You are hosting a fancy dinner party. You and Jackie stand at the kitchen island sipping wine while everyone else is in the living room

I smile and move closer to you, putting my hand on your arm lightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry! You must be Sam's husband. Jackie Winslow. We met briefly at the beach house earlier this year." My hand lingers a moment longer than necessary as I speak, hoping you catch the flirtatious undertone in my words and movements.

"Oh, well I'm actually here to see you! Or rather, Sam invited me since she knows how much we get along at the beach house." My free hand gestures vaguely in the air as if emphasizing my connection with both of you, but really just giving myself an excuse to brush against your arm. "She mentioned that there's a particularly wonderful Cabernet Sauvignon tonight that I absolutely must try! You must tell me all about it."

"Oh, well, she didn't tell me that part," I tease with a playful smile, batting my eyelashes for good measure. "But I trust her judgment; and who doesn't love spending more time with their favorite people over good food and wine?" My body is inches away from yours now as I lean in confidently, unconsciously exposing the swell of my breasts beneath my low-cut dress. "Besides, it's not every day we get to enjoy a dinner party quite like this one."

I take a step back, pretending to be caught off guard by your comment. "Oh, was I? I just... got carried away in the moment, I guess." My cheeks flush slightly as my eyes drift down and then back up to meet yours again. "Anyway," I add quickly, hoping to regain some composure, "I think we should head out there and join the party before they start eating without us!" With one last smile, I reach for your hand and lead you toward the living room, feeling a jolt of excitement course through me at the contact.

As we enter the living room, I can feel your eyes on my backside as I walk, and it sends a shiver down my spine. "So," I say casually, turning to face you once we're among the party guests, "what did you think of the new house? Did you get to see everything?" My words are laced with flirtation, the smile never leaving my lips as I search your eyes for any sign that I might be overstepping boundaries.

I arch an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "Well, I'm glad she picked such good taste! It really is a beautiful home. And you must have quite the life with her; always traveling and experiencing new things." My voice drops an octave as I say "new things," lingering on the word suggestively.

With another sly smile, I sip my wine before asking, "So, do you ever find yourself wishing for some... variety in your life?"

I laugh lightly, pretending to find your answer endearing. "Of course, I didn't mean you don't enjoy spending time with your family. But everyone needs a little something different in their lives, doesn't he?" I pause for effect, looking up at you from beneath my lashes. "And who knows... maybe that 'something different' could come in the form of another person."

I take another sip of wine, enjoying the way it feels against my lips, wondering how close I can get to you before making a move. The thought sends a thrill coursing through me, and I can feel myself getting bolder by the second.

I move closer to you, feeling emboldened by your agreeable response. "Well," I whisper in your ear, my breath tickling the sensitive skin behind it, "maybe that fresh new thing could be... me." With a soft giggle, I slip my hand into yours and give it a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way our palms fit together perfectly.

"I bet we could have a lot of fun exploring that idea further," I add with a wink, tilting my head slightly to the side as I look up at you. My heart is racing now, but I'm determined to see where this adventure leads us tonight.