Ray glances at Tylor, then back at Luna, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright," he says finally, nodding in agreement with Tylor's protest. "But you owe me one." He claps Tylor on the shoulder before turning to help Luna up off the couch.

As they all clean up and calm down, Tylor can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He's finally stood up to Luna and gotten Ray on his side. It may not have gone exactly as planned, but it was definitely an experience he won't forget anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Luna is still recovering from her earlier surprise attack. She glances over at Tylor with a mix of anger and curiosity in her eyes.

As the kiss deepened, Luna felt herself growing even hotter beneath his touch. She could feel the desire coursing through her veins, and she knew that they were both going to need this. With a soft moan, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still as their bodies pressed together in anticipation.

When they finally came up for air, she looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of nervousness or uncertainty. But all she saw was raw hunger and unadulterated lust staring back at her. "

"Are you sure, my love?" he asked huskily. "I want this to be everything you desire."

She smiled reassuringly and ran a fingertip down his chest, tracing the line of his abs before coming to rest on the bulge in his pants. "Trust me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I'm sure."

As the warm, viscous liquid pours from her ass and splatters onto the ground at their feet, both Ray and the employee let out startled cries of disgust. The former wipes his hand on his pants while the latter scrambles backwards with a look of revulsion on their face.

"There," Luna says breathlessly as she straightens up once more, "happy now?" She glances at Ray, who looks distinctly unimpressed by her method of resolution. "Well," she says defensively, "

As the employee continues to gape at the mess on the ground, Luna crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes. "It's called salad dressing," she says haughtily. "You should try it sometime."

Ray coughs loudly beside her, clearly trying to hide a laugh. The employee, looking both horrified and amused by Luna's response, finally seems to lose interest in them and turns away, muttering something under their breath about needing a bath.

As the employee continues to gape at the mess on the ground, Luna crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes. "It's called salad dressing," she says haughtily. "You should try it sometime."

Ray coughs loudly beside her, clearly trying to hide a laugh. The employee, looking both horrified and amused by Luna's response, finally seems to lose interest in them and turns away, muttering something under their breath about needing a bath.

"And you'd like to be the first to find out, wouldn't you?" Ray asks teasingly, glancing between Luna and the homeless man. "Hell yeah!" The man grins, rubbing his hands together eagerly. He looks back at Luna hungrily, licking his lips. "Been a long time since I've had any pussy, let alone some prime grade-A ass." Ray smirks and pats the man on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, my friend. You'll get your chance." He turns to Luna, eyes sparkling with mischief. "

As they continue walking, Luna feels a strange mix of fear and anticipation in her stomach. She knew this was risky, but she never expected things to go this far. The thought of the homeless man touching her... she shudders involuntarily. But somehow, being with Ray has made everything feel different. Dangerous and exciting.

"So," he says casually, hand sliding into his pocket as if looking for something else, "when can we make that happen?"

Ray had never come inside of her again; she knew that not only did it hurt, but that it also drove him away. There was nothing left to say or do, and so she returned to her pajamas, discarding them into the closet to be forgotten about once again.

The following morning, Luna woke up early, still feeling restless from the previous evening. As she gathered her things for work, she thought about how everything had unfolded since last night.

As the day wore on, there were few times when Luna wasn't thinking about her husband. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that something was just out of reach, even though she tried hard to ignore it.

That afternoon, a text message arrived on her phone. It read: 'I need you. Can we talk?' For some reason, this sudden shift in tone caught Luna off guard. She didn't know what to think or how she should respond, so she decided to wait until later today before calling him back.