I was a woman with a strong appetite for intimacy. After a car accident, however, my husband couldn't get it up anymore…

My name is Susan Gibbs. I'm 30 years old, and I've been married to Henry Gibbs for five years. Our life together is simple, steady, and happy.

I loved Henry deeply.

Before him, I had never known that kind of pleasure. Being with him taught me just how wonderful it could feel to be a woman.

But everything changed last year, when a car accident took that part of him away.

It was hard for me to accept, but I never once thought about giving up on him. We traveled all over looking for help, visiting specialist after specialist, trying every men's health clinic we could find.

In the end, every doctor told us the same thing. They suggested stimulation therapy, saying it might trigger his body into recovering.

The so-called therapy basically meant using different forms of temptation and arousal to provoke a reaction from Henry.

One night, while I was cooking dinner, I suddenly felt a hand slide around my waist.

I jumped and turned around, only to find Henry standing behind me.

He looked unusually excited, a package tucked under his arm.

"Hurry up and open it," he said.

I tore the package open. The second I saw what was inside, my face burned red.

It was an incredibly revealing dress. The material was so thin that it was practically transparent.

Even though my own desires were stronger than most people realized, deep down, I was actually pretty conservative. Every time we had been together before, Henry had always been the one to make the first move.

Still, when I thought about his condition, I agreed.

If wearing something like this could help stimulate him and make him a normal man again, I was willing to do it.

After dinner, Henry climbed into bed almost immediately, clearly impatient as he waited for me.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom wearing that dress, he grabbed me before I could even react and tossed me onto the bed.

At least some of the ache inside me eased.

But the next second, Henry's expression collapsed with guilt. He suddenly slapped himself hard across the face.

"I'm useless."

"What's wrong?"

I hurried upright, but the moment I saw his face, I understood everything. A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him.

"Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me.

I shook my head without hesitation.

"I'm not leaving you."

Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes.

Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep.

I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night.

The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

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The next morning, I had barely opened my eyes when I saw Henry standing beside the bed with another outfit in his hands.

"Honey, wear this to work today."

I took the clothes from him and immediately frowned.

The dress was just as revealing as the one from last night. It wasn't sheer this time, but it definitely showed far too much skin.

My first instinct was to refuse.

But Henry still wouldn't let it go.

"I can't stop imagining you wearing a dress like this at work," he said. "Maybe it'll help stimulate me again."

I sighed before saying, "Alright."

After enough pleading from him, I finally put the dress on.

Henry's eyes practically lit up.

He kept praising how good I looked in it, then insisted on driving me to work himself.

Unfortunately, the car suddenly broke down that morning, so we had no choice but to take the bus to work.

Rush hour on the bus was absolute chaos. The second we got on, Henry got swept away by the crowd.

Meanwhile, I ended up trapped near the window.

The moment I was pinned there, I could feel countless eyes on me from every direction. My whole body stiffened with discomfort, and every time the bus jolted, I could feel someone brushing against my thigh.

I tried leaning back to avoid being groped, but the bus was packed too tightly.

Just when I was reaching my limit, a tall figure suddenly stepped in front of me, shielding me from the crowd around us.

He was a broad-shouldered man with a sharp, rugged face. He lowered his head slightly to look at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his deep voice rumbled softly.

"You're beautiful."

A heavy, masculine scent surrounded me, making me freeze for a second.

"Thank you..."

I looked at his powerful build and the muscle packed into his bare forearms. My heartbeat instantly sped up so hard that it felt ready to burst out of my chest. Just looking at him made my whole body feel hot.

My body actually reacted to him.

The realization startled me so badly that I quickly turned around.

But the next second, I felt him press in behind me, and his hands started wandering.

His sudden boldness scared me. I wanted to struggle free, but instead, he became even more daring.

I was a conservative woman, so even though what he was doing crossed the line, I didn't dare make a scene.

For the first time in my life, the commute felt unbearably long.

After what felt like forever, the bus finally reached my company.

I walked off numbly.

Humiliation and shame flooded through me, but strangely enough, buried underneath it all was the faintest trace of satisfaction.

I shook my head hard, forcing myself not to think about it.

Everything I was doing was for Henry's treatment.

The moment I entered the office, all the male coworkers looked over.

