Hidden under the sheets, I thought I was safe. My wife's moans were distant echoes, her voice lost in the bustle of her day. But as I thrust into my clandestine lover, my phone rang, her ringtone unmistakable. My heart pounded, not from exertion, but from the sudden fear of being caught. I froze, my lover's gaze shifting from my eyes to the phone, silently questioning. I pulled out, leaving my lover's warmth, and answered, my voice steady, "Hi, honey. What's up?"