The teak closet door swung wide open. Mr. Hendra stood before me, his face flushed crimson with rage, his hand clutching my black underwear caught in the room.Before Mr. Hendra could unleash his fury or swing a punch, Mrs. Farida stepped forward completely composed. Her sheer nightgown, intentionally left unbuttoned at her chest and thighs, instantly showcased her mature curves slicked with the lingering sweat of our passion."Oh, Honey... why are you so worked up first thing in the morning?" Mrs. Farida whispered, her voice drastically shifting—so coy, breathy, and full of seduction.Mr. Hendra froze. His fierce glare instantly wavered and dissolved as his eyes locked onto the captivating sight of his wife's body on this early morning."F-Farida?! Who is this?! Why is there a shirtless guy inside our daughter's bedroom closet?!" Mr. Hendra barked, attempting to maintain his composure even as his voice began to shake.Mrs. Farida let out a soft laugh. Supple and confident, she closed