I was flirting with her husband right next to her!!!

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There’s a particular thrill in the forbidden, in the moments that teeter on the brink of exposure. I felt it that night, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I stood in the dimly lit corner of the upscale restaurant. The air was thick with the aroma of fine wine and gourmet dishes, the hum of soft conversations filling the room. But all of that faded into the background as my eyes locked onto him—David.

He was seated at a table not far from where I stood, his wife by his side, her laughter ringing out as she chatted with their friends. She was beautiful, elegant in that effortless way that spoke of old money and carefully curated appearances. They looked like the perfect couple, the kind that graced the society pages and drew admiring glances wherever they went.

But looks can be deceiving.

I met David several months ago at a charity event, one of those glittering affairs where everyone pretends to be more interested in the cause than in seeing and being seen. He had introduced himself with a charming smile, his eyes lingering on mine just a fraction too long, sending a clear message that I wasn’t just another guest in the room.

It didn’t take long for us to become involved, our connection growing stronger with each secret meeting, each stolen moment. He was intoxicating—a man of power and confidence, someone who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. But what made it even more thrilling was the fact that he was married, and that he was willing to risk it all just to be with me, even if only for a few fleeting hours.

Now, standing here in this restaurant, I watched as he casually rested his hand on the small of his wife’s back, his face a perfect mask of contentment. But then, as if sensing my gaze, he glanced up, and our eyes met. There was a flicker of recognition, a silent acknowledgment of the tension simmering just below the surface.

He excused himself from the table, telling his wife he needed to make a call. I followed him with my eyes as he made his way toward the back of the restaurant, disappearing through a door that led to a private hallway. Without hesitating, I slipped away from the bar, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I found him leaning against the wall, waiting for me. The moment I stepped into the hallway, he pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hands roamed my body, claiming me with an urgency that left no doubt about how much he had missed me.

But it wasn’t just the physical connection that made my pulse race—it was the knowledge that his wife was just a few feet away, completely oblivious to what was happening. If she turned around, if she walked just a little further down the hallway, her entire world would come crashing down in an instant.

The risk was intoxicating, and I reveled in it. I loved the way he needed me, the way he was willing to push the boundaries of decency just to be with me, even for a moment. It was as if the danger only fueled our desire, making every touch, every stolen kiss, even more electrifying.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot on my skin.

“I know,” I whispered back, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “And I love it.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, as if trying to imprint his need for me on my very soul. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as the world outside that hallway ceased to exist.

But then, just as suddenly as it had started, he pulled away, his breathing ragged. “I have to get back,” he said, his voice strained with reluctance.

I nodded, knowing the game we were playing all too well. “I’ll be waiting.”

He took a deep breath, smoothing down his clothes before giving me one last, lingering look. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart still racing, my body still humming from his touch.

I returned to the bar, my mind replaying every moment of our encounter. I watched as David returned to his wife, slipping back into his role with practiced ease, as if nothing had happened. She greeted him with a smile, completely unaware of the world that had almost shattered around her.

There was a thrill in knowing that I held the power to disrupt their perfect little world, to expose the cracks in their carefully constructed façade. But there was also a satisfaction in the secrecy, in the knowledge that what we shared was ours alone, hidden away in the shadows of our public lives.

As the night wore on, I continued to watch them, my gaze lingering on the way he touched her, the way he smiled at her. But every now and then, he would glance my way, a silent reminder that no matter how much he played the part of the devoted husband, his thoughts—and his desires—were with me.

I sipped my drink, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across my lips. This was the game we played, and I was more than willing to keep playing it, for as long as he was willing to break the rules.

And as for his wife, well… she had no idea just how close she had come to losing everything.

 

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