Chapter 1

My wife brought her best friend home to drink with us.

A few rounds in, my wife was completely wasted, passed out on the couch.

Her friend wanted to keep drinking, but the next second, she collapsed straight into my arms.

Looking at her soft, flawless skin, a wicked impulse surged through me.

Just as I hesitated, her eyes fluttered open.

A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips:

“I feel so uncomfortable... Can you help me?”

1

My name is Chase, and I married a stunning woman named Nina.

Nina was an absolute bombshell.

She had long legs, curvy hips, and a figure that drove men crazy.

With her, I experienced the peak of physical pleasure.

Drinking and partying had become our daily routine.

One day, she said our life needed fresh excitement and that she wanted to catch up with her best friend.

So, she invited her over for drinks.

Her best friend, Trisha, was a petite, curvy, and adorable girl.

That day, Trisha wore cute pigtails and a pleated skirt, looking irresistibly sweet.

Seeing me take an extra glance at her, Nina teased me from the side.

“What? Do you like her?”

“If you do, I can set you two up!”

Nina smirked playfully.

“No way, I only love you, babe.”

Nina giggled and ran off to chat with Trisha.

“Do you need a hand?”

I was washing vegetables in the kitchen when Trisha walked up and asked softly.

I told her I had it covered.

Instead of leaving, she squatted down right next to me and started washing them anyway.

I remember the sunlight streaming through the window that afternoon.

As her hands moved in the basin, the water rippled.

Her full chest swayed with every movement, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

Suddenly, Nina rushed in and dropped a fake bug down Trisha’s shirt.

“Ahhh!”

Trisha shrieked in panic and jumped up.

She frantically shook her shirt up and down.

Her soft curves bounced wildly with every jump.

I truly loved Nina, but that sight still made me swallow hard.

“Just messing with you! There is no bug!”

Nina laughed and walked away.

Trisha pouted, pretending to chase and smack her.

The two women ran around the living room, giggling and wrestling.

“Look how much you are sweating! Go take a quick shower before dinner,” Nina said.

She pulled out a set of silk pajamas from our bedroom for Trisha.

“Our sizes are pretty similar, right?”

“Here, wear this too...”

She handed Trisha a pair of panties.

They were such close friends that Nina even lent her underwear.

Wait... wasn’t that the pair I had tossed aside earlier this morning?

The thought of Trisha wearing something that had touched my bare skin sent a shiver through me.

Before I could dwell on it, Nina came into the kitchen to help.

I turned back toward the stove and kept cooking dinner.

“Ta-da!”

Trisha stepped out of the bathroom, humming a cheerful tune.

She was wearing Nina’s favorite silk nightgown.

It was the very piece I loved most, the one I asked Nina to wear whenever we got intimate.

For a split second, I mistook her for my wife, completely captivated by the sight.