Helpless Housewife: No Way to Fight Back

After reading her message, I instinctively glanced at our bedroom and replied sourly, "Don't even get me started. It was a total letdown!"

Sophia sent me a snickering emoji, followed by several voice messages. "Honestly, what is wrong with Mr. Birch? He has such a gorgeous wife at home, yet he's leaving you hanging.

"Why don't I hook you up with some guys I know from the clubs? I guarantee they'll give you exactly what you've been itching for and make sure you can't even get out of bed tomorrow!"

I snorted at her suggestion, yet my mind was already racing with unspeakable images.

My heart began to race as a feverish warmth took over my body. I squeezed my thighs together as if those men were standing right there in front of me, surrounding me, taunting me with their words, and dragged me deeper into a trance I couldn't escape.

It lasted for a dozen seconds before I hurriedly pushed those unrealistic thoughts aside and pretended to be curious. "Are they really that good? Sounds like you're speaking from personal experience."

Sure enough, she gave me an affirmative answer.

"Mhm. So long as you're willing to shell out the cash, you can have your pick of the litter. They're all young studs with rock-hard muscles and washboard abs, and they know exactly how to please a woman!"

I had always known Sophia lived a wild life in private, but I hadn't expected her to be quite this bold.

"But he's so good to you. He just has a little performance issue. Why don't you just put up with it?"

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one suffering over here!"

Sophia let out a dry chuckle before continuing, "Well, talk about perfect timing! Mr. Birch has a business dinner tonight and will most likely be home late. Why don't I take you out to broaden your horizons a bit?"

Her words piqued my interest, and I snapped up the offer without a moment of hesitation.

…

That evening, I stood before the mirror, trying on one outfit after another.

Ultimately, I settled on a lace-knit maxi dress. Looking in the mirror, I knew I would be a showstopper. I could already feel the collective stare of passersby as they found themselves completely mesmerized.

Even though I was desperate for a release, I was still a conservative woman at heart. I paired the dress with a set of light-colored lingerie, creating a look that was sexy yet innocent. It was the perfect blend of ethereal and sultry.

And just like that, I followed the location Sophia had sent and found my way to that secluded nightclub.

As soon as I stepped inside, the thunderous bass began to vibrate in my chest. I looked up and noticed the dance floor was a sea of bodies, barely dressed and acting with reckless abandon. The scene set my blood on fire, and I found myself longing to be one of those women up there.

Gorgeous men and women were lost in each other in the corners of the club. I caught a glimpse of a woman's long legs coiled around a man's waist, and I didn't have the nerve to pry further. I bolted for the restroom.

After shutting the door behind me, I felt completely drained. Leaning against it, I gasped for air and crossed my legs tightly. I clamped my hand over my mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The very next second, someone started banging on the door. My heart leaped into my throat, and I was paralyzed with fear that someone would see the state I was in.

"Is anyone in there? Can you hurry up?"

Seconds ticked by, but I didn't dare move a muscle. Clearly, the person outside was growing impatient and knocked even harder. "Hey, is someone in there or not? If you don't open up soon, I'm coming in. I can't hold on any longer!"

With a creak, I hurriedly pushed the door open, but just as I was about to make a run for it, a man got in my way. He seized my wrist and eyed me with suspicion.

"Lorelei?"