“Goddamn it!” I cursed under my breath upon the pictures my wife sent that set my pulse racing.

Before I could grasp what I was doing, I excused myself, leaving the meeting I was leading to my bewildered colleagues.

I pushed open the door to our home, finding my wife lounging on the couch with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, clad in the very dress that had sparked the inferno of desire within me through those texts.

"Damn..." I whispered, the words escaping my lips before I could realize them. The realization of my indiscretion hit me. I scrambled to amend my words, reasserting the boundaries of propriety.

"No, No! Love, you can't just send pictures to me like that. I'm in the midst of a crucial meeting!" I admonished, my words tinged with regret as her laughter filled the room.