Chapter 1748
Suddenly, Armando's face contorted in pain, and he abruptly stopped moving. Maurice, in a crucial moment, impatiently urged, "Armando, why did you stop? Hurry up! I was about to climax!"
"My back is acting up again!" Armando said helplessly as he slowly withdrew. He lay on the bed, looking apologetic. "Maurice, I'm sorry, I've let you down again."
"Armando, are you okay? Is it serious?" Maurice hurriedly asked, concerned. "Is your back acting up again? Didn't I tell you to go for therapy regularly?"
"I don't have time for that now. My schedule is packed with work every day, and I can't afford to delay anything," Armando explained. "Sitting in meetings for too long makes my back ache."
"But you were so insistent just now," Maurice pouted. "You acted like you were a teenager again."
"I just thought we hadn't been intimate for a while," Armando joked. "As a husband, I can't just focus on work. Otherwise, you'll accuse me of neglecting you."
"I was just saying that casually, you took it seriously," Maurice replied. "Anyway, how about I accompany you to West Stream Town for a soak in the hot springs? I just went there recently and had a full-body massage, it felt great. It might help your back, you should give it a try."
"Let's talk about it later," Armando said. "I have a business negotiation meeting in the city tomorrow, and in the afternoon, there's a meeting to discuss personnel issues. Several town leaders are nearing retirement age."
"Personnel issues are crucial. You need to have a good talk with Randy. You can't just arrange his people. You're the County Executive, you should at least appoint one or two talents," Maurice advised. "You need your trusted people for everything."
"Yeah, I'll have a good talk with him," Armando sighed. The meeting was just a formality, and personnel issues were usually discussed in a separate meeting with the main leaders.
Randy was an experienced official who usually kept a distance from county government affairs. However, he paid attention to personnel matters and wouldn't easily let others interfere, as it was his biggest authority.
As the County Executive, Armando had some say in personnel matters, but local powers mostly followed Randy's lead. There was also Jack, who liked to stir up trouble. Currently, Armando only had a government office director and the County Treasurer as close aides. Others either lacked ability or had complicated backgrounds, making it difficult to trust them with important tasks.
Of course, Armando had taken some measures, sending some talented individuals from the government office to work in the towns for training. For example, Grant had previously gone to West Stream Town for experience, and his performance was outstanding. He was already on the list of cadres to be closely observed. With one or two more years of grassroots experience, Grant would have no trouble being promoted.
"Alright, let's go to sleep," Maurice said, switching off the bedside lamp. However, the intense desire inside her continued to surge. Her genitals were itching unbearably. If Armando had held on a little longer, she would have climaxed.
Hearing Armando snoring already, she couldn't resist reaching down to her lower abdomen. Her fingers slowly entered her vaginal opening, feeling the wet, soft flesh enveloping them. Waves of vaginal discharge flowed out, sending tingling sensations through her body.
Maurice bit her lip, moving her hips and waist, thrusting her fingers in and out of her vaginal opening. She imagined Armando touching her skin, his penis thrusting deep inside her vagina. The pleasure felt like waves crashing over her body. However, Armando's movements were slow and weak, making her uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Armando's movements became fierce and powerful. His long, hot penis reached her cervix with each thrust. Maurice was overwhelmed with pleasure, gasping and moaning, surprised, "Ah! Armando, you're so strong all of a sudden! Oh, I feel so good! Yes, I can't take it anymore!"
"Maurice, it's me!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear. Opening her eyes, Maurice saw Kevin on top of her, thrusting rapidly. She paled, twisting her plump hips and crying out, "Kevin, why are you here? Pull out, we can't do this!"
"Maurice, Armando isn't feeling well, let me take his place. You seemed to enjoy it when I pleased you, didn't you?" Kevin continued to hold Maurice's voluptuous body, thrusting vigorously. Maurice struggled and protested, but soon Kevin's penis overwhelmed her, and she abandoned her reserve, embracing Kevin's body, moving her pelvis against his, moaning and releasing vaginal discharge.
Soon, Maurice woke up, realizing she had just had a wet dream. She reached down and felt the dampness at the base of her thighs, her underwear and nightgown soaked, and even her buttocks were slippery.
