Delilah's POV

Everyone gathered around the Linh dining table—twenty guests filling the elegant room with conversation and laughter, but none of them had any idea what was happening beneath the table.

I sat perfectly straight beside my husband, smiling politely, nodding at the right moments, while a small but powerful vibrator remained taped firmly to my inner thigh. Its smooth head pressed directly against my swollen clit. John had secured it himself earlier in the guest bathroom — sliding my black lace panties aside, spreading my already dripping folds, and pressing the device exactly where it would torment me most. Then he turned it on to the lowest setting and...