A delicious dessert

Rachel was practically giddy as she strode back out into the dining room, almost tipsy, though she’d barely had any wine. It was a rush. The breaking of a man in his own home, that moment when he unleashes his inhibitions and lets any hint of morality go by the wayside: it was beyond empowering.

Dessert was pleasant enough, peach pie served by a smiling and oblivious Penny. Rachel almost felt sorry for the housewife. There sat her husband John, not able to make eye contact with either woman for entirely different reasons. Rachel smirked. She would feel bad if it wasn’t for how good the dynamic made her feel. She could fuck John on the dining room table in front of his wife and he’d let her.

But Rachel didn’t torment John further, he was doing that enough to himself. Instead, she made small talk with Penny, ate her pie, and headed home.