Dinner!

She blinked, smiling quickly. "Sorry, just thinking about work. Pass the ketchup?"

Dinner passed in a haze of small talk. As the sky darkened, Mark suggested they move inside for drinks. The living room felt cozy, lit by lamps and the glow of the TV playing a muted sports game. Alex sat on the couch, Elena beside him, while Mark grabbed beers from the fridge.

When Mark stepped out to take a quick call from work—something about a deadline—Elena and Alex were alone. The air thickened, charged with unspoken tension.

"You look great tonight," Alex said, his voice low. He took a sip of his beer, eyes meeting hers.

Elena's pulse quickened. "Thanks. You clean up nice yourself." She shifted, her thigh brushing his. The contact sent a spark through her, and she felt the familiar stir between her legs—not just the warmth in her pussy, but the hardening of her cock, hidden beneath her panties. She crossed her legs tighter, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Alex leaned in slightly. "Mark's lucky. You two seem solid."

"We are," she said, but her tone wavered. Her hand rested on the cushion between them, inches from his knee. The temptation gnawed at her. What if she just... touched him? Tested the waters?

Mark returned then, breaking the moment. "Sorry about that. Boss being a pain."

The evening wound down, but as Alex prepared to leave, Elena walked him to the door. Mark was in the kitchen cleaning up, out of earshot.

"Hey," Alex murmured, turning to her. "This was fun. We should do it more often. Just us sometime?"

Her breath caught. "Yeah... maybe." She met his gaze, bold now. "Text me."

He nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips, then stepped into the night.

Back inside, Elena leaned against the door, heart racing. Mark called from the kitchen, oblivious. "Everything okay?"

"Perfect," she replied, but her mind was already racing ahead, imagining Alex's hands on her, exploring her hidden desires. The affair hadn't started yet, but the seed was planted, ready to grow in the shadows of her marriage.