My Best Friend's Camera Trap - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My best friend's boyfriend is a walking fantasy—chiseled abs, raw power, and the kind of confidence that makes your pulse race.
After a fight with my husband, I crashed at Sophia's place. But instead of comfort, I got a front-row seat to their steamy romance. Every glance, every touch—it was like watching a live-action porno I wasn't supposed to see.
And then, one day… I crossed the line.
My name is Jasmine Anderson. I teach ballet, and thanks to my high estrogen levels, I've always had… needs.
Unless it was that time of the month, my husband and I were inseparable at night. But after our latest fight, I packed a bag and moved into Sophia's apartment, expecting him to come crawling back within days.
Two weeks later? Radio silence.
My pride wouldn't let me cave, but my body had other plans. Every night, I took matters into my own hands—literally—while Sophia was out.
Then, one afternoon, I was in the bathroom, lost in my own little world, when the front door swung open.
Shit. Sophia's home early.
I needed to finish fast.
But then—
"W-Wait… What if Jasmine's here?" Sophia's breathy voice cut through the air.
"She's not. The place is empty," came Derek's deep, confident reply.
I froze.
Derek Hill—personal trainer, walking Greek god, and the man who'd starred in more than a few of my late-night fantasies. Every time I saw him, I'd go home and demand more from my husband… then imagine what it'd be like under those sculpted muscles.
Sophia called my name a few times.
I almost answered.
But then… I didn't.
After days of solo sessions, a live show sounded way more exciting.
Hearing no response, Sophia relaxed. The sounds of wet kisses and muffled moans filled the apartment.
Then came the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
I pressed my ear against the door, heart pounding.
Derek suddenly paused. "What's this? Your panties?"
Sophia let out a shaky laugh. "Not mine… Must be Jasmine's…"
The second the words left her lips, she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh—fuck—just mentioning her gets you this excited? You've wanted her for a while, haven't you?"
Derek didn't even hesitate. "She's a ballet dancer. That tiny waist, that elegance—what man wouldn't?"
My face burned.
I'd fantasized about him while with my husband… and here he was, doing the same with me while buried inside my best friend.
Leaning against the wall, I listened to Sophia's desperate cries, Derek's powerful body flashing in my mind.
The heat between my thighs flared back to life.
My fingers slid lower.
And just like that… I was done playing the good girl.