Letting My Wife Be A Surrogate
In the third year of our marriage, I couldn't stand the sexless relationship anymore, so I slipped some drugs into my wife’s soup.
Cindy's cheeks became flushed, her eyes became hazy, and she gave me a seductive look.
This was the first time she had behaved like this around me...
However, when she realized that it was me, she grabbed my throat, furious.
"I told you, my career is my top priority right now. Romance should be set aside first. How could you drug my soup? Do you only think with your lower body?!"
I tried to explain, but she tossed me into the cold swimming pool despite the fact that I was still recovering from surgery.
"Soak in the pool water to clean your filthy mind!"
I pleaded desperately, but she completely ignored me and even had people keep watch to prevent me from getting out.
It wasn't until I was shivering and turning blue from the cold winter night that she finally showed mercy.
I stumbled back to our room, only to hear her suppressed moans.
And the guy on top of her was none other than her brother-in-law!
This was what she meant by putting her career first?
I wiped away my tears, went downstairs, and called my father-in-law.
"Stanley, I agree to let Cindy be a surrogate, but you have to promise me one thing."