After arguing with my husband, Percy Egan, over our intimacy incompatibility, I decide to stay over at Katie Langdon, my best friend's house for the night.

Unexpectedly, Katie's husband, Stefan Foley, has returned from his business trip on the same day. Having mistaken me for Katie, he crawls over my prone body instantly and begins groping me everywhere.

Strong waves of pleasure as well as Stefan's scent attack me from all sides. Dizzy from the sensations, I find myself panicking because of how abruptly these powerful yet foreign feelings are overwhelming me.

Meanwhile, Stefan's huge member keeps wedging against me. It makes me feel as though it can kill me just by penetrating me.

For the first time ever, my body trembles in a mixture of fright and anticipation.

I, Jillian Archer, had just become a newlywed wife.

I had perfectly proportioned measurements, and I was blessed with smooth and supple skin. My husband, Percy Egan, always said I was the Ducati of motorcycles—the kind every man wanted to ride.

However, I had begun to realize that he didn't quite match a top-tier machine like me.

Before getting on, he always bragged that he was going to ride me hard. But because his "part" was too small, he couldn't handle me at all. In the end, he always crashed and burned spectacularly.

After the ride, he didn't even bother with maintenance. He just rolled over and went straight to sleep.

Left with no choice, I would end up slipping into the bathroom alone to cool the heat simmering in my body.

I couldn't bear living perpetually in a state of limbo whenever we did it. I went online to look it up and saw people talking about how "it" could be enlarged.

I knew very well that would hurt Percy's pride, but I was a woman. I had needs!

In the end, I told him about it anyway.

After I brought it up, he even lectured me! He claimed that anything over three inches was abnormal. He then emphasized that he was perfectly fine as he was, and that I had the nerve to suggest he was some kind of invalid.

He was lying. Wasn't the bigger it was, the better?

Still, I had been raised strictly. I was completely inexperienced when I got married. Percy was the first and only man I had ever been with. I didn't know what other men were like.

As I was naive and clueless, I had no choice but to believe him.

However, the emptiness and yearning in my body made it hard to bear.

After yet another failed "ride", I burst into tears.

"You have to be lying to me! I might be innocent, but I'm not stupid!" I wailed.

To my shock, instead of acknowledging any fault of his own, Percy flew into a rage. He said I was born to be a slutty hooker.

With nowhere else to go, I turned to my best friend, Katie Langdon, for help. She said her husband happened to be away on a business trip, so I could stay at her place for a few days.

When she saw my swollen and red eyes, she asked what had happened with concern.

I told her everything.

"Am I really a slut?" I asked.

Katie couldn't help laughing. "Your husband's an idiot. The nerve of him to say that! Why don't you borrow Stefan for a test drive? Then you'll see how ridiculous yours really is."

I was stunned.

I knew she was joking. But truthfully, I had fantasized about her husband, Stefan Foley, more than once. After all, Katie was always bragging about how strong he was and how good he was at making her feel amazing.

I had met him before. He was tall and had a muscular build, with eight-pack abs to boot. Just one look was enough to tell that he was physically might.

If I really could spend one night with him, it would probably feel incredible.

"Oh my gosh! What was I even thinking? That's my best friend's husband!" I exclaimed inwardly.

Good thing Katie didn't know what was running through my mind. She would've called me a slut. She had merely been joking earlier, but I had taken it seriously.

After chatting a little longer, we both started to feel sleepy.

Even though Katie and her husband had a loving relationship, they slept in separate rooms for the sake of better rest. Since he wasn't home tonight, I slept in his room.

The moment I walked in, I noticed a thong lying on the pillow.

At first I thought it was Katie's, but this thong was huge. There was no way my petite friend could wear something that size.

That meant it had to be Stefan's.

I never would have guessed he was into such clothing. He looked so learned and gentle, yet he wore such racy underwear.

And that bulging outline… It was enormous!

