Chapter 1562
Kevin hesitated at first, but then he figured there was no point in keeping it a secret anymore since he had already gone public with his relationship with Laura earlier that day. So, he just nodded.
"You're quite the charmer, winning over Laura," Edgar chuckled, adding, "But just dating won't cut it. You gotta get close, you know? Fuck her. That's how you get her hooked. When I was after Cynthia, she played it cool at first. But once we got cozy, she was all in. Let me tell you, Cynthia might seem prim and proper, but she's a real firecracker in bed. It doesn't take much to get her going, and it's pure comfort making love to her."
Kevin scrunched his face at Edgar's words. He figured Edgar must've had one too many drinks. Was this really a conversation they were having? And who talks about their wife like that? Kevin could only force a chuckle, feeling even more repulsed by Edgar.
But Edgar was on a roll, his face flushing as he went on, "I'm not kidding, man. Everything I'm saying is legit. If you don't believe me, give it a shot later. Cynthia's got sensitive spots all over. Just a light touch and she's all riled up. Way better than those working girls. Sure, they're wild, but it gets old quick. And they're not as tight. Being with Cynthia is a whole different level of satisfaction."
Kevin figured Edgar must have had his fair share of extracurricular activities. It was no surprise that Edgar was a player. But hearing Edgar spill intimate details about Cynthia firsthand was something else. It got Kevin's blood pumping, and he wished he could go find Cynthia right then to see what all the fuss was about.
As Edgar kept going on about his escapades at adult spots, a clatter came from the kitchen. Sounded like Cynthia dropped something. Kevin jumped up and said, "You sit tight. I'll go check on Cynthia."
In the kitchen, Cynthia was on the floor picking up the broken plate pieces. Kevin knelt down with a grin and said, "Let me help you with that, Cynthia."
Blushing, Cynthia shot Kevin a look and asked, "What were you guys chatting about?"
"Not much," Kevin chuckled as he gathered the pieces, then playfully added, "Cynthia, are your nipples really that sensitive?"
Taken aback, Cynthia blushed deeper. Every woman has her own sensitive spots, and hers happened to be her nipples. Only Edgar was privy to this personal detail. How could Kevin possibly know? She felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation. How could Edgar spill the beans to Kevin, even if he was drunk?
Feeling flustered, Cynthia accidentally pricked her finger on a shard, and a small drop of blood appeared. Kevin instinctively took Cynthia's finger, putting it in his mouth to suck on it, using his saliva to clean the wound.
Watching Kevin tenderly suck on her finger, Cynthia thought back to Edgar's rough handling the night before, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions.
She used to admire Edgar's authoritative demeanor in his police uniform when she was younger. But now, she felt foolish. What woman doesn't want to be cherished and protected like a queen by her partner? In Edgar's eyes, she was merely an object of desire, not even on par with a professional who at least charges for their services.
But Cynthia quickly snapped out of it. Kevin's actions were too intimate. If Edgar caught them, it would spell trouble. She swiftly withdrew her finger, turned to gather the remaining shards in the corner, avoiding Kevin.
As she turned, her shapely buttocks clad in her nightgown were exposed to Kevin. He caught sight of her curvy and full rear, so alluring and plump through the sheer fabric of her gown, revealing a black lace thong underneath. Her ample mons pubis peeked out slightly, the sparse pubic hair looking enticing.
Seeing her rounded and full buttocks before him, Kevin's mind raced back to Edgar's earlier words. His dick surged instantly, and he felt the urge to just take her, tear off her panties, and enter her with his sizable penis. But with Edgar still in the living room, he didn't dare make any sudden moves.
After clearing the shards, Cynthia tried to stand but her legs had gone numb from crouching too long. She swayed and began to tip backward. Kevin stepped in, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Cynthia wasn't heavy, but she felt right in his embrace. Her wide hips and full, round buttocks pressed against Kevin's already stiffened penis.
