Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Big guy, no... please, let me go...”

I was at the New Year’s fireworks show with my husband. Amidst the sea of people, a rugged, burly stranger was pressing against me from behind. The strange sensation triggered a sudden, intense craving in me―an itch my husband hadn’t been able to scratch lately.

Once he sensed my reaction, he actually lifted my skirt and quietly pushed inside...

My rear was pressed firmly against the man’s body.

At first, I didn’t notice because I was excitedly watching the fireworks with my husband.

In a crowd this thick, bumping into people was inevitable.

That was until I felt something was off.

Ever since I got married, my desire for intimacy had always been strong.

But lately, it felt like an addiction. The hunger was only getting worse.

I had practically worn my husband out.

Whenever I brought it up, he seemed afraid he couldn't satisfy me and started avoiding it altogether, leaving me feeling increasingly frustrated.

Now, being squeezed by this stranger, I realized my husband couldn't see a thing in the crush of the crowd. For some reason, I became shameless and actually started enjoying the sensation.

I even leaned back into him, wanting the stranger to push harder.

My husband, unable to satisfy me, didn't notice my unusual state at all, which only made me sink deeper into the thrill.

As I rubbed against him, the stranger seemed to catch on.

He probably didn't expect a woman who looked so innocent and domestic to act so bold.

The man grew reckless. Not only did he keep thrusting against me, but he also pressed his entire body flush against mine.

By then, I could clearly feel the change in him. I knew for a fact that the man behind me was a beast.

He was tall, muscular, and incredibly well-endowed.

The way he rubbed against me felt incredible; he definitely knew how to tease a woman.

The air was filled with the deafening roar of the crowd.

My husband was shouting excitedly, pointing at the fireworks in the distance.

Slowly, the surging crowd pushed us apart.

I felt a twinge of resentment. My husband’s indifference made the guilt of grinding against a stranger vanish.

The man behind me pulled me closer. To make it easier for him to touch me, I glanced at my husband, who was now several people away. Being ignored only fueled my desire.

Aching for more, I carefully tugged my short down jacket forward.

With the jacket out of the way, the man could press directly against me.

My move gave him more confidence. He became bolder, sliding one hand under the hem of my jacket.

My body froze. I wanted to turn around and say something, but in an instant, his hand had reached around to my front.

I was only wearing a thin camisole under my jacket―something I wore to make things easy for my husband.

Now, that thin fabric was all that separated his large hand from my chest. My scalp tingled, and I began to tremble.

My sensitivity seemed to stimulate the stranger even more.

While keeping his body glued to mine, he gave a powerful thrust.

I nearly screamed.

The man leaned in close, whispering in my ear.

“Don't scream too loud, lady... you look like you haven't been touched in ages. Your husband must be a loser for you to be this thirsty. Lucky for you, you ran into a real man today. I’ll give you exactly what you're craving and make you fly.”