By a freak accident, I discovered I shared a sensory connection with my husband, Julian. I could feel everything. Not just the sharp pain of his wounds, but also the intense, toe-curling pleasure his body experienced when he did the things he enjoyed. Until one night, when he was livestreaming a high-altitude skydive in France. I watched him on screen, closely tangled up with his female diving partner. Suddenly, a wave of indescribable pleasure washed over my own body... Julian was an extreme sports junkie, especially obsessed with skydiving. I, on the other hand, was an interior designer. We were opposites, I was quiet, he was loud. It was a miracle we ever ended up together. Extreme sports meant he had to travel the world for competitions. Because of this, Julian and I spent more time apart than together. During a recent paragliding accident, Julian broke his leg. It was a rare stroke of luck that kept him quiet and locked in a hospital bed for a while. When I walked into his hospital room carrying a thermos of hot, homemade beef stew, he was glued to his iPad, completely absorbed. I leaned over his shoulder. The screen read: #The First Global "Starry Cup" Paragliding Challenge: Preliminaries Live# I sighed. "Julian, can we please stop with these dangerous sports?" Julian lived for skydiving and paragliding. He had dozens of steel pins in his body from past injuries. Yet, he had mastered the sport, even competing professionally in Europe. He jumped a little, startled by my voice, but quickly smiled and shook his head. "Eve, babe, I know you worry. But money can't buy the thrill. The adrenaline rush I get from this is endless." I stared at Julian's handsome profile, slightly dazed. Extreme sports were a rich man's game. To live without a 9-to-5 and still have millions to blow, Julian had to be a billionaire heir. And he was. Everyone envied me for landing a handsome, filthy-rich husband like Julian. Only I knew the loneliness of never having him around. Sometimes, I envied his teammates more than I loved being his wife. I fed him the beef stew spoon by spoon. He smiled warmly. "You're the best, Eve. So sweet, so domestic. It makes me feel so safe leaving the house in your hands while I go out and conquer the world." I stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth. "Shut up. Stop talking about 'conquering the world' from a hospital bed." Julian rarely came home. Since we got married, I had been the one taking care of his massive estate and keeping his family life perfectly organized. He coughed on the soup, laughing mischievously. "You worry about me so much? I guess I need to put a baby in you soon. That way, you won't miss me so much when I'm gone." As we joked around, the door opened. A gorgeous woman walked in. She tapped on the doorframe and took off her designer sunglasses with a smirk. "Am I interrupting? I didn't expect you two to be having a private moment." The moment I saw Valerie Vance, my smile froze. I had seen her in countless photos on Julian's Instagram. She was Julian's paragliding partner of six years. She was a stunning, wealthy socialite who traveled the world with him, winning trophies together. Despite spending her life outdoors, her skin was flawlessly pale. She had a tiny waist, curves in all the right places, and legs that went on forever. She dressed boldly. Even in fifty-degree weather, she wore a low-cut halter top that left very little to the imagination. She walked straight to the bed, pulled back Julian's blanket, and stared at his broken leg. "How did you manage this, loser? Crashing yourself into a cast?" I was stunned. Julian's cast was fresh, and he was only wearing his boxers underneath the blanket. Valerie noticed my stiff expression and laughed loudly. "Oh, don't worry, Eve. We're professional partners and best friends. We're practically brothers. You don't mind, right?" Julian quickly pulled the blanket back over his lap. "She doesn't mind, but I do! Give a guy some privacy!" As they laughed and teased each other, my eyes locked onto something else. Under the thin blanket, Julian's boxers had a very visible tent. I wasn't blind. The moment Valerie walked in, Julian got hard.
