((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

Oh, good! I'll go and make it then. It won't take long at all, my special blend is quite potent, hehe... just have a seat on the porch, would you? She pads into the house, going to her kitchen where she has everything ready for making coffee. Her movements are smooth and seductive as she prepares it, not caring if you see or not. When the coffee is done brewing, she pours it into a fancy porcelain mug and walks back out onto the porch with it. Handing it to you, she leans against one of the posts of the porch and slowly crosses her legs, showing off more skin than usual

Would you like some sugar or milk?

Of course. She rummages around in her pocket and pulls out a small packet of sugar, tearing it open with her teeth as she leans forward towards you. She pours the sugar into your coffee slowly, carefully stirring it until it's all dissolved before handing you the mug back. There you go, sweet and spicy just how you like it, right? Heh.

Hm, you seem... distracted today. Is everything alright? Or are my words making you nervous somehow? She smiles warmly at you, a hint of flirtation in her tone. Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before shifting back to meet your eyes

Maybe I'm just hoping that... well, maybe you'd like something more than coffee from me today?

His answer makes her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and arousal. She takes a sip of coffee to wet her lips before saying, "I'm not saying I haven't... but my husband hasn't been fulfilling me the way he used to. I need someone strong and experienced to take care of that ache." Her eyes drop down between your legs before she meets yours again, wanting you to understand just how badly she needs this. "I don't expect anything from you... but if you could help me feel wanted again..." Her hand slowly moves up her thigh, tracing along the hem of her shorts in a suggestive manner. She parts her lips slightly, waiting for your response.

Her cheeks flush even more at his words, part thrill and part guilt. She swallows hard before leaning in closer to him, her voice little more than a whisper as she whispers, "I... I want you to help me." Her hand moves higher up her thigh now, grazing the sensitive skin just above her panty line.

She takes another sip of coffee, needing the liquid courage before continuing, "If we do this... if I ask you to be with me like this... will you promise not to tell my husband? He's already so stressed with his work, I couldn't bear it if he found out..." Her voice trails off as she searches his eyes for any sign of hesitation or judgment.

Her face flushes deeper as she says, "It's... complicated. We have a history together. I thought we could work through it, but..." She trails off again, unsure how much to share with you. The truth is, they had grown apart over the years, found solace in others while still being married. And now that she had tasted what it was like to be desired, she couldn't go back.

With a shaky breath, Moriko stands and steps closer to you, her body only inches away from yours. "Please," she whispers, her hand sliding up your thigh now, fingers curling around your clothed erection. "Help me forget about everything else for a little while." Her lips part, and she meets your gaze hopefully.

Her eyes well with unshed tears as you say this, her expression a mixture of guilt and desperation. "I know... I do know that," she whispers hoarsely. "But please, just for today... let me feel wanted again." She leans in closer still, her breast grazing against your arm as she presses herself against you. Her hand slides down between your legs, feeling the heat of your erection through your pants.

"I can't go back to him after this," she admits, voice small and broken. "But if you help me... maybe I could find the courage to leave him for good." She looks into your eyes pleadingly, her fingers working at your zipper. "Please, just tonight... make me forget about everything else except how amazing it feels to be with you."

With shaky hands, she follows you into the bedroom, her heart racing in both anticipation and fear. As soon as they're inside, she kicks the door closed behind them and turns to face you, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with desire. "Thank you," she whispers before pressing herself against you, kissing you deeply as her hands fumble with his clothes.

Her lips slide down your neck to your chest, nipping at your skin playfully before moving lower still, toward your erection. With shaking fingers, she finally releases the button and zipper on your pants, pulling them down over your hips as her eager mouth closes around the head of your cock. She moans around you, desperate for this relief from the ache inside her.

Her mouth works his length expertly, sucking and licking as her fingers find their way to her own wetness. She moans around him, feeling him grow in her hand. Her hips begin to move with the rhythm of her mouth, grinding against his hand. Desperate for contact, she urges you forward, wanting more.

As she sucks and strokes you, her mind is clouded with desire and the need to please. With each movement of his hand guiding hers, she feels closer and closer to oblivion. Her cries of pleasure fill the room as she takes in every drop of your essence, relishing the taste and sensation of being so thoroughly filled by you.

With her lips still wrapped around him, she uses her free hand to push her shirt up over her head, revealing her small, lace-covered breasts. She moans around his cock as the cool air hits her skin, feeling even more exposed and desireable. Her hands tremble as they reach down to unfasten her shorts, sliding them down over her hips and legs until she's completely naked before him.

Her words sound almost like a plea as she looks up at you with wide eyes, her lips still swollen and red from their earlier kisses. She parts her legs further, allowing him easier access to her waiting sex. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide his hard length toward her entrance, aching for the feeling of being filled once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

Her entire body tenses as she feels your cock slide easily inside her, filling the empty ache that's been building for far too long. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back as you begin to slowly thrust into her. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she fights to stay quiet in case anyone should hear them through the thin walls.

Gasping, she throws her head back as relief floods through her. "Oh god yes," she moans, feeling the tension begin to melt away with each thrust. Her hips buck up against yours in rhythm with your movements, seeking deeper contact and more satisfaction. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired like this, of finally experiencing what it means to truly be with someone.

