Chapter 1345
"What are you doing?" Daisy feigned annoyance, rolling her eyes at Oliver. "Honestly, you're such a child sometimes. It's embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? I'm being affectionate with my wife. There's nothing wrong with that." Oliver's hand slid under her arm, cupping her breast, his thumb gently circling her nipple. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Besides, Laura's out like a light, isn't she? It's been ages… Come on, let's have some fun."
"Oh, Oliver…" Daisy giggled, a nervous flutter in her stomach. But beneath the surface, a disquieting memory stirred. Kevin's hands, so confident, so different from Oliver's tentative touch. A wave of resistance, unexpected and unwelcome, washed over her. She didn't want Oliver to touch her. The thought felt like a betrayal, a perversion. They were married, for crying out loud. "Let's… go to the bedroom," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
In the dim light of their bedroom, Oliver shed his clothes with an eagerness that bordered on desperation. He kissed Daisy hungrily, almost roughly, pulling her nightgown over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body.
"Lie down, honey. Let's try something new tonight." He guided her to the edge of the bed, his eyes tracing the outline of her full, rounded buttocks. But as he looked at her, an image of Audrey's long, lean figure flickered in his mind. For a brief, disorienting moment, the two women merged, and it was Audrey lying there, her eyes dark with desire, her voice a husky whisper. "Oliver… please…"
He reached for himself, positioning his erection at Daisy's entrance, took a deep breath, and thrust inside. She was wet, ready, her heat enveloping him. He gripped her hips, his cock pistoning in and out, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the quiet room.
"Oh… God… harder…" Daisy moaned, her voice breathy and soft. But even with Oliver deep inside her, a hollowness remained. A disconnect. Her body moved, but her mind wandered, replaying the memory of Kevin's touch, the weight of his body, the heat of his gaze. A slow, insidious warmth began to spread through her, a yearning for something… more.
Oliver, driven by weeks of abstinence, was lost in the moment. He pounded into her, his thrusts becoming increasingly frantic, desperate to lose himself in her warmth. She wasn't Audrey, not as adventurous, not as exciting, but she was his Daisy. He knew her body, its secrets, its responses.
But in the intimacy of their shared bed, a stark truth lay hidden. As their bodies intertwined, their minds were miles apart, each lost in a fantasy of another. Oliver's climax came quickly, a sharp cry escaping his lips as he shuddered, spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "Damn," he muttered, pulling out. "Three minutes. I'm a three-minute man now. Sorry, honey. Must be… tired."
Daisy sat up, wiping herself with a tissue, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. "Seriously? You need to get back in the gym."
"Yeah, yeah," Oliver agreed, his voice flat. He knew the power dynamic in their relationship. Daisy was the one in charge. Her family's influence was crucial to his position at Sunset Valley High. And that knowledge, that unspoken understanding, always cast a shadow over their intimacy.
"I'm going to shower," Daisy said, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom. As she caught her reflection in the mirror – still attractive, still desirable – the embers of desire, unquenched by her perfunctory lovemaking with Oliver, flickered to life. It was going to be a long, restless night.
The next evening, and every evening that followed, Kevin found himself invited to dinner at Daisy's. Audrey, swamped with work, was grateful for the help, oblivious to the dangerous undercurrents swirling beneath the surface of their domestic routine. Oliver was often present, the dinners tense and strained, the atmosphere only lightening after his departure. He couldn't help but notice the easy affection between Daisy and Kevin, the shared jokes, the knowing glances. It made him feel like an intruder in his own home.
After dinner, Daisy would lead Kevin to her bedroom, the titjob ritual becoming a nightly fixture. Kevin reveled in the attention, the forbidden intimacy, the thrill of pushing the boundaries. He'd come, coating her breasts with his semen, a tangible reminder of their secret transgression.
Daisy, initially hesitant, found herself drawn deeper into the illicit affair. She started wearing more revealing lingerie, teasing him with playful touches, her own desire growing with each passing night. But intercourse remained a line she wouldn't cross. It was her last vestige of control, her way of maintaining the illusion of fidelity, of motherhood.
Kevin, though tempted to push for more, understood the unspoken agreement. He knew he was treading dangerous ground, and he was content, for now, with the intimacy they shared.
Their secret became a shared source of excitement, a dangerous game played out under the watchful eyes of Laura. Kevin would deliberately brush against Daisy during dinner, his hand lingering on her thigh, her breast, the thrill heightened by Laura's obliviousness. As soon as Laura retreated to her room for the night, they'd slip away, eager for their nightly rendezvous.
One night, as Daisy sat naked on Kevin's lap, her breast nestled in his mouth, they heard footsteps approaching. Panic flared. Daisy scrambled to cover herself with a blanket, pulling Kevin down between her legs.
A knock. "Come in," Daisy called, her voice strained.
Laura entered, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Mom? Where's Kevin?"
"Oh, I just… needed to lie down. Kevin's… in the bathroom," Daisy stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "Weren't you practicing piano?"
"I'm not feeling it tonight," Laura mumbled.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you upset about something?" Daisy asked, genuinely concerned, but terrified of moving. Kevin was pressed against her, his body a burning brand against her skin. One wrong move and everything would be exposed.
"Nothing. Just… not in the mood," Laura repeated.
Daisy frowned, momentarily forgetting her precarious situation. She pulled Laura onto the bed, trying to comfort her. For Kevin, trapped between Daisy's legs, it was torture. His face was buried in her pubic hair, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He'd never been this close, this intimately connected. He couldn't resist. He darted his tongue out, tasting her, licking her sensitive folds.
A sharp gasp escaped Daisy's lips, a jolt of pleasure radiating through her. She clamped her thighs together, trying to restrain him.
But Kevin, emboldened by her involuntary response, continued his exploration, his tongue lapping at her, drinking in her sweetness.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Laura asked, her voice laced with concern. "Are you okay? Do you need me to call 911?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Daisy choked out, her body trembling with suppressed pleasure. She gripped the blanket, her knuckles white. "Just… go back to your room, honey. Finish your homework. I'll be fine."
"Okay…" Laura said, her voice still laced with worry. She got up and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Daisy waited until she was gone, then threw back the covers, releasing Kevin.
He looked up at her, a smug grin on his face. "Close call, huh?"
Daisy glared at him, her expression a mask of fury. She dressed quickly, her voice cold and sharp. "Kevin. What the hell do you think you were doing?"
Kevin's smile faltered.
"Do you think that's funny? Playing with me like that… in front of my daughter?"
The sheer rage in her voice sobered him. He finally understood the gravity of his actions, the recklessness, the sheer stupidity. He hung his head, shame burning his cheeks. "Daisy, I… I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"No, you weren't," Daisy said, her voice thick with disgust. "Kevin, I thought… I thought you were better than this. I was kind to you because I thought you cared for Laura, that you respected her feelings. Not… this. Have you even considered how devastated she would be if she knew?"
Kevin's face flushed crimson. "Daisy… I… I don't know what came over me. I just… I lost control."
"Lost control, or just didn't care?" Daisy scoffed. "Kevin, I would do anything for you, but I will not let you hurt my daughter. Get out. And don't come back."
"Daisy, I…" Kevin stammered, his voice choked with regret. He hadn't anticipated this, her absolute rejection. He'd pushed her too far, tested her limits, and now, he'd lost everything. He'd ruined it all.
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