Chapter 390: Why Stamina So Much?

Hela shook her head. "It’s not necessary. I’m not made of steel. I know my own body’s limits."

"Right, right. We’re getting older too. You shouldn’t always push yourself so hard."

"Oh, give me a break. You have no room to talk. That stomach ailment of yours—how many years has it been, and it’s still not properly managed?"

Darlan laughed heartily. "Okay, okay, we’re two of a kind. So how are you feeling now?"

"Much better. But walking... my legs just feel terribly weak!"

"Cramps will do that. Then you should rest properly at home. I was originally thinking of having you come back to the old hometown with me to see Mom."

"I’ll bring our son and daughter-in-law next time."

Hela said, "I have the night shift today, and some documents still need printing. We can’t just both leave and abandon my brother-in-law here alone."

"It’s not about him losing anything. It’s simply impolite, makes us look too high-handed, treating him like some hired hand."

Darlan thought it over. "That’s true. Well, you stay home and work for now. Invite him to stay for dinner tonight. I’ll go check on my mother myself."

"You tell him yourself!"

Without further thought, Darlan packed his things into a document bag, walked out to the living room, and said cheerfully, "Brother-in-law! I have a rare day off today. I’ll give your father-in-law a call later. We’ll get your brother-in-law and the others together tonight for a nice, lively family dinner."

"Sounds great!"

Luis agreed readily.

"Wife, I’ll borrow your car for a bit. Mine is at the Store for maintenance and cleaning."

Darlan took Hela’s car keys and headed out. At the door, noticing some uncollected trash, he casually picked it up to dispose of on his way down, giving it no further thought.

Only after the door closed behind him did Hela finally release a long, heavy sigh, her body going completely limp as she collapsed onto the sofa.

Luis also let out a sigh of relief, immediately following it with a lewd chuckle. "Mother-in-law, you’re not wearing any panties or a bra, and your husband didn’t spot a thing."

"He’s always been that careless. Besides, when would he ever focus his attention on me?"

Hela felt a vague pang of guilt, but Luis’s teasing also sparked a thrilling excitement. Her body, so thoroughly satiated just last night, began to stir with restless desire once more.

Luis lit a cigarette and sprawled casually beside her, wrapping an arm around her and propping his feet on the table, continuing his provocation.

"True. Your husband is clearly the carefree, oblivious type."

"He probably would never dream, even in death, that among the trash he took out were those tissues used to wipe the cum from your lover’s cock and your own pussy juices."

As he spoke, Luis couldn’t resist starting to get hands-on again. The mature, beautiful young woman was indeed durable, and her captivating charm was utterly intoxicating.

Hela dodged away, got up and went to the balcony to collect the sun-dried laundry before heading into the bathroom. She chided him, "Behave yourself. What if he hasn’t gone far and comes back for something he forgot?"

"I’m absolutely starving. Let’s go get something to eat first, you absolute bad boy."

Luis was also hungry, so he settled down. After tidying up a bit, the two of them went to a bustling restaurant at the front of the community.

"This place is really popular, though the decor looks quite plain."

"The taste is fantastic, that’s why. Let’s just eat quickly and head back upstairs."

Hela’s mind was now completely consumed by those documents, as they could help her ascend effortlessly, achieving the most crucial promotion of her life.

She understood perfectly well that given her qualifications and age, if she could take this step, there would still be room for further advancement. If she couldn’t, she’d be stuck waiting for retirement in her current position.

She was an ambitious, career-driven, and formidable woman of action. Even when sinking into carnal pleasures, it did nothing to diminish these other desires.

"One marinated platter, one roast duck, one portion of braised beef brisket, one portion of dry-fried pork ribs."

"Two bowls of steamed rice, two servings of Shittake Mushroom and Duck Soup."

Thoroughly exhausted from the night’s exertions, they devoured the meal like a whirlwind and hurried back to her apartment.

Looking at the information on Luis’s phone, Hela’s face was already flushed a deep, excited red. This exhilaration was, for her, no different from the thrill of an orgasm.

Her phone lay on the table. The car’s GPS showed Darlan had gone to the suburbs, probably back to his hometown for a visit.

Her last scraps of covering had fallen away, her mature, voluptuous body exposed to the air as she sat writhing uncontrollably in the man’s lap.

