[42pic] The Wife’s Secret Masochist / 奥様の“むっつり”がバレる日 (Patreon)

“After this… wanna try that ‘movie’ thing?”

On their day off, on the way back from shopping. His wife was in a great mood after finding clothes she loved, and her husband said it lightly, still holding the bags.Before shopping, they’d watched a movie—there was a scene where the heroine was captured, bound, and gagged so she couldn’t even call for help. He hadn’t forgotten the words she’d let slip.

“Th-that looks… kinda intense…”

“I-It’s not like I mind…”She put on a brave face, but her eyes wouldn’t settle.When he added, “If you don’t like it, we stop right away,”—gently, but firmly—she nodded, cheeks burning.

After they got home, she dug an old track uniform out of the closet and changed into it.It was probably “cosplay” meant to hide her embarrassment.Even as she laughed it off, her gaze kept flickering.

“...This is so embarrassing at my age…”

That was when he brought out an arm binder and a ball gag—things he’d prepared long before.“W-wait… when did you—” she started, but her voice cut off as her mouth was sealed.—A desire he’d had for a long time. All it took was the one comment she’d let slip.

“Mmnh… ngh…!”She struggled, arms twisting, eyes darting away.She looked shocked at how little she could move, but the gear didn’t loosen.When her resistance finally ebbed, he didn’t miss the way her eyes slowly went soft—glassy, almost melted.

Then his shaft pressed against her cheek, and she was made to use her face to “prepare” him.Her brows knit with humiliation, yet heat gathered on its own deep inside her.

“Mbuh…! Mmm, ngh…!”She wanted to pretend she hated it, but the muffled sounds were far too honest.

At his cue, she was guided into a straddling position, and even taking him was ordered “by your own hand.”She shook her head—then, as if resigning herself, sank her hips down.The reflexive sound that leaked out when it hit deep turned even more pathetic through the gag.

“Mmfb… mmnhh…!”Her eyes wavered in surprise at her own voice, but she still moved her hips as commanded.The composed, “mature” expression she usually wore began to crumble, and the masochist she’d kept hidden seeped to the surface.He thrust up from below, their rhythm stacking her broken, muffled noises on top of each other.Little by little, she lost what composure she had left—until her voice betrayed how close her climax was.

“Mmb—! Hh… mmm! Nnh…!!”He came inside her. Almost at the same time, she came too—her body jerking hard.She tried to catch her breath, but all that spilled out was drool; trapped by the gag, only the aftershocks leaked from her mouth.

“…Mm… mnh…”

Last came the photos. Still bound in the arm binder, eyes glazed and watery.With her mouth unable to form excuses, even the mess she couldn’t hide was left behind as a “memento.”She meant to glare at the camera like she’d only gone along with it.—But her face already looked like a woman sunk deep into submission and forbidden pleasure.

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「この後……“映画のやつ”、試してみよっか？」休日の買い物帰り。お気に入りの服で上機嫌な妻に、夫は袋を預かったまま軽く言った。買い物前に観た映画――ヒロインが拘束され、猿轡で助けも呼べない場面で、「なんか……スゴそう……」と彼女が漏らした言葉を覚えていた。

「べ、別に……いいけど……」強がってみせるけど、目線が泳いでいる。「嫌なら途中でやめる」と穏やかに釘を刺されると、赤い顔で小さく頷いた。

帰宅後、彼女はクローゼットから“昔の陸上ユニ”を引っ張り出して着替えてくる。照れを誤魔化すための“コスプレ”のつもりらしい。照れ笑いで誤魔化しながらも、視線は落ち着かない。

「……年甲斐なくて、恥ずかしい……」そこへ夫が出したのは、前から用意していたアームバインダーとボールギャグ。「え、待っ……それ、いつ――」と問いかけた声は、口元を塞がれて途切れた。――ずっと前から夫の中に眠っていた願望。彼女の一言が、鍵になっただけだ。

「んむ…っ、んんっ……！」もがく腕、逃げる視線。予想以上に動けなくて驚きながら抵抗するけど、道具は緩まない。抵抗の波が引いた頃、彼女の目が“とろん”と緩むのを、夫は見逃さなかった。

さらに頬に夫の肉棒が当てられ、顔を使って挿入の準備を進めさせられる。屈辱に眉を寄せるのに、身体の奥は勝手に熱を帯びていく。

「んぶっ…！ んむ、んぅ……！」嫌がる"ふり"をしたいのに、くぐもった声が正直すぎた。

促されると彼女は跨がる体勢にされ、挿入も“自分で”と指示される。首を振っても、最後は観念したみたいに腰を落とした。奥に当たった反射で漏れた声が、ギャグ越しに惨めに響く。

「んぶっ、んむぅ…っ……！」驚いて目を泳がせながらも、命じられるまま腰を動かす。母性の強い“大人の顔”がゆっくり崩れ、隠していた“マゾ”が表に滲む。夫も下から突き上げ、途切れ途切れのくぐもりが重なる。次第に、妻は余裕をなくし――絶頂が近いことを、声で知らせてしまう。

「んぶっ…！ んは…っ……んむ！ んぅ……っっっ！！」そのまま中出し。ほぼ同時に彼女も絶頂し、身体がびくんと跳ねた。息を整えたくても、こぼれるのは涎だけ。ギャグに封じられ、余韻が口元から漏れる。

「……ん……むぐぅ……」最後は撮影。アームバインダーのまま、とろとろの目。言い訳できない口元と、隠しきれずに垂れた精液まで“記念”に残る。彼女は「付き合わされただけ」と言いたげにカメラを睨んでいるつもり。――けれど、その顔はもう、支配と背徳に沈んだ女のそれだった。