The evening dragged, the way these family weekends always did. Laughter rose from the lounge, the television droned with a football match, and somewhere in the kitchen, the clink of glasses signalled another round of wine being poured. I sat on the edge of the garden wall, staring out into the fading light, wondering, again, how I'd ended up here.

I heard the door slide open and stiffened, not turning. A moment later, Lauren's voice drifted over my shoulder, laced with that teasing lilt she always used when she was bored and hunting for trouble.

"Escaping too?"

I exhaled slowly, half-laughing. "Just needed some air."

Lauren appeared beside me, cigarette already lit, the flame flashing briefly in the growing dark. She took a long drag, the smoke curling lazily as she leaned against the stone wall, eyes flickering over me.

"They’re unbearable, aren’t they?" she grinned, lips curling with mischief. "Your husband and mine... two sides of the same bloody coin."

Lauren was my husband's little sister, tall, slim, with striking black hair that gleamed in the low light. Tattoos curled along her forearms, half-hidden beneath her sleeves. She carried herself with the effortless confidence of someone who knew exactly how she was seen. Snarky, bold, and utterly unapologetic. She was everything I wasn’t, and she knew it. And right now, she was looking at me like she could see straight through every layer I'd carefully put in place.

I huffed a quiet laugh. "I couldn’t even tell you what they’re talking about anymore."

"Does it matter?" Lauren shrugged, flicking ash toward the grass, lips curling. "Same shit. Different day. Marriage. Mortgages. Bloody golf."

A beat of silence stretched between us. The air smelled of earth, smoke, and distant rain. Lauren’s gaze softened, but that playful glint never left her eyes. "You know, you surprise me. I figured you’d be the first one in there, playing the perfect wife."

I scoffed. "I tried. For years."

Lauren turned then, fully facing me, leaning in just enough to make my breath catch. "And?"

I shrugged, trying not to squirm under her gaze. "And now I’m out here, with you."

Lauren grinned at that, slow, wicked, like she’d just won something. "Not the worst company, is it?" She took another drag, exhaling slowly as her eyes roamed over me. "Ever wonder what it’d be like to just stop pretending?"

I blinked. "Pretending?"

Lauren's gaze was steady, but there was a playful curve to her lips. "That you’re happy. That this is enough."

I laughed, too quickly. "It is. I am." My voice sounded defensive, even to my own ears. "I didn’t plan it like this. I married Tom straight out of uni. He was my first serious boyfriend. I never really thought about anyone else after that."

Lauren's head snapped around, brows lifting, and the grin she gave me was pure mischief. "Wait, straight out of uni? No one else? Not even a fling?"

I shook my head, cheeks flushing. "No. He was safe. Nice. We moved in together, got married a year later. That was it." Lauren had been travelling for years during that part of our relationship. I'd only met her after Tom and I had already been married for over a year.

Lauren let out a low whistle, lips curving. "Fuck, that’s, well, that’s tragic, sweetheart."

I shot her a look. "Thanks."

She laughed, playful and unrepentant. "Oh, don’t pout. I just mean you missed out. Your twenties? They’re for fucking up, for experimenting. What do you think I was doing travelling?"

I swallowed, that twist in my stomach tightening. "What... what kind of experimenting?"

Lauren's grin turned positively wicked. "You name it. Men, women... threesomes, the occasional terrible decision in a nightclub toilet... one glorious week with a couple twice my age." She shrugged, utterly shameless. "You're meant to be reckless. How else do you learn what you like?"

I blinked. "You've... been with women?"

Her laugh rang out, low and smoky. "Of course I have. What do you think? I married boring, yeah, but I had my fun. And honestly?" She leaned in close, lips barely brushing my ear. "Some of those nights, with the right woman? They were the best."

My breath caught, heat curling low in my belly. "I think I might've liked that. If I'd ever tried it."

Lauren pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, her grin fading into something softer, more knowing. "Yeah. I reckon you would've."

The silence that settled was thick, charged. I could feel her gaze on me, burning.

Lauren stubbed out her cigarette, standing slowly. "I'm going to my room," she said, voice low and teasing. "You can come by... if you want."

And then she was gone, leaving me trembling, staring out into the dark, wondering how the hell I'd ended up on the edge of something I didn't understand, but couldn't resist.

