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Milka, my wife's best friend, has always been off-limits, but tonight, the lines blur. Over glasses of wine, we laugh, our eyes locked. I can't help but notice the way her dress clings to her curves. She catches me staring, a playful smile on her lips. 'You like what you see?' she teases. I nod, my heart pounding. She stands, walking towards me, her hips swaying. She straddles me, her breath hitching as I grind against her. Our kisses grow hungry, desperate. I push her dress up, finding her wet and ready. I enter her, her moan echoing in my ears as we move together, our bodies slick with sweat, until we shatter together, our secret finally out.