My Cuckhold System

The woman slowly nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see her. "The one responsible is called West Einstein."

"I see," the young man’s voice became even quieter. "...He won’t enjoy what comes next."

After the line went dead, the elderly woman lowered her phone.

For the first time since arriving at the hospital... a faint smile appeared across her face.

She looked back through the observation window at her unconscious son.

"Don’t worry, Matthew..." her voice was barely above a whisper. "You just focus on surviving."

She rested a hand against the cold glass. "Your brother is coming."

"And that psychopath..."

"...West Einstein..."

"...will answer for what he’s done."

~ Hours Later ~

The apartment felt hushed and warm when Liz stirred awake. Soft city light filtered through the tall windows, painting faint silver lines across the dark living room.

She blinked slowly, realizing she had dozed off in West’s arms on the wide couch. Her body felt unusually light and the heaviness from from what haf happened was completely gone.

A glance at the clock on the wall showed it was already past midnight.

Her eyes flew wide. "I have to get home—my fiancé—"

West’s calm voice cut through the panic before it could build. "It’s already handled. I sent someone to watch over him tonight. You don’t need to rush back. Stay here and rest."

Liz let out a long breath and sank deeper into the cushions. An instant sensation of relief overcame her so suddenly that her shoulders dropped and her fingers uncurled. She hadn’t felt this safe in a long time.

West returned a few minutes later carrying a tray. The aroma of the meal Gor’thala had prepared filled the room.

There was tender grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and fresh bread still warm from the oven. He set everything on the low table in front of her while a movie played quietly on the large screen. Liz ate slowly, savoring each bite. The flavors were rich and comforting. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the plate was half empty.

She kept glancing around, wondering where West had disappeared to after dishing her meal but the apartment stayed quiet except for the film playing in the background.

When she finished eating she stood, stretching her arms above her head. The idea of a hot shower sounded perfect after everything that had happened.

"West?" she called softly but no answer came.

"West!" She called again with a much louder voice but was still met with silence.

She wandered down the short hallway, opening doors one by one until she found the one she thought led to the bathroom.

Steam rolled out as the door swung open while West stepped forward at the same moment, completely naked.

Water droplets traced paths down his muscular yet lean torso, catching on the ridges of his abs before sliding lower.

His skin glistened beneath the bathroom light and in between his legs his large flacid cock, swung slightly with every step he took.

His wet hair clung to his forehead, surrounding his handsome face that looked relaxed and confident.

Liz froze. "Oh—sorry, I didn’t know you were..."

West simply smiled, unbothered. "It’s fine."

She remained rooted in place with her eyes widened, unable to look away from the sight of him. The water still beaded on his chest and shoulders, running in slow rivulets toward his hips. His cock looked even more like a beast up close... the length and girth was impossible to ignore.

She didn’t realize when she gulped.

West’s voiced with a gentle tone. "You’re staring."

Liz jerked back to herself. "Oh—yes, sorry, sorry!" She spun around and hurried out, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she returned to the living room.

Every few seconds, the image of West’s wet body and the way his cock moved with every step, flashed in her mind. For reasons unknown, the image refused to leave her mind.

A warm, wet feeling bloomed between her thighs as she pressed her legs together and tried to focus on the movie, but the mental picture kept returning every time.

Much later, after she had finally showered in the guest bathroom and changed into the soft clothes West had left for her.

Afterwards, he showed her to one of the spare bedrooms with an enormous and inviting bed with nice flowery sheets.

"Thank you again," she said quietly. "Goodnight."

West nodded and left her to settle in. The door closed with a soft sound, leaving her alone in the spacious room.

Liz climbed under the covers and immediately sank into the mattress. It was far more comfortable than anything she had slept on in months and yet, sleep refused to come.

Her thoughts kept circling back to the bathroom doorway. She could still see the water sliding down his skin, the heavy swing of his cock and the calm smile on his face.

Every time she closed her eyes the image returned. Her body responded without permission. A slow, insistent throb started low in her belly. She squeezed her thighs together, but the pressure only made the ache stronger.

After more than an hour of tossing and turning, Liz gave in.

She reached down with trembling fingers, hooked the hem of the loose sleep shorts, and pulled them up. Her panties followed, pushed aside just enough.

Her fingertips found the slippery heat between her folds. She was already soaking wet due to the earlier mental flashes having done their work.

A quiet gasp escaped her as she began to rub slow circles over her clit.

"I must be crazy touching myself here while he’s practically in the other room... but I can’t help it," she whispered to the empty room.

Considering how long Liz had gone without intimacy, her inability to hold back was not surprising.

Her fingers slid easily through the abundant juices, coating her digits as she stroked faster.

She bit her lip hard, trying to muffle the soft moans that threatened to escape while her hips rolled against her own hand, chasing the building pleasure.

The memory of West’s naked body played again and again behind her eyelids... his lean muscles, the water droplets, that thick cock swinging free. Every mental image made her pussy grow wetter.

Her breathing grew heavier as she pressed two fingers inside herself, feeling the tight walls grip them.

Wet sloppy sounds filled the quiet room as she curled her fingers, rubbing the sensitive spot inside while her thumb kept working her clit.

Her free hand clutched the sheets as her knuckles turned white. An orgasm built quickly, fueled by the forbidden thrill of doing this in his apartment.

The moment Liz reached orgasm, the bedroom door swung open without warning.

"Liz you forgot your phone in the living ro..." West’s eyes suddenly widened as he stood there holding her phone while taking in the sight of her on the bed.

Her body convulsed hard with her thighs spread wide as a powerful spray of clear liquid erupted from her pussy, arcing across the room and drenching his face completely.

The hot wet fluid splashed over his cheeks, lips, and chin, dripping down his neck in thick rivulets.

Liz had gone untouched for over seven months, so the climax she pulled from her own fingers was shattering.

Her walls clenched and throbbed violently around nothing asmore squirts following the first until her sheets were soaked beneath her.

Her hips bucked upward with each wave with her fingers still buried inside herself as she rode it out.

When the haze cleared enough for her to register West standing there soaked in her juices, Liz’s eyes flew open in horror.

She slapped both hands over her mouth as her cheeks burnt crimson.

Her body still trembled with aftershocks and her legs twitched while her pussy visibly throbbed, glistening from the wetness.

West wiped his face slowly with the back of his hand, blinking once. "I came to return this... uhm... sorry for barging in without knocking."

Liz lay frozen, unable to form words. Her mind spun wildly. The image of him dripping with her cum burned into her thoughts.

West turned toward the door. "So uhm... I’ll leave you to it."

Panic and embarrassment mixed together enveloped her while crazy thoughts raced through her head.

’Should I really let him walk out after seeing me like this?’ The ache between her legs hadn’t faded.

It only grew stronger at the thought of him leaving.

Before she could stop herself, Liz scrambled up on shaky legs and reached out. Her hand caught his wrist just as he stepped halfway through the doorway.

West paused and glanced back. "Hmm?"

Liz let out a shaky and small voice. "Please don’t leave... I... I... can you... help me out just this once..."

West studied her face. "Help you out how?"

She blushed so hard her ears turned red. Her gaze dropped to the floor before she forced the words out. "I’m horny."