Hela couldn’t suppress a moan, as the man’s mischievous, wicked hands seized her full breasts, wantonly kneading and shaping the soft mounds into all manner of lewd forms.

"So, have you decided how to use this information?" Luis asked, unable to control himself any longer, standing up to remove his trousers.

His cock, hard once more, stood tall and proud. He’d already cum inside her last night, both in her front and back passages. Now, just one final mouthful from her would complete this mission’s task and secure the reward.

"Of course, send it to the higher-ups..."

Hela was remarkably docile, proactively reaching out a delicate jade-like hand to grasp the cock and begin stroking it, her face betraying an uncontrollable trace of conflict and helplessness.

"You’re certainly strong in work capability, I respect that. But when it comes to shady little maneuvers, you’re still not quite there yet."

Luis began licking her ear, already growing restless. Noticing her peculiar expression, he couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the matter?"

"You... how are you still so hard..."

Hela’s breathing grew rapid. Looking at the man’s face brimming with desire, she said with a coquettish pout, "Even though you’re still young, you’re a married man with a wife now. How can your stamina still be this formidable?"

Luis gave a lewd chuckle. "Stamina depends on the person. Looking at you just makes me want to fuck you senseless."

"But..." Hela’s face flushed red as she whispered, "My down there is a bit swollen and sore. At least give me a little rest, won’t you?"

"Mother-in-law, you can’t take much, can you!" Luis teased her. "Is it the front that’s swollen, or that tight little asshole of yours?"

"Both are swollen..." Hela gasped lightly, her expression charmingly coy. "I admit you’re incredible, alright? Who knew you, this horny devil, could be so terrifying?"

A supremely vulgar idea took shape in Luis’s mind. He simply picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

Hela gritted her silver teeth and murmured, "You... you better finish quickly, or I really won’t be able to take it..."

"You’ve got more than just those two places I can fuck... The afternoon is still long, hehe..."

On the large bed in the master bedroom, Hela transformed into a docile little lamb.

Luis sprawled out casually, spreading his legs. She nestled between his thighs, earnestly cupping her full, ample breasts to sandwich his cock, moving them up and down along its length.

The impossibly soft breast flesh, mature and bountiful though lacking some of the springy resilience of youth, provided an exceptionally strong, enveloping sensation like water-filled balloons.

Her snow-white breasts clamped tightly around the shaft, moving with initial clumsiness. Her breathing was ragged, and she began to sweat lightly from the effort. Just the musky scent emanating from his cock was enough to make her feel somewhat intoxicated.

"Mother-in-law, is this your first time giving a titty fuck?" Luis asked, enjoying himself immensely, not missing the chance to tease this beautiful mature woman—such was the pleasure of the training process.

"Yes, I can’t promise you’ll find it comfortable..." Hela replied with a hint of proud defiance, lowering her head in shame, unable to meet the man’s mocking gaze.

The greatest virtue of her personality was her seriousness, her focus, and her lack of affectation. Her competitive spirit, her drive to do everything perfectly, when channeled into the bedroom, became its own kind of beauty.

Hela wore an expression of intense concentration, observing the man’s reactions while cleverly learning and improving her technique on her own.

"Suck the head into your mouth and give it a good lick. Don’t let your mouth stay idle..."

Alas, it being her first attempt at a titty fuck, after nearly half an hour of effort, she was utterly worn out but still persevering, yet Luis had still not climaxed.

Hela was now panting heavily, her competitive nature driving her to grit her teeth and continue, though her movements had clearly grown clumsy and somewhat distorted from exhaustion.

Finally, Luis patted her little head, glanced at his phone, and said, "A delivery has arrived. I need to go get it. You’re tired, take a rest."

Still unwilling to concede, Hela gave a petulant hum, bit her lip, and said, "Maybe you should take over... Just don’t go in the back. I’m not that fragile, really."

This stubbornness was so admirable. Unfortunately, Luis was currently under the sway of twisted desires and had other plans. Otherwise, he might have been genuinely moved to take her properly and enjoy her thoroughly right then.

"We’ll continue later. I’m not letting you off the hook." Luis gave a wicked smile, hugged her, and kissed her deeply for a moment before saying softly, "Your important business shouldn’t be delayed. Go put some clothes on so you don’t catch a chill. I’ll be right back up after I get the delivery."