SexGames Ch. 09

"Nervous, John?" Mikayla asked as she looked up at me. Her manicured hand was around the base of my hard cock. Her soft lips teased me by barely touching my throbbing cockhead.

"Yes," I groaned, my eyes locked on Mikayla.

"Good, but I'm not stopping until you've cum," she said with a wicked grin. Before I could protest, she was sucking my cock with abandon. I grabbed onto her ponytail and watched her work.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I whispered. Mikayla's blue eyes were on me as I indulged in her wickedness.

"John?" Kelly's voice suddenly called out from the master bedroom. "Where are you?"

"Fuck," I gasped. The sensations overloaded my body and I exploded. "Be right there," I called out to my wife as my cock emptied into Mikayla's mouth. Mikayla's eyes sparkled as she sucked every last drop she could from my cock.

"Good boy," Mikayla said as she scrambled to her feet and I tucked myself back into my pants. We exchanged one last heated look before composing ourselves just in time for Kelly to enter the room.

"There you are," my wife said.

"Here we are," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Did you need something?"

"I was having trouble getting my makeup case open, but I got it sorted out," she said.

"Perfect. Ready to explore the parks?" I asked as Jenny entered the room.

Mikayla and I shared a knowing glance, the secret thrill of our risky encounter lingering between us. The hottest thing was knowing that our adventures had only just begun.

As we entered the Magic Kingdom, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. We had been lucky so far; the thrill of our secret encounters fueled our desires, but I knew the risk of getting caught by Kelly or Jenny was ever-present.

"Let's go on Space Mountain first!" Jenny suggested excitedly, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Sounds great," Kelly agreed, smiling at our daughter. Mikayla met my eyes and gave me a mischievous wink as we followed them toward the iconic ride.

"Prepare for liftoff," Mikayla whispered to me as we climbed into the roller coaster car, pressing her body against mine. My heart raced, not just from the impending rush of the ride, but also from the electric touch of her skin against mine. As we zoomed through the darkness, I could hear her breathy laughter mixed with the screams of the other riders. It was impossible not to think about how we had spent the morning tangled up in each other's bodies.

"Next stop, Pirates of the Caribbean," I suggested after we disembarked from Space Mountain, trying to keep my voice casual. Mikayla nodded knowingly, and I sensed an opportunity for some risky fun.

The ride's boat seated 4 across a wide bench and my wife got in first, followed by Jenny, then Mikayla and myself. I couldn't help but let my hand wander under the cover of darkness, brushing against Mikayla's thigh. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with lust as she subtly pushed against my touch.

"John, we can't," she murmured, even as her body language told me otherwise. "Not here."

"Maybe later," I whispered back, feeling the familiar heat rise between us.

"What are you two talking about?" my daughter asked.

"Nothing, he's just making dad jokes," Mikayla replied.

"Figures," Jenny laughed.

That evening, after an eventful day of exploring the park, we found ourselves on the Haunted Mansion ride, the eerie atmosphere setting the perfect stage for our forbidden desires. Jenny boarded with Kelly and Mikayla boarded with me. As our doom buggy took us through the dimly lit corridors, Mikayla's hand found mine, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the risk we were taking.

"John, look!" Mikayla gasped, pointing toward a ghostly figure that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Wow, that's incredible," I muttered, my focus entirely on her warm touch rather than the spooky apparition. Just then, the ride came to a sudden stop, plunging us into darkness.

"Technical difficulties," a voice announced over the intercom. "Please remain seated. Your journey will continue shortly."

"Perfect timing," Mikayla whispered seductively, her lips brushing against my ear. Seizing the moment, I pulled her close, our mouths meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, driven by the urgency of our desire and the ever-present threat of discovery.

"John, what if they fix it?" she breathed, pulling away just enough to speak. "We can't get caught like this."

"You're right, we need someplace more private," I suggested, my heart pounding in my chest. We reluctantly separated as the ride started moving again.

We grabbed dinner at Narcoossee's and it was spectacular. The food was perfect as was the bottle of wine my wife and I shared. It was the perfect end for our first day at Disney.

"Thank you both so much for letting me tag along," Mikayla said.

"You're welcome, dear," My wife smiled. "We are happy to have you. Right, hun?"

"What?" I asked.

