Tempting Desire

Sarah had planned an eventful weekend for us--a chance to reconnect, to indulge in each other the way we used to. She'd even bought new lingerie, a delicate lace set that clung to her curves in all the right places.

And I intended to enjoy it.

But then Claire started texting.

It was playful at first.

Claire: Miss me yet?

I smirked, shaking my head as I read it. I shouldn't have responded.

Me: Should I?

Her reply came almost instantly.

Claire: Well, Sarah gets to have all the fun this weekend... doesn't seem fair.

I exhaled sharply, locking my phone and setting it aside. I wouldn't entertain this. Not now. Not with Sarah stepping out of the bathroom in that new lingerie, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile soft and inviting.

She was gorgeous. She was my wife.

I wanted to focus on her.

But then, the pictures started.

The first was tame--Claire in my shirt. My shirt. Nothing underneath.

I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the phone as I glanced toward Sarah. She was oblivious, slipping beneath the hotel sheets, stretching like a cat, waiting for me.

I should have put the phone away. I should have ignored it.

But then another message came through.

Claire: Bet she doesn't look at you the way I do.

Attached was another picture.

Closer. More skin.

My throat went dry, my body tightening with something I shouldn't be feeling.

Then came the video.

I hesitated, but my thumb moved before I could stop it.

The screen lit up with Claire in my bed. My pillow beneath her head. Her fingers trailing slowly down her stomach, lower, disappearing beneath the waistband of lace panties.

Her breath hitched.

Then the video ended.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face, trying to steady myself.

Sarah was watching me now. "You okay?" she murmured, voice laced with curiosity.

I forced a smile, locking my phone. "Yeah. Just work."

She sighed, rolling onto her side, stretching out invitingly. "You're not working this weekend, remember?"

I set my phone down, forcing Claire's images out of my mind. Focus. Sarah was here, stretched out before me, her body framed by soft candlelight, her new lingerie delicate against her skin. She was my wife, the woman I loved. I had to pull myself back.

I climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, fingers tracing her hip as I leaned in to kiss her neck. She let out a soft sigh, tilting her head to give me more access. "Mmm, there you are," she murmured, running her hands over my shoulders.

I kissed down her collarbone, my teeth grazing her skin. My grip tightened on her waist, my need suddenly sharper, more urgent. The tension in my body was overwhelming, a fire stoked by something darker, something I refused to name.

Sarah gasped as I flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her into the mattress, my body covering hers. "Someone's in a mood," she teased breathlessly.

I was. I was drowning in it.

The frustration. The need. The thoughts I shouldn't be having.

I gripped her hips, pulling her back against me. My mouth traveled along her spine, my teeth scraping lightly against her shoulder. I wasn't being careful. I didn't want to be.

Sarah moaned, arching into me. "God, I love when you're like this."

I clenched my jaw. She had no idea.

She had no idea what was fueling this, what had me gripping her harder, moving faster, chasing something I couldn't have. Didn't deserve.

I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sensation, in the heat, in her. But as my hands roamed her body, as I buried myself in her warmth, Claire crept back into my mind.

The way she had looked in my shirt. The way she had touched herself in my bed.

I groaned against Sarah's skin, gripping her tighter as I pushed the thoughts away.

But they didn't leave.

They stayed. They burned.

And as Sarah cried out beneath me, as I finally let myself go.

Sarah lay beneath me, breathless, her body still trembling from the aftermath. But I wasn't done.

The tension still coiled in my stomach, tight and unrelenting. I couldn't shake it. Couldn't shake her.

Sliding lower, I spread Sarah's thighs, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She let out a sigh, fingers threading lazily through my hair. "You're insatiable tonight," she murmured, a satisfied laugh beneath her breath.

She had no idea.

I parted her gently with my tongue, tasting us, tasting her, but imagining someone else.

Claire.

The thought hit hard, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. I shouldn't be thinking about her. Not now. Not like this.

But I couldn't stop.

I imagined her thighs trembling beneath my hands, her back arching, her breathless gasps filling the air.

I sucked at Sarah's sensitive flesh, drawing a moan from her lips, but all I heard was Claire.

I gripped Sarah's hips, but in my mind, I was holding Claire down, feeling her twist and writhe beneath my mouth.

