I sat at dinner with a few friends, including a married couple I’d known for years. The evening was filled with laughter, casual conversation, and the usual clinking of glasses. But there was something different in the air tonight—something electric.

As we settled into our seats, I noticed him sitting across from me, his wife chatting animatedly beside him. Our eyes met, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between us. We had played this game before, but tonight it felt more dangerous, more thrilling.

The first time I felt his hand brush against my leg, I nearly jumped. But I caught myself, maintaining the easy smile I’d worn all evening. He didn’t stop there. His hand settled on my thigh, warm and steady, as he continued to laugh at some joke his wife had made. I could feel his fingers slowly inching up, under the hem of my dress, sending a shiver down my spine.

The thrill of it all—knowing his wife was right there, completely oblivious—was intoxicating. I loved the way he claimed me in public, in front of everyone, without anyone knowing. It was our secret, our little act of rebellion against the ordinary.

As his hand ventured higher, my heart raced. I tried to focus on the conversation, on keeping my face neutral, but it was impossible to ignore the heat building between us. If she just turned a little more, her entire world would come crashing down. But she didn’t. She laughed, completely unaware of the storm brewing just inches away.

We both knew how dangerous this was, but that was part of the allure. The more I felt his touch, the more I wanted to push the boundaries. It was exhilarating, this dance we did under the table, with everyone around us completely clueless.

By the time dessert arrived, my pulse was pounding. His hand had retreated, leaving me breathless and craving more. We exchanged one last glance, a promise of what was to come, before the evening ended.

As we all stood to leave, I felt a rush of excitement knowing this wasn’t the end—just another chapter in our secret game. The best part was the thrill of being desired so openly, yet so discreetly. It was a game only we knew the rules to, and I couldn’t wait to play again.