After Valerie left, the doctor came in to check on Julian's leg. I stood in the corner. As the doctor adjusted the cast, Julian winced, his face twisting in pain. The very next second, a sharp, stabbing agony shot through my own left leg! The pain was so intense, so identical to his injury, that my knees buckled. I collapsed onto the floor. The doctor and Julian both gasped. "Eve! What's wrong? I'm the one with the broken leg, why are you falling over?" I quickly pulled up my jeans to check my left leg. Weirdly, there wasn't a scratch on it. And the moment the doctor finished touching Julian, my pain vanished. Did I... just share Julian's physical sensation? I was deeply confused, but I shook my head and stood up. "I'm fine. Just haven't been sleeping well lately. Seeing you in pain made my legs go weak." Julian squeezed my hand guiltily. "I'm so sorry, babe. You've been working so hard, and then you have to run over here to take care of me. You're exhausted." Looking at Julian's caring face, I brushed the thought away. I tucked him in, kissed him goodbye, and went back to work. The afternoon flew by, my mind consumed by emails and design mockups. On my drive home, my phone buzzed. It was Julian calling on FaceTime. His voice was deep, raspy, and incredibly sexy. "Eve... I miss you. Let's make a baby the second I get out of here, okay?" We had been married for three years, but because of his travels, we didn't have kids yet. Every time he came back, he was incredibly needy in bed. He had that specific tone in his voice. I knew exactly what he was doing. My face flushed. "You're bad. You're still in the hospital. Stop it." "Who cares? It's a private suite. The doors are locked." Julian's VIP room was soundproof, and the night nurses rarely bothered him unless called. "Come on, Eve. I can't wait." He begged me on screen. I sighed, propped my phone up, and did what he asked. Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing from his end. I was about to hang up out of embarrassment when it hit me. A wave of electricity shot through my spine. A strange, intense sensation flooded my entire body. Two minutes later, Julian let out a low groan and finished. He looked at me through the screen. My face was flushed, and I was panting. He smirked. "Wow, Eve. Talk about perfect timing. Looking at your face, were you doing the same thing as me?" My heart hammered against my ribs. That sensation... I had shared his climax. Over the next few weeks, I tested it. I realized that whenever Julian experienced an intense physical reaction, pleasure or pain, I felt it too. Julian often got bruised up during his trips and tried to hide it from me. I decided to keep this sensory link a secret, not wanting to freak him out. Shortly after he was discharged, he couldn't help himself. He booked a flight to France for a paragliding championship. He told me that ordinary, materialistic pleasures couldn't satisfy him anymore. He needed to merge with nature, to feel the ultimate ecstasy of body and soul at thousands of feet in the air. I sighed and pinched his arm hard at the airport. "Fine. Just don't let them wheel you off the plane next time. Stay safe!" Julian laughed, pulling me into a passionate kiss. "Don't worry, Eve! I'll come back to you victorious." My face warmed. Before he left, we had spent days tangled in bed without protection. He really wanted a baby. He promised me that once we had a child, he would retire from extreme sports and focus on our family. Calculating the time his flight would land in Nice, I sent him a FaceTime request. "Julian, did you guys arrive?" It was nighttime for me, but bright and sunny on his side. Valerie was the one who answered his phone. She smiled, wrapping an arm around Julian's shoulder. "Relax, Eve. I'm taking great care of your hubby. Not a single scratch on him." Seeing her hold my husband on the other side of the world, replacing my spot, made my stomach twist. They were competing in a tandem paragliding event. The race was being livestreamed. At 10:30 PM, I nervously opened the streaming app on my tablet. When it was finally Julian's turn to fly, I felt my own heart begin to race. My chest pounded in sync with his excitement. The glider took off smoothly over the lush, green valleys of France. My heart was in my throat as the camera zoomed in on them. With the high-definition lens, I could see both of their faces clearly. They looked ecstatic, almost wild with thrill. I wondered, is this what extreme sports felt like? But then, a sudden, sharp wave of intense pleasure hit my lower body. My thighs clamped shut instantly.
