Chapter 1561
"That's not gonna work. Can't you see Kevin and I are having a good chat?" Edgar shot Cynthia a disapproving look and casually said, "It's cool, let Kevin stay. I'm the boss around here. Come on, Kevin, let's keep the drinks flowing." He raised his glass and took another sip.
Feeling embarrassed and frustrated, Cynthia realized there was no use in trying to talk to Edgar in his drunken state. Meanwhile, Kevin's fingers continued exploring inside her, making her flustered. She squeezed her thighs tightly around Kevin's arm, trying to stop him from teasing her further.
As Cynthia blushed and battled with desire, Kevin grew more excited. He subtly moved his chair closer to Cynthia, making it easier for him to play with her. His fingers switched between stimulating her clitoris and penetrating her, leaving Cynthia wet and her pubic hair soaked.
Noticing Cynthia's flushed face and discomfort, Edgar found it odd. He knew Cynthia could handle her alcohol as well as he could, so he wondered why she seemed so affected after just a few glasses of wine. Chuckling, he said, "Sweetheart, you're not holding up too well tonight. It's Kevin's first time here, so make sure he's taken care of. Eat, drink, have fun. Make sure he has a good time."
Speechless, Cynthia wondered if she hadn't already taken good care of him. Last night was a foot job, hand job, and a blow job. Earlier tonight, there was another foot job. And now, Kevin was teasing her, almost on the brink of penetration.
"Edgar, don't say that. Cynthia's been great to me. I feel a special bond with her, like she's my sister," Kevin said cheerfully, continuing to tease Cynthia. He found her love juice enticing, wishing he could taste it like fine wine.
"Really? Then she's your god-sister from now on, and I'm your god-brother," Edgar laughed heartily, clearly drunk. Suddenly, he accidentally swept the tableware off the table.
"Edgar, let me get that," Kevin saw an opportunity and quickly bent down to pick up the tableware. However, instead of coming back up right away, he gazed at Cynthia's private part. Between her thighs, wet panties covered her mons pubis. Unable to resist, Kevin crawled over, inhaling the enticing scent of her mons pubis. He eagerly removed her panties and began licking her wet, reddened vagina. He savored her vaginal discharge, finding it sweeter than the wine he had been drinking.
"What the..." Cynthia almost moaned aloud. Her hips swayed gently as she felt Kevin's tongue exploring her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She pressed Kevin's head against her pussy with one hand, as if wanting to drown him in her desire. Despite her intense love juice, she was also nervous. Kevin was being daring, openly pleasuring her right in front of Edgar.
"Hey, why hasn't the tableware been cleared yet?" After waiting a while and noticing Kevin still under the table, Edgar found it strange. He called out, "Alright, Kevin, forget it. Cynthia, why don't you go to the kitchen and grab another set?"
But Cynthia was too lost in the pleasure Kevin was giving her. She felt his tongue delving deeper, igniting a fiery desire within her. Reluctant to stop Kevin, she told Edgar, "Edgar, don't worry about it. Let him take his time. The lighting isn't great down there. And you shouldn't keep drinking. It's bad for your stomach. Have some food." She attempted to serve Edgar a sausage, but feeling weak and overwhelmed by pleasure, she dropped it on the table before it reached his bowl.
"You always know how to look out for me." Edgar picked up the sausage, took a bite, and with a mischievous grin, said, "Doesn't this sausage look like my cock?"
Cynthia was not in the mood for Edgar's jokes. She could only focus on the sensation of Kevin's tongue, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. As she chatted with Edgar and moved in rhythm with Kevin's movements, she felt a mix of shame and excitement. Her intimate area, usually reserved for Edgar, was now being explored by Kevin in Edgar's presence. This forbidden thrill heightened her sensitivity, making her body feel like it was on fire, covered in sweat, and overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
Seeing his wife's captivating look, barely contained by her nightgown, Edgar couldn't resist his desire. He reached out and grabbed Cynthia's hand, chuckling, "Darling, let's have another round tonight. Last night wasn't enough."
