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: @Jayden99 liked your picture.

Then another. And another. My phone buzzed again and again, he’d liked at least five of my pictures then followed me. I kept my notifications on, so I was seeing them in real time. My curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on his profile and froze.

Oh my god!!!

It really was Jayden, the same guy I’d… well, you know. The same guy I’d jerked off that night out with Tara, the night she met Alex.

His profile was full of pictures of him travelling, dining at chic restaurants, and just living a life that screamed confidence and taste. I guessed he must do something like trading or finance, the way he carried himself. My stomach did that familiar little flip as I realized he’d noticed me enough to like multiple pictures.

I figured I’d play it cool. At the very least, I could like one of his photos back. I tapped on a picture of him in his car and hit the heart. Five minutes later, a DM popped up.

“Hey, thanks for the like,” it read. “Your pictures are amazing. How have you been? And how’s your husband?” Then another message came almost immediately, “and how’s Tara?”

My heart skipped a beat. Why mention her? But he was polite, respectful, almost like a gentleman.

I didn’t feel the need to gush or flirt, not yet, so I kept my replies short and casual. Just a little banter, a little acknowledgment, liking his messages when I felt like it. It was safe but exciting.

Something about the way he reached out made my pulse race. I couldn’t tell if it was curiosity, memory, or something else, but I knew one thing, this was about to get interesting.

It was one week after Valentine’s Day when Jayden DM’ed me again.

“Hey. So what did your husband get you for Valentine’s?” he asked.

I shrugged and typed back, “Just roses and chocolate.”

His reply made me smile almost immediately, "Is that all? A woman like you deserves more. If you were mine, all you’d have to do is shop and look after me.”

I couldn’t help it. I smiled, a little blush creeping in as I typed, “Thank you.”

Then he surprised me: “I’d like to give you something.”

I froze, fingers hovering over the screen. “What do you mean?” I asked, curious and cautious.

“I have a gift for you,” he replied.

I raised an eyebrow, sceptical. “Mmmm… and what do you expect in return?”

“Nothing. Seriously. Maybe just a chat or grab a drink, but not what you think, I promise.”

He was persuasive, as always. I finally said, “Look, I’m going shopping next weekend. If you really want to see me and give me a gift, meet me at the shopping centre. Big crowd, lots of people. I just want to be safe and not risk anything.”

Next weekend came, and I arrived at Bluewater around one o’clock. I was dressed casual, long floral skirt, short black top, hair in a bun, black shades shielding my face. Only shopping on my mind.

Then my phone buzzed. “I’m here.”

We arranged to meet at Costa Coffee. When I saw him, my heart skipped. He was just like I remembered, dark chocolate skin, that confident shine about him, muscular, dressed in jeans and an expensive shirt. And that scent, the same one he had last time. I inhaled subtly and felt a familiar shiver run through me.

I felt casual and safe, but inside, I knew things were about to get interesting.

Hello Kim,” he said as I walked up.

“Hello Jayden,” I replied with a smile. His eyes lit up immediately, scanning me from head to toe. I could feel the way he looked at me, almost like he couldn’t pull his gaze away.

“You look amazing,” he said, his voice low but warm.

“Awww, thank you,” I answered, brushing it off with a small laugh.

We grabbed our coffees and sat down, the usual small talk starting off easy. I told him about how my husband had been driving me mad lately, about the girls, just everyday things. He listened, nodding, throwing in the odd joke that made me giggle. Then his tone shifted slightly.

“Since that night,” he said, leaning back, “I couldn’t get you out of my head. You know… you were the first girl to ever reject me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Well, I didn’t technically reject you though, did I?”

He smirked. “Yeah, but we didn’t have sex.”

“True,” I said with a playful grin, “but I did jerk you off.”

His laugh rumbled out, low and deep. “Yeah, you’re right.” We both laughed, the tension loosening but never disappearing.

Then he reached down beside him and pulled out a bag. “This is for you.”

I blinked, taken off guard. “What?”

He handed me a box, and when I opened it my jaw nearly dropped. Inside was a Cartier watch. A Cartier!!!

“Nooo way!” I gasped. My heart raced. I knew how much those cost, at least six grand. That was insane.

At first, I shook my head. “I can’t take this.”

But he leaned forward, gently took it from the box, and slid it onto my wrist. “Look how good it looks on you,” he said.

