Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 263 Michael’s eyes remained fixed on Betty Part2

Michael gazed at the serene image of Betty on the screen, wrestling with a decision.

Was he calculating the odds of conquering her tonight?

After a moment of internal struggle, he rose from the bed, clad only in his underwear, his robust penis swaying within the fabric as he walked toward the door.

However, upon reaching the door, his hand hesitated, not turning the knob.

After a brief pause, he turned back and returned to the bed.

He abandoned the idea, yet I couldn’t relax.

Logically, I should have been relieved that Michael decided against pursuing Betty tonight, but why was I feeling tense?

Michael’s restraint, though seemingly minor, was a sign of his maturity and strategic thinking.

He hadn’t lost his sanity; instead, he was calmer than usual.

If I were in Michael’s shoes, enduring such temptation would be challenging, but Michael managed it.

He understood the value of patience and long-term planning, which made him even more formidable.

Meanwhile, Betty had not opened her eyes throughout.

She lay motionless, her breathing steady and deep, eventually slipping into a tranquil sleep.

Betty had fallen asleep, her desires momentarily satisfied, her energy spent.

Content, she drifted off without even cleaning herself up, unaware of her surroundings.

On the other side, Michael knew the night was over.

He looked down at his still-erect penis, a wry smile on his face.

He removed his underwear, revealing his large penis once again.

He tossed the underwear onto the floor; the fabric was damp, and a string of viscous fluid connected the underwear to the tip of his penis, which was now coated in the sticky substance.

Michael touched his penis tip, pulling a glistening thread between his finger and the tip.

He brought his finger close to his nose, inhaling deeply the scent of his own seminal fluid, which carried a distinct musky odor.

As he smelled it, he closed his eyes, seemingly lost in the sensation.

This sight made me feel nauseous.

The idea of a man so enraptured by his own bodily fluids struck me as perverse.

If he had tasted it, I would have been utterly revolted.

After a moment, Michael lay back down on the bed, his penis still erect, refusing to soften, as if undergoing some sort of endurance training.

The laptop was still on, occasionally he glanced at the screen where Betty, in a lascivious pose, was sound asleep.

Her delicate parts were clearly visible, contrasting with the sparse, dark red hair above.

Michael wanted to sleep, but couldn’t.

Betty had released her tension, but Michael hadn’t, his penis stubbornly engorged.

The quickest solution would have been masturbation, but for some reason, Michael resisted.

Perhaps he was saving his semen, not wanting to waste it on a solitary release but rather saving it for Betty, to eventually fill her completely.

After a while, Michael still couldn’t sleep.

He checked the time; it was past one in the morning.

He lay there, surprisingly patient, enduring his own discomfort.

Michael sat up and returned to his laptop, minimizing the video feed of Betty sleeping to the corner of his screen before diving into the surveillance software.

The program was straightforward, and given Michael’s background in electronics from his studies abroad, this was child’s play for him.

After a few clicks, he opened the file backups and was stunned by the dense array of dates and files—far more extensive than he had anticipated, possibly predating his return.

He began to open and watch the video files one by one.

There I was, sitting at my computer, watching Michael use the surveillance system I had installed, viewing the private videos I had saved.

My hands trembled, and my heart bled.

Those videos held many secrets, including covert recordings of Betty and Michael, intimate moments between Betty and me, and much more.

I dreaded what Michael would do if he discovered everything.

The videos detailed every intimate encounter between Betty and Michael, capturing reactions Betty had that Michael had never seen before.

After watching these, Michael would undoubtedly learn much more about Betty.

I closed my eyes in agony, trying to calm myself.

It was too late; the videos were out there, and Michael had seen them.

I never imagined that the surveillance system I installed would end up helping Michael, and I was sure it played a crucial role in the development of their relationship.

At this moment, I couldn’t help but feel grateful to Luna.

If she hadn’t installed this extra surveillance equipment, I might never have known the truth.

Michael was smart and capable, but he had overlooked Luna.

I wasn’t sure if Luna knew that there was already a surveillance system installed in my house.

Her subordinates must have discovered it and reported back to her, but she never mentioned it to me—there was no need.

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The discovery of the small courtyard was pure luck.

If it weren’t for that accidental drone footage and Luna’s help, I would have remained in the dark forever.

Michael had covered his tracks perfectly, first by sabotaging the home surveillance footage, rendering me blind to the truth.

The remote location of the small courtyard and their careful disguises ensured that I would never discover their secret rendezvous.

It was Luna and perhaps fate itself that brought this significant variable into play.

Michael watched the surveillance videos from start to finish, skipping over the mundane daily activities and fast-forwarding to the crucial details.

He uncovered many secrets, including mine and Betty’s, and saw all of my reactions at home.

Both Michael and I had our suspicions in the past, but these surveillance videos answered nearly all of Michael’s questions and revealed more about the relationship between Betty and me, including our sexual life.

The night was long...

I too clicked through the videos rapidly, and with each fast-forward, Michael’s expression changed.

By the next morning, Michael hadn’t slept; he was still watching the videos, captivated as if they were the most gripping movies, not yawning even once.

At six in the morning, while Michael was still engrossed in the videos, Betty, my beloved wife who had experienced a long-missed climax the night before, finally woke up.

She had slept in the same position all night, eerily still.

As the clock struck six, her usual waking hour, her phone alarm went off.

In the past, most of the time, Betty would wake up before the alarm clock rang, but this time she was woken up by the alarm.