It had been several years since I married my wife, and our married life was free and fulfilling. Recently, my friends and I had been regularly gathering at each other's apartments for drinking parties, taking turns hosting. This time it was my turn to host, and although my wife enjoyed drinking, I was slightly worried because she tended to say inappropriate things when drunk. Still, my friends doted on her and seemed genuinely caring toward her. One day, my wife contacted me, suggesting we hold the party at a different time than usual, and I agreed without much thought. During a work break, I sent her a message, but it remained unread. Worried she might be drinking too much, I returned to work—but something about her previous message felt off. Growing increasingly uneasy, I hurried home. In the dark room, I found my wife curled up under a blanket, and a bad feeling washed over me. Pulling back the blanket, I discovered she was completely naked. I woke her up and asked, "What happened?" She immediately broke into a panicked dogeza, bowing deeply while sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I helped her into the bath and dressed her, then began interrogating her about what had occurred. As she confessed to a series of disgraceful sexual acts, words of anger, sorrow, and humiliation spilled from my mouth. Yet, blood surged to my groin, and I became erect like never before—so aroused by my wife's confession that I could barely resist the urge to jerk off while listening…