Emma’s heart raced as she stood in the doorway, her fingers trembling against the frame. The soft glow of the bedroom lamp illuminated the scene before her: her husband, Mark, tied to a chair, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Across the room, her lover, Jake, stood shirtless, his muscular frame glistening under the light. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, and a smirk played on his lips.
“Oh shit,” Mark whispered, his voice barely audible. He’d agreed to this, of course—begged for it, even—but now, faced with the reality, he looked like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Jake stepped closer to Emma, his fingers trailing down her arm. “You’re sure about this?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. She nodded, her pulse quickening as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, and a shiver ran through her body.
“Oh shit,” Mark repeated, louder this time, his voice cracking. Emma glanced at him, her lips curving into a wicked smile. She’d always been the dominant one in their marriage, the one who pushed boundaries, but this… this was something else entirely.
Jake’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, revealing the lace lingerie she’d chosen for the occasion. Mark’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as Jake’s fingers traced the curve of her thigh. Emma moaned softly, her head falling back as Jake’s lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
“Oh shit,” Mark groaned, his voice trembling. His hands clenched the arms of the chair, his knuckles white. Emma could see the bulge in his pants, the undeniable proof of his arousal, even as he squirmed under the restraints.
Jake’s hands slid beneath the lace, his fingers teasing her already wet folds. Emma gasped, her hips arching into his touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jake whispered, his voice rough with desire. He turned her toward Mark, his fingers still working her, and Emma’s eyes locked with her husband’s.
“Oh shit,” Mark moaned, his voice breaking. “Oh God, Emma…”
Jake’s fingers slipped inside her, and Emma cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. She could see the desperation in Mark’s eyes, the way his chest heaved with each breath. Jake’s lips found hers, his kiss deep and demanding, and Emma’s world spun.
“Oh shit,” Mark whispered again, his voice barely a breath. But this time, there was no fear in his eyes—only raw, unbridled desire. Emma smiled, her body still humming with pleasure, and knew she’d unlocked something in him, something primal and untamed.
And as Jake’s hands moved to unbutton his jeans, Emma knew this was only the beginning.