The commentator on screen was talking excitedly about how "synchronized and deeply connected" the two flyers were. My scalp went numb. That sensation... it was completely different from anything I had felt before. It was an overwhelming, electrifying rush. It felt like floating in heaven. But what terrified me was that Julian was in the middle of a live paragliding competition! How could he possibly have... that feeling right now? As the wave of pleasure finally receded, I sweat profusely, staring at the screen until they landed safely. They looked perfectly normal when they touched down. Their clothes were neat, and they calmly accepted the reporter's interview. But a deep, dark suspicion had taken root in my mind. During the interview, Valerie's voice carried a slight, trembling breathlessness that she couldn't hide. "How was the flight, Valerie?" the reporter asked. "Oh... it was... incredible. So intense, so satisfying. I have to thank my partner. His positioning was perfect. It was a flight I'll never forget." Her voice shook slightly at the end, heavy with a lingering afterglow. I called Julian to congratulate him on passing the preliminaries. His voice sounded perfectly normal, confident and loud. "See that, babe? Crushed it. The championship is ours." I swallowed the burning question in my throat. I couldn't ask him yet. I didn't want to alert them. After all, I had no physical proof. How could I prove they were having sex while flying in the sky? That night, I couldn't sleep. I scrolled through the news and found a crazy article about a couple who hooked up on a hot air balloon. Because they got too wild, the man accidentally pushed the woman over the edge. She fell to her death, and the whole thing was caught on their GoPro. The man was charged with manslaughter. The comment section was wild: "People really lose their minds for adrenaline." "Honestly, what a way to go." "At least she died happy, literally at the peak of ecstasy." Looking at the screen, the pit in my stomach grew deeper. Had Julian, my loving husband of three years, really betrayed me? To understand just how much freedom they had up there, I decided to book a flight to France myself. When I showed up at their training base, Julian's jaw dropped. I acted completely oblivious, throwing my arms around his neck. "Julian! Did you miss me? I took some time off work to surprise you!" Valerie was standing nearby in a skin-tight black athletic suit that showed off her perfect body. She smirked, nudging Julian with her elbow. "Wow, Julian. Your little wife really can't live without you. Crossing the ocean just to keep an eye on you." There was no joy on Julian's face. Instead, he looked annoyed that I had invaded his territory. "What are you doing here, Eve? If you're bored, go back to the hotel. Treat this as a vacation." I shook my head, my arms still looped around him. "No, I watched your stream and got super excited. I want to try paragliding too!" Julian froze. He finally noticed I was wearing professional gear. He grabbed my hand, his eyes darkening. "Eve, as a pro, I have to tell you. This is dangerous. Amateurs shouldn't just jump into it." I pulled my hand away, acting annoyed. "It's fine. I've watched you do it for years, and I'll have an instructor with me. What's the big deal?" "I just want to see what's so amazing about the view from thousands of feet up... and what kind of 'thrill' keeps you away from home for three years." I really wanted to know. I paid a hefty fee to hire the most handsome instructor at the base, Marcus. He was tall, muscular, with abs practically tearing through his tight t-shirt. The weather was perfect. The wind was gentle, the sky crystal clear. Seeing he couldn't stop me, Julian sighed. "Eve, these European instructors can be very... hands-on. Just be careful." I ignored him. Marcus buckled me into the harness and went over the safety instructions. Then, he had me sit in front while he strapped himself directly behind me, wrapping his thick arms around me to control the glider. When the wind picked up, we ran down the grassy slope. "Hold on, beautiful, we're taking off!" Marcus shouted near my ear. Before I could process his words, I felt something thick and warm press hard against my back. My mind went blank. Before I could react, our feet left the ground, and we soared into the valley.