But Cynthia was already at a critical moment and couldn't speak. She felt a wave of intense pleasure engulfing her, gripping Edgar's hand instinctively as her body trembled violently. Her thighs clamped tightly around Kevin's head as her vagina convulsed, releasing a rush of hot wetness, finally reaching orgasm.
Startled, Edgar asked, "Darling, what's going on with you?"
"I'm fine," Cynthia gasped softly, slowly releasing Edgar's hand. Seeing his puzzled look, she quickly explained, "Maybe I drank the wine too quickly. It's making me feel uneasy."
"Really?" Edgar picked up the wine bottle on the table, furrowing his brow. "You usually handle your drinks well. What's different tonight? Can't handle a little wine?"
Cynthia knew Edgar was getting suspicious, and she cursed Kevin's actions internally. The more flustered she felt, the more she needed to stay composed. She glared at Edgar and retorted, "What do you know? This wine might be light, but it hits hard. Why don't you try downing three big glasses?"
"Forget it, I can't handle that," Edgar shrugged. Despite finding Cynthia's behavior strange that night, he had also imbibed quite a bit and wasn't as sharp as usual. He didn't push further.
Meanwhile, Kevin emerged from under the table, holding the tableware and with damp hair. He grumbled, "Man, it's too dark down there. Couldn't see a thing. I'm beat and sweating."
"I told you to let Cynthia handle it, but you insisted on being the hero," Edgar chuckled heartily, unaware of Kevin's damp hair.
The trio seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the meal. They had finished a bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey, with Kevin also partaking in Cynthia's wetness. Edgar, a bit unsteady, guided Kevin to the sofa to continue their chat, while Cynthia cleaned up the leftovers on the table. Her legs still felt shaky from the intense climax Kevin had brought her to with his skilled tongue.
After a brief pause, she took the tableware to the kitchen, a whirlwind of emotions inside her. How could a forty-year-old married woman engage in such betrayal of her husband? While she was willing to go the extra mile to please Kevin, she suddenly realized it wasn't just about sacrifice; it was also about finding pleasure. A pleasure she could never experience with Edgar, leaving her feeling guilty and torn, unable to embrace this forbidden pleasure with a clear conscience.
For a woman of her age, desires ran deep. Despite a stable sex life with Edgar, she always felt a void. Kevin's presence seemed to satisfy her physical cravings. The memory of Kevin pleasuring her under the table sent a shiver down her spine. Her plate slipped from her hand into the sink, stirring up waves of desire in her heart, leaving her spellbound.
In the living room, Kevin half-listened to Edgar's self-praise while stealing glances at Cynthia's alluring figure in the kitchen. Her slender legs looked especially tempting in the light. Cynthia, Evelyn, Alissa, Grace, Daisy, and Willow were all mature mothers of similar ages, each with their distinct traits. Evelyn was gentle, Alissa was strict, Grace was fiery, Daisy was refined, and Willow was captivating.
Cynthia, however, was a bit of a paradox. She seemed flirtatious but was truly conservative. She desired self-indulgence but couldn't let go of her dignity. Unlike Willow, who could engage in intimate acts with her son effortlessly, Cynthia felt her actions weren't sacrifices but indulgences. It was a pleasure she couldn't explore with Edgar, leaving her conflicted and guilty, unable to embrace this pleasure with a clear conscience.
As a woman in her forties, her desires were intense. Despite a fulfilling sex life with Edgar, she always felt a void. Kevin's presence seemed to fill that gap. Recalling Kevin pleasuring her under the table, Cynthia felt a tingling sensation in her core. Her plate slipped from her hand into the sink, stirring up desires in her heart, leaving her intoxicated.
Seeing Kevin sneak glances towards the kitchen, Edgar misinterpreted and said, "Hey, Kevin, don't worry about Cynthia. Let's get back to our conversation. You're seeing Daisy's daughter, right?"
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