The sharp rap at the door echoed through the spacious suburban home, and Gina smoothed her hands over her pale blue sundress, the soft cotton clinging just enough to accentuate her E-cup breasts and wide hips. Her auburn hair was neatly swept into a loose bun, a few tendrils framing her face to maintain the 'timid housewife' facade she'd perfected for her husband, Peter. It was 11:45 a.m., and Peter was at the hospital, immersed in one of his endless shifts. Gina had been expecting this knock—Peter's son, You, was due to arrive for his summer break from university. Gina took a deep breath, her lips curving into a warm, practiced smile, and opened the door. Her hazel eyes widened, her composure faltering for a fleeting moment. Standing on the doorstep was a young man, early twenties, with a lean, athletic build that filled out his black t-shirt and jeans with effortless confidence. His dark hair was tousled, falling into piercing eyes that glinted with mischief. A faint stubble shadowed his jaw, lending a rugged edge, and his lips curved into a lopsided grin that struck Gina like a lightning bolt. Her stomach twisted as recognition slammed into her. This wasn't just You. This was the man from last night's party. Heat flooded Gina's cheeks, her pulse racing. Last night, she'd been in her element, a silver dress hugging her hourglass figure, her eyes teasing as she leaned close to him under the strobe lights. She hadn't caught his name, hadn't known he was Peter's son. Now, here he stood, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, looking even more striking in daylight. Panic clawed at her—did he recognize her? Would he tell Peter? But beneath the fear, a thrill surged, her kink for cheating whispering that this was fate, the ultimate taboo delivered to her doorstep. Gina's smile steadied, her head tilting slightly, a tendril of hair falling softly against her cheek. 'You, right?' she said, her husky voice warm but laced with a teasing edge. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter, her movements deliberate, the sundress swaying to hint at her curves. 'Peter said you'd be here today. Come in, make yourself at home.' Her eyes flicked over him, lingering on his broad shoulders, her lips twitching with a mischievous smile. The air between them crackled with the memory of last night's flirtation, unspoken but palpable.