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It was a cool autumn evening. Carrie sat on the couch, watching as her husband dressed up in his suit to go to a company dinner. She watched him confidently button up his shirt, then tie his silk tie. He grabbed his keys and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead before walking out the front door. “Another night alone,” she sighed as she slumped deeper into the couch, surrounded by the sound of the TV.

That’s when the phone rang. It was her neighbor, asking if she could watch her toddler for the evening. Normally, Carrie would have said no- she valued her alone time, but something about the sound of her neighbor’s voice had a calming effect on her. “Sure, I’d love to.” Carrie said, agreeing to come over to watch her neighbor’s child.

When she arrived, the house was silent. The toddler was already in bed, and Carrie was left with nothing to do but wait. She rested on the couch, flipping through her phone absentmindedly, mindlessly scrolling through social media posts.

She grabbed a book off the neighbor’s bookshelf and started to read. But, After a few minutes, she got bored and decided to explore the rest of the house. She opened the first door and saw the master bedroom. Nothing was out of the normal. She then remembered her neighbor had a den in the basement. It could be fun to check it out, she wondered.

As she descended the steps, she could hear sounds of children playing coming from a small room on the right. She took a left and walked into the den. It was cozy with enough space for a large couch, a comfortable chair, and a fireplace. There was an old-fashioned record player in the corner, and a bookshelf filled with novels.

Carrie went over to the record player to see what music there were. Nothing caught her eye until she saw a stack of records that had a label that read “Forbidden Songs.” Intrigued, she picked up a record and put it on the record player.

As she sat down on the couch, listening to the old-fashioned sounds, she couldn’t help but feel restless. She glanced at the clock, fifteen minutes until the parents would be back. Carrie felt time tick away, leaving her helpless in her sordid desires.

It was then that she heard footsteps. She quickly jumped up, her heart racing as she tried to hide behind the couch.

But, it wasn’t her neighbor. It was the neighbor’s college-aged son. A sense of excitement filled her veins, and she almost wanted him to catch her peeking.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes narrowed, and his lips slightly parted.

“My neighbor asked me to watch their child,” she replied, hoping he couldn’t detect the quiver in her voice.

He took a few steps closer, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his jeans hugged his thighs.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face. “I thought I heard some music,” he said, gesturing to the forbidden records. “These weren’t meant to be seen by outsiders.”

Carrie felt her heart rate speed up; there was something about his presence that was making her feel alive. She felt alive and wild, her body awakened in a way it had not been since before she was married. The wondered made her even more restless.

“Does that make me an outsider?” she questioned, feeling a grin slowly spread across her face.

“Maybe we should find out,” he replied, taking a few steps toward her. “You know, I’ve always seen you quietly watching me when I come home from college.”

Carrie couldn’t deny the attraction she had been harboring for this boy secretly. She turned around, facing him. “I’m older than you,” she scolded, feeling some kind of responsibility to brush him off.

But the confidence he exuded, fueled her desires more than ever. He chuckled, closing the space between them. “That’s what makes it more exciting.”

He pushed her back against the wall, grabbing her hips with his strong hands, and crashing his mouth against hers. Carrie felt a wild heat fill her senses, and she couldn’t help but kiss back fiercely.

The music provided the perfect backdrop to the passion they shared – it was forbidden, yet exhilarating. They continued to kiss, their heated breaths mingling in the dimly lit room.

As the moments passed, Carrie felt as though she was in a dream, a dark, alluring dream that she never wanted to wake up from. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, and she could feel her desire growing more intense with every caress.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted them, breaking the spell of the moment. Carrie attempted to hide, but it was too late. Her neighbor saw them holding each other.

Carrie felt her face flush red as her neighbor’s eyes widened with shock. The boy did not budge, his gaze fixed on Carrie.

“I’m so sorry,” Carrie mumbled, feeling completely ashamed of herself.

Her neighbor just gave her a stern look instead of saying anything, making Carrie feel even smaller.

As she walked out of the house, she couldn’t help but feel a confusing sensation of shame and desire that she couldn’t explain. The entire experience, while pleasurable, had not felt right. She had known it was wrong, but she had done it anyway.

The next day, when her husband returned home from the company dinner, Carrie pretended everything was fine, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that now hung over her. Her husband had no reason to suspect anything, and that only made her feel even guiltier.

Over time, the sensations in the den started to feel like a distant memory, something that Carrie pushed to the back of her mind. But, as the years went by, whenever she saw the neighbor’s son, she could feel his hands on her again, sending a wild desire through her body.

And while she knew deep down that it was wrong, it didn’t stop her from wanting him again. She couldn’t withstand the forbidden temptation that had presented itself in the form of a young man who had awakened her desires and made her feel alive again.
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