I woke up to the sound of the shower running, and for a moment I forgot where I was. I smiled as I recalled sneaking into Mikayla's room the night before. Kelly, my wife, was in the bathroom, her humming voice punctuating the hiss of water hitting the tile.
"Another day in paradise," I muttered to myself, rubbing my face with my hands.
As I sat up, I couldn't help but replay the previous night in my mind. Mikayla's young body pressed against mine. Her soft moans, the way she wrapped around me as we moved together. Fucking her made me feel so damn good. I knew that what we were doing wasn't right; Mikayla was my daughter's best friend. A million thoughts raced through my mind: What if someone found out? How could I have let this happen? But, I did let it happen. And I was enjoying the hell out of the adventure.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," a voice called from the doorway. It was Kelly, her hair damp and wrapped in a towel. She wore a white robe, the belt tied loosely around her waist. "Are you ready for another magical day?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. If she only knew what Mikayla and I had been doing I would be a dead man.
"Aren't you glad we decided to take this trip?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with warmth and understanding.
"I am," I said. I wasn't lying.
"We have Epcot today!" Kelly said. "I love Epcot."
"Right, Epcot," I mumbled, dragging myself out of bed. As I stood up, my muscles ached, reminding me once more of my transgressions. Mikayla wasn't easy to keep up with, but she was worth the aches and pains. I grabbed the white fluffy robe the hotel provided and put it on.
As I walked into the villa's kitchen, there she was. Mikayla sat at the breakfast bar. Her long legs crossed. She was sipping her coffee and wearing nothing but a long Mickey Mouse t-shirt. The shirt barely covered her thighs. The sight of her stirred up conflicting emotions within me. Desire, guilt, and fear were all fighting for dominance. Our previous adventures were far from my family. This felt so much different. So much more personal.
"Morning," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. Her big blue eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't help but remember how they had looked last night when we fucked in her room.
"Hey," I managed to say, trying to keep my tone casual while my heart raced. "You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep," she replied, swirling her spoon in her mug. "Too many... thoughts." She emphasized the last word, letting it hang in the air like an unspoken invitation.
I leaned against the counter, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to say. "Yeah, it was pretty damn incredible."
"You can say that again," Mikayla said, her gaze piercing through me. "I can't stop thinking about how fucking hot it was. How you touched me, fucked me, your lips on my skin with Jenny in the room right next door. A girl can get used to that kind of rush."
"Mikayla, I want you so much. But this isn't right. We can't keep doing this with Jenny and Kelly around."
"Sure we can," she countered, taking a slow sip of her coffee. "We have Vira. And you know that you want me, lover boy. Tell me that last night didn't mean anything to you."
My silence spoke volumes, and she smiled triumphantly. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, placing her hand on my thigh. "You know, we could have a little more fun right now."
As much as I knew it was wrong, my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to her warm touch. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the weight of my desire crushing my inhibitions.
"Mikayla," I whispered, my voice filled with need. "we're playing with fire here."
"Isn't that what makes it so exciting, John?" she asked, inching her hand higher up my leg. The seductive glint in her eyes made it nearly impossible to resist.
"It is," I said. "I can't deny that. I am sure we come up with something fun to try today."
"Yes, we will," Mikayla smiled.
Jenny suddenly appeared, clad in a bright red Disney t-shirt and denim shorts. Her auburn hair tied into a high ponytail, she seemed to bounce with excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she noticed Mikayla and me, her voice energetic and cheerful. "Hey, you two! Hurry up and get ready. We're heading to Epcot Center today!"
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to maintain my composure. Did she suspect anything? No, her smile was too genuine, and her tone too carefree. I had to relax.
"Morning, Jenny," Mikayla replied with a sweet grin, shifting her body away from mine. "I can't wait to get to Epcot. I have read all about it. So many awesome attractions."
"Then go get ready!" Jenny said.
"Alright, alright," Mikayla said as she got up and stretched her arms over her head. I couldn't help but steal a glance.
"Mikayla, did you have a nightmare last night?" Jenny asked. "I thought I heard some noises coming from your room."
I could feel the blood drain from my face as I imagined how this conversation could play out. But Mikayla smiled, shaking her head. "No, no nightmare, I just had an intense dream. Nothing to worry about."
"An intense dream?" Jenny asked, her curiosity piqued. "Well, I hope it wasn't too scary. You know, sometimes those Disney rides can give you weird dreams." She chuckled, unaware of the truth behind Mikayla's words.
