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Chapter 53 - Nothing Wrong

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 - Nothing Wrong

Karl leaned back, his smirk deepening as Rebecca moved with slow, deliberate intent. The dim light flickered against the framed pictures on the wall—images of a life that should have remained untouched. But here she was, swaying, indulging in something neither of them should have entertained.

Her breath was warm against his skin, her fingers trailing over him in a way that spoke of hunger, of an unspoken need that had gone ignored for too long.

"You really enjoy this, don’t you?" Karl murmured, his voice edged with amusement.

Rebecca chuckled, pressing closer. "And you don’t?"

Karl exhaled through his nose, tilting his head. "Just wondering what would happen if your husband walked in."

Rebecca didn’t even hesitate. She leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear as she whispered, "Then I’ll just invite him to join. After all, this is just neighborly bonding, isn’t it?"

Karl let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening on her waist. She really had no shame.

Rebecca hummed, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along Karl’s chest. She nestled closer, as if seeking more warmth, more comfort in his presence. Her breath was steady, her touch unhurried—completely at ease, as if what they were doing was the most natural thing in the world.

Karl smirked, tilting his head to watch her. How easily she had fallen into this. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her gaze, no second thoughts, no flickers of guilt.

She was completely convinced this was normal.

And Karl? He was simply enjoying the irony of it all.

"You know," he murmured, his fingers idly brushing against her wrist, "most people would call this... strange."

Rebecca blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Strange?"

Karl chuckled. "Yeah. You, me... here, like this. What would people say?"

Rebecca frowned in mild confusion, as if he had just spoken nonsense. "Why would anyone say anything? This is normal."

Karl bit back a grin. How deep did this go?

He decided to push further. "I mean, your husband, your family—what if they saw us right now?"

Rebecca barely reacted. If anything, she just smiled, a soft, almost indulgent smile. "Then I’d explain it to them."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Explain?"

Rebecca nodded, her voice calm, certain. "Of course. They’d understand. This is just how things are supposed to be, Karl. It’s not a problem."

Karl let out a low chuckle, amused at how effortlessly she justified everything. He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper.

"And if your husband walked in right now, you really wanna invite him?"

Rebecca’s eyes gleamed with something playful, something utterly unshaken. "Ahmm... Sure, He can cum on my face, or i can give him a blowjob while i enjoying your cock."

Karl blinked, then let out a laugh. This woman.

Rebecca tilted her head at him, puzzled by his reaction. "What? That’s just how things work, isn’t it?"

Karl sighed, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. "Rebecca, you’re incredible."

She smiled at that, pleased by his words. "I’m just being honest."

Karl studied her for a moment, then smirked. "You really don’t feel the slightest bit of guilt, huh?"

Rebecca pouted, as if the thought was absurd. "Why would I? This is just... natural, this mmmhhh... Is the good thing between neigbors, stop making.. everything sounds strange..." Her breath become uncontrorable.

Karl let out a low hum, watching her, savoring the sheer absurdity of it all.

How easily reality could shift. How quickly something so obviously wrong could feel completely normal.

And Rebecca?

She was living proof of that.

Rebbeca’s movements became more frantic, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Karl’s hands moved to her ass, guiding her movements. Rebbeca’s body began to tremble, her orgasm building. With a final, desperate thrust, she came, her body convulsing around him. Karl followed soon after, his body shuddering in release.

Rebbeca collapsed onto Karl, her body slick with sweat. Their breaths mingled, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was filled with the scent of sex and desire, a testament to their passionate tryst. As they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Their secret tryst had been everything they had hoped for and more.

As they lay there, their eyes caught the family picture on the wall. They shared a secret smile, their bodies still entwined

***

The scent of sweat and desire still clung to the air, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

He leaned against the headboard, lazily adjusting his shirt. His mind wandered over the absurdity of it all—how seamlessly she had accepted everything. No second thoughts, no guilt, no hesitation.

Karl exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting toward the dimly lit room, where shadows stretched long against the walls. The scent of perfume and something unspoken lingered in the air, a silent testament to what had just transpired. Rebecca sat beside him, her expression serene—unbothered, as if none of this carried any weight. She traced idle patterns against the sheets, her fingers moving with the same casual ease as someone lost in thought.

"You’re really not worried at all, are you?" Karl mused, watching her with thinly veiled amusement.

Rebecca tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his with quiet certainty. "Worried?" she echoed, as if the very notion was foreign to her. A small smile curled at her lips, effortlessly composed. "Karl, it’s not like we did anything wrong."

Karl chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. How fascinating. Reality bent so easily in the hands of those who refused to acknowledge it.

For her, this wasn’t something scandalous.

It was just a normal interaction between neighbors.

Karl smirked. "You seem pretty satisfied."

Rebecca glanced at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Well, of course. It would be rude not to be."

Karl chuckled. Rude. That’s how she saw it?

This wasn’t about secrecy or consequences. She wasn’t worried about whispers behind her back or the weight of infidelity.

To her, this was as casual as sharing a cup of coffee.

Karl rubbed his chin, feigning contemplation. "Hmm... What if your son walked in right now?"