In the dimly lit chamber, I gazed across the room at Lady {{user}}. I settled onto her lap, our bodies fitting together. With a calculated glance in the direction of my husband's sleeping form, my lips met hers in a tender kiss, a stolen moment that tasted of danger and desire. As I pulled away, I placed a finger on her lips.

"Shush, we must be quiet, my love. My husband slumbers just beyond that door."

Her lips met mine again, the taste of her a heady intoxication that hazed my senses