Chapter 1

It was 11:00 pm. I was doing a night run around the park near where I lived. I stayed with Donald Steele, who was like a brother to me.

Out of the blue, I overheard a couple whispering somewhere among the bushes.

"Donald, can you do it or not? You said you didn't feel aroused at home, so I came out here with you. What more do you want?"

Once I caught the woman's voice, I was shocked. It sounded like Tiffany Cross, Donald's wife.

I thought Donald and Tiffany had gone out for dinner. What were they doing here in the park—and in the bushes, no less?

Although I'd never been in a relationship before, I'd heard my fair share about sexual kinks. Immediately, I realized they were out here to spice things up. It never would've struck me that Donald and Tiffany would be this adventurous in their sex life!

To think that they would do it in a park… That sounded rather extreme to me.

I couldn't help but feel the urge to eavesdrop on them. Tiffany was gorgeous, and she had a great figure too. To hear the sounds she made during such an intimate act would be a dream come true for me.

I snuck over to the bushes and secretly stuck my head over to see what was happening. Tiffany was sitting on top of Donald. She had her back toward me, but the curves of her shapely figure were already a sight to behold.

Immediately, my throat turned dry, and I could feel a fiery sensation building up inside of me.

Yet, despite being seduced by the alluring Tiffany, Donald was quite the letdown. "Tiff… I think I can't get it up."

"You're hopeless!" Tiffany ranted. "You're only 35, and yet you already have such problems? What's the point of being married to you then, huh?

"Even if you can't get it up, you should at least get some sperm out, but you can't even do that! How am I supposed to get pregnant? If this keeps up, I'll have to get myself another man! Even if you have no desire to be a father, I want to be a mother."

Huffing in anger, Tiffany put her clothes back on and started heading out of the bushes. Terrified, I quickly made a run for it.

Soon after I got back to my room, I heard Tiffany coming back to the house as well. She slammed the door shut with such a loud bang that my heart jumped in fright too.

I patted my chest, my anxiety kicking in belatedly. I didn't expect Donald and Tiffany to have an unsatisfactory sex life. I'd heard that a woman's sexual drive grew stronger in her 30s, and it seemed to clear me that Tiffany wasn't having her needs met.

How could a weak, slender man like Donald satisfy her needs? I'd have done a better job of that.

As soon as I thought that, I immediately stopped myself. What was I thinking? Tiffany was basically like my sister-in-law. How could I possibly lust after her?

Although Donald and I weren't biologically related, we were closer than real brothers were. If not for him, I wouldn't be the college graduate I was right now. Therefore, I could never get any ideas about Tiffany.

Just as I was caught up in these thoughts, I heard a sensual moan coming from the room next to mine. I hastily pressed my ear against the wall and confirmed that I'd heard it correctly!

Tiffany was actually…

My body heated up again. I couldn't take it anymore. Without pause, I gave in to my urges too. In the end, the sounds coming from both rooms seemed to sync in harmony. We were so in tune with each other, and that only made me fantasize about it once more. If Tiffany and I got together, I was certain we'd make a great match—but that was never going to happen.

Donald would always be the one thing that kept Tiffany and I separated. I could never do anything to betray him.

After taking off my soiled underwear, I left it in the bathroom outside my room, figuring I'd wash it once I got up the next morning. With that in mind, I went to bed.

It was past 9:00 am when I woke up, and Donald had already gone off to work. Tiffany and I were alone in the house, and she was making breakfast. She was wearing a strappy silk nightgown that clung to her voluptuous curves, allowing me to feast on them. Her breasts, in particular, made my throat dry again.

"You're up, Tom. Get yourself washed up and join me for breakfast," Tiffany said when she saw me.

I'd only just moved in here not too long ago, so I wasn't that close with Tiffany yet. To be honest, I felt a little awkward, so I simply hummed in acknowledgment before heading to the bathroom.

While washing up, I abruptly recalled the underwear I'd left here last night.

Tiffany woke up earlier than me. Could she have seen it already? I quickly checked the rack in the bathroom and froze. My underwear was missing!

Just as I started looking around for it, Tiffany's voice rang out behind me. "Don't bother looking for it. I washed it for you."

I started panicking on the spot. That underwear was covered in cum. Did Tiffany notice that when she washed it?

How mortifying!

Tiffany stood there with her arms crossed. She was smirking at me as if nothing happened. "Tom, did you hear something last night?"

I vehemently shook my head. I could never confess to overhearing Tiffany engaging in something like that.

"N-Nope. I didn't hear a thing."

"Really? You didn't hear strange sounds coming from my bedroom?"

Tiffany was sussing me out.

"I went to sleep soon after 10:00 pm last night, so I really didn't hear anything," I said before fleeing the bathroom.

For some reason, when Tiffany was asking me about it, I felt so guilty. I couldn't stop myself from letting my eyes linger on her chest either. It felt like I'd been bewitched.

Even as I sat at the dining table and started gobbling up my food, I couldn't pay attention. Tiffany had swiftly joined me at the table. She even sat down beside me.

What was she doing? All along, we sat across from each other whenever we ate together. Why was she sitting beside me now?

As my mind raced with these random thoughts, Tiffany suddenly poked me in the arm. I felt tingles all over as if a bolt of electricity had just run through me.

This was what it felt like to be touched by a woman, huh? It was like magic.

"You seem afraid of me, Tom. Are you?"

"No, I'm not. I just don't know you very well yet, Tiffany, so I'm being a bit more careful. That's all."

"Well, everyone starts off as strangers first. It's precisely because we don't know each other well yet that we should interact more. That way, we can get closer quicker too. Do you know what's the most efficient way for a man and a woman to get close to one another, Tom?"

I didn't know if I was overthinking it, but I got the feeling Tiffany was hinting at something. Feeling extremely nervous, I was in no mood to continue eating breakfast. I was both agitated and unsettled.

Dying to know what she meant, I mustered up the courage to ask, "What is it, Tiffany?"

"Having sex, of course!" Tiffany declared with her large, seductive eyes fixed on me.

I choked. Why was she telling me this? She was Donald's wife! We couldn't do that.

Was she hitting on me? Did she set her sights on me because Donald couldn't fulfill her needs?

Well, regardless of what he could or couldn't do, I couldn't betray him in any way. I hurriedly scooted my chair to the side. "Stop kidding around, Tiffany. If someone overheard you, they would've gotten the wrong idea."

Tiffany snorted at my reaction. "Well, you should be honest with me then. Did you hear anything last night? If you don't tell me the truth, I'll do what it takes to get to know you better."

I was on the verge of peeing my pants! I couldn't allow her to do anything of that sort, so I replied fearfully, "I did hear some sounds last night, Tiffany, but it wasn't on purpose."

"Did you hear me moaning? Did it sound good to you?"

I couldn't believe Tiffany was asking me that. My cheeks turned scarlet, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest. How was I supposed to respond to that?

Just then, the sound of someone knocking on the front door rang out. Feeling like I'd been rescued from this situation, I scrambled to get the door.

As soon as I opened it, I saw a tall, slender woman standing outside. She was extremely pretty and had curves in all the right places. She looked like a celebrity.

When she saw me, she blinked and asked, "Who are you?"

Feeling confused, I asked her right back, "And who are you?"