Instagram Post

Later that day, Kate's phone came to life with a gentle buzz. She picked up her phone to find a dm from Oliver on Instagram, along with a notification that he had posted the portrait they had created together. Curiosity piqued, she opened the message and clicked on the post.

Oliver had made some subtle enhancements to the sketch, elevating its aesthetic appeal. The lines were crisper, the shading more nuanced, and the overall effect was mesmerizing. Kate marveled at the transformation, grateful for Oliver's artistic touch.

The caption read: "Capturing the essence of an anonymous muse, where art and beauty converge..."

Kate couldn't help but respond to the exquisite piece of art and Oliver's creativity. "Looks wonderful," she typed, her appreciation evident in her message. It was a simple yet heartfelt compliment that reflected her genuine admiration for his work.

Oliver's Instagram post garnered over a hundred likes and a smattering of comments, each offering sincere appreciation for his artistic prowess. Some of the comments, however, couldn't help but admire the captivating subject of the sketch, expressing curiosity about her identity and urging for a glimpse into her profile. Kate, unaccustomed to such online attention, couldn't deny the subtle thrill it brought, even if it was prompted by a simple sketch.

As Kate continued to scroll through the comments, her eyes fell upon one that was markedly crass. It read, "Have you banged her yet?" Despite the offensive tone, Kate found herself rather unfazed by the remark.

Just then, the sound of a gentle knock on the door reverberated through the room. It was Jake. She hastily put her phone away and open the door to reveal her husband, standing there, bathed in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun. She greeted him with a soft peck on the lips. How was the day?" she inquired.

Jake's response came not in words but in actions. He drew her closer, his lips meeting hers in a longer, more passionate kiss. "It was great," he eventually spoke, breaking the kiss momentarily. "I'm getting promoted soon!"

Kate's joy bubbled over, and she squealed in delight, pulling her husband in for another fervent kiss. Their tongues entwined in a dance of desire as Jake swept petite Kate off her feet, carrying her toward the bedroom.

That night, as the soft, ambient lighting in their bedroom set the mood, Jake and Kate's passion burned intensely. The spark of their desire was fueled by distinct motivations—Jake's exhilaration over his impending promotion, and Kate's own heated arousal, kindled by her encounter with Oliver earlier in the day.

Kate, in particular, couldn't contain her fervor. Her moans of pleasure filled the room. She was acutely aware that Oliver, in the adjacent apartment, could likely hear every intimate sound they made, but she reveled in the audacity of it all. In a way, it felt like a subtle, tantalizing payback for the other night.