"Mm… Slow down, honey... You'll wake Julie..."

Chasing a thrill, my best friend, Natalie Turner, and her husband, Scott Turner, were actually making love right in front of me.

Their hushed, breathy sounds filled the room, intimate and unmistakable. My face burned the entire time, heat rushing straight to my ears.

I barely dared to breathe as I froze in place, waiting until Natalie finally drifted into unconscious sleep.

And then, the very next second, Scott climbed onto me.

My name was Julie Carr. I had perfect curves and soft, pale skin, and I was right at the age when a woman's beauty felt effortless and alive.

And yet, a woman like me somehow ended up married to the wrong man. My husband, Colin Carr, is skinny, weak, and completely useless where it mattered most.

We had been married for almost two years, and I had never once experienced what people called the joy of being a woman.

Today was the breaking point. Natalie Turner, my best friend, sent me another nude photo of her husband, Scott Turner, proudly showing him off like she always did.

Something inside me finally snapped.

I stopped worrying about Colin's pride and said it straight.

"Could you at least try to improve yourself? If nothing else, maybe work on your body a little. Having abs would at least be nice to look at. Even if you finished fast, I could live with that."

That must have hit his ego hard, because he immediately turned on me, accusing me of thinking about it all day.

"If you've got that much free time, go get a job. Honestly, a woman like you should be grateful I married you."

I was so angry that I couldn't even find words. I was a woman with normal needs. Was that really wrong?

Neither of us backed down. The argument ended with both of us furious and silent.

I stormed out of the house in anger. Perfect timing, too. Natalie told me Scott was on a business trip, so I could stay at her place.

Natalie and I had known each other since school. We were incredibly close, the kind of friends who told each other everything.

Ever since she learned how unhappy my marriage was, she had constantly tried to tempt me into cheating.

But even though I felt lonely and frustrated, I was still conservative at heart.

I blushed just wearing slightly revealing clothes.

Actually hooking up with some stranger like she suggested? No way.

Besides, Colin might have been useless in bed, but at least he earned enough to support us.

I could never bring myself to cross that line.

Natalie prepared a huge spread for me, then opened a bottle of whiskey, saying we were spending time together like old times.

We drank happily, and before long, my bad mood disappeared completely.

As the conversation got livelier, that crazy woman suddenly said she wanted to share Scott with me.

"You have no idea how incredible Scott is," she said, grinning. "He lasts forever. Over an hour every time."

Gosh, an hour.

Just imagining it made my heart race.

Scott wasn't just handsome. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had perfectly defined abs.

Honestly, I had secretly fantasized about him more than once before, though I buried those embarrassing thoughts deep inside myself.

No matter how lonely I felt, I couldn't seriously desire my best friend's husband.

I forced a serious expression. "Don't be ridiculous. How could you share your husband with me?"

Natalie shrugged like it was nothing. She said he wouldn't mind. I was her best friend, and she was willing to share anything with me, even him.

I laughed. "Sure. Then lend him to me sometime."

I couldn't help smiling, treating it as nothing more than drunken joking.

By the time we finished drinking, we were both tipsy. We stumbled into the bedroom together and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping soundly, faint rustling sounds woke me.

"No... Julie's still here."

It was Natalie's voice, deliberately lowered.

My mind was foggy, and I wondered who she was talking to.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a figure leaning over her, his head buried against her neck, kissing her.

"Julie can't handle alcohol. She won't wake up," a man whispered.

My heart nearly stopped.

It was Scott.

Wasn't he supposed to be on a business trip? Why was he back already?

"And besides... Doesn't this make it more exciting?"

"Mmm, you're terrible..."

The two of them quickly lost themselves in each other, completely forgetting the world around them.

I was completely stunned.

Natalie and Scott were unbelievably bold. Chasing a thrill, they were actually making love right in front of me.

If they realized I was awake, it would be mortifying!

I barely dared to breathe and squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

But the sounds beside me grew louder, heavier, and more intimate. Natalie sounded like she was completely lost in it.

Unable to help myself, I cracked one eye open.

The moment I looked, my breath almost stopped. Scott was gripping himself, completely exposed.

All the photos Natalie had ever sent me showed him wearing underwear. This was the first time I had seen him for real.

I froze.

He was...far bigger than I had imagined.

If something like that actually entered a woman's body... Could anyone even handle it?

Heat rushed through me instantly. A restless ache spread low in my body, impossible to ignore.

A reckless thought slipped into my mind.

What if, right now, he were leaning over me instead?

The idea alone made my thoughts blur. My entire body stirred awake, restless and alive.

My eyes locked onto him as if glued there, unable to look away. My mouth went dry, while my breathing grew shallow.

I felt like I might actually cry from wanting something I shouldn't.

Then, I heard a soft chuckle.

I lifted my head slightly and met Scott's eyes.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs, heat flooding my face.

He knew I had been watching.

The embarrassment nearly swallowed me whole.

I thought he would stop once he realized I was awake. Instead, he became even more shameless.

The scene was already overwhelming, and now, he knew I was conscious, still secretly watching.

