Chapter 1542
Cynthia's eyes fluttered shut as she hooked her thong with her index finger, deftly using her middle finger to part her labia and slide into her wet vagina. Her fingers moved with practiced skill, her love juice quickly slicking her fingers. The velvety walls of her vagina pulsated with excitement, wrapping around her fingers.
Even at forty, her sex life with Edgar was still relatively satisfying, typically happening once or twice a week. Edgar's performance was adequate, generally fulfilling Cynthia's needs. Yet, like many middle-aged couples, after fifteen or twenty years together, sex had become as routine as eating or sleeping, stripped of the novelty and urgency of their early days.
She reminisced about their honeymoon, where they joined a tour group but spent the entire trip glued to each other, ignoring the guide’s explanations to seize every moment for intimacy. Hotel rooms, balconies, public restrooms, secluded corners of tourist spots—they left their passionate imprint everywhere. She even recalled giving Edgar a blowjob on the bus while everyone else slept, leaving the seatback sticky with semen. The memory was wild and exciting.
But now, their fiery passion had long faded, and sex had become routine. Cynthia felt a tinge of resignation, yet wasn't this the reality for most people?
"Oh yeah...this is...awesome!" Cynthia pressed her body firmly against the seat, her legs straining forward as her middle finger worked inside her wetness. Previously dormant desires surged, flooding her body. As her fingers moved, waves of pleasure radiated from her core, making her entire body tremble with excitement.
Desire engulfed her like a tempest, leaving her feeling weightless. Squinting, Cynthia's middle finger teased the upper wall of her vagina. Suddenly, her fingertip brushed a soft, spongy spot, and her body jolted as if struck by lightning. Her hips twisted violently in the seat, thighs clamping tighter, her feet slipping out of her high heels as her toes pressed against the front panel.
"Edgar...harder...make me come," Cynthia murmured, invoking her husband's name as if transported back to their honeymoon bus, where Edgar crouched beneath her, licking her eagerly. The waves of pleasure from her abdomen made her feel like she was in heaven, swiftly bringing her to climax. She collapsed in the seat, panting.
"Cynthia, does it feel good?" The man beneath her lifted his head, revealing Kevin's youthful, handsome face, his lips glistening with her juices.
"Oh fucking yes...don't stop...oh yes." Cynthia sat up with a start, realizing it was just a fantasy. Her heart pounded as she quickly adjusted her seat, slipped her feet back into her high heels, and wiped the wetness from her crotch with tissues from the armrest. She checked herself in a compact mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes watery, and her nipples were hard, rubbing against her bra.
What was happening to her?
Cynthia rolled down the car window, hoping the cool breeze would help her cool down. Yet, her body, still soft from the recent release, felt weak. She was surprised that Kevin had invaded her fantasy during her masturbation. It seemed absurd. It was all Edgar's fault for talking about Kevin licking feet, making her obsessed.
But Kevin did have qualities that women found attractive. He was tall, handsome, and more mature than most boys his age. Many boys thought smoking, drinking, and swearing made them appear grown-up, but to adults, it only highlighted their immaturity.
Although Cynthia hadn't interacted much with Kevin, his handling of her drunken incident had been impeccable. He arrived just in time to help her, booked a room for her to rest, and notified Edgar. Even an adult might not have been so considerate. In contrast, Edgar had turned a trivial matter into a big mess, forcing her to clean up after him.
Suddenly, Cynthia's phone buzzed. It was a message from Albert.
"Your dreamy eyes are the goddess of my dreams. The fresh air carries my gentle greeting and a soft kiss. Good morning, baby!"
Cynthia frowned. Albert had been texting her every morning, noon, and night, which was getting on her nerves. Did he really think this would win over a forty-year-old married woman? Even if she wanted to cheat, she wouldn't choose a teenager.
But Albert was her son's classmate, and his father was a big shot at the Department of Housing and Urban Development. They might need to interact in the future, so she couldn't be too harsh. She sent a smiley face and some encouraging words about studying, pretending not to understand his intentions.
Her panties and stockings were still damp, and the breeze made her mons pubis cold. Cynthia adjusted her skirt and decided to head home to change. She couldn't meet clients like this; it would be mortifying if they got the wrong idea.
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Edgar. She answered, "Hey, Edgar, what's going on? Are you at work?"
"Hey, the director spoke to me this morning," Edgar said, sounding low. "They want me to rotate to a township police station for a year."
"What? Why? Aren't you doing well at the office?" Cynthia asked anxiously. Being sent to a rural station was tough. A city station would be fine, but if it was somewhere remote like West Stream Town, he might not come home for weeks.
"I'm not sure. The director said it's the County Executive's decision. Every unit has to rotate to understand grassroots issues. I’ve got no choice," Edgar sighed. "Why would the County Executive care about this?"
"How should I know?" Cynthia's mood soured. She was busy with her small business and often needed to deal with clients. If Edgar left, she'd have to juggle taking care of their son and managing the business alone. She didn't trust sending Sean to boarding school.
"Do you think Kevin is behind this?" Edgar suddenly asked. "He might have pretended to forgive us but secretly complained to Daisy, causing trouble for me. He's so sneaky."
"That’s your fault. If Sean were beaten like that, how would you feel? Rotation is just the first step. Wait and see," Cynthia snapped, scolding Edgar. But she couldn’t just stand by and watch Edgar be sent to the countryside. She sighed, "Fine, I'll talk to Kevin. I don't believe he's that heartless."
"Thank you, dear," Edgar said. "If I can get out of this, I'll listen to you from now on. No matter what Kevin demands, just agree at first. I'll take care of the rest."
"Alright, we'll see," Cynthia replied, hanging up. Her heart was heavy. If Kevin was vengeful, her plea might fall on deaf ears. But she had to try.
Kevin hummed a tune as he strolled into the school. He spotted Kimberly checking students' attire at the entrance. She wore a beige plaid wool sweater and a denim skirt, with a white shirt underneath. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look both elegant and stylish. Her black ankle boots accentuated her tall, sexy figure, catching the eyes of parents dropping off their kids.
"Good morning, Ms. Rivera," Kevin greeted Kimberly with a grin.
Kimberly blushed and turned away, engaging in conversation with a student on duty.
Kevin scratched his head, feeling awkward. It seemed Kimberly was serious about keeping her distance. Well, with Alissa and Audrey around, he couldn't flirt with other teachers. After achieving his threesome and anal goals, his next step was to bring Grace into the mix for an unprecedented foursome!
Audrey, Alissa, and Grace were all voluptuous teachers, with either big butts or big breasts. Handling one was tough for most people, but he wanted to face all three at once. It would be a challenge to his stamina. Kevin thought he should train during the winter break to build up his strength.
Suddenly, he saw a girl reading on a bench under a tree, wearing a Winnie the Pooh hair clip. It was Laura.
Feeling mischievous, Kevin sneaked up and playfully slapped Laura's butt. It felt soft, and he wondered when Laura's butt had gotten so big.
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