Chapter 1429
Kevin stepped forward, embracing Audrey's delicate frame. He whispered, "Audrey, it’s me."
"You freaked me out. I thought it was…" Audrey glared at Kevin, feigning annoyance.
"Who else could it be?" Kevin's hands slid from Audrey's slender, soft waist to her voluptuous, round buttocks, gently kneading their fullness. He chuckled, "You weren’t mistaking me for Angus, were you?"
"Don’t talk nonsense. Director White would never do something so lewd." Audrey blushed, suddenly contemplating what she would have done if it had indeed been Angus.
"Well, he won’t, but I will." Kevin grinned, continuing to fondle Audrey's smooth, fragrant buttocks while pressing his erect penis against her vagina. His glans, covered only by Audrey's thin nightgown, lightly grazed her lush mons pubis, sending waves of excitement through him.
"Stop!" Audrey softly squirmed, her heated body responding to Kevin’s advances. Her vagina tingled from the contact with his penis. Panting, she pleaded, "Not tonight. You’ll have to hold on until we get back home tomorrow, okay?"
"I won't go all the way, just a bit of teasing," Kevin murmured, capturing Audrey's soft lips in a gentle kiss. Their lips and teeth softly collided, and Audrey, feeling aroused, parted her lips slightly, her tender tongue mingling with Kevin’s, gentle moans escaping her mouth.
Kevin suckled on Audrey's fragrant tongue for a moment, then reached to undo the buttons of her nightgown. Soon, her ample breasts, enclosed in a white lace bra, were exposed, creating a deep cleavage.
"What are you doing?" Audrey frowned slightly, attempting to refasten her nightgown. "What if Naomi walks in?"
"I just want a peek," Kevin replied, bringing his mouth to her lace-covered breasts, inhaling their intoxicating scent, licking the smooth skin. His fingers deftly unhooked her bra from the back, then pushed it aside, causing her large breasts to bounce free, their pink nipples standing erect, incredibly enticing.
"Oh, you’re terrible! Not again," Audrey exclaimed shyly, trying to cover her alluring chest. But Kevin was quicker, grabbing her ample breasts, kneading them vigorously, eliciting a mixture of reluctance and pleasure from her.
In the softly lit bathroom, Audrey’s nightgown fell open at the sides, her ample, firm breasts being kneaded and reshaped by Kevin’s large hands. Her delicate, flushed face radiated a blend of shyness and arousal, her breathing growing more rapid, giving her an irresistible allure.
Kevin’s hands moved skillfully, grasping her large breasts as if they were basketballs, his mouth latching onto one of her pink nipples, suckling forcefully. Audrey’s nipples, naturally petite like pink pearls, were now hard and swollen from Kevin’s attentions, the areolas slightly enlarged.
Audrey's G-cup breasts were the ultimate fantasy for many men—perfectly round, firm, and adorned with pink nipples. Their appearance, texture, and size were virtually flawless, especially for those with a penchant for large breasts.
Kevin was no exception. Teen boys often fantasized about mature women like Audrey, who possessed both a devilish body and an angelic face. Her role as a teacher only added a forbidden thrill. Every male student at Sunset Valley High dreamt of fondling and sucking on the cold, alluring teacher’s large breasts. Even the male teachers harbored desires for her, but it was Kevin who had successfully claimed her.
"Are you done? I want to go back to sleep," Audrey murmured, biting her lip as she endured the tingling pleasure Kevin’s actions brought. Despite the physical ecstasy of their encounters, she always felt a pang of guilt, a sense that this forbidden joy was fleeting and would one day exact a painful price.
She was not like Alissa, who could clearly separate physical pleasure from emotional attachment, enjoying the sensations of the body without involving her feelings. Alissa and Kevin maintained a strictly teacher-student relationship outside of their sexual encounters, but Audrey found it difficult to view Kevin merely as a partner for satisfying her desires. She often found herself attaching her emotions to him.
However, Kevin could never replace Jason as a husband. Even if she divorced Jason, that void could only be filled by another man. Her relationship with Kevin would always remain hidden, never to see the light of day.
"Audrey, help me," Kevin pleaded, his hands still exploring Audrey’s firm, ample breasts. In comparison to her G-cup size, Ally’s C-cup breasts seemed inconsequential.
"That’s really not possible," Audrey said firmly. She readjusted her bra, fastened her nightgown, and softly added, "It’s getting late. We have to get up early for school tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep."
