At the masquerade ball, a woman named Delilah couldn't resist the tall, dark, and handsome stranger who had been eyeing her from across the room. She had always been drawn to the risk and thrill of sexual exploration, and there was something about his intense gaze that made her heart race. She approached him, her hand outstretched in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Delilah," she said, smiling behind her mask. "What's your name?"
He took her hand, his grip firm and possessive. "My name is Lucas," he said, "and I think you're going to be my dirty little secret tonight."
Delilah felt her breath catch in her throat. There was something about the way he said it, with such confidence and authority, that made her feel alive. She followed him to a quiet corner of the ballroom, where they could talk without being overheard.
As they talked, Delilah couldn't help noticing the way Lucas kept looking over her shoulder. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
He hesitated, as if unsure whether to tell her. "There's something you should know about me," he said finally. "Something that might not be to everyone's taste."
Delilah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Try me."
Lucas took a deep breath. "I'm a cuckold," he said. "I like to watch other men fuck my wife."