, let’s not call him ’husband’..." The man retorted, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Okay, I was wrong, and so were you. Let’s call it even... haha..." I thought Betty would argue further with the man, but her response took me by surprise.

She compromised using the excuse they had just discussed.

"So, we’re staying here tonight?" The man seemed pleased with Betty’s response, pushing his luck further by suggesting they spend the night in my house.

I could confront him now and see his face, but I needed to be sure of their relationship first.

If I burst in and they denied everything, what could I do?

The saying goes, catch them both red-handed.

I had to wait for irrefutable evidence.

All I could do was silently hope that Betty and this man had just started their flirtation and hadn’t gone further.

There was still time to stop it.

Maybe there’s a chance this man is Betty’s boss.

Could she be compromised for the sake of our family, a victim of an unspoken rule?

I’ve read about such things online.

"Wishful thinking... you better head back soon..." Betty’s retort brought me some relief.

"Fine, I’ll go, but at least walk me downstairs..." The man seemed relieved by Betty’s response, finally dropping any further requests.

Throughout this, I doubted he was Michael because he never called Betty ’mom,’ which Michael always did.

If not Michael, then who?

"Of course, I can walk you out, you troublemaker..." Betty chuckled and playfully tapped the man’s forehead with her delicate hand, the gesture laden with intimacy.

Then, Betty prepared to rise from the man’s lap.

Her skirt covered her buttocks as she took a deep breath and bit her lip, seemingly making a big decision just to get up from his lap.

But as Betty’s buttocks lifted from the man’s groin, my mind nearly exploded.

As her skirt fell back into place, it couldn’t hide the thick, veiny, dark penis that was still glistening with fluid, connected between them.

The man hadn’t even removed his pants, just unzipped the front and let his substantial penis protrude.

Though Betty’s skirt hid her lower body, it was clear the penis was slowly being withdrawn from her.

My gaze dropped further, and I noticed Betty’s panties were still around her ankles...

Betty, my wife, whom I thought was pure...

I stood on the balcony, my body swaying slightly, nearly fainting from the shock.

I steadied myself by pressing a hand to my forehead and shook my head, trying to muster some strength.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

But after rubbing my eyes and looking again towards the living room, that excessively thick penis was still slowly withdrawing from Betty’s body.

I had just managed to calm myself, but the sight of the penis not yet fully withdrawn revealed its astonishing length and girth.

Betty was slowly standing up, her brow furrowed slightly, one hand supporting her lower abdomen as if to ease the emptiness felt as the penis withdrew.

All this time, as they conversed, that incredibly thick penis had remained inside Betty’s vagina.

They hadn’t even fully undressed; Betty had removed her panties, and the man had simply unzipped his fly to penetrate her, maintaining this intimate connection throughout their conversation.

I desperately wished this was all just a nightmare, a nightmare that seemed never to end.