Images immediately filled my mind. He had such a good physique. If he were standing in front of me wearing only that thong, bare-chested, asking me to help him take it off…

My mouth suddenly felt dry as that thought formed in my mind.

My reason reminded me I was in someone else's home, so I couldn't behave recklessly. But my body sang a different tune. It told me to stop pretending, and that I needed someone to soothe me right now.

In the end, I couldn't resist. I threw myself onto the bed without thinking.

Outrageous and immoral fantasies kept flashing through my mind. Before I realized it, I was clutching that thong and absentmindedly reaching beneath my night dress.

I was very familiar with that kind of self-supplied pleasure. Whenever Percy failed to satisfy me, this was how I relieved myself.

But that night, I tossed and turned. I rubbed hard for nearly half an hour, yet all I felt was emptiness—endless emptiness.

The image of Stefan's face and body refused to leave my mind. I truly wanted him to take me just once. Just once would be enough.

Even as my strength gave out and I drifted toward unconsciousness, that was still what was on my mind.

In the middle of the night, while I was half-asleep, I suddenly felt my legs being pulled apart.

Was this a dream?

The next second, a rough, calloused hand began stroking me between my thighs back and forth. It sent waves of shivers through my body.

I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. It felt so good!

The stimulation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn't want to open my eyes. I even hoped it wasn't a dream. If there truly were a strong, virile man pressing me down at that moment, that would be utterly blissful.

Just as I was sinking helplessly into the pleasure, I felt a warm breath against my ear.

I jolted awake instantly.

Wait. This didn't feel like a dream. There really was someone on top of me.

Could it be Katie? Why would she be fooling around in the middle of the night?

I was just about to turn over and tell her to stop when the person behind me murmured hoarsely into my ear, "Darling, I want you."

That voice.

Oh God. I knew instantly who it was.

I screamed for help internally. Wasn't Stefan supposed to be on a business trip? Why had he suddenly come back?

And, judging from the situation, he clearly thought I was his wife.

What was I supposed to do? If I told him right now that he had the wrong person, wouldn't that be unbearably awkward?

Besides, people always said you shouldn't startle men when they were aroused, or else something terrible might happen.

His hands grew bolder and bolder, igniting every sensitive place on my body. Before long, I had melted into a puddle beneath him.

It was only foreplay, yet the pleasure he brought me already surpassed anything Percy had ever given me. I felt like I was about to lose control.

My reason screamed at me to stop, yelling desperately that this was wrong. But my body pleaded for him to continue.

I nearly had a mental meltdown from being torn apart by those strongly contradictory feelings. What was I supposed to do?

Just then, Stefan suddenly pushed my legs open as far as they would go and lowered his head…

In an instant, a burst of blinding white light filled my entire mind. A wild, uncontrollable wave of pleasure left me nearly senseless. I had never experienced anything like it before.

If even just his mouth could make me feel this way, then his…

I didn't dare imagine how much of an overwhelming experience that would be.

Stefan truly was skilled with women.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Darling, why are you so wet tonight?"

As he spoke, he flipped me over and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. He pulled my hands toward him to help him undo his belt.

My heart pounded violently in chaos.

This was my last chance! Should I tell him he had mistaken me for someone else?

But then what about all my reactions just now? He would definitely think I was some kind of loose woman. He might even ask why I hadn't said anything at the beginning.

After a long moment of inner turmoil, I clenched my teeth and unfastened the buckle.

It was too late. There was no turning back now.

I said that to comfort myself silently. Hadn't Katie joked that I should try him? Well, I truly wanted to experience the man who left her dizzy and weak that she bragged about.

My willingness seemed to encourage him. His breathing grew heavy, and his gentlemanly demeanor was all but gone. He was like a beast set ablaze by desire.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he yanked off my already-soaked underwear.

Cool air rushed over my exposed skin. That sense of forbidden madness and reckless thrill finally shattered what little reason I had left.