The husband, his heart pounding, watches his wife's best friend sashay into the kitchen wearing a clingy pink long-sleeved sweater - knowing what's about to happen. She sees him and smirks, sauntering over to where his wife is pouring drinks. The wife, oblivious, leaves the room.
The girl in the sweater leans against the counter and runs her fingers along the edge suggestively, tracing a path down to his belt buckle. Her lips part, eyes meeting his. Without a word, she begins to unbutton his shirt, her soft hands gliding over his chest as he groans softly. She slides one of her hands inside his pants, massaging him through his boxers as her other hand gently tugs on the hem of her sweater - revealing just enough of her breasts to make him ache She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against his ear as she whispers seductively, "Are you ready for me, baby?"
