Chapter 1093 What's Wrong with You?
Maurice's body and mind were both in turmoil, unable to fall asleep for a long time. It was unknown how long it took for her to finally drift off, only to hear in her dreams as if her husband had returned home. He embraced her with fervent kisses and caresses, to her surprise, yet she couldn't help but respond in kind.
"My dear, you've missed me," Armando gasped as he removed her nightgown, taking hold of her large breasts and kneading them vigorously. Meanwhile, Maurice reached for her husband's manhood, which seemed even more fervent and rigid than usual. She couldn't resist saying, "Darling, come inside."
Armando parted his wife's thighs and thrust his thick, long manhood into her moistened vagina in one go. The glans parted her lips and pushed deep into her vagina, swiftly reaching the entrance of her cervix. The tingling sensation spread instantly throughout her body, as her arousal brought forth more lubrication, moistening the man's fiery manhood. His thick, long shaft ravaged her delicate vagina with brute force and dominance.
"My love, with more strength," Maurice exhaled with immense satisfaction and a hint of surprise. Her husband had previously struggled with intimacy, rushing through their encounters hastily. Yet today, he displayed exceptional vigor, providing her with an immensely gratifying experience—a long-awaited taste of passion. Maurice couldn't help but clasp her husband's waist with her ample thighs, her vagina pulsating and contracting. The layers of folds wrapped around the large glans continued to squeeze and rub, intensifying the pleasure to the point of near euphoria.
"Mrs. Maurice, your embrace feels so comforting," Kevin suddenly panted in her ear. Maurice was taken aback and turned her head to see her husband now transformed into Kevin, fervently engaging with her. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she urgently pleaded, "Kevin, we must stop. You have to withdraw."
"Mrs. Maurice, Mr. Armando is not home, so let me stand in for him," Kevin persisted in his vigorous thrusts. His youthful, fiery, and rigid manhood relentlessly collided within the mature lady's vagina, their pelvises meeting Maurice's voluptuous buttocks. Her labia parted further, causing Maurice's lower body to feel full and swollen, engulfed in a flood of pleasure, akin to being embraced by the sun, on the verge of melting away.
Suddenly, Kevin firmly grasped Maurice's breasts and intensified his movements. Maurice quickly realized that Kevin was nearing climax and urgently said, "Kevin, you must not release inside. Withdraw quickly." She attempted to shake her ample buttocks forcefully to dislodge the young man's manhood.
But it was too late. With a roar, Kevin deeply penetrated Maurice's cervix, his manhood pulsating vigorously as he ejaculated, releasing a scalding surge of semen into the governor's wife's womb. Maurice felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, her pores opening up as she let out an incredibly poignant cry. At the same time, the bedroom door burst open, revealing Armando standing at the doorway, his face grim as he beheld his wife engaged in passionate union with another man, sternly remarking, "Maurice, look at what you've done!"
"Husband, please listen to my explanation, it's not what you think," Maurice exclaimed in shock, attempting to rise and clarify matters. However, Kevin's manhood remained inside her, rendering her powerless to get up. As she watched her husband turn and walk away, she felt a mix of anxiety and urgency. Awakening suddenly, she realized it was all but a dream.
Maurice sighed deeply, soaking in sweat, one shoulder strap of her nightgown slipping down to reveal half of her bosom, her lower body damp. Her hand reached down to find her underwear soaked, the memory of being penetrated and thrusted by Kevin's robust manhood still tingling.
What has come over me? Maurice felt perturbed, glancing at Kevin sleeping soundly on the floor. He lay sprawled, a towel kicked to his feet, exposing his hairy thighs. His deep blue cotton boxers encased a bulging mass, his fully developed manhood resilient even under the fabric's constraints, exuding vitality and remarkable hardness.
Even for a mature woman like Maurice, witnessing such a display of masculine features stirred a ripple within her. Yet reason once again prevailed as she averted her gaze, silently rising and making her way to the wardrobe. Retrieving a clean pair of underwear from a drawer, her ankle, once twisted, now felt normal. She entered the bathroom, discarding the damp underwear and donning a fresh pair.
Observing her flushed reflection in the mirror, Maurice sighed softly before returning to bed. Sleep eluded her, prompting her to switch on the bedside lamp, picking up a copy of the historical records her husband often perused. However, her mind was filled with lascivious scenes of passion, prompting her to set down the book in frustration. She scolded herself for being so impulsive at her age, chiding her husband silently for not being present that night, preventing the entanglement with Kevin and its ensuing troubles.
Of course, she understood her husband's current role as the governor came with increased power and responsibilities, often leaving him with little choice. Her initial choice of Armando was driven by his ambition, unlike other men who seemed lackluster. Yet human nature is inherently greedy; despite her husband's success, she wished he could spend more time by her side.
Despite her own desires, betraying her husband was out of the question. Nearly two decades of marriage to Armando had been characterized by stability and mutual respect. Armando conducted himself uprightly, never once transgressing against Maurice. At home, he was caring to his wife and daughter, fulfilling his duties as a devoted father and husband. Maurice would never do anything to betray her husband.
Glancing toward the foot of the bed, Kevin continued to slumber soundly, leaving Maurice somewhat resigned. His presence had disrupted her peace, yet he remained undisturbed in his sleep. Such was the nature of children—simple in their needs: eating when hungry, sleeping when tired. In contrast, her daughter Fiona was a peculiar case, exceptionally mature for her young age, her thoughts far more advanced than those of her peers. Even Maurice, as a mother, found it challenging at times to fathom her daughter's mentality.
Inviting Kevin over frequently was a means for Maurice to indirectly understand her daughter's perspectives. After all, Kevin and her daughter shared a similar age, enabling them to communicate more effectively. Kevin, tall and handsome with clear features, elicited a favorable impression not only from her daughter but also from herself. She found certain similarities between the young man and her husband Armando—devoid of malicious intent, yet far from being reserved, providing a sense of security.
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