Chapter 558 The Husband with Suspicions
"Goodbye, Kimberly," Kevin waved and left. Kimberly then opened the door and entered the house, her heart still pounding. In fact, she had already felt a bit of sensation in her body just now, especially when Kevin's hand kept rubbing against her breast, causing a tingling sensation and a slight dampness below. That's why she hurriedly sent him away, in case Kevin noticed her unusual reaction. As a thirty-year-old woman, Kimberly was in the prime of her desires. Normally, just a touch from her husband would make her wet, let alone being touched by Kevin for a while. However, she didn't dwell on it too much, considering that she didn't have much contact with Kevin usually. She just thought that this young man performed well in various aspects, except for his poor English grades, indicating that she needed to supervise him more closely in the future.
At this moment, a man in his thirties walked out of the study, standing nearly six feet tall, looking very sturdy with thick eyebrows and big eyes exuding a fierce aura. He was Kimberly's husband, Grant, a retired military man who was directly assigned to a government office after leaving the service. Grant saw his wife tiptoeing towards the sofa and quickly went to support Kimberly, frowning and asking, "Kimberly, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, nothing, just twisted my foot on the way back," Kimberly lied. She knew her husband had a quick temper, and if he found out she had been harassed by a drunkard, he would definitely not let it go easily, causing a big fuss.
"Why didn't you call me? I could have picked you up from school," Grant said with some concern. "How did you come back from such a far place?"
"I happened to meet a student from my class on the way, and he escorted me back," Kimberly smiled and said, "You are usually busy at work, so it's not necessary for you to worry about such trivial matters."
"Is the student in your class a boy or a girl?" Grant furrowed his brows, feeling a bit uneasy.
"A boy. What's the matter?" Kimberly frowned at her husband, a little displeased. "You are too suspicious. Do you doubt even my students? Am I that casual in your eyes?"
Grant was outstanding and highly regarded by the leaders in the government. He was very affectionate towards his wife, but he had a strong sense of suspicion. Last Chinese New Year, when a male colleague from Kimberly's office sent her a greeting message, Grant interrogated her for a long time and even went to the school to confront that colleague, leading to a week-long cold war between Kimberly and her husband.
Seeing his wife getting angry, Grant quickly smiled and said, "Okay, Kimberly, my bad. Sit down, let me massage your feet."
He helped Kimberly sit on the sofa, took off her high heels and socks, revealing a fair and delicate foot that he gently massaged. Hearing his wife's soft moans, he suddenly felt a surge of desire and his hand moved up her slender leg.
"Grant, what are you doing?" Kimberly blushed and quickly stopped Grant's hand, shyly saying, "You were supposed to massage my feet, why are you touching my legs?"
"Kimberly, you are truly beautiful," Grant said, looking at his blushing wife with infinite passion. He then lifted Kimberly up and walked towards the bedroom in big strides.
As Kimberly embraced her husband's neck, feeling his strong arms around her waist and hips, her heart pounded. Her husband not only excelled at work but was also very capable in bed, always lasting for more than half an hour, giving her the most wonderful pleasure. Thinking about the imminent intimate moment, she couldn't help but close her eyes.
Grant laid his wife on the bed, looking at Kimberly's graceful and sexy body, feeling excited. He directly lifted the hem of her dress, but when he saw the damp traces on her panties at the root of her snow-white thighs, he felt doubtful. Why did his wife get wet so quickly today? Although Kimberly was sensitive, she usually needed some caressing before getting aroused. It seemed abnormal that her panties were already soaked without any foreplay from him.
Could it be that the male student who escorted his wife back had done something inappropriate to Kimberly? A ridiculous thought flashed through Grant's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. How could a teenager make a thirty-year-old woman feel aroused?
"Honey, what are you waiting for?" Kimberly, seeing her husband hesitating, urged him, "If you keep dawdling, I'll fall asleep first."
"Hehe, baby, I'm coming," Grant, seeing his wife's amorous and charming look, cast aside his last trace of doubt and pounced on her like a hungry tiger, filling the bedroom with Kimberly's seductive moans.
After the storm had passed, Grant held his wife's sweaty body, unable to shake off the thought of her damp panties earlier. Tentatively, he asked, "Kimberly, was it really a student from your class who escorted you back tonight?"
"What do you mean?" Kimberly was immediately displeased, glaring at her husband and saying, "Who else could it be if not my student? Do you think someone else escorted me?"
"I didn't say that," Grant's eyes showed a hint of suspicion as he continued, "You don't need to be so agitated. I'm just making a reasonable assumption. It's quite late, and your student from the class is still around. It seems a bit too coincidental. Kimberly, how do you explain this?"
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