Chapter 1553
"Honey, what's with the gloomy vibe today? Come on." Edgar roughly pushed Cynthia onto the bed, his large frame making it hard for her to breathe. Her wrist twisted uncomfortably as she grumbled, "Edgar, what's gotten into you? I already told you I'm not in the mood. Can't you just respect that? I really don't feel like being intimate right now."
"You're my wife. I get to decide." Edgar spread Cynthia's legs, eyeing her lower body. He slid his fingers inside her a few times, then pulled them out to show her wetness, taunting, "You say you're not up for this, then what's this? You women are so confusing."
"Edgar, you're such a jerk!" Cynthia fumed. She tried to squirm out of his grip, but he held her thighs firmly. Soon, she winced as Edgar forcefully entered her vagina.
"No! Stop!" Despite some wetness, she wasn't adequately lubricated. Edgar thrust too forcefully, causing immediate pain as he entered her roughly, without any care. Her sensitive walls were rubbed raw, bringing tears to her eyes.
"You're so tight, babe. You don't seem like you've had a kid." Edgar gripped Cynthia's thighs and pushed against her, feeling her tightness around him, igniting his desire. Oblivious to Cynthia's discomfort, he thrust harder.
Cynthia turned her head silently, tears streaming down her face and soaking the pillow. Even though it was her husband, she felt deeply humiliated, as if she were being violated by a stranger.
In the past, Edgar had always been impatient during intimacy, never waiting for her love juice or considering her feelings. Cynthia used to excuse it, thinking it was just his impatience as a law enforcement officer, but now she saw her mistake. Even Kevin, a teenager, would have shown more care seeing her cry than Edgar did. To Edgar, she was just an object of desire, not someone to be cherished.
"You're so tight inside," Edgar grunted, thrusting vigorously before collapsing on Cynthia's chest, biting and sucking on her breasts. His dick throbbed, and soon he climaxed.
Cynthia shut her eyes, enduring Edgar's aggressive advances. Once he rolled over and dozed off, she opened her eyes to the sound of his snores. Feeling a deep sense of emptiness, she got up, threw on a nightgown, and left the bedroom. She hurried to the bathroom and stared at her disheveled, expressionless reflection in the mirror. A cold smile touched her lips, signaling a shift in her mindset. From that moment on, she vowed to live for herself and her son Sean, no longer giving a second thought to the heartless Edgar.
"Mom, what's up?" Sean appeared at the bathroom door, surprised to find Cynthia silently shedding tears. "Oh, nothing, sweetie." Cynthia quickly wiped away her tears, forcing a smile. "Sean, did you finish your homework?"
"Yep, all set." Sean came closer, whispering, "Mom, why are you crying? Did Dad do something? I thought I heard you guys arguing in the bedroom."
"No, we were just..." Cynthia blushed, struggling to explain to Sean. "Um, your dad and I were just... working out. Did we disturb you?"
"Mom, with your figure, who needs exercise?" Sean admired Cynthia's silhouette under the bathroom light, visible through her thin nightgown. "You're almost as stunning as Ms. Johnson."
"Looks like you've got eyes only for Audrey, not me." Cynthia teased, feeling a bit defeated. Despite maintaining a better physique than most women her age, being in her forties made her feel less appealing compared to the younger Audrey, especially with her assets. "It's not the same," Sean chuckled. "By the way, Mom, how’s the class transfer going?"
"I'm talking to Audrey about it. Just hang in there a bit longer, okay?" Cynthia sighed. "Sean, your current teacher is good too. Maybe you shouldn't switch after all."
"No, I have to switch. I can't focus in any class except Ms. Johnson's," Sean insisted. "Okay, don't worry. I'll figure something out," Cynthia replied, noting Sean's determination and realizing she had to concede. She thought she might need Kevin's help, which meant meeting his demands again. She just hoped titjob would suffice. Sean smirked, unaware of the lengths Cynthia was willing to go to fulfill his wishes. Once Sean left, Cynthia swiftly cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. She glanced at Edgar, who was snoring loudly beside her, but sleep eluded her. Her mind kept replaying the scene at Kevin's place—how Kevin had parted her thighs and pleasured her. Despite feeling humiliated then, reminiscing now stirred a strange excitement within her. Kevin's dick was more mature, thicker, and longer than Edgar's. She pondered how it would have felt if she had let him go further, imagining her limits being tested.
Lost in her thoughts, Cynthia felt her body warming up. Waves of pleasure tingled through her, igniting love juice.
Truthfully, her encounter with Edgar had left her unsatisfied. It paled in comparison to the intense pleasure Kevin had brought her with his tongue. It was embarrassing for a woman in her forties to climax with a man over twenty years her junior.
Cynthia typically dressed chic and alluring for work to attract clients for her cosmetics business. Yet, deep down, she was a traditional and modest woman. She had faced unethical clients offering business help in exchange for a night with her. Many women in direct sales expanded their markets this way, but Cynthia had never stooped to such levels. She believed in maintaining a boundary between business and personal life, refusing to compromise her integrity for money or betray her husband.
However, tonight, she had crossed a line. While she hadn't allowed Kevin to go all the way, engaging in a foot job, blow job, and nearly having titjob were actions unbecoming of a married woman. The worst part was that she had willingly gone along, not because Kevin had coerced her. What had come over her? Cynthia stole a glance at Edgar sleeping beside her, then quietly slid her hand under her nightgown. Gently teasing her labia and clitoris with her fingers, she felt a surge of heat building in her lower body. Her vagina grew warm, her temperature rising, causing her face to flush and sweat to form on her forehead. Pushing the blanket aside, she exposed her lower body to the cool air. Biting her lip, she slowly inserted her slender index finger into her already moist vagina, finding it slick and slippery inside.
In the dark bedroom, soft moans filled the air as Cynthia closed her eyes, lips slightly parted, fingers moving in and out of her vagina, soothing her growing desire. Yet, her fingers couldn't compare to the girth of a man, failing to fully satisfy her or provide the intense heat she yearned for. Instead, her vagina grew more restless.
Suddenly, Kevin's long, thick dick materialized in her mind, erect and throbbing with heat. "Cynthia, I want to be with you," Kevin's voice echoed in her ears, dripping with desire. "Can I join you?"
"Kevin....fuck me...I want you." Cynthia's moans became more urgent as her fingers quickened their pace. She wasn't naturally inclined to be promiscuous, but Kevin's presence lingered in her thoughts, refusing to fade away.
"No, Cynthia," she chastised herself. Regardless of Kevin's size, it was irrelevant. She was a wife and a mother and couldn't succumb to her desires or engage in any immoral acts. The consequences would be devastating and could result in social ostracism.
Yet, her body's instincts drove her fingers deeper. Cynthia spread her thighs, revealing her full mons pubis, reminiscent of the position she had assumed on Kevin's couch that night. Her fingers moved with fervor.
Finally, the flood of desire overwhelmed her reason. Vaginal fluid gushed out, instantly wetting her fingers. Her hips arched, thighs tensed, but she refrained from making a sound to avoid waking Edgar. Clenching her teeth, she endured the indescribable pleasure of orgasm, her mind filled with Kevin's captivating smile. "Cynthia, I want to be with you."
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