Yasmin Rabetao's husband, always the quiet one, has a secret that's hard to keep hidden. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides up and down his engorged shaft, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's so close, his body tensing, when the unmistakable sound of heels on hardwood floor echoes through the room. Panicked, he tries to cover himself, but it's too late. Yasmin stands in the doorway, her eyes taking in the scene, a mix of shock and intrigue playing on her face.