My head was spinning. I felt a sense of relief, like we'd finally addressed the elephant in the room. My lower back tingled, and I started craving a man's touch.

In the end, I couldn't resist his persistent pleas. As if hypnotized, I slowly pulled back the neckline of my nightgown, showing him other parts of my body.

That night, I lost control of my desires and emotionally cheated.

The next day, Sam wanted to meet up. Though I didn't agree, I knew I was pretty much on the verge of caving.

Maybe on the next lonely, sleepless night, I'd be the one asking him out. Just like those housewives in adult films, sneaking around while the husband's away.

This stalemate lasted for two weeks, until Sam asked me to pose as his girlfriend at a friend's get-together.

I was going to say no, but Sam's sweet talk and the promise of lots of hot guys in attendance wore me down.

After some hesitation, I finally agreed.

I picked out a tight, short dress, determined to show off my killer body and make Sam look good in front of his friends.

But as I primped in front of the mirror, I felt like something was missing. It wasn't sexy enough.

Then I switched to an even shorter skirt, bent over slightly, and twisted to check myself out. That's when I realized what was missing!

A skirt this short obviously calls for a thong!

After what felt like hours of picking and choosing, I ended up barely covered top and bottom, no bra. Any slight bend or squat would give everyone an eyeful. That's how I showed up at the nightclub for the party.

Sam got my message and came out to meet me. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up.

I caught that flash of awe in his eyes and felt pretty smug. All that primping paid off.

I swear, even though I was ready to sleep with Sam, I had no intention of seducing his buddies.

But when I walked into the VIP room on his arm, I wavered.

Sam wasn't lying – his friends were all total hunks.