The conversation at the dining table flowed easily, the way it always did on the rare evenings when Paul made it home before midnight.
Paul was in the middle of recounting how he had outmaneuvered a pair of goblins earlier that day, his messy brown hair catching the lantern light as he gestured with his spoon.
Rudeus listened with wide-eyed fascination, his own light brown hair falling into his eyes every few seconds.
Lilia ate in her usual quiet manner, nodding politely at the right moments, though her gaze kept drifting toward the kitchen doorway with increasing frequency.
Zenith sat at the table with perfect composure, her white halterneck corset neatly laced once more, khaki skirt smooth over her lap.
A soft, warm smile curved her lips as she listened to her husband, occasionally adding a gentle comment—"Oh, that sounds dangerous, dear. I'm so glad you're careful"—in that airy, loving voice everyone in the house adored.
Beneath the table, her fingers were still faintly sticky from Mike's release moments earlier, but no one could see the way she subtly wiped them on her napkin.
The thrill of what she had just done—stroking him to completion while serving stew—still hummed warmly between her thighs.
Paul laughed at something Rudeus said and reached for another slice of bread. "We really do eat well when you're in the kitchen, Zenith. Is there dessert tonight?"
Zenith's blue eyes sparkled with that familiar gentle mischief. "Of course. I made honey cakes earlier. I'll bring them out in a moment." She rose gracefully, smoothing her skirt, and headed toward the kitchen with her usual elegant steps.
Lilia's fork paused halfway to her mouth.
The maid's light brown hair was still perfectly pinned in its neat bun, but her cheeks had taken on a faint flush that had nothing to do with the warm room.
She had seen the handjob—or at least enough of it through the gap in the half-wall.
The way Zenith's arm had moved in that slow, rhythmic motion behind the counter, the subtle shift of Mike's hips, the faint wet sounds masked by Paul's storytelling.
Lilia had forced herself to keep eating, heart pounding, guilt twisting like a knife in her chest. 'My fault… all of this is because of what I did with Paul…'
Yet the memory of Zenith's calm, motherly smile while her hand pumped another man's cock right there in the kitchen had sent a shameful rush of heat straight to Lilia's core. She was still wet from it.
And now Zenith was going back.
Lilia couldn't believe the audacity.
She watched as Zenith disappeared behind the counter. A few seconds later, the soft clink of plates sounded—perfectly normal.
But Lilia's sharp ears caught something else: the quiet rustle of fabric, a low masculine exhale, and then the unmistakable, wet *schlurp* of a mouth taking something thick and heavy inside it.
In the kitchen, Zenith had barely set the honey-cake platter down before Mike pulled her close again.
His thick cock was already hardening once more, still slick from her earlier handiwork. He leaned against the counter, out of sight from the dining table, and guided her gently downward.
Zenith sank to her knees without hesitation, her tall black boots folding neatly beneath her.
She looked up at him with those warm blue eyes, a soft, affectionate smile on her lips—the same smile she gave Rudeus when he mastered a new spell.
"Just a quick one, Mike," she whispered, voice airy and gentle, barely louder than a breath. "They're waiting for dessert…"
Mike's scarred hand rested lightly on the back of her blonde ponytail. "You're too good to me."
Zenith didn't answer with words. She simply leaned forward and took him into her mouth like a wife greeting her husband after a long day—slow, loving, devoted.
Her soft lips stretched around the broad head, tongue swirling gently around the sensitive crown to taste the remnants of his earlier release mixed with her own slickness.
She hummed softly in satisfaction, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft.
The wet sounds were quiet but obscene in the small kitchen: soft *slurp… schlurp… gluck* as she bobbed deeper, taking more of his thick length with each gentle motion.
Saliva quickly coated him, dripping down her chin and onto the tops of her heavy breasts where they strained against the corset.
She took him to the back of her throat without gagging, relaxing her muscles the way she had learned over the past weeks, until her nose brushed the dark hair at his base and her throat fluttered around him.
Mike's free hand gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles whitening. "Fuck… Zenith… your mouth feels like heaven…"
At the dining table, Paul was still talking. "—and then the second goblin tried to run, but I—"
Zenith kept sucking with perfect, wife-like devotion. Her head moved in slow, rhythmic bobs, cheeks hollowing on every upstroke, tongue pressing flat along the thick underside on the way down.
