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A few weeks later, Sarah found herself back in Brad's tent. This time, she had invited him to her hotel room, which was much more comfortable than the spartan barracks at the army camp.

As soon as Brad arrived, Sarah led him to the bedroom. She had set up a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't wait to see herself getting fucked by Brad in front of it.

"Like what you see?" Brad said, smirking as he saw Sarah's reflection.

She blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I just thought it would be hot," she said.

Brad chuckled. "Oh, it's definitely hot," he said, running his hands over her body. "But you know what's even hotter? Fucking you on your marital bed."

Sarah gasped, feeling a jolt of arousal. She had never thought of that before, but the idea of being taken on her own bed was incredibly erotic.

Brad must have sensed her reaction, because he continued to talk dirty to her as he undressed her. "You're such a naughty wife, Sarah," he said, sliding his fingers inside her. "Cheating on your husband with me. Do you think about me when he's fucking you?"

Sarah moaned, unable to deny the truth. She had been fantasizing about Brad ever since their first encounter, and the idea of being unfaithful only made it more thrilling.

Without another word, Brad lifted Sarah onto the bed, positioning her in front of the mirror. She could see herself, naked and vulnerable, with Brad standing behind her. He reached around to play with her nipples, making her gasp.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "You like being watched while I touch you."

Sarah nodded, biting her lip. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it.

Brad continued to tease her, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy before finally sliding inside. Sarah groaned, feeling him fill her up completely.

They fucked like animals, with Brad pounding into her while Sarah watched herself in the mirror. She had never felt so free, so alive, so utterly wanton.

"Look at yourself, Sarah," Brad growled, gripping her hips tightly. "Look at how fucking sexy you are."

Sarah did as she was told, gazing at her reflection as Brad fucked her from behind. She could see the pleasure on her face, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. It was like watching a porn movie, except she was the star.

And then she came, screaming Brad's name as her body convulsed with pleasure. Brad followed soon after, grunting as he filled her with his seed.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Sarah felt like she was on fire, her body buzzing with satisfaction.

"That was amazing," she said, turning to look at Brad.

He smiled, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Sarah knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. Brad was like a drug, and she was addicted. She wanted more, and she knew she would do anything to get it.