"I was just telling Mikayla how happy we are that she came along with us on the trip."

"Right, yes," I said. "Of course. The vacation would not be the same without you, Mikayla."

"Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens," Mikayla said with a sweet smile.

Later that night, after Kelly and Jenny had fallen asleep, I carefully made my way into Mikayla's room, careful not to make a sound. She lay on the bed, waiting for me, her body barely covered by the thin sheet.

"God, I've been thinking about you all day," I confessed as I closed the door behind me, my voice barely audible.

"Me too," she whispered back, her eyes filled with lust as I climbed into her bed. I kissed her deeply, my hands exploring every inch of her body.

"Let me taste you," I murmured, moving down her body to settle between her legs. Mikayla moaned softly as I began to eat her out. Her hips bucked gently against my mouth as my tongue devoured her. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, and I felt a surge of pride knowing that I was the one driving this young woman wild.

She grabbed onto my hair as my tongue teased her clit. I kissed her soft flesh as my hands moved to her chest. I caressed her breasts as I rolled my tongue and slid it inside her sweetness. My mind raced, knowing my wife and daughter were so close. My cock was hard and ready, stretching the shorts I was wearing.

"This is so fucking hot," Mikayla whispered as I got up and stripped my clothes off then rejoined her on the bed. I kissed her deeply as I rolled onto my back and she straddled me.

Mikayla's eyes sparkled in the moonlight coming through the window. Our eyes stayed locked as she slowly slid her wet pussy down onto my cock.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned. The pleasure Mikayla's body could give was off the charts. The sensation of her fucking me so slowly as to not make a sound is hard to put into words. It was like fireworks in slow motion. I could see the wicked grin on her lips as she rode me.

"Kelly didn't fuck you tonight?" Mikayla asked in a whisper.

"No," I said.

"Not even a blowjob?" she giggled quietly.

"She was tired," I said.

"Does my pussy feel good on that big married cock?" Mikayla whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I groaned low.

"I am such a bad girl, I need to be punished," she whimpered, her voice desperate and needy. I remembered our fuck session earlier in the day, so I positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed. As I entered her from behind, we both gasped at how fucking good it felt. We moved together in a frenzied rhythm, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

"Fuck, John, I'm so close," she breathed, her words spurring me on. Moments later, we climaxed together, our bodies shuddering with the force of our release.

As Mikayla and I lay entwined in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, my pulse raced with a mix of satisfaction and guilt. My eyes darted to the door, knowing that my wife, Kelly, and daughter, Jenny, were just down the hallway.

"John," Mikayla whispered, her fingernails tracing my chest. "You make me feel so special. Tell me our adventures will never end."

I hesitated, unsure how to answer. "We'll figure it out, Mikayla," I said quietly, then kissed her.

"We have so many more adventures on tap," she murmured, her eyes searching mine. "I can feel it."

"I can too," I replied, but the uncertainty in my voice was unmistakable.

We disentangled ourselves from each other, our limbs still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking. Every part of me screamed to stay with Mikayla, yet I knew I had to return to the room I shared with my unsuspecting wife.

"Goodnight, Mikayla," I whispered, giving her one final, lingering kiss before slipping out of her room.

As I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, my heart hammered in my chest, and my mind raced with thoughts of what we'd just done. The risk of getting caught only fueled my obsession with Mikayla, making our affair all the more intoxicating.

Entering the master bedroom, I found Kelly sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the betrayal that had just occurred across the villa. A pang of guilt stabbed at me as I crawled into the bed beside her. The sheets felt cold without Mikayla's warmth, and I couldn't help but compare the two women in my life.

"Are you okay?" Kelly mumbled, sleepily wrapping her arm around me.

"Fine," I lied. "Just got up for a drink of water."

"Come here," she murmured, pulling me closer, and I let her embrace me, feeling like a fraud. "This is going to be such a great week."

"You're right," I said. My thoughts were consumed by Mikayla, the taste of her still on my lips and her scent lingering on my skin. I knew I couldn't keep this up much longer -- the lies, the risks, the deceit -- but the thought of giving her up was unbearable.

As sleep finally claimed me, vivid images of Mikayla filled my dreams, a mixture of lust and longing that left me restless and tormented throughout the night.