Chapter 903: The Out-of-Control Marital Relationship
After Kevin left, Kimberly sat on the edge of the bed, despondent, her snow-white body naked, hair disheveled, and her lower body still slowly leaking milky white semen.
What has happened to me? A look of confusion flashed in her eyes. Why didn't I reject Kevin when he pounced on me just now? Why did I even have a hint of anticipation? And once his penis entered me, my body couldn't help but respond to his movements.
As a married woman, Kimberly had always believed she would never cheat. Even though her relationship with her husband, Grant, had been very strained recently, she never thought of using such a method to retaliate against him.
If Kevin hadn't appeared, at most, she would have just gotten drunk last night, slept it off, and everything would have been over. But Kevin's appearance made everything spiral out of control. She lost a woman's most important dignity. How would she face Kevin in the future, and how would she face her students?
Kimberly got up, put on her clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash her body. When her fingers touched her lower parts, she felt her labia were somewhat swollen and red. Thinking about how she had acted like a wanton woman last night, actively seeking pleasure, assuming various shameful positions to let the boy's penis enter her, and having his hot semen shot into her womb again and again, she wished she could find a hole to hide in. Even in front of her husband, she had never been so wanton.
Kimberly quickly finished her shower, walked out of the bathroom, and started cleaning up the messy living room. Last night, she and Kevin had been all over the place—on the floor, the sofa, the coffee table, and even the balcony, leaving traces of their passion everywhere. If her husband saw this, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Kimberly meticulously cleaned up the traces of their intimacy, sweating profusely. She was filled with anger towards Kevin, who had caused the mess and then left, leaving her to clean it up.
Finally, she picked up the empty wine bottle from the coffee table, ready to throw it in the trash. But seeing the remaining wine inside, a doubt arose in her mind. She had drunk red wine before, but it had never had such a strong effect, nor had she ever lost her senses and actively sought Kevin's affection. Last night's reaction couldn't be explained by drunkenness alone. Could there be something wrong with this bottle of wine?
Thinking that Grant had bought this bottle of wine, Kimberly felt something was very suspicious. She wondered if her husband had tampered with the wine, but dismissed the thought as ridiculous. Even though they had been at odds recently, would Grant really use such a despicable method? Drugging his own wife—what kind of person would do that?
Kimberly threw away the wine bottle, put the bed sheets and clothes into the washing machine, and wondered why her husband hadn't come back yet. Suddenly, the door opened, and Grant walked in. Seeing Kimberly mopping the floor in the living room, he instinctively looked around and asked, "Honey, are you alone?"
"Of course," Kimberly frowned. "Grant, your questions are getting more and more absurd. What do you mean, am I alone? Who else do you think should be here?"
"Honey, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that," Grant quickly explained, seeing his wife getting angry. "I just wanted to know if Kevin came over last night?"
"Even if he did, he would have left by now," Kimberly looked at her husband and snorted coldly. "Do you think he could still be here with me? You just want to know if he stayed overnight, right? Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush."
Grant felt a bit embarrassed. He hadn't slept well last night, constantly dreaming of his wife being naked and having sex with a stranger. He had been uneasy all morning, even when the county head came to shake his hand, he was distracted. Finally, he found an excuse to leave early, just to come home and check.
Seeing his wife being so straightforward, Grant felt he might have overthought things. He quickly approached and took his wife's hand, smiling apologetically, "Honey, don't be angry. How could I think that? I just wanted to see if he came for the training."
"He didn't come," Kimberly said coldly. "And he won't come in the future. Grant, I've thought about it, and I think your idea is very naive. Even if you get to know Armando through Kevin, so what? Do you think Armando will value you and promote you because of this relationship? You should focus on your work and stop messing around with these crooked ways. I won't help you with these disgusting things anymore." With that, she threw down the mop and went into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Grant felt a bit regretful, knowing that his suspicion had once again angered his wife. He cursed himself for being foolish. If his wife really had something with Kevin, he should have noticed it earlier. He had been too impatient.
Suddenly, his stomach growled. Grant realized he hadn't had breakfast in his rush this morning. He went into the kitchen to find something to eat but couldn't find anything. As he looked down, he noticed a wine bottle in the trash can. His heart skipped a beat. He picked up the wine bottle and saw it was the spiked wine he had prepared, now empty.
What is going on?
Grant's recently calmed mood turned sour again. He forgot about finding food and stormed into the bedroom, holding the wine bottle. He demanded, "What's going on, Kimberly? Explain this to me!"