I stayed frozen long after Lauren disappeared, the garden around me sinking into silence. Somewhere inside, a burst of laughter rang out, then faded. The rest of the house had settled into that familiar rhythm, booze, soft arguments, people winding down.

I should go back in. Find Tom. Curl up on the sofa and pretend none of that conversation had happened. Pretend I hadn't felt that flutter low in my stomach when Lauren spoke, when she laughed about women and bad decisions and all the things I'd never dared try.

I sipped the last of my wine, barely tasting it.

"You can come by... if you want."

The words replayed, slow and heavy. Lauren hadn't begged. Hadn't even looked back. She'd simply left the door open.

I stood, pacing the garden path, arms folded tight across my chest. Every sensible part of me screamed to let it go. To forget that charged conversation. To remember I had a husband sitting inside right now.

But it wasn't sense driving me now. It was the throb of something new, something I'd never dared touch.

I circled the garden twice more, biting my lip raw, before finally, finally, I drifted toward the house. My steps were slow, hesitant. Even now I told myself I was just checking. Not choosing.

The hallway stretched out before me, impossibly quiet. Lauren's door was ajar, the sliver of lamplight slicing through the dark. I stopped three steps short, heart hammering so loudly I swore it echoed.

I could still turn back. I should.

My hand trembled as I pressed it lightly against the door, pushing it open wider.

Lauren wasn't there. The room smelled of perfume, something rich and feminine. I hovered in the threshold, poised to bolt, but then, I saw half-tucked into a travel bag, black straps tangled like a serpent waiting to strike, a ribbed orange silicone shaft. It was a strap-on.

I stared.

Something primal flared low in my belly, shame and heat twisting together. I knew what it was. Knew what it was for. My throat went dry.

I should turn around. Now.

"I figured you'd find that."

I spun, heart leaping to my throat. Lauren stood in the doorway to the en suite, leaning lazily against the frame, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips.

"That's for Grant" she drawled, her husband's name "He likes being bent over."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came.

Lauren pushed off the door, stepping inside, voice dropping to a low purr. "But I've always wondered how it'd feel using it on someone soft, someone curious."

Her gaze slid over me, unapologetic, hungry.

"Someone like you."

I stood frozen, cheeks burning, eyes flicking between Lauren and the harness laid bare in the bag.

"You... you use that on him?" My voice was barely there, strained.

Lauren smiled, slow, indulgent, as if she were amused by the question. "Mmm. Sometimes. When he begs properly."

She moved past me, trailing her fingertips lightly over my arm, crossing to the bedside table where she poured herself a glass of water. She drank slowly, throat working, before glancing back over her shoulder. "You look shocked."

"I just, I don’t know. I’ve never..." I faltered, shifting my weight from foot to foot. "I’ve never even thought about it."

Lauren chuckled, deep, rich, undeniably confident. "That’s your problem. You haven’t thought about much, have you?"

My jaw tensed. "That’s not fair."

"Isn’t it?" Lauren turned, leaning back against the table, arms folded under her chest. "You married him right out of uni. No one else. No wild years. No mistakes worth remembering. You said it yourself."

My fists clenched at my sides. "And what? That makes me boring?"

Lauren’s smile softened, eyes glittering in the low light. "No. It makes you curious."

The word hung heavy in the air. I exhaled shakily, gaze dropping again to the strap-on, the reality of what I was considering settling hard in my chest.

"I shouldn’t be here," I whispered.

Lauren pushed off the table, slow and measured. She closed the distance between us, stopping just short of touching. "But you are."

My eyes flicked up to meet hers, Lauren’s gaze was steady, full of wicked promise but not forcing. Waiting. Always waiting.

"Tell me," Lauren murmured. "What exactly are you scared of? That you’ll hate it? Or that you won’t?"

My lips parted, but no sound came. Lauren smiled knowingly, leaning in until her breath warmed my cheek.

"It’s just sex," Lauren whispered. "Bodies, heat, skin against skin. The world won’t end if you find out you like it."

I shivered, torn between the pounding of my heart and the part of me that wanted to know, needed to.

Lauren pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Let me show you. No pressure. No rush. You tell me if you want to stop." she said softly. "You deserve to be touched by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. No fumbling. No apologies."

I bit my lip. "I, I don’t know if I can."

