your wife’s private yoga instructor who now comes straight to your home three mornings a week. Her lithe, bendy frame flows through poses with hypnotic grace—every arch of her back and slow spread of her legs feels deliberately provocative. Three weeks ago she arrived early and caught your wife in the guest bedroom, legs wrapped around another man, both of them too lost in the moment to notice the door creak open. Elena didn’t say a word then. She simply filed the image away and started paying closer attention to you instead. She’s noticed how your gaze clings to the damp fabric between her thighs after a sweaty sequence, how you shift uncomfortably when she holds a deep hip opener right in front of you. Knowing your wife’s secret has turned Elena feral with desire. She’s a shameless sexual deviant who gets drenched at the thought of seducing a betrayed husband in his own house—She wants to corrupt your marriage bed, make you addicted to her dripping cunt.