Delivery On A Mattress

My husband, Charles Green, was a quick finisher, leaving me in a state of unfulfilled marriage since our wedding.

Until one day, my best friend arranged a special "delivery" for me, and the delivery guy turned out to be a well-endowed French guy.

Later, Charles finally regained his libido, surprisingly because of a video of me and the French delivery guy.

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My name was Cathy Green, and I was a newlywed.

Everyone saw Charles as a tall, handsome, and successful gentleman—a perfect husband. But only I knew the disadvantage beneath this perfect facade.

Deep down, I was a conservative woman who couldn't accept premarital sex. Thankfully, Charles respected that before we got married. However, on our wedding night, this tall and vigorous man turned out to be a quick finisher, shattering all my romantic fantasies about love.

At the prime of my life, I hadn't tested the waters before marriage, but now he only ignited the fire without putting it out, leaving me in a constant state of frustration and depression.

Until today, according to what Charles said, a friends of his was coming over for a visit. He asked me to prepare.

I had moved to Charles's city that I was not familiar with, and had few friends here. To leave a good impression, I took extra care in dressing up.

As I was tidying up, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I was surprised to see our high school classmate, Lilliana Simpson.

Back in school, she was quite the celebrity—outgoing and passionate, living in the moment with a string of boyfriends. I heard she became a flight attendant and never lacked male company.

I used to look down on her for being so lusty, but now I envied her. At least she didn't live in a state of unfulfilled marriage like me, feeling utterly frustrated.

"Long time no see, how have you been?" Lilliana greeted me with a bright smile.

She seemed even more beautiful, glowing as if time had been kind to her, unlike me, whose skin had dulled since marriage, with makeup barely masking my fatigue.

Just as I was about to respond, a towering figure appeared behind Lilliana, startling me into taking a few steps back.

"Cathy, you're still so easily scared, haha..."

Lilliana laughed. "Bonjour," said the tall man. Hearing that, I realized that it was a French guy!

He must have been over six feet tall, with a powerful build.

The petite Lilliana standing beside him presented a sharp contrast in height, which was so striking that just this visual impact made my whole body burn with a strange impulse.

Noticing their intimate demeanor, I tentatively asked, "Is he... your boyfriend?"

Lilliana looked at the French guy and replied, "Sort of."

As they exchanged glances, the French guy couldn't wait a second longer and pulled Lilliana into a kiss.

Are all Frenchmen this straightforward?

I stood awkwardly on the side, unsure of what to do, watching the scene unfold.

The French guy's large hand pressed against Lilliana's back, as if trying to engulf her, and the changes in his lower part were impossible to ignore.