All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

ADRIAN She arrived at seven exactly. I had both cameras running before she even stepped onto the paper. One on the tripod for the wide angle. The handheld ready on the table. The lights were set softer than usual so every wet detail would read cleanly on the footage. Kimberly took off her coat, walked to the center of the seamless, and stripped without being asked. Naked. Waiting. Eyes on me. “You know what tonight is,” I said. “Yes.” “I’m going to fuck you on camera. You’re going to stay in the poses I give you and take it. If you need to stop, say so. Otherwise you hold still and let me work.” “I understand.” “Good. On your knees. Hands on your thighs. Open your mouth.” She dropped into position. I walked over, freed my cock, and rubbed the head across her lips. She licked it once. I pushed into her mouth slowly and watched the monitor over her shoulder as the wide camera caught every inch disappearing between her lips. The angle was perfect. I held the back of her head and

ADRIAN She came in without needing direction.Coat off. Clothes off. Straight to the center of the paper. I already had every camera rolling. Kimberly stood under the lights completely bare and waited while I walked a slow circle around her, checking angles. My cock was hard before I even touched her.“On your hands and knees,” I said. “Chest down. Ass up. Spread yourself open.”She dropped into the pose and reached back with both hands, holding herself open for the lenses. I picked up the handheld and shot a long close pass of her pussy and the tight ring of her ass. She was already wet. I set the camera on the low stand, knelt behind her, and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way up to her hole. Kimberly moaned into the paper. I licked her thoroughly, wetting everything, then pushed two fingers into her pussy while I worked her ass with my tongue.“Stay open,” I murmured against her. “Let the cameras see how ready you are.”I spit on her hole and rubbed it in with my thumb,

SOPHIEI closed the door after Roman left and stood in the entryway longer than I needed to.The house settled back into its usual quiet. No footsteps except mine. No voice carrying from another room. Just the low hum of the air system and the faint smell of his soap that still hung in the living room where we had worked. I walked back to the mat, rolled it up tighter than necessary, and carried it to the storage closet. My body felt warm and used in the ordinary way a good session always left me, but underneath that was a restlessness I didn’t want to look at directly.I showered with the lights dimmed. Under the water I kept replaying small things that should not have mattered. The way his hand had rested on my lower back during the hip opener. The brief overlap of our fingers around the water bottle. The calm, precise way he spoke when he wanted me to hold a position longer. I had worked with trainers before. None of them had left the air feeling this charged after they walked out

SOPHIEI spent Friday in a low, constant state of awareness that never fully left my body.David called in the evening from Hong Kong. The connection was clean. He looked tired but pleased with how the meetings had gone. I propped the phone against a stack of books on the kitchen island and listened while he talked through his schedule. Monday afternoon flight. Home by dinner if the layover stayed on time. I nodded and smiled and gave the right answers. The entire time I could still feel the ghost of Roman’s mouth between my legs from the day before.When the call ended I stayed at the island with the blank screen in front of me. The house felt larger than usual. Quieter. I went upstairs and lay in the center of the marital bed fully dressed, staring at the ceiling, and let the truth of what I was about to do sit fully in my chest. I was going to let my trainer fuck me in the house my husband paid for while he was still on the other side of the ocean. The thought didn’t make me stop.

SOPHIEDavid came home Monday evening with a suitcase full of wrinkled shirts and a new tiredness around his eyes. I kissed him at the door and asked about the flights while the washing machine finished the cycle that still held the sheets Roman and I had used a few hours earlier. The ordinary rhythm of a husband returning from a trip settled over the house like nothing had changed.Nothing had changed on the surface.Underneath, my body still carried the faint ache of Roman and the memory of how carefully we had timed everything. David talked through dinner about Singapore and Hong Kong and the clients who had taken him to late dinners. I listened and nodded and refilled his glass. When he reached across the table and squeezed my hand I squeezed back and smiled the smile he expected.That night he fell asleep quickly, jet lag pulling him under. I lay awake beside him listening to his breathing and staring at the ceiling. The same ceiling I had looked at while Roman moved inside me. T