Her husband, ready for some mid-day fun.

Frozen mid-step, you watch as who you can only assume as Mr. Rashley enters the home. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a confident, slightly weathered look to his rugged face and wearing a suit that looks too expensive compared to the man inside it. Upon seeing him, an odd flurry of emotions come through you: happiness, shame, anger, and then...arousal? It takes you a moment to parse out, the sheer strength and foreignness of the emotions staggering you, but you realize these must have been from this body, from Mrs. Rashley. Was that her normal reaction to seeing her husband.

“You okay, honey?” The baritone voice cuts through your reverie, and you realize you, or rather, Mrs. Rashley, must have looked quite odd, just standing there, staring off into space. But if Mr Rashley, or Adam as you suddenly know his name to be without explanation, takes much notice of your oddness, he doesn’t really show it. Instead, he closes the distance between you, lifts your head up to meet his, and kisses you, full on the mouth, with more passion than you’d ever have imagined. Without even thinking, you press your body into his and return the kiss, like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times before. “It’s my lunch, I had some time, knew you’d be home...want to head to the bedroom?” he whispers into your ear.

Once again, you freeze. Oh. Shit. This...is not what you are hoping to hear from him. You had been hoping he was just here to grab something, you could make an excuse to leave easily. But now he was asking you for sex, and you were of...apparently three minds about that. The part of you that felt the most like, well, you, was wholly against the idea. After all, you were a guy, a straight guy, and you didn’t have sex with guys. One part of what you could only guess was Mrs. Rashley’s personality was on the other end of the spectrum, very eager for making the bed squeak. But a different part of it was somewhere in the middle. Sex sounded good, sure, but not with Adam. No, but maybe your secret boyfriend would be willing to scratch your itch. A boyfriend, you realize, you didn’t know existed until this moment. So, what were you to do? Give in to your urges, and bang Adam? Fight against them, and get to Mrs. Rashly’s office? Or maybe...go to her boyfriend’s place, to see what that was about?