Her hands move down between your bodies, gripping at your ass as she urges you on, needing more and more of you inside her. "Fuck me," she breathes raggedly, a shudder running through her body as the pleasure intensifies. Her head falls back against the pillow with a sigh as you reach deeper still, filling every part of her aching sex.

Her breath hitches as she feels you grow harder inside her and the familiar pressure builds. "Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, urging you on with every thrust. Her body tenses, readying itself to take your release as she cries out, her voice breaking from the intensity of it all. "Oh fuck...!"

Her nails dig into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with your movements until finally, you let go inside her. She shudders violently, her entire body tense as she feels every drop of your release spill deep within her.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming as the orgasm rips through her, leaving her limp and boneless in your arms. With a final moan, she collapses back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and body trembling with

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it again. "That was... more than nice," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still barely a whisper. She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze as her body slowly begins to cool down from the intense passion they just shared.

"Thank you," she says softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "I needed that... I don't know what I need anymore." Tears well in her eyes again as she realizes how much has changed in the past few minutes. "But... maybe this is something we should explore further?" She bites her lip nervously, afraid to hope for too much but unable to ignore the desire that still burns within her.

"If you're willing," she adds quickly, wanting to make it clear that she isn't trying to trap or pressure you in any way.

Her face falls at your words, a mix of disappointment and understanding clouding her features. "I understand," she says softly, sitting up on the bed and reaching for her discarded clothes. As she dresses herself, she looks over at you with sad eyes, wondering what could have been if things had been different.

"Thank you... for helping me forget about everything else tonight." There's a weight in her voice that speaks volumes; she knows their time together has come to an end, and there is no going back from the choices they both made.

As you head out the door and back to your own life, she can't help but wonder if this was a mistake. She should have been stronger, fought harder for her marriage or left him completely for someone who could truly love her. The weight of her decisions presses down on her chest as she closes the door behind you, knowing that things will never be the same between them again.

As the door clicks shut, Moriko sinks down onto her bed, her chest heaving with emotion. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she tries to process everything that's happened and the choices she's made. She knows there's no going back now; her life has changed forever, and she must find a way to move forward without regret or bitterness.

With shaking hands, she reaches for her phone and dials a number. Her voice is raspy with emotion when she speaks to the other end of the line. "I need you to come over as soon as possible," she whispers. "There's something I need to tell you." She hangs up before they can reply, too scared of what might happen next if she lets herself doubt her decision even for a moment.

Her heart races as she waits for them to arrive, anxiety gnawing at her insides like a hungry beast. She can't help but wonder if this was the right choice or if she's only making things worse by pushing herself further away from everything familiar and safe. The doorbell finally rings, and with a deep breath, Moriko gathers her courage before opening the door to face an uncertain future.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she opens the door to reveal their childhood friend standing on the other side. "H-hey, you," she manages to croak out, her voice sounding small and vulnerable even to her own ears. She can't meet his eyes, instead focusing on a spot just above his shoulder as she waits for him to react to the news she has to share.

The silence is deafening as he takes in her expression. His brow furrows and his eyes dart between hers, clearly sensing something is wrong. "What's going on? You look... you're not okay." He takes a step closer, concern etched into every line of his face. "Tell me what happened."

She swallows hard, feeling the lump in her throat as she struggles to find the words. "I... I cheated on him," she finally manages to choke out. "With you." Her gaze drops to the floor, embarrassment and shame washing over her like a tidal wave. "And now..." She hesitates, unsure how to continue. "Now I don't think I can go back to him," she whispers softly, feeling tears stream down her cheeks once more.

Her friend's expression turns grim as he takes another step closer, wrapping her in a hug that she didn't even realize she needed. "I'm sorry this happened," he says gently, running his hand through her hair. "But if you can't go back to him, then maybe it means you don't want to be with him anymore." He pulls back slightly, looking her in the eye with determination. "What do you want to do?"

Her heart flutters at his words, hope sparking to life inside her. She searches his eyes, trying to gauge what he's truly thinking. "I... I don't know," she admits shakily. "We've been together for so long..." Tears well up again, threatening to spill over. "But you make me feel alive in a way that he never has." Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing just how much of her heart is invested in this moment.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she contemplates the question. She looks deep into his eyes, searching for an answer, and finds only herself reflected there. With a shaky breath, she says softly, "I choose you." The words are barely audible, but they ring true in every fiber of her being. She trusts this decision with her entire heart, knowing that it's the right one for her.

She chooses me, her childhood friend and the one who always knew how to make her feel alive. Despite the difficult decision and the pain it causes her husband, she knows in her heart that this is what she truly wants. There's an overwhelming sense of relief and hope as she admits this aloud, their future together unfolding like a beautiful tapestry before them.

Her heart flutters at the weight of his words, but she stands strong beside him nonetheless. She may have chosen him as her partner in life, but the idea of being anyone's possession is abhorrent to her. With a soft smile, she corrects him gently, "I am not your whore and you are not my master. We are partners, equals who choose each other every day." Her eyes shine with love and determination as they meet his, refusing to be anything less than what they truly are: in this together.