Chapter 192
I shook my head, feeling a bit disoriented at the moment, my brain sometimes unable to control my thoughts. Suppressing my mind, I continued reading for less than two minutes, finally finishing. With the physical urge gone, I instantly felt afraid. I quickly put on my clothes and ran to the bedroom. After running back to the bedroom, I closed the door and leaned against it, breathing. I didn't expect to have such courage tonight, maybe it was because of the alcohol. At this moment, I felt the alcohol kicking in again, my head spinning. Although red wine has a low alcohol content, it has a strong aftereffect.
The room was dark, with low visibility, and my bladder felt relieved. It was time to satisfy my desires. Under the influence of alcohol, I hazily got into bed and then slipped under the covers. My husband was sound asleep, not even accompanying me to the bathroom. I decided to play a trick on him, to seduce him, a woman seducing a man.
I took off my underwear, even suspecting if there was an aphrodisiac in the red wine. Tonight, my desire was very strong, perhaps because Kevin hadn't satisfied me in a long time, or maybe it was the scenario of the day that hadn't happened in a while. After undressing, I quickly and lightly reached into Kevin's pants, grabbing his hot and throbbing penis.
The hot and throbbing penis was already half-erect at this point. Alcohol has a stimulating effect on libido, for both men and women. It seemed that even though Kevin was sound asleep, he still had desires in his subconscious. With the added stimulation of his hot penis, my vagina became even wetter.
I climbed on top of my husband, although Simon was fast asleep, I couldn't make big movements. I didn't have any other unnecessary actions. I felt more hungry than ever before, especially in this unique scenario and in this unique way, seducing him.
I didn't completely take off Kevin's pants. I just pulled his underwear down to his thighs, exposing his penis. After that, I quickly and steadily straddled him, using one hand to spread my labia, and the other hand to guide Kevin's penis, rubbing his glans back and forth on my labia, smoothly. Slowly, I felt Kevin's penis getting harder and thicker in my dream. I was excited, and with the lubrication of my vagina, I slowly sat down on Kevin's penis. It was hot, comfortable, and fulfilling. It had been a long time since I felt this fulfilled. Under the influence of alcohol, I began to move up and down on Kevin's body, feeling his hot and fulfilling penis inside me.
I bit my lip to stifle any moans, so as not to wake up Simon next to me. However, throughout the whole experience, I felt something strange, but couldn't quite pinpoint it. My brain was hazy, completely controlled by desire. People are slow to react after drinking alcohol. After moving on Kevin for a few minutes, I was visited by my first climax. I felt tingling sensations all over my body, extremely comfortable.
I sat steadily on Kevin's body, feeling the afterglow of the climax. It was really strange this time, as I climaxed quickly, unlike before when Kevin ejaculated. I rarely climaxed. My hands were on either side of Kevin's body, his erect and hard penis still inside my vagina.
As the climax subsided, my brain cleared up a lot. It was strange that Kevin didn't ejaculate, and why did he feel so strong and robust tonight? And why did his lips have so much stubble? Wait, strong, stubble? My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
No wonder everything felt so abnormal, so familiar. I held my breath, then moved my lips away from Kevin's, and picked up the phone from the bedside table. Using the phone's dim light, I looked at the person I thought was Kevin all along. My mind went blank, I rubbed my eyes hard, then confirmed again.
The man beneath me was not my husband, but Nathan. In the dim light from the phone, I realized I wasn't in mine and Kevin's room, but in Nathan's room. This shock made me instantly more alert. I tried to recall what had just happened, finding it hard to believe.
After relieving myself outside, in a state of fear, I ran back desperately, still intoxicated and absent-minded. Following my past habits, I ended up in Nathan's room instead of Kevin's. In the past, when Kevin and I visited Nathan's house, we would chat and eat in Nathan's bedroom, so I rarely entered the other bedroom. Therefore, compared to the two bedrooms, I was most familiar with Nathan's room. Under the influence of fear and desire, I had unknowingly stumbled into Nathan's room.
