The Affair That Backfired

I was completely stunned.

Natalie and Scott were unbelievably bold. Chasing a thrill, they were actually making love right in front of me.

If they realized I was awake, it would be mortifying!

I barely dared to breathe and squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

But the sounds beside me grew louder, heavier, and more intimate. Natalie sounded like she was completely lost in it.

Unable to help myself, I cracked one eye open.

The moment I looked, my breath almost stopped. Scott was gripping himself, completely exposed.

All the photos Natalie had ever sent me showed him wearing underwear. This was the first time I had seen him for real.

I froze.

He was...far bigger than I had imagined.

If something like that actually entered a woman's body... Could anyone even handle it?

Heat rushed through me instantly. A restless ache spread low in my body, impossible to ignore.

A reckless thought slipped into my mind.

What if, right now, he were leaning over me instead?

The idea alone made my thoughts blur. My entire body stirred awake, restless and alive.

My eyes locked onto him as if glued there, unable to look away. My mouth went dry, while my breathing grew shallow.

I felt like I might actually cry from wanting something I shouldn't.

Then, I heard a soft chuckle.

I lifted my head slightly and met Scott's eyes.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs, heat flooding my face.

He knew I had been watching.

The embarrassment nearly swallowed me whole.

I thought he would stop once he realized I was awake. Instead, he became even more shameless.

The scene was already overwhelming, and now, he knew I was conscious, still secretly watching.

The intensity made heat surge through my body, impossible to suppress.

I squeezed my eyes shut again, trying desperately to calm myself, to hide the changes I could feel happening.

But everything felt too vivid, too overwhelming. My body ignored my will, growing hotter, emptier, and restless in a way I couldn't control.

My breathing turned uneven, quick, and shallow.

I used every ounce of strength to keep my eyes closed, fighting the restless ache spreading through me.

I was terrified Natalie might suddenly turn around.

And then, without warning, a hand pressed against my chest.

My eyes flew open. Scott winked at me.

How could he be this bold?

Natalie was still beneath him!

Panic broke across my skin in a cold sweat. I wanted to shove his hand away, but I was afraid any sudden movement would draw Natalie's attention.

And the moment his hand touched me, a shock ran through my body, unlike anything I had ever felt.

To my shame, I didn't want to push him away.

What was wrong with me?

Still, I shot him a warning look, silently telling him to stop.

To my despair, he only grew bolder, kneading and squeezing my curves as if I were a lump of playdough, molding me into any shape he pleased.

The sensation sent my pulse racing, heat spreading through me as my heart pounded wildly.

Seeing my reaction seemed to excite Scott even more. He watched me closely, his touch growing increasingly daring.

I was terrified, my heart racing as a voice inside me screamed to pull away and escape.

But every brush of his hand felt like electricity, a current traveling across every inch of my skin. My body softened against my will, strength draining from my limbs.

And then I felt it, warmth spreading downstairs, impossible to hide.

As if sensing the change, his hand moved lower, slowly sliding toward my thigh.

His fingertips were slightly rough, the touch sharp at first, yet strangely intoxicating.