It started happening more often.
Rachel would find little excuses to be near Maddie. Helping her fold laundry late at night. Sitting closer than necessary on the couch when the kids went to bed. Lingered hugs. Little touches.
And Maddie? She noticed everything.
She played it perfectly — sweet, playful, always on the edge of teasing but never crossing. She’d walk past Rachel in a towel, drop something on purpose, bend a little too far, hold eye contact just a second too long.
And Rachel was falling, fast.
One evening after dinner, while Nate was upstairs giving the kids their baths, Rachel and Maddie were in the kitchen alone. The wine was flowing. Maddie leaned back against the counter, barefoot, wearing only a loose white tank and no bra.
“You’ve been looking at me all night,” Maddie said, voice soft and amused.
Rachel flushed. “Have I?”
Maddie stepped closer. “You’ve been looking at me for weeks.”
Rachel said nothing. Just sipped her wine, heart pounding.
Maddie’s fingers brushed Rachel’s hand.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel’s lips parted.
“I…” She looked at Maddie’s mouth. Her perfect pink lips. Her wicked, knowing smile.
“…Yes.”
Maddie leaned in, slow, sensual, eyes locked on Rachel’s. Their lips hovered — so close Rachel could feel the heat of her breath.
And then Maddie grazed her lips against Rachel’s — just a taste, just a tease. A single, electric brush before pulling back.
Rachel let out the faintest moan, dazed.
Maddie smiled. “I knew it.”
Before Rachel could respond, they heard Nate’s footsteps on the stairs. Maddie turned and walked away without another word, hips swaying.
Rachel stood there, breathless, skin tingling, thighs pressed tight.
She didn’t know whether to be furious… or desperate for more.
Upstairs…
That night, while Rachel showered, Maddie slipped into Nate’s room.
She didn’t say a word — just dropped to her knees, still wearing that same tank, and took him into her mouth like she needed it. He gripped her hair, groaning low, every muscle tense.
After, when she climbed into his lap, riding him slow and deep, she leaned close to his ear and whispered:
“Your wife wants me too.”
Nate’s entire body shuddered.
“You’re both so easy.”
The next few days were different.
Rachel didn’t flinch when Maddie brushed her hand. She didn’t look away when Maddie stretched in front of her. She even caught herself waiting for those little moments — Maddie passing behind her in the kitchen, lips close to her ear, whispering something that made her thighs tighten beneath her yoga pants.
They didn’t speak about the almost-kiss in the kitchen. But they both felt it.
And then, on a lazy Friday night after the kids had gone to bed and Nate was out grabbing takeout, it happened.
They were curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine, a blanket thrown over their legs, a romantic movie playing — some soft, slow, steamy scene playing out on the screen.
Maddie reached over and gently tucked Rachel’s hair behind her ear. Her fingers lingered.
Rachel’s breath hitched.
“I’ve never kissed a woman before,” she admitted quietly.
Maddie smiled. “Then you’ve definitely been missing out.”
Rachel didn’t answer — she just looked at Maddie’s mouth, then leaned in, slow this time. No hesitation. Their lips met, soft and deep. Maddie’s hand slid to Rachel’s thigh under the blanket, squeezing gently.
Rachel gasped against her mouth, and Maddie took the opportunity to deepen the kiss — tongue slipping in, lazy and warm, as her hand moved higher.
The front door clicked.
They broke apart, breathless, just as Nate stepped in with bags of food.
Maddie smirked and licked her lips. Rachel pulled the blanket tighter over herself and took a slow sip of wine, trying not to look like her pulse was still racing.
“You girls getting along okay?” Nate asked, amused.
Maddie’s eyes met Rachel’s.
“Oh,” she said, voice low and sweet, “we’re very good together.”
Rachel couldn’t hide her smile.
And for the first time… it felt like she didn’t need to.
The nights with Nate still happened — quick, hungry, sweaty encounters behind closed doors. Maddie loved the way he lost control around her. How needy he became with just a whisper in his ear. But lately, it didn’t leave her satisfied.
Not like it used to.
Not now that she’d tasted Rachel’s lips.
Not now that she knew what was buried beneath Rachel’s calm, perfect-wife surface.
There was a freak in there. And Maddie wanted to meet her.
One evening, after the kids had gone to bed and Nate was watching sports in the den, Maddie found Rachel in the bedroom folding laundry — simple, mundane… and begging to be interrupted.
She walked in wearing just an oversized T-shirt — Nate’s T-shirt — and no panties.
“Need help?” she asked, letting the shirt fall slightly off her shoulder.
Rachel looked up, startled. Her eyes flicked down Maddie’s body, lips parting. “I… sure.”
Maddie stepped closer, hips swaying, and slowly picked up a towel — then dropped it on the floor, deliberately.
She bent over, full and slow.
Rachel swallowed.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said, her voice catching.
Maddie turned, eyes gleaming. “Of course I am.”
She stepped in close, pressing their bodies together.
“I see it in you, Rachel,” she whispered. “That little fire you’ve been trying to smother.”
Rachel’s breath trembled. “What fire?”
Maddie leaned in, her lips brushing Rachel’s neck. “The one that wants to pin me down. Or be pinned.”
Rachel gasped softly.
“You want to know how I taste,” Maddie murmured. “You want to make me moan for you.”
Rachel grabbed Maddie’s waist suddenly, pulling her flush. “Stop teasing me.”
Maddie smiled against her skin. “Then do something about it.”
But before anything more could happen, footsteps echoed down the hall.
Nate.
Rachel stepped back quickly, breathless.
Maddie just licked her lips and turned away with a wink. “Laundry can wait.”
She brushed past Nate in the hallway, still barefoot, still flushed, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He chuckled. “You look like trouble.”
“Oh, baby,” she whispered in his ear, “you have no idea.”