"Oh yes...yeah...that's it" Cynthia felt Kevin's firm, warm dick pressing against her buttocks. She relaxed, leaning back further, her soft rear rubbing against Kevin's dick, creating a steady friction. Kevin held Cynthia's warm and pliant body, his tip sliding back and forth against her full buttocks, and he couldn't resist any longer. He grasped Cynthia's pert breasts and squeezed them firmly, thrusting his hips, his dick nudging against the crease of her buttocks.
"I can't, Kevin," Cynthia gasped as Kevin's movements left her breathless. Despite that, she was extremely anxious. She lowered her voice and said, "Edgar is still here. Please, let go of me. There will be other chances. Don't rush things."
Glancing at the living room, Kevin noticed Edgar seated on the couch, deep in thought and unmoving. He pinched Cynthia's nipple a few times before reluctantly releasing her, chuckling, "Cynthia, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just making sure you didn't fall. Don't get the wrong idea."
Cynthia's face grew even redder. She shot a sharp glance at Kevin, then turned and left the kitchen. She heard a loud snore and saw Edgar sprawled on the sofa, mouth agape, hands sprawled out, fast asleep.
"Edgar, Edgar, wake up," Cynthia nudged him, but he was in a deep slumber and unresponsive.
Kevin walked in and, seeing Edgar asleep, couldn't help but feel relieved. The yearning that had momentarily subsided surged back again. With Edgar out of the picture, he cast a glance at Cynthia's delicate arms and couldn't resist pulling her into his embrace to caress her.
"Kevin, it's late. You should head home soon. We can talk another time," Cynthia quivered, her voice shaky. "This isn't right. I'm worried he might wake up."
"Cynthia, don't worry. Edgar had a lot to drink; he won't be waking up anytime soon," Kevin said, taking Cynthia's delicate hand and placing it on his groin, grinning. "Feel this. I'm so wound up. Can you help me out? I can't go home like this. How would I explain it to Audrey if she saw me like this?"
"Alright, let's go to the bathroom then," Cynthia touched Kevin's warm and rigid dick, reluctantly agreeing. She needed Audrey's help with her son Sean's school transfer. If Audrey found out she had enticed Kevin, Sean's transfer chances would be ruined. "No need, let's do it here," Kevin smirked. He wanted Cynthia to help him get off right there in front of Edgar. He had seen situations like this in adult films, where men fooled around with other men’s partners right under their noses, finding it thrilling. He had experienced a similar situation at Grace's place before and didn't want to pass up the chance with Cynthia today. Plus, he wanted to get back at Edgar.
Cynthia's face turned an even deeper shade of red, fully aware of Kevin's intentions. Given that Edgar had hit Kevin earlier, she felt compelled to help Kevin release some tension. Knowing Edgar was too drunk to wake up even if the house shook, she knelt before Kevin, unzipped his pants, and freed his erect penis. She skillfully stroked it with her fingers, casting furtive glances at the unconscious Edgar on the couch, feeling a blend of guilt and thrill, as if caught in a clandestine affair.
Married to Edgar for nearly two decades, their relationship had seen its share of ups and downs but remained stable and harmonious. Although Cynthia sometimes had strong desires that Edgar couldn’t always satisfy, she had never thought of cheating. Instead, she had discreetly bought a dildo.
Lately, her behavior had become unusually bold. Perhaps it started when she gave Kevin her stockings. Things had spiraled from there. She wasn't a conventional woman; otherwise, she wouldn’t have flirted with Albert via text or enjoyed the attention from a younger man.
Yet, her involvement with Kevin had escalated quickly, far surpassing mere flirtation. They had engaged in significant physical contact, allowing him to explore her intimate areas with his fingers and tongue, with only a slim boundary preventing them from full-on intercourse.
As Cynthia expertly pleasured Kevin, his glans repeatedly emerged from the folds of his foreskin, his substantial and erect penis standing proud, the blue veins clearly visible.
"Cynthia, you're amazing at this. It feels incredible," Kevin remarked, watching Cynthia intensely as she stimulated him. Then he glanced at Edgar peacefully asleep on the couch, becoming more aroused. With a provocative tone, he asked, "Cynthia, do you do this for Edgar too? Is his dick as big as mine?"
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