"Alright," Kevin sighed. He watched Audrey retreat to the bedroom while he made his way to the sofa. As he lay there, images of various women—Audrey, Naomi, Ally, Maddy, and Jillie—flashed through his mind. He thought of Jillie’s voluptuous curves and struggled to fall asleep, wondering if Jillie had already forgotten about him.
Meanwhile, in an apartment across the street, Jillie was taking a shower. Under the soft bathroom light, her smooth, voluptuous body glistened. Her ample breasts, with dark areolas and plum-colored nipples, indicated the maturity of her figure. Below, her hips were full and sensuous, heavy with flesh.
She suddenly parted her lush, smooth thighs and gently touched her vagina. Beneath the dense pubic hair, her labia majora were still slightly swollen, and touching them caused a mild discomfort.
When she had returned home at noon, she felt exhausted and had gone straight to bed, deciding to abstain from sex with her husband until her vagina had healed. After all, their marital intimacy was infrequent, happening every couple of months, so her husband wouldn’t notice.
But today happened to be their wedding anniversary. When Jillie awoke, her husband had already prepared a lavish meal, and their son had been sent to his grandfather’s house so they could have a romantic evening alone. This put Jillie in a difficult spot. She had used the excuse of taking a shower to check on her condition, and it was worse than she had anticipated.
What was she to do? Normally, she could decline her husband’s advances by claiming she was too tired from teaching, but having slept all afternoon, combined with it being their anniversary, she could find no justifiable reason to refuse him.
"Darling, are you done yet? Hurry up, the food is getting cold," Jillie's husband called from outside the bathroom door just as she was deep in thought. "Yes, almost finished," Jillie replied. She turned off the shower, dried herself with a towel, put on her underwear and a cotton nightgown, and finally stepped out of the bathroom.
"Why did you take so long, dear? Come quickly," a middle-aged man in the dining room urged anxiously. It was the same man who had been talking with Angus in the yard earlier—Jillie’s husband, Luke, an official in the city’s education department’s communications office.
"I'm here," Jillie said as she approached the dining table. She saw that it was laden with all her favorite dishes, and a vase holding sixteen roses stood at the side—a symbol of their sixteen years of marriage. Luke had certainly put effort into this evening.
"Oh gosh. This is so lavish." Jillie scolded her husband. "You know I’m on a diet. I don’t even eat fruit at night."
"To us," Luke smiled, brimming with excitement. He poured himself a glass of red wine and, with a mysterious tone, added, "Director White called me in for a talk this afternoon. Guess what it was about?"
"Easy, it’s probably just more work for you," Jillie said indifferently. "Your communications department has so many people: leaders above you and regular staff below. You work so hard without any extra pay. It hardly seems worth it."
"You guessed wrong this time," Luke replied with a smug smile. "Director White wants me to take charge of the high school training section. Everything is already arranged and the announcement will likely be made tomorrow."
"Really?" Jillie was taken aback. Luke had been in his current position for over a decade, with several directors coming and going without any promotion. Angus had only been in office for a few months, and now her husband’s promotion seemed imminent. Although it was just taking charge for now, usually such arrangements became permanent within a year unless something unusual happened.
"Why would I lie to you?" Luke said, raising his glass and taking a sip of wine. He laughed softly, "When Director White first arrived, you told me not to get too close to him. And now, you see? I was the one with foresight."
"It's just a level up," Jillie said, though she was genuinely happy for Luke. Raising her glass with a smile, she added, "Congratulations." After their romantic candlelit dinner, Jillie got up to clear the dishes, but Luke slipped his arms around her from behind. His hands caressed her stomach as he whispered in her ear, "Forget about the dishes. Let's go to the bedroom. We're alone tonight, and it's been a long time since we've made love. Let's celebrate properly."
"Alright," Jillie replied, feeling a twinge of anxiety as Luke's hands touched her belly. She had been dreading this moment. She didn't want to refuse Luke's advances, but she wasn't fully recovered. Hesitantly, she said, "Luke, I'm a bit tired. Plus, I need to prepare for my class tomorrow. Can we reschedule? We've been married for so long; another day won’t hurt."
"You slept all afternoon," Luke countered. "I went in twice and didn't want to wake you." His fingers trailed up to gently knead Jillie's breasts, his arousal evident against her full hips. "Let's make it quick, no more than half an hour. It won't interfere with your lesson prep."
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