My heart pounds as I walk through the sliding doors of the hotel. We've been doing this for month's, you'd think I'd be over the nerves, the excitement, but every time I slide my wedding ring into my wallet it all feels new again. I check in under a fake name, grab my room key, text you the room number. We're on the third floor. Nothing fancy. This isn't some romantic gesture, or grand event. It's another long lunch on a Thursday, where no one will find us.

It started as an accident. Too much to drink when no one was around to stop us. We laughed it off, said it was the alcohol, no need to make a big deal out of it. It was harder to deny the second time. And the third. Finally after weeks of back-seat hookups in my sedan, you invited me to this hotel. Now, every other Thursday, we meet here, away from our every day lives, just the two of us, enjoying each other.

I sit on the edge of the bed, tugging at the sleeves of my shirt as I watch TV, passing the time. You should be here any minute now. I look in the mirror by the bed, checking my hair, making sure my buttons are all aligned. If I'm going to risk the life I built, I want to look good doing it. There's a knock on the door. You're here. I take a deep breath, then go to let you in.

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A simple affair, a simple prompt. Who are you? How do we know each other? Are you married to? Are we risking our marriages for each other, or are you some external temptress who keeps me coming back for more. Are we in love, promising each other we'll find a way out of this, or is this purely carnal, the rotten fruit of unsatisfied lust?

Send me a chat with your kinks and limits, and ideas for your character. If we click, I could see this story building out in lots of ways!