Chapter 3: Rising Action
The days that followed the company party were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions for Tom and Chris. They moved through their daily routines like ghosts, each lost in their own thoughts, their own feelings of confusion, desire, and shame. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of their newfound dynamic.
In the quiet moments, when they were alone in their bedroom, Tom would watch Chris as she moved around the room, her body bare and beautiful.
He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown, hard and aching for his touch. He felt a stirring in his pants, a familiar ache that had been building all day. He wanted her, needed her.
Chris turned and caught him watching her, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Like what you see, husband?" she asked, her voice sultry and low.
Tom swallowed hard, his throat dry. "You know I do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chris let her nightgown fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to him.