Chapter 1628
Evelyn could feel Barrett's tip teasing her entrance, brushing against her sensitive folds. Barrett's dick wasn't as thick or long as Kevin's, but right now, it was her only source of comfort. The friction was driving her wild, her hips moving on their own, desperate for the release she hadn't felt in so long.
But she didn't want Barrett inside her. She had promised Kevin she wouldn't sleep with her husband anymore, that her body was his alone. She had kept that promise, but Kevin had stopped paying attention to her. She clenched her thighs and tightened her buttocks, trying to keep Barrett from going any further.
"Come on, baby, spread your legs a little. Let me make you feel good, and I promise you'll be the office manager by the end of the year," Barrett mumbled, half-asleep.
Evelyn was stunned. Barrett thought she was someone else. He was cheating on her with a colleague. The bitterness in her heart made her clamp her legs even tighter, refusing to let him enter her.
But as more wetness flowed out, Barrett's tip, now lubricated, began to push past her resistance. It slipped past her folds and into her tight entrance.
Barrett, still half-asleep, tried to thrust into the woman in his arms. But he couldn't muster his full strength in his sleep, and his cock was tightly squeezed between Evelyn's buttocks. Suddenly, the resistance disappeared, and he tried to push into her, but his tip remained stuck at the entrance, unable to go any further.
His dick wasn't long enough. If they were face-to-face, it might have worked, but he was lying on their sides with him entering from behind, his hips were pressed against her plump buttocks, and most of his cock was buried in the deep cleft of her ass. The tip could just reach the entrance, but that's all.
So close to the relief of sex, but the tip could only rub against her wet folds, feeling the heat from inside her. It was like a starving man staring at a feast he couldn't touch. The frustration was unbearable.
Feeling her entrance still sucking on his tip, Barrett pushed harder, his heavy body almost crushing Evelyn's petite frame. She could barely breathe, filled with humiliation, biting her lip and struggling to free herself.
As Barrett's once-hard penis began to soften, he had no choice but to hold Evelyn's plump buttocks and thrust his cock back and forth in the cleft of her ass. The friction from her smooth flesh soon made his tip tingle. He groaned, his tip twitching as he ejaculated thick semen into the cleft of her ass.
Evelyn endured the strange sensation, waiting a while before quietly getting up. She touched her buttocks, feeling the sticky semen, and a wave of humiliation washed over her. She quickly left the bedroom, went to the bathroom, and took off her nightgown. She turned on the shower, washing her body thoroughly, her fingers scrubbing her buttocks and entrance, trying to remove all traces of Barrett.
After she finished, she stood in front of the mirror, her suppressed emotions suddenly breaking free. Her voluptuous body trembled, and she cupped her face, sobbing quietly. She had been a housewife for years, spending her days shopping and cooking, rarely interacting with the outside world. As the wife of a deputy director, she had lived a pampered life, never experiencing such humiliation. Who would have thought her husband would be so shameless, treating her like another woman to be used?
Even after scrubbing herself for half an hour, Evelyn still felt sticky, like there was something dirty she couldn't wash away. Her vagina itched, making her even more uncomfortable. Physically, she couldn't control her reactions, but mentally, she could only accept intimacy with Kevin. Even sex with Barrett had become a burden, though thankfully, it only happened once a month, which she could tolerate.
Evelyn returned to the bedroom and lay down beside Barrett. But after the humiliating encounter, she couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, listening to Barrett's thunderous snores, feeling a deep sadness.
She knew Barrett had a mistress, but she didn't dare confront him.
She sighed, realizing how weak she had been. After getting married, she had never worked, spending nearly twenty years as a housewife. Others envied her for not having to work, but to Barrett, she had no survival skills and relied entirely on his support.
Even though Barrett rarely came home and had affairs with pretty colleagues, she only dared to complain, never to confront him. She did all the housework and took care of their son, but Barrett could dismiss all her efforts with a single sentence.
"I'm the one supporting you, not the other way around."
Evelyn suddenly realized that a woman needed financial independence to have personal independence. She couldn't continue living as a housewife, letting others control her fate. She made a silent decision.
The next morning, Barrett drove to work, dropping their son off at school on the way. After finishing her chores in the kitchen, Evelyn went upstairs to check the bedroom. She found that a gold necklace and an envelope of cash were missing, though the bank cards were still there, so the loss wasn't too severe.
After some hesitation, Evelyn decided not to report the theft. With the new year approaching, news of a break-in at the deputy director's house could affect Barrett's career.
Barrett had been a deputy director for seven or eight years, but a conflict with Jack over a project had stalled his progress. Now, with Armando, who could challenge Jack, Barrett had a chance for promotion. She couldn't risk it over a few thousand dollars.
Evelyn calculated the money on the bank cards. One card had about $100,000 saved for their son, Albert. Another card from their wedding had $200,000. The last card, where Barrett's salary was deposited, had about $50,000 after expenses. Altogether, she had around $350,000, her only accessible funds.
Though Barrett transferred his salary to her every month, Evelyn knew he had other sources of income, but she didn't bother to ask. Some things were better left unknown to avoid more pain.
Last night, she had decided she couldn't rely on her husband anymore. She needed her own career. She knew a few wealthy women who didn't work but ran small businesses, using their husbands' connections to make money.
Evelyn didn't want to rely on Barrett's name to make money. But in Harmony County, there were only a few profitable industries, and she had no business experience. Starting from scratch, her $350,000 might be gone in less than six months.
She considered several plans but rejected them all. Running a business required capital, experience, connections, and skills, not just determination.
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