GC Part 4: Later that beautiful evening

The master bedroom was lit only by the nightstand lamp and light coming from Robert’s laptop screen. Silence filled the room, only disrupted by the soft clicks of the keyboard. It’s only been three hours since the guests had left the house, and the commotion had already died out completely.

Robert’s attention was caught by the door’s quiet creaking as it slowly opened to reveal the hourglass figure of his wife. The man gave her a quick scanning look. She was wearing a gray silk robe with white sheer fringes. Her hair was done, and she had a new attractive makeup on. But instead of walking into the room, she took time to stand in the doorframe with one leg bent in the knee, and her foot raised up to her barely covered thighs.

While she strolled on her toes to the king-sized bed, she moved her well-groomed body in a sensual way. Nicole Robbins made sure to tease her husband by moving the hem of her robe in ways that exposed her shoulders and ample cleavage, as well as pulling the lower end upwards, almost showing off her nether regions. With the **** of her hand pushing against her big breasts, she kept the robe from falling off her body as she carefully crawled onto the forefront part of their marital bed.

Robert knew what this was all about. Though, he didn’t show a single hint of enthusiasm. In fact, he didn’t pay any attention to her at all. Instead, he kept his eyes on the laptop screen, in hopes that his wife would lose interest. But instead of giving up, Nicole leaned her body back up while kneeling on the front side of the soft mattress. “Tonight has really worked me up, honey.” The woman said in a seductive tone, squishing her tits together with her elbows to make them pop out over her loose robe. “Mhm” Robert replied without losing sight of the document on his laptop.

Nicole let go of her breasts and moved her hands down to the belt of her robe. With a delicate motion, she slipped it out and took hold of the robe’s edges on each side. “Watching Pamela squirm in pleasure inspired me to…” She uncovered the dress to reveal a set of sexy lingerie on her sexy body. “…give you a little surprise.” Robert looked up for the first time since she had walked into the room. But as soon as he saw the surprise his wife was talking about, he lowered his gaze back down in annoyance.

However, Nicole Robbins wouldn’t have it. She put her hands down on the bed and crawled up between his legs with her robe wide open. Sneaking one hand underneath the bedsheets, she ran it up Robert’s massive leg. She could feel the hairs on his skin stand in reaction to her touch, so she continued in encouragement. Finally, she reached under the laptop in his lap, and without warning she moved the device over to the nightstand. And with nothing blocking her from her husband’s crotch, she placed her soft hand right on top of the front of his underpants.

But that’s when her expression shifted to one of disappointed surprise. Where she expected to find a big bulge of her husband’s erection, she only found a flaccid joke of a dick. Her eyes looked up at Robert’s face, but he was looking to the side, staring at the vicinity of his laptop. “Honey, haven’t you been taking your pills?” And her husband just shook his head no. Nicole had noticed his awkwardness when she came into the bedroom, but she had hoped that he was like this because it had been a while since they’d done it. “You know they give me headaches, and I can’t focus after taking them!” He finally answered his upset wife. “But you promised to… So we could finally have sex!” She felt betrayed, they’d talked about it countless times already. And Robert agreed to use medicine for his erectile dysfunction. But here he was, soft and uninterested in giving her the intimate contact that she desperately needed. “I can’t believe you’re only thinking about fucking, when the promotion I’ve worked so hard for is on the line!” He blurted out, giving away his growing annoyance.

Nicole too couldn’t believe what she was hearing. From her perspective Mr. Peterson made it clear that her husband would be getting the new position, now that they’d agreed to house his nephew. But instead, he was sitting at his laptop on a Friday night, writing some irrelevant report that he could very well do at work on Monday. “Honey, please. You don’t have to worry about it now. Just loosen up and celebrate with me…” She pleaded. “I’ll even do all the work; you just take the meds and lie down.” The last part she almost purred in his ear. But it quickly became obvious that none of it spoke to him. “I’m sorry, Nicole, but I won’t risk upsetting Mr. Peterson right at the finish line anymore…” Having said that, Robert moved his wife over to the other side of the bed and returned the laptop to his lap. When she recovered from her husband’s indifference, Nicole snorted at him in disbelief, tied back her robe and stormed out of the bedroom.

Taking a break from scrolling past dozens of Pamela’s nudes that she had been sending him all night, Zeke left the guest room he would be staying in from now on and went downstairs to find something to drink in the kitchen. Normally, he would simply need to take a step past his dorm room door to find himself in the kitchen, which he shared with three other students. But inside the Robbins estate the way was undeniably longer. Not that he minded, of course. His new room was easily four times the size of the previous one, he had a comfortable double bed and a view at the rich neighborhood.When Zeke walked into the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Robbins, dressed in the gray silk robe, sitting at the table with a glass of wine and the open bottle right next to her. He noticed that she had been crying because she had mascara running down her face, and her head was down, facing the tabletop. As soon as she saw the boy, she covered her chest with the loosened robe. “Oh, it’s you… Get what you came here for and go away.” She snarled under her nose, her voice breaking a little.