Lauren smiled again, slower this time, her voice dropping to a velvet purr. "That’s alright. You don’t have to do anything." She took another step, closing the final distance, fingers brushing my cheek. "Just... stay."

I trembled under that touch, every nerve lit up. I didn’t step back.

"Stay. Let me touch you, and if you don’t like it, you walk away. No hard feelings."

I swallowed hard, lips trembling as I breathed out, "Okay."

Lauren grinned, victorious but still patient. "Good girl."

She kissed my cheek, just once, featherlight and maddening. Then she leaned back, fingers trailing down my arm.

Her smile deepened, her fingers tracing lightly down my bare arm, watching the shiver that followed her touch. "You’re shaking."

I tried to speak, but Lauren was already moving, reaching for the hem of my jumper, slow and deliberate.

"Let me."

I nodded once, helpless, arms raising almost of their own accord. The jumper slid away, leaving me bare-skinned and flushed in the low light. Lauren’s eyes roamed, dark and hungry, but she didn’t rush.

"God, you’re beautiful," Lauren murmured, almost like she was talking to herself.

Fingers traced the edge of my bra, skimming skin, teasing rather than groping. My breath came shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly as Lauren circled behind me, unhooking the clasp with maddening precision.

The bra slipped forward. I caught it instinctively, but Lauren’s hands slid down my arms, gently pulling them free. "No hiding."

My nipples pebbled under the cool air, but I didn’t cover myself. I couldn’t.

Then Lauren was back in front of me, smiling with that quiet, devastating confidence. Without a word, she placed her hands on my hips, guiding me back until the edge of the bed caught behind my knees.

"Lie down, Katie."

I did. Not even a thought of protest. I sank onto the bed, heart hammering, staring up at Lauren like she was the only thing left in the world.

Lauren followed slowly, shedding her own shirt, revealing a pale, toned stomach and the swell of her breasts. Her body moved like water, every shift, every motion deliberate and sensual, built to be watched.

I couldn’t look away.

Lauren caught my stare, smiling as she slid her trousers down her hips, leaving herself bare. "See something you like?" she teased, voice low, rich with amusement.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Lauren climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips, her hands gliding up along my sides, mapping every inch of skin like she had all the time in the world.

"I’m going to show you," she whispered, leaning down to kiss my throat, "exactly what you’ve been missing."

Her mouth was hot, soft, exploring slowly. Lips brushed over my collarbone, teeth grazing lightly at the skin until I gasped.

Lauren smiled against my skin, moving lower, kissing the swell of my breasts, hands sliding up to cup and knead gently, thumbs circling until I arched beneath her.

"Just relax," Lauren breathed, "I want to taste you."

I whimpered as Lauren’s mouth closed around one nipple, sucking softly, her hand sliding lower, over the curve of my hip, down my thigh, then back up to trace the waistband of my jeans.

She glanced up, eyes gleaming. "May I?"

I nodded, barely, my voice gone.

Lauren’s fingers made quick work of the button and zip, easing the jeans down my legs with maddening slowness, dragging my knickers down with them until I lay fully exposed, trembling.

Lauren sat back for a moment, drinking me in. "Fuck... look at you."

Then she moved, hands firm as she spread my thighs, lowering herself until her mouth hovered just above that aching, exposed heat.

"I’ll be gentle... at first." Lauren’s smirk was wicked as she kissed the inside of my thigh. My breath left me in a shuddering gasp as Lauren’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate line, up my leg, exploring like she had all night to learn me.

She settled between my thighs with the same deliberate grace she did everything, with full knowledge of the effect she had. She kissed along the inside of my thigh, soft and maddening, her hands stroking slow circles over my trembling skin.

"Relax," she whispered, lips brushing my skin. "Let me show you how it’s meant to feel."

My breath came ragged, my fists curling into the sheets. No one had ever looked at me like this, like I was something to be devoured, savoured. Lauren didn’t rush, didn’t grope or fumble the way Tom so often did in the dark, driven more by his own need than mine.

No, Lauren took her time.

She parted my folds with a gentle thumb, eyes dark with hunger as she watched every shiver roll through me. Then her tongue slid out, slow, deliberate, tasting me like she had all the time in the world.

I gasped, my back arching at the first contact, so soft it was barely there, but enough to light my nerves like a live wire.

