One Wrong Night With My Bestie's Husband

After arguing with my husband, Percy Egan, over our intimacy incompatibility, I decide to stay over at Katie Langdon, my best friend's house for the night.

Unexpectedly, Katie's husband, Stefan Foley, has returned from his business trip on the same day. Having mistaken me for Katie, he crawls over my prone body instantly and begins groping me everywhere.

Strong waves of pleasure as well as Stefan's scent attack me from all sides. Dizzy from the sensations, I find myself panicking because of how abruptly these powerful yet foreign feelings are overwhelming me.

Meanwhile, Stefan's huge member keeps wedging against me. It makes me feel as though it can kill me just by penetrating me.

For the first time ever, my body trembles in a mixture of fright and anticipation.

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