Chapter 1559
"No...Kevin...not here!" Cynthia was taken aback by Kevin's sudden request once they got home. She bit her lip and said, "Kevin, Edgar’s upstairs. It wouldn't be cool if he caught us."
But when she mentioned Edgar, Kevin seemed even more excited. His cock pressed hard against his pants as he slid his hand onto Cynthia's backside, touching her through the tight stockings, teasing her, making her even more aroused.
"No way, not here. This is totally the wrong place," Cynthia was startled. They were right in front of the balcony, where Edgar could easily spot them if he glanced down. She hurriedly shut the car door, grabbed Kevin's hand to stop him, and gasped, "Kevin, please, not now. Let's save it for another time."
"If we wait, I'll lose interest," Kevin said, eyeing Cynthia's pleading look. He felt a bit sorry, but the thought of Sean causing trouble again by bothering Audrey made him mad. If a kid messes up, shouldn't the mom accept the consequences? "Cynthia, maybe I should just head home. Wasn't really hungry for dinner anyway."
"Kevin, hold on," Cynthia said quickly as she saw Kevin about to leave the car. "Can I give you a hand job?"
"Sure," Kevin agreed, not wanting to push Cynthia too much.
Cynthia reclined the passenger seat, allowing Kevin to half-lie on the backrest. She unzipped Kevin's pants, and his thick, hard dick popped out, making her blush and her heart race. She peeked outside the car. Most folks in the neighborhood were already home, and it was dark. Unless someone pressed against the car window, they wouldn't see inside clearly. She pulled down Kevin's underwear, grabbed his hot member, feeling its size compared to Edgar's, and began stroking it.
As Cynthia skillfully moved her hand, the head kept peeking out, and the veins were visible.
"Oh yeah...that turns me on," Kevin panted, enjoying Cynthia's skilled touch. Knowing Edgar was blissfully unaware that his wife was pleasuring another man downstairs made Kevin feel a thrill greater than any dinner. He couldn't resist reaching into Cynthia's cleavage, grabbing a breast. Her muffled moans gave him a sense of triumph.
Though Cynthia tried her best to help Kevin finish, his endurance was formidable. While most guys might have climaxed by now, Kevin's performance was unyielding. His sizable member could last over ten minutes even with a pro like Natalie. The only thing that consistently sped him up was Audrey's remarkable breasts. Once those two ample, bouncy breasts enveloped him and got moving, waves of pleasure would wash over him, bringing him to climax within minutes.
After a while, Cynthia's wrist started to ache, but Kevin's dick remained steadfast, showing no sign of release. Thinking about Edgar waiting upstairs, she reluctantly said, "Kevin, if you need to finish, go ahead. Holding it in isn't good for you."
"Cynthia, I'm not holding back. Maybe this just isn't doing it," Kevin chuckled, teasing Cynthia's erect nipple. "How about you give me a foot job?"
Cynthia stroked a bit more, then blushing, she kicked off her heels, slid her black-stockinged thighs under Kevin's crotch, and used her smooth feet to grip his hot dick, rubbing it. The heat through the stockings sent a rush of warmth through her, her vagina tingling intensely, and her muscles contracting instinctively. Wetness seeped out, dampening her stockings.
"Cynthia, you're driving me wild!" Kevin watched as Cynthia's toes rubbed his glans, her soles gripped his cock, and her heels bumped against his testicles. Every part of his member reveled in the foot job. He lifted his hips, letting his dick slide between Cynthia's arches, immersed in the escalating pleasure.
Feeling Kevin's giant penis through her stockings, Cynthia imagined how it would feel to have him inside her compared to Edgar. Her body warmed, her thighs weak, only able to move up and down, stimulating Kevin. "Cynthia, your feet feel incredible. I can't hold it!" The foot job was more intense than the hand job. Kevin groaned, ejaculating onto the car roof and Cynthia's stockings, looking provocative.
Cynthia swiftly pulled back her legs, grabbed tissues from the armrest, wiped the sticky semen off her stockings, and cleaned the car roof. The scent of blooming gardenias filled the car. She sprayed air freshener, considering she sometimes had to drive her son, Sean, and didn't want any odd smells.
"Can you help me clean up here too, Cynthia?" Kevin lounged back, savoring the aftermath. He found Cynthia's foot job more thrilling than Audrey's, maybe because he hadn't been intimate with Cynthia yet, making it fresher and more exciting.
Seeing Kevin still aroused after climax, Cynthia blushed. She took wet wipes from her bag and carefully cleaned him, even pulling back the foreskin. Kevin's youthful member didn't have the same odor as an adult's, exuding a vitality that made Cynthia's heart race. She couldn't resist kissing his glans.
"Kevin, does my cock taste good?" Kevin teased, enjoying the ambiguity in their relationship. The thrill of closeness yet distance was enticing. Once they crossed that line, it might lose its allure.
His encounters with various women were impulsive. He hadn't repeated those activities with them. With Audrey, Alissa, Grace, Daisy, and Natalie, he had willing partners fulfilling his fantasies.
"Oh!" Cynthia realized her boldness and quickly let go, her face flushed. She looked at Kevin with a hint of sadness. "Kevin, you won't judge me, right? I'm not like that. Besides Edgar, you're the only one. If you weren't uncomfortable, I wouldn't have helped you yesterday."
Seeing Cynthia's teary eyes, Kevin softened. He sat up, took her hand, and said, "Cynthia, I would never judge you. I appreciate your help. I'll handle things with Edgar. I won't cause any trouble for him."
"Thanks, Kevin." Cynthia relaxed upon hearing his reassurance. Her tear-filled eyes met his, and she blushed even more. Gently placing Kevin's hand on her black-stockinged thigh, she whispered, "You like touching my legs, huh? Feel free to caress them however you want. I have plenty of stockings at home; I can wear them often for you and give you foot jobs like earlier."
Initially helping Kevin with a foot job out of necessity, Cynthia now seemed to enjoy it. The sense of sacrifice and humiliation had diminished. If maintaining a stable relationship with Kevin through foot jobs was an option, she was willing. After all, it was just a few pairs of stockings.
Kevin caressed Cynthia's smooth, delicate legs in the stockings, enjoying their fullness and softness. He thought it wasn't a bad deal. He didn't need to have sex with every attractive woman he met. Having intimate moments with a married woman like Cynthia was intriguing. A full-blown relationship with her might lose its novelty.
As night fell, Cynthia extended her enticing black-stockinged legs for Kevin to touch. The atmosphere in the car grew ambiguous and romantic. Suddenly, the phone rang, startling them both. It was Cynthia's husband, Edgar, calling.
"Hey, why aren't you home yet?" Edgar's impatient voice came through the phone.
"Oh, I was picking up Kevin. We just got here and will be up soon," Cynthia quickly pulled back her thighs and adjusted her skirt.
"Hurry up," Edgar said from the balcony, spotting Cynthia's car in the yard, unaware of her recent activities with Kevin.
Blushing, Cynthia hung up, got out of the car, checked her appearance, and headed upstairs. She feared Edgar noticing anything amiss but couldn't deny the thrill of a secret rendezvous behind her husband's back.
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