Fatal Affair

Chapter Seventeen

David's dagger was pressed against his thigh and wrist, ready to be drawn to kill the enemy or thrown to block gunfire. Some inexperienced assassins would recklessly shoot in residential areas, causing unimaginable consequences and even attracting a lenient response from the police, leading to strong retaliations. But regardless of the opponent's concerns or their amateur status, for David, life was precious and he needed to be fully prepared. If the thrown dagger missed its target, he would immediately draw his gun and engage in a shootout.

Richard didn't see it, but if he had, he would have been terrified. Well, to be precise, he was already terrified. His body was pressed against the stairs, wishing he could blend into them. He didn't witness David's actions, but he could feel the murderous intent emanating from him. He dared not even breathe, tightening his grip on Emily's mouth.

David began to ascend the stairs, his footsteps echoing as he approached. In just seven or eight steps, he would be able to turn his head and see Richard and Emily, even catching a glimpse of their intimately connected bodies.

Suddenly, David's phone rang, and he answered, "This is David. I'm home now, everything's fine, Mom. Understood, I'll head back now."

Emily was in turmoil, not out of fear of being discovered; she had already accepted the emotional breakdown. But she remembered David saying he lived alone, his parents long gone. So who was calling now? What else was David hiding? Was their marriage built on deception, essentially a lie, a joke?

Feeling a profound emptiness, coupled with the post-climax blankness, Emily felt a bit absent-minded, her v****a starting to contract intensely. Richard was almost scared to death by Emily's behavior; it was too wild.

Fortunately, David left, his footsteps fading away. As the elevator doors opened with a "ding," Richard finally released his breath, gasping for air as if he had survived a disaster.

"Damn, that was close. I thought we were done for just now. What do you think, Emily..." Richard said, turning to look at Emily, only to realize his hand was still covering her mouth.

Emily, struggling to breathe, her face flushed, pupils dilated, began to experience a choking climax of pleasure.

"So good," Emily indulged in the pleasure, "I'm enjoying this so much, I feel so happy. I can't resist this kind of s****l pleasure; I've never experienced it before. I want more! I want to enjoy this feeling forever."

Emily was in the mood again, swaying her hips, moving up and down, experiencing waves of pleasure in her body.

Richard, caught off guard, said, "Wait, I just came, it's too itchy, stop."

"I'm going crazy, I can't stop, I can't stop!" Emily continued to sway, reaching another peak of climax.

From that day on, Emily became a regular at the pizza shop, lucky to evade David's surveillance. As for the incident on the street with the "colleague" and where Emily went that day, neither Emily nor David mentioned it, choosing to forget that day in the past.

Emily didn't divorce David; they never found the right moment to discuss it. David even became a prop for Emily and Richard's thrilling games. Although Emily didn't allow affairs in the apartment at 609, she didn't stop them at the door.

Emily ordered two more pizzas, poured herself some coffee, and watched the news quietly. David poured himself a cup of coffee and remarked from behind, "You've been eating too much pizza lately. Although you have a great figure, you should still watch your diet."

"Okay, David, are you going on a business trip this week?" Emily, dressed in a long, casual dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure, asked.

"Yes, I am."

As they spoke, the doorbell rang. David picked up a newspaper and said, "Go answer the door."

Emily stood up, a hint of anticipation in her eyes as she went to open the door.

"Your delivery," Richard stood outside, looking at Emily with a mischievous grin.

Sitting in the room, David overheard Emily and Richard's conversation.

"How much is it?"

"Thirty dollars in total, plus a ten-dollar delivery fee. If you're satisfied with the service..."

If one were to listen to their conversation alone, it sounded normal. But if David were to see them at that moment, he would surely be shocked. Because Emily's dress had been lifted, revealing only a thong underneath, with Richard half crouching, his mouth on Emily's n****e, mumbling these words. While Emily spoke, he gave it his all, teasing and licking.

Emily's panties were soon soaked with arousal. Richard raised his phone, showing a message: "Meet at the nearby park at nine tonight."

"Thank you for your patronage. We look forward to serving you again in the future," Richard said with a smirk.