Back to the group

I slide back into my seat like nothing happened, heart still hammering. Rachel’s already at the far end of the couch, smoothing her dress over her thighs with one hand while the other rests on John’s knee. Her cheeks are still flushed, but she’s got that perfect pastor’s-wife smile back in place.

John turns to me with that friendly, open expression. “Ethan, you’ve been quiet. Anything you want to add before we wrap up?”

I clear my throat, lean forward a little so everyone can hear. “Yeah, actually. I was thinking about how hard it is to stay away from temptations. Sometimes it’s really difficult… because the result tastes so sweet.”

My eyes flick straight to Rachel as I say it. She freezes for half a second, fingers tightening on John’s knee. Her lips part just enough for a quick breath, and I see the exact moment the words land. She knows exactly what I mean. Her thighs press together under that blue dress, and her wedding ring catches the light when her hand shifts.

John nods along, completely oblivious. “That’s a good point. We all face those moments where the pull feels stronger than our resolve.”

Rachel’s gaze drops to her lap, but I catch the tiny smile she tries to hide. Her free hand slips between her crossed legs and stays there, pressing down. I keep talking, voice steady, while she sits there with my cum still drying on her ass under that dress, listening to me talk about how good temptation feels.

The rest of the group murmurs agreement. Rachel doesn’t look up again, but her breathing has gone shallow. She shifts in her seat, and I know she’s feeling every word.