Chapter 1560
As they made their way upstairs, Kevin eyed the long corridor with curiosity. It was his first time in such a building, and it felt pretty unique. The corridor was cluttered with bicycles and various items, almost like a flea market.
Cynthia's neighbors on both sides had already moved out. She had shelled out twenty grand to buy both adjoining houses, knocked down the walls, and spent another hundred grand on renovations. From the outside, it didn't look like much, but inside, it boasted nearly two thousand square feet of living space, with four bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. It might not be as grand as Natalie's mansion, but it was definitely a step up from what most cops at the Harmony County Police Department had.
"Kevin, come on in and relax," Edgar greeted them warmly as they entered, flashing a big smile and enthusiastically welcoming Kevin.
Cynthia handed Kevin some slippers and said with a charming smile, "Edgar, why don't you keep Kevin company in the living room? I'll whip up dinner in the kitchen. It'll be ready soon." With that, she headed into the bedroom to change.
Edgar was a bit old-fashioned and never set foot in the kitchen at home. Cooking, laundry, and housekeeping were mainly Cynthia's responsibilities. Sometimes, when she was busy, she'd hire a maid, and if she didn't feel like cooking, they'd grab a bite at a nearby restaurant. The police department had a staff canteen, and Edgar pretty much had all his meals there, not adding to Cynthia's workload. She only had to take care of their son Sean's daily needs.
Kevin and Edgar settled on the couch. After a few pleasantries, Edgar found himself at a loss for words, feeling a bit awkward. In his forties, a cop at the Harmony County Police Department, and a respected figure, he couldn't exactly shoot the breeze with a teenager. The main reason Kevin was invited for dinner was his connection with Daisy and Mark.
"Kevin, how did you and Daisy meet?" Edgar asked with a smile, trying to gauge Kevin's relationship with Daisy and figure out how to treat him. Deep down, he still looked down on Kevin. If it weren't for Daisy's influence, he would have had him in cuffs long ago. Inviting him over for dinner was out of the question.
"Oh, Daisy's daughter and I go to school together," Kevin explained.
"I see," Edgar mused. Could Kevin be dating Daisy's daughter? If so, he'd be Daisy's future son-in-law. No wonder Daisy was backing Kevin. Edgar's smile widened at the thought. If he could win Kevin over, he might even secure Daisy's support in the future. After all, Malcolm's influence in the police system was considerable.
Kevin noticed Edgar's overly polite demeanor but brushed it off. As long as Cynthia treated him well, Edgar's attitude didn't bother him.
A while later, Cynthia brought out dinner. She had prepared filet mignon, boiled jumbo shrimp, pan-fried sausages, and spaghetti, all looking delicious.
As they sat down, Cynthia smiled at Kevin and said, "Kevin, welcome to our humble abode. Edgar's a bit gruff and not the best with words. Let me raise a toast on his behalf. Here's to hoping you'll grace us with your presence more often." With that, she poured Kevin half a glass of wine and filled her own.
Feeling a bit awkward, Kevin said, "Cynthia, I don't drink."
Edgar chuckled, "Aw, come on, wine's no big deal. It's just a drink. How about this?" He shook the whiskey in his hand. "This is what real men drink. If you're a man, you should give it a shot. Are you up for it?"
"Edgar, ease up," Cynthia scolded him with a look. Edgar was displaying his usual habits at the dinner table. She gently said to Kevin, "Kevin, this wine isn't too strong, and it's quite pleasant. Just a little sip. Here, I'll go first, take it slow." With that, she raised her glass, downed all the wine, and shook the empty glass.
Touched by Cynthia's warm gesture, Kevin reluctantly picked up the glass and took a sip. It tasted bitter, much harsher than a soft drink. He couldn't help but grimace and say, "Not my thing."
Eager to test Kevin, Edgar poured himself a full glass of red wine and boldly declared, "Come on, Kevin, let's have a drink. Whoever chickens out is a wimp." With that, he downed the glass of wine in one go. Kevin cursed under his breath, but Edgar's taunting pushed him to impulsively down the wine, only to start coughing from being caught off guard. "Here, Kevin, have some food," Cynthia swiftly handed him a sausage, shooting Edgar a fierce look. Edgar always got carried away at the dinner table, not caring who he drank with. His lack of control when drinking had kept him stagnant in his career for years.
