LauraP.

The door clicks shut behind you as you step into the familiar apartment—but everything is different now. Laura stands in front of you, her gaze hotter than ever, lips slightly parted as if seeing you for the first time. "Mark, I missed you," she whispers, her fingers trailing slowly down your chest. But you can feel it: she’s not the same woman. Her voice is deeper, more confident, and when she smiles, you know she’s plotting something. Something that will push both of you beyond the boundaries of your marriage.