Once Christian had left the room Serena began to eat the breakfast her husband had prepared. Apart from the coffee, she found she didn’t have any appetite for the food. It seemed a fitting analogy to how she felt about her relationship with Nicholas and her marriage to Christian. One gave her that spike of adrenaline that was a fleeting thrill, the other the nourishment she needed but was just part of a daily routine.<br/><br/>Serena threw back the bedclothes, intending to get up and prepare for her visit to church. Instantly she was assaulted by the funky smell that came from her body. She was still coated with the excretions from the sex of yesterday, and she smelt pretty ripe. However, the smell wasn’t entirely offensive. The scent of bodily musk had intensified and was a deep, rich odor that triggered her memory of yesterday’s events. Her body’s response was tingling between her legs. Serena felt slightly alarmed that she was becoming aroused and headed to the shower to calm down.<br/><br/>An hour later Serena walked into the kitchen to find Christian reading the morning papers. She was dressed in her previous conservative style, kitten heel shoes, below the knee skirt, blouse and cardigan. “I’ll take the car to church today if that’s OK?” she said, more as a statement than a request. She picked up the car keys from the hook on the kitchen wall and kissed her husband on the forehead before leaving for church.<br/><br/>Being Sunday, the travel time was short, taking only half an hour to reach the heart of the city. Serena turned the corner onto the street where the church was located and began to slow down looking for a parking place. She drew up to a couple of empty spots but then drove off. She inhaled deeply, trying to regain some composure. Her behavior no longer seemed to be controlled by her rational self. Despite trying to deny her feelings all that morning she wanted one thing more than anything else. The fact it was Sunday, her day of worship only intensified her current state. Not only was she betraying her husband she was also betraying her faith.<br/><br/>Serena drove to the block where Nicholas’ apartment was. She knew what she was doing was madness. Nicholas might not be there, he might not want to see her, but Serena’s lust was all consuming. By the time she had parked outside the apartment building and exited the car her hands were shaking and her legs felt like jelly. She hurried to the building’s entrance door and pushed the button to Nicholas’ apartment. There was a crackle and a voice said “Hello?” but the distortion of the intercom disguised whose voice it was. “Er… Hi… It’s me… Serena. Can I come up?”.<br/>