Chapter 109 Remediation
After drinking with colleagues, we returned to the hotel, and it was already close to half past ten in the evening. Despite drinking a lot, my alcohol tolerance was pretty good from years of drinking for work. Although my head was a bit dizzy at the moment, my mind was still clear. After a quick wash, I sat on the bed and opened my laptop.
I don't know when I developed the habit of watching home surveillance videos before going to bed every day. Being away on a business trip, anything could happen at home. Last night, Katniss was not in the mood to be intimate with Nathan due to my sudden departure. But what about tonight? After a day of emotional adjustment, Katniss should be able to relax and make love to Nathan.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the strange phone call Katniss had just made to me. I didn't have time to think about it at the dinner table, but now it seemed like Katniss had something on her mind.
I took out my phone to call Katniss, but then I hesitated. What if Katniss and Nathan were in the middle of making love? Would calling disturb them? I decided to wait and check the current situation at home first.
I opened the computer surveillance and first checked my bedroom. It was empty. It was already past 10:40 at night. Katniss was not in the bedroom. Excitedly, I opened Nathan's bedroom surveillance, and what I saw thrilled me. Katniss was lying naked on Nathan's bed, her body completely exposed. There were traces of semen around her vagina, which seemed to be still wet.
Katniss had a thick cotton blanket under her buttocks, now soaked with semen. It seemed like my guess was correct. Katniss had placed a blanket under herself this time, so they wouldn't need to change the sheets after making love. Nathan was also naked, his flaccid penis covered in a mixture of semen and love fluids, glowing in the darkness. He was lying back, gently fondling Katniss's ample 34D breasts. Both of them were breathing unevenly, savoring the aftermath of their climax. Katniss's hair was disheveled, and there were reflections of liquid on her neck, face, collarbone, shoulders, and breasts, likely saliva left by Nathan's kisses. The sheets and pillows were in disarray.
It seemed like they had just finished, and the messy room indicated how intense their lovemaking had been. I realized I couldn't call Katniss now. I would wait until tomorrow to ask her what was going on.
How did their night start? Was it Nathan or Katniss who initiated it? What positions did they try this time? Did they explore something new? It seemed like I missed out on quite a show, but thankfully, I had the surveillance footage. While they were both lying side by side recovering, I started playing back the video, setting it to the moment Katniss returned home from work.
Katniss returned home to find Nathan cooking in the kitchen. Although I was away, leaving only Katniss and Nathan at home, the dinner tonight seemed quite lavish. Was Nathan preparing a candlelit dinner for Katniss? Enjoying some alone time with her while I was away?
"Welcome back, dinner will be ready soon." Nathan smiled at Katniss as she entered, tossing her bag on the couch and sitting down to rest.
After resting on the couch for a while, Katniss took out her phone from her bag. After checking her phone, she seemed disappointed and annoyed.
"She must be checking if I called or messaged her, right?" I suddenly realized while watching the surveillance playback that Katniss was constantly thinking about me, which warmed my heart.
Katniss looked at her phone, disappointed to find no missed calls or messages from me. She took her phone and bag back to the bedroom, changed into a nightgown, and sat on the bed, occasionally checking her phone. As I fast-forwarded on the computer, Katniss remained seated on the bed in the bedroom. An hour passed in the surveillance footage, during which she checked her phone numerous times, seeming like she wanted to make a call but hung up when it didn't connect.
It seemed like Katniss missed me a lot. Judging from the situation, her emotions tonight were no different from last night. What could have led Katniss to engage in a passionate lovemaking session with Nathan tonight, resulting in a completely different outcome from last night?
"Katniss, dinner's ready." Just as Katniss was about to make a call again, Nathan knocked on the door and called her to dinner.
"Okay." Hearing Nathan's voice, Katniss put her phone on the bed and prepared to leave the bedroom for dinner. However, as she reached the door, she hesitated, turned back, picked up her phone, and then walked out of the bedroom to have dinner with Nathan.
Although there were only four dishes tonight, the dinner was lavish. It seemed like Nathan had put a lot of time and effort into tonight's dinner, probably to cheer up Katniss after her indifference last night.
Seeing Katniss sitting at the dining table, Nathan went to the fridge, took out a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses. Returning to the table, Nathan poured half a glass of wine for Katniss and himself. Everything seemed like a candlelit dinner just for the two of them. After pouring the wine, Nathan raised his glass.
"Katniss, I know you can't drink much, but today is a special day. Just have a little, this half glass of wine. Okay?" Nathan said gently to Katniss, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.
"Okay, this little wine won't hurt. Dad, thank you for making all these delicious dishes." After hearing Nathan's words, Katniss picked up her wine glass and clinked it with Nathan's.
"Since Kevin is not home today, let me celebrate your birthday instead. Happy birthday." After saying this, Nathan and Katniss clinked their glasses and then drank up the wine.
My mind went blank. Today was Katniss's birthday. Yes, today was indeed Katniss's birthday. Damn, how could I forget this? I remembered Katniss's birthday a while ago, even reminding myself in my spare time. I even planned to buy her favorite jewelry bracelet and surprise her on her birthday. But due to my busy work schedule recently, with company celebrations and traveling for branch openings, I forgot the date and ended up forgetting Katniss's birthday.