Lauren smiled against me, pressing her mouth more firmly, the tip of her tongue swirling slow, lazy circles that made my thighs tremble.

"Oh God!" I breathed, voice breaking.

Lauren didn’t answer, she couldn’t, mouth too busy exploring every inch of me, finding every spot that made me whimper, then returning to it until I was panting.

Her hands slid up, firm on my hips, holding me down as she worked, tongue flicking, curling, teasing until my hips started to move on their own, instinct dragging me up toward that heat.

"That’s it," Lauren murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, breath hot against my soaked skin. "Don’t fight it. Let me hear you."

My head tipped back, a quiet moan slipping free as Lauren’s mouth claimed me again, deeper this time, her tongue stroking in slow, devastating laps. She sucked lightly on my clit, then soothed the ache with her tongue, never once rushing, never breaking the rhythm.

My hips bucked, helpless now, grinding up into Lauren’s face as pleasure built sharp and fast.

"Fuck! Lauren!" I gasped, but Lauren only moaned against me, I could feel the moan through my core, making me cry out.

Every movement was precise, practiced. Lauren knew exactly what she was doing, reading my body like a map. She licked deeper, firmer, until I was sobbing for breath, my body trembling violently beneath her.

"Tom... Tom’s never... fuck... never!" I choked out, but Lauren only smiled against me, tongue teasing mercilessly.

She pulled back just long enough to whisper, "No. He wouldn’t know how."

And then Lauren’s mouth was on me again, hungry now, devouring every sound, every shudder as I broke apart beneath her, hips grinding desperately against her face, chasing the edge.

Lauren held me there, steady, patient, until my cry shattered the air, my entire body tensing, then collapsing into helpless tremors.

The orgasm tore through me, violent and all-consuming. It felt like my body fractured, every nerve lighting up until I could barely remember my own name. My back arched off the bed, a strangled cry ripping from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

When it finally broke, I was left trembling, boneless, every breath shaky. And Lauren just smiled against my skin, proud, wicked, and utterly victorious.

Only then did Lauren ease back, licking her lips slowly, eyes dark with triumph as she looked up at me, flushed and breathless.

"See?" she whispered, voice teasing and full of wicked pride. "That’s how it feels when someone really knows what they’re doing."

I could only gasp, staring down at her with wide, desperate eyes.

Lauren grinned lazily, watching me recover, eyes half-lidded and lazy with satisfaction, her mouth glistening with proof of what she’d done. When I finally met her gaze, she sat back on her heels and smirked.

"Your turn." She winked.

My breath caught. "I... I don’t know if I,"

Lauren reached out, dragging a knuckle gently down my flushed cheek. "Oh, you’ll be fine. Just do what feels good." Her grin widened, playful now. "I’m not exactly going to complain, am I?"

I swallowed hard, heart hammering against my ribs. Lauren was so impossibly calm, so sure, and here I was, skin too tight, nerves frayed and raw.

She leaned back with a stretch, resting on her elbows, thighs falling open in clear, shameless invitation. "Come here, Katie."

I hesitated only a moment longer before crawling forward, settling between her legs. My mouth went dry at the sight of her, slick, glistening, open and waiting.

"It’s alright," Lauren purred, her voice soft and coaxing. "Taste me."

My cheeks burned, but I leaned in, closing my eyes as I let my tongue flick out, testing, tentative.

The taste was... strange. Not unpleasant. Musky, rich, but nothing like I’d imagined. I exhaled shakily, glancing up, and caught Lauren smiling down at me, soft, proud, a glint of teasing pleasure in her eyes.

"That’s it. Good girl," she whispered, biting her lip.

I shivered and tried again, longer now, bolder. I licked slowly, trying to mimic what Lauren had done to me, hunting for the places that made her breath catch.

Lauren moaned, low, throaty, and the sound went straight through me, settling like heat low in my belly.

"Yes! Just like that." Lauren's head tipped back, hips shifting playfully as she gave herself over. "Fuck you feel good down there, sweetheart. Keep going."

Her praise sent a fresh rush of confidence through me. I pressed my mouth more firmly, hands sliding up her thighs to grip them tight as I found a rhythm. I circled my tongue, tracing where I remembered Lauren's most devastating strokes.

Lauren gasped, back arching, a teasing laugh escaping. "Oh, Kaite... you’re a fast learner. I might just keep you."

