SexGames Ch. 10

"In the meantime, we should enjoy the park," I said, trying to suppress the surge of excitement that coursed through my veins.

"Of course," she replied, a wicked grin on her sweet face. "But tonight... tonight will be unforgettable."

Jenny and Kelly rejoined us. As we ventured deeper into the World Showcase, I found myself torn between the simple joy of spending time with my family and the all-consuming fire of my desire for Mikayla. With each stolen touch, each whispered promise, the ache for her grew stronger. It was a constant reminder of the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume us both.

"Isn't it amazing how they've recreated all these countries?" Mikalya mused as we strolled past the miniature replicas of famous landmarks. "It's like we're traveling the world without ever leaving the park."

"True," I agreed, my gaze lingering on the curve of her neck as she tilted her head back to admire the scenery. "But there are some experiences that can't be replicated. That can't be simulated."

Mikayla's eyes locked onto mine, her lips parting ever so slightly. "I suppose you're right," she said above the din of laughter and excited chatter that surrounded us. "Some things can only be experienced first-hand." As we passed by the Eiffel Tower, a sly smile spread across her face. "Wouldn't you agree, John?"

"Yes, I think you're correct," I said.

"Though, a simulated Paris could be fun," Mikayla smiled.

"I have no idea what you two are talking about," Jenny said. "Let's grab a pastry."

"Do you want anything?" Kelly asked me.

"Just a water for me," I said.

"How about you, Mikayla?" Jenny asked.

"A water and a chocolate éclair, please," Mikayla smiled. "I'm going to run to the bathroom," she said. "I'll be right back."

As Kelly and Jenny walked into the bakery, Mikayla grabbed my hand and dragged me to a secluded spot in the doorway of one of the building facades. She threw her hands up over my neck and pulled me down.

Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance between us and claimed her lips in a searing kiss that left us both breathless and wanting more. The risk of being caught only served to heighten our desire, transforming the forbidden into the irresistible.

"John," she whispered, her fingers trailing down the length of my arm. "If we get caught..."

"Vira will take care of it," I reassured her, my mind racing with the endless possibilities that the mysterious machine offered. Should we find ourselves in trouble, Vira could transport us back in time to a point before our indiscretion. The power she held was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of temptation and opportunity that seemed to know no bounds.

"Are you sure?" Mikayla asked, her eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt or uncertainty.

"Positive," I replied. My desire for Mikayla and the assurances of Vira's capabilities were silencing the nagging voice of reason that threatened to spoil our rendezvous. I kissed Mikayla's lips passionately. My hands moved up and down her body. I could feel the eyes of those passing by on us, but I didn't care.

"We'd better get back," Mikayla said with a mischievous grin. She looped her arm through mine and we made our way back towards where we'd left Kelly and Jenny. Each flirtatious touch and whispered promise added fuel to the fire that burned between us.

"There they are," Jenny said! "Here's your pastry."

"Thanks," Mikayla smiled. "Would you like a bite, Mr. Stevens?"

"No, thank you," I said.

We finished our snacks and moved on. As we strolled past the sparkling fountains, I could feel Mikayla's touch lingering on my arm like a phantom caress. My mind was awash with conflicting emotions: desire and guilt waged a silent war within me as I struggled to reconcile my love for my wife and the lust I felt for Mikayla.

"Hey, Dad," Jenny called out, her cheerful voice cutting through my introspection. "What do you think about going on Mission SPACE next?"

"Um, I don't know," I replied.

"Jenny," Mikayla interjected with mock concern, "you know that ride can cause motion sickness, right? Are you sure you want to risk it? Nobody wants to be hurling on a hot day."

"Motion sickness? Give me a break," Jenny said, her enthusiasm undimmed. "That just means it'll be super intense, right? I'm definitely up for the challenge!"

"Count me in too," Kelly said, her eyes shining with excitement. "I haven't been on that ride in years."

"I think I'm going to skip that one," Mikayla began, her fingers brushing against mine in a subtle signal, "You can all go on it. Don't let me stop you."

"You two go," I said to Kelly and Jenny. "I'll stay with Mikayla. We can find a calmer ride or someplace to relax for a bit. We'll meet up with you two later."

"Alright," Kelly agreed, oblivious to the undercurrents of desire that flowed between Mikayla and me. "Have fun, you guys!"

"Try not to hurl," Mikayla teased, offering Jenny a playful wink before turning to me. "Ready?"

