And some more slip-ups

Although the shower was quite awkward for Sarah, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement as she scrubbed Kyle's skin under the stream of hot water. "I think we are good now." She said before getting out of the shower and grabbing the towel to dry him off. Kyle stepped out of the shower as well, his body still glistening from the water droplets. "Thanks, let me do that." He offered, reaching for her towel.

She smiled and let him dry her off. "You know, I do not think you should think about it too much." Kyle said, meeting her gaze as he ran the towel down her back. She felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, but his words made her think. "What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

He pull her closer with the towel, now pressing her hands against his bare chest. "I mean that it is fine for you to say whatever you want when we have sex, or as a warm-up, you know?" he says, his voice low and husky. "It's not real, it's just... fun. And it's between us. So you don't have to worry about it."

His words make her feel a little better, but she can't help but wonder what Chad will think if he ever hears her say those things. She tries to push the thought away, focusing instead on the feeling of Kyle's body pressed against hers. "I do not know. I mean, I am happy to help you with your sex life." She tried to hide her eyes when saying that. Kyle grabbed her chin and turned her head so she was looking at him.

"Oh really? You are just happy to help? That is all?" Kyle asked, his words sending a shiver down her spine and made her blush. "Well, I mean... I am glad that you are my fuck buddy, that you are the one who fucks me, who makes me cum more times a day than my husband managed in a week." She paused, looking into his eyes, searching for a reaction. "But I love Chad, I should not be having these feelings for you... I mean, saying these things to you!"

Kyle smiled, leaning in to kiss her deeply. His tongue danced with hers, his hands moving up her sides, cupping her bare breasts. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her body respond to his touch even though she knew she shouldn't, not after what she did. With the last bit of **** she had left Sarah pushed Kyle away, stepping back and looking at him with wide eyes. "Sorry, I need to clean the kitchen now."

He looked at her for a long moment, his chest heaving from the exertion of their kiss. Finally, he nodded and stood up, giving her space. "I'll... I'll just go lay down on the couch and watch TV for a bit."

Sarah busied herself with cleaning up the breakfast mess, trying to ignore the way her heart raced and her skin tingled every time she accidentally touched her bare nipples. Sneaky looking around she could see Kyle laying on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV. She grabbed the rest of the dishes and put them all in the dishwasher. Looking around showed no mess that was present just ten minute ago.

She couldn't help but feel guilty for what she had said to Kyle, guilty at herself, and sorry for Chad. She sat on the chair and pulled her legs up, resting her arms on her knees. Sarah tried to think about Chad, to remember their wedding, their honeymoon, their first kiss, anything that would make her excited and hot.

She slowly lowered her hand between her legs, her fingers finding their way to her slit. It was still slightly damp from her shower sex with Kyle, but she knew that wouldn't be enough to make her feel good. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the feeling of Chad's thick cock filling her up, the way he would kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Her hand moved faster, trying to create the sensation herself, but it wasn't the same.

"Ahhh... Fuck..." Sarah groaned, standing up in frustration and walking over to the window. She could still feel her fingers between her legs, but it wasn't enough. She stared out at the garden, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday when Kyle went down on her, when he made her cum so hard she thought she'd seen stars. The memory of his tongue circling her clit made her shiver.

"You are so good," she whispered, not realizing she'd spoken aloud, at the same time the fingers of her hand finally managed to get her where she wanted. She smiled and leaned on the counter, using her fingers to bring herself closer and closer to the edge. It was so easy to slide back into the memory of Kyle's tongue and the feel of his lips on her skin, the wetness of his mouth and the roughness of his stubble. Her hips began to move in rhythm with her hand, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lost herself in the sensation.

The sound of the TV in the background was a distant hum, the creak of the floorboards beneath her feet the only other noise in the room. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her, her body tensing as she was almost there when a sudden thought invaded her mind. Sarah's eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what she had been doing.

She had been thinking about Kyle. About his tongue and his lips and the way he moved his body. She wanted to get off to her husband, she did it multiple times when they were apart and thinking of each other, but she could not do it now. Instead, she has masturbated thinking about Kyle. "What is going on?" She said to herself while still staring at the window, and gently caressing her pussy.

"Why don't I just ask him?" Sarah said to herself, still looking out the window. She was feeling guilty and confused, her body still tingling from the sensation of her own fingers. Part of her wanted to go to Kyle and ask him to make her cum again, make her forget about this... weird guilt that she was feeling. But another part of her was scared. Scared of what he would think, scared of how he would react.

She took a deep breath and walked over to the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch. She felt so conflicted, her heart racing and her stomach churning. "Kyle?" she said softly, not sure if she should even be talking to him. "I... I don't want to interrupt you, but I need to ask you something."

He looked up from the TV, raising an eyebrow. "Okay," he said cautiously. "Shoot."

Sarah hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words. "If I were to ask you to have sex with me, this would not be cheating, right?"