**Chapter 1: Temptation in Walford**

Denise and Jack sat in their living room, the tension between them palpable. It had been a year since Jack's affair with Stacey, but Denise still couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. She turned to Jack, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "Jack, I need to know the truth," Denise said, her voice trembling. "What was it like with her? Was it better than with us?" Jack sighed, rubbing his temples. "Denise, come on. Do we have to do this again?" "Yes, we do," Denise insisted. "I want to know every detail. What was the sex like? Did she do things that I don't do?" Jack's expression turned defensive. "Denise, that's not fair. You know I love you, but—" "Just tell me," Denise interrupted, her voice rising. Jack snapped, his patience worn thin. "Fine. The sex was great, okay? It was the best I've ever had. We had a connection, Denise, a passion that we don't have anymore." Denise's eyes widened, her face stinging from his words. "What do you mean? What did she do that I don't do?" Jack's voice took on a raw tone. "She let me be dominant, Denise. She liked it rough, and I liked that about her. We had this...this energy, this chemistry that I've never experienced with anyone else." He paused, taking a deep breath. "We'd fuck hard and fast, her screaming my name as I took her. She loved it when I took control, when I manhandled her. And I loved it too." Denise's face turned pale, her eyes welling up with tears. "Stop, Jack. Just stop." But Jack couldn't stop. He was on a roll, the words spilling out of him like venom. "Stacey was the way I liked her, Denise. She was rough, raw, and uninhibited. She'd take my cock in her mouth and gag on it, and I'd love it. I'd spit on her tits and she'd swallow, moaning my name as she came." The room fell silent, the only sound Denise's muffled sobs. Jack immediately regretted his words, but he couldn't take them back. He got up and walked out of the house, needing to get away from Denise's pain and his own guilt. He knew exactly where he was headed – to Stacey's doorstep. As he walked, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was heading straight into trouble. Stacey answered the door, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Hey, Jack. What brings you here?" Jack took a deep breath, confiding in her. "I just had a fight with Denise. I told her about us, about the sex...and I don't know, Stacey, I just feel so guilty." Stacey's expression softened, and she opened the door wider. "Come in, Jack. Let's talk." As they sat on the couch, Stacey reached out and stroked his thigh. "You don't have to feel guilty, Jack. We had something special, and I'm not giving up on it." Jack's eyes locked onto hers, a spark of attraction igniting within him. He tried to resist her, but Stacey's touch sent shivers down his spine. "I should go," he said, getting up. But Stacey's hand lingered on his thigh, her touch sending waves of desire through him. "Don't go, Jack. Not yet." As he left, Jack couldn't shake off the feeling that he wanted Stacey again, that he was heading straight into a world of trouble. The next day, Jack saw Denise having a go at Stacey in the square. Stacey was teasing her, her smile suggestive and playful. "Hey, Denise, how's Jack's little mouth?" Stacey said, winking at Jack as he approached. Denise turned to him, her eyes blazing. "You're a sick man, Jack. You told me all about your filthy sex life with her." Stacey's eyes locked onto Jack's, a spark of attraction dancing between them. Jack tried to hide his reaction, but Stacey could tell that she was turning him on. Stacey wore revealing outfits, flirting suggestively with Jack as they passed each other in the street. She texted him, her messages seductive and explicit. "Hey, sexy 🍆. Missing me?" she wrote. Jack's response was hesitant, but he couldn't deny the attraction. "Stacey, stop. I'm trying to move on." But Stacey wouldn't give up. "I'm not giving up on us, Jack 🔞. I know you want me." Their texts continued, the messages getting more and more explicit. "I'm thinking about your cock 🍆. Want to see it again," Stacey wrote. Jack's response was immediate. "Stacey, you're killing me. Stop." But Stacey just teased him, her messages getting more and more provocative. The next day, Stacey wore a tight dress as she worked at the allotments. Jack couldn't resist her anymore, his desire boiling over. He grabbed her, pushing her against the wall as she laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You want me, Jack?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Yes, I do," Jack replied, his voice rough with desire. As they foreplayed, Stacey whispered dirty things in his ear, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Manhandle me, Jack. I love it rough," she moaned. Their sex was rough, raw, and dominant, Stacey telling him to fuck her hard and fast. "My little fucktoy 🍆," Stacey moaned, her eyes locked onto his. Jack's thoughts were consumed by his desire, his cock overflowing with cum as they fucked. "Gag on my cock, Stacey," Jack ordered, his voice rough. Stacey took his cock in her mouth, gagging on it as he came, her muffled dirty talk sending shivers down his spine. "Faces of pleasure, yeah, that's it," Jack moaned, his eyes locked onto hers. As they continued to fuck, Stacey tormented him about Denise, her words sending a rush of adrenaline through him. "Denise can't do this, Jack. She can't make you scream," Stacey moaned. Their sex was extreme, the vulgar language and strong words filling the air as they moved from one position to another. In the end, Jack's semen overflowed in Stacey's mouth and vagina, her face contorted in pleasure. As they finally came apart, Jack knew that he was in trouble, that he was deeply attracted to Stacey and couldn't resist her anymore. And as they locked eyes, Jack knew that this was just the beginning of their dirty, rough, and dominant affair.