I stared at it, stunned, joy bubbling in my chest. For a moment, I wasn’t thinking straight. My body moved before my mind could catch up, and I leaned in, giving him the quickest peck on the lips. Just a short, soft kiss as I whispered, “Thank you.”

He smiled, eyes locked on mine. “You’re welcome. And if you were my woman, this is how I’d treat you every day.”

I felt my cheeks flush, my chest tighten. His words lingered in the air, flattering, tempting, dangerous.

After coffee, we started walking around the shopping centre together. I hadn’t planned on going too crazy, just a few new clothes, maybe something small for the girls. But every time I picked something up and went to pay, Jayden was already there, handing over his card before I could even argue.

“Everything’s on me today,” he said smoothly, almost like he’d been waiting to say it.

At first, I tried to protest. “No, no, you don’t have to”

But he cut me off with that smile. “Kim, please. Let me.”

So I let him. And with every swipe of his card, every bag added to my arm, I couldn’t help the way it made me feel. Spoilt. Wanted. Like I was the only woman in the world that mattered.

I wasn’t broke. My husband and I lived fine, but this, this was different. My husband could never, and would never, shower me like this. Not with this kind of effort, not with this kind of joy.

And here I was, walking through the mall with a hot, sexy young man trailing beside me, buying me everything I wanted without hesitation. He looked so proud carrying my bags, so eager to please, and the way women passing by glanced at him only made me feel more powerful.

My heart fluttered in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not just because of the things he was buying, but because of the effort. The attention. The way he made me feel like a queen.

As we walked through the centre, his arm slid around my shoulders, casual but protective. I didn’t push it away. With all the bags dangling from my hands, I almost liked how it felt, like I belonged there, tucked against him, being shown off.

After a while, we decided to eat. He chose a nice restaurant tucked inside the centre, somewhere quieter, with mood lighting and just the right amount of privacy. We ordered food and a few cocktails, the kind of little luxuries that made the day feel unreal.

He wouldn’t stop complimenting me, how good I looked, how much he liked my smile, how I carried myself. I laughed them off, but inside, my chest was warm, my stomach fluttering. Then he leaned closer and said softly, “The day doesn’t have to finish here, you know. We could go out tonight … nightlife, drinks, dancing.”

I shook my head gently. I wasn’t in the mood to go out like that, not tonight. But when I looked at him, and when I thought of the Cartier on my wrist, the mountain of bags at my feet, the way he had spent nearly ten thousand pounds on me in just one afternoon, I felt a deep knot of guilt.

I didn’t want to cheat on my husband. But I also didn’t want to send Jayden away empty handed, after all the effort he had poured into me today. I felt like I owed him something.

By the time we finished our food, my mind was made up. I stood, straightened my skirt, and said quietly, “Come with me.”

He looked confused. “What? Where?”

I gave him a look, a sly smile playing at my lips. “Don’t talk. Just come with me.”

He quickly gathered all my bags and followed close behind as I walked ahead, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. I could feel his eyes on me, his energy buzzing with questions.

“Kim,” he whispered behind me, “where are we going?”

I turned my head just slightly, pressing a finger to my lips. “Shhh. Stop talking. Just come.”

We climbed the escalator to the upper level, away from the crowds, toward the quieter part of the shopping centre where the toilets were. I led him straight to the disabled one, the bigger, more spacious one at the end of the corridor. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed the door open, glanced back at him, and slipped inside.

He followed.

And in that moment, I knew there was no turning back.

The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly it was just the two of us, the muffled sounds of the shopping centre fading away. My heart was hammering in my chest as I leaned back against the wall, breathing a little heavier than I wanted him to notice.

Jayden dropped the bags onto the floor and stepped in close, his body towering over mine, that intoxicating smell of his cologne wrapping around me. His hand brushed my cheek as his lips found mine, hungry, urgent, pulling me into a kiss so deep it made my knees tremble.

I kissed him back. Hard. Passionate. My hands on his chest, then his shoulders, then tangled in the back of his shirt as the kiss grew hotter, wetter, his tongue pushing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating between us, his body pressing harder into mine, and for a moment I almost let myself forget everything else.

Then, between kisses, his lips brushed my ear. “Kim, I want you. I want all of you. Let’s do it right here.”

I froze for just a second, catching my breath, my lips tingling from the kiss. I shook my head softly, whispering back, “No, Jayden. Not that. I can’t.”