One small hand stroked the base she couldn't fit, twisting gently, while the other cupped and rolled his heavy balls with tender care.
Every few seconds she would pull back until only the head remained between her lips, swirling her tongue around it like it was the sweetest treat, before sliding all the way down again until her throat bulged slightly.
Lilia couldn't stay seated any longer.
She stood quietly, murmuring something about needing more water, and moved toward the kitchen doorway on silent feet.
From the angle she chose—pressed against the wall just out of sight—she could see everything.
Zenith on her knees behind the counter, blonde ponytail swaying gently, full breasts jiggling with each bob of her head. Mike's thick cock disappearing between her soft lips again and again, glistening with saliva, veins pulsing against her tongue.
The wet, sloppy sounds were clearer now—*gluck-gluck-gluck*—each time she took him to the hilt.
Zenith's blue eyes were half-lidded in quiet bliss, as though sucking another man's cock while her family ate dinner mere feet away was the most natural thing in the world.
Lilia's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. 'Right there… while we're all sitting at the table…'
The audacity stole her breath. Zenith—kind, gentle, Milis-devout Zenith—was worshipping Mike's cock with the same loving care she showed when tucking Rudeus into bed.
Saliva dripped freely down her chin now, landing on her exposed cleavage where the corset had been subtly loosened.
Her cheeks hollowed again and again as she sucked harder, faster, the wet noises growing just loud enough that Lilia was certain someone would hear.
But no one did.
Paul laughed at one of Rudeus's questions. The boy asked for seconds.
Lilia stood frozen, fingers trembling against her lips, her own pussy aching so fiercely that she had to press her thighs together.
Guilt crashed over her like a wave—'This is because of me… I broke their marriage first…'—but the sight of Zenith's devoted mouth working another man's thick cock while the family chatted obliviously made her so wet she could feel it soaking through her panties.
In the kitchen, Zenith pulled off for a moment, gasping softly for air.
A thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to Mike's glistening cock.
She looked up at him with that warm, loving smile and whispered, "You're so hard again… I love making you feel good."
Then she dove back down, taking him even deeper, throat convulsing around the head as she swallowed him whole.
Her head bobbed faster now, wet *gluck-gluck-gluck* sounds steady and rhythmic, breasts bouncing heavily with every motion.
Mike's hand tightened gently in her ponytail, hips twitching as he fought not to thrust into her eager mouth. "Zenith… I'm close…"
She hummed around him in encouragement, eyes locked on his, sucking harder, faster, one hand pumping the base in tight twists while the other massaged his balls.
The wet, filthy sounds of her devoted blowjob filled the kitchen, barely masked by Paul's voice at the table.
With a low, strangled groan Mike came.
Thick ropes of hot cum flooded Zenith's mouth. She swallowed every pulse with gentle, loving gulps—throat working visibly—drinking him down like the finest wine.
When the last spurt faded she kept sucking softly, tongue swirling to clean every inch, milking the final drops before pulling off with a wet *pop*.
A tiny bead of cum clung to her lower lip; she licked it away with a soft, satisfied hum.
Zenith rose gracefully, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then quickly adjusted her corset and smoothed her skirt.
She picked up the platter of honey cakes as if nothing had happened, cheeks only slightly flushed, and stepped back into the dining room with her usual warm smile.
"Dessert is ready," she announced gently, setting the plate in the center of the table. "I hope everyone saved room."
Paul grinned up at her. "You're the best, love."
Rudeus reached for a cake immediately. Lilia forced herself to smile and accept one, though her hands were trembling.
Zenith sat back down, folding her hands neatly in her lap, the faint taste of Mike's cum still warm on her tongue.
She looked perfectly composed, the picture of a devoted wife and mother.
Lilia stared at her plate, heart hammering, pussy throbbing with conflicted need. 'They did that… right there… while we were all eating…'
The audacity left her breathless. Guilt twisted sharper than ever—'I caused this…'—but so did the burning arousal that made her thighs slick beneath her uniform.
She didn't know whether she wanted to stop them… or join them.
The family continued eating dessert, laughter and conversation filling the room.
And in the kitchen, Mike slipped out the back door with a satisfied grin, already wondering when he could come back for more.