Chapter 62: REALLY DONE IT

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NAME: Chance Brooks

LVL: 12 [590/798]

RANK: Homewrecker

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[ CORE STATS ]

> CHA: 25

> END: 11

> PER: 30

> LCK: 4

> IBE: 26

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[ ENERGY ]

> LUST: 200/200

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[ACTIVE PERKS: Expand]

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SIN POINTS: 1520

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I stared at the numbers for a long moment.

Damn. Look at that. Perfect.

From the bathroom I could still hear the water running. Sarah was in there washing my cum off her face and chest while her husband sat upstairs with his friends, completely unaware.

I leaned back on the bed and let the reality of it settle in.

I had really done it.

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NEW QUEST

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[!] MISSION:

Alone?

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> OBJECTIVE:

Join Sarah while she

is in the shower.

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> REWARD:

+115 EXP

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Join her while was in the shower, huh?

I could do that. Hell, it might even push her Favor higher on top of whatever the system was already tracking. That felt like the next logical step.

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TARGET: Sarah Angi

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[ RELATIONSHIP ]

> Partner: [Hubert]

> Loyalty: 0%

> Dependence: 0%

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[ SYSTEM SYNC ]

> Favor: 31% [?]

> Threat: None

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x6 Sexual Encounter EXP

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> GRIEVANCE LOG

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Thirty-one percent already. It must have climbed while we were on the bed and I’d been too far gone to notice. Good.

This was real. I had just fucked the wife of a man I hated. Actually... if I was ranking people I hated, Cole still sat higher. And Karim. I still couldn’t believe that bastard had handed me over to Cole like it was nothing.

"Shit... okay."

I stood, pulled two clean towels from the small wardrobe, and left the bedroom. I stripped off my shirt on the way and knocked once on the bathroom door.

"Come in," Sarah called, voice soft over the sound of running water.

I stepped inside, set the towels on the counter, and looked at her.

She stood under the spray with her back half-turned, water cascading down the curve of her spine, over the soft swell of her ass, and down her thighs. Her dark hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders. Soap suds slid slowly between her full breasts and over the slight softness of her stomach. She looked unreal... flushed, wet, and still carrying the dazed afterglow of everything we’d just done.

Our eyes met. She went shy immediately, one arm half-crossing over her chest even though it did almost nothing to hide her.

I didn’t say anything. I just stepped out of my remaining clothes and walked into the shower with her.

The hot water hit my shoulders. Sarah gave me a small, uncertain smile. Then she turned her back to me, glanced over her shoulder, and looked down at my cock. Without a word she stepped back and pressed her soft, wet ass against it.

I hardened almost instantly.

My hands found her hips, then slid lower to grip the full curves of her ass. I reached around and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples while I kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give me more room. My cock, fully hard now, nestled naturally between her cheeks. I rolled my hips slowly, dragging the length of it up and down the slick valley of her ass while the water poured over both of us.

A low groan left my throat. I kept kissing her neck, her shoulder, the soft spot just under her ear. Sarah leaned back completely into me, letting me take more of her weight. Her hands came up and rested over mine where I still held her breasts.

"Sarah..." I whispered against her wet skin. "I can’t take it. I need more. I need you."

My cock twitched hard between her cheeks. She answered with a quiet moan.

"We... we shouldn’t..." she started, but the protest was weak.

I wrapped both arms around her from behind, still rocking slowly against her. "I love this side of you. I can’t get enough of it. What we did earlier wasn’t enough. Not even close."

Her face went red. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, shy and conflicted at the same time.

"You... I... Chance..."

"Please?"

She gulped down, waited for a few moments, then nodded.

"Y-you’ll... you’ll pull out, okay?" Her voice was barely audible over the water. "Don’t... don’t finish inside. It’s dangerous."

I kissed the wet hinge of her jaw. "Sarah... you’re so beautiful."

I took a half-step back, wrapped my hand around my cock, and guided the head to her entrance. She was still slick from earlier. I pushed in slowly, feeling every inch of her bare heat for the first time.

No condom. No fucking condom. Perfect.

The difference was immediate and overwhelming. Hotter. Tighter. More... dunno, more real. Sarah’s moan came out broken and loud as I sank deeper, and I answered it with one of my own. When my hips finally met her ass I stayed there, buried to the hilt, just feeling the way she clenched around me with nothing between us.

"Fuck..." she breathed, forehead nearly touching the tiled wall. "You’re... you’re so different from before. From how you used to be."

It had to be the IBE points. I had poured so many into that stat that even I could feel the difference in how my body responded and how hers answered.

I started moving... damn it. Getting used to this feeling was impossible. Fucking her like this while her husband was upstairs, not knowing anything...

Slow, deep strokes at first, letting her feel every inch. Her insides felt like they were on fire, searing hot and soft and perfect. Water ran down both of our bodies. Every time I bottomed out she made a small, punched-out sound that went straight to my cock.

"Your husband is right upstairs," I murmured against her ear while I fucked her. "And you’re... with me. I couldn’t be happier, Sarah."

Sarah’s walls fluttered hard around me. A shaky moan spilled out of her.

"I know," she whispered. "I know... and I still don’t want you to stop."

I gripped her hips tighter and kept thrusting, the wet heat of her gripping me on every stroke, the water pouring over us, and the knowledge of exactly whose wife I was buried inside making everything feel sharper.

I kept moving inside her, slow and deep at first, the hot water turning both of us slick. Every time I pushed forward her body gave under me in the best way, soft hips, the full curve of her ass pressed back against my stomach, the way her back arched just enough to change the angle. I slid one hand up from her waist and covered her breast again, squeezing gently while my other hand stayed locked on her hip to keep her steady.

"You’ve got an incredible body," I said against the wet skin of her shoulder. "I mean it. Soft in all the right places. These tits... this ass... I can’t stop looking at you."

Sarah shook her head quickly, water flying off the ends of her hair. "Don’t. I’m not... I’m older than you. I’ve had years of not taking care of myself. Hubert never even..."

"Stop." I thrust in harder to cut her off, and the sound she made was half protest, half something else entirely. "I don’t care what you think you look like. I’m the one inside you right now. I’m the one who can feel how wet you still are. You’re perfect like this."

She tried to argue again but it came out broken when I rolled my hips and stayed deep for a second. Her hand came back and gripped my forearm, nails digging in lightly.

"I’m serious," she managed. "I’ve put on weight. My stomach isn’t flat. My..."

I reached around and spread my palm over the soft curve of her lower belly, holding her there while I fucked into her with shorter, steadier strokes. "I like this. I like that you’re soft. I like that when I grab your hips my fingers sink in a little. You feel like a woman. Not some skinny girl who’s going to break."

A shaky breath left her. She pushed back against me harder, like her body had decided it didn’t care what her mouth was saying. I took the invitation and started moving with more purpose, longer pulls, deeper drives, the wet sound of our skin meeting echoing off the tiles under the spray.

"Your pussy is ridiculous," I muttered near her ear. "Hot and tight and gripping me every time I pull back. You keep squeezing like you don’t want me to leave."

"I can’t help it," she whispered. "It just... happens. You’re... fuck, this is wrong... but... I..."

I adjusted the angle, bending my knees a fraction, and drove up into her. Whatever I’d found made her whole body jolt. A sharp, surprised moan bounced off the walls. I stayed right there and did it again. And again. Her free hand slapped against the tile for balance.

"There?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, fuck, yes, right there..."