I wanted more.

I devoured her with a hunger I couldn't name, not caring, not stopping, chasing a release I wasn't supposed to want.

Sarah shuddered, her body tightening as she came again, her fingers clenching my hair, pulling me deeper.

I stayed there, breathing her in, letting the taste linger on my tongue.

But it wasn't enough.

I gripped Sarah's hips, pulling her back against me as I pushed inside her again, harder this time, deeper. I needed to drown in this. In her. I needed to chase away the fire that had been building in me ever since Claire started pushing the boundaries I barely had the strength to hold.

Sarah gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets. "God, Mark..."

I focused on her. On the heat surrounding me, on the way her body molded perfectly against mine. This was my wife. This was real.

Not Claire.

I set a brutal rhythm, chasing something I didn't want to name. My grip on Sarah's hips tightened, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room, drowning out my thoughts.

I wouldn't let Claire ruin this.

I pounded into Sarah harder, faster, teeth clenched, chasing release--but it wasn't enough.

Even as Sarah moaned beneath me, it wasn't enough.

Because Claire was still there. In my mind, on my skin.

The way she teased me. The way she tested me.

The way she knew exactly what she was doing.

I growled, my nails digging into Sarah's flesh as I drove into her with punishing force.

I wouldn't let Claire ruin this.

I pulled out at the last second, spilling hot onto Sarah's stomach. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, a lazy smile curving her lips as she ran a hand through her damp hair. She looked pleased, satisfied.

But I wasn't.

I sat back on my heels, dragging a hand over my face as I tried to steady my breathing. The release should have been enough. The trip, Sarah's body, the way she had melted beneath me--it should have burned out the tension that had been coiling inside me for days.

And yet, it was still there.

Sarah hummed, stretching beneath me. "Mmm... that was intense," she murmured, her fingers lazily tracing my thigh. She turned her head, peering up at me with a satisfied smile. "I missed this."

I swallowed hard, forcing a smirk. "Yeah," I murmured, but even I could hear the edge in my voice.

I grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped the evidence from her stomach, my movements deliberate, focused--like I could scrub away the gnawing need that still pulsed inside me.

Sarah sighed contentedly, rolling onto her side. "We should do this more often," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before settling in.

I nodded absently, staring down at her as she drifted off so easily, completely unaware that my mind was still somewhere else.

Still tangled in something I shouldn't want.

Still needing something I shouldn't crave.

Sarah had given me everything tonight. But I still wanted more.

And God help me, I knew exactly where I'd find it.

I grabbed my phone and slipped out of the room, careful not to wake Sarah. The air was cool against my skin as I stepped outside, the weight in my chest pressing heavier with each step.

I shouldn't be doing this.

But I was.

My fingers hovered over Claire's name in my messages, my pulse thrumming as I imagined her waiting for my reply. She had been pushing the line all weekend, teasing, daring me. And now, after everything, I couldn't ignore the pull any longer.

I exhaled sharply and typed:

"You still up?"

The response was almost immediate.

Claire: Couldn't sleep...

Didn't feel right without you watching.

My breath caught, heat curling in my stomach. I clenched my jaw, glancing back toward the hotel, where Sarah slept soundly.

Another message came through.

Claire: You were thinking about me, weren't you?

My grip on the phone tightened. Yes. Yes, I had been.

Before I could respond, another message appeared.

A picture.

Claire in bed.

The sheets tangled around her waist, bare skin illuminated by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. Her hair was messy, lips slightly parted. Like she had been waiting.

Then another text.

Claire: Say it.

I swallowed hard. My body was already betraying me.

I hesitated.

Then, slowly, I typed:

"Yes."

Claire's reply came almost instantly.

Claire: Good. Because I was thinking about you too.

A second picture followed.

This time, the sheets were lower. The curves of her body more exposed, her skin glowing in the dim light. My pulse pounded in my ears, my throat tightening as I stared at the screen.

I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't.

But I was already typing.

"Show me more."

There was a pause--long enough to make my stomach tighten in anticipation--before the screen flashed again.

A video.

I inhaled sharply, stepping further into the darkness of the quiet street. My fingers hesitated before pressing play.

