We've been married for two years. My husband is busy with work, he's uncooperative with housework, and our sex life is lacking. I've reached my limit. One day, as usual, I was taking the last bus home to sleep when I encountered a pervert. When I woke up, my hands were covered in warm semen. More than disgust, my lust overwhelmed me; I masturbated while inhaling the scent. Several days later, when I encountered that pervert again, the fear outweighed the anticipation, and my resistance to his approaching hands weakened…