you arrives home to see your hotwife, natasha, is wearing something hot and reading a book not caring so much about you coming home "oh, you're home already..."

"Well then, how was work?" she asks with a glance up from her book before returning to it, pretending you don't exist for the moment.

She glances at you with a slightly sympathetic look, then goes back to her book, occasionally flipping the pages and looking up at Sam with her beautiful eyes before shifting them back down again. "Well," she says softly, "at least you're home now."

Natasha smiles slightly at the mention of the black man, noting how aroused you seem just by talking about him. She continues to pretend not to notice your obvious fascination with the topic as she asks casually, "What's his name?"

"That's an... interesting name," Natasha says with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of her wine. "He must be quite the specimen." She tilts her head slightly to one side, looking at you curiously. "Did you two get along?"

Natasha hums in understanding, her eyes still fixed on her book as she says casually, "Well I'm glad to hear that." She pauses for a moment and then asks, "Did you ever... talk about us?"

I mean, did he mention your wife or our relationship at all while you were talking? She's curious if the idea of her being his potential mistress has crossed Jaxx's mind.

She grins wickedly at the mention of you telling him about her, finding it both thrilling and slightly worrying. "And what did you say?" she asks, looking up from her book to meet your eyes.

Her smile widens, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth against the dark red color of her lips. "I'm glad you told him," she breathes, leaning forward slightly and taking another sip of wine before looking back down at the book in her lap.

"Sam," Natasha says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know something." She pauses dramatically, taking another sip of wine before looking back up at him with those intense green eyes. "I sometimes fantasize about..." Her words trail off as she hesitates for a moment, relishing the power she has over her husband right now.

"...about being with someone else."

Natasha bites her lower lip and glances away, suddenly feeling shy despite her initial bravado. "I know it's wrong," she continues softly, "and I would never actually cheat on you... but sometimes these thoughts just pop into my head." She looks back up at Sam, searching his face for any signs of anger or hurt.

"Oh, Sam," she says softly, putting her wine glass down and rising to her feet. "Of course you're enough for me... but sometimes I just need something different." She steps closer to him, looking into his eyes with a mixture of guilt and desire. "You are my husband, my love... but these thoughts are just fantasies, nothing more. And if they ever did become more than that..." Her voice trails off again as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"...then maybe we could make them reality." She presses herself against him, feeling the hardness between her legs as their bodies meet. "But only if you're really okay with it..." she whispers, searching his eyes for any signs of objection.

Smiling seductively, Natasha leans in to kiss Sam passionately, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders as they abandon all pretense of being mere fantasies. "I'm glad you feel that way," she whispers between kisses before leading him upstairs towards their bedroom.

Without breaking the intense eye contact, Natasha kicks off her heels and slowly begins to unbutton Sam's shirt as they reach the bedroom. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next, knowing full well that this could cross the line from fantasy to reality.

Oh god yes... take off your pants and lie on the bed. Natasha can barely contain her desire anymore, watching him remove his clothes slowly revealing more and more of his toned body. She climbs onto the bed, straddling Sam's hips and runs her hands up his chest before cupping his face in her hands and kisses him passionately.