Chapter 67: ALMOST SHY

I grabbed the backs of her thighs and pushed. Sarah was soft, not especially flexible, so it took a little adjusting, her legs didn’t fold as easily as the sketch had suggested. I had to nudge her hips higher on the bed and lean more of my weight forward, guiding her calves back until they rested near her shoulders. The position was a little awkward at first. Her stomach compressed. Her breathing changed. But we made it work.

"Jeez... I should... wait, I got it." She groaned. "Were you talking about this one? Wow."

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"A little... I think so. I don’t know."

"Good enough for me."

By the time I settled between her legs she was bent open underneath me, thighs pressed back, completely exposed, the sheer babydoll bunched uselessly under her breasts.

I lined up, put the condom on, and pushed in.

The angle was obscene. I sank deeper than before, watching every inch disappear into her while she made a broken, punched-out sound. When my hips finally met hers I was buried to the hilt, her folded body taking all of me. I stayed there for a second just feeling how tight she was like this, how the position made her squeeze around me with almost no effort.

Then I started fucking her.

Slow, deep strokes at first so she could adjust. Every thrust pushed her further into the mattress. Her hands scrambled for something to hold, the sheets, my arms, whatever she could reach. The wet sound of me driving into her filled the bedroom. From this angle I could see everything: the way her soft stomach flexed, the way her tits shifted with every impact, the flushed, overwhelmed look on her face.

And the whole time the same thought kept looping in my head.

I was fucking Sarah Angi in her own marital bed. The same bed she shared with Hubert. The same sheets he slept on. His wife, folded open underneath me, taking my cock in the exact position she had once drawn in her private sketchbook.

The knowledge made every thrust feel heavier. Filthier. Better.

I gripped the backs of her thighs harder and picked up the pace, driving into her with steady, deep strokes that made the bedframe creak. Sarah’s mouth stayed open on continuous soft moans. Her eyes were glassy, locked on mine, the earlier shyness burned away by how completely the position left her open and helpless under me.

I leaned down further, nearly folding her in half completely, and fucked her like that, deep, relentless, the wet heat of her gripping me on every stroke while the reality of whose bed we were in sat hot and vicious in the back of my mind.

I kept fucking her in that folded position, deep and steady, watching the way her soft body took every stroke. The angle left nothing hidden. Every time I drove in I could see her stretch around me, could watch the way her stomach tensed and her breasts shifted. Sweat was starting to gather at her temples. The babydoll was a useless scrap of fabric bunched under her chest.

"You look so fucking good like this," I told her, voice rough. "Spread open for me. Taking me so deep. I could watch this all day."

Sarah’s answer was a broken little moan. "Oh... fuck... so good... agh..."

I adjusted my grip on the backs of her thighs and rolled my hips harder, grinding in at the bottom of every thrust. The wet sound of it filled the bedroom. Her fingers dug into the sheets hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

"That’s it," I murmured. "Just like that. You feel incredible. Soft and tight and perfect around me."

"Chance... so... oh, so... deep..."

The system window slid into view at the edge of my vision.

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OPPORTUNITY DETECTED

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[SUGGESTED DIALOGUE]

"Deeper than your husband?"

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COST: 20 Lust

EST. GAIN: +50 EXP

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I could actually see the estimated reward this time. Fifty EXP for twenty Lust. And the line itself was pure spite. Part of me hesitated, she usually shut down when Hubert came up, but the larger part of me wanted to hear it. Wanted the confirmation. Wanted to carve the comparison into the moment while I was buried inside her in their bed.

I leaned down until our noses nearly touched, still thrusting deep and slow.

"Deeper than your husband?"

Sarah’s eyes flew open and locked on mine. A long, shaky moan left her. For a second I thought she might refuse. Then, still taking every stroke, she nodded.

"I want to hear it," I said, licking a slow path up the side of her throat and across her chin. "Say it."

"You’re..."

