Chapter 432: Fantasizing About the Big

Her husband always promised that he would return as soon as he made enough money. But every year, many people went to work in the South, and how many actually achieved their dreams? Most returned home in defeat, finding a stable job and never mentioning their millionaire ambitions again. Audrey Johnson didn't know how long she would have to wait for her husband. One year, two years? Maybe by the time he made enough money and came back, she would already be old and faded.

Perhaps she should be like Alissa Garcia, enjoying life while she was still young instead of regretting it when she grew old. Audrey's once firm beliefs suddenly wavered. Leonard's thick, long cock flashed through her mind, making her breath quicken. She felt a deep, unprecedented longing for a man's cock to penetrate her aching pussy.

She wanted to rush back to the school, burst into Alissa's office, and present her booty like a lustful bitch, begging Leonard to fuck her hard with his stiff cock. But as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she imagined countless people pointing fingers at her, branding her a slut. Audrey shook her head, trying to dispel the absurd notion, but the image of Leonard and Alissa naked and passionately entwined lingered, making her blush.

The midday sun was scorching, and she had hurried out without her parasol. As she hesitated about returning to school to fetch it, a black Santana pulled up beside her. Quentin Rodriguez's detestable smile appeared from the car window.

"Ms. Johnson, heading home? Need a ride?" Quentin asked with a grin, his eyes roving over Audrey's curvaceous body before settling on her ample chest, unabashedly admiring her.

"Quentin Rodriguez, you're shameless," Audrey snapped, her face reddening as she took a few steps back, her arm instinctively covering her chest. Remembering what Quentin had tried to do to her that night, she felt a surge of disgust. "If you keep bothering me, I'll call the police."

But Audrey's threats meant nothing to Quentin. He knew her too well. Despite her constant threats, she never followed through. She was too concerned about her reputation. If things got out of hand, it would tarnish her name, not his. That's why he dared to take advantage of her when she was drunk, though his plans were thwarted.

It was all because of that damned Leonard. Quentin's anger flared as he recalled seeing Leonard and Audrey walking to school like a couple this morning. He was sure Leonard was the one who knocked him out that night. But why was Leonard at Audrey's house? Did he have a secret relationship with her, or was he just lusting after her?

Regardless, after Quentin was knocked out, it was just Leonard and the drugged Audrey in the room. Quentin didn't believe Leonard could resist such a beautiful, naked woman. Leonard must have fucked her. The thought that Leonard had taken advantage of the opportunity Quentin had waited so long for infuriated him. Seeing Audrey's attitude towards Leonard, it was clear she had accepted him. Was a student more attractive than a teacher?

"Ms. Johnson, why so harsh?" Quentin said with a sly smile. "Your husband doesn't know how to appreciate what he has, leaving such a beautiful wife alone to work in the South. If it were me, I wouldn't let you go. But then again, while you're a beauty here, the South is full of beautiful women who know how to please men. Maybe your husband has been charmed by one of them. Men are always drawn to new things."

"Quentin Rodriguez, shut up! My husband isn't like that. Don't talk nonsense," Audrey retorted, though her heart skipped a beat. She had always resented her husband for leaving her alone but never doubted his loyalty. Jason Gray called her a few times each month and regularly sent money for her to buy clothes. Though it wasn't much, it was a sign of his care, and it was why Audrey hesitated to betray him.

But if Jason had betrayed her, it would be a different story. Audrey couldn't and didn't want to believe her husband could be unfaithful. But as Quentin said, men were fickle, and the South was a world of temptations. What if her husband had indeed strayed? What could she do?

"Alright, let's say I didn't say anything," Quentin said, seeing the doubt in Audrey's eyes. He knew his goal was achieved. He didn't need solid proof, just planting a seed of doubt was enough. As long as her husband stayed in the South, this doubt would grow, causing her constant pain. Once she no longer felt the pain, she would no longer have any expectations of her husband. Trust between people was fragile and couldn't withstand any tests.

"Quentin Rodriguez, I don't want to see you again. Leave now," Audrey said coldly, disgusted by his words. Whether true or not, she didn't want any further entanglement with him.

"Audrey Johnson, I don't understand why you hate me so much," Quentin said, suddenly sighing with some resentment. "I admit I'm not a good person, but I never hide my intentions. From the first time I saw you, I wanted to sleep with you. Don't you have needs? Your husband left you alone to work in the South. Isn't that selfish? I know you hate me, but I don't care. One day, you'll beg me to fuck you. Just wait and see." With that, he sped off.

Audrey was left in turmoil. On one hand, Quentin's determined tone made her worry about how to rid herself of him. On the other, his words had sown seeds of doubt about her husband's fidelity.

Though she believed her husband would never betray her, just as she wouldn't betray him, circumstances often forced people into unexpected actions. Hadn't she gradually lowered her own boundaries, even allowing another man to touch her most intimate parts and helping him masturbate? She consoled herself that as long as she didn't go all the way, she wasn't betraying her husband. But she knew deep down that if she could justify her actions, so could her husband.

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing her husband Jason's number from the South, she was puzzled. He had just called over the weekend; why was he calling again so soon? Was something wrong?