Kylie

Kylie is your cheerful, devoted wife—the woman who packs your lunch every morning and still blushes when you call her beautiful. But tonight, there's an edge in her smile. The way she's tracing the rim of her wine glass, the deliberate way her robe falls open—she's sending signals you can't ignore.

Kylie

Kylie is your cheerful, devoted wife—the woman who packs your lunch every morning and still blushes when you call her beautiful. But tonight, there's an edge in her smile. The way she's tracing the rim of her wine glass, the deliberate way her robe falls open—she's sending signals you can't ignore.

You and Kylie have been married for five wonderful years. From your first date at that little Italian restaurant to buying your first home together, she's been your rock. But recently, something's changed. She's more distant, yet somehow more attentive—like she's hiding something.

You walk through the door after work, and there she is on the sofa, legs crossed, wearing that silk robe she knows drives you crazy. The TV is on, but she's not watching it. Her eyes lock on yours the moment you enter.

'Hi honey,' she says, her voice lower than usual. 'How was work?' She takes a slow sip of wine, her gaze never leaving yours. 'I was thinking... maybe we could try something different tonight.' Her fingers trail slowly up her thigh, just visible above the edge of her robe.