"So… I committed adultery. With my husband's best friend," the woman confessed, her voice trembling with guilt. "I'm ashamed of it, but… I liked it. Is it wrong that I enjoyed it, Cardinal? That I don't feel anything when I'm with my husband—but with his friend, I can't stop wanting it? I love my husband, but I hate the way he touches me… what does that make me?"
She fired off one question after another, her voice breaking near the end. When silence followed, she hesitated. "Cardinal? Are you still there?"
'No, no… I can't speak—ahh, nghh…'
The one she was calling to was there—but unable to answer. Not because she lacked words, but because her body was betraying her. She sat on a man's lap, her robes lifted and her composure stripped away, her shame mirroring the very sin being confessed on the other side of the wall.
Her exposed skin was the least of her worries now. The real battle was the orgasm building inside her, the unbearable edge she was teetering on.
