She smiled up at him weakly, her chest still heaving from exertion. "It sure was," she agreed softly. Carefully, Emmanuel withdrew from her, rolling to the side and pulling her into his arms. They lay there together, breathing in unison as they tried to catch their breath.

"We shouldn't have done that," she whispered, even though deep down she knew they both wanted it just as much as they had. "Your friend... my husband..."

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. "Don't worry about it, we'll make sure no one ever knows." The truth was, they didn't want this secret to end. It was something special between them - an illicit connection forged in lust and desire. For now, they would savor every stolen moment they could find amidst the chaos of their lives.