The Husband Who Set Me Up

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My husband had a mans unspeakable problem, but he wanted another man to help me...

It was deep in the quiet of the night.

On the empty king-sized bed, desire once again took over my body.

Low gasps slipped from my mouth.

I had been married to my husband, Ethan, for five years, and we matched perfectly in everything except in bed.

He was handsome and tall, but he just could not perform in bed, and in the last few times, he could not even last a minute.

But he always said that once men reached middle age, their strength failed them.

But I knew very well that he was only thirty, so how could he suddenly say he could not do it?

Especially since people always said women were ravenous at thirty and even more intense at forty, and I was right at that age of burning desire.

After a long time, how could I possibly stand it?

Tonight, my husband had gone out again for social drinks, leaving me alone at home.

Lying in bed, I looked at the images on my phone, parted my legs, and kept moving my hand, trying to fill the emptiness in my body.

Just as I was getting lost in it, there was a sound at the front door in the living room.

I was so frightened that I immediately stopped and pulled down the hem of my nightgown.

It felt as if a fire was trapped low in my belly, making my whole body restless.

Rustling footsteps came from the living room, and I immediately became alert.

Could a thief have broken into the house?

Just as I was getting nervous, I heard my husband Ethans voice, and only then did I let out a breath.

But I was also a little confused, because whenever my husband went out for social drinks, he usually did not come back until the next morning.

Why had he come back so early today?

And judging from the noise outside, it seemed like he was not alone...

Did something happen?

Emma? Are you home?

A familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice came from outside.

Without time to think, I hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

In the living room, my husband was slumped on the floor, his face flushed bright red.

At the same time, a strong smell of alcohol rushed into my nose.

Beside him stood a tall figure, trying hard to help my husband up.

I had an impression of this person, and his name was Ryan, my husbands coworker, whom I had met a few times before.

Emma, Ethan drank too much and kept making a fuss about going home, so I had no choice but to come back with him...

My husband squinted at me, then quickly closed his eyes again.

Ryan was still supporting my husband, and I quickly went over to help.

I bent down and put my husbands arm around my neck.

After a great deal of effort, Ryan and I barely managed to help my husband up.

When I stood up, I finally noticed Ryans gaze, fixed blankly on my upper body, his eyes seeming to shine.

As his Adams apple bobbed, Ryan swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

I followed his gaze and looked down at myself in surprise.

In the next second, I understood what was going on.

It turned out that the nightgown I was wearing was too loose, and as soon as I bent over, the gap at the neckline gave him a full view of my body.

More importantly, because I had rushed out of the bedroom, I had nothing on underneath my nightgown, not even a bra!

My face instantly flushed all the way to my ears, and the shame of being seen made my whole body uncomfortable.

Perhaps realizing he had lost control of himself, Ryan shook his head and immediately changed the subject.

Emma, lets... get Ethan into the bedroom together.

I nodded slightly and pointed toward the bedroom.

After that, I became much more careful with my movements, supporting my husband with one hand while tightly covering my neckline with the other.

I also clamped the hem of my nightgown between my legs, afraid something this awkward would happen again.

After we placed my husband on the bed, I finally noticed that those indecent videos were still playing on my phone.

There were even some sounds that made my face burn and my heart race, coming out from the phone again and again.

Ryan stood in front of me and looked at me, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward for a while.

Only then did I realize he was more than a head taller than me, and even a little more upright and broad than my husband.

Standing in front of him, I felt like a tiny chick.

Perhaps to ease the awkwardness, Ryan turned to leave.

Only then did I notice that he was also staggering as he walked, so he was probably drunk too.

After hesitating for a while, I stopped him and told him it was late, so he could spend the night at my house first.

Ryan did not refuse, and I led him to an empty room.

I took a towel back to the bedroom and started wiping the face of my husband, who was drunk as mud.

But my husband, who had been snoring loudly, suddenly grabbed my hand.

Just as I was confused, he slapped my butt hard.

This was the signal between us as husband and wife.

But looking at how drunk he was, I hesitated and even wondered whether he was sleepwalking.

But before I could think too much, my husband rolled over, hugged me, and pushed me down onto the bed.

I already had a fire trapped inside me, and now it was instantly ignited.

My husband kissed me like a madman, and I curled my body beneath him like a worm.

Maybe because he was drunk, my husband seemed dizzy and disoriented.

I could only take my husbands hand and slowly place it on my thigh.

Soon, my husband swiftly lifted the hem of my nightgown, and I bent my knees slightly as my calves slowly wrapped around his waist.

...

As expected, my husband gave up in less than two minutes, rolled over, lay beside me, and panted heavily.

But I had only just started getting into it, and it could not even be called pleasure.