He tilted his head, dark eyes searching mine, and said softly, “Just put it in your mouth then”

I shook my head firmly, my pulse racing. “No … hand job only. Like last time.”

He groaned, frustrated, but before he could argue I pressed my lips back against his, kissing him slow and deep, my hands moving lower, sliding across his belt. I pulled back just enough to whisper, “But I’ll do what I did last time.”

His eyes lit up, the lust in them impossible to miss.

Our mouths crashed together again, hot, desperate, his hands roaming my waist and back as I pressed myself against him. My hand moved down, unbuckling his belt, tugging open his jeans. The air grew thick with tension, his breathing ragged against my neck as I teased him, stroking slowly at first, then firmer, my lips never leaving his.

The kiss turned frantic, both of us devouring each other, my hand working him harder, faster, his hips bucking helplessly. Every groan he let out vibrated against my lips, making me even more reckless, my free hand clutching at his shoulder to steady myself.

I whispered against his mouth, “This is all I can give you,” and then kissed him again, deep and wet, my hand sliding in rhythm, my wrist twisting just right, until I felt his whole body tense against mine.

As my hand worked him, his lips trailed lower, pressing hot kisses against my neck. And if anyone knows me, that’s my weakness. The second his mouth touched my skin there, I melted. My whole body buzzed with heat, and I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

He groaned, grabbed my wrist gently, and guided my hand even firmer around him. Then suddenly, he moved, spinning me around so I was facing the wall. “Oh my god, what is he doing?” flashed through my mind.

Before I could react, my skirt was lifted, the cool air hitting my thighs, my ass now bare in front of him. He grabbed a handful, squeezing hard, his other hand pulling my underwear to the side. I gasped, shocked and breathless.

He leaned in, his breath hot against me. I froze. I had never done doggystyle before. My husband was very traditional, we only ever did missionary, and sometimes I’d go on top. But this? Being bent over in a disabled toilet, my ass exposed, Jayden’s hands roaming me, it was something I’d never imagined.

And then reality hit me. I snapped out of the haze and remembered where I was. A shopping centre. A public toilet. My heart raced, but this time with panic.

I spun back around quickly, pulling my skirt down. “No,” I said, catching my breath.

“Please,” he whispered, eyes burning into mine, “I want you. Right here.”

Instead of saying no outright, something else slipped from my lips. “Not now. Not here.”

His eyes narrowed with need. “Then when?”

I bit my lip, still stroking him, refusing to stop. “DM me,” I whispered.

He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine as my hand worked faster, my wrist twisting until his whole body stiffened. With a grunt, he finished in my hand, his breathing ragged, my lips catching his again in a deep, wet kiss.

I quickly cleaned us up, fixed my clothes, and we slipped out quietly, leaving the bags in his arms.

When I got home, I had to stash away half of what Jayden had bought me, there was no way I could explain those things to my husband. As I sat on the bed later, the Cartier gleaming on my wrist, a sly smile tugged at my lips.

I was oddly proud of myself. Twice I’d been with Jayden now. Twice I’d pushed the limits. But twice I’d still managed to avoid having sex with him.

For how long, though? That was the question.

He had spent so much money on me that day, and yet he never once made me feel pressured, never once pushed me harder than I could take. He was gentle, patient and almost too understanding. It made me wonder, why me?

Jayden was young, tall, handsome, and loaded. He could walk into any club, flash his watch, and girls would be lining up for him. So why was he chasing me, a married woman, a mum, someone ten years older than him?

That night, lying in bed beside my husband, my mind wouldn’t let go of that thought. He leaned over me, kissing me softly before sliding inside me, and my body went through the motions out of habit. But my head, my heart, my fantasies were elsewhere.

As my husband moved on top of me, I closed my eyes, and in an instant it wasn’t him anymore.

It was Jayden.

His weight pressing me down, his lips against my neck, his voice whispering filthy things in my ear. The thought alone sent shivers racing through me. Suddenly, every thrust felt hotter, deeper, better. My body clenched around my husband but it was Jayden I was picturing, Jayden’s name I nearly moaned but I bit my lip hard to stop it from slipping. My nails dug into my husband’s back as if it was Jayden’s smooth skin under my hands.

When I finally finished, panting and trembling, my husband kissed my cheek and rolled off me, none the wiser.

But I lay there wide awake, my heart pounding, cheeks burning.

I had just made love to my husband while imagining another man the entire time.

And the worst part?

It felt amazing.