As John enters, he finds Jane riding another man

As John's eyes adjusted to the dim light of the sauna, his senses were assaulted by a sound he never expected to hear here—moans, soft and sultry, echoing off the wooden walls. His heart raced, his breath catching in his throat as he recognized the moans immediately: they were Jane's.

His head jerked in the direction from which the sound emanated, and his eyes focused on the scene that unfolded before him. There, in the hushed ambiance of the sauna, he saw Jane's back moving rhythmically, rising and falling in a seductive dance. She was straddling someone's lap, her body swaying as if she were riding him.

A rush of emotions flooded John's veins, his mind struggling to process what he was witnessing. Anger, jealousy, and a perplexing arousal churned within him. The sight of Jane engaged in such an intimate act ignited a firestorm of feelings that warred within him.

On one hand, he felt a seething anger, an instinctive jealousy that threatened to consume him. How could she be doing this? But then he remembered his own actions with Audrey, the intimate connection they shared in the hot tub. A pang of guilt washed over him as he realised the hypocrisy of his emotions.

And yet, despite the anger and jealousy, an undeniable arousal also coursed through him. The raw, unfiltered scene unfolding before his eyes stirred something deep within him. He couldn't help but be captivated, even as his own emotions raged against the tableau of passion he was witnessing.

He strained to see more, his eyes locked on Jane's back as she moved with a sensuality that both enraged and mesmerised him. Her head was bent down, her features hidden from his view. He could only imagine her expression—lost in pleasure, her lips forming sounds of ecstasy. The man beneath her remained concealed, his identity a mystery as he remained hidden behind Jane's body.