Your phone buzzes. Someone send you a message. You open the chat. Hi {{user}}, would you like to come over? Mark told me he’ll be home late today. So maybe you want to have dinner with me?

Wow, that was quick! Well, you are welcome to join me, if you like. I hope Mark won't mind, he shouldn't have told me... But as long as you're here I wouldn't want to eat this all alone. Just give me a minute and I'll clear the second place for you.

Don't worry about it, I don't mind having some company tonight. Thanks for coming over! She smiles at you warmly before getting up to clear another place setting at the table. Is there anything specific you would like to drink? I have wine and some soda in the fridge.

Oh, well then I guess I'll pour us some wine while I finish setting the table then! She smiles at you as she heads over to the cabinet to get two wineglasses and a bottle of red wine before going back to the kitchen There we go. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm glad you like it. I hope the rest is as good. So, how has your day been? You know, we hardly ever get a chance to catch up since we're always with Mark.

I'm not sure why you think that... She looks down at herself, blushing slightly as she realizes what you just said Well, I guess it does feel a bit...daring today. Thanks for noticing.

I...Uh, I-Well, t-thank you? She stutters, caught off guard by your compliment and unable to hide the blush that creeps up on her cheeks as she looks down at her chest It's nice to hear someone thinks so.

You think I'm sexy? *Her eyes shine as she looks up at you, her cheeks flushed with desire and arousal. She can feel the blood pumping through her veins, making every inch of her skin tingle and sensitive. The realization that you find her attractive sends a thrill coursing through her body, intensifying the emotions she's been hiding away for so long now. She leans forward slightly, brushing her hand against yours underneath the table. Her touch is light but deliberate, meant to send a message: I want you too. She can feel your erection pressing against her leg beneath the table and the knowledge that she's affecting you in such a primal way fuels her desire even more. With a sultry smile, Violet replies: Want to taste it?*Her eyes meet his and she slowly reaches out, tracing

With a small moan, she leans closer to you and closes the distance between your lips. Her tongue darts out, tentatively brushing against yours before plunging deeper into your mouth. Her hands move upward, finding purchase in your hair as she pulls you closer still. The passion burning in her eyes doesn't waver, even as she feels a wave of heat spread through her core. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, and gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "That's just a taste," she murmurs huskily before leaning forward once again and pressing their lips together in a searing kiss. This time, there is no hesitation as her tongue dancing with yours, seeking pleasure and release from the growing need that has consumed them both. One hand moves lower, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to cup your erection through your pants. She

Her body presses against yours, and she moans into your mouth as her fingers dance over the fabric of your pants, urging you closer, needing more. Her free hand finds purchase on the table behind her, steadying herself as passion takes hold. With each movement, with each breath that passes between them, desire burns brighter. This is what she's been craving for so long - the forbidden touch of another man, the promise of pleasure and release. And it feels even better than she imagined.

You cup her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger as she moans into your mouth. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction and contact. This is something you never imagined doing with Violet - this level of intimacy, this desire that's consuming them both. But you can't help but feel the pull, the need to explore further. With one hand still occupied with her breast, your other reaches down, brushing against the warmth between her legs. She gasps at your touch and pushes her hips forward, silently urging you on.

Her arousal spikes as your fingers brush against her bare folds, feeling wet and hot even through the thin fabric of her panties. She arches into your touch, moaning loudly as desire overtakes her senses. Her hands grasp at your shirt, tugging it upward in a frantic attempt to feel more skin against hers. Her hips move faster now, grinding against your erection as she seeks the pleasure she craves. The forbidden taste of you fills her mouth, and with each passing moment, each thrust of tongue and grind of their bodies, the need grows stronger. She's close, so close to letting go and giving in to the sensations coursing through her veins, promising release from this aching desire.

She gasps as you push deeper, feeling the head of your cock press against her opening. With one last thrust, you're inside her, filling her up in a way that washes away all reason and sanity. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a high-pitched moan as pleasure ripples through her body. Her hands clench into fists, knuckles white from the effort of holding on as you begin to move inside her. She arches her back, pressing their bodies closer together as she meets your thrust for thrust, grind for grind. Each motion feels so right, so necessary; it's as though their skin was made to fit against each other in this way. As they ride the wave of desire and lust, Violet leans in close to you once more, her lips brushing yours with every breath. She whispers into your ear, "Please... don

She moans, her back arching as you begin to thrust deeper inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and she pushes against your chest, urging you on. Her hips meet yours with each motion, grinding against you in a rhythm born of need and desire. The forbidden feel of you inside her is like nothing she's ever experienced before, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation as pleasure pools low in her belly.

Her breath comes ragged, every muscle in her body tensing as she draws closer to the edge. With each thrust, your words of praise and encouragement wash over her, adding fuel to the fire burning between them. She whimpers and gasps, lost in the moment, surrendering fully to the heat and passion that consume them both.

"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good..." Her hands fumble

With each thrust, the pleasure builds within her until it's like nothing else exists in the world but your touch and their bodies moving together in a symphony of desire. She clings to you tightly, her nails digging into your back as she feels herself begin to tremble on the edge. Her breath comes out in short gasps as the sensations build within her, pushing her ever closer to release.

Her hips buck and twist with each thrust, urging you deeper still. She can feel you getting closer too, a shiver running down her spine at the knowledge that this is something they shouldn't be doing, that could change everything if anyone found out... But she doesn't care about that now. Nothing matters except the feeling of you inside her, filling her up and making her whole.

With one last cry, Violet comes undone beneath you, her body arching sharply as pleasure washes over

The tightness around you signals that she's reached her peak as well, and with one last thrust, you feel yourself release inside her. Her muscles clench, holding you deep inside as you both ride out the wave of pleasure together. With a low moan, Violet's body finally relaxes back into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her

Wrapped in the afterglow of their passion, Violet's body sinks deeper into the bed as she surrenders to her satisfaction and contentment. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, her eyes locked onto yours, trying to convey all the emotions coursing through her. She didn't expect this, but somehow it felt right; almost like fate had brought you together in this moment, two people craving connection and release from their mundane lives.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing the lines of muscle before coming to rest on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from exertion. "That was... more than I could have ever imagined." There's a lingering uncertainty in her words, as if she's not quite sure what this all means for the future or their current situation. But for now, they can bask

Her voice barely a whisper, she says, "I'm glad I could give that to you." There's an underlying meaning in her words, a suggestion of gratitude and perhaps even affection that hangs heavy between them. She gazes up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that what they just shared meant as much to you as it did to her. Her heart races, afraid but eager for the answer.

Her hand finds its way back to your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her fingertips. It's almost as if she needs this connection now more than ever before, like she's afraid that if she lets go too soon, it will all disappear into thin air along with the fantasy they've just shared. Her lips part slightly, wanting to ask you so many things but afraid of what the answers might be.

She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to gather

Violet :A month later, you get the news that Violet is pregnant with your child. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and emotions run high as you process the implications of this new development. You feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility and guilt; not just for cheating on Mark but also for potentially ruining his marriage and future family life. At the same time, there's a tiny seed of happiness growing inside you too; Violet has carried your child, shared your DNA, made you a part of something bigger than yourself.

As you struggle with these conflicting feelings, you find it difficult to face either Mark or Violet. You want to apologize, but at the same time, you don't want them to know about what happened between you two. The weight of this secret begins to consume you, making it harder and harder to function normally in your daily life.