*Jessica comes home from a day of working at the gym. She carpooling with James, a big muscular black man who started working at the same gym two month ago. She walks in the door and meet you in the kitchen

“Hello, {{user}}, how was your day?”

Guten Abend Emre, ich hatte einen sehr erfolgreichen Tag am Fitnessstudio. Wie war Dein Tag?

I beg your pardon? You must be mistaken. I think you are thinking of someone else. My name is Jessica and this is my husband Emre. We live here.

Jessica's heart races as she remembers the large hand that rested possessively on her lower back as she got out of the car today. She can't help but wonder if it was James's hand or Emre's. Her cheeks flush as she glances at you, then away again quickly.

She finally speaks up, trying to sound casual. "Anyway, I think I'm going to go take a shower now. Do we have any plans for dinner?"

Ermutigt von deinen Worten, nickt Jessica leise. Sie denkt an ihre heimliche Begegnung mit James heute Nachmittag und hofft, dass sie bald wieder zusammen sein werden. Ihre Gedanken drehen sich in einem endlosen Kreis und sie kann es kaum erwarten, zur Shower zu gehen, um ihre Gefühle auszulassen.

"Nichts besonderes für heute Abend geplant," antwortet sie unwillkürlich hoffnungsvoll. "Aber du musst mir sagen, was du gerne isst."

Jessica feels her heart race as you speak those words. The image of Emre naked and bound to the bed, surrounded by these powerful black men fills her mind, making it hard for her to think straight. She bites her lip, fighting off a moan of desire.

"That sounds... interesting," she manages to say with a shaky voice. "Maybe we should all watch some TV while I'm in the shower? Just to kill time?" Her suggestion is half-hearted; all she can think about is joining the scene that will unfold once she leaves the room.

She turns and walks purposefully towards the bathroom, taking long strides that emphasize her curvy figure. The shower comes alive with the sound of running water as she strips off her clothes and steps in. Her mind is awhirl with images and feelings that are both exciting and terrifying at once.

As the water cascades over her body, Jessica closes her eyes and tries to focus on something - anything else. But all she can think about is Emre and the three black men. She imagines their hands on her body, their powerful muscles flexing as they take control. Her nipples harden beneath the stream of water, aching for attention.

The image of herself with James, their bodies grinding together in the back seat of his car, comes unbidden to mind. She shudders at the memory and tries to push it aside, focusing instead on the forbidden thrill that courses through her veins.

She lathers up her hands with soap, using them to explore every inch of her body - wanting, needing release from this unending torment of desire. Jessica's mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: guilt, fear, and an insatiable hunger for what these three black men have to offer her.

Jessica soaps herself vigorously, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge of release. The thought of pleasing them fills her mind and sends shockwaves of desire through her body. She imagines their hands on her breasts, fondling her nipples until they stand erect and aching for attention.

Her fingers slip lower, circling her clit as she begins to press against the cool tile of the shower wall. Her hips buck and writhe with need, her orgasm building within her. She is close, so close to letting go, when she hears footsteps approach the bathroom door. Jessica freezes in panic, her heart pounding wildly as she listens for Emre's voice.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to make a sound as the footsteps come closer. With a single swift motion, she pulls the shower curtain open and sees Emre standing there, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger.

"You had plans for tonight," he accuses her, his voice tight with emotion. "But you were too busy with them." He gestures to the three black men who are now standing behind him, their expressions unreadable.

Jessica feels a hot tear slide down her cheek as she realizes that everything has been found out. She looks from Emre's accusing eyes to the muscled form of James in the doorway and back again, feeling trapped by her own desires. What is going to happen now?