"Of course," I murmured, the prospect of our impending tryst both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. "Ready for what?"

"The monorail, fifteen minutes each way gives us a half hour of fun," Mikayla smiled as she grabbed my hand. As we walked toward the park exit, the weight of my decisions bore down upon me, my thoughts a swirling maelstrom of passion and desire.

As we left the hypnotic allure of Epcot's attractions behind, Mikayla leaned in close. "Have you ever had sex on the monorail?"

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the familiar stirrings of desire igniting within me. Despite my mounting excitement, my rational mind took over. "Mikayla, wait... aren't there cameras on those things? We can't risk getting caught."

"Cameras?" she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm, setting my skin ablaze. "Don't you think Vira could help us with that?"

"Vira," I mused, recalling the enigmatic machine that had become both a blessing and a curse in my life. "We said the trip would be free of using Vira."

"John, it is ok to ask Vira about this," Mikayla insisted, her impatience laced with seduction. "We don't have much time, and I want you so badly." As I looked into Mikayla's hungry eyes, I knew I couldn't resist.

"Vira," I asked raising my cell phone, in case anyone else could hear me, "are there cameras inside the monorail cars?"

"Negative, John. There are no cameras present within the monorail's passenger cars," Vira said devoid of judgment.

"See?" Mikayla breathed, her fingertips dancing across my chest, drawing me further into her web of temptation. "Now, let's go make some of that Disney magic."

We boarded the monorail, the anticipation coursing through my veins like a drug. As the doors slid shut behind us, sealing us within our clandestine sanctuary, I knew there was no turning back.

The monorail hummed to life, and as it began to glide along the tracks, I looked at Mikayla. Her eyes met mine, a mischievous glint sparkling within their depths. She moved towards me, her body swaying with every bump of the track.

"John," she whispered, "I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I, Mikayla," I admitted, feeling my heart race as our secret hung between us like an invisible thread, binding us together. I reached out to her. She pressed her body against mine, her lips seeking out my own in a feverish kiss.

I devoured her lips as the monorail moved down the track. Being alone with her in that car, knowing what was to come was beyond exciting. My cock was already rock hard and Mikayla noticed.

"Good boy," she said as she got on her knees and unzipped my shorts. She pulled my cock free and kissed it gently. The cool air of the monorail cabin caressed my exposed skin. I watched as Mikayla wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly engulfed me in her mouth.

"Fuck," I moaned as Mikayla worked me over. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

"Your wife ever do anything like this?" Mikayla asked with a wicked grin then went back to sucking my dick.

"No," I moaned as I pulled her body up to mine. "We don't have much time and I need to be inside you."

Mikayla smiled as she lifted her skirt, revealing her own readiness for our clandestine rendezvous.

"No panties?" I asked.

"Nope,," she moaned as she straddled my lap, her fingers guiding my cock into her tight pussy. The sensation was electric, and we both gasped at the contact.

"Fuck, Mikayla," I groaned as my hands gripped her hips tightly as she began to move. She rode me with abandon, her short, panting breaths filling the cabin as the monorail continued its journey.

I kissed her deeply. She moaned and nibbled on my lower lip. Her pussy glided up and down my cock over and over again. The feeling was nothing short of ecstasy.

"You are so fucking sexy," I groaned. "That Facetime call this morning..."

"You bring it out in me," she moaned. "I can't believe we are fucking on the monorail." I reached up and tugged her long blonde hair back as I nibbled on her neck. She rode me as her pussy's juices dripped down my throbbing cock.

"I wish I had you all to myself this week," I said as I nibbled on her ear.

"We have infinite adventures ahead of us, John," she moaned.

Mikayla looked so cute and sweet in her red sundress. I pulled the top down and exposed her breasts. I squeezed them and kissed them as she rode me.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Suck on my tits. Devour me, John."

I sucked on her nipples as she let out a series of soft squeaks and moans. Her pussy continued building speed. Moving up and down my hard cock again and again. I looked out the window, knowing we would soon be reaching our destination.

"Cum inside me," Mikayla pleaded. "I need you to fill me up."

"Mikayla," I moaned with pleasure, looking into her blue eyes.

Mikayla smiled, her hands gripped onto my shoulders as she used her tight wet pussy to drive me crazy.

