Chapter 1: Chapter 1

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<html><head></head><body>My best friend's boyfriend is a personal trainer with a sculpted physique and raw masculine energy. After a fight with my husband, I stayed at her place. Every time I turned around, I witnessed their intimate moments. Feeling neglected, I couldn't resist. When she was away, I invited him into the shower. My name is Jasmine Anderson, and I teach ballet. Thanks to my high estrogen levels, I’ve always had a strong libido. Unless it was that time of the month, I’d spend every night with my husband… But recently, after a fight, I moved out of our home and into my best friend Sophia Langley’s place. I thought he’d come crawling back in a couple of days. Instead, he ignored me for over two weeks. My anger hadn’t faded, but my body’s needs didn’t care. Too stubborn to give in, I secretly took care of myself every night at Sophia’s. That day, I was in the bathroom, lost in the moment, when the front door suddenly swung open. Startled, I thought Sophia had come home early. I needed to finish fast. Then came a long, breathy moan from the living room. “W-Wait… What if Jasmine’s here?” “She’s not. The living room and bedrooms are empty.” I held my breath. It was Sophia and her boyfriend, Derek Hill—a personal trainer with a body that could make any woman weak. Every time I saw him, I’d go home and demand more from my husband. Then I’d imagine what it’d feel like under Derek’s sculpted muscles. Sophia hesitated, calling my name a few times. I almost answered. But something made me stay quiet. After days of self-satisfaction, I was bored. A live erotic show sounded tempting. Hearing no response, Sophia relaxed. The wet sounds of kissing and muffled moans filled the air. Soon, the living room echoed with heated gasps and skin slapping against skin. I pressed my ear closer. Then Derek paused. “What’s this? Your panties?” Sophia’s voice was thick with pleasure. “Not mine… Must be Jasmine’s…” “Ah—” The second the words left her lips, Sophia let out a helpless, trembling cry. She slapped Derek’s chest playfully. “Just mentioning her gets you this excited? You’ve wanted her for a while, haven’t you?” “She’s a ballet dancer. That tiny waist, that elegance—what man wouldn’t?” Derek answered shamelessly. My face burned in the bathroom. I never thought they’d talk about me while doing that. Just like how I fantasized about Derek when I was with my husband. Leaning against the wall, I listened to Sophia’s broken moans, Derek’s powerful body flashing in my mind. The desire I’d suppressed earlier flared back to life. My legs trembled. My fingers slid between my thighs. </body></html>