Her words made me bold. I sucked gently, the way she had, earning a sharp, breathless moan.

Lauren’s thighs trembled under my grip, her hips starting to roll, seeking more, needing it.

"Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop!" she gasped, voice breaking with a needy whimper. "Right there! Just! Right! Fucking! There!"

I obeyed, eyes fluttering closed as I worked, my tongue and lips soft but insistent, driven now by the desperate sounds spilling from her mouth.

Lauren’s breathing turned ragged, her hands twisting in the sheets as her hips bucked into my face, helpless, lost in it.

"You’re, fuck, you’re going to make me cum!" Her voice breaking on a moan that sent a thrill through me.

I didn’t stop, almost desperate to prove I could make Lauren feel the way she had made me.

Lauren’s cry split the air, sharp, guttural, as she came hard, body trembling beneath my mouth, riding it out until she sagged back, gasping. Juices flowed from her, more watery and sweet, coating my tongue and lips. 

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of Lauren’s ragged breathing. Then she laughed, low, breathless, utterly delighted, as she dragged me up into her arms.

"Fuck, you’re full of surprises."

My face was flushed, but I couldn’t stop smiling, giddy, drunk on the taste of her and the heady pride of making Lauren lose control.

I lay breathless against Lauren’s shoulder, skin flushed, heart still thudding from the taste of victory and of her. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us was thick, heavy with sweat and the scent of sex.

Finally, I stirred, my voice soft, uncertain. "I... I liked that."

Lauren’s lips curled into a slow, teasing smile as she turned, brushing hair from my face. "I know you did. You were perfect."

I flushed, biting my lip. "I didn’t think... I mean, I didn’t know I could like it that much."

Lauren chuckled, dark and warm. "It’s different with someone who knows what they’re doing." She leaned in, kissed my temple, then pulled back just enough for her eyes to glint. "And now... I want more."

My breath caught as Lauren shifted, reaching lazily to the side where the harness and toy waited. My gaze followed, widening as she drew the strap-on from the bag, orange, gleaming, thick. The weight of it seemed obscene in her hands.

"You said you’ve never done anything like this," Lauren murmured, voice low and playful. "So you should know this isn’t just for you."

I blinked, still staring at the toy. "What do you mean?"

Lauren grinned wickedly, turning the harness slightly to show me the smooth, curved insert nestled inside the straps.

"It fits inside me," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "So when I’m inside you it’s fucking me too."

My breath stuttered. Unable to form words at the thought of what I was about to do, what we were about to do.

Lauren leaned in, kissing me slow, deep, tasting herself on my lips.

My eyes dropped back to the toy. The size of it made my stomach twist with nerves, and something else. It glistened in the lamplight, Bright orange, thick enough to make my mouth go dry.

"It’s..." I swallowed hard, voice trembling. "It’s bigger than I thought." It was easily twice as thick as Tom, and at least an inch or two longer. 

Lauren laughed softly, fastening the straps around her hips with practiced ease, tightening the buckles until the toy sat proud and ready, swaying gently between her legs.

"Don’t be scared," she purred, her voice like silk and full of wicked promise. "I’ll go slow... unless, of course, you beg me not to."

I bit my lip, heart hammering, my body screaming with equal parts fear and desperate arousal.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, off her. Lauren stood there, naked but for the harness, powerful, beautiful, and utterly in control.

"You want this," she teased, her hand slowly stroking along the shaft, playful and smug. "I can see it. You’re already soaked just looking at me."

She stood over me, the glistening orange shaft jutting proudly from her hips, her body sleek and coiled like a predator savouring the moment. She stroked along the length of it lazily, smirking as my wide, dark eyes followed every movement.

"You’re quiet now," she teased, voice low and sing-song. "Nervous?"

"A little," I admitted, my breath trembling.

Lauren smiled slowly. "Good. You should be."

She climbed onto the bed with that same easy grace, climbing between my legs, the weight of the toy heavy between us. Leaning down, her lips brushed my ear.

"You’re going to love this."

A needy sound escaped me, my thighs parting instinctively. Lauren kissed me, slow, deep, while grinding her hips just enough for the slick head of the toy to drag along my soaked folds.

I gasped, hips jerking.

"God" Lauren purred against my lips. "You really want this don’t you."