Marcus's grip was powerful. He quickly stabilized the glider, and we drifted into a smooth flight. At several hundred feet in the air, the sky looked much bluer than from the ground. Shaking with fear, I forced myself to open my eyes. The buildings and cars below shrank into tiny dots. The cliffs, the ocean, the clouds. It was a breathtaking, dizzying view. No wonder people got addicted to this. It was like flying. But because I was a beginner, we weren't flying high or far. That didn't stop Marcus. His hands began to wander. Luckily, I was wearing a thick, one-piece flight suit, and my parachute harness covered my back, so he couldn't actually touch anything skin-to-skin. But knowing I was completely helpless in mid-air, Marcus got bolder. His hands slid along my waist and hips, squeezing places he shouldn't have. My screams of fear only seemed to make him more excited. "Oh baby, has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" he whispered huskily. I kept screaming to drown him out until we finally landed. My legs were like jelly. Julian was waiting at the landing zone. He rushed over. "How was it?" I panted, pretending to be utterly terrified. "It was... intense. But honestly, my mind went blank. I don't remember a thing." I played the scared, traumatized wife perfectly. Julian glanced at Marcus, then looked at my fully zipped flight suit and let out a sigh of relief. Valerie crossed her arms, letting out a mocking laugh. "Looks like someone doesn't have the guts for our world. Julian is a pro, Eve. You need a different kind of stamina to keep up with him." Julian laughed, lifting me up to carry me down the hill. "So, still want to try it again?" I didn't answer. My mind was spinning with the realization of what I had just confirmed. This sport was full of dirty little secrets. If two experienced pros wanted to hook up in mid-air for the ultimate thrill, it was entirely possible. That night, back at our rental villa, I suddenly felt dizzy. I ran to the bathroom and dry-heaved into the toilet. Julian rushed in, looking tense. "Eve, is your period late?" I paused. "Actually... yeah. By almost two months. I thought it was just stress from worrying about you." His eyes lit up. He immediately ran down to the nearest pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. A minute later, two solid pink lines appeared. I was pregnant. "Oh my god, you're pregnant?! We only did it a few times! I'm a genius!" "My parents are going to be thrilled! We finally have an heir for the family!" Julian was ecstatic. He cupped my face and kissed me deeply, then lifted me up and spun me around, ignoring my complaints of dizziness. Eventually, I threw up all over his expensive shirt. A few days later, Julian threw a massive party at his family's luxury hotel in Miami to celebrate my pregnancy. His parents were there, and so was Valerie. Valerie wore a jaw-dropping, blood-red mermaid dress. She looked gorgeous, radiant, like a rose in full bloom. She didn't come to celebrate. She came to outshine me. Because of my morning sickness, I wasn't wearing any makeup and wore a simple, loose dress. The moment she walked in, she stole the spotlight. "Congrats, Eve," she said, her smile flawless. "Now that you're giving him a baby, you'll be the perfect Mrs. Brooks. No one can ever take that away from you." I smiled politely. "Thank you, Valerie. You're an incredible athlete. I hope you keep reaching new heights in your career." Julian's parents were over the moon. Julian was an only child, and since he refused to run the family business, producing an heir was the only thing they cared about. While I was greeting guests, I kept an eye on Julian. He had already slipped away to chat with Valerie. They really were inseparable "partners." Once the formal toasts were over and the room grew dark, I quietly slipped away and followed Julian. Sure enough, I pulled back a heavy velvet curtain to the terrace and found them wrapped around each other in the dark hallway, kissing passionately. Valerie's tough-girl act was completely gone. Her dress was pulled down to her elbows as she whimpered. "Now that you're going to be a dad, you're going to spend all your time on your wife and kid. You're going to forget about me." Julian smirked, grabbing her chin roughly. She let out a soft gasp. "Babe, no matter how many kids I have, I'll always be your daddy. You can call me that forever, not just in bed." "Ugh, you're so bad," she giggled, kicking him playfully with her heel. "But I have to admit, this whole 'family man' vibe makes you even hotter." They went back to devouring each other's lips. I let go of the curtain, my hands shaking with rage. I forced myself to take deep, quiet breaths. They had been sleeping together for years. Valerie didn't want kids to ruin her body, and Julian needed a wife to secure his family's trust fund. So, they used me.
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