The moment Richard wrapped his arms around the goddess's waist and stepped into the bedroom, he immediately settled onto our marital bed. Then, with an air of confidence, he gestured for the uneasy Demeter to sit beside him.
Demeter hesitated, glancing at me briefly before lowering herself onto the mattress next to Richard. Seeing this, I took my seat on the chair I had placed earlier in the center of the room. From my position, I had a clear view of them—Demeter and Richard, sitting side by side on the bed that should have been ours alone.
"Hero, shall we begin?"
Richard, comfortably seated where I should have been, sought my final approval before proceeding. Instead of answering, I locked eyes with Demeter. She seemed to understand my silent question and gave a small nod.
"…I think I can do it."
Hearing her reluctant acceptance, I granted permission—something no proper husband should ever allow. A gleeful smile spread across Richard's face the moment I agreed.
"Then I'll do my best to satisfy you both."
"Tsk…"
An involuntary sigh escaped Demeter's lips as Richard's hand slid onto her soft thigh. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over the thin fabric of her dress, his gaze lingering on her face as if appraising her worth.
"Seeing you up close… you truly are flawless."
It wasn't empty flattery. No one could deny Demeter's beauty—her innocence reminiscent of cherry blossoms in full bloom, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the generous swell of her cleavage beneath the pure white dress. She was a masterpiece, sculpted by divine hands with perfect favoritism.
Richard's tongue flicked over his lips as his gaze raked over her body. His eyes were those of a predator salivating before the finest feast.
"Thank you…"
Demeter turned her face away, her cheeks flushing under his scrutiny. Richard seemed to relish her discomfort, his hand inching higher along her thigh.
"You don't wear much jewelry, do you?"
The question came abruptly—perhaps to ease the tension, or maybe out of genuine curiosity.
"Adorning myself was never a hobby. The only accessory I have is this."
Demeter lifted her left hand, displaying the wedding ring on her finger—proof of her unwavering love for me, a silent declaration that no other man could ever take my place.
"I see. It looks more precious than any gem in the world."
"I'm glad you think so—"
Her words were cut off as Richard suddenly seized her lips.
"Mmph?!"
Demeter's eyes flew wide in shock, her body stiffening as he claimed her mouth without warning. I clenched my fists, my stomach twisting at the sight.
Eup—uh…!
Demeter's muffled protests went ignored. She shot me a desperate look, silently pleading for me to intervene. But I couldn't.
My body betrayed me.
Even as guilt clawed at my chest, my hand moved of its own accord, stroking the growing bulge in my pants. Demeter's eyes squeezed shut as if she couldn't bear to see me like this—her husband, aroused by her violation.
Richard, indifferent to our turmoil, only deepened the kiss. His free hand groped her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric.
"—?!"
Demeter's eyes snapped open. She shoved him back with both hands, breaking the kiss. Richard blinked, momentarily taken aback by her resistance.
"Ah, my apologies. I overstepped."
He pulled away, feigning remorse. Demeter looked equally startled, as if she hadn't meant to react so strongly.
"Perhaps Demeter isn't ready. Should we stop for tonight?"
Richard's question hung in the air, his lips curled in a knowing smirk. I opened my mouth to agree—to end this madness—but the words died in my throat.
Then I felt her gaze.
Demeter wasn't looking at my face.
Her eyes were fixed lower—on my hand, shamelessly palming my erection through my pants. The sorrow in her expression cut deeper than any blade.
"…Please continue."
Her voice was quiet but firm.
"Demeter—"
"I'm fine, Ion. Forgive me for hesitating. I'll do better."
Her fingers clutched the fabric of her skirt, betraying her inner turmoil. Yet, the sight only stoked the fire in my gut.
Richard needed no further encouragement.
"Then let's resume."
"Yes. You may… be more forceful this time."
A slow grin spread across his face.
"In that case…"
His fingers hooked into the straps of her dress.
"Take it off yourself."
Demeter froze.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Then, without a word, she rose from the bed.
Her hands moved behind her back, loosening the ties of her dress. The fabric slackened, slipping from her shoulders before pooling at her feet.
"Ohh…!"
Richard's breath hitched as Demeter stepped free of the fallen garment.
Before him stood the goddess in nothing but delicate beige lingerie—a gift from me, meant for my eyes alone. The sight of her voluptuous curves, her slender waist, the sinful swell of her hips—it was enough to make my cock throb.
"Exquisite."
Richard's praise was reverent. Demeter averted her eyes, her cheeks burning.
"Now, my turn."
He undressed swiftly, stripping bare without hesitation. His body was toned, his confidence undeniable.
But what drew the eye was his cock—thick, heavy, far larger than mine.
Demeter's breath caught.
The only man she had ever known was me. To see another's arousal, so much more imposing, must have been a shock.
And yet, the thought of that monstrous length violating her sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
"I must admit, even I'm a little nervous now."
Richard cupped Demeter's chin, tilting her face up to his. At over six feet tall, he loomed over her, forcing her to look up at him.
This time, she didn't resist.
He pulled her close, claiming her lips once more—deeper, hungrier.
"Mmmph—!"
Demeter's muffled whimper filled the room as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body tensed, her fingers digging into his shoulders, but she didn't push him away.
Watching my wife surrender to another man's touch, I finally freed my aching cock, stroking myself in time with their sinful embrace.