The doorbell rang, and I glanced at the clock. It was late, much later than I usually entertained guests. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was coming over. My heart pounded as I walked to the door, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for the handle. I opened it to find her standing there, looking as stunning as ever in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a rush of nostalgia mixed with something else—something darker, more urgent.

"Hey," she said softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "Thanks for letting me come over so late."

"No problem," I replied, closing the door behind her. "I wasn't expecting you, but... I'm glad you're here."

She turned to face me, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You always were too polite, even when we were sneaking around behind everyone's backs."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Sneaking around. That's what we had done, hadn't we? We had been so careful, so secretive, hiding our affair from everyone, including her then-boyfriend. And now, years later, here she was, standing in my living room, reminding me of those forbidden nights.

"What are you doing here, Sarah?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Is everything okay?"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything's fine. Actually, everything's better than fine. I have something to tell you."

"Okay," I said slowly, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "Remember that time we snuck into your mom's basement during that party? When we thought no one would notice us?"

My breath caught in my throat. How could I forget? It had been one of the most intense experiences of my life, feeling her against me, knowing we were risking everything. "Yeah," I managed to say. "I remember."

"Well," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I did something similar last weekend. Only this time, it wasn't just us."

My mind raced, trying to process what she was saying. "What do you mean?"

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. "I went to a swing party. You know, where couples swap partners? And while everyone else was busy..." She paused, her breath hot against my skin. "I found a quiet corner with someone else. And we dry humped until neither of us could take it anymore."

My body reacted instantly, my cock hardening at the memory of how good it had felt, how desperate we had been. "Sarah," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Why are you telling me this?"

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted to see if you still feel the same way about me. If you still want me like I want you."

Before I could respond, she pressed herself against me, her hips grinding against my erection through our clothes. "Do you?" she demanded, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Do you still want me, Jack?"

I groaned, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her even closer. "God, yes," I breathed. "I've never stopped wanting you."

She smiled, a satisfied look on her face. "Good. Because I need you to show me. Right now."

And with that, she kissed me, hard and hungry, her tongue slipping into my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I responded in kind, my hands exploring every inch of her, relishing the feel of her curves, the heat of her skin. We were lost in each other, consumed by the need that had never truly gone away.

As we kissed and touched, I couldn't help but think about what she had told me. The idea of her with someone else, the thrill of their secret encounter, only made me want her more. I needed to feel her against me, to experience that desperation again. And judging by the way she was pressing herself against me, she felt the same.

But before we could take it any further, she pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," she said, her voice husky. "First, I want you to hear the rest of my story. Then, maybe, we can finish what we started."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. Whatever she had to say, I knew it would only make this night more intense, more unforgettable. And I was ready for it. Ready for whatever she had in store.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. Whatever she had to say, I knew it would only make this night more intense, more unforgettable. And I was ready for it. Ready for whatever she had in store.

"Go on," I urged, my voice barely a whisper. "Tell me everything."

She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto mine as if trying to gauge my reaction. "It was at this house party," she began, her voice low and sultry. "A friend of a friend invited us. At first, it seemed like any other party—music, drinks, people mingling. But then..." She paused, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Then someone mentioned the basement. Said it was where all the fun happened."

My mind raced with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. "What kind of fun?" I asked, my voice hoarse with anticipation.

"You know," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The kind of fun that makes you forget who you are for a little while."

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching against the fabric of my pants. "And you went down there?"

She nodded, her gaze never wavering. "I couldn't resist. The idea of being somewhere so... forbidden. So secretive. It reminded me of us, sneaking around, taking risks."

"Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.

"Oh, yes," she replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "There was a couple already down there, going at it like animals. They didn't even notice me at first. I just watched, mesmerized by the way they moved together, the sounds they made."

My imagination ran wild, picturing the scene she described. "And then?"

"Then," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "someone else joined them. A man. He saw me watching and gave me a knowing look. Before I could react, he was beside me, his hand on my waist, pulling me closer."

I felt a surge of jealousy mixed with arousal, my body reacting instinctively to her words. "What did you do?"

"I let him," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "He kissed me, and I kissed him back. His hands roamed over my body, just like yours are doing now."

I groaned, my hands tightening their grip on her hips. "And then?"

"Then," she said, her voice trembling with remembered passion, "we found a quiet corner, away from the others. We started to dry hump, just like we used to. But this time, it was different. More intense. More desperate."

My cock strained against my zipper, aching for release. "How so?"

"Because," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, "it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about the thrill of the risk, the danger of getting caught. Every movement, every touch, was charged with that adrenaline."

I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the tension between us growing thicker by the second. "And then what happened?"

"We came," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Right there, in that corner, surrounded by strangers. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

I shuddered, my own need reaching a fever pitch. "Sarah," I breathed, my voice ragged. "I need to feel that again. With you."

She smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Show me, Jack. Show me how much you want me."

With a growl, I lifted her up, pressing her back against the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our bodies grinding together through the layers of our clothes. "Do you remember how good it felt?" I demanded, my lips crashing down on hers.

"Yes," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "God, yes."

I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing kisses down her neck. "Then show me," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want this."

She moaned, her head falling back as I nipped at her collarbone. "Anything," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Just take me, Jack."

I fumbled with the buttons of her dress, my hands shaking with urgency. Finally, I managed to push the fabric aside, revealing the lace bra that barely contained her breasts. "Fuck," I muttered, my eyes devouring the sight of her. "You're beautiful."

"Touch me," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Jack, touch me."

I didn't need to be told twice. My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under my touch. She arched against me, her hips bucking in rhythm with my movements. "Like that?" I growled, my voice thick with lust.

"Yes," she moaned, her nails scraping down my back. "More, Jack. Give me more."

I obliged, sliding my hands down to her waist, then lower, until I reached the hem of her skirt. I pushed it up, exposing her bare thighs to the cool air. "Spread your legs," I ordered, my voice commanding.

She obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting to give me access to her core. I pressed my palm against her mound, feeling the dampness through her panties. "Fuck," I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. "You're so wet."

"For you," she panted, her hips rocking against my hand. "Only for you, Jack."

I slid my fingers beneath the lace, finding her clit with practiced ease. She cried out, her body shuddering as I circled the sensitive nub. "That's it," I murmured, my voice laced with satisfaction. "Come for me, Sarah. Let me feel you come."

She whimpered, her body tensing as she approached the edge. "Jack," she gasped, her voice cracking with desperation. "I'm so close."

"Then come," I commanded, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Now."

With a strangled cry, she shattered, her body convulsing against mine as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I held her tight, my hand still working her through her climax, prolonging her ecstasy.

Finally, she collapsed against me, her breathing ragged and shallow. "Jesus, Jack," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "That was incredible."

I kissed her forehead, my own need still burning hot. "Not yet," I murmured, my voice dark with promise. "We're not done yet."