The fifth morning dawned with a sultry haze over the Hale home, sunlight piercing the blinds to dance across Richard's skin—Elena's skin—in teasing patterns. He stirred in her bed, sheets tangled around her legs, the fabric clinging to the dampness between her thighs from dreams that replayed the night's indulgences. Her body felt like a live wire, every inch sensitized from days of relentless pleasure, pussy lips puffy and slick even in repose. He rolled onto his back, her breasts rising with the deep inhale, nipples scraping the cool air into stiff, insistent buds that demanded attention.
His hand found one immediately, palm enveloping the soft mound, fingers kneading the flesh while his thumb grazed the peak. The pull was sharp, a direct line to her core where arousal bloomed fresh, her clit swelling with the first lazy circles he traced over it through the sheet. 'Fuck, it's never enough,' he murmured in her breathy timbre, voice husky with sleep and want. Discarding the covers, he spread her thighs wide, knees bent, exposing her fully to his gaze and touch. The mirror across the room caught the sight: her folds glistening, entrance fluttering slightly as if begging.
Two fingers breached her easily, the velvet grip sucking them deeper, walls already quivering around the intrusion. He pumped slowly at first, savoring the drag of her inner muscles, the way her juices coated his hand with each withdrawal. His free hand alternated between breasts, pinching one nipple then the other, the dual sensations syncing to build a steady throb. Faster now, fingers curling to stroke that ridged spot inside, thumb pressing her clit in firm, insistent rubs that made her hips lift off the bed. The pressure mounted like a storm, coiling in her gut, spreading heat through her limbs until release crashed over her—pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses, a gush of warmth spilling onto the sheets as her body bowed, toes curling in ecstasy. He rode it out, drawing whimpers from her throat until the tremors faded, leaving her sprawled and panting, fingers withdrawing with a wet pop.
Breakfast simmered with unspoken electricity, the family oblivious to the undercurrents. Richard sat in Elena's usual spot, clad in a cropped tee that hugged her curves, shorts riding high on her thighs. The chair's edge pressed against her still-throbbing pussy, a subtle reminder that kept him on edge. Elena, in his frame, served pancakes with a wink, her gaze lingering on the way his—her—chest rose and fell. As Mom discussed grocery lists and Dad buried himself in the newspaper, Elena's hand brushed his under the table, fingers trailing up her arm to squeeze her bicep playfully. The touch ignited sparks, her skin flushing as he imagined those strong hands elsewhere.
He reciprocated by nudging her shin with his foot, sliding it higher to graze his calf, the contact sending a shiver up her spine. Their eyes met, loaded with promise, while Mia chattered about school drama. Richard shifted, the motion grinding her clit against the seam of her shorts, a soft gasp escaping that he masked with a cough. The meal ended with them clearing plates side by side, bodies brushing in the kitchen—his hip against her thigh, her elbow grazing his breast—each accidental-on-purpose contact stoking the fire.
Freed from immediate obligations, Richard claimed the living room couch for a midday escape, the house quiet with the family scattered. He dimmed the lights, queuing a playlist of low, pulsing music that vibrated through the speakers and into her bones. Stretching out, he peeled off the tee, exposing her breasts to the air, hands roaming freely. One cupped and lifted a globe, tongue darting out to lap at the nipple, the wet heat making it tighten further as he sucked greedily. The pull echoed downward, her pussy aching emptily, so he obliged, shoving the shorts aside to plunge three fingers deep.
The fullness stretched her deliciously, walls hugging tight as he thrust with abandon, the couch creaking under her writhing form. His mouth switched breasts, teeth grazing the sensitive tip while his thumb found her clit, flicking it in time with the music's beat. Sensations layered: the salty taste on his tongue, the slick slide inside her, the building buzz that made her thighs quake. He added a fourth finger, the burn of the stretch pushing her higher, pussy drooling around the invasion. Climax built relentlessly, crashing in a torrent—her channel spasming wildly, squirting arcs that soaked the cushions, body convulsing as moans spilled unchecked into the empty room.
Afternoon sun beckoned him to the garage, a space of shadows and forgotten tools where privacy reigned. Richard tinkered with Elena's bike ostensibly, but his mind wandered to baser urges. Leaning against the workbench, he hiked up her skirt—no panties today, the air kissing her bare pussy directly. The cool metal bench chilled her ass cheeks as she perched on the edge, legs splayed. Fingers delved in, scooping her wetness to smear over her clit, the slippery glide making her hum in approval.
He worked her methodically, one hand fucking deep with twisting motions that hit every angle, the other rolling her clit between thumb and forefinger like a pearl. The garage's faint oil scent mixed with her musk, heightening the rawness. Her free foot hooked around a shelf for leverage, hips snapping forward to meet each plunge. Pleasure crested sharp and sudden, her pussy locking down, juices flooding his palm as she bit her lip to stifle the cry, waves of bliss radiating from her core to leave her slumped against the wall, breathless and gleaming with sweat.
Elena cornered him in the upstairs hallway later, pulling him into her—his—bedroom with urgent hands. 'Show me what you've been doing to my body,' she growled in his deeper voice, stripping him down to reveal the flushed, needy form. Richard obliged, lying back as she watched, her eyes dark with lust. He parted her legs, fingers tracing her slit before diving in, four now, stretching wide as he pumped. She joined, her thicker fingers replacing his, thrusting harder while her mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking with vacuum force that made stars burst behind his eyes.
He reached for his cock—her cock—gripping the rigid length, stroking from base to tip with twists that milked precum steadily. The dual views—her hand buried in Elena's pussy, his own pumping the shaft—pushed them both. She curled her fingers inside, thumb battering the clit, while he jerked faster, balls tightening. They peaked in unison: her pussy erupting in hot sprays around her hand, his cock erupting in thick jets that painted his chest, the shared release leaving them tangled and slick, laughter mingling with heavy breaths.
Evening brought a family movie night, the dim theater room a cocoon of temptation. Curled on the sectional, Richard nestled against Elena, her arm around his shoulders—his shoulders—while the screen flickered. Under the blanket, her hand wandered, cupping Elena's breast through the thin sweater, thumb circling the nipple until it poked insistently. He mirrored, palming the bulge in his sweats, squeezing the hard cock that strained for more.
As the plot droned on, her fingers slipped lower, dipping into her shorts to stroke her folds, two digits sliding in with ease. He freed his cock fully, hand wrapping around to pump slowly, the risk of discovery adding a thrill that made his heart race. Their movements synced under the cover—her fingers thrusting, his fist gliding—breaths shallow to avoid notice. Mom dozed nearby, Dad focused on the film, oblivious. The tension snapped quietly: her pussy fluttering silently around her fingers, a subtle wetness seeping; his cock pulsing, cum spilling warm over his knuckles. They withdrew, sharing a conspiratorial smile in the glow.
Night deepened the indulgence as Richard explored Elena's vanity, discovering a hidden vial of warming oil. Alone in her room, he drizzled it over her breasts, the tingle spreading like liquid fire, nipples throbbing under his rubbing palms. Downward, he coated her pussy, the heat blooming intensely as fingers followed, two then three, the slick warmth amplifying every slide. He added a small vibrator from the drawer, pressing it to her clit while fingers fucked deeper, the combined burn and buzz overwhelming.
Her body ignited, hips grinding against the intrusions, the oil's spice making her walls clench hotter. He ramped the toy higher, fingers scissoring wide, until orgasm consumed her—pussy convulsing in fiery spasms, squirting forcefully onto the towel beneath, screams swallowed by the pillow as ecstasy wracked her frame endlessly.
The system intoned at midnight: Day five complete. Two days remain. Desires intensify.