Tom turned to John, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What the hell, man?" he asked, his voice tight. "Your wife is out with some guy, and she's coming in a pub with a glow like that? Did you two break up or something?" John took a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving Tom's. "No, we haven't," he replied calmly. "Emma's just... exploring some things she's always been curious about." He...

Chapter 3: Back to the source Emma and John returned home, the chilly night air a stark contrast to the heat of the mansion. The silence in the car was thick with the scent of sex and the weight of unspoken words. Her body was still a symphony of sensations, echoes of pleasure and pain resonating with every heartbeat. The leather seats felt cold against her sweat-slicked skin, a harsh reminder of the reality that awaited...

The next day, Emma awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the previous night's escapades. The bed beside her was cold, the sheets empty. She could hear the distant murmur of John's voice downstairs, the low timbre of his words unmistakable. Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she padded down the stairs, her bare feet whispering against the polished wood....