I had always been considered attractive, especially because of my figure. More than a few coworkers secretly fantasized about me. But I usually dressed conservatively and kept proper boundaries, so nobody had ever gotten the chance to take advantage of me.

Seeing me show up to work dressed this revealingly left everyone stunned.

Even during work hours, several male coworkers deliberately dropped things on the floor, then bent down under their desks to pick them up, taking forever before straightening back up.

My face burned the entire time. I could only keep my legs tightly together and try my best not to expose myself.

That whole day felt like torture.

Finally, it was time to get off work.

When I got home, Henry had just returned from grocery shopping. He looked at me with concern.

"Honey, nobody on the bus messed with you this morning, right?"

"How could they not? Some creep took advantage of me!"

I told Henry everything that had happened on the bus, my voice full of grievance.

Henry kept comforting me. "Some friends are coming over tonight. They're business partners. Put this dress on for me, okay?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a revealing lace dress.

It was the same style I had worn the night before, sheer in all the wrong places, with ripped patterns woven through the fabric.

The fabric was practically transparent. You could see almost everything through it. Wearing something like that at home was one thing, but there were guests coming tonight. How was I supposed to wear that in front of other people?

"Honey, please. I really want to see you in this dress."

Henry kept pleading with me.

But by now, I understood something: every time I gave in to one of his requests, his desires only grew worse.

So, this time, I decided I wasn't going to indulge him anymore.

After I firmly refused, Henry backed down disappointedly and settled for the outfit I was already wearing.

Not long after, guests started arriving at the house. Some were friends, others were business partners.

When I walked out of the kitchen in the revealing dress I wore to work, every man in the room stared so openly that my skin crawled.

"Man, you seriously lucked out. Your wife's gorgeous."

One of the men grinned, his eyes glued to me the entire time.

Henry didn't mind at all. If anything, hearing other men compliment me only boosted his ego.

"After dinner, let's hit a club," Henry suggested.

Everyone immediately agreed.

Henry turned to me and insisted I come along, too. I tried to refuse, but he wouldn't let it go, so eventually I gave in.

What I didn't expect was that, after dinner, Henry dragged me back into the bedroom and forced me into the sheer dress from before.

"Honey, please. Just this once. Wear it to the club for me."

I was furious enough to feel heat rising behind my eyes, but things had already gotten this far. All I could do was warn him that this would be the last time.

Henry smiled and nodded over and over.

That night, our group headed to a nearby club and booked one of the large private rooms. I sat beside Henry, with one of his friends on my other side.

Every time I glanced over, I caught the man sneaking looks at me with those greedy little eyes, scanning my body nonstop. It made my stomach turn.

"Come on, Susan, the mood's perfect. Have a drink with us."

A middle-aged man poured me a full glass of liquor.

I was cautious by nature, so I tried to turn it down, but the others immediately started pouring more drinks while Henry joined in teasing me.

Left with no choice, I accepted the glass. The moment I finished the first drink, my stomach burned.

"Hey, now, you finished Bert's drink. You still haven't touched ours."

Another man laughed as he pushed a fresh glass toward me.

My expression stiffened.

I had a terrible alcohol tolerance, and one glass already made my head spin. If I kept drinking, I would definitely black out.

"Honey, don't kill the vibe. It's just a few drinks," Henry said.

Not wanting to embarrass him, I forced myself to keep drinking one glass after another.

By the end, I had lost count. I collapsed against the couch, dizzy and weak.

Even though my head was spinning badly, I was still conscious enough to feel someone touching me.

A mouth closed around my nipple, sucking slowly, while a hand slid down from my chest, brushing over my flat stomach.

After teasing the soft curls between my thighs, those fingers finally pressed against my swollen folds.

I knew they were already slightly parted.

The man spread them further, rubbing slow circles against the sensitive flesh between them.

"Ah... Don't... Ah..."

I had never experienced stimulation like this before. My legs kept tightening instinctively, clamping together before falling apart again.

Not knowing who it was, I pushed weakly with one hand, but that large hand had already wrapped around my breasts, kneading them greedily.

At the same time, his fingers pinched and rolled my nipple, sending sharp waves of pleasure racing through my body like electric currents.

I couldn't stop trembling.

I wanted more. I wanted it desperately.

Feeling the man's movements, I forced my eyes open slightly.

He lowered his head and kissed me deeply. Then I felt the hard heat beneath him moving closer...