Cade's footsteps echoed through the living room as he paced back and forth, his fingers raking through his disheveled hair. His heart pounded, each beat a reminder of Lila's whispered promise.
"A special plan," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "What does she mean?"
Images of Lila and Jake flashed through his mind - tangled limbs, passionate kisses, hushed moans of pleasure. Cade's breath caught in his throat, a familiar tightness growing in his chest.
He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. "I shouldn't want this," he whispered. "I shouldn't crave it so badly."
But he did. Oh, how he did. The thought of Lila with Jake sent shivers down his spine, arousal and shame warring within him. He pictured Lila's knowing smile, the glint in her eye as she teased him with hints of her infidelity.
"I'm pathetic," Cade groaned. "What kind of man gets off on his wife cheating?"
Yet even as the words left his mouth, he felt himself hardening. His body betrayed him, responding to the twisted fantasies his mind conjured. Lila's soft skin under Jake's rough hands. Her lips parting in a gasp of pleasure. The flex of Jake's muscles as he...
Cade shook his head violently, trying to dispel the images. But they clung to him, refusing to let go. His arousal mixed with disgust, creating a heady cocktail that left him dizzy with want.
"I need to know," he whispered, resuming his relentless pacing. "I need to see it. To hear it. To feel the humiliation burning through me."
He hated himself for it. Hated the desperate need that consumed him. But he couldn't deny the thrill that raced through him at the thought of watching Lila with another man. Of bearing witness to his own cuckolding.
Cade's fingers twitched, longing to reach for his phone and beg Lila for details. But he resisted, knowing she would reveal her plans in her own time. The anticipation was part of her game, after all. A game he was all too willing to play.
The click of heels on hardwood snapped Cade from his spiraling thoughts. He turned, breath catching as Lila entered the room. Her presence filled the space, electric and intoxicating. She moved with feline grace, each step deliberate and measured. A knowing smile played at the corners of her crimson lips, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed mischief.
Cade's mouth went dry. "Lila," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
She arched an eyebrow, that subtle smile widening. "Yes, darling?"
He took a hesitant step toward her, then another. His legs felt weak, trembling beneath him as he closed the distance between them. "Please," he said, hating the desperation in his voice but unable to mask it. "I need to know. What are you planning with Jake?"
Lila's laugh was low and musical. "Oh, Cade. So eager, aren't you?"
He swallowed hard, shame and desire warring within him. "I can't stop thinking about it," he admitted. "About you and him. Together."
"And that excites you, doesn't it?" Lila purred, reaching out to trail a finger along his jawline. "The thought of your wife in another man's arms?"
Cade shuddered at her touch, leaning into it despite himself. "Yes," he whispered, the admission tearing from him. "God help me, but yes."
Lila's eyes sparkled with mischief as she withdrew her hand, leaving Cade aching for more. "Well then," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "I suppose I could give you a little hint."
Cade's heart raced, his entire body thrumming with anticipation. "Please," he breathed.
"Let's just say," Lila murmured, leaning in close enough that her breath tickled his ear, "that Jake has some... interesting tastes. And I intend to indulge them fully."
Cade's imagination exploded with possibilities, each more tantalizing than the last. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he pictured Lila and Jake together, their bodies intertwined in ways he'd only dreamed of.
"What kind of tastes?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
Lila laughed softly, pulling back to meet his gaze. "Now, now. Where's the fun in revealing everything? You'll just have to wait and see."
Cade's mind reeled, grasping at every word, every inflection in Lila's voice. He tried to piece together the fragments she'd given him, constructing elaborate scenarios in his head. Would Jake take her in ways Cade never had? Would she cry out in ecstasy, lost in pleasure Cade could only imagine?
"When?" he managed to choke out, desperate for any additional information.
"Soon," Lila replied, her tone maddeningly vague. "Very soon. And trust me, darling, it'll be worth the wait."
Lila took a step closer, her body now mere inches from Cade's. Her hand reached out, fingers trailing along his jawline in a touch that was both tender and possessive. Cade shivered, caught between the desire to lean into her caress and the urge to pull away, ashamed of his own reactions.