The sound hit me first.

A soft, breathy sigh.

Then, the image.

Claire, propped up against her pillows, her hand slipping beneath the sheets. The camera was steady, deliberate--she wanted me to see everything.

My jaw clenched as I watched her fingers move, slow at first, teasing. Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each controlled breath. I could hear the slick movement of her fingers, the way her body responded--and fuck, I could feel it, too.

My free hand curled into a fist.

I could end this now. Turn off my phone, go back to Sarah.

But instead, I unbuttoned my pants.

I kept watching.

Claire's movements grew faster, her breath hitching, a quiet moan slipping past her lips--so soft, but just loud enough that I imagined what it would sound like against my skin.

She was doing this for me. She wanted me to watch.

And I did.

I matched her rhythm, my breathing shallow, my pulse hammering.

The hotel, Sarah, the weekend--all of it blurred into the background, drowned beneath the sheer heat of what was happening on my screen.

Claire's head fell back, her body tensing, her lips forming my name--but she never said it.

She didn't have to.

As I followed her over the edge, my body locking up as I spilled into my own hand, I knew.

As Sarah stretched out beside me, completely at ease, I stared at my phone, my pulse hammering. Claire's name glowed on the screen, her messages a dangerous temptation.

Claire: So... I guess I should take some credit for last night?

I swallowed hard, glancing at Sarah, who was obliviously scrolling through her own phone. My fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Me: What are you talking about?

Claire's reply was immediate.

Claire: Oh, come on. She basically told me how good you were. You think that just happened? Maybe I'm making you better...

Me: You're delusional.

Claire sent a laughing emoji.

Claire: Am I? Then prove it. Next time, send me a video.

A lump formed in my throat.

Me: You're insane.

Claire: Or maybe I just know what I want.

A second later, another message appeared.

Claire: Speaking of... I'll show you what I really want to see.

A video attachment popped up.

I hesitated. My hands felt clammy, my chest tight. I shouldn't open it. Not here. Not with Sarah lying inches away.

But I did.

And the second the video started, my breath caught in my throat.

The dimly lit video flickered to life, shaky at first as Claire adjusted the angle. The moment it steadied, my pulse spiked.

Claire was on her knees, her bare back arched, her hair cascading over her shoulders. A man stood behind her, his grip firm on her hips, his body moving in a relentless rhythm.

She braced herself against the mattress, her fingers gripping the sheets as she took him, her body rocking with each deep thrust. The man's hands slid over her skin, gripping, guiding, controlling.

My jaw tightened. My fingers curled against the sheets.

Claire's back flexed under his touch, her skin damp, glowing in the low light. The sound of his movements, the way her body responded, the sharp gasp of her breath as he pushed deeper--it was all meant for me.

She wanted me to see this.

The man slammed into her one final time, his body shuddering as he finished, leaving streaks of himself across the smooth plane of her back. Claire stayed there for a moment, spent, her breath slow and uneven. Then, with deliberate ease, she tilted her head just enough for the camera to catch her smirk.

The video ended.Another message appeared.

Claire: Think you can match that?

I exhaled slowly, my body tight with frustration, desire, something even darker.

Sarah shifted beside me, her breath slow, steady. Completely unaware.

I locked my phone and set it face-down on the nightstand, my heart still pounding.

As we lounged in bed, Sarah traced lazy circles on my chest, her body still warm and pliant from the night before. The room was dim, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows along the curve of her hips. My phone rested on the nightstand, the weight of Claire's last message still lingering in my mind.

I swallowed the tension rising in my throat and turned to Sarah, running my fingers along her arm. "I was thinking..." I hesitated, letting the silence stretch between us just enough to make her curious. "Maybe we should film ourselves."

She lifted her head, her brows arching slightly. "You want to make a video?"

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral, though my pulse had picked up. "Just for us. Something to remember when I'm wound up... when I want to relive this."

Sarah's lips curled into a slow, teasing smile, her fingers trailing down my stomach, her touch light, barely there--but I felt it everywhere. My pulse quickened, not just from the way her skin met mine, but from the thought taking root in my brain.

I need this. Need her to believe me. Need Claire to watch.

"You like the idea of watching yourself?" she murmured, her voice dipping into curiosity, playful, trusting.

