The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 43: A distraction called Mrs. Lunsford

I’ve only just realized something: in the relationship between Kimberly and me, I always thought I was the one deceiving her... when in reality, it was her who had been lying to me about everything all along. Sure, I approached her only because of a stupid bet and because, I mean, the idea of fucking her doesn’t exactly disgust me — but she... she’s a fucking Monster Slayer. And not just any Monster Slayer, but the very one who kicked my ass with absurd ease and left me bleeding and dying all night in an alley in Long Island City.

Damn it, I really am an idiot... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Well, better not think about it now. I’m already on edge enough as it is, and the only thing I need right now is a small, innocent moment of distraction — a distraction called Mrs. Lunsford.

She’s a charming and refined woman in her fifties, always elegant and impeccable in both dress and speech, with long blond curls streaked with a few faint white strands. A natural beauty untouched by age, who has never tried to fight it with cosmetic surgery or hair dye — just a hint of makeup.

I met her one night about ten days ago in one of those lounge bars in Manhattan frequented by bored rich women in search of vigorous fresh meat to make them feel young again. That very same night, we ended up together in her apartment — a night during which she slept just as little as I did, and I’m a vampire, if you know what I mean. I fucked her, and, quoting exactly what she told me, «better than any other man I’ve ever had in my life — and believe me, there haven’t been many,» and I have to admit she knows her stuff too.

The first thing I thought when I left her apartment that morning was, this slut absolutely deserves to be fucked at least one more time, and that’s why I called her again six days ago for a repeat of that night of wild sex.

Her response, cold and annoyed, was: «No, thank you, we’re not interested in investing in Kanzuro Industries stock. My husband handles those matters and, as it happens, in five days he’ll be at your Tokyo headquarters on business. Have a good day and good work.»

I imagine she said that because her husband was probably right next to her at the time — to avoid arousing suspicion. Ah, that sly fox Mrs. Lunsford really knows how to handle excuses. I have no trouble believing she was telling the truth when she said she had many men in her life. In fact, judging by how quickly she came up with that excuse, she probably even now, as soon as her husband leaves for work, lets herself go completely wild — and not just with me.

She discreetly made it clear that her husband would soon be leaving for Japan and that she’d finally be alone — an opportunity I have absolutely no intention of letting slip by.

So yesterday I called her again, and this time her tone was much sweeter and far more inviting — it was obvious that her cuckold husband had already left. For our second date we went for something a bit nicer — almost romantic — and so here we are, walking hand in hand along the evocative Mario Cuomo Bridge, immersed in a thick blanket of fog that makes it impossible to see anything more than ten meters away at most, after dinner at a refined restaurant in the small, quiet village of Nyack, an hour’s drive from chaotic Manhattan.

Tonight it’s really freezing, much colder than usual.

Mrs. Lunsford is covered from head to toe by a long, elegant light-blue coat that probably alone costs more than my entire wardrobe — only her beautiful ice-colored eyes peek out between the thick scarf and the wool hat.

«Your girlfriend is really beautiful, Jace, I truly mean it,» she comments in a sweet, sincere voice, without the slightest hint of jealousy. «You know, these days it’s rare to see a girl who’s so charming yet at the same time so simple. She wasn’t even wearing any makeup and her clothes were very modest, and yet her beauty struck me deeply. To be honest, I almost feel intimidated going out with you after seeing the kind of girls you associate with,» she adds, squeezing my hand, as if seeking reassurance.

«My girlfriend...?» I repeat, giving her a puzzled look.

«The blonde I saw you walking around with one afternoon in Long Island City,» she replies, snuggling closer to me and taking my arm. «I was with my husband so I couldn’t stop to say hello — you know, he’s quite jealous and flies into a rage if he sees me talking to another man — but still, I couldn’t help noticing how incredibly beautiful she was. You are too, of course, Jace. You’re really a gorgeous couple — both of you, one more beautiful than the other. Ah, blessed youth — what I wouldn’t give to be eighteen again...»

She must be talking about Kimberly. Well, how could I blame her? Kimberly’s beauty is something truly rare, and if even women admit it, then it’s an absolute, undeniable truth. Even a charming woman like Mrs. Lunsford can’t really compare to her. To be honest, Kimberly surpasses her in everything, despite Mrs. Lunsford having the huge advantage of being a mature woman — yes, if it wasn’t clear already, I have a very happy thing for women over forty, and yet Kimberly is the only girl I know capable of competing with them, and that says it all.

«Oh, don’t worry, she’s just a friend I went out for a drink with, nothing more,» I reassure her, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close — even though, in fact, there’s nothing between me and Kimberly, and that’s the truth. Or rather, there is some kind of relationship, but it definitely has nothing to do with love.

She tilts her head toward me, resting it on my shoulder. Then she slightly lifts her eyes to look at me and gives me a faint smile.

«I’m relieved to hear you say that,» she murmurs in a thin voice, yet damnably warm and sensual. Her fingers slip free from mine and her hand slowly slides downward, gently resting on my thigh like a butterfly landing on a flower.

That alone — a simple touch — is enough to make my cock hard instantly.