Ask about Dad

"Yes, but what about dad?" you whisper as you realise what you just did with your step mom.

Karma's eyes widen at your words, her body stiffening slightly beneath yours. She seems to consider your question carefully, her blue eyes searching your face for a moment before she speaks. "I think he would understand," she says softly, her voice a gentle whisper. "After all, he's the one who encouraged us to be open with each other."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, the implications of her statement making your heart race. You lean in closer to her, your body pressed against hers, the cool silk of your stockings brushing against her skin.

"We have been in an open marriage for a long time now, I just did not want to be intimate with anyone else but you" she says. "I bet he is fucking someone on his business trip right now" she says with pain in her voice.

Karma's words send a jolt through your body, her confession hitting you with the **** of a physical blow. The air between you feels charged, heavy with the weight of her admission and the pain in her voice. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, the softness of her body pressed against yours.

"Oh Karma," you say softly, your voice a gentle whisper.

Karma's blue eyes meet yours, the depths of emotion swirling in their blue depths. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. "I know it's not fair to you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "To have to wait, to wonder..."

Her words hang in the air between you, the weight of her confession heavy on your heart.

You're overwhelmed. The intensity of Karma's confession, the weight of her desire, the implications of your stepmom's actions - it's all too much. You feel a rush of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short, quick gasps.

Karma's hands still on your body, her touch a constant reminder of the heat building between you. You can feel the cool silk of her lingerie beneath your fingertips, the delicate lace of her bra against your skin. The sensation is intoxicating.

"I know it's a lot to take in," Karma whispers, her voice a soothing balm to your overwhelmed senses.

"We should take some time to process this" says Karma as she gets up ready to go back to her room. You nod in agreement, your mind reeling from the weight of her confession. The cool silk of your stockings feels against your skin as you stand, the sensation a stark reminder of the intimacy you just shared.

Karma pauses at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame. She turns to look at you, her blue eyes searching your face. "I'll be in my room if you need me," she says softly, her voice a gentle whisper. With that, she slips out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.