Pawned Wife: The Debt Paid with My Body

I was named Bianca Hartley, and from a young age, I knew I was different from other women.

Not only was I well-endowed, but my desire for the opposite sex was several times stronger than that of the average person. Ever since I was a child, I loved exploring the mysteries of the body. While bathing, I would lie flat on the floor like a frog, rubbing my private parts against the damp tiles.

As I grew older, things spiraled out of control, and I suffered daily from the torment of an insatiable thirst. In the beginning, my husband was able to satisfy me. However, over time, he lost his edge and couldn't get it up anymore.

Day after day, I felt sexually neglected in my own marriage. The pent-up desires in my body grew more intense with each passing day.

My husband, Ernest Bowman, took me back to his hometown in the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Come to think of it, that was my first time staying in a village. I had grown up in the city, and even when I visited the countryside, it was always just for a few hours. I had never spent a night there before.

I had heard that nights in the countryside were exceptionally serene. I also heard that the men there went to bed early, woke up early, and were physically strong.

More importantly, because they frequently worked in the fields, they possessed thick, firm muscles and appeared extremely robust. Ernest's three childhood friends had exactly that kind of physique.

That night, the four of them huddled in a small room at my mother-in-law, Maisie Knox's house to play cards. I sat beside them, snacking on chips and occasionally refilling their cups.

The room was small to begin with, and with the windows closed, there was no ventilation. The air was heavy with musk, and it stirred something deep inside me. The desire I'd been suppressing flared up, prickling beneath my skin.

I desperately wanted to scratch that itch... but in a space this small, I'd be caught instantly. So, I had no choice but to hold it in, squirming restlessly and grinding against the seat to soothe the tingling sensation.

Just then, Ernest noticed that his friends' cups were empty and asked me to take the kettle to refill them. The hot water was in the adjacent inner room. I had barely stepped out when I heard them talking about me.

"Your wife is so damn sexy, Ernest. She's so well-endowed; you must be having the time of your life every night, huh?"

Ernest chuckled and lowered his voice. "You bet! She's a freak in the sheets, and we do it in a different position every night. To be honest, she's wearing me out."

After hearing that, the three of them couldn't help but click their tongues enviously.

"Man, you have it good. You got into college, landed a job in the city, and married a city girl, too."

"Come on, we go way back. We always said that we'd share the good things in life, remember? Your wife's gorgeous, Ernest. Don't be so selfish; let the three of us have a little fun with her, too!"

Ernest laughed it off. "Oh, please. My wife would drain the three of you toothpicks dry!"

Then, the four of them burst into laughter.

Strangely enough, I should've been annoyed when I heard their exchange, but I wasn't. If anything, I even felt a little proud.

All three of my husband's childhood friends were robust, rugged men. The thought of something like that actually happening... made my heart race a little.

After filling up the kettle, I pushed the door open and went back in. The three men fell silent, but the way they looked at me had changed; their eyes were now brimming with greed and desire.