Cassandra remained silent, her brain racing at speeds faster than an Indy car, weighing the risks and rewards of such an offer.
A voice screamed out for her to escape. After all, the odds are stacked against her, and she could potentially risk her marriage to the man she loved.
Yet, despite all those thoughts, Cassandra couldn't stop thinking about what Oliver was saying, wondering if he was capable of achieving the result he claims to achieve; then it would certainly be one hell of an experience.
Her imagination began running wild with images of her making love to Oliver, crying out to him, feeling him inside of her, and hearing her call him 'daddy' while he made her cum over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore.
As those pictures danced around her mind, Cassandra found herself growing aroused by the idea more and more by the second. Her pulse quickened, her breathing became heavier, and her nipples hardened.
Oliver could tell from Cassandra's expression that she was tempted by the bet he offered. So, he leaned closer towards her ear and whispered, "So, do we have a bet on it then, Ms. Cassandra?"
"If we do... and if it does happen, what would happen next?" Cassandra asked, wondering if he planned on telling her husband about it afterwards.
However, Oliver didn't answer her question. Instead, he pressed his lips on her neck and started sucking on her pale skin as he ran his fingers up her thigh, his touch causing shivers to run through her body.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt his mouth on her neck while he groped her thigh. Cassandra felt like she couldn't move, like she didn't want to move as he continued to play with her.
"A-ah... Wait... Stop..." Cassandra tried to protest, but Oliver ignored her weak plea.
Cassandra bit her lower lip, trying to fight off the arousal building up within her, but it seemed hopeless as Oliver continued to suck on her skin while teasing her thigh with his hand. Her panties felt like they were soaked through. She felt her resistance withering away like a flower during a drought.
Oliver was delighted seeing how Cassandra's body was reacting to his ministrations. 'I must be acting like I'm nothing but a horny beast, attacking any woman that's available within my reach. But hey, who am I to complain when there are so many sexy women around me, right? I should just go with the flow.'
"Ahhh~, this isn't right. Mr. Thomas might come back anytime now," she told him as she placed her hand on his shoulder, intending to push him away. But instead, she found herself pulling him closer so that his body pressed against hers.
"It seems to me, Mrs. Cassandra, that your body and mind are on different wavelengths. Your body seems like it's craving more, but your mind is thinking of reasons to stop this."
As if in answer to his words, her legs spread on their own, letting his hand trail higher, brushing along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Cassandra wanted to argue with him, tell him that she didn't feel anything towards him and that he should stop, but the feeling of his palm pressing against her groin stopped her from doing so. She couldn't stop herself from moaning at the sudden contact and unconsciously pressed her body closer to him.
"Y-you... nngghh~, stop already... this isn't fair..." Cassandra groaned as she bit her lip while squeezing her eyes shut and trying to ignore the heat that was beginning to grow inside her, building up.
Oliver let go of Cassandra's neck before chuckling, "You don't have to worry. I'm sure Elle would keep Mr. Thomas busy enough to allow me to have my way with you for as long as I want."
"W-what...?" Cassandra looked at Oliver with wide eyes as he pressed his hand harder against her groin. She was about to say something else, but his fingers managed to find her clit through the fabric of her panties. "Ahhh~, O-Oliver, I told you to stop! I can't... I'm a married woman... ughhh..."
"There's no way that I could stop at this point. I want to taste your sweet nectar," Oliver said before pressing his lips onto hers, muffling Cassandra's next words.
Her resistance weakened, and soon, Oliver's tongue slipped past her lips.
As it explored her mouth, her taste was on his tongue, along with her sweet scent that filled his senses, making him dizzy with lust. Her nipples felt like they were hard enough to pierce through the fabric of her top, begging to be released.
With every moan and every stroke of his fingers against her moist sex, Cassandra felt herself losing more and more control over her own body.
Oliver sensed that she was giving in to the pleasure as he pushed his finger into her and felt her wetness leak out into his palm. He wanted to push his fingers deeper, but her clothes prevented it from going any further than the first joint.
Breaking the kiss, he spoke, "Mrs. Cassandra, how about you remove all those unnecessary clothes for me? So that I can explore more of your body and make you reach new heights of pleasure."
She heard his words as a haze clouded her mind, and it took some effort to realize what he was trying to imply.
Cassandra stared into his dark brown eyes for a moment longer before her hands moved almost automatically to obey his command, going towards her clothes.
She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it to the ground, revealing her pink bra. Then she kicked her skirt off, revealing her wet panties.
Seeing Cassandra disrobe for him without protest made Oliver's manhood twitch in anticipation.
With a sly grin, Oliver trailed his finger along the top of her bra before lifting it over her breasts, which revealed a pair of large, round, firm tits.
His finger continued moving downward until it reached her navel before pausing for a moment at her belly button.
Then he slipped a hand under her panties and pushed them aside to expose her swollen clit that was slick with her juices.
Cassandra gasped as the cool air blew on her wetness.
The sensation sent a chill up her spine, making her shudder in excitement. Oliver's eyes trailed down Cassandra's body until they reached her dripping snatch.
"Now then... how about I show you the joys of being with a younger guy, Mrs. Cassandra?" Oliver said while caressing her slit with his fingers.