I let out a slow exhale, brushing my knuckles over her cheek, grounding myself in the warmth of her skin, in the way she leaned into me without hesitation. She was soft, pliant--mine. But I wanted more than just having her. I wanted to see it.

I wanted to watch her fall apart.

Not just to send it. Not just to match Claire's game. But because I needed to see her like that, to see myself unravel her. To see the way her muscles tightened, her body trembling, skin damp, glowing under dim light--because I did that to her. Because she let me.

And maybe, just maybe... to see what it would do to Claire.

"I like the idea of watching you," I murmured, my voice lower than I meant, thick with something darker, something deeper. It wasn't just a line. It was the truth, raw and hungry.

Sarah bit her lip, eyes flicking over my face, searching, considering. There was hesitation, just a flicker--but then intrigue, that spark of curiosity I knew well. My stomach coiled tight. Come on, baby. Just say yes. Give me this.

"I've never done that before..." she said slowly, dragging a nail lightly across my collarbone, testing me, teasing me.

I let my hands skim down her back, slow, savoring the feel of her. I needed to feel her, needed to focus on this moment, to hold onto the reality of her, to remind myself this wasn't just about someone else.

But it was.

Claire had burned herself into my brain, stoked the fire that hadn't gone out since she first started pushing me, testing me, knowing I'd eventually break. This was an answer. A counter-move. A way to take back control.

And yet--God, I wanted this, even without the game.

I wanted to capture Sarah at her most wrecked, her most undone. To play it back, over and over, to know that I had done that to her.

And maybe... to know what it would feel like if Claire watched.

Sarah shifted against me, pressing closer, breath warm at my ear, her thighs tightening around me. And then, so fucking easily, she whispered:

"Let's do it."

A thrill shot through me, dark and hot, curling low in my gut.

She was in.

Fuck.

I wasn't going to rush this. Not tonight. Not with the camera rolling.

I was going to be deliberate.

Sarah settled back against the pillows, watching me with anticipation, her breath already coming in slow, measured inhales. She had no idea--no idea what was really driving me tonight.

I slid my hands down her thighs, parting them slowly, teasing her with just the ghost of my fingertips against her skin. She shivered, hips tilting instinctively toward my touch, but I took my time. I wanted her aching for it before I even gave her a taste.

Lowering my head, I dragged my lips along the inside of her thigh, pausing just before reaching where she needed me most. I could feel as she held in a breath.

"Mark," she exhaled, shifting slightly.

I let my tongue flick against her skin, tracing the sensitive area just before finally parting her with my mouth. She gasped, her fingers immediately gripping the sheets as I worked her, slow at first--small, teasing circles that had her legs trembling, her hips lifting.

She moaned, her head tipping back against the pillows, lost in the sensation. I felt her unraveling beneath me, every pulse, every twitch, every desperate breath pushing her closer.

Then I felt it, her body tightening, her thighs pressing against my shoulders, I didn't let up.

I licked, kissed, devoured, drawing out every last tremor, feeling her come, tasting her desire.

But I wasn't finished.

As she caught her breath, I moved up her body, my lips trailing over her stomach, the soft swell of her breasts, her collarbone. My hands slid beneath her hips, adjusting her, positioning her exactly how I wanted.

I wasn't going to stop until she was trembling all over again.

And somewhere, in the back of my mind, I wondered--would Claire watch this the way I watched her? Would she touch herself to the sounds of Sarah falling apart beneath me?

Guiding her hips up, positioning her just how I wanted. She exhaled, a soft sound of satisfaction, already pliant beneath me, completely open. The way her body curved, the way she trusted me--if only she knew what was driving me now.

I gripped her hips, watching the way she arched into my touch. My pulse hammered in my ears as I lined myself up, pressing in slowly, deliberately, making her feel every inch of me as I filled her again.

She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets, her body already tightening around me. I moved slow at first, savoring the way she clenched with every deep thrust. But then--then I picked up the pace.

I drove into her harder, matching the rhythm from the video Claire had sent me--the way the man had taken her, how he had owned her. My grip tightened as I pounded into Sarah, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, her moans growing desperate, higher.

I wasn't going to release yet.