"What do you mean?" Kimberly looked at the wine bottle in Grant's hand, slightly stunned. She quickly understood his meaning and felt a deep chill in her heart. It seemed her husband really had tampered with the wine. No wonder she lost control last night. He was truly despicable.
"Did you drink the wine alone?" Grant sneered, shaking the bottle. "You're really something. If I hadn't noticed this, you would have fooled me. Tell me the truth, did you drink with Kevin last night?"
"So what if we did?" Kimberly stood up, her face full of sarcasm. "Not only did we drink, but we also went to bed. How about that? Grant, I never thought you were this kind of person, drugging your own wife. I was wondering why you were so kind to buy me wine. Didn't expect it to benefit someone else, huh. Ha ha ha."
"You shameless woman!" Grant trembled with anger, raising his hand to hit Kimberly. But seeing her unrestrained expression, he lowered his fist and frowned, "Kimberly, stop trying to provoke me. Do you think I'll believe you? I'm just afraid that Kevin tricked you. Why are you so naive? Yes, I did put something in the wine, but it was meant for us to drink together when we had time, to spice things up. Why did you drink it alone?"
If Kimberly had been evasive, Grant might have suspected something between her and Kevin. But her straightforwardness made his doubts disappear. After all, no one would confess to an affair so boldly.
Kimberly felt relieved, knowing she had passed this hurdle. For someone as suspicious as Grant, this was the only way to fool him.
"Grant, in the years we've been married, have I ever done anything to betray you?" Kimberly said calmly. "I don't know why you can't trust me. I just find it strange. If you don't trust me, why did you want me to get close to Kevin? Do you think I wanted to?"
Grant said, "Honey, I do trust you."
"Really?" Kimberly said faintly. "Didn't you install the cameras in the house? Grant, you're actually monitoring me?"
Grant's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect his wife to discover his actions. He quickly said, "Honey, you misunderstood. I didn't install them to monitor you. I just felt the neighborhood wasn't very safe. Besides, I'm often away on business trips, and I worry about you being alone at home. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."
"Really? Then I should thank you for your concern." Kimberly wasn't surprised by her husband's excuses, but she didn't expect him to admit it honestly. If an expensive residential area wasn't safe, then no neighborhood would be safe.
After a long explanation, Kimberly didn't want to have too much conflict with her husband, so she accepted his explanation. Everything seemed to have passed, but both of them knew there was now a deep rift between them that could never be healed.
...
Kevin walked out of the expensive residential area, glancing back at Kimberly's window, thinking about the crazy night with his English teacher. It felt like a dream.
He quickly returned home and was relieved to find his mother wasn't there. Otherwise, he would have had to find an excuse to explain to her. He took a refreshing shower, noticing a few red marks on his chest, probably scratched by Kimberly during sex. He never expected his usually composed English teacher to be wilder than Vanessa when she let loose, like a beast in heat.
But thinking about the future, Kevin felt a headache. Even if he avoided Kimberly during the summer, she was still the English teacher for Class 57. They would inevitably meet when school started. How would he face her then?
Sigh, Kevin's mind was in turmoil, no longer feeling the excitement and thrill of sleeping with his English teacher. He regretted staying to drink with her last night, which led to this mess.
Kevin spent the entire morning in his room doing homework, but his mind kept flashing back to the scenes of making love with Kimberly, distracting him. He finally closed his notebook, shaking his head helplessly. It seemed he wouldn't be able to do any homework today. He decided to go out for a walk.
The summer noon was hot, and Kevin started sweating after walking for a while. He quickly found a shady spot to rest, feeling sweat trickling down his body, sticking out his tongue like a dog.
Just then, a couple walked by, looking intimate. The woman held a parasol. Kevin instinctively looked up and saw that the man was Ivan, and the woman was Yasmine, the girl he had pretended to be a pervert with in the hotel. He cursed his bad luck for running into these two again.
"Hey, isn't this our English class representative?" Ivan saw Kevin and stopped, holding Yasmine's waist, smiling. "Kevin, why are you squatting here? By the way, Mrs. Garcia asked you to manage the class group. You haven't said anything for days. We're waiting for your instructions."
Yasmine laughed coquettishly. She wore a black spaghetti strap top and denim shorts, showing off her white waist and legs, looking very seductive. She sneered at Kevin, "So you're Kevin. I heard you fought with Ivan last semester. Are you out of your mind? Do you know what Ivan's father does? He's the director of the finance department. Do you want to get expelled?"
Kevin glanced at Yasmine, not bothering to respond to such a bitch. He didn't take Ivan seriously either. If it weren't for his good father, Ivan wouldn't have become the class president. Why should he be so arrogant? Anyone could act tough.
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