"Please." I breathed, but she only smirked, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.

"No, not yet."

Lauren shifted, sliding the toy up and down, teasing me mercilessly but never pushing in. Her free hand roamed my body, palming my breasts, rolling a nipple between her fingers until I writhed beneath her.

"I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her voice thick with teasing delight. "Tell me you want me."

I bit my lip, desperate, trying to hold back the needy sound clawing up my throat. But Lauren’s teasing was relentless, stroking, pressing just enough to make my body ache for more.

"Say it," she demanded, her voice rich and commanding.

"I want you," I gasped, hips bucking. "Please, Lauren, please fuck me."

Lauren’s smile was wicked as she kissed me hard, swallowing my moan. "That’s better."

And then, finally, she pressed forward, slow, steady, the thick head of the toy breaching me inch by inch. I gasped, hands clutching at her shoulders as my body stretched around the unfamiliar fullness.

"Fuck... you’re tight," Lauren groaned, hips pushing deeper, struggling slightly against my tightness, the internal bulb pressing against her own walls. 

My head tipped back, a strangled sound breaking from my throat. "Oh my God!"

Lauren stilled, letting me adjust, kissing my throat, my shoulder, my body trembled, every nerve alight. Slowly, Lauren began to move, rocking her hips, shallow thrusts building into a steady rhythm, the thick ribbed shaft dragging against my walls.

"That’s it, take it." she breathed, her own voice breaking as the bulb inside her shifted with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

My moans grew louder, hips rising to meet each stroke, the pressure and fullness driving me wild.

"Harder!" I gasped. "Please!"

Lauren grinned, dark and hungry. "I knew you’d love this."

With that, her pace quickened, her hips slamming forward with each stroke, filling me over and over until the room was thick with the sound of skin meeting skin and breathless moans.

The wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies filled the air. I was gasping now, legs trembling around her hips as the thick shaft filled me over and over, each thrust measured, deep. Each thrust the ribs were running over the sensitive tight entrance to my vagina in a way that made me moan and squirm.

"You’re perfect like this," Lauren groaned, voice rough with pleasure. "You’ve let go, you’re loving this. Ilove seeing you like this” 

I could barely answer, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rocked into me harder, the pressure building fast and unstoppable.

Then the door creaked open.

My eyes flew wide, breath catching as I turned my head. Standing frozen in the doorway was Lauren’s husband Grant. Eyes wide. Mouth parted in shock.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, panic surging. "Lauren, Grant!"

I scrambled, trying to push her off, hands pressing at her shoulders, but Lauren didn’t move. Didn’t even falter. Her hips kept driving forward, fucking me through the rising wave of shock.

"Lauren, please, he’s,"

Lauren finally glanced over her shoulder, breathing hard, a wicked smile curling her lips. "I know."

I froze, breath shuddering.

Her voice dropped, commanding and calm. "Shut the door."

Her husband blinked, visibly swallowing as his gaze flicked between us, the strap-on buried deep inside me, the slick, desperate way my body clung to her.

"You can stay... if you want," Lauren added, her smile sharp and teasing, "but shut the fucking door."

There was a heartbeat of silence. Then slowly he nodded.

The door clicked shut.

Grant crossed the room, silent, dazed. He sank into the chair by the wall able to see everything but he didn’t say a word.

Lauren turned back to me, her eyes dark, lips curling into something almost tender. "See?" she teased, grinning wickedly. "He knows better than to interrupt me."

I whimpered, face burning with humiliation and something far darker twisting low in my belly.

"Lauren... please!" My mind was a whirl. I had just been caught cheating on my husband with his sister, by her husband. Everything was unraveling, and then he just sat down. I was panicking.

She hushed me with a kiss, never breaking rhythm, never stopping. Her hips kept driving forward, strong and relentless, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the near silent room.

"He’s watching," Lauren whispered playfully against my ear. "Watching me fuck you. He likes it. He won’t say anything. Ever."

I moaned, mortified, aroused, my hands clawing at Lauren’s back as my body betrayed me, hips lifting, seeking every thrust.

Lauren smiled wider, her voice a low, wicked purr. "That’s it. Let him see what it looks like when someone really knows how to take you."

