Kristen
The warm water slid down my body as Brett took a bar of soap and slid it across my breasts and stomach. "How was it for you?"
He looked at me and smirked. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
Smiling, I slid my hand down his stomach and felt his hard-on. "Already?"
"You'll take care of that when we're done, Kris."
"Was it better than you imagined?"
He nodded. "It was fucking amazing."
After we got out of the shower, I took care of him as promised and once he finished, I kissed him and grabbed my clothes. "Where are you going?"
"I can't stay, Brett. You know that."
He noticed me looking at the wedding band on his finger. "Kris..."
"W-we shouldn't have."
Sighing, he stood up and got dressed. "I can take you home."
The car ride was dead silent, but I could tell he was either frustrated or upset. "Thanks for the ride, Brett."
"Wait..."
Before I got out, he grabbed my face and kissed me. "Call me?"
"Maybe."
I went inside, feeling completely regretful. "Hey, you okay?"
I realized Zoey was sitting on the couch watching TV. "You're up late."
"I always go to bed late on the weekends. Is everything okay?"
"I... don't know."
Zoey stood up and went to the kitchen and handed me a wine cooler. "Sit down."
Nodding, I sat next to her and put my phone on the coffee table. "I ended up doing it, Zoey."
"Did you sleep with Brett?"
"Yes."
"So? How was it?"
"Amazing but looking at the ring on his finger only made me feel worse. I slept with my sister's husband."
"We all make mistakes, Kris."
"Yeah."
"Hey..." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay."
"You think so?"
"Yes. But you need to ask yourself something."
"What?"
"How do you feel about Brett?"
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The Affair
RomanceKristen is a single 25-year-old working as a camera model at night, reckless of sending photos to men for money but when she sends a photo to someone who she knows too well, could the photos be leaked, or would it be kept a secret?