Chapter 177 The Thrill of Passion
Romy was in utter disbelief when Leonard suggested making love beside Lowell. "We can't do that. Lowell could wake up at any moment!" she whispered, her face etched with panic.
Despite Lowell having had much to drink during dinner, it wasn't a guarantee he wouldn't suddenly awaken. 'My relationship with Leonard is already a betrayal of Lowell. If I consent to make love beside him, my conscience would torment me, and if we're discovered, it would spell disaster for the entire household!' Romy was keen on rejecting Leonard, but the thrill of their past clandestine encounters stirred an unexpected excitement within her.
"Is that truly so, Aunt Romy? Your body seems to disagree," Leonard teased, his breath hot against her ear.
Romy clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling his fingers trace her intimate parts. She turned anxiously toward her slumbering husband, Lowell, who showed no signs of waking. Only then did she breathe a sigh of temporary relief.
"Don't worry, Aunt Romy. As long as we stay quiet, he won't notice a thing," Leonard reassured her with a wicked grin before yanking down her top and biting into her breast.
Romy lay beside Lowell, muffling her mouth, her eyes fixed on her husband, dreading his sudden awakening even as her body trembled under Leonard's stimulation.
'Please don't wake up, Lowell, please, I beg you. God, let Leonard be quick!' Her desperate prayers seemed to find some answer when Lowell turned over, showing his back to her.
Though Lowell remained on the bed, Romy eased her tension slightly, not having to face him.
It reminded her of crime dramas where criminals would cover a familiar victim's face to mitigate their guilt.
Romy's body jolted as Leonard's fingers slipped into her panties, his gentle caresses over her soft lips and pubic hair driving her nearly to cry out. All she could do was stifle her voice, breathing heavily through her nose.
As Leonard nestled closer, his mouth latched onto her nipple, his nimble tongue dancing over her areola and nipple. He felt a hot burst of air on his face and glanced up to see it had come from Romy's flared nostrils.
"Aunt Romy, it appears your flame of desire has been thoroughly kindled. Your heated breaths are intense, but such heavy breathing might wake Uncle Lowell!" Leonard softly reminded her.
Realizing her breath was too loud, Romy controlled her breathing, but it suppressed her expression of pleasure, leaving her increasingly restless under Leonard's touch.
'This is unbearable like a thousand ants crawling inside me,' she thought, antsy with the tingling sensation consuming her lower body.
Leonard felt the moistness of Romy's arousal. Smirking, he maneuvered himself between her legs, nudging her panties aside to insert his penis.
"Leonard, please refrain; this is too perilous," Romy expressed as she sensed Leonard's phallus slowly thrusting within her vagina. Throughout the thrusting motion, she felt the friction between the glans of the phallus and the vaginal walls. She was too frightened to indulge in the pleasure fully.
"Aunt Romy, don't you find this excitement and danger heighten the thrill?" Leonard whispered in her ear, his pace careful to avoid noise.
'Maybe the tension is why she's even tighter than usual!' Leonard thought, relishing the added friction.
"If you're so afraid, let's change positions," Leonard suggested, flipping Romy to her side and positioning himself behind her for an entry from the rear.
'Leonard is right. This danger, though terrifying, is undeniably thrilling,' Romy mused, silently gasping with her mouth opened wide, her heart racing as she succumbed slowly to the exhilaration.
"Romy, are you feeling unwell?" Lowell's sudden query shattered the fragile veneer of their clandestine act, freezing both Romy and Leonard in place.
Lowell turned toward Romy, who stared back in horror…
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