Chapter 1741
"Oh, I finished practicing my music. Can I watch TV for a bit? Just for a little while?" Laura asked timidly.
"Alright, ten minutes, then it's bedtime. Keep the volume low so you don't wake your dad," Daisy replied with a sigh. She usually enforced strict rules about TV time to protect Laura's eyesight, but right now, she had other things on her mind. Her lower body ached from her husband Dick's earlier attentions, and she was eager for Oliver to take over.
Once Laura left, Daisy eagerly nudged Oliver. "Come on, no one's going to interrupt us now."
But Oliver didn't move, looking a bit embarrassed. "I think I went soft."
"Already?" Daisy reached down to check, and sure enough, what had been hard just moments ago was now limp like a noodle. Her excitement quickly turned to frustration. "Seriously? How did you go soft so fast?"
"Sorry, honey. I guess I'm just really tired lately," Oliver said, feeling ashamed. In the first couple of years after they got married, he could go five or six times a night without issue. But now, his performance was declining, and even getting an erection was becoming a challenge.
Strangely, he never had this problem with other women, especially with Audrey. With her, he was always as hard as steel.
Maybe he was just too used to Daisy's body. The initial thrill and excitement of seeing her naked had long faded, even though she still had the same stunning figure. There was no mystery or sense of conquest left for him.
"It's okay, Oliver. It's Laura's fault for needing permission to watch TV. She startled me too," Daisy said, trying to protect his pride. She knew how fragile men could be in these moments.
It wasn't entirely Oliver's fault. He had been hard enough earlier, but first Kevin's text interrupted them, then Laura. Any man would struggle to get it up three times in such a short span.
Well, maybe not Kevin. Thinking of Kevin's thick, hot member made Daisy's lower body tingle. But she couldn't go to him now. Oliver might be struggling, but he was her only option tonight.
She got out of bed, went to the bedroom door, and listened for any sounds outside. Then she quietly locked the door and returned to the bed. Kneeling between Oliver's legs, she took off her nightgown, revealing her full, firm breasts that swayed slightly in the light.
"Sweetheart, what are you..." Oliver began, but Daisy didn't let him finish. She leaned down, took his member in her hands, and began to stroke it. Then she opened her mouth and slowly took him in, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip.
Oliver felt a rush of excitement as Daisy's warm, wet mouth worked on him. He couldn't help but reach out and squeeze her breasts, feeling himself start to get hard again, though not as much as before.
"That should do it. Let's try again," Daisy said, smiling as she released him. She straddled his waist, guiding him to her entrance. She wiggled her hips to find the right angle and slowly lowered herself onto him. This was her usual method when he was having trouble.
But Oliver's erection, though it seemed firm, quickly wilted as soon as it touched her. Daisy tried to stimulate him by rubbing against him, but no matter what she did, he remained limp.
"Let's call it a night and try again another time," Oliver said quietly. The more enthusiastic and understanding Daisy was, the more pressure he felt. What was supposed to be a way to bond and relieve stress was now doing the opposite.
"Don't worry about it, Oliver. You're probably just tired. With school out, you can rest for a few days," Daisy reassured him, putting her nightgown back on and turning off the light. They lay in silence, neither saying a word.
As Oliver's snores filled the room, Daisy remained awake. Her body still burned with unfulfilled desire, and her lower regions itched with need. She lay there for a while, feeling restless and hot, before getting up and leaving the bedroom.
Laura was already in bed, and the living room was dark. Daisy went to the bathroom and took a cold shower, but it did little to calm her. She even felt a bit resentful towards Oliver for getting her all worked up and then leaving her hanging.
She left the bathroom but didn't return to the bedroom. Instead, she sat on the couch, her fingers tracing the fabric. She remembered the first time she and Kevin had made love on this very couch. The cushions might still hold traces of their passion.
Thinking of herself riding Kevin, shamelessly using his thick, hot member, made Daisy's face flush. She spread her legs, her fingers slipping under her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and as she touched herself, she felt the wetness already seeping out.
This can't go on! Daisy bit her lip, her desire growing stronger. She had a wild idea: what if she called Kevin over for a secret rendezvous?
No, that's too risky, she thought. Her daughter and husband were both home. Getting caught would be a disaster. She couldn't do it.
But her body was so sensitive, and her fingers on her clit only made her want more. She was losing control, her rational mind overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
Screw it!
Daisy's face was flushed as she grabbed her phone and quickly sent a message to Kevin. Even if it meant ruining her reputation tomorrow, tonight she needed to let loose.
Kevin was changing his shoes in the hallway when he got Daisy's message. Seeing the content, he felt a pang of disappointment. Oliver was home tonight, and Daisy told him to wait for her call tomorrow.
He hated this feeling. Every woman he knew, except Natalie, had a husband: Alissa, Audrey, Vanessa, Grace, Daisy, Kimberly, Willow, Maurice. While the thrill of an affair was exciting, Kevin didn't want to be the perpetual side piece. It wasn't something to be proud of, and watching other couples be intimate made him feel like a thief.
Forget it, he thought. I'll just go home and sleep.
Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. It was Maurice, asking him to come upstairs. He changed his shoes again and went up to the second floor, knocking on the bedroom door. "Maurice, you called?"
"Yes, Kevin, come in."
Kevin entered to find Maurice sitting on the bed, her hair tousled and her face flushed. Her full breasts stood proudly, and her eyes sparkled with a mature woman's grace and allure.
"Maurice, do you need something?"
Kevin's heart raced. Why had she called him back so late? Was she asking him to stay the night?
"I need to go to the bathroom, but my foot still hurts. Can you help me?" Maurice said, her face turning a deeper shade of red.
"Oh, sure, no problem," Kevin replied, quickly moving to support her smooth, rounded arm. He carefully helped her to the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat, and then stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Maurice removed her black lace panties and lifted her nightgown, her round hips settling onto the seat. She glanced at Kevin's shadow through the frosted glass door, feeling a flutter in her chest.
Her foot wasn't that bad; she could have managed on her own. But when Kevin left, she felt an emptiness and couldn't bring herself to ask him to stay directly. So she made up an excuse to bring him back.
Now that he was here, Maurice felt a bit foolish. She wasn't usually so impulsive. She was always composed and rational, weighing the pros and cons. But tonight, she had acted out of character.
Kevin stood outside, listening to the sounds from within, imagining Maurice undressing and revealing her enticing body. His mind wandered, and he felt himself getting hard.
"Kevin! Come in here!" Maurice's voice suddenly called out.
Kevin opened the door and was stunned. Maurice was still sitting on the toilet, her black lace panties around her smooth knees. Though her nightgown covered most of her, he could still see enough to make his imagination run wild.
"I twisted my back and can't get up. Can you help me?" Maurice's face was as red as a beet.
This time, she wasn't making an excuse. She wouldn't use such a tactic to seduce a teenager, no matter how desperate she was. She had genuinely hurt herself trying to stand, and now she needed his help.
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