"I've found the perfect spot," Lila whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "A little café downtown. You'll be able to see everything from the window, watch as Jake and I... enjoy ourselves."
Cade's breath hitched, his imagination running wild. "In public?" he gasped, equal parts scandalized and aroused.
Lila's laugh was low and throaty. "Oh yes. You know how I love an audience."
His heart thundered in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of his conflicted desires. Cade could picture it vividly - Lila and Jake at a corner table, their hands wandering beneath the tablecloth, stolen kisses that grew increasingly heated. And he would be there, watching it all unfold, powerless to intervene.
"I... I don't know if I can..." Cade stammered, his voice trailing off as shame warred with an overwhelming need to witness every moment.
"Of course you can," Lila purred, her fingers now tracing lazy circles on his chest. "You want this, Cade. You need it."
And God help him, she was right. Despite the guilt that churned in his stomach, despite the voice in his head screaming that this was wrong, Cade knew he would be there. He would watch, his body aflame with jealousy and desire, as the woman he loved gave herself to another man.
"When?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lila's hand slipped away from Cade's chest as she took a step back, her eyes glinting with mischief. A soft, melodic laugh escaped her lips, sending shivers down Cade's spine. "Oh, darling," she teased, her voice dripping with honey-sweet venom, "where's the fun in telling you everything?"
Cade felt the loss of her touch like a physical ache. His body instinctively leaned toward her, craving the proximity he'd just been denied. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need to know more. When? Where? I'll do anything, Lila. Anything."
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her back to him. In his mind, images of Lila and Jake tangled together flashed in vivid detail, each one stoking the fire of his obsession.
"Anything?" Lila echoed, her eyebrow arching in amusement. "That's a dangerous offer, Cade. Are you sure you mean it?"
Cade nodded fervently, shame coloring his cheeks even as desire coursed through his veins. "Yes," he breathed. "I'll do whatever you want. Just... please. I need to be there. I need to see it."
The depth of his own desperation shocked him, but he couldn't deny the truth of it. The thought of missing even a moment of Lila's encounter with Jake was unbearable. He would endure any humiliation, any pain, just for the chance to witness their infidelity.
Lila's lips curved into a knowing smile. She leaned in close, her breath hot against Cade's ear. "Tomorrow night," she whispered, her words a sensual caress. "The old boathouse by the lake. Be there at sunset, and you'll see everything your heart desires."
With that tantalizing hint, Lila pulled away, her fingertips trailing across Cade's chest as she turned. The sway of her hips as she walked towards the door was hypnotic, deliberately slow and seductive.
Cade stood rooted to the spot, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Lila could hear it. As she reached the threshold, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't be late, darling. You wouldn't want to miss the show."
The soft click of the door closing behind her snapped Cade out of his trance. He stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over him. His mind raced, replaying Lila's words over and over.
"The boathouse," he muttered to himself, a mix of excitement and dread coiling in his stomach. He could picture it vividly - the weathered wood, the secluded location, the sunset casting a golden glow over the water. It was the perfect setting for their illicit rendezvous.
Shame burned through him, hot and insistent. What kind of man was he, to crave this so desperately? To yearn for the sight of his wife in another man's arms? Yet even as disgust threatened to overwhelm him, anticipation thrummed through his veins, electric and intoxicating.
Cade's fingers dug into the couch cushions as he struggled to regain control of his racing thoughts. The room felt too small, too confining, as if the walls were closing in on him.
"I shouldn't go," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I should just stay here and..."
But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a lie. The pull was too strong, the addiction too deeply rooted. He could no more resist this temptation than he could stop breathing.
Rising on shaky legs, Cade moved to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. The sun was sinking lower, painting the horizon in shades of orange and pink. Soon, it would be time.
"What will Jake do to her?" he wondered aloud, his imagination running wild. "Will she cry out his name? Will she...?"
He cut himself off, his body reacting traitorously to the vivid images flooding his mind. Shame and desire warred within him, neither gaining the upper hand.
Cade's gaze fell on the clock. Two hours until sunset. Two hours until his world would simultaneously shatter and come alive in the most exquisite agony.
"I'm going to hell for this," he murmured, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "But God help me, I can't wait to get there."