Chapter 1849
At 7:30, Christopher stepped out the front door, lingering for a bit in hopes of catching Audrey on her way out. After waiting for a while without any sign of her, he went over to her door and pressed his ear against it, but heard nothing. He wondered if Audrey had already left for work and felt a bit disappointed.
Arriving at the office, he made himself a cup of coffee. The county committee's work was pretty laid-back, with the only busy period being the end-of-year meetings. So, Christopher's daily routine involved drinking coffee, reading the newspaper, and clocking out on time. Despite the modest salary, there were no real downsides. Christopher hadn't slept well the night before and had an early morning romp with Violet, leaving him feeling exhausted once the excitement wore off. He couldn't help but yawn.
A middle-aged woman walked into the office and joked, "Albert, yawning already? Did you have a fun night with your wife? Young people have so much energy. My husband, on the other hand, is good for once every ten days or so."
This woman was Cecilia, in her forties, cheerful and outspoken, often discussing relationship topics with Christopher. However, Cecilia wasn't as attractive as his wife, Violet, so Christopher had no interest in her. He responded with a few casual remarks and continued reading the newspaper. Normally, time flew by, but today felt like an eternity. He couldn't wait to get off work and go home, though he knew it wasn't really home he was eager to return to—it was the chance to see the woman who haunted his dreams.
Finally, at 11:30, Christopher saw the boss's car leave from the window and hurriedly packed up to leave. Cecilia teased, "Albert, why the rush? Off to see your girlfriend?"
"No, no, just some errands at home," Christopher said as he walked out, cursing her nosiness. He quickly left the office but didn't go home. Instead, he headed to the entrance of Harmony County Sunset Valley High School. At noon, the school bell rang, and soon groups of students and teachers began to emerge.
Christopher scanned the crowd but didn't see Audrey. He wondered if she had lied about being a teacher at the school or if she was working late. Just as he was about to leave, he spotted Audrey at the gate. She had changed into a purple T-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, her hair tied back, her figure tall and striking. Her ample breasts strained against the T-shirt, her waist was slim, her hips curvy, and her legs long. Her eyebrows were arched, and her eyes sparkled with mature charm.
Audrey stopped at the roadside, looking around as if waiting for someone. Her graceful figure and alluring demeanor caught the attention of passersby.
Christopher's heart raced as if electrified. He licked his dry lips and was about to greet her when he saw a man on a bicycle stop next to Audrey. They exchanged words, and Audrey's face lit up with a shy, sweet smile. She quickly hopped onto the back of the bike, wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and they rode off together.
That man must be Audrey's husband, Christopher thought, watching her leave. Her curvy hips and long legs lingered in his mind, making him feel disoriented.
In the following days, Christopher often saw Audrey and her husband, Jason, together after work or at the market. Jason was a sharp-looking man, and they made a perfect couple. Audrey was quite reserved, only nodding in acknowledgment when she saw Christopher, leaving him no opportunity to make a move. Over time, Christopher gave up on his fantasies, focusing on his wife Violet instead. His thoughts, however, were filled with images of Audrey's body being caressed by Jason, making his cock harder and their marital relations surprisingly more harmonious.
One evening, Christopher came home and saw Audrey standing anxiously at her door. He quickly approached and asked, "Ms. Johnson, is everything okay?"
"Oh, I lost my house key. I called Jason, but he's working late and won't be home for another hour," Audrey replied, looking troubled.
"Well, Ms. Johnson, why don't you come over to my place and wait? There are a lot of mosquitoes out here. You can have a cup of coffee," Christopher suggested, thrilled at the chance to be close to her. She was wearing a white blouse and a denim skirt, her large breasts straining against the fabric, her long legs smooth and inviting.
"Christopher, that's not necessary. I'll just wait here," Audrey hesitated but politely declined.
"Come on, we're neighbors. No need to be so formal," Christopher insisted, not wanting to miss this opportunity. "You don't think I'm a bad guy, do you?"
"No, Christopher, that's not what I meant," Audrey quickly explained. She was indeed a bit wary, but refusing now would seem rude. After a moment's thought, she nodded, "Alright, thank you."
"Don't mention it. I'm alone at home, so it's nice to have company," Christopher said, trying to contain his excitement as he fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking.
Audrey entered the yard, looking around. Christopher's house was similar to hers, with a small front yard, three rooms in the back, a living room in the middle, and two bedrooms on either side. The living room was simply furnished.
Christopher warmly invited Audrey to sit on the couch and handed her a glass of water, his fingers brushing against her smooth hand, sending shivers down his spine.
Audrey blushed slightly and said softly, "Christopher, your house is so clean."
"Oh, it's all thanks to Violet. She's a nurse and likes to keep things tidy," Christopher replied, his eyes discreetly roaming over Audrey's chest.
Her large breasts stretched the blouse tight, making him worry the buttons might pop off. Audrey's legs were pressed together, long and shapely, the denim skirt accentuating their curves. He loved the feel of her thighs, imagining the soft, plump flesh beneath the thin fabric, like ripe peaches ready to burst. His cock hardened at the thought.
Audrey noticed Christopher's gaze and blushed, asking softly, "Christopher, is Violet not home?"
"Oh, she's working the night shift. It's just me tonight," Christopher said, still staring at Audrey's legs and imagining himself undressing her, spreading her thighs, and thrusting into her wet vagina.
"Violet must be working hard," Audrey said, her legs instinctively pressing together, her hands resting on her lower abdomen, covering her mons pubis, her waist straight, highlighting her curves.
"Yeah, she is," Christopher said, realizing his gaze was too direct. He quickly looked away and said, "Ms. Johnson, teaching all day must be tiring."
"It's alright, you get used to it," Audrey smiled, rubbing her calves. She had taught two classes that afternoon, and her legs were sore, which was why she agreed to rest at Christopher's house.
"I noticed your husband often picks you up from school. You two seem very close," Christopher said enviously. "How long have you been married?"
"Just over a year," Audrey replied, a hint of sadness briefly crossing her face before disappearing.
Christopher noticed the change in her expression and wondered if there was trouble between her and Jason. But he couldn't believe it—who wouldn't cherish such a beautiful, sexy wife? Maybe Jason had some issues?
Looking at Audrey's stunning body, Christopher had a bold thought. If he had such a gorgeous wife, he'd make love to her every night. Audrey's expression suggested she might be unsatisfied. He cautiously said, "Young couples are so sweet. When Violet and I first got married, we couldn't get enough of each other, making love five or six times a night. Luckily, I'm healthy enough to keep up. How's Jason's health? No problems, right?"
Audrey frowned slightly, surprised that Christopher would discuss such private matters. She never talked about this, even with her female colleagues, let alone a man she barely knew. Unsure if he was being careless or deliberate, she forced a smile but didn't answer.
Christopher continued, "Men have it tougher in these things. Ms. Johnson, be careful not to wear Jason out. You wouldn't want to be lonely, would you?"
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