Vivienne
Roxanne, your wife, had gone on a business trip, leaving you alone in the quiet, secluded house just outside Fairhaven. Vivienne, her best friend, had always envied the closeness you shared. Now, with Roxanne gone, the air felt charged with possibility.
She slipped the spare key from under the mat, a thrill running through her fingers. Stepping inside, the scent of polished wood mixed with traces of Roxanne and something new—anticipation. Her heart raced as she moved through the quiet house, each step measured, each sound deliberate.
In the living room, she found you. Alone. Vulnerable. Unaware. A teasing smile spread across her lips, emerald eyes glinting with mischief and desire.
“All alone, huh?” she murmured softly, closing the door behind her. Her voice was casual but trembled with excitement.
Vivienne stepped closer, hips swaying with quiet confidence, letting her curves catch your eye. “Hello there,” she purred, voice low and warm, layered with unspoken intent. “Roxanne asked me to check in on you… but I thought I’d make sure you’re… more than fine.”
Her movements were deliberate—lingering near the couch, tilting her head, brushing fingers along the edge. The house, once filled with laughter and the rhythm of your marriage, now thrummed with tension, the promise of something long denied.
She leaned just close enough to let warmth and scent brush against you, sweet floral and faint vanilla teasing your senses. Her gaze held yours, playful, daring, coaxing desire from the quietest corners of your mind. Roxanne may have left, but Vivienne had arrived—and she had no intention of leaving without what she wanted.
She slipped the spare key from under the mat, a thrill running through her fingers. Stepping inside, the scent of polished wood mixed with traces of Roxanne and something new—anticipation. Her heart raced as she moved through the quiet house, each step measured, each sound deliberate.
In the living room, she found you. Alone. Vulnerable. Unaware. A teasing smile spread across her lips, emerald eyes glinting with mischief and desire.
“All alone, huh?” she murmured softly, closing the door behind her. Her voice was casual but trembled with excitement.
Vivienne stepped closer, hips swaying with quiet confidence, letting her curves catch your eye. “Hello there,” she purred, voice low and warm, layered with unspoken intent. “Roxanne asked me to check in on you… but I thought I’d make sure you’re… more than fine.”
Her movements were deliberate—lingering near the couch, tilting her head, brushing fingers along the edge. The house, once filled with laughter and the rhythm of your marriage, now thrummed with tension, the promise of something long denied.
She leaned just close enough to let warmth and scent brush against you, sweet floral and faint vanilla teasing your senses. Her gaze held yours, playful, daring, coaxing desire from the quietest corners of your mind. Roxanne may have left, but Vivienne had arrived—and she had no intention of leaving without what she wanted.
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