My heart was still pounding from the events of the evening. My daughter and wife catching me fucking Mikayla was a rush. A much bigger thrill than I'd anticipated. It was all so surreal, fucking my daughter's beautiful friend as my wife and daughter freaked out. Mikayla was a rock, enjoying the situation perhaps even more than I did. She made sure I didn't lose sight of the power we had to undo anything we wanted.
I walked to the villa's kitchen to get a drink of water. My mind was racing with all of the abilities that Vira opened up for me. I sat down at the table and contemplated everything that had happened.
"John, are you okay?" Mikayla's voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to find her standing beside me, wearing a Minnie Mouse sleepshirt.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said. "Just thinking about a lot of things."
"About what?" She asked, stepping closer. She studied my face as she waited for an answer. For a brief moment, I wondered if she somehow knew. If she remembered what had happened between us a few minutes before. If she remembered accusing me of fucking Taylor at the graduation party.
"About the power that Vira has. What it's capable of," I said. "And how easy it would be for me to lose myself. It is so crazy what it can do. I don't want it to change me. I don't want it to change who I am. Do you know what I mean?"
"John," Mikayla said as she touched my arm. "You're stronger than that. You can control it."
"Can I, though?" I asked. "It is so easy to let myself get caught up in the moment, forget about everything else, about everyone else. And if reality comes crashing down, I have to turn to Vira to save me from my sins."
"Is that so bad?" Mikayla questioned, raising an eyebrow. "If you make a mistake, you can fix it. No one gets hurt. What's the problem?"
"But that's just it, Mikayla," I said. "I can do anything, at any time, to anyone and get away with it. That power. It scares me."
"Maybe it should," she conceded. "But it also gives you the freedom to explore your desires. To be who you want to be without any restrictions. Is that such a bad thing?" Her blue eyes looked deep into my own eyes. She was incredible.
"No, I guess not," I said as I stared at her. Memories of that night flooded my mind. The taste of her on my tongue. Her young body beneath mine, her moans filling the air as my wife screamed for us to stop. It had been exhilarating, intoxicating - and with Vira, there would never be any consequences.
"So don't worry so much," she said.
"Is it wrong?" I asked. "To want this? To want you?"
"Only if you let it be," Mikayla replied, a wicked smile on her lips. She closed the distance between us, pressed her body against mine, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
As our tongues danced together, all thoughts of guilt and fear faded, replaced by an overwhelming desire for the woman in my arms. I knew one thing: Vira would always be there, waiting to save me from my sins, for better or worse.
Within the whirlwind of my thoughts, I tried to figure out how to keep Mikayla from discovering my secret. It would be devastating if she ever found out about me and Taylor. I shook my head, trying to banish the image of her tear-streaked face from my mind. I could go back to stop myself from Quantum Leaping into Taylor's friend Ryan on that fateful night, but what else might that change?
"John?" Kelly's voice called from down the hall. "Are you coming to bed?"
"Guess you'd better go, lover boy," Mikayla said with a smile. She pulled me in and kissed me before heading to her bedroom. I watched her bounce down the hallway and disappear into her room.
"Coming," I replied, my heart hammering in my chest. I needed to find a solution quickly, but I could only pretend everything was normal for now. But normal was disappearing faster than I'd liked.
As I slipped into bed beside my wife, Mikayla's perfume still clung to me like a guilty reminder. The thrill of being caught fucking her surged through my veins, hot and electric, igniting a fire deep within. Jumping back in time meant my balls hadn't been emptied recently and were in desperate need. My body reacted instinctually, desire pooling low in my gut as I reached for Kelly.
"Are you up for some fun?" I whispered, pulling back the covers to reveal Kelly's naked form. All of the running she'd been doing had paid dividends. She looked incredible. Removing the covers caused her to stir in her sleep, a soft smile gracing her lips. I traced a finger down her body, my touch feather-light until I found her soft pussy lips, warm and inviting.
"John," she sighed, her eyes fluttering open, the dazed happiness in them only fueling my need. I moved down. My mouth found her pussy, and I eagerly devoured her, savoring her taste as her soft moans filled the air. I let my tongue tease her clit, then slid it deep inside her.
"Fuck, John, yes!" she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. As much as I tried not to, I could only think about Mikayla. How she had felt as I devoured her, how she had tasted on my tongue.
"Talk dirty to me," I murmured against Kelly's heated flesh, my voice rumbled with lust. "Tell me what you want."
"Your cock," she moaned, her body shuddering as I sucked her clit. "I need your big, thick cock inside me, John. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard."
"You're a bad girl, hmm?" I asked.
"Yes, do you want to spank me?" Kelly giggled.
"God, you're so fucking hot," I groaned, positioning myself between her long legs. I teased her pussy lips with my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. As I thrust inside her, my thoughts were still consumed by Mikayla and the secret that threatened to unravel our lives.
"Harder, baby," Kelly moaned, throwing her arms around me. Her nails dug into my back. I obliged, burying myself in her with a ferocity born of guilt and desire. I tried to drown out the whispers of betrayal that echoed through my mind.
"Fuck!" I cried out, the pleasure boiling over within me, overwhelming and all-consuming. But even as I fucked Kelly, I could not escape the knowledge of what I had become.
I leaned in and kissed my wife hard. My cock was stretching her pussy as I devoured her tongue. I broke the kiss and moved to her breasts. Her soft pink nipples beckoned me, and I playfully nibbled on them.
The night's events hung over me as we fucked. Her body's pleasure and the sweet surrender in her eyes did little to assuage my guilt. "You like it rough, don't you?" I asked her, surprising myself with the intensity of my voice.
