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The next day, Sarah found herself at Brad's army camp. She had come to visit him on a whim, telling her husband that she was going to spend the day shopping with her girlfriends. But really, she just wanted to see Brad again, to feel his hands on her body, to be taken to new heights of pleasure.

When she arrived at the camp, Brad greeted her with a wicked grin. "So you came back for more, huh?" he said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Sarah tried to play it cool, but her body betrayed her. She could feel herself getting wet just from his touch. She wanted him so badly, but at the same time, she knew it was wrong. She was a married woman, and Brad was her husband's colleague.

But the more time she spent with Brad, the less she cared about all that. He was just so damn sexy, so confident and commanding. He made her feel like a woman, not just a wife or a mother. And she couldn't resist him.

As they walked through the camp, Brad's hand slipped down to Sarah's ass, giving it a playful squeeze. She giggled nervously, but deep down, she was thrilled. She had never felt so desired before.

They arrived at Brad's tent, which was sparsely furnished but clean. Brad sat down on the cot and motioned for Sarah to come closer. She obeyed, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Strip for me, Sarah," Brad said, his eyes smoldering with lust.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then she slowly began to remove her clothes. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. When she was fully naked, Brad grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Sarah moaned as he began to kiss her, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he made her feel.

Brad's hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sarah arched her back, offering herself up to him completely. She had never felt so alive.

"Please, Brad," she whimpered, grinding her hips against his hard cock. "I need you inside me."

Brad chuckled, the sound dark and rough. "Not so fast, baby. I want to tease you a little first."

And with that, he pushed her off his lap and onto the cot. He tied her hands to the bedpost with a length of rope, then blindfolded her with a silk scarf.

Sarah's heart raced as she lay there, completely at Brad's mercy. She could hear him moving around the tent, but she couldn't see anything. She felt his weight on the cot as he climbed on top of her, his breath hot on her ear.

"I'm going to make you come so hard, Sarah," he whispered, his fingers teasing her clit. "You're going to scream my name."

And with that, he began to touch her in ways she had never imagined. He licked her nipples, bit her thighs, and fingered her pussy with expert skill. Sarah writhed and moaned, her body aching for release.

"Please," she begged. "Please let me come."

And finally, Brad relented. He thrust his cock inside her with one swift movement, making her cry out in ecstasy. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers over and over again. Sarah felt like she was going to explode.

"Come for me, baby," Brad grunted as he pounded into her. "Come all over my cock."

And Sarah did. She came with a scream, her body convulsing with pleasure. Brad followed soon after, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed onto the cot, breathing heavily. Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt both exhilarated and guilty.

"I shouldn't have done that," she said, her voice shaking.

Brad chuckled, pulling her close. "Don't worry about it, baby. We'll keep this our little secret."

Sarah knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help feeling grateful for the experience. It was a forbidden pleasure, one that would stay with her for a long time.