Oliver took a sip from the glass of apple juice he was holding and nodded with a smile. He could still feel his erection pushing against the fabric of his trousers, but he managed to make himself feel a bit calmer.
"Yes, it is. Thank you," Oliver replied before continuing with a smile, "I have to say, Mr. Thomas is a very lucky man to have someone like you. He must cherish you a lot."
Cassandra chuckled at his remark and said, "Of course. Mr. Thomas and I have been married for five years already and each day is filled with love and happiness."
Oliver was surprised at the fact that she said she'd been married for five years. "That long? It's surprising since you look so young, though."
Cassandra's smile widened as she leaned back against the couch and crossed her legs, making Oliver's eyes involuntarily move towards her smooth thighs for a few moments before looking up at her face again.
Cassandra saw what he did, and she enjoyed the reaction.
"It's true, Mr. Oliver. I got married right after graduating from university. Since Mr. Thomas and I knew each other long before that, I've been familiar with him and his personality. So, it felt natural for me to start a relationship with him and eventually marry him."
Cassandra saw him nod, but his gaze had once again wandered towards her skirt, where her bare thighs were showing.
Her face flushed slightly with heat, feeling somewhat aroused herself by the way he was checking her out.
"Still, Mr. Thomas is rather old compared to you, Mrs. Cassandra. I wouldn't have guessed you to be a couple if I had run into you two on the street. If anything, you'd look like his daughter and not his wife," Oliver remarked as he slowly inched closer towards the seductive wife.
"Hmmm... I know, right? We do get confused for being father and daughter whenever we're out together. I don't really mind it since I've been living with him ever since my parents passed away when I was a teenager," Cassandra explained.
She paused briefly and glanced at the office door, checking if anyone would walk in on them before she continued with a low voice, "It does get annoying when other people mistake Mr. Thomas as my father, but there are also times when I enjoy it very much as well."
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. He didn't need an explanation to understand her implication since the meaning was pretty clear.
Though he was surprised that she would share something like this with him, especially since they just met today. He glanced at her for a few moments before responding, "I imagine that would make it quite... fun in the bedroom. Is it fun when you call him daddy in bed?"
Cassandra smirked and nodded before speaking in a hushed tone so that only he could hear her words, "Yeah, it does get me wet when we are doing it."
"Is that so? But then again, why are you telling me about this?" Oliver questioned, feigning ignorance as he wanted to hear more.
"Well, I can see the way you are looking at me, Mr. Oliver. I thought maybe it'd be best if I let you know up front. That I'm not into younger guys, and even though you're handsome, there's no way I'm cheating on my husband. I love him very much, and I only feel excited when he does it to me," Cassandra said as she explained why she brought the topic up in the first place.
However, Oliver wasn't deterred by what she said, and he moved even closer to her. His eyes flickered with mischief when he responded, "Oh really? Are you sure about that?"
Cassandra saw the way he inched closer and looked into his brown orbs and all she saw was lust reflecting in them.
That made her heart beat faster, and she began feeling an unusual heat emanating from her womanhood.
Cassandra took a deep breath to calm herself before responding, "Yes... I'm very certain about this."
"What if I told you that I can make you cum so hard you will lose your mind? That you will scream and call me daddy as well?" Oliver asked as he placed his palm on her thigh and slowly began running it up along her silky skin.
Cassandra stared into his eyes, seeing them flash with confidence as he spoke such words to her. A part of her wanted to stop him, but she remained frozen to the spot, watching his hand travel up to her thigh, feeling the heat of his palm on her sensitive skin.
"I'm afraid that won't happen, Mr. Oliver. I know what I like, and I'm certain of myself."
"Do you know what makes me so sure?" Oliver questioned as he leaned close to her, so close she could feel his breath brushing against her lips.
Cassandra swallowed hard when she felt Oliver's warm breath upon her face and the closeness of his body, which made her feel all the more nervous and excited simultaneously. She felt a strong urge to run away as soon as possible.
But something about his words caught her attention, making her want to know what he would say.
Oliver continued to speak, his voice barely above a whisper now, "It's because I am really good with women and can make them cum over and over until they lose their minds from pleasure."
"T-that's just an exaggeration. I doubt you can do something like that," Cassandra countered back.
"Want to put it to a bet then? I wager that you will lose to me if I do take you to bed. In fact, I'll guarantee you'll beg me to not stop fucking you. That you will scream out Daddy whenever you see me in the future and feel that wetness between your legs as you remember the pleasure we shared. So, what do you say, Ms. Cassandra? Shall we bet on it?"