Thinking about the embarrassing scene in her dream, Maurice felt her body heat up, her face flushing. She scolded herself for dreaming about making love with Kevin. She glanced at her husband, Armando, still sound asleep, unaware of her turmoil. Relieved, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
Looking at her increasingly plump figure in the mirror, Maurice sighed. She and Armando had been married for almost twenty years. In the early days of their marriage, they were affectionate, though not as frequent as some couples who made love several times in one night. At least they used to be intimate three or four times a week, and their sex life was harmonious.
However, after their daughter was born and Armando took on leadership roles, the frequency of their intimacy plummeted drastically. From three or four times a week, it dwindled to less than once a month. Armando was always busy with work, rarely had time to come home, and even when he did, he would just crash into bed, too tired for intimacy. Moreover, as men reached middle age, their libido decreased, and sex became less of a priority.
But Maurice was at an age of strong desires, with a high sex drive. Having intimacy once a month was simply not enough to satisfy her, especially when that one time often left her unsatisfied. She had to suppress her desires and focus on their daughter.
However, Fiona, their daughter, was growing up and going through the rebellious teenage phase. Maurice felt frustrated as Fiona would get impatient with her after a few words. Despite appearing as the wife of the county executive in others' eyes, leading a comfortable life with a successful husband and an excellent daughter, Maurice knew the inner torment she faced.
At this time, Kevin entered her life, a daring guy who dared to secretly insert his penis into her buttocks while massaging her. Although he didn't penetrate her vagina, it stirred up her calm heart, and each physical contact with Kevin excited her, igniting an indescribable desire within her. Now, she had to admit that she indeed longed to make love with Kevin.
But how could she engage in such a scandalous act? Maurice bit her lip, caressing her full breasts, a hint of shame in her eyes. Kevin was only sixteen, the same age as her daughter, Fiona. If Fiona found out about her lewd thoughts, how would she view her as a mother? Besides, her relationship with Armando had always been good, and she couldn't do anything to betray him.
Maurice stepped under the showerhead, turning on the water to wash away those unwelcome thoughts. She was a married woman and couldn't afford to make mistakes. She decided she needed to see less of Kevin in the future.
Audrey, Grace, Alissa, and Kimberly finished their meal at the restaurant. Since Kimberly's husband, Grant, was in West Stream Town, she left to join him.
The three women wandered around the hotel excitedly, even taking selfies with their phones. Grace and Audrey were rare beauties, while Alissa, though plain-looking, had a curvaceous figure that drew attention. Men approached them with flimsy excuses, asking for the time or directions, oblivious to the hotel staff nearby.
Grace took charge, driving away these ill-intentioned men. Feeling annoyed, the three women returned to their hotel room, which had a large bed. Alissa offered to sleep on the couch, suggesting Grace and Audrey share the bed. Audrey insisted on taking the couch.
After a brief argument, Grace suggested, "Let's all sleep on the bed. It looks big enough for three of us. Alissa and I will sleep on the sides, and Audrey, you can sleep in the middle. That settles it."
Alissa and Audrey smiled at each other, agreeing to Grace's proposal for just one night.
After freshening up and changing into their nightwear, the three women found themselves unable to sleep. It was still early, so Grace suggested playing cards. However, since Alissa and Audrey weren't keen on poker, they chatted casually. The conversation somehow turned to Kevin.
"Kevin did well this semester, ranking first. I didn't expect that," Alissa chuckled. "Audrey, I was a bit worried you couldn't handle him, but you've pleasantly surprised me. Now no one can say you're not qualified to be the Homeroom Teacher."
"I didn't do much, Alissa. It was your groundwork that set the stage," Audrey quickly deflected the praise. In all honesty, as a young teacher with only three years of experience, Audrey wasn't qualified to be the Homeroom Teacher for Class 57.
Class 57 was quite complex, with many students being children of influential figures. Laura was the principal's daughter, Albert's father was a deputy director, and Ivan's father was the County Treasurer. It was a challenging class to manage, and it was only due to Alissa's support, along with Oliver's final decision, that Audrey was appointed as the Homeroom Teacher for Class 57.
If Audrey hadn't taken on the role, she might not have been considered for the first batch of staff apartments.
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