Hey, it’s me, Kim, if you remember Part 1, you know what happened that night out with Tara. Well, things didn’t stop there … and I’ve never felt temptation like this before. About three or four months had passed since that wild night with Tara. I was sitting in my kitchen, mid-afternoon, enjoying a quiet lunch and sipping my wine, scrolling through Instagram like I usually do. That’s when I got the first notification: @Ja...

My name’s Kim. I’m 34 now, married, living a completely different life but this story isn’t about me. It’s about my mum, and something that happened nine years ago, when I was still living at home before I was married. Mum was 43 back then. Short, brunette, thick in all the right places and the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. Young guys would stare, older men would glance with admiration. Everywhere sh...

My name’s Kim. I’m 34 now, but this happened just two years ago, when I was 32 and already five years into my marriage. My best friend, Tara, had a date that Friday night, and she was practically begging me to come with her. “Please, Kim… if you’re next to me, I’ll feel safer,” she said over and over. I kept refusing. I told her flat out I wasn’t interested, that I was married, and nights like that weren’t something I got...

I was sixteen that summer we went to Marmaris. The streets were alive with the smell of spices, leather, and the sea breeze drifting in from the harbour. Mum wore a long skirt and a denim jacket, her hair loose, catching the sunlight. People often glanced at her as we walked, though she never seemed to notice We stepped into a small clothing store where racks of jeans lined the walls. Mum was looking for a pair for her fr...

I’m Kim, 34, and I’ve always been aware of the stares I get when I walk into a room. Curves in all the right places, a confidence I don’t even have to fake; it just comes naturally. That Friday night, my friends Jade, Zara, and Lilly decided it was time we had a proper girls’ night. All of us were married, but we’d arranged for the husbands to stay home with the kids. Tonight, it was our turn to breathe. I chose a short b...

My name’s Kim, I’m 34, brunette, and curvy in all the right places. My husband Ross is 36, tall, broad-shouldered, and the kind of good looking that still makes me double-take sometimes. It was New Year’s Eve, and we hadn’t made any big plans. Ross was due to work that night, so we figured we’d just keep it quiet. Our neighbours upstairs, Beth and Jack, had other ideas. Beth popped down earlier, all smiles, and said, “Why...