Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Tom’s Hot Wife
Then, it happened.

Jennifer’s foot caught on a loose patch of soil, and she let out a sharp gasp—”Aah!”—her body tilting dangerously to the side. I reacted instantly, my arms shooting out to catch her before she could fall.

In one swift motion, I lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a princess. Her breath hitched, her body tense for a moment before she relaxed into my hold.

Up close, I noticed a few loose strands of hair had fallen across her face, clinging to her flushed skin. Without thinking, I reached out and gently tucked them behind her ears. “Mother-in-law, are you okay?” I asked, my voice laced with genuine concern.

Jennifer’s face was bright red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment—or something else. She glanced at Emily, who was still holding onto my arm, oblivious to the moment that had just passed between us. “Mom, are you okay?” Emily asked, her voice filled with worry.

Jennifer nodded, her fingers brushing against her dress as she steadied herself. “I’m fine,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat, her composure returning as she met my gaze. “Thank you, Mike.”

I gave her a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” I said, my hands lingering just a second longer than necessary before I set her back on her feet.

Jennifer took a deep breath, her fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as she adjusted her heels.

She acted as if nothing had happened, but the blush still coloring her cheeks told a different story—one that hung in the air between us, unspoken but impossible to ignore.

Emily, ever the observant one, squeezed my hand and turned to Jennifer with a bright smile. “Mom, take Mike’s hand like this,” she said, demonstrating by tightening her grip on my arm.

“That way, you won’t fall, and Mike can support both of us.” She glanced up at me, her eyes sparkling with playful innocence. “Don’t you, Mike?”

I nodded, my voice laced with amusement. “I’m happy to oblige,” I said, my tone light but carrying an undercurrent of something more. “Be the knight for two princesses here.”

Jennifer hesitated for only a moment before slipping her arm through mine, her touch hesitant but deliberate. She rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips twitched with the ghost of a smile.

“What princesses…” she muttered, shaking her head as if exasperated. Then, turning to Emily, she added, “Emily, look at your husband. He’s teasing his mother-in-law.”

I couldn’t resist. “My apologies,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I forgot—if Emily is the princess, then the mother-in-law must be the queen.”

Emily giggled, her grip on my arm tightening as she leaned into me. “Well, it’s not wrong,” she said, her voice teasing. “You do look like a queen, Mom.”

Jennifer’s blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, her fingers curling slightly around my arm. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Mike,” she said, though her tone lacked its usual bite. There was something else there—something warmer, something that made the air between us feel even heavier.

Emily, oblivious to the tension, simply beamed. “See, Mom? Mike knows how to treat his ladies right.”

Jennifer’s gaze flicked to me, her eyes locking onto mine for a heartbeat longer than necessary, her lips parting just slightly as if she wanted to say something more. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice a low, velvety purr that sent a jolt straight to my cock.

“It seems he does.” Her body pressed against my arm as we walked, her tits—full, heavy, and barely contained by the tight fabric of her dress—rubbing against me with every step. The friction was deliberate, teasing, and fuck if it didn’t make my blood run hot.

I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin material, the way her nipples hardened just enough to graze my arm. She knew exactly what she was doing.

The gathering hall came into view—a massive, temporary tent draped in rich fabrics and twinkling lights, the air thick with the scent of perfume, alcohol, and something far more primal. Inside, the place was packed with people dressed to the nines, the men in sharp suits, the women in dresses that clung to their bodies like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

That’s when I saw Tom. He was standing near a group of people, his eyes lighting up when he spotted me. He waved me over, and as we approached, my gaze landed on the woman beside him.

Fuck.

Tom’s wife was a goddamn vision—tall, with curves that made my mouth water. Her dress was a deep, clinging red, the fabric so tight it looked like it had been painted onto her skin.

The neckline plunged low, her tits—full, round, and barely contained—threatening to spill out with every breath she took.

The dress hugged her waist before flaring out just enough to accentuate the swell of her hips, the kind of hips a man could grab onto while he fucked her from behind.

The fabric rode up slightly as she shifted, giving me a teasing glimpse of the tops of her thighs, smooth and toned, leading down to legs that seemed to go on forever. Her heels were tall, making her ass stick out just right, begging to be squeezed, slapped, fucking owned.

“Mike,” Tom said, his voice pulling me out of my daze as he clapped me on the shoulder. “This is Kate, my wife.” He turned to her, a proud smirk on his face. “Kate, this is Mike, the guy I told you about.”

I dragged my eyes up to meet hers, my cock already stirring in my pants. Kate’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, her gaze raking over me with an openness that made it clear she liked what she saw. “Nice to meet you, Mike,” she purred, her voice husky, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip just enough to make my pulse spike.

I nodded, my throat tight. “Likewise.” My voice came out rougher than I intended, but fuck, just looking at her had me half-hard already.