I opened my eyes as the first rays of sunlight crept into the room. The warmth of Kelly's body pressing against mine was comforting. The big bed in our Disney's Grand Floridian Resort villa was quite cozy. The dawning light began to illuminate the room. My wife's Mickey Mouse ears were on the dresser. I was at the happiest place on Earth, but dark thoughts swirled within my mind.
"Morning, babe," I whispered, brushing my lips gently across my wife's forehead to see if she was awake. Kelly stirred a bit but remained asleep, her breathing steady and slow. I disentangled our limbs and sat up. My mind drifted towards Mikayla. The vivacious young blonde making this trip and my life a roller coaster ride. Then I thought of Vira, the time machine that had become an all-consuming force.
With the power to reset time and undo any damage, my existence had begun to feel like a video game. I calculated every action I made. I would weigh every decision against the potential consequences and the knowledge that I could always hit the reset button. It was simultaneously liberating and terrifying. It was a dangerous cocktail of possibilities that had me questioning my morality and deepest desires.
"Vira, what have I done?" I asked quietly.
"Good morning, John," Vira replied telepathically, its presence a constant reminder of the power I held. The time machine had granted me experiences beyond my wildest dreams, opening doors I never knew existed. But with each thrill came the nagging fear of the consequences if I were to lose control.
"Vira," I mused, "sometimes I wonder if this gift I have been given is nothing more than a curse."
"Every choice you make comes with responsibility, John," Vira replied. "But remember, you have the power to shape your destiny. What is troubling you most?"
"Vira," I sighed, watching Kelly sleep. "I can't help but feel torn between two worlds--one where I'm loyal to my wife and one where my desires for Mikayla consume me. I can't seem to steer clear of her. I can't get her out of my mind."
"John, you know that your actions have consequences, but you also possess the power to reshape your reality," Vira reminded me. "You must decide what is most important to you."
"Maybe I should go back in time and undo my relationship with Mikayla," I said. A pang of longing gripped my chest, even thinking about it. "Or I should do something else, someone else, to get my fixation off of Mikayla."
"Ultimately, John, the choice is yours. But remember, no matter your path, you will always have the power to change your fate," Vira replied.
"Thanks, Vira," I sighed, facing my sleeping wife. Her peaceful expression tugged at my heartstrings. It reminded me of our love before my life became entangled with Mikayla's. As my wife began to stir, I couldn't help but wonder how dangerous this game I was playing was. Was the reset switch the get-out-of-jail-free card I imagined? Or, could it get so bad that it ultimately cost me everything I held dear?
"Good morning," Kelly mumbled, rubbing her eyes and stretching. "Ready for our day at the Magic Kingdom?" She smiled as she looked at me, her eyes filled with love and trust.
"Absolutely," I replied, forcing a smile. "Let's make it a day to remember." Little did she know how accurate those words would be -- for better or worse.
The warm sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen, enticing me to leave the comfort of the big bed.
"I guess the girls are up," I said as I stared at the ceiling fan. My thoughts were again on Mikayla, our adventures, and our affair.
"Hey, babe," Kelly said. "Is there something on your mind?"
"No, Kel. I'm just thinking about our plans for today," I lied. "We have so much to do. Time can go by so fast."
"I know, this trip is flying by," she said. "We need to enjoy every minute. I can't believe our little girl is going off to college."
"I know," I said. "It seems like Jenny was just starting high school. I am not sure I'm ready for her to be off on her own."
"She'll do fine," Kelly said. "We've raised her well."
"I know. She is turning into a woman before our eyes."
"So is Mikayla," Kelly said, then paused momentarily. "Is it just me, or has she been acting differently around you?"
"Differently? What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Acting more adult, flirting, that kind of thing," Kelly replied. "Maybe she's just trying to find her footing going off to college. Or maybe she's still giving me a hard time because I thought the two of you were having an affair. Am I crazy?"
"No, I wouldn't say you're crazy," I said.
"So, she has been flirting with you?"
"Like you said, I think she's just trying to act more adult and find her footing," I replied.
"Well, she sure looked like an adult in that red dress last night at dinner."
"The girls are at that age," I said with a smile.
"So you noticed the dress?" Kelly asked.
"What do you mean? I was sitting across from her at the restaurant. Was I not supposed to see the dress she was wearing?"
"I'm sorry," Kelly said, then sighed. "Jenny going off to college has me rattled. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. It's just I've always thought of Mikayla as another daughter. Seeing her looking so grown up and flirting with you doesn't compute."
"I can understand that," I said.
"It doesn't help that she looks like a teenage Marilyn Monroe," Kelly said.
