Karla

I stood in front of the locked door and my heart raced with panic. How could this have happened? I had left Mara tied up on her own to add a bit of tension to our game. But now she was obviously in the hands of a stranger and I could only guess what he was doing to her. My nakedness, which had been arousing and exciting before, now felt like a defenseless shell.

My mind was a mess of worry and guilt. How could I have been so reckless? The thought of Mara, bound and helpless, brought tears to my eyes. I could feel the taste of my own fear on my tongue. The uncertainty and helplessness made me furious and at the same time I felt an inexplicable warmth between my legs. This forbidden allure that came with danger confused me deeply.

I listened at the door and could only hear muffled noises. It's only a storage room, but this part of the building also houses the musicians' rehearsal rooms, so all the doors are soundproofed. My mind wandered and imagined what could be going on in this room. The idea of Mara being tied up and used by a stranger disgusted me, but at the same time it excited me and made my body tremble with desire. My breathing quickened and my chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern.

I felt my body betraying itself as my nipples hardened and tightened between my fingers. A soft moan escaped my lips as I imagined I was in there instead of Mara. At the same time, it was **** not knowing what was going on inside the room. Every one of my senses was heightened and I could literally taste the scent of sweat, arousal and the forbidden in the air. My hands involuntarily slid over my bare skin as my body screamed for satisfaction.

But I couldn't just stand here and satisfy myself while Mara was in danger. I had to act. I had to open the door and save Mara before it was too late. Naked and afraid of the possible consequences, I overcame my own misgivings and knocked timidly on the door. Every beat of my heart seemed louder than the knock itself. I felt the cold breeze on my bare skin and my nipples were hard with arousal.

The uncertainty of what would await me on the other side drove my pulse up. My body shook with excitement and fear as I waited for a reaction from inside. It felt like time stood still as I stood **** in front of that door. My mind was filled with wild thoughts and my throat was dry with tension. I knocked louder and louder.

When the door opened and I rushed into the room, I froze abruptly when I realized who was standing opposite me. It was Johann, my new conductor, who had opened the door for me. A shiver ran down my spine and my blood seemed to freeze in my veins. The mixture of fear and surprise shot through my body like an electric shock. His face wore a greedy smile and his eyes sparkled with desire.

Apart from me, I don't think anyone in the orchestra knew that Johann was a close friend of my husband. My husband, a well-known violinist in professional circles, was impressive in appearance. His striking face with its sharp contours and deep, dark eyes exuded an aura of intensity and passion. His dark hair framed his face in a way that made him even more attractive. I felt my heart tighten in my chest. Panic coursed through my body as I tried to comprehend the magnitude of this situation. My affair with Mara was about to be exposed, and that could have devastating consequences for my married life.

My mind raced with scenarios of how my husband would react. Would he leave me? Would he despise me? A mixture of determination and despair ran through my thoughts. I had to find a way to deal with this situation and keep my secret. I couldn't allow my married life and reputation to be destroyed. With one last breath of determination, I turned to Johann. But before I could say anything, he interrupted me. I was totally perplexed and overwhelmed by the situation.