Chapter 7
Hooking up unexpectedly
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Two months later.
6:49 pm
She'd finally returned from the month-long vacation that Sebastian had granted her, and yeah, she felt so refreshed.
How could she not be when Aaron had come to find her in the hotel she had lodged in that country? She had even extended her vacation by three days because she just couldn't get enough of Aaron's sweet cock!
Returning home that evening, the housemaid came to help her unload things from the boot.
"Ma'am, Sir Harris is around," Anna apprised her.
Amelia's eyes sparkled, and she almost did a happy dance right there, but she quickly restrained herself. No way would she want to act suspicious. So she sashayed into the living room, where she saw Harris watching a game of soccer with her husband.
"Honey, you're back," Sebastian exclaimed joyfully, shooting up from his seat.
She ran to hug him on tiptoes. "Yeah, and I missed you so, so much," she said. Her words were actually directed to Harris, and she had made kissy lips at him, which he also returned to her glee.
"Yeah, I missed you too, wifey," her husband responded, wrapping his hands around her waist. "How was your trip?" he asked after they disentangled from the hug.
"It was good. I got to meet several wonderful persons and I have a new friend too, she's the daughter of CEO Johnson,"
"You mean the head honcho of Blair J Industries?" Sebastian asked in eagerness.
"Yes. And she invited me to her upcoming wedding next month. She said I can take anyone along with me and we both know who I'll be taking."
"Who else but your darling husband, huh?" he said, touching her nose with a smirk.
"Yeah, no one else but you, darling. I really missed you so much," she planted a kiss on his cheek. Then she faced her father-in-law, "Dad, I didn't mean to ignore your presence. I was just so excited to see my darling here," she said with a grin while Harris gave a dismissive wave.
"That's not a problem, my dear."
Just then, Sebastian's phone rang,and he fished it from his pants' right pocket.
"Hello? Right, you're speaking to the right person… What!? Okay, just do everything you can to defend the system. I'm coming there right now."
Putting away the phone in his pocket, he turned to Amelia, who wore a concerned look.
"Is anything the matter?" she probed, her tone soft.
"I-it's nothing you should worry about. I have to go now. I promise, I'll be back before ten tonight." With that, he hared out of the house, hurriedly commanding the gate keeper to open the gate as he sprinted towards his jeep.
His father and Amelia watched his vehicle exit the premises.
A sigh escaped her lips. "I hope he's alright in the long run," she mumbled.
"He'll be fine," Harris reassured her.
"Dad, come with me, there's something I want to show you,"
"Where?"
"It's in my study, let's go," she restrained herself from holding his hand since Anna was present.
"Oh, and Anna, please hang that painting in my bedroom. Arrange whatever needs to be arranged in there. If I go in and things are messy, you're dead game. Am I clear?" She cautioned with a solemn tone.
"Yes ma'am," and so the duo watched Anna take her luggage and the painting upstairs. Afterwards they also ascended the stairs and headed in another direction from her matrimonial bedroom.
Finally, they entered her study and she shut the door behind her.
"Come with me, Daddy," she grinned as she walked towards the desk and perched on it after hiking up her skirt. Next, she parted her legs to reveal her lace panties.
Harris stood between her legs, "So you did miss me a lot," he remarked, pinching her chin lightly.
"So much daddy." She said with a seductive gaze.
"Then I'll sate your craving, otherwise, I'm not Harris," dipping his head, he locked their lips in a hot kiss.
After they parted the kiss, he denuded her of her damp underwear.
After eating her out, he freed her eager dick from the captivity of his pants.
Seeing that familiar dick of her father-in-law, she salivated and spread her thighs even wider.
"Daddy Harris, please put it in," she implored and he fulfilled her plea, sliding into her tight core.
She then lay supine as he dipped his upper body and cradled her legs.
"Kiss me, Daddy," she pleaded and he heeded, claiming her lips passionately while undulating his hips slowly.
After they ended the sweet kiss, she undid the zip in front of her blouse, baring her cleavage on which he also planted a kiss before straightening his upper body.
With his hands still hooked under her legs, his hip thrusts picked up pace and she scrabbled for purchase on the desk surface as she balanced her torso's weight on her elbows.
His heady thrusts blew her mind, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Her mouth forgot it had the option of closing as the intense pleasure being pumped into her made her sing salacious praises, begging to be wrecked silly by his cock.
After several minutes, they both came. But that wasn't the end of their forbidden 'exercise', they continued for another hour before making themselves presentable.
Harris left the study first and she did
after five minutes.
Harris would be staying tonight before leaving for some important business that would take him six months. So before he left, she'd get pounded by him of course.
After her husband returned, he reassured her that whatever the problem was with his company's system, it was now resolved.
He also made love to her, but typical of him, he still couldn't satisfy her. How disappointing.
After he had slept off, she sneaked out of the room and went to find Harris in the guest room. And there, she was fucked senseless in her arse.
When she exited the room, her gait was ungainly and she had to lean against the wall as she moved. However, just as she had opened the door to her bedroom, she felt a hand behind her, making her blench.
"Relax, it's me,"
Yes, it was Harris. Why was he here, though?
"I figured since I won't get to taste you for a long time, I'll do one more round. Right here,"
"What?" She whisper-yelled, her bulging.
Harris opened the door wider and she could see her husband still sleeping.
Harris hiked up her skin-colouted night gown to reveal her bare buttocks. After sliding into her asscunt from behind, he frittered no time in cradling her knees, her back to his chest.
"Daddy Harris..." She called out in a whisper, worry apparent in her tone.
This was risky. Harris wanted to fuck her right at the threshold with the door ajar?
If her husband woke up now, this obscene scene would be what he saw first!
"Relax. Besides, isn't this more exciting. Aren't you even more turned on now to the prospect of being caught?"
Well...she couldn't deny that.
Harris began to swing his hips back and forth, his cock repeatedly sheathing itself in her puckered asscore.
"Oh my gawd..." She quickly covered her mouth, eyes widened.
She had moaned a bit too loud just now.
Sebastian turned over to his other side, spiking her anxiety but he didn't wake up as she'd feared.
The sounds of smacking increased a bit in volume, heightening her fear again.
"Ah...D-daddy...t-too loud..." She reminded him.
But instead of slowing down, he increased his pace, the clapping sounds crescendoing, her toes contracting in mid-air.
'Oh gawd! This is too scary yet thrilling. But the sex is too good,' she thought to herself.
Harris eventually slowed down but his thrusts became more intense, reaching deeper, making her see stars.
"Oh~ Ouhh~!! ...so good... Feels so good," she purred, eyes drooping, her boobs jiggling from each thrust.