Zeke was intrigued by the sight. He had been wondering how to dig his claws in Brad’s family. He didn’t want to simply **** them to have sex with him or turn them against his bully. He wanted it to feel natural, like something that could more or less happen without his mind control. But he had trouble thinking of problems that this perfect family could potentially be facing, problems that he could use to his advantage. But now he saw that not all of their lives were as happy as he had thought them to be. And Mrs. Robbins was on his plate tonight.

Having pulled out a bottle of apple juice from the fridge, Zeke stood over the table on the opposite side from Nicole Robbins. He took a big sip of the soft drink and placed the bottle, that was now marked with his spit, down on the wide wooden panel. “I told you to leave me alone.” The woman wasn’t trying to be nice to Zeke anymore, she looked in his eyes with a threatening gaze. And whereas earlier, during dinner, she did her best not to upset him or his uncle, now whether she made the boy unhappy or not was the least of her worries.

“I don’t know what I did to anger you, Mrs. Robbins. But I’d like you to feel completely comfortable around me and trust me like you’d trust your best friend.” The woman remained in silence for a few seconds after hearing Zeke’s words. Her upset expression vanished from her face in record time, and soon she was looking at him with guilt. “I’m so sorry…” Her voice was breaking as she stood up from her chair. Her hand was no longer keeping her robe tightly closed over her chest, so her deep cleavage once again revealed itself to his eyes. “I’m just in a very bad mood…” She continued. But then she did the unexpected. She walked up to Zeke and embraced him in a tight hug. The boy almost yelped when he felt her hands wrap around him, and the front of her body joined his own body.

He couldn’t really see her cleavage anymore from this angle, but it wasn’t all that bad. Her big breasts that he had always admired were now cramped into his chest. And after only a moment he wrapped his own hands around Nicole’s back, pulling her even closer. He almost felt bad for her right now. This poor woman couldn’t hold back her tears as she held “her best friend” in a wretched embrace. But this poor woman was also the mother of his worst bully. Throughout high school she actively worked to undermine Zeke’s claims of harassment, without ever speaking to him or even looking him in the eyes. That’s right, whatever empathy that he had for her was overshadowed by her blame in his suffering.

Having said that, Zeke wouldn’t punish her. Well, at least not as bad as he would punish Brad. He would make her do things she’d never imagine herself doing, things that would ruin her family’s reputation. But he would make her do these things willingly. Just like him, Brad should be left alone in his suffering, having everyone that cared about him turn away from him and realize that Zeke is the only person they truly care about.

“Now, now…” Zeke patted the woman’s head. “Why don’t you take the wine and tell me all about it in the living room?”

It’d been more than half an hour since Zeke and Nicole sat at the couch together, and the woman began dumping reproach after reproach towards her husband at him. With each glass of wine that she drank she sank her head a little deeper into his shoulder. And now the bottle was half empty. Zeke for his part, used Nicole’s newfound comfort and her tipsiness to feel up her side. His hand wandered down to her wide hips and up to just behind her sideboob.

“I don’t even understand why he wants this promotion so badly! It’s not like we need the money. Brad’s scholarship will pay for his college tuition, and he’ll be living in a dorm anyway. And we have enough money saved for Leila’s tuition too!” She cried into Zeke’s not-so-broad shoulder. “It’s been so long since me and Robert… did it. Sometimes I feel like I’m too old for him!”

He noticed that her tears were ruining her makeup again, smearing it all over her cheeks. So, he reached for the tissue box on the coffee table and pulled one out. Having used two fingers to raise the woman’s face up, he softly put the paper on her skin and wiped it carefully. Looking deep into her big, beautiful eyes, he said. “That’s not true at all, Nicole. You’re still young and gorgeous.” She didn’t break eye contact when he continued. “I don’t know what your prick husband thinks. But if you were mine, I’d make sure to take care of all your needs…”

Nicole’s cheeks turned red, and she looked away from him. But she stayed in place, with Zeke’s arm wrapped around her, now brushing over the side of her breast through the silky material of her robe. “That’s sweet, Zeke. But you’re too young for me… that would never work.” She took a sip of wine. “No one thinks it’s wrong when I take care of Pamela’s needs…” The words reminded Nicole of how Pamela Peterson had squirmed in orgasm from nothing more than the boy’s touch. Back then, she wished she could be in her spot, feeling the pleasure of a man’s touch, feeling his dick with her hand, swallowing his… Zeke’s delicate fingers rubbing against her tits almost made her lose herself in fantasy. “I have experience helping out women like yourself. I know exactly how to satisfy your every desire…” Nicole’s every response was delayed as she enjoyed the atmosphere. “That’s too bad… Because I would never cheat on my husband…” Zeke’s hand was now openly groping Nicole’s clothed bust. “You know, I have experience in convincing men to let me help their wives out too.” To that, Nicole simply laughed out loud and drank more of her wine.

They laid close together for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company …and touch. Until Zeke spoke up again. “Nicole, tell me honestly if you would accept my help if your husband was on board with it too.” Nicole needed a moment to really think it through. The mental command made it impossible to treat the idea as a mere fantasy anymore. She had to decide if she truly wanted a boy her son’s age to be her paramour, if she wanted to open up her intimate and depraved side to him. Nicole filled her glass with all of the remaining wine and emptied it in one fell swoop. And she pretty much whispered her next words. “Only if you kept it a secret…”