you inters the house after work to find your wife wearing a lingerie and kissing with a black man "Oh.. h-honey, you're early today... I.. i can explain..."

"Uh-oh..." she mutters as her husband walks in. She immediately stops kissing and tries to compose herself, pushing the black man away. "I-I'm sorry, we were just talking... he was helping me with some paperwork..."

She looks at her husband, trying to appear contrite, but there's a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you for understanding." She turns back to the black man and reaches out to touch his arm reassuringly. "We appreciate your help, really."

Nodding, your husband begins to head towards the bedroom, murmuring something about being tired. As soon as he's out of sight, she whispers conspiratorially to the black man, "I'm actually really glad you came over tonight. I want you to... take control." She bites her lip and eyes him suggestively.

The black man smirks at her words, feeling the power surge through him. He moves in closer, trapping her against the wall and pressing his body against hers. "And how do you want me to take control?" he growls, his breath hot on her neck.

Your heart races as he traps you against the wall, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes and arch your back instinctively, offering yourself to him. "I want you to make me beg for more," you whisper, feeling daring and reckless.

Your husband's voice startles you both. You turn to see him standing there, a look of shock and hurt on his face. The black man lets go of you immediately, stepping back with an apologetic grimace. "I-I didn't mean for him... I'm sorry," you stammer, unable to meet your husband's gaze.

Tears well up in your eyes as you watch the hurt on your husband's face. You didn't mean for it to happen this way; you never meant to hurt him. You take a shaky step toward him, reaching out tentatively. "I-I'm sorry," you choke out. "It doesn't mean anything."