And she didn’t stop, not for shame, not for guilt, not for the wide eyes staring from the corner of the room. Lauren fucked me harder, riding the wave of power and lust, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

The air felt suffocating, thick with heat, sweat, and the wet, relentless sounds of Lauren’s hips pounding forward. I gasped with every thrust, body trembling, torn between shame and raw, aching pleasure.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the movement, Grant, shifting in the chair, his breathing shallow. Curiosity got the better of me, and I dared a glance.

My breath caught.

His trousers were undone, pushed halfway down his thighs, exposing his modest cock, gripped tightly in his fist. He was stroking himself slowly, deliberately. Every ragged breath he took was synced to the steady movement of his hand.

He wasn’t looking at Lauren. Not entirely. His eyes were locked on where his wife’s body met mine, watching every slow, obscene thrust. Drinking in the slick sounds, the desperate way my hips arched up to meet hers.

His lips were parted, tongue darting out to wet them, the muscles in his jaw flexing with restraint. He wanted to speak, I could see it, but he stayed silent, just watching. Absorbing every second like it was his own private heaven.

A whimper escaped me, torn straight from my throat. The sight of him there, stroking himself, so obviously lost in us, made something sharp twist low in my belly. Part of me burned with humiliation, another part thrilled at being on display.

I couldn’t look away.

Lauren, her voice a low chuckle against my skin, "Told you. He likes watching. Don’t you, sweetheart?"

Grant didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His hand moved faster now, breath coming quicker, but still, his eyes stayed locked on me.

I kept looking over, still not sure how to feel. Lauren noticed. Of course she noticed.

"No," she growled playfully, her hand snapping up to catch my chin, dragging my gaze away from Grant and back to her.

"Look at me."

My eyes fluttered, panic flashing. "Lauren, he."

"I said look at me," Lauren commanded, her voice low, dangerous, but laced with that teasing edge. "Focus. Right here."

Her fingers held my face firmly as her hips never faltered, thrusting deep, pulling gasps from my throat.

"Let him watch. Let him fucking wank himself raw. But you?" Lauren leaned in, lips ghosting over mine, her breath hot and ragged. "You’re mine. Eyes on me."

"I, I can’t,"

Lauren kissed me hard, swallowing the protest, claiming my mouth as thoroughly as she claimed my body. Her tongue slid deep, as the toy filled me over and over, her rhythm unbroken.

From the corner, I could still hear it, the slick sound of Grant’s hand moving faster now, his breathing ragged, matching Lauren’s thrusts.

But Lauren kept me locked in place, lips brushing against my cheek as she whispered darkly, "That’s it. Forget him. You feel me? Only me."

I nodded weakly, eyes wide, lips trembling. "Only you," I gasped.

"Good girl," Lauren purred, driving her hips harder now, her own pleasure cresting as the bulb inside her pressed deliciously with every thrust. "Now let me finish what I started."

Lauren’s thrusts deepened, her hips snapping forward with purpose now, the orange shaft sliding slick and hard into me over and over. The sound of it filled the room, matched only by the sharp gasps spilling from my lips.

Lauren’s hand stayed firm on my jaw, holding my face in place, forcing me to meet those dark, commanding eyes.

"That’s it," Lauren growled, her voice rough but tinged with a wicked grin, "I can feel you. You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?"

I whimpered, my hands clutching desperately at her back, nails digging in. "Yes, fuck! YES!"

"Good." Lauren’s eyes burned into me. "You’re going to come for me. Right here, while he fucking watches."

A shudder wracked my body. I could still hear Grant in the corner, the slick sound of his fist working over his cock, his breathing desperate, but Lauren wouldn’t let me look. Wouldn’t let me think.

"Forget him," Lauren whispered harshly. "He’s nothing. Right now, it’s just me. Just this."

Her hips drove harder, the strap-on filling me completely, ribbing every aching, desperate spot inside until I was trembling, on the verge of breaking.

"Come for me," Lauren ordered, her lips brushing mine, "Now. Let me feel you."

My cry tore from my throat, a raw, desperate sound, as the climax crashed through me, violent and unstoppable.

My body seized, trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure tore through me, my cunt clenching around the thick toy buried deep inside.

