Chapter 22: Chapter 22 - Lucinda Williamson Turner
Lucinda came from a wealthy family that owned hundreds of hotels all around the world. Her grandfather was what many would consider an old-fashioned man. In his eyes, women should not have careers; their role was to raise children and take care of the family. According to him, only the men of the family had a place in the empire he had built.
However, despite his outdated views, he had always been kind and generous toward his grandchildren. Lucinda had never lacked anything since the day she was born. She had never needed to work hard to get what she wanted because everything had always been handed to her.
But that kind of life bored her more than she wanted to admit.
Pretending to be polite, pretending to care about everyone around her, and constantly maintaining the perfect image expected of her had become exhausting. She wanted something different, something unpredictable.
That was why she met Carl Turner.
Carl was the complete opposite of the people she had grown up around. He was the kind of man many would describe as a bad boy. He acted before thinking, followed his instincts, and somehow managed to turn even the simplest situations into chaos.
Lucinda loved that side of him.
He could be reckless. He could be really stupid sometimes. But life with him was never boring.
And for someone who had spent her entire life surrounded by people who were always careful with their words and actions, Carl’s unpredictability was refreshing.
"So, how did your meeting with the Korean clients go?" Lucinda asked her husband, trying to hide the anticipation in her voice. She already knew Carl had a talent for making even the worst situations entertaining.
"It was a disaster," Carl replied as he loosened his tie and dropped onto the couch.
"They didn’t appreciate the fact that I spoke Chinese to them and called me racist," the tall blond man with blue eyes said with a frustrated expression.
Lucinda immediately covered her mouth to hide her smile.
"How was I supposed to know they didn’t speak the same language?" Carl continued. "To me, they all sound the same. And I spent days practicing Mandarin for nothing."
Lucinda laughed quietly inside.
She knew exactly how this story would end the moment Carl confused the languages.
"So, what happened afterward?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"They left after I offered them alcohol to apologize," Carl answered.
For a few seconds, Lucinda remained silent.
She could already imagine the look on their faces.
"I absolutely have to fix this before my father hears about it," Carl muttered.
Once again, Lucinda said nothing.
Even though she knew there was a good chance Carl would only make things worse, a small part of her hoped he would. Watching him struggle through his own mistakes had become one of her favorite forms of entertainment.
The strangest thing about her was that she truly loved her husband, even though that love included enjoying watching him fail at almost everything he attempted.
For Lucinda, it was like a game.
The more trouble Carl got himself into, the more amusing she found him.
Strange? Definitely.
But somehow, it worked for them.
"I’ll leave you alone for a while. I need to take care of the new flowers the gardener brought for us," Lucinda said as she stood up.
"Again? Didn’t you plant new flowers last week?" Carl asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, you must be imagining things," Lucinda replied with an innocent smile.
She leaned down, kissed him on the cheek, and walked away before he could question her further.
"So, Paul. What did you bring today?" she asked the young man in his twenties.
"I have roses for the most beautiful rose of them all," the gardener replied with a flirtatious tone.
Upon hearing that, Lucinda threw herself at him and kissed him passionately.
The gardener lifted her up without much effort and returned the kiss.
Then, he gently set her back down.
Lucinda slowly unfastened his belt and takes out his large penis, which was not yet fully erect.
She first kisses it, then slowly sucks on it with passion.
A moment later, she stood up and slipped off her underwear without taking off her dress.
Paul, the gardener, picks up the underwear and takes a deep sniff.
He has never loved his job more than he does right now.
Lucinda got back down again and put Paul’s penis back in her mouth until it was fully erect.
Then she sucked on it and rubbed it with her hand.
She was a real slut who loved sucking dicks.
That was also what she liked about her marriage to Carl, because he never noticed anything while she was constantly being fucked by several men.
He was such an idiot.
Paul held her head and pushed himself into her mouth until his dick reached deep into her throat.
Her saliva fell onto the floor and she was almost choking, but she was becoming wetter and wetter.
It excited her even more.
Then Paul the gardener grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up, and turned her around to take her from behind, with her dress still on. His penis still dripping with saliva, Paul had no trouble entering.
Lucinda moaned loudly when Paul’s large penis penetrated her vagina.
Then Paul roughly thrust into her with hard, fast movements.
Lucinda didn’t hold back her loud moans because she was sure that even if Carl could hearing her, she could convince him that it was all just in his imagination.
In fact, she even hoped he would hear them.
Paul turned her around, lifted her again, and pressed her against the wall.
Once again, Paul roughly thrust into her with hard, fast movements.
" P..aul..you.are god " she stuttered while Paul the gardener destroy her juicy and wet pussy.
Lucinda, with her arms wrapped around him, moaned loudly with pleasure till reached her peak a few seconds later.
" I want you to come in my mouth " she whisper in Paul’s ear.
He gently set her back down.
Then she sucked on his dick once again and rubbed it with her hand.
Few seconds later, Paul the gardener came into Lucinda’ s mouth, and she swallows it without letting a single drop escape.
Then she kissed Paul, who had wanted to refuse at first, but he knew that his partner was a little twisted.
Or completely twisted.
"Don’t forget your underwear," Paul, the gardener, said as he tried to return his briefs to Lucinda.
"Keep them as a souvenir," she replied before leaving.
She then fixed her messy hair a little before going back into the house.
As she opened the door, she ran into her maid, who looked at her as if she was uncomfortable.
Lucinda laughed inwardly when she saw the old woman’s reaction.
"Dona, where is my son?" she asked.
"His grandmother came to take him to the zoo, and your husband gave her permission," Dona, her maid, replied.
A laugh escaped Lucinda’s lips despite herself.
"You mean my mother-in-law was just here?" she asked, feeling excited by the news once again.
"Yes, ma’am," the maid answered, clearly uncomfortable.
"Well, if I had known earlier..." Lucinda said as she headed upstairs toward their bedroom.
Carl was in the room, flipping through some files without even noticing that she had entered.
"Dona told me your mother was here. You should have called me," she said to Carl.
"I don’t have time. I need to fix things quickly before the news reaches my father’s ears," Carl replied, as usual too busy to notice that his wife, who had looked elegant and smelled like roses before locking herself away with the gardener, came back with messy hair and weird smelled.
"I’m sure you’ll find something," Lucinda said before gently kissing her husband on the lips.
After Lucinda locked herself in the shower, Carl licked his lips, noticing a strange taste left by his wife’s kiss.
But that’s the risk you take when you exchange saliva with someone through a kiss, so he didn’t dwell on the thought.
Lucinda filled the bathtub before taking off her dress.
Then She took her phone and snapped pictures of herself naked in front of the mirror.
She looked at the best shot and sent it to four different men.
Then she deleted the photos before lying down in the bath.
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