Ethan reflects a bit

I lay back on Rachel's bed, still breathing hard, my cock slick with a mix of my cum and her juices. The phone call had just ended. Rachel sprawled beside me, her ass still slightly raised, my thick load slowly leaking from her married pussy. I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my head—how I'd pumped rope after rope deep inside her while she told her husband she loved him.

"Fuck," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "That was insane."

Rachel rolled onto her side, a lazy smile on her face, her wedding ring catching the light as she reached over to trace a finger along my chest. "You liked that, didn't you? Getting away with it while I was talking to him."

I nodded, my mind already drifting to all the others. Mia and Lily at the party, Jenna in my dorm. And now Rachel—the pastor's wife—fucked raw in her own bed, my cum still dripping out of her. The guilt I'd felt at the start had faded completely. Sarah was still my girlfriend, still the one I planned to marry after graduation, but these encounters were just... extra. Fun. And I was getting better at keeping them hidden.

Rachel leaned in, kissing my jaw. "John's retreat lasts another week. You should come back tomorrow."

I grinned, already imagining round three. "Count on it."