Rachel has been getting suspicious… but not out of jealousy alone. She’s been noticing Maddie too. Watching her. Fantasizing. Fighting it.

Rachel had been watching Maddie more than she realized.

At first, it was just admiration — Maddie was beautiful, after all. That Southern drawl, those long legs, that casually seductive confidence. But lately… it was different. Rachel would catch herself staring too long. Imagining things she shouldn’t. Heat pooling in her stomach in the middle of the night when she thought about Maddie walking around the house in barely-there shorts and a tank top with no bra.

And now, something else was bothering her.

Rachel stood by the sliding door one evening, looking out at the balcony. Maddie’s laugh echoed faintly from the adjoining room. Nate had said he was taking a late shower. The timing was… odd.

She stepped outside, barefoot and quiet. The balcony was empty, but she heard voices — soft, low, intimate — through the thin wall that separated Maddie’s balcony from theirs.

Rachel’s eyes narrowed.

She pressed her hand against the divider and leaned closer.

“…You’re addicted to me,” Maddie purred.

Nate’s low voice responded, breathless. “I can’t help it. You’re—”

Rachel’s pulse spiked. She stepped back quickly, eyes wide, heart hammering.

But instead of barging in, she froze.

Because a strange flicker of jealousy flared in her chest… not just at Nate.

At Maddie.

The way she spoke. The power she had. The way she made Rachel feel things she hadn’t dared explore.

That night, Rachel couldn’t sleep. She lay beside her husband, staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together under the sheets. In her mind, it was Maddie’s lips on her neck… Maddie’s hands slipping under her nightgown…

She woke the next morning to Maddie in the kitchen — barefoot, in an oversized T-shirt, no bra. Pouring coffee like she owned the place.

Rachel tried not to stare. Tried to shake the image of her bent over the counter, shirt riding up over that perfect ass.

“Morning,” Maddie said, smiling sweetly. “Sleep okay?”

Rachel hesitated. “I… had some strange dreams.”

Maddie tilted her head. “Good strange… or bad strange?”

Their eyes met — and for a split second, something sparked between them. Maddie saw it. Felt it. A pulse of curiosity… maybe even desire.

Rachel looked away quickly.

“I’m not sure,” she said quietly, before walking out of the room.

Maddie smirked to herself. She didn’t know if Rachel had heard her and Nate… or if she just wanted something she wasn’t ready to admit.

Either way, Maddie had her right where she wanted her.

And she was just getting started.

The family returned from vacation, but the heat didn’t stay behind. It followed them home — thick, unspoken, and buzzing in every glance and every touch Maddie and Nate pretended not to share.

Maddie knew the routine now: Nate’s stolen touches in the hallway when no one was looking. His late-night texts. The long, heated glances during dinner while Rachel sat just across the table, totally unaware — or so they thought.

But Rachel felt something. She couldn’t name it, but it was there. A shift. An energy.

Some nights, she’d walk into a room and feel the air had just been disturbed, like something had happened seconds before. A smell lingering. A button undone. Maddie’s cheeks flushed pink.

And still, Rachel said nothing.

Because the truth was… her obsession with Maddie was growing too.

Late at night, when Nate was asleep beside her, she’d scroll Maddie’s Instagram. Looking at pictures of her in bikinis, posing in front of mirrors, pouty lips, soft skin. Sometimes she’d imagine what it would feel like to run her hands down Maddie’s smooth waist, to slide them beneath her panties, to taste her. And then she’d snap herself out of it — ashamed, breathless, wet.

She was a married woman. With kids.

But Maddie… God, Maddie.

Meanwhile…

The affair didn’t slow down. If anything, it grew bolder.

One afternoon while the kids were at school and Rachel had stepped out to run errands, Maddie cornered Nate in the laundry room.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” she whispered, grabbing the front of his pants, her lips brushing his ear.

“I had to—Rachel’s watching more.”

“Then we’ll just have to be quicker.”

She dropped to her knees right there between baskets of clean towels and tugged him free, her mouth hot, hungry, slick around him while he struggled not to moan too loud. After, she turned, braced herself against the dryer, and pulled down her shorts.

“Five minutes,” she said, “or I’ll finish myself.”

He didn’t make it to five.

They came together, bodies trembling, as the dryer hummed underneath them. And just as Nate zipped up, they heard the front door click open.

Rachel’s voice echoed: “Hey! I’m back!”

They shared a wild, breathless look. Maddie smoothed her hair, grabbed a towel, and walked out barefoot and smiling.

“Hey, Rachel! I was just folding!”

Rachel blinked at her, her eyes sliding over Maddie’s flushed skin, the damp heat still lingering around her.

She looked for a moment too long.

“Thanks, Maddie,” she said softly. “You’re… really helpful.”

Maddie smiled, sweet and innocent.

“You have no idea.”

It started innocently enough — or at least, that’s what Rachel told herself.

A quiet Sunday afternoon. The kids were at a birthday party. Nate had gone out for groceries. Maddie was lounging by the backyard pool in a tiny black bikini, her curves glistening with tanning oil, one hand lazily trailing through the water.

Rachel watched her from the kitchen window, sipping wine.

God… she’s so young… so wild.

Before she could second-guess herself, Rachel changed into her own swimsuit — a modest one-piece she hadn’t worn in a year — and walked outside with two glasses of rosé.

Maddie looked up over her sunglasses and smiled.

“Well, don’t you look cute,” she purred.

Rachel laughed softly. “Thought I’d join you. Sun feels too good to waste.”

Maddie scooted over on the lounge chair and patted the cushion beside her. “Come on then, I won’t bite…”

Rachel sat, sipping her wine, pretending to focus on the warm sky — but she couldn’t ignore the way Maddie’s skin shimmered, how her breasts nearly spilled out of that bikini top with every breath. How her legs stretched out long and golden.

“You get any color while we were in Florida?” Maddie asked, reaching behind her back to adjust the strap — giving Rachel a full view of her cleavage.

“I… think I might’ve burned a little.”

Maddie leaned in closer, brushing Rachel’s thigh with her fingertips. “Want me to oil you up?”

Rachel hesitated.

Say no. Say yes.

“…Sure,” she said, her voice tight.

Maddie poured the warm oil into her palm and began rubbing slow circles on Rachel’s shoulders, her touch firm, sensual, knowing.

Rachel exhaled shakily, eyelids fluttering as Maddie’s hands slid down to her lower back… then hovered just above her ass.

“You’re tense,” Maddie whispered. “Need me to go lower?”

Rachel’s breath caught.

“Yes.”

The oil dripped. Fingers pressed into flesh. Rachel arched slightly into Maddie’s hands, heat flooding between her thighs. Maddie leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“You don’t have to pretend, you know,” she whispered. “I see the way you look at me.”

Rachel turned to face her — flushed, breathless, scared… and aroused.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she said softly.

Maddie smirked. “I live for it.”

And just when it seemed like their lips might touch—

The side gate clanged.

Nate.

They pulled apart instantly.

Maddie stood and stretched, acting innocent as ever. “Pool’s perfect today.”

Rachel sat there, heart pounding, thighs squeezed together under the towel.

Inside, Nate watched them through the window.

His wife. His mistress. Barely a foot apart.

And he had no idea just how tangled things were about to get.

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