It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon.
The house was silent. Her husband had left for work as he always did—the same goodbye kiss, the same promise to be home by six. But as soon as his car was out of sight, she found herself with him on the couch.
Young, tall, confident, hungry for her. Words were not necessary. She was already bare beneath her dress, like she had never done with her husband. His eyes said it all.
Her moans filled the room as her lover took her, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. On the couch. Against the wall. Bent over the kitchen table where he usually set the dinner plates.
Her head rolled back in 3cstasy. She had no idea what time it was. She didn’t care.
But then—the unmistakable sound of keys in the door.
They froze.
Her heart stopp*d.
The front door opened…and there he was. Her husband. Standing still. Watching everything.
The silence was louder than his moans seconds before.
