I lived with them for a few months, which meant the tension never really had anywhere to go. It followed us through the house in lingering looks, deliberate touches, and that little smile she would give me whenever she knew she was pushing her luck.
Carson was a cuckold. She was his wife.
But when she looked at me, there was never any confusion about who had her attention.
She became my spoiled little pet almost effortlessly. She could be stubborn, teasing, and full of attitude until I got close enough and lowered my voice. Then I would watch that confidence melt into something much softer.
She loved the power game between us, especially when there was an audience.
The swing outside became one of her favorite places.
Carson would be doing yard work only a few yards away while she wandered over wearing that wicked little expression that told me she already knew what kind of trouble she wanted.
There was no hiding it.
No sneaking around.
That was the point.
She loved knowing he could glance over and understand exactly why she was suddenly so obedient, why she kept looking back at me, and why she always came inside afterward wearing that impossibly satisfied little smile.
But the walls of that house told even better stories.
There were nights when Carson didn't have to wonder what was happening in the next room because she was incapable of keeping quiet.
Her voice carried.
So did every breathless plea, every broken sentence, every moment when she completely forgot anyone else existed on the other side of that wall.
And she knew he could hear her.
That was part of what made her lose herself in it.
There was something deliciously wicked about watching a woman realize she didn't have to hide how badly she wanted you.
She could let the whole house know.
And she did.
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