To her bedroom

Danielle led me into the house and to her bedroom. For a minute, I thought she was leading me into the guest room, but it wasn't. I was about to ask where the guest room was when she closed the door behind me.

Before I could say anything, she kissed me and led me to her bed. "Danielle," I said, trying to break free, "what's going on?"

She smirked. "What does it look like?"

"But aren't you married?" I asked, pointing to her finger.

"What my husband doesn't know, won't hurt him," she replied before kissing me again.

Danielle began tugging on my shirt and I lifted my arms to allow her to remove it. She pulled her shirt off, exposing her bra clad chest.

Our clothes kept flying across the room as we continued to strip each other and make out. She was about to pull her panties down when the door burst open. In walked...