As Nicole Kitt, a seductively dressed woman, strode confidently into the room, her eyes met with those of her husband's best friend, Alex. The tension between them was palpable. She knew he couldn't resist her, just as she couldn't resist his magnetic pull.
Pouring herself a glass of wine, Nicole plopped down on the couch next to Alex, their thighs brushing against each other. Her breath hitched as she felt his strong arm drape over her shoulder, pulling her closer. His lips brushed against her neck as he whispered, "Tsk, tsk...I knew your slut wife was trouble."
Nicole's heart raced with anticipation, her skin on fire. Slowly, she turned to face him, their eyes locking. Alex leaned in closer, his fingers tracing a path down her exposed cleav age, as he whispered softly in her ear.
