The Secret

Rob's jaw dropped when he pieced it together—Codi, his wife's bubbly bestie, slinging part-time hours at the sketchy local massage joint for quick cash. He struts in, all smirks, and there she is, wide-eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights. Codi's no dummy; she clocks the threat in his grin and offers up anything—anything—to zip his lips about her gig. As her hands glide over his back during the rubdown, they hash out a devilish bargain that leaves them both grinning like fools. She'll hook him up with a toe-curling happy ending, the works, and keep mum on his latest fling. In return? He plays blind to her side hustle, not a whisper to his wife. Deal sealed, and damn, does it feel good to have the upper hand.