My Husband’s Masked Orgy Secret - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Sleep wouldn't come that night. My mind kept racing in circles, replaying everything.
I'd seen my share of steamy movies—felt that secret thrill when the scenes got intense—but actually being part of something like that? Never crossed my mind.
Yet Nathaniel had said he'd "never hold his head high again." How could I say no?
I loved him. If this could bring back the man I married, I'd give him whatever he needed.
What I didn't realize? Each step forward would make the next one easier, until my old boundaries felt like someone else's rules.
A few nights later, I was smoothing on a face mask when Nathaniel walked in holding a dress, that dangerous spark in his eyes. "Wear this tonight."
I shook it out—and my face went hot.
The thing was scandalous. Sheer lace plunging to my navel, with a flimsy silk skirt that might as well have been a handkerchief. One wrong move and the whole thing would fall apart. It wasn't clothing—it was a trap.
"I can't wear this! Everyone will see everything!"
But when I faced the mirror, my skin prickled under my own gaze.
Nathaniel pressed against me, his breath warm on my neck. "Tell me how you feel, sweetheart."
"Like some cheap floozy." My pulse hammered as I hid my face in his shirt. "Are we... coming back tonight?"
"No."
"Will you... with Sophia?"
He just guided me toward the shower without answering.
I'd always been too pliant with men, and Nathaniel had learned exactly how to unravel me. He'd had me in his bed within a month of meeting, and nothing had changed.
Cheeks burning, I stepped out of the dress and scrubbed myself raw—just like before our first time.
Except now, the ritual tasted different.
The villa loomed ahead, Vincent and Sophia waiting under the porch light.
Vincent's gaze dragged over me. "Breathtaking, Lillian."
No man had looked at me like that since our wedding. I grabbed fistfuls of skirt, pressing into Nathaniel's side.
Inside, Vincent ushered us to a soundproofed lounge. Disco lights cut through the dark, the bassline thrumming in my ribs.
"Liquid courage," Vincent announced, cracking open beers.
Sophia pressed a mic into my hand, her smile softening the edges of my nerves.
Hours blurred. The alcohol burned through me, loosening my limbs, stirring something hungry low in my belly.
Nathaniel's arms circled me from behind as we mangled a love song.
My hips moved on their own. Because for the first time in forever—Nathaniel was hard against me.
Then I saw them in the shadows. Two bodies moving together, and suddenly the room was too hot.
Too late to turn back now.
Nathaniel lifted me like I weighed nothing, laying me beside Sophia on the couch. His voice roughened. "Time to play, darling."
I'd seen my share of steamy movies—felt that secret thrill when the scenes got intense—but actually being part of something like that? Never crossed my mind.
Yet Nathaniel had said he'd "never hold his head high again." How could I say no?
I loved him. If this could bring back the man I married, I'd give him whatever he needed.
What I didn't realize? Each step forward would make the next one easier, until my old boundaries felt like someone else's rules.
A few nights later, I was smoothing on a face mask when Nathaniel walked in holding a dress, that dangerous spark in his eyes. "Wear this tonight."
I shook it out—and my face went hot.
The thing was scandalous. Sheer lace plunging to my navel, with a flimsy silk skirt that might as well have been a handkerchief. One wrong move and the whole thing would fall apart. It wasn't clothing—it was a trap.
"I can't wear this! Everyone will see everything!"
But when I faced the mirror, my skin prickled under my own gaze.
Nathaniel pressed against me, his breath warm on my neck. "Tell me how you feel, sweetheart."
"Like some cheap floozy." My pulse hammered as I hid my face in his shirt. "Are we... coming back tonight?"
"No."
"Will you... with Sophia?"
He just guided me toward the shower without answering.
I'd always been too pliant with men, and Nathaniel had learned exactly how to unravel me. He'd had me in his bed within a month of meeting, and nothing had changed.
Cheeks burning, I stepped out of the dress and scrubbed myself raw—just like before our first time.
Except now, the ritual tasted different.
The villa loomed ahead, Vincent and Sophia waiting under the porch light.
Vincent's gaze dragged over me. "Breathtaking, Lillian."
No man had looked at me like that since our wedding. I grabbed fistfuls of skirt, pressing into Nathaniel's side.
Inside, Vincent ushered us to a soundproofed lounge. Disco lights cut through the dark, the bassline thrumming in my ribs.
"Liquid courage," Vincent announced, cracking open beers.
Sophia pressed a mic into my hand, her smile softening the edges of my nerves.
Hours blurred. The alcohol burned through me, loosening my limbs, stirring something hungry low in my belly.
Nathaniel's arms circled me from behind as we mangled a love song.
My hips moved on their own. Because for the first time in forever—Nathaniel was hard against me.
Then I saw them in the shadows. Two bodies moving together, and suddenly the room was too hot.
Too late to turn back now.
Nathaniel lifted me like I weighed nothing, laying me beside Sophia on the couch. His voice roughened. "Time to play, darling."
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