Nathan was wearing pajamas, while my husband, not having brought any, was in his underwear. These anomalies, under the influence of alcohol and desire, were all overlooked by me. Most importantly, Nathan and Kevin had significant size differences, which I had failed to notice. Over the past year, I had been intimate with Nathan countless times, becoming very familiar with his body. I didn't feel any strangeness, so I didn't realize the anomaly.
I wondered why I climaxed so quickly tonight, and why his penis felt so hot and thick. As these thoughts dawned on me, I looked down at my lower body. Since Nathan hadn't ejaculated yet, his rock-hard member was still deeply embedded in my vagina. The climax had faded away. With my desire reignited by Nathan's fulfilling penis, my body trembled uncontrollably. I wanted to continue moving up and down, to climax again and again. Nathan's body had always been on my mind during this time, and now his penis had unintentionally entered my vagina again, and I still felt so comfortable, not forgetting it over time.
As I hesitated, I suddenly remembered my promises to Kevin, to our future life, the debts I owed him, and the promises to make it up to him. I remembered the efforts we had put into preparing for our second child. If I had been inseminated by Nathan just now, I would have to take emergency contraception again. Thankfully, Nathan hadn't ejaculated, and given his age, even if he had, the chances of pregnancy were slim. I had nothing to worry about, luckily catching the mistake early before it turned into a disaster. It had only been about ten minutes since I left the room to relieve myself, so I needed to hurry back to the bedroom.
I dressed quickly, silently opened Nathan's bedroom door, took a few deep breaths in the hallway, then opened the door to mine and Kevin's room. I slowly lay down on the bed, confirming it was Kevin in the room, fast asleep. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards him. If he hadn't been sleeping so soundly, this mix-up wouldn't have happened, and his wife wouldn't have been violated by his father again.
This incident was truly an accident, but it served as a wake-up call for me. Thankfully, both Nathan and Kevin were heavily intoxicated and fast asleep. Otherwise, it would have been a real mess, and hard to explain later. This incomplete intimacy with Nathan marked the end of my affair, and from now on, I had to be extremely careful to prevent such incidents from happening again. I needed to focus on loving Kevin, our children, and our home.
After reading this journal entry, my thoughts turned to memories. After reading Katniss's account, I realized it matched the events of that night. I then remembered that I had only heard Nathan's bedroom door close once that night, not a second time. If Nathan had gone out to relieve himself and returned, the door should have made a sound again. I hadn't noticed this anomaly at the time.
Looking back now, Katniss had gone out to relieve herself, returned after two minutes, and mistakenly walked into Nathan's room in a daze. This explained why I heard the noise from Nathan's room, and why it didn't happen again when Katniss returned. It was only after about ten minutes that Katniss came back, sneaking out of Nathan's room. It was during this ten-minute period that, unknowingly, Katniss had engaged in an incomplete intimacy with Nathan.
I checked the date of Nathan's birthday on my phone calendar, then compared it to Olivia's birthdate. I realized that the night with Nathan was roughly around the time Katniss got pregnant. Katniss had been so confident, thinking she didn't need to take emergency contraception since there was no ejaculation. What she didn't know was that even without ejaculation, during intercourse, the pre-ejaculate from the glans contains a small amount of sperm, which is why withdrawal method contraception often fails. Before Katniss had the IUD inserted after Simon's birth, she always insisted on using condoms with me. However, I didn't like using condoms and lied to her that withdrawal method was safe. During the year when Katniss didn't have the IUD, I always used the withdrawal method, and surprisingly, there were no accidental pregnancies. This inadvertently led Katniss to believe that as long as there was no ejaculation, there was no risk of pregnancy.
After reading this journal entry, everything became clear. I couldn't believe that in just those ten minutes, and with Nathan not ejaculating, and in the least fertile position of woman on top, Katniss had conceived Nathan's child, Olivia. It seemed that during that time, I had already become infertile. Otherwise, after all my efforts over those days, I wouldn't have been outcompeted by Nathan in just one incomplete night.
Was it fate? Such a low probability, such a coincidence, and yet I experienced it. Could I blame Katniss? Could I blame Nathan? Could I blame Olivia? Who should I blame? I should blame myself the most. Glancing at the time, there was less than ten minutes before they returned. I was torn, but before long, my phone on the desk rang. It was Jennifer calling.
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