My Best Friend's Hot Husband

After my husband couldn't perform anymore, I found myself getting turned on by the feeling of being pressed against strangers on crowded buses.

That day, the bus was so packed that I could barely breathe with all those men pressed against me.

And then they did things to me that should only happen between husband and wife...

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I'm Linda, a lonely pretty housewife in my early thirties.

The loneliness comes from my husband Ben, a urologist who lost his mojo in middle age. Even on our seventh wedding anniversary, when I dressed up in new sexy lingerie and stood in front of him...

He just gave me a cold glance, turned over, and started snoring under the covers.

It made me doubt myself - was I just some washed-up middle-aged woman who couldn't turn heads anymore?

But when I looked in the mirror at my curvy figure wrapped in lace, my fair skin, pretty face, and bedroom eyes...

"I'm not that bad, am I?" I whispered to myself.

My heart ached. Here I was in my prime, when a woman needs physical attention the most, but I was wilting away without any... satisfaction.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated and bitter I felt.

Finally, I laid down next to Ben, who was passed out like a log, and quietly cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, Ben was already gone when I woke up.

After finishing the housework, I headed out to take the bus to Julie's place.

My bestie Julie, who'd been single forever, was finally getting married to her new boyfriend. She asked me to help decorate their new place.

When I finally squeezed onto the bus, it was packed like sardines in a can.

While others looked annoyed by the crowd, I kept a poker face - but inside, I was excited.

Since Ben couldn't perform, I'd started riding the bus more often, especially during rush hour. The more crowded, the better.

Because I'd grown to love the feeling of being pressed up against strange men.

I loved the musky scent of their cologne mixed with sweat.

I loved catching their hungry stares, knowing they were undressing me with their eyes.

With them, I felt desirable again - getting the male attention that Ben couldn't give me anymore.

As that satisfaction filled my emptiness, my body would start responding on its own...

This was my deepest secret that nobody knew about.

Unless Ben became observant enough to notice how I always dressed up before taking the bus - which was totally out of character for me.

Today was no exception - I'd dolled myself up.