The Isekai Milf harem!
Chapter 89: The cuckold brings his wife.

Chapter 89: The cuckold brings his wife.

Meanwhile,

Outside the room...

"Ahhhhh! Ahhh, ah, ah, ahhhhh"

A man and woman were standing, with deep red cheeks.

The man knocked lightly.

While the woman stayed there silent.

Of course, She stands like a midnight lotus in full bloom; an intoxicating silhouette that commands every glance as surely as the moon summons the tide.

From the very first breath, one’s eyes are drawn to the twin, proud peaks of her chest, as generous and shapely as rolling hills carved by divine hands.

They were F cup.

Each slow inhales lifts that ample contour beneath her light golden blonde hair.

Below, her waist narrows with the grace of a willow’s bend before blossoming into hips made for the cradle of life, broad, sumptuous arcs reminiscent of fertile valleys where spring never ends.

Her legs are poetry in motion: long, sleek pillars of alabaster jade that seem carved from moonlit marble.

That flawless complexion is a whisper of cool jade warmed beneath a lantern’s glow; smooth, almost luminescent, untouched by time or earthly imperfections.

A single plait of pale gold hair cascades over her shoulder, the strands shimmering like sunlit rivers winding through a silent forest.

Then there are her eyes: languid lakes shadowed by dusk.

From the clothing, she seems to be a

Commoner, yet her skin was like that of a noble.

Meanwhile, to her side was her husband.

A pathetic husband who recently developed the fetish of cuckold.

Tbh, he was healthy and normal, but for years he couldn’t have kids and just recently he learned that his balls were cursed thus, he can never have kids.

Since then, he have strange dreams where his wife would get fucked by other men.

In the start, he hated it, he disliked it but slowly he started to enjoy it.

He enjoyed it so much, he didn’t want it to be just a dream, he wanted it to be a reality.

But with the grace of heaven, he seems to have found a perfect opportunity.

The moaning of the woman coming from inside seems to be enjoying greatly.

He wants his wife to moan like that, enjoy like that.

He is a supportive husband.

Clap from him.

...

The husband clenched his fists, and a bitter expression crept onto his face.

He understood that in this society, men were expected to be the dominant partner in a marriage.

Yet,

He felt frustrated and inadequate, and the thought of failing to fulfill his marital duties weighed heavily on him.

How can he be a man if he can’t even fertilize her?

A heavy sigh escaped as, he spoke to his wife.

"Wife."

He said in a soft yet firm tone.

The woman turned to look at him, her eyes filled with curiosity as she waited for him to speak.

She had no idea what was on her husband’s mind... But she was wet, the noises alone had made her legs go weak.

If her pathetic husband wasn’t here, she would have fingered herself but now, she had an image to maintain.

"I have something important to discuss with you,"

He continued, his words heavy with both frustration and resignation.

The woman could sense the seriousness in his tone and she nodded silently, gesturing for him to continue.

"You know about my recent... condition,"

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.

The woman’s expression softened in sympathy as she nodded again.

She knew well the pain and shame he must be feeling over his inability to father children.

"I’ve been doing a lot of... thinking these days, umm,"

He paused, choosing his words carefully.

He had spent many sleepless nights wrestling with thoughts and emotions he had never expected to feel.

The realization of his own inadequacies had weighed heavily on him, and he had come to the painful conclusion that he was failing his wife in every way.

He quickly knelt and began to kowtow...

"Rina... Please... I want to see you get fucked by another man,"

He repeatedly banged his head on the cold floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rina was taken aback by her husband’s words, and her expression turned to one of surprise and disbelief.

She had never expected to hear such a thing from him, and the weight of his words hung heavily in the air between them.

How can he? Just how can he?

"Stop it... Husband, what are you saying, do you have any idea what you are saying now?" she said softly, her eyes wide with shock.

"I don’t understand... why would you ask me such a thing?"

The man raised his head from the floor, tears streaming down his face.

Despite the humiliation of his position, he was desperate and sincere.

"Please, Rina," he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I know I can’t give you what you need. I’ve failed as a husband. But I can’t bear to see you unfulfilled like this. I want you to be happy, even if it means...this,"

Rina was confused... She wanted to say that he doesn’t have to do this, but she wanted a man to fuck her too.

Her pussy is lonely, it needs some connection, some companionship.

The moans coming from inside, she wants to be fucked like that.

"Husband, if this is really what you want then be it... I shall fulfill your every need even if I have to destroy my dignity," She uttered.

The husband’s heart leapt with both joy and trepidation.

He had never imagined that his wife would agree so readily, and a maelstrom of conflicting emotions surged through him.

"Are you... are you sure, dear wife?" he asked, his voice thick with both hope and dread.

Rina nodded, a mixture of resignation and determination in her eyes. "Yes, husband. I will do as you wish. You have my word,"

The husband was overwhelmed, a mixture of relief and pain warring within him. He stood, his legs shaking, and approached Rina cautiously.

"My wife, my sweet Rina," he said, his voice trembling.

"You are a treasure beyond compare. I do not deserve you, yet here I am, asking you to do the unspeakable, I deserve to go to hell,"

"Husband... Don’t say such things, it’s me who deserves to go to hell,"

"No, No, No, it’s me..."

Just then,

The door was opened...

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(A/n: We cooking or not? )