"John! Oh, John!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch as the tempo of our lovemaking increased. Our bodies moved together in perfect sync, the pleasure building until I could feel my climax approaching.

"Mikayla, I'm... I'm going to--" I stammered, unable to finish the sentence as the world around us seemed to blur and fade away.

"Yes! Me too," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as we both reached our peak together. Our moans of ecstasy mingled with the hum of the monorail, creating a symphony of desire and surrender.

As the monorail slowed to a stop, Mikayla dismounted me and sat next to me. We hastily adjusted our clothing, our eyes locked in a silent understanding of what had just transpired. The doors slid open, and we waited to see if anyone would board our car, my heart still racing from our illicit encounter.

A couple of families joined us, and I couldn't help but wonder if they could smell the sex in the air. Mikayla snuggled up close to me and we enjoyed a peaceful ride back to Epcot.

When we got back to Epcot, we rode Spaceship Earth together. We spent most of the ride making out like teenagers. Of course, Mikayla was still a teenager. She made me feel young. She made me feel alive. She was a potent force to be reckoned with.

We met back up with Kelly and Jenny and they told us all about the Mission SPACE ride. We had dinner at the restaurant at the Canadian pavilion then went back to our villa.

We made use of the media room, enjoying a few Disney movies while having some popcorn. My wife, Kelly, said she was tired and went off to bed. I could see Jenny nodding off and every now and then Mikayla and I would steal a kiss.

After a while, Jenny stood up. "I'm going to bed too, we have another fun day tomorrow!"

"I'll be right behind you," Mikayla smiled.

Jenny gave me a hug, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night," I said.

After Jenny left the room, Mikayla and I were alone. Even though we had already had one hell of a day, I knew it was only a matter of time before we succumbed to temptation once again.

"John," Mikayla whispered breathlessly as her lips brushed against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "I want you right here, right now."

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly, painfully aware of the potential consequences of this illicit rendezvous. But my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to Mikayla's touch as she pressed herself against me.

"Absolutely," she replied, her voice sultry and determined. "I need you inside me."

With those words, any lingering doubts were swept away, replaced by a torrent of lust-fueled desire. We hurriedly undressed each other, our hands exploring every inch of exposed flesh as we kissed passionately. Within moments, we were entwined on the couch as our bodies merged into one.

"God, yes, John!" Mikayla moaned, arching her back as I thrust inside of her. "That feels so good."

"Not too loud, my wife is right next door," I said as I fucked the hot young blonde.

"You could be fucking her," Mikayla moaned.

"But I want you," I said as I buried my cock in her tight wet pussy.

"Fuck, yes, right there!" Mikayla moaned.

"Wait, what are you two doing?!" A shocked voice tore through the haze of pleasure that enveloped us. We froze, our eyes wide with terror as we realized we'd been caught.

"Jenny!" I stammered, scrambling to cover myself and Mikayla with our discarded clothing. My heart raced, guilt churning in my stomach like acid. "This isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

"Isn't what it looks like?" Jenny repeated incredulously, her eyes brimming with hurt and betrayal. "You're having sex with my best friend, Dad! How could you?!"

"Jenny, I'm so sorry," Mikayla murmured, her own shame evident in the quiver of her voice. "Please don't hate me, but your dad is a great fuck."

"You fucking bitch!" Jenny screamed.

"Guys, what's going on?!" Kelly's alarmed question only added to the chaos, and I knew that there was no turning back now.

"Mom, Dad's fucking Mikayla!" Jenny blurted out, unable to contain her emotions.

"John..." Kelly's expression was a mix of disbelief and heartbreak. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in the scene before her.

"Kelly, I-" I began, but my words were cut off by a sob that threatened to break me in two. Mikayla put her hands up to my face and looked me in the eyes.

"Finish what you started," she whispered, her voice raw with lust as she stared at me, her gaze unwavering. "We've been caught. We knew this could happen. Let's get our money's worth."

"Fuck," I moaned. I hesitated, torn between the desire for Mikayla that still pulsed within me and the devastation etched across my wife's face. But as I looked into Mikayla's eyes, I saw something there. A fierce determination, a need for validation, and perhaps even a hint of defiance. I knew that I couldn't turn back now.

"Kelly, please understand..." I said, my voice barely more than a whisper as I resumed my movements, Mikayla's soft moans intertwining with the sounds of my family's anguish. I had never felt so bad and so good at the same time.

