My Husband’s Masked Orgy Secret - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The clock ticked past midnight as I let the straps of my chemise slip down, baring the curves I knew drove Nathaniel wild. My skin tingled with anticipation, waiting for his touch—his lips, his hands, anything.
But instead, his fingers curled around my waist, gently pushing me away. "Sorry, darling… not tonight," he murmured, his voice thick with that helpless frustration men get when their bodies betray them.
I searched his face, but his eyes darted away, shadowed. "Should I… use that thing for you?" he offered weakly.
"Ugh, no!" I huffed, crossing my arms. "Why would I need a toy when I have you right here?"
He pulled me close, silent for a long moment before exhaling. "Sweetheart… do you remember Vincent Roland?"
The name sent a jolt through me.
Last month, we'd been at my best friend's wedding, bored out of our minds during the reception. We'd slipped away, wandering the hotel gardens, laughing under the moonlight—until we turned a corner and froze.
There she was—a woman in a flowing dress, blindfolded, pressed against a tree. Behind her, a man hiked up her skirt, revealing nothing but bare skin beneath.
We stood there, stunned.
The woman's voice trembled. "Honey… is—is anyone there?"
The man didn't even glance our way. "No one," he murmured against her neck, hands roaming.
Just as she arched into him, he ripped off her blindfold—
Her eyes flew open, locking onto ours.
"Oh my God!" She clamped her thighs together, scrambling to cover herself, her face burning crimson.
We bolted like we'd just robbed a bank.
By the time we collapsed onto a bench in the pavilion, my legs were still shaking. I clung to Nathaniel, breathless. "Did you see that? And—wait, did they look familiar?"
A hand clapped Nathaniel's shoulder.
We whirled around. The same couple stood there—now fully dressed, though the woman's cheeks were still flushed. Without the blindfold, recognition hit me like a slap: Vincent, the groom's older brother, and his wife, Sophia.
"Keep this between us, yeah?" Vincent offered Nathaniel a cigarette, casual as if we'd just caught them sharing a drink.
Nathaniel took it, grinning. "Saw nothing. But damn, you've got balls."
"Balls?" Sophia smirked, lifting her skirt again—this time so close I caught the warm, floral scent of her skin.
I'd never met a woman so shameless. Flustered, I buried my face in Nathaniel's chest, but my ears burned as Vincent chuckled.
"Don't mind us. Ten years together—sometimes you need a little… spark."
Curiosity got the best of me. I peeked up. "But why do that?"
Vincent lit his cigarette, exhaling slowly. "Passion fades. Sophia's in her prime, and I… wasn't keeping up."
"Then we tried this," he said, checking his watch. "Brought me back to life. Literally. Now, mum's the word—we've got a party to crash."
Back in our room, we lay in silence.
But Vincent's words echoed in my skull.
Brought me back to life.
Could it really fix Nathaniel?
His voice cut through my thoughts. "Vincent says my problem's like his. Fixable."
"Why go to him? We could've just… experimented ourselves," I muttered.
Nathaniel pulled me against him, his grip firm. "This isn't a guessing game. Having a guide matters. Unless you want me like this forever?"
My stomach twisted. "What if he blackmails us—"
"Relax. No recordings. I made sure."
I went still. "You're serious?"