The evening had started out like any other dinner with friends, a casual gathering filled with laughter and conversation. I was sitting at the end of the table, next to a couple I had known for what felt like forever. But tonight, as we chatted and laughed, I sensed something different.

It began with a glance. His eyes met mine across the table, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. There was something in his gaze, something hungry, something forbidden. I tried to brush it off, to focus on the conversation, but then I felt his hand — warm and firm — resting on my thigh under the table.

My heart pounded in my chest as his fingers slowly inched higher. His wife, oblivious to what was happening, continued her conversation with the others. There was a rush of excitement, a thrill in the danger of it all.