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As soon as my wife and I had a baby, it became increasingly difficult to enjoy the simple things in life. Trips to the movies were rare, and even going out to dinner became a more or less periodic activity. Time just seemed to fly by, and every passing moment seemed to be devoted to the baby’s care.

This is why it came as something of a godsend when my wife’s old friend, Ashley, offered to babysit one night while we went out for dinner. I’d never met Ashley before, but my wife had told me a lot about her. They’d gone to school together, and while my wife had gone on to have a successful career in finance, Ashley had become a freelance photographer. She was apparently very good at her job, but had struggled somewhat in the wake of a difficult breakup.

When Ashley arrived, I was immediately struck by how attractive she was. She was tall, with broad shoulders and a lithe figure. Her hair was a sassy, bright red color, and her lips were full and inviting. It wasn’t obvious how old she was, but I’d put her at around 30.

My wife and I handed over our son with some trepidation, but we were willing for a night out. Ashley quickly put any remaining doubts to rest. She had a cheerful, open demeanor, and was clearly very comfortable around small children. In fact, when we returned several hours later, our son was soundly asleep, and Ashley was sitting in our living room watching television.

Our brief conversations that evening had been limited to chit-chat, but I found myself thinking about Ashley a lot afterwards. There was something about her that was infectious, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with her.

Over the next few months, my wife and I began to rely more and more on Ashley for babysitting services. She was at all times willing to help out, and our son had become quite fond of her. It wasn’t long before I found myself making up excuses to visit her house or linger a little longer when she was around.

One day, while I was picking up my son at her apartment, Ashley and I struck up a conversation. I cannot remember what we talked about, but I do remember feeling electrified by her presence. There was something in her eyes that hinted at a world of passion and desire, and I found myself gravitating toward her the way a moth is drawn to a flame.

It wasn’t until later that evening, when my wife and I were lying in bed, watching television, that I felt that spark again. My wife had fallen asleep, and I was wide awake. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with Ashley, to feel her body against mine, to kiss her deeply.

As if sensing my thoughts, Ashley texted me a few minutes later. “Hey,” the message read. “Are you still up?”

I wrote back immediately. “Yeah, what’s up?”

There was no response for a few minutes, and then Ashley sent me another message. “I’m feeling a little lonely tonight,” she wrote.

My heart skipped a beat. I was both excited and terrified. Was this really happening? Was I about to have an affair with my wife’s friend?

We texted back and forth for a little while longer, discussing nothing in particular. But the sexual tension between us was palpable. I could feel it in my bones.

And then, suddenly, Ashley sent me another message. “I want you,” she wrote. “Come over?”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. As I drove across town to Ashley’s apartment, my mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. Would we get caught? What would my wife think if she found out? What would happen after the initial thrill of our encounter had worn off?

But all those worries melted away as soon as Ashley opened the door. She was wearing a tight-fitting top that clung to her curves like a second skin, and her hair was in a loose, tousled bun. I wanted her more than I could ever have imagined wanting anything.

We barely spoke as she led me into her bedroom. Without a word, she began unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers deft and sure. I kissed her deeply, hungrily, as I fumbled with her dress, trying to get it off as quickly as efficient.

The rest of the night was a blur. We kissed and touched and caressed each other, exploring every inch of our bodies. Ashley was a skilled lover, taking me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced before. I was lost in her, consumed by the fire of our mutual desire.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that I slipped out of Ashley’s bed and made my way home. My mind was a jumble of emotions. I was exhilarated by what had just happened, but also terrified of the consequences. What if my wife found out? What if Ashley wanted more than just a one-night stand?

But those worries faded over the next few days as Ashley and I continued to chat and text. We didn’t see each other again, but the memory of our night together lingered in my mind, a tantalizing reminder of what could be.

Years later, long after my wife and I had separated, I found myself thinking back on that night with Ashley. It was a forbidden tale of passion and temptation, a brief moment of ecstasy in an otherwise normal life. I couldn’t say whether it had been worth the risk, but I knew that I would never forget it.
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