I Slept With Her “Son”

My husband is the ideal spouse, and our marriage is rock-solid. Except for one thing: he's a complete dud in the bedroom. Here I am, in my sexual prime, feeling high and dry every single night. Even the dog he brought home seems a little off.

My best friend, Olivia, who's a vet, cooked up some special "pairing pills" for animals. Don't ask. The twist? Her own son accidentally took them. And wouldn't you know it, not long ago, that same kid was harassing me on the bus…

Just last night, I slipped into a slinky lace nightgown. I crept into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around my husband Liam's waist from behind. The water from his shower soaked through my clothes, leaving them clinging and see-through.

Liam's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched me in the mirror. He turned and pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss. I clung to him, ready for him to take charge. But just as we were about to cross the threshold from the bathroom, he… gave up. Surrendered. Left me utterly frustrated and wanting.

They say a woman hits her peak in her thirties and forties. I just turned thirty, smack in the middle of it. Yet for the past two years, Liam barely touches me. And on the rare occasion he does, it never goes anywhere. The fire inside me is starting to feel like a five-alarm blaze with no firefighter in sight.

The next morning, Liam headed off to work as usual. I needed to take our dog, Buddy, over to Olivia's place, so we caught the same bus since it was on the way.

We found Buddy wandering the neighborhood a year ago. He's over a year old now but has never shown the slightest interest in the opposite sex. Olivia's female dog is in heat, so we thought we'd see if they'd hit it off.

It was rush hour. Liam and I squeezed onto the packed bus, passengers pressing in from all sides. I felt claustrophobic but tried to tough it out. Olivia's stop was only ten minutes away. I could manage.

But then I felt it—a hand rubbing against the small of my back. I spun around, but the hand was gone.

Frowning, I shuffled closer to Liam. But the man behind me stuck to me like glue, pressing his body tightly against my back. Something hard nudged against my hips.

I tried to wriggle away, but he moved with me. He was definitely copping a feel!

We were tucked in a corner of the crowded bus; no one would notice. If I yelled, he'd just deny it. My only hope was Liam.

I glanced at my husband. He was leaning against a handrail, fast asleep. I called his name twice, but the noise of the bus swallowed my voice. He didn't stir.

I tried to shake the creep off myself, but it was useless. Every time I created an inch of space, the crowd shoved me right back into him.

Emboldened, the man grew bolder. He started grinding against me and even pinched my thigh when the bus lurched.

I was furious. But a treacherous part of me, my long-neglected body, reacted with a jolt of unexpected sensation. A dizzying lightness washed over me, and to my horror, I felt a flicker of… enjoyment. Part of me didn't want him to stop.

But this was a public bus! My husband was sleeping right there! How could I let this happen?