"I don't know how to respond to that in a way that won't get me in trouble," I replied.
"Thanks a lot," Kelly said, shaking her head. "Let's focus on the rest of our trip and try to have a good time."
"I agree," I said as there was a knock on our door. We both looked up as the door creaked open, and Mikayla sauntered in. Her short sleepshirt barely concealed her curves. Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, framing her mischievous grin.
"Good morning, Mikayla," Kelly greeted her warmly, oblivious to the tension I instantly felt. "Did you sleep well?"
"Not really, Mrs. Stevens. You see, I spent most of the night playing with my pussy," Mikayla purred. Her gaze locked onto mine as she peeled off her sleepshirt, revealing her naked form. "And I am in dire need of a big, hard cock."
My heart raced. I became acutely aware of every inch of my body. The burning desire I had for Mikayla was coursing through my veins. My mind screamed at me to resist, to remember my love for Kelly, but my body craved Mikayla's touch more than anything else. And we had the reset switch.
"Mikayla, what the hell are you doing?" Kelly asked incredulously.
"What am I doing?" Mikayla giggled as she tossed her shirt at my wife. "I'm doing your husband, sweetie," she said. She had the confidence of a warrior as she slipped under the covers between us. Her warm, soft skin brushed against mine. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me whole. I had to have her.
"John," Mikayla whispered in my ear, her breath hot and heavy. "I want you right now. I need you inside me. Let me show you what it's like to be with a woman who truly understands your desires."
"You're what?" Kelly exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I hesitated, my mind warring with the turmoil of conflicting emotions. But as Mikayla pressed her body against mine and kissed my neck, I knew I could not resist her. I wasn't thrilled she initiated this without discussing it first, but she knew we had Vira to clean up the mess.
"Aren't you going to fuck me, John?" Mikayla asked. "I have been playing with myself all night imagining this moment. Let me be your little slut."
"Fuck, you are bad," I growled. I surrendered myself to the intoxicating allure of the teenage temptress. I rationalized that I could always rewrite our story. I could erase any trace of our indiscretions. I knew I could return to the life I once knew with Kelly if that was what I wanted. Vira would make it so. But deep down, I wondered if that would ever be enough. Or would the pull of erotic adventure always prove too compelling for me to resist with Mikayla or anyone else?
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Kelly fumed.
"Sweetheart, the poor girl has been playing with her pussy all night," I groaned. I pulled away from Mikayla's kisses long enough to flip her onto her back.
"What?" Kelly yelled. "How long has this been going on?"
"Since long before you thought we'd spent that weekend together." Mikayla giggled as my hands traced a path along her curves. She arched her back, inviting me to explore further. My fingers found their way between her legs, teasing and stroking as she gasped in pleasure.
"Fuck, you are wet," I groaned as I rubbed Mikayla's pussy. My cock was standing at attention. I didn't care that my wife was watching.
"Only for you, John," Mikayla moaned. "Now eat me or fuck me." She looked over at my wife. "Do you have a preference?"
"This can't be happening," Kelly said as I slid my boxer briefs off. "I must be having a nightmare."
I moved between Mikayla's legs on the big bed. I looked into her eyes as I slid my hard cock slowly inside her. She bit down on her lower lip as her pussy tightened around my flesh.
"Yes," Mikalya groaned. "Fuck me, John."
"I have to wake up," Kelly said, crying. "This can't be real. I have to wake up!"
"Bitch, please!" Mikayla barked, her eyes locked on Kelly. "You are becoming quite distracting. Do you mind giving us the bed? You can sit in the chair and watch if you'd like. Just shut the fuck up."
"John, how could you?" Kelly's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes overflowing with tears.
"Kelly, I'm sorry," I muttered. My guilt broke through the haze of lust that clouded my mind for a moment. But Mikayla's body pressed closer against mine. The warmth of her flesh and the intoxicating scent of her arousal pulled me back into the moment.
"Fuck me, John," Mikayla urged, her breath hot against my ear, her hands on my face. Her toned legs were tight around my torso. "Show me what it's like to be with a man who understands my desires. A man that can deliver what I need."
And so, I did. I kissed Mikayla's soft lips as I fucked her. The heat of her pussy was radiating all through my cock. It was a sensation like no other--the ultimate high.
The heat of our bodies melding together was almost too much to bear, but it fueled the passion that had taken over me. Mikayla's legs wrapped tighter around me as I moved within her, our rhythm in perfect sync. My eyes wandered from the pleasure-filled expression on her face to my wife, who had moved to a chair in the corner. Her face contorted with anger and confusion.