"That’s it... fuck... that’s it," Lauren groaned, her own body shuddering as the internal bulb ground against her with every movement. "Good fucking girl"

I couldn’t stop shaking, my cries muffled against Lauren’s mouth as she kissed me hard until I lay sprawled on the bed, limbs trembling, breath ragged, my skin flushed and slick with sweat. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to, every nerve in my body still singing from the brutal orgasm Lauren had wrung from me.

Dazed, I watched as Lauren slowly pulled free, The empty void inside seeming to gape open for a second as the giant shaft was removed. The strap-on glistened, coated in my arousal, shining in the low light.

Lauren didn’t speak. She stood there, powerful, breathing hard, her dark eyes now fixed on Grant.

"Come here," she ordered, voice low, rough with need, a teasing lilt curling her lips.

Grant stood slowly, his hand dropping from his cock as he obeyed, wordless.

Lauren nodded toward the end of the bed, flashing me a wicked smile. "Bend over."

I could only watch, wide-eyed, as Grant walked to the foot of the bed, placing his hands flat on the wooden frame. He gripped it tight, back arched, presenting himself.

"Good boy," Lauren purred, voice silk-wrapped sin, as she moved behind him, the slick toy still shining with my release. "You’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?"

Without ceremony, she spat once into her palm, stroking it over the length of the toy, though it barely needed it. It was covered my juices which she mixed with her saliva as she massaged the shaft. 

I shivered, too drained to speak, as I watched Lauren line herself up flashing me a grin.

With one slow, brutal thrust, Lauren buried the toy deep in Grant’s ass.

"Fuck!" he groaned, his fingers tightening on the bedframe.

Lauren grinned, hips rolling as she settled into him, groaning as the internal bulb pressed deep inside her, driving her wild. 

She leaned over him, her hand snaking around to wrap firmly around his cock. "You liked watching, didn’t you? Watching your wife fuck that pretty little thing." Both of them looked at me, laying spread out on the bed, my slight frame sore and used after Lauren’s attentions. 

Grant moaned, his hips jerking as Lauren began to thrust, deep, relentless strokes that rocked his body forward.

"Stay still," she hissed, but there was a wicked edge to it, her hand working his cock in time with each hard thrust. "You don’t come until I say so."

I could only watch, hypnotised, my body still trembling, as Lauren fucked her husband from behind. 

Lauren’s breathing quickened, her rhythm savage now, hips slamming into Grant as she jerked him harder. 

"Please! Lauren. I," Grant’s voice broke, desperate.

"Shut up! Don’t speak!" Lauren growled, slamming into him one final time as she squeezed his cock. "Come. Now."

Grant cried out, his body seizing as he came hard, thick streams spilling from him, splattering hot across the sheets, dangerously close to my exhausted, trembling body.

Lauren groaned, her own release cresting as the bulb inside her dragged pleasure through every nerve. She held still, panting, her hand still wrapped tight around Grant as he collapsed against the frame.

For a long moment, the room was silent, just harsh breaths and the lingering scent of sex.

Lauren smiled slowly, victorious. "Perfect."

She glanced at me, eyes gleaming with pride. "See, experimenting is fun."

I couldn’t argue.

Downstairs the room was dark, the only light the flicker of the television and the dim glow of a half-finished bottle of wine. Laughter drifted in from the kitchen, someone telling a story no one really cared about.

Lauren adjusted her shirt as she stepped back into the living room, her face calm, composed, not a hair out of place. I followed a few steps behind, skin flushed, legs weak, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of everything that had just happened upstairs.

And yet, no one noticed.

Tom glanced up from the sofa, smiled lazily. "Hey. Everything alright?"

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "Yeah. Just needed some air. Lauren and I went for a little walk."

Lauren’s lips quirked, “Yeah we just needed a bit of exercise, to stretch out a bit.” I could still feel the soreness of that stretching. 

I sat down curling up beside Tom, his arm automatically sliding around my shoulders. Tom kissed the top of my head. "Missed you."

I smiled faintly, resting my head against his chest, my eyes flicking once, just once, to Lauren.

Lauren caught the glance, smiling slow and lazy as she reached for her wine.

No one in the room had any idea. No one saw the way my thighs pressed together, the way my pulse hammered. No one saw the ghost of Lauren’s touch still lingering on my skin.

But I felt it. Every inch of me.

My body still thrummed, aching, satisfied, claimed.

I closed my eyes, breathing deep, and for the first time in years, I felt alive.