The first time it happened, it wasn't planned.
Lila had been restless for weeks, caught between the dull rhythm of her marriage and the sharp edge of fantasies she barely dared whisper to herself. Her husband, Adam, was everything she had once thought she wanted. Steady, loyal, gentle but somewhere along the way, desire had curled into something darker, something unspoken.
It was Adam who found the courage to name it.
They were lying in bed late one night, the room thick with shadows, when he murmured, "What if I let someone else… touch you? What if I watched?"
Lila had turned to him in shock, but his eyes dark, hungry, pleading told her it wasn't a joke. She couldn't stop the way her pulse had raced, the way her body responded before her mind could catch up.
Now, weeks later, the fan
