Like a tigress, wonderfully nude and lustfully feral, your lover’s wife crawls towards you. Baring her fangs and looking upon your young body as a predator who has found her weak and injured prey.
And yet as she nears you, in a long, theatrical stretch, you catch her cheeks with your palms and whisper just before you and she kiss.
“I see why he likes you. After I take him, you’ll find another man.”