"Definitely not scary," Mikayla replied, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. "More erotic than anything else," she added. The corner of her mouth twitched upward in a playful smirk, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Alright then, TMI! I am sorry that I asked," Jenny said, clapping her hands together. "Don't take too long getting ready, or we'll have to wait in long lines at the best attractions! Oh, I have to go grab my Mickey Mouse ears!"
As Jenny left the room, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and guilt. We had managed to keep our secret from her so far, but how much longer could we last? The weight of my actions bore down on me, as I tried to reconcile the desire I felt for Mikayla with the loyalty I owed my family.
"John," Mikayla whispered. "I promise, I won't let anything happen to our friendship or your relationship with Jenny."
Her words seemed sincere, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we had already opened Pandora's box. There was no going back now. As much as I wanted to believe her, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Would the price of our passion be a high one?
Mikayla gave me one last lingering look before disappearing down the hallway to her room. For a moment I was alone in the kitchen. The air still held traces of her scent -- a mixture of vanilla and jasmine that made my heart race and my mind wander to forbidden places.
"John, the shower's free," Kelly announced as she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a Goofy t-shirt and mom jeans. Her hair was damp from her shower, framing her face in loose curls. She looked serene and beautiful, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions churning inside of me.
"Thanks, but I haven't had my coffee yet," I replied, trying to maintain a casual tone despite the turmoil within me.
"Come on, there'll be plenty of time for coffee," Kelly insisted, her voice light and carefree. "Besides, you know how much I love having breakfast together as a family."
I couldn't help but wince at her words. Family. The very foundation of our lives together was now threatened by the secrets and desires I harbored for Mikayla. It was getting harder to face my wife, knowing what I had done. But more than that, I wondered how I could possibly let go of the passion and excitement that now consumed me. I thought maybe I should give the reset switch a try.
"Alright, alright," I conceded, forcing a smile onto my face. "I'll be quick."
As Kelly left the room, I found myself hesitating, staring at the empty space where Mikayla had been sitting. I remembered the way her legs had peeked out from beneath the Mickey Mouse t-shirt, enticing me with promises of pleasure and ecstasy. My body ached for her, but my heart was feeling the guilt and regret because my family was so close.
"Get a grip, John," I muttered to myself, finally tearing my gaze away from the kitchen table. "Just act normal. It's not that hard."
As I walked to the master bedroom, my thoughts were consumed by last night's passionate encounter with Mikayla. I could still feel her soft, warm skin against mine, her breathy moans ringing in my ears. A tidal wave of longing washed over me.
I stepped into the dimly lit room and began to undress, each article of clothing feeling like a reminder of my betrayal. My mind raced, grappling with the consequences of my actions, searching for a way to make things right again.
"Perhaps if I just focus on my family," I thought, my hands trembling as I tossed the robe on the bed. "Maybe I can forget about this... about her."
But deep down, I knew that forgetting Mikayla would be impossible. The desire that burned within me was too fierce, too all-consuming. How could it not? Mikayla was, for lack of a better term, a fantasy girl. My only hope was that she'd tire of me.
I was slipping out of my shorts when my phone vibrated on the dresser, jolting me from my thoughts. As I picked it up, I saw Mikayla's name displayed on the screen, accompanied by a Facetime call icon.
"Hey," she whispered as soon as I answered, her voice sultry and seductive. "Miss me already?"
"Are you crazy?" I hissed, my eyes darting nervously toward the closed bedroom door. "Kelly's in the other room!"
"Relax, John," Mikayla cooed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "We have done a lot more with Kelly in the other room. I just wanted to see your handsome face, and a little more, before we head off for the day. Besides, isn't taking risks part of the thrill?"
"Taking risks?" I repeated, swallowing hard. "Mikayla, we can't keep doing this. It's not fair to Kelly, or to you."
"John," she sighed, her gaze softening. "I know this is difficult for you, but it's not like we planned any of this. Sometimes, life just happens. And when it does, you have to decide whether to embrace it or run from it."
"Embrace it?" I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest. "But at what cost?"
"Isn't passion worth the risk?" Mikayla asked, her eyes searching mine for an answer. "Aren't we worth it?"
Overwhelmed by her words and the weight of the decision before me, I could only stare back at her, my soul torn between desire and regret.
"Fine," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and excitement. "But this has to be quick."
"Promise," Mikayla purred.
