Chapter 1051 Lewd
Though they had been married for over three years, Kimberly and her husband had not yet reached the seven-year itch stage. However, lately, the frequency of intimacy between Kimberly and her husband was diminishing. Ever since that rough encounter with Grant, Kimberly seemed extremely averse to being close with her husband. Each time her husband's member entered her, she felt dry and uncomfortable. Despite this, Grant paid little attention to her discomfort, focusing solely on his own satisfaction. What was once a beautiful marital life had turned into a form of torment. Surprisingly, it was the encounters with Kevin that had brought her unprecedented satisfaction. Was fate playing a cruel joke on her?
Holly leaned in towards Kimberly and whispered, "Donna, how many times a week do you and your brother-in-law do it? My husband is insatiable nowadays, wanting it almost every night at home. I'm weary of it, fearing that he might damage me down there."
"Not ashamed to talk about such matters, are you?" Kimberly finally grew exasperated, giving Holly a sharp look. It was clear that Holly was not venting but rather showing off.
"What's there to be ashamed of? We are legally married, open and aboveboard. No need to fear being overheard," Holly said cheerfully. "Even if the police have broad authority, they can't control how many times we do it in a day." As an English teacher, Kimberly had a more liberal mindset, and Holly's young age made her even more outspoken. She could spin words of a lascivious nature, often making Kimberly feel out of touch with the younger generation.
"Enough, Holly. You stop boasting. I need to grade assignments. Find something else to do." Kimberly, feeling unsettled, did not wish to dwell on the topic further. Once Holly left, she discreetly parted her thighs, slipping her hand inside her skirt to touch the damp crotch of her pantyhose. Her arousal might have been triggered by Holly's remarks about her intimate life with her husband or thoughts of the passionate encounters with Kevin.
As she tried to refocus on grading, Darren, the head of the Foreign Language Research Room, entered the office. A man in his fifties, with a stocky build and a balding head, he habitually wore shirts, suits, ties, and doused himself in cheap cologne, irritating Kimberly's senses each time he came in.
"Holly, Kimberly, both of you are here," Darren chirped, a gleam in his pea-sized eyes. "My computer's acting up. Which one of you can help me with it?" Both Holly and Kimberly continued grading papers, paying Darren no mind. It wasn't that they didn't hear him, but Darren was known for his lackluster professional skills as the head of the department. Rumor had it that he was also a former student of the university, and worse still, he had a penchant for making advances towards female colleagues, taking advantage of them. The female teachers in the department couldn't stand him, but Darren's seniority and good relations with the vice principal kept him safe from explicit confrontation.
"Holly, why don't you give it a shot? You being young, you'd probably manage it," Darren prompted, being blatantly direct.
"Oh, Mr. Darren, I truly have no clue about computers," Holly refused, unwilling to endure a month of disgust after being pestered by him. "Besides, I have a class shortly."
"In that case, Kimberly, could you assist me?" Darren turned to Kimberly, who reluctantly rose to follow him to his office.
Darren's office was spacious, yet he had a habit of drawing the curtains, casting a dim shadow inside. The air carried an indescribable odor, making Kimberly cover her nose as she entered. Spotting the greasy chair where Darren sat, she wrinkled her brow, reluctant to sit. While she didn't have Audrey's cleanliness obsession, female teachers generally preferred cleanliness and shied away from seats they hadn't used before. Grabbing a stool, she sat by Darren's computer to check the issue. It turned out to be a simple matter of upgrading a media player software, which she promptly did, feeling agitated as she watched the progress bar crawl forward.
"Kimberly, how was your summer? Did you go out anywhere?" Darren stood beside Kimberly, lightly brushing his knee against her thigh veiled in silk stockings, relishing the smooth skin. His aroused member soon swelled. Among the female teachers in the English department, Kimberly stood out as the most charming, with a captivating figure that stirred primal urges. However, Kimberly's husband was protective, having caused disturbances at the school previously. Darren, though lusting after Kimberly, lacked the audacity to act on his desires. Now that Kimberly's husband was away, Darren felt renewed vivacity.
"Not particularly," Kimberly shifted slightly away from Darren, creating distance between their bodies. Her gaze fixed on the progress bar on the screen, eager to depart.
"Oh, what a shame. One should explore during breaks. I even took a trip to Somalia; the scenery there was truly captivating," Darren persisted, moving closer once again and brushing against Kimberly's silk-stockinged thigh. Leaning towards her face, he said with a smile, "Educators shouldn't just bury themselves in books. They should broaden their horizons. By the way, the school is planning an English teacher training in New York. If you're interested, I can sign you up."
"No, thank you, Mr. Darren," Kimberly felt Darren's warm breath on her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Coldly, she said, "Let Holly and the other young teachers go. I've already attended a training session before. No need to waste resources."
"Hehe, Kimberly, you are truly principled, admirable," Darren stole glances at the creamy cleavage exposed within Kimberly's blouse collar, the deep valley making his head spin. His blood pressure rose; being in his fifties, the stimulation of a young woman's body was challenging to control his emotions.
As Kimberly stared at the progress bar—50%, 60%, 90%, 91%—time seemed to drag on. Finally, when the media software finished downloading, she swiftly installed it and inadvertently opened a video window from the playlist—a video of a naked woman spreading her legs, revealing her wet privates. A man was kneeling before her, thrusting his tongue into her fleshy mound, causing slurping sounds. The close-up shot left nothing to the imagination, displaying every fold, crease, and hair in explicit detail. Kimberly froze. She had not expected to find such lewd content on Darren's computer. Flustered, she quickly closed the video, blushing, and rose to leave. However, her thigh accidentally bumped into the desk corner, eliciting a soft cry.
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