"Is this still not cheating?" Ravees asked, her voice shaky after her first self-induced orgasm, guided by Cassian's coaxing. Now she lay on her side, Cassian behind her, thrusting his hips. His cock's head peeked out between her thick thighs—muscular but not quite big enough to hide him fully—as he pumped from behind, her thighs squeezing tight. His arm looped around her neck and waist, holding her firmly as he thrust with heavy grunts.
His cock grazed her soaked panties, brushing her sensitive folds, still raw from her last climax, and they stirred again, arousal building fast. Ravees wrestled with how far she'd gone, betraying her husband, the guilt gnawing at her.
But Cassian kept convincing her it wasn't cheating. It was her first taste of raw, carnal pleasure—how could she not dive in headfirst, even if it meant screwing over her vows or dodging the guilt that kept buzzing back?
All Ravees needed was a little push, and Cassian was delivering it, whispering in her ear like a snake dangling a poisoned apple.
"It's not cheating—you're just helping me out for teaching you how to masturbate," Cassian said, tossing out flimsy logic that a clear-headed Ravees, untouched by orgasm, would've seen through in a heartbeat. But now, drunk on pleasure, she bought it wholesale, thinking to herself, 'Yeah, I'm just paying back his help… a warrior repays a debt'. It was shitty reasoning, and deep down she knew it, but that part of her was buried under the craving for another climax. Her panties were the only scrap of clothing left—her top long gone. Cassian's hand around her waist dug into her stomach, her almost-chiseled abs firm yet soft under his grip. His other hand slid under her, grabbing her breast and squeezing hard, while his mouth sucked on her shoulder, his thrusts deep and needy as he fondled her.
Cassian's hands slid lower from her stomach toward her panties, her entire body slick with sweat from her intense arousal. He savored the feel of her damp skin under his palms, his penis growing harder. Her thighs, though not as soft as her inner folds, were plush, squeezing him tightly, slippery with her fluids and sweat.
His fingers roamed her pubes, relishing the intimacy—more personal than touching her folds directly. He knew women often felt exposed when he lingered there, and Ravees was no exception, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Yet she found it pleasurable and, convinced it wasn't cheating, didn't stop him. Cassian rubbed his fingers around her folds and through her bush, teasing her further.
Ravees's breath hitched as Cassian's fingers lingered in her pubes, teasing the coarse hairs and grazing the edges of her slick folds.
"See? Just helping each other out," Cassian murmured into her ear, his voice low and sly, doubling down on his flimsy logic. His hand on her breast squeezed harder, thumb flicking her nipple, while the other continued its slow, deliberate dance through her bush, occasionally brushing her clit to keep her on edge. Her panties, now soaked and barely clinging to her hips, were no barrier at all.
Ravees moaned softly, her mind a haze of pleasure and bad reasoning. 'It's not cheating… just repaying a favor,' she repeated to herself, the thought looping like a mantra. Her guilt was nowhere to be found, drowned out by the pulsing heat between her legs. She shifted slightly, her thighs tightening around him, urging his thrusts on without meaning to. "You're sure… this is okay?" she asked, her voice raspy, seeking one last shred of reassurance.
"It's no big deal, just our bodies rubbing together—no kissing or anything," Cassian said, deliberately dragging the head of his cock across her panties, tracing the shape of her folds through the thin, soaked fabric. Ravees moaned, her eyes glistening with tears from the overwhelming heat coursing through her. Cassian leaned closer, his voice teasing. "What, you think this body-on-body action's not okay?"
His words—casual, almost mocking—hung in the air, and she clung to them, desperate to justify the fire consuming her. Just rubbing… not cheating, she told herself, though the thought felt flimsier with every passing second.
Cassian smirked, sensing her wavering resolve. He thrust his hips a bit harder, letting his penis press more firmly against her panties, the thin fabric doing little to dull the sensation. "See? No harm done," he said, his voice dripping with false innocence. His hand on her breast squeezed, fingers rolling her nipple, while the other slid back to her pubes, tugging gently at the coarse hairs before circling her clit with agonizing slowness. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Ravees's breath hitched, her hips twitching toward his touch despite herself. "I… I don't know," she stammered, her voice hoarse, her teary eyes darting to his face. Her hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging in as she fought the urge to grind against him. Her folds, still sensitive from her last orgasm, pulsed under the pressure of his member, each nudge sending a jolt through her. "It feels… too much."
"Too much is the best part," Cassian said with a low chuckle, his lips grazing her ear before giving it a playful nip. He eased his thrusts, letting the head of his cock press slowly against her clit through her soaked panties, pulling a shaky gasp from her. "No lines crossed here—just two people helping each other out, having a good time." His lie was brazen, but he flashed a grin, fingers tweaking her nipple to keep her from overthinking it.
Ravees's body betrayed her, arching into his touch, her thick thighs squeezing him tighter as if begging for more. The wet squish of her panties against her folds echoed in the air, mixing with her uneven breaths. "What… what else is okay, then?" she whispered, curiosity and surrender bleeding into her voice. She knew she was sliding deeper, but the pleasure drowned out her doubts.
Cassian's eyes glinted, sensing he had her. "Well," he said, dragging out the word, his hand sliding to grip her thigh, fingers digging into its soft, muscular bulk. "We could keep rubbing … or you could touch yourself again, now that you're getting the knack. I'll just lend a hand." His cock nudged her panties again, slow and teasing.
Ravees hesitated, her eyes uncertain, but her hand drifted downward. "What if I do this?" she asked, her voice soft as her fingers brushed her folds through the damp fabric.