At that moment, I finally remembered Katniss's phone call. "Honey, why didn't you call me today?" "Can't you take the initiative to call me today?" "Honey, don't hang up, don't you have anything to say to me?" Katniss's unusual words on the phone finally revealed the mystery. It turned out Katniss was waiting, waiting for me to call her and wish her a happy birthday on her special day. Even though I wasn't at home and didn't have a chance to prepare a gift for her, just one call, one blessing, would have made her content. But in my forgetfulness of her birthday, I was in a rush to drink with colleagues, and I ended up abruptly hanging up on Katniss.
Realizing my incredibly foolish mistake, forgetting my beloved Katniss's birthday, was there anything more despicable than this? No wonder Katniss sounded tearful on the phone, waiting for my birthday wishes, only to be forgotten and hung up on. I could imagine how heartbroken Katniss must have been. If it were me, I would definitely be angry and resentful.
Now that I remembered Katniss's birthday, I checked the time on the computer. After watching the surveillance playback for a while, an hour had passed, and it was now 11:48 PM. There were only 12 minutes left in the day. There was still time. Although Katniss might be upset, it was not too late to make amends.
At this moment, I didn't care if it was appropriate to call home or if it would disturb Nathan and Katniss. Katniss's birthday made me forget everything else. Frantically, I found my phone and prepared to call Katniss to apologize and offer my belated birthday wishes. My hands were trembling as I searched through my contacts, occasionally glancing at the time displayed on the computer screen, fearing I might miss midnight.
The call finally went through, and my palms started sweating as I prepared to apologize to Katniss. However, the call kept ringing with no answer. As the time ran out, the phone automatically disconnected. Katniss's phone remained unanswered as well. Two minutes had passed, and the time was frozen at 11:50 PM. I dialed again, but still no answer. I tried again and again, but there was no response.
As time passed, five more minutes went by, and it was now 11:55 PM. Why wasn't Katniss answering the phone? Was she still angry with me? I continued dialing while simultaneously checking the real-time surveillance at home. What I saw was unexpected.
Nathan and Katniss were engaged in intimacy once again. Katniss lay on the bed, her whole body shaking back and forth with Nathan's thrusts. Her large breasts swayed in circles with each of Nathan's movements, her pink nipples and areolas leaving elegant trails in the night. Nathan pushed Katniss's long legs over her chest, forming an "M" shape, with his thick veined penis inserted into her vagina.
Nathan's penis moved back and forth inside Katniss's vagina, his pubic area covered in black pubic hair continuously hitting against Katniss's, their pubic hair sticking together with love fluids. The sound of their hips colliding echoed in the enchanting night. Each time Nathan pulled out, leaving only the tip inside Katniss's vagina before thrusting back in fully, their pubic areas and hair stuck together. Nathan held Katniss's knees tightly, positioning her legs in an "M" shape, taking advantage of Katniss's flexibility from dancing. Her knees were almost reaching her chest due to Nathan's forceful movements, lifting her lower body and buttocks off the bed, positioning her hips higher than her upper body and head.
Both were breathing heavily, and Katniss's vaginal opening was fully dilated, emitting high-pitched, pleasurable moans. She no longer held back her moans, letting them resonate through the room. Fluids and white foam dripped from their union, landing on the blanket under Katniss's buttocks. It seemed like Katniss hadn't showered yet, as remnants of Nathan's first ejaculation were still inside her vagina. The remaining semen, mixed with the friction of Nathan's thrusts, turned into a foamy industrial waste-like substance.
The sound of their genital friction emanated from their connected bodies. As their hips separated, their sticky pubic hair parted, connecting with strands of love fluid, forming resilient threads that stretched with each of Nathan's thrusts but never broke.
Breathing heavily, Nathan tightly held Katniss's knees, his hips thrusting rapidly and evenly, his penis moving in and out of Katniss's vagina, creating a friction and impact sound. Katniss bit her lip, shaking her head and tossing her hair lightly, enduring Nathan's thrusts. Occasionally, she raised her hips high, matching Nathan's movements, their coordination seamless.
Both of them were covered in sweat, yet seemed to never tire, as if the pleasure they were experiencing was insatiable. At that moment, nothing else mattered except their intimate connection. An older man and a younger woman, with vast differences in age, appearance, status, and position, voluntarily engaged in the most intimate and intense union.
Watching them engage in intimacy once again, I continued to dial the phone, refusing to give up. However, it seemed like Katniss's phone was on silent mode in Nathan's bedroom. One hand holding the phone, the other operating the computer, I checked the real-time surveillance in our bedroom. Katniss's phone was placed on our bed, with the speaker on the back. The soft bed surface muffled the sound, preventing the phone's ringtone from reaching Katniss's ears through our bedroom door or Nathan's bedroom door.
"Honey, I love you, God bless you, may you have good health and strength; Honey, I love you, God bless you, may everything go well for you, we will never be apart." Katniss's phone ringtone continued to echo in our bedroom, playing the same song "Honey, I love you" that Katniss had set specifically for me, unchanged for many years. However, at this moment, the faint ringtone couldn't penetrate our bedroom door or Nathan's bedroom door to reach Katniss's ears.
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