Heavy snoring sounded beside me, and just as I was about to get up, my husband immediately sat up from the bed.

Past experience told me he was about to throw up.

I immediately held my husband and tried hard to make him bend over.

But it happened too fast, and before I could react, my husband vomited violently.

The vomit poured down like a rainstorm, splashing almost all over the floor, and some even splattered onto the bedsheet and my nightgown.

The smell of vomit mixed with the smell of alcohol, and the room instantly became foul.

I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me, and screams kept coming from my mouth.

Ryan heard the noise and hurried over, but when he entered the room, he was also forced back several steps by the terrible smell.

Covering his nose, Ryan forced himself into the room.

Without saying a word, Ryan directly helped my husband up.

Emma, Ill take Ethan to the bathroom and wash him off, so you can just clean up the bedroom...

After saying that, Ryan supported my husband and left the bedroom.

I had no choice but to stay behind and clean up.

Forcing down the nausea, I barely managed to clean the vomit from the floor.

After letting out a breath, I took a clean set of clothes and walked into the bathroom inside my own room.

After closing the door, I immediately took off the nightgown stained with vomit.

A gust of wind blew in from the window and flowed between my legs, making my whole body tingle.

Without realizing it, I actually thought back to the scene where I went to help my husband and was completely seen by Ryan.

There had also been the intentional and unintentional physical contact between Ryan and me just now, and his body was clearly very strong.

Thinking of this, my body actually began to react.

Because the fire that had been pent up inside me had not been released, it had instead become even harder to control after a series of stimulations.

I simply put one leg on the bathtub, spread my legs wide, and wanted to release myself properly.

My hands began to stroke my body, trying to awaken it.

But just as I gradually got into it, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

The person who opened the door was none other than my husbands coworker, Ryan.

I was immediately so frightened that I froze blankly in place.

As fate would have it, my wide-open body was facing the bathroom door at that very moment.

In other words, Ryan could see everything.

My body went a little stiff, and time seemed to freeze.

I just stared at him in a daze, and his face was flushed, perhaps because the alcohol had gone to his head.

Ryans eyelids looked hazy, as if they would close in the next second.

The bathroom was very quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

I heard Ryan swallow hard, and his breathing also became rapid.

In the next second, he began walking toward me.

Emma, let me help you bathe... okay?

I suddenly came back to my senses, grabbed a towel to cover my lower body, and retreated again and again.

Ryan, dont do this, youre drunk, dont make a mistake...

As I spoke, I had already backed into a corner.

I used one hand to barely cover my lower body with the towel, while the other hurriedly tried to cover my upper body.

Ryan came in front of me, and without another word, he hugged me directly, tore away the towel in my hand in a few moves, and then violently pried my hands away.

Ryan... dont do this...

I suddenly used all my strength to push Ryan away and bolted toward the bathroom door.

But Ryan had already locked the bathroom door from the inside, and in my panic, I tried several times but could not open it.

Ryan hugged me from behind again.

He trapped me in the corner and swiftly took off his shirt.

I never expected that beneath Ryans clothes were eight-pack abs, and looking at his powerful body, it was hard not to let my imagination run wild.

Ryan unbuckled his belt, and his pants slid down along his legs.

He strode toward me, and I pressed both hands against the wall behind me as my heartbeat began to pound faster.

Ryan, Im Ethans wife, and youre drunk, so dont you dare do something wrong!

Emma... Im not drunk. Im clearheaded right now...

Besides, Ethan hasnt been very good in that department lately, has he? Arent you almost bursting from holding it in?

My heart jolted. Youre talking nonsense!

Ryan pressed his lips together and continued speaking.

Emma, stop pretending. Ethan told me everything, and whats happening today... he asked me to come...

What?

Although I was shocked, I still believed it was because Ryan was drunk that he was talking nonsense without thinking.

Ryan pounced toward me, wrapping both arms around my waist.

Our bodies pressed together, and the stimulating touch made my whole body tremble.

If you keep doing this, Im going to scream!

Scream all you want. I already put Ethan in the next room, so he cant hear you!

Ryan kissed my cheek, and his warm breath sprayed against my neck, making everything around me feel blurry as my legs began to go weak.

Relax, Emma... just this once. I know you want it badly, and Ethan will understand...

The surge of male hormones overwhelmed me until I could hardly breathe, and my heart softened as I prepared to stop resisting.

Ryan lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the bathtub.

Dont worry, Emma. Im definitely much better than Ethan, and Ill make sure youre satisfied...

I tilted my head back, ready to welcome Ryans attack.

But he became unhurried, looking at me as if he were admiring a work of art.

His eyes shone, almost as if they were about to pierce through my body.