One Wrong Night With My Bestie's Husband

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.