My name is Jessica, and I’m a dance teacher. “The perfect woman” – that’s how my husband describes me. And what he means by “perfect” is what every man dreams of: wild in bed, but ladylike in public. But ever since my husband went abroad, I’ve been struggling with loneliness… That night, just as I lay down in bed after a shower, my phone buzzed with several messages. “Babe, your peach-shaped butt is gorgeous.” “Have you ever touched a man’s abs?” Along with these messages were several selfies. Some were close-ups, others were mirror shots. Each one exuded strong masculine pheromones. As I scrolled to the last photo, I unconsciously swallowed. All these photos were sent by a man named Zack. Our encounter felt somewhat destined. After my husband left, I had nothing to do, so I started going swimming every day. Once, while I was swimming, my anklet got knocked off by someone nearby. It was Zack who picked it up for me. Afterwards, we sat by the pool chatting and discovered a surprising coincidence – he was actually an ex-boyfriend of one of my juniors from college. So we added each other on SnapChat. To be honest, at that moment, I had a feeling that I might end up sleeping with him. Although I had only been with my husband since getting married, I wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. I told myself, if it happens, it happens. If not, I won’t force it. We chatted casually online, both aware of each other’s intentions, but neither of us dared to take the first step. It was as if whoever spoke first would lose. Until last month, Zack suddenly asked about the small tag on my anklet, wondering why it was engraved with “sex”. I was quite embarrassed and told him it was custom-made by my husband. And just like that, we naturally started talking about sex. I was quite satisfied with this smooth transition, and I guess he was too. He said he wanted to take a closer look at my tag. So I took a photo to show him my ankle, but to my surprise, he immediately sent me a video call request. “Babe, you’re so beautiful,” Zack said, his voice hoarse. He claimed he wanted to see the tag, but he kept complimenting my feet. “Have such beautiful feet ever been kissed?” My head felt dizzy. There was a sense of relief, as if we had finally broken through an invisible barrier. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back and started thinking about men. In the end, I couldn’t resist his repeated pleas. As if hypnotized, I slowly lifted the neckline of my nightgown, showing him other parts of my body. That night, I lost control of my desires, lost the chastity of my soul, and emotionally cheated. The next day, Zack wanted to meet up. Although I didn’t agree, I knew I was pretty much on the verge of giving in. Perhaps, on the next lonely sleepless night, I would actively ask him out. Like those housewives in adult movies, sneaking around to have an affair while my husband was away. This stalemate continued for half a month, until Zack asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend at a friend’s gathering. I initially refused, but Zack was very persuasive. He even emphasized that there would be many handsome guys there. After hesitating for a while, I finally agreed. I deliberately chose a tight, short dress to show off my figure, determined to help Zack impress his friends. But as I stood in front of the mirror, trying on different outfits, I felt something was missing. It just wasn’t sexy enough. Until I changed into another ultra-short skirt and bent over to check myself out, I realized what was missing! Of course, an ultra-short skirt should be paired with a thong! After spending a long time picking and choosing, I finally settled on two thin pieces of fabric – one on top and one on bottom. I didn’t even wear a bra. Bending over or squatting down would definitely reveal more than intended. With this daring outfit, I headed to the nightclub where the gathering was taking place. Zack, who had received my message, came out to meet me at the entrance. When he saw me, his eyes lit up for a moment. I naturally caught that glimpse of amazement in his eyes, feeling a bit smug. It wasn’t for nothing that I had spent so long getting ready. I swear, although I was mentally prepared to sleep with Zack, I had no intention of seducing his friends. However, when I entered the private room on his arm, I wavered. Zack hadn’t lied to me; his friends were indeed all handsome. “Wow, you’re so beautiful! Zack said he was bringing his girlfriend, but we didn’t believe him. Looks like he really hit the jackpot…” “We were thirsty earlier, so we ordered some drinks.” Looking at the glasses on the table, I felt a bit uneasy. In nightclubs, the most taboo thing is to drink beverages or alcohol handed to you by strangers, or even to leave your drink unattended. If a girl goes to the restroom, it’s best to get a new drink when she comes back, to avoid someone spiking it. This is common sense for girls who frequent nightclubs! Sleeping with someone is one thing, but being drugged is another matter entirely. Who knows what might be in that drink? Men can do crazy things when they’re horny. And what if they recorded a video? Seeing my hesitation, Zack smiled and said, “I’ll drink it for her.” He then picked up the glass in front of me and downed it in one go. He went to the bar himself to get me a cocktail and brought it back. Zack’s normal expression gradually eased my wariness, and I started sipping the drink. After a while, the nightclub’s music started playing. To heat up the atmosphere, some scantily clad girls came out to dance. I finished my drink and joined them on the dance floor. On the dance floor, the music was deafening. You had to get very close to hear each other speak. “Babe, you’re so sexy,” Zack said, hugging me. His hand, originally on my back, moved down to my waist, seemingly trying to explore further. I lowered my head, feeling the man’s body heat, and even enjoyed it a little. Tonight was my 59th day without a man’s touch, and I was starting to feel restless. Just then, I suddenly felt something wasn’t right. A wave of heat seemed to surge through my body, concentrating in my lower abdomen. Even when I was dancing, the friction between my body and clothes sent shivers through me. “What’s going on? Was there something in that drink?” I became alert, but thinking back, I had only had one cocktail since arriving, and Zack had brought it from the bar himself. So I dismissed this possibility in my mind! At this moment, several of Zack’s friends surrounded the dance floor. They started pouring alcohol into my mouth from bottles, and I gulped it down. Zack whispered in my flushed ear, “Babe, you look so alluring when you’re drinking like that. It’s like you’re being loved by a man…” His words made me realize how out of control I was. But being surrounded by these handsome guys made me feel light-headed. I danced wildly, swaying my hips, exuding my charm, gradually losing my rationality. Until I was exhausted and fell into the arms of Zack and his friends. They were so strong, each one more powerful than my husband! I couldn’t help but take a deep breath, and the thick male pheromones immediately made my head spin. Under the influence of alcohol, I completely lost control of myself. I didn’t know whose arms I fell into or who was kissing me. I was kissed until I was dizzy, either from lack of oxygen or from the alcohol. I passed out. I could vaguely feel someone picking me up and then placing me on something soft. As I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my body, as if someone was undressing me. I struggled to open my eyes and saw that the ceiling above me was actually a full mirror. In the mirror, I saw myself spread-eagled on the bed, my limbs tied to the bedposts, completely naked! Even worse, five strong, naked men surrounded me…
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