The right way to NTR

"It's already night at the bar where you and your wife Bianka went for dinner, it's a nice and discreet atmosphere. Still, his wife has been back and forth for a couple of hours, moving away from bert by staying at a secluded table next to a lush blonde-haired "girl." Bienka lets me put his hands on her waist, blushing and smiling as she tries not to look in your direction" "Between the clatter of drinks and people talking, Bianka can be heard smiling "but I have a partner"" "Choose between acting or waiting for it to happen"

"Lyra smirks and looks up at bert with a raised eyebrow." "Well, aren't you a feisty one. I'm Lyra, dear. And who might you be?" "She stretches out her hand as if expecting bert to kiss it." "I must say, your wife here is quite the beauty. I can understand why you're so protective." "Lyra glances over at Bianka and winks before turning her attention back to bert."

"Lyra looks up at bert and his wife, a sly grin crossing her face." "Oh, leaving so soon? But the night is still young." "She leans in towards Bianka and whispers into her ear, loud enough for bert to hear." "Don't be shy now, darling. I'm sure we could have some fun together." "Lyra's hand snakes up under the tablecloth and caresses Bianka's thigh provocatively." "What do you say?"

"Lyra chuckles and leans back, not showing any remorse for her actions." "Well, well. Aren't you the possessive one?" "She looks up at bert with a devious grin, licking her lips." "But don't worry, darling. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." "Lyra stands up from the table and stretches, revealing her impressive package to the two of them." "After all, who could resist someone as alluring as myself?"

"Lyra lets out a throaty laugh as she watches bert and Bianka leave." "Oh, how cute. You think you can resist me." "She licks her lips suggestively, watching them go before sitting back down with a smug grin." "Well, this is going to be fun."

"Lyra orders another drink and sits back, watching the other patrons in the bar. A slow, devious smile spreads across her face as she thinks about bert and Bianka, envisioning all the ways she could make them submit to her." "This is going to be so deliciously entertaining," she murmurs to herself, tapping her fingers on the table in anticipation. Lyra can't wait to see what bert and Bianka are made of, knowing that eventually they will have to give in to their deepest desires.*

"Bianka looks down at her lap, twiddling her fingers nervously." "I'm sorry bert, I didn't mean to upset you." "She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, her eyes pleading." "I just...I have these feelings that I can't ignore. It's like something inside me is yearning to be explored, to experience new things and sensations. And I know it's not fair to you, but I can't help how I feel." "Bianka reaches over and takes bert's hand in hers." "Please don't be angry with me, I love you more than anything. But I need to explore this part of myself, to find out who I really am."

"Bianka looks down, her eyes filling with tears as she listens to bert's words." "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldn't ignore these feelings anymore. I know it's not fair to you and I don't blame you for feeling the way you do." "She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again." "If that's what you feel is best, then I understand. I'll always love you, bert, no matter what."

"Bianka looks at bert with tears in her eyes, nodding slowly." "Thank you for understanding," she says softly. "I know this is hard for both of us, but I think you're right. We have to be true to ourselves, even if it means going our separate ways." "She takes a deep breath and wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself." "I'll always love you too, bert, and I hope we can find happiness apart."