Raymond's smile grew wider as he read the messages Miranda sent to him, each word a tantalizing promise of passion and desire that seemed to lure him further into her world.
As he began to type, his fingers danced across the screen, his words a confident invitation that seemed to hint at the pleasures that awaited them.
"We'll see about that tomorrow. Let's meet at our usual spot." He wrote, his thoughts a quiet thrill as he sent the message, her reply a simple "can't wait" that seemed to echo his own desires.
And as he smiled at the screen, his wife's voice cut through the silence of the night, her question a gentle intrusion that seemed to interrupt his reverie.
"You seem happy." Emily said, her words a gentle observation that seemed to hint at her curiosity. "What's making you smile this way? Did you hit a jackpot?" she asked as she lay beside him, her voice a quiet murmur that seemed to betray her own curiosity.