"Understand?" Kelly scoffed, her expression shifting from hurt to anger. "How can I ever fucking understand this, John?"

"Shut up and go away, bitch," Mikayla commanded as I fucked her hard and without mercy.

Kelly started to come at Mikayla but Jenny grabbed her and pulled her out of the room. "She's not worth it, Mom."

"This is so fucked up," I moaned as my cock pounded Mikayla's tight pussy. My mind swirled with conflicting emotions - guilt, desire, regret, and longing. The pleasure I felt was tainted, each thrust a reminder of the damage I had caused. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop, my body betraying me for the pleasures of the flesh.

"They aren't going to remember this, John," Mikayla said. "Fuck, I'm not even sure if we will remember this. But, isn't it electrifying?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"At least for a little while, I'm not just your little secret. Fuck me harder!" Mikayla yelled.

"Please forgive me," I murmured, not knowing whether I was speaking to Mikayla, Kelly, or Jenny - or perhaps to myself. But I knew that some sins could never be forgiven, and as the last vestiges of pleasure washed over me, I couldn't help but wonder if I had finally reached the point of no return. Either way, I fucked Mikayla harder. I pulled her up and bent her over the couch. I pulled her long blonde hair back as I took her pussy with my married cock. "You little homewrecking slut!"

"Finally!" Mikayla giggled. "Fill me up, let them hear you pound me."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I yelled. Mikayla was right. If nobody was going to remember this, I may as well enjoy it. I moaned loudly as my balls emptied into Mikayla. I yanked her hair back and she screamed. Her pussy gripped around me as we both came hard together.

"Holy fuckballs," Mikayla laughed as she collapsed on the couch.

"You can say that again," I said. "That was fucked up."

The room felt heavy, weighed down by the aftermath of our actions. My heart pounded in my chest as sweat trickled down my face, my breathing ragged from both physical exertion and the crushing guilt.

"John," Mikayla whispered urgently, her fingers tightening around my arm. The intensity in her eyes was almost feverish. "Don't forget, we can fix this. Vira can fix this. Relax. Breathe."

"I know," I said. "I just hope there aren't any unintended consequences."

"Like what? Vira can send us back in time, right? Before all this happened. Before we were caught." Mikayla said. "We can go back and make sure none of this happens."

"Let me think," I said. "We both can't go back and stay there, then there would be two of each of us."

"So then what do we do?" Mikayla asked.

"I can go back and leave myself a note or sign of some kind," I said, thinking out loud.

"That could work," Mikayla said as she got dressed.

"I just wish we could Quantum Leap into our own bodies," I said.

"Wait, what?" Mikayla asked. "Vira can do the Quantum Leap thing? When did you find this out?"

"That's not important," I snapped back. "We need to fix this problem first."

"Are you hiding something from me?" Mikayla asked. "Why can't you tell me when you figured out the Quantum Leap thing?"

"It was nothing, I was just randomly testing things," I lied.

"Then why won't you tell me?" she asked angrily.

"One thing at a time," I said. "I need to think."

"You weren't at Taylor's graduation party, were you?" Mikayla asked, her blue eyes now probing my eyes for the truth.

"What do you mean? Why would you ask that? I need to think," I said.

"Taylor fucked Ryan, she said he was like a different person. Then he didn't remember what happened afterward. Was that you? Were you spying on me? Did you fuck Taylor?"

"Fuck, Vira," I said. "Are you sure I can't Quantum Leap into my own body?"

"You can, John," Vira said. "But you cannot then be separated from that timeline."

"So you did fuck Taylor?" Mikayla yelled as Jenny appeared in the doorway.

"He fucked Taylor too?" Jenny yelled.

"He what?!" I heard my wife's voice and her footsteps coming closer.

"Ok, Vira," I said. "Quantum Leap me into myself right before Mikayla and I started fucking in the media room."

"You fucking asshole," Mikayla said as her hand slapped my face hard. A moment later, I was back on the couch and Jenny was hugging me and saying goodnight. After she left the room, Mikayla leaned closer to me.

"John," she whispered breathlessly as her lips brushed against my earlobe. "I want you right here, right now."

"I don't think that's such a great idea," I said. "I am a bit wiped out. Probably too much fun on the monorail."

"You're no fun," Mikayla pouted. "But, it's ok. Tomorrow is another day."

"Yes, it is," I said as I turned the television off. Mikayla and I both got up off the couch. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her level.