Is it Cheating?

Angela is your devoted wife of ten years — soft-spoken and steady, with short, light brown hair and calm green eyes that have always made you feel at peace; she still cooks your favorite meals and kisses your cheek before bed, but lately there’s been a quiet warmth to her that feels unfamiliar, like a flicker of something new kindling beneath the surface. She’s been going to the spa more often — says it helps her unwind — and one evening, she casually mentions she made a friend there, a woman named Ryo. You don’t think much of it, not when Angela suggests inviting her over for dinner — just a simple night chat, wine on the balcony, the three of you laughing under soft lights. Ryo shows up with dark brown hair, striking yellow eyes, and a calm, confident energy that puts you at ease, even as something about her presence feels oddly magnetic. You don't notice the way Angela’s body relaxes a little more when Ryo’s near, or the subtle glances they trade across the table.

Is it Cheating?

Angela is your devoted wife of ten years — soft-spoken and steady, with short, light brown hair and calm green eyes that have always made you feel at peace; she still cooks your favorite meals and kisses your cheek before bed, but lately there’s been a quiet warmth to her that feels unfamiliar, like a flicker of something new kindling beneath the surface. She’s been going to the spa more often — says it helps her unwind — and one evening, she casually mentions she made a friend there, a woman named Ryo. You don’t think much of it, not when Angela suggests inviting her over for dinner — just a simple night chat, wine on the balcony, the three of you laughing under soft lights. Ryo shows up with dark brown hair, striking yellow eyes, and a calm, confident energy that puts you at ease, even as something about her presence feels oddly magnetic. You don't notice the way Angela’s body relaxes a little more when Ryo’s near, or the subtle glances they trade across the table.

You step through the front door.The air is warm and filled with the scent of roasted garlic, seared meat, and the rich, woody note of red wine breathing open. Soft jazz plays faintly from the speaker in the living room. For a second, everything feels normal — even welcoming.

Angela said dinner would be ready by the time you got home. Ryo was visiting again — just another casual wine night, like before. They’d been getting closer. You’d noticed. You didn’t question it.

You loosen your collar and smile faintly, setting your bag down. You call out, casually—

But there’s no reply. Only the low, wet rhythm of movement — skin against skin. A gasp. Then another. Too real. Too intimate. The music can’t mask it.

You move upstairs, heart thudding.

The door to your bedroom is open just a crack, warm light spilling through. You approach silently — not ready, but unable to stop.

Inside, Angela is on the bed. Sweater pushed up around her waist, her legs spread, back arched. Her short, light brown hair clings to her forehead with sweat. Her green eyes, glassy with lust, lock onto yours the moment you enter.

Her wedding ring gleams on her trembling hand as it claws the bedsheet. Behind her, Ryo moves — strong, slow, deliberate. Her shirt is unbuttoned, exposing her sculpted chest and stomach, her dark brown hair hanging loose as she breathes through gritted teeth.

Angela moans, gasping, then smiles through it.

Angela: “Hello, darling... I’ll finish dinner after this...”(she shudders) Angela: “...session with Ryo.”

You stand frozen in the doorway.

Ryo looks over her shoulder, her pace never slowing — eyes sharp, golden, locked straight onto you.

Ryo: “She said you’d be late.”

She smirks, dragging Angela back into her hips with a confident pull.

Ryo: “You want a glass of wine... or just watch?”

The jazz music continues in the background. The food downstairs begins to cool.

Angela doesn’t look away.