The intensity made heat surge through my body, impossible to suppress.

I squeezed my eyes shut again, trying desperately to calm myself, to hide the changes I could feel happening.

But everything felt too vivid, too overwhelming. My body ignored my will, growing hotter, emptier, and restless in a way I couldn't control.

My breathing turned uneven, quick, and shallow.

I used every ounce of strength to keep my eyes closed, fighting the restless ache spreading through me.

I was terrified Natalie might suddenly turn around.

And then, without warning, a hand pressed against my chest.

My eyes flew open. Scott winked at me.

How could he be this bold?

Natalie was still beneath him!

Panic broke across my skin in a cold sweat. I wanted to shove his hand away, but I was afraid any sudden movement would draw Natalie's attention.

And the moment his hand touched me, a shock ran through my body, unlike anything I had ever felt.

To my shame, I didn't want to push him away.

What was wrong with me?

Still, I shot him a warning look, silently telling him to stop.

To my despair, he only grew bolder, kneading and squeezing my curves as if I were a lump of playdough, molding me into any shape he pleased.

The sensation sent my pulse racing, heat spreading through me as my heart pounded wildly.

Seeing my reaction seemed to excite Scott even more. He watched me closely, his touch growing increasingly daring.

I was terrified, my heart racing as a voice inside me screamed to pull away and escape.

But every brush of his hand felt like electricity, a current traveling across every inch of my skin. My body softened against my will, strength draining from my limbs.

And then I felt it, warmth spreading downstairs, impossible to hide.

As if sensing the change, his hand moved lower, slowly sliding toward my thigh.

His fingertips were slightly rough, the touch sharp at first, yet strangely intoxicating.

My whole body went rigid; even my toes curled uncontrollably.

Natalie was right beside us. If she turned her head right now, she would see that I was not only awake, but also flushed and trembling under Scott's touch.

My heart raced wildly, panic and confusion tangled together.

And yet, I felt excited. Terribly, dangerously excited.

Every nerve in my body turned sensitive. Heat spread through me, as if I were burning from the inside out.

I had no idea how long passed before Natalie finally let out a tired murmur.

"Babe... I can't anymore. Let's continue tomorrow..."

She rolled onto her side and fell asleep almost instantly. Soon, her breathing became slow and steady.

I quietly let out a breath of relief. It was finally over.

And strangely, a hint of disappointment followed.

Why did he stop so soon?

Before I could recover, Scott suddenly leaned over and pressed down on top of me.

"She's out. Now, it's your turn."

What?

Was he insane?

Was he seriously going to do this with me while Natalie slept right next to us?

My heart nearly burst from my chest. I pushed against him immediately, my palms meeting the hard wall of his chest.

His muscles were solid and warm. He was overwhelmingly masculine.

But this crossed every line.

If Natalie ever found out I had betrayed her, our friendship would be over forever.

"G-Get off," I whispered urgently.

Scott showed no hesitation. Instead, he lowered his voice beside my ear.

"If you wake her up, that's not my problem. I'll just say you came onto me."

Before I could react, he pulled me closer and kissed me.

He knew I wouldn't dare struggle too much and risk waking Natalie, which only made him bolder.

His kiss deepened, overwhelming and possessive, stealing the air from my lungs.

With Natalie sleeping inches away, the forbidden tension spread through me instantly.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

I glanced nervously toward Natalie. She must have been exhausted, because she didn't move at all.

Relief washed through me, but my reason hadn't completely disappeared.

"No, you need to stop. If Natalie finds out, we're finished! She loves you so much. She wouldn't survive this."

I tried to make Scott come to his senses.

But he was already too far gone. His rough hands moved again, confident and experienced.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch pulled me deeper, weakening my resistance bit by bit.

My lips kept saying no, yet my body betrayed me, leaning closer, responding without permission.

I even arched slightly, craving more before I realized what I was doing.

Shame flooded me. I couldn't believe I was reacting to Scott like this.

But the tension, the danger, and the closeness of it all dragged me further under.

My thoughts spun. What was I supposed to do?

Then he tried to pull my legs apart.

Panic snapped me back to reality, and I instinctively pressed them together.

"N-No..."

I didn't dare fight too hard, afraid of making noise. To him, my resistance only seemed playful. He lightly smacked my hip, amused.

"Still pretending?" he murmured. "Relax. I'll take care of you."

"That's not..." My voice weakened, my body already losing strength.

He was over six feet tall, broad and powerful, while I felt small and defenseless beneath him.

Deep down, I realized I might not escape tonight.

Neither his persistence nor my own trembling body seemed willing to stop.

A dangerous thought surfaced again.

Natalie had joked about sharing him with me. Wasn't this exactly what she meant?

The idea dissolved the last of my resistance. My hands softened, no longer pushing him away.

Seeing that, Scott grew even more excited. He tore the already soaked T-back I was wearing right off my body.

I knew something irreversible was about to happen.

Heat rushed through my veins, overwhelming reason as excitement swallowed every remaining trace of restraint.