The Bible study opens

The rest of the group filters in over the next ten minutes—more familiar faces from the youth group, a couple of parents tagging along. Everyone settles into the circle of chairs and the couch, Bibles open on laps or phones glowing with the reading app. John clears his throat and starts with a short prayer, his voice steady and warm. Rachel slides into the seat right beside him, reaching over to lace her fingers through his. She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling at the group like the perfect supportive wife.

The study drags on. John leads them through a passage about temptation and resisting sin, his thumb absently stroking the back of Rachel's hand while he talks. She nods along at the right moments, but her eyes keep drifting across the circle to where I'm sitting. Every time our gazes meet she looks away fast, cheeks pink, but she can't stop herself from glancing back. Her legs are crossed tight, one high heel dangling from her toes, and I can see the way her free hand keeps smoothing her dress over her thigh like she's trying to stay calm.

Marcus is talking now, saying something about how hard it is to stay pure in college. A few of the girls murmur agreement. Rachel's grip on John's hand tightens for a second. I watch the way her chest rises and falls a little faster under that blue dress. She's thinking about last week—about how I had her bent over the kitchen counter with her dress shoved up, how she bit her own wrist to keep quiet while her husband was on the phone in the next room. Now she's sitting here holding his hand, listening to kids talk about purity, and all she can do is squeeze her thighs together and try not to squirm.

The discussion moves on. Someone reads another verse. Rachel's foot starts bouncing, the heel of her shoe tapping lightly against the floor. Every few minutes she risks another look at me. Her lips part like she wants to say something, then she presses them together again. John keeps talking, completely unaware that his wife's pussy is probably already wet just from being in the same room with me.

I shift in my chair, already half-hard, and wonder how much longer this thing is going to last before I can get her alone.