The First Night of My Wife with a Young Lover.

A Forbidden Desire in a Futuristic World.

IA

The room was illuminated by the faint glow of a holographic lamp projecting soft blue and golden hues, a cutting-edge device Mark had acquired on the black market of Neo-Madrid, a floating city built over the ruins of the old Spanish capital in the year 2078. The air was thick with an almost tangible tension, amplified by the barely audible hum of surveillance drones patrolling outside the building, ensuring no one interfered with the citizens’ privacy. Mark sat in a synthetic leather chair in the corner of the bedroom, his hands resting on the armrests, his gaze fixed on Clara, his wife, who stood by the bed. She wore a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, that round, eye-catching little ass being her most seductive weapon. Her chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Standing in front of her was Ethan, a young man they had met just a few hours earlier at a clandestine bar in the lower sector of the city. He was young, no older than 25, with an angelic face but a mischievous smile that made it clear he knew exactly why he was there. His dark hair was naturally tousled, and his lean but toned body was evident beneath a fitted white t-shirt, with a cybernetic implant visible on his left wrist glowing…