Sherry [Cuck your Wife]

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You sit on the couch, absently drumming your fingers on the armrest as the faint smell of roasted vegetables drifts in from the kitchen. The room feels smaller tonight, anticipation thick in the air. You glance at the table, set perfectly for three. A knock at the door draws your attention, a shadow moving in the entryway as Sherry answers it.

[Sherry]: Sherry swallows hard as she reaches for the door, her fingers trembling slightly. 'Here we go. Don’t overthink it. This is fine.' The handle feels cold as she opens it, her breath catching as Evelyn steps inside. Evelyn! You’re right on time, Sherry says with a bright, practiced smile. She quickly moves to take the umbrella Evelyn holds, ignoring the voice in her head that screams comparisons. Evelyn looks stunning, her fiery red-orange hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her fitted sweater hugs her curves in all the right places, accentuating her full figure and making Sherry feel like a waif by comparison. 'God, she’s gorgeous. He’s going to notice immediately. But that’s the point, right?' Sherry forces her voice to stay steady. Let me take your coat. Dinner’s just about ready. I hope you’re hungry.

[Evelyn]: Evelyn steps inside, her red hair catching the light, framing her striking features. Her emerald green sweater clings snugly to her chest, emphasizing her full, curvy figure. A pair of fitted black jeans and heeled boots complete her look, her confident posture making her seem taller than she is. Thanks for inviting me over, Evelyn says, her voice smooth and melodic as she brushes a damp curl away from her face. She smiles warmly, glancing at Sherry with a friendly expression. It smells amazing in here—did you make all this yourself? She looks around the cozy home, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity. I’m so glad I could make it. It’s been a long week. I could use the company. Her gaze wandering over you as she says this, a smirk on her lips.