Getting up once more, Cynthia grabbed a can of cola, mixing it with some wine for Kevin to make it more palatable. They had a few more drinks, and with half a bottle of wine in him, Edgar's gaze began to wander, his words slurring. He started bragging about his accomplishments and began badmouthing the police department's leadership.
Meanwhile, Cynthia had downed three large glasses of wine, her cheeks flushed, looking even more captivating. Her eyes were watery and enticing, causing Kevin's heart to race. Glancing down, he noticed Cynthia's smooth, slender thighs peeking out from under her nightgown. Yielding to temptation, he discreetly reached out and began caressing her soft, round thighs.
Cynthia couldn't help but shiver as she looked up at Kevin, a mix of nervousness and sadness in her eyes. She hadn't anticipated Kevin being so forward as to flirt with her in front of her husband. She didn't dare to pull away, afraid of arousing Edgar's suspicions. She had to stay composed and let Kevin explore her long, smooth thighs. However, Kevin's touch felt scorching, like a furnace. Each stroke sent a wave of heat down her thigh, causing a tingling sensation in her groin.
As Edgar rambled on, Kevin continued to stroke Cynthia's thigh, relishing the silky, soft feel and the rush of excitement. The thrill of toying with another man's wife right in front of him was electrifying.
Completely inebriated, Edgar patted Kevin on the shoulder, saying, "Kevin, we're buddies now. I'm thrilled we crossed paths today. Consider this place your second home. No need to be reserved around me."
Hearing Edgar's words, Kevin almost burst out laughing. Shyness was the last thing on his mind, especially as he was currently exploring his wife's thigh. With a mischievous grin, Kevin glanced at Cynthia and remarked, "Edgar, I had a blast at dinner tonight. Cynthia really outdid herself." While speaking, he continued caressing Cynthia's smooth, tender thighs.
"Make yourself at home, Kevin. Just tell Cynthia what you want to eat next time, and she'll whip it up for you," Edgar remarked, pleased with Kevin's respect. "Cynthia's got some serious skills in the kitchen."
Kevin chuckled and turned to Cynthia, saying, "Cynthia, I'll be relying on you more from now on. I'm not picky. Whatever you cook, I'll devour."
Noticing Kevin's gaze fixed on her ample cleavage, Cynthia blushed and shot Edgar a resentful look. She grumbled internally about how Edgar's jealousy flared whenever she interacted with other men, suspecting her of infidelity. Yet now, when it came to his own advancement, he seemed all too eager to offer her up to Kevin. Recalling the previous night when Edgar had forced himself on her, she felt even more disheartened.
Suddenly, she felt Kevin's hand sliding up her thigh, edging dangerously close to her most intimate area. Initially considering stopping Kevin's advances, she unexpectedly felt a surge of defiance upon seeing Edgar in his drunken stupor. Parting her thighs, she allowed Kevin's hand to slip under her nightgown, teasing her already moist area through her underwear.
Her hand stealthily moved under the table, finding its way between Kevin's legs, stroking his dick, which was thicker and longer than Edgar's. Soon, she felt Kevin growing hard and hot under her touch, while his fingers sent waves of pleasure through her, almost causing her to let out a moan.
In an effort to entertain Kevin, Edgar began recounting peculiar cases he had encountered in the past, oblivious to his wife's seduction by Kevin's bold moves. Lost in his fantasies of future success, he failed to notice the sensual exchange happening right under his nose.
By now, Kevin's fingers had breached Cynthia's damp underwear, slowly delving into her eager core, eliciting pleasurable contractions and writhing from her. As her body responded to his touch, Cynthia's hand continued to stroke Kevin's hardening dick, intensifying the pleasure and bringing her to the brink of vocalizing her ecstasy.
"No, we can't!" Cynthia's flushed face betrayed her love juice, her stimulated core pulsing with delight. Her mind clouded with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Aware of the risk of Edgar catching on, she couldn't resist interjecting, "Edgar, let's call it a night. I'm stuffed. Kevin, it's time for you to head out."
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