My Milf System-Chapter 370. Happy Accident

Third Person Pov

Earlier that morning, Loona had a quick, pathetic tumble with her husband. It was over before it started—a hollow performance that barely scratched the surface of her aching needs before he jumped out of bed, claiming he’d be late for work as he dashed for the shower.

He left her high, dry, and simmering with resentment. It was no wonder Asher saw her SF Level at over 70%.

As she led Asher into her house, she couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t really as bad as her husband said he was. In fact, he was devastatingly hot. He had the thick, powerful arms of a man who actually worked for a living, his muscles straining against the short sleeves of his shirt. He was broad-chested, gorgeous, and radiating a raw, masculine heat that made her pulse skip.

"This is a remedy... but I’ll need to mix it with lube for it to work properly. Do you have any?" Asher asked, his voice cutting through her hazy lust.

"Um... let me check," she muttered lazily. She drifted toward the bedroom, intentionally putting a little extra sway in her hips, knowing damn well Asher was behind her, watching her ass move.

In her bedroom, Loona found the lube, but since she had already agreed to get a massage from this stranger, which she greatly needed to sooth her aching shoulders and back, she decided to prepare herself.

She pulled her night gown up her shoulders, the fabric caressing her sensitive breasts in the process. Now with her tits exposed and flushed pink, she looked at them for a while, big and full, and obviously sensitive. Her nipples were diamond-hard, still pebble-grained from the frustration her husband had left her with. She peeled off her panties next; they were already damp, and her lazy logic told her it was better to wear nothing than to let a stranger see how turned on she was. She wrapped a towel around her chest, tucking it so it barely covered the curve of her ass.

Returning to the dining room, she handed Asher the lube and climbed onto the table, offering herself up.

Asher mixed his healing potion with the lubricant and lathered his palms. When he first dug in, Loona winced; his thumbs were powerful, grinding into the deep tissue of her traps.

"Relax, madam," he whispered. To her frustrated ears, his voice held a trace of predatory mischief—like the low purr of a big cat right in her ear.

As he worked her shoulders, the tension began to bleed out of her. She started to melt. A small, involuntary moan escaped her as he hit every right spot, draining weeks of stress and marital neglect from her system. Ten minutes in, and the man was already working miracles.

She was a curvaceous MILF and she knew it. Her breasts were pendulous and heavy, her thighs meaty and thick—the kind of hips that made buying slacks a nightmare. She was used to men gawking at her, and she expected a hungry grin or a lingering stare at the sides of her tits smashed against the table.

But Asher just smiled politely. It was maddening.

He applied more of the lavender-scented lube. The aroma trickled through her senses, sinking her into a deeper level of relaxation. He worked meticulously over every inch of her neck, back, and legs until, embarrassingly, she found herself drooling into the wood of the table.

Drowsy and half-hooded, she barely noticed when Asher’s hand "brushed" against her behind. It felt like an accident, but the thought that it might be an accidentally-on-purpose touch made her insides flutter.

Then, she felt him move the towel. He folded it up from the bottom, baring her legs and leaving only her back and bum covered. He stepped to the foot of the table, his powerful hands gripping one foot, then the next.

The movement slightly pulled her legs apart. She knew he had a perfect, unobstructed view of her soaking pussy peeking out from under the folded towel. Her clit was throbbing now, screaming to be touched. As his hands worked up her calves to her hamstrings, kneading the meat of her thighs, her body responded with a raw sensitivity she’d never felt with her husband.

Then it happened again. The "accident."

As Asher massaged up her leg, the fingers on the inside of her thigh brushed against her pussy, then moved away. Her breath caught. Her pussy was on fire, desperate for more of his touch.

[Ding +12 PP]

[+28PP]

The notifications for Pleasure Points chimed in Asher’s mind. He smirked privately as he flicked the towel away entirely, leaving Loona buck-naked on the table. He turned his full attention to her ass. His big hands covered her cheeks, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. No inch was left untouched. He moved from her hips to the top of her glutes, then slid a finger agonizingly slow down her ass crack.

Loona bit her lip, nearly drawing blood to stifle a scream of’ pleasure as he traced the edge of her most sacred hole.

This went on for minutes, each pass making Loona want to moan. She half considered rolling over and offering herself to him.

"If you could roll over please."

She let out a gasp, not sure if he’d read her mind but did as she was told. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

This left her, lying on her back, completely exposed. Her nipples stood like twin bee stings, their pinkish hue darkening to almost reddish.

She could feel the slick wetness she’d left on the table as she repositioned. Legs spread slightly, her pussy was on fire, even the slightest touch would likely send her over the edge.

Asher stood behind her head, massaging down her arms. She kept her eyes shut tight, terrified that if she looked at him, he’d see the pure, unadulterated lust drowning her.

He ran his hands up her arms and across her collarbone. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed. He moved past her breasts to her stomach, teasing her by avoiding the nipples she so desperately wanted him to pinch. As he leaned over her, Loona felt the heavy weight of his cock press against her cheek.

It happened again and again as he worked his way up and down her body, his length feeling harder with every pass. She was a wreck. Her pussy was a furnace, her nipples ached, and the frustration was becoming unbearable.

Then, finally, a mercy. Asher ran his hands down her breasts, letting her rock-hard nipples slide between his fingers. She let out a jagged moan. He circled them, rolling the tips, giving them the brutal attention they craved.

Loona felt euphoric. She could feel her own cream running between the cheeks of her ass. She was the picture of a wanton wife—eyes closed, face flushed, naked and vulnerable before a stranger. She almost wished her husband could see her now, just to show him what a real man could do.

Asher lifted his hands, moving to the foot of the table. She waited, heart hammering, expecting his fingers to find her center.

Instead, she felt his hands spread her thighs wide. And then, the ultimate surprise: it wasn’t his fingers that touched her. It was the hot, wet tip of his tongue, swirling right against her sweet spot.

Oh. Ohhh...

Another "happy accident" during the massage.

TBC