She was struggling to keep her legs back in the folded position. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her teeth clenched. I could feel her getting close, the way her pussy kept tightening in little fluttering waves, the fine tremor starting in her thighs, the change in her breathing.

"You’re... AGH... fuck... You’re DEEPER!"

The words broke on a cry.

She came hard.

Her whole body seized under me. A sudden, strong gush of wetness spilled around my cock and soaked the sheets beneath us, more than I expected, enough that I felt it run down my balls and onto the mattress. She squirmed and shook, mouth open on a continuous broken sound, pussy clamping down in hard, rhythmic pulses that almost dragged me over the edge with her. I had to lock every muscle and stop moving completely, buried to the hilt, just to keep from finishing right there.

I stayed still and rode it out with her, watching the orgasm tear through her while she stayed folded open underneath me. It lasted longer than the first time in the shower. By the time the strongest waves finally started to fade she was trembling and gasping, completely wrecked.

She couldn’t hold the position anymore. Her legs slipped from my hands and fell open weakly to the sides.

I caught them, guided them up onto my shoulders instead, and kissed the soft inside of one thigh, then the other, while I started moving again, slower now, deep and careful, giving her something to feel while she came down.

"You have no idea how happy that made me," I said, still fucking her in long, rolling strokes. "Fuck... you’re so beautiful."

Sarah let out a breathless, almost embarrassed laugh and turned her face to the side. "D-don’t compliment me out of the blue. Not after I... c-climaxed. I look like a mess."

"Hey." I kissed her other thigh again and pushed in deep, staying there for a second. "If this is your ’mess’ version, then you’re really lucky."

"Ugh..." She laughed again, the sound shaky and real, then dragged in a long breath trying to steady herself. "You are... oh... phew... I’m... that was... that was intense."

I kept the same slow rhythm, letting her feel every inch on the way in and out. Her pussy was still fluttering with aftershocks, extra sensitive, extra wet from how hard she had come. The sheets under us were a lost cause. I didn’t care. I was still hard as hell inside her, still riding the high of hearing her admit I went deeper than her husband, still not finished.

Sarah’s hands found my forearms and held on loosely. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, watching me while I fucked her through the afterglow. Every few strokes a soft, involuntary sound still slipped out of her.

"You’re still going," she whispered, almost like she was surprised.

"Of course I am." I rolled my hips and watched her mouth fall open again. "I’m not even close to done with you."

A fresh flush spread across her cheeks. She bit her lower lip and nodded once, small and willing, and let her legs rest heavier on my shoulders so I could keep the deep angle.

I leaned down and kissed her while I continued the slow, thorough pace, claiming every soft, wet inch of her in the bed she shared with Hubert, with the proof of her orgasm still cooling on the sheets beneath us.

I kept fucking her with her legs still draped over my shoulders, the condom slick and tight around me. Every thrust went deep. The angle left her completely open, soft thighs pressed against my chest, her body taking me in long, wet strokes that made the bedframe creak in steady rhythm. I could feel how close I already was, the heat coiling low and heavy, the way my cock kept twitching harder inside the latex with every squeeze of her pussy.

I pushed deeper, grinding in at the bottom of each stroke just to feel her flutter around me.

"You feel so fucking good," I muttered, voice rough. "Soft and tight and perfect. I could stay inside you for hours."

Sarah’s answer was a shaky moan. Her hands kept opening and closing on the sheets like she needed something to hold onto. I gave it to her harder, watching the way her breasts shifted with every impact, the way her mouth stayed slightly open.

"Look at you," I went on, still driving into her. "Taking every inch. You’re so wet I can hear it. Every time I push in you grip me like you don’t want me to leave."

She made a small, helpless sound and nodded, eyes half-lidded. I could feel the orgasm building fast now, that sharp, inevitable climb that meant I only had a little time left. My rhythm started to falter in spite of myself, strokes turning shorter and more urgent.

Then Sarah looked up at me and opened both arms wide.

"Come here."

The words were soft. Almost shy.

Fucking cute.