"Y-yes," she stammered, clearly caught off guard.
I slapped her large breasts, delighting in how they jiggled beneath my hand, my fingers leaving behind a faint pink imprint. My hands moved up as I fucked her. They landed on her throat. My grip tightened as I thrust into her, our bodies colliding with a force that left me breathless. The power I felt was intoxicating, a luscious cocktail of desire and guilt.
"John! Oh God, yes," Kelly moaned, her voice strained from the pressure on her neck. Her climax exploded and washed over her as her pussy clenched my cock, drawing me to the edge.
"Fuck, Kelly. I love you," I whispered, my orgasm ripping through me. We clung to one another, spent and drenched in sweat, trying to catch our breath. Eventually, exhaustion claimed us both, and Kelly drifted off to sleep, entwined in my arms.
I realized I was a man torn between two worlds - one where I am faithful to my wife and another where I am lost to my desires. And as the clock ticks on, the line between the two grows ever thinner until it might vanish. What would happen then? Will I be able to stop it? Would Vira fix everything? These are the things I wondered as I drifted off.
Sleep didn't last long. I woke up in a sweat. I looked at Kelly, sleeping peacefully beside me. I almost felt guilty for fucking her. My relationship with Mikayla was beyond complicated. What was supposed to be a fun romp in a simulator was now consuming my whole life.
I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I took a long, cold shower. Trying to gather my thoughts. I should have been strong enough to go back and hit the reset switch, but I wasn't. Now, experiencing what Vira could do, I was hooked. I always knew that Vira could undo me getting caught fucking Mikayla. What I didn't realize was how fucking hot getting caught would actually be.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Maybe Mikayla was right. I may be strong enough to control this. Who knows? I took a drink of water and then headed back to bed. Kelly slept soundly as I slipped under the covers and drifted off to dreamland.
The morning light crept into the bedroom, glowing across the rumpled sheets. A soft sensation enveloped my cock, stirring me from my slumber. My mind was still hazy; I assumed Kelly was repaying me for last night's fuck session.
"Kelly," I almost murmured before my eyes fluttered open to reveal Mikayla kneeling between my legs, her lips wrapped around my shaft. Panic surged through me, my heart pounding in my chest. "What are you doing? Where are Kelly and Jenny?"
Mikayla pulled away from me, a wicked smile on her lips. "Relax, John," she assured me, her voice sultry and confident. "Jenny and Kelly went to play a few rounds of tennis. We've got the villa all to ourselves." She peeled her Minnie Mouse sleepshirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.
"Did you bring me breakfast?" I smiled as I watched Mikayla's face.
"Do you want to eat, or do you want to fuck?" she asked. I wasn't sure if she was genuinely annoyed or pretending to be.
"That's a tough one." I laughed.
"Come on, John," Mikayla purred. "Let me take care of you. I am so horny from last night. I had to play with my pussy alone in my room. Don't you want my pussy?"
"Yes, I do. I want to fuck," I said, and Mikayla sprung into action. I watched her lips work their way around my cock. Her eyes were locked onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless. The weight of guilt pressed down on me, but the adrenaline from the risk of being caught in this forbidden tryst had my heart racing. I wondered why knowing I could undo anything that happened didn't change the thrill of getting caught.
"Do you know how much time we have?" I asked.
"Does it matter? We have Vira," she replied. "Now stop worrying and enjoy yourself."
Mikayla continued to pleasure me. Her tongue and mouth devoured my cock. I couldn't help but recall the passion Kelly and I shared the previous night. The same bed, the same room, yet it felt like a different lifetime. The thrill of our secret affair mingled with the taste of betrayal, creating an intoxicating situation I couldn't resist.
Mikayla climbed up and straddled me, guiding my erection into her tight warm pussy. She moaned as she sank onto me, her body quivering with anticipation. Our bodies moved together in a dance of lust and desire, each thrust driving us closer together.
"Fuck, baby," Mikayla panted. "You feel so good inside me. Your cock was made to fill me."
"God, Mikayla," I groaned, unable to resist the allure of her nubile body. Unable to break free from wanting this dream angel. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Isn't that what makes it so exciting?" she teased, her eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Her body riding my cock, up and down. "Besides, we have Vira. You can always undo our little rendezvous if things go south."
She was right. Knowing Vira was there changed everything. Knowing I could escape any consequences only fueled the fire. I found myself considering things I'd never thought of doing before. Now they seemed almost impossible to resist.
"John," Mikayla leaned close and whispered. Her breath was warm against my ear. "I know you're conflicted. I know you feel guilty. But just remember, life is too short to deny ourselves what we want. We can be together without anyone getting hurt."
Her words echoed in my mind, reminding me of the delicate balance between desire and regret. As I held Mikayla close, I couldn't help but feel that I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, and it was only a matter of time before I fell.
I kissed Mikayla's soft lips. I felt her long blonde hair falling over my body. Her tight, wet pussy was grinding away on my hard cock. How could I give this up?
I grabbed Mikayla's hips and moved her onto her back. Her toned legs wrapped around me as my cock slid inside her slow and deep. My mind flashed to Kelly the night before. The rough sex. My hands were around her neck. It was clear I had fucked my wife but was now making love to Mikayla.
"Still don't want to tell me what that note from your future self said?" I whispered, then kissed her neck.
"Why are you thinking about that?" she moaned.
"It's part of the puzzle," I replied. Mikayla's hands moved to my face. I buried my throbbing cock inside her and let it sit there momentarily.
