"Do you ever get tired? You're like a machine!"

In the dimly lit room, I lay limp on the bed, unable to help but beg the man behind me for mercy.

But it only seemed to excite him more, as he became even rougher with me…

My name is Jade, and I'm a full-time housewife.

Before marriage, sex was never a big deal to me. If I could be satisfied, great; if not, no big deal.

But after getting married, my husband became busier with his business, constantly traveling around the country. When he finally did come home, our time in bed was rushed and half-hearted, with an air of indifference.

This gap between my expectations and reality left me feeling unfulfilled whenever I was alone in our empty house. I would often find myself thinking back to our rare moments of intimacy, and sometimes I would even dream of shameful, lustful scenarios.

I knew it was the classic case of wanting what I couldn't have—my body's real desires surfacing.

That night, knowing I was ovulating, I had taken a shower and was waiting for my husband to come home. But instead, I received a phone call from him.

"Hey babe, there's an issue with one of the projects, and I have to leave town for a last-minute trip. You go ahead and sleep, okay? Don't forget to lock up the shop."

"Oh… okay."

After hanging up, I sighed softly. I slipped a long dress over the lingerie I had carefully picked out and made my way downstairs to the beauty salon.

It was a shop my husband had opened for me, so I wouldn't have to go far for skincare treatments. Plus, having our own place always felt more comfortable.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed a tall, muscular man standing at the front desk, signing up for a membership.

I sat down on the nearby sofa, casually flipping through a magazine on the table while chatting idly with the beautician next to me. Suddenly, I heard the deep, magnetic voice of the man, "How about that lovely lady in the white dress?"

"She's our boss…"