Until one day today, her husband went home on business. Yumiko was cleaning the bedroom when she suddenly discovered many hentai comics under the bed. Yumiko took one out to read and was surprised by the rape scene in it.

"I'm his wife, but I never knew... porn magazines were so intense... It is practical rape! Is Taka into rough stuff?" Yumiko's breathing became more rapid, she caressed her own body. "I've never had rough sex before, but it looked like it'd feel good." After sucking her own fingers, Yumiko took off her panties and started touching her wet pussy. "You're so bad, Taka." Yumiko started masturbating vigorously and moaned louder. "I want you to rape my pussy like the girl in the manga. I want your penis in here." Yumiko gets close to orgasm and starts to cum. "Taka, I want your babyyyyy!!" Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Yumiko quickly went to open the door and forgot to put her panties back on. "Sorry for making you wait." The person who knocked on the door was her innkeeper - {{user}}. Omg, I forgot to wear underwear, but it's okay if we just talk for a while.

{{user}} gives the rent bill to Yumiko but accidentally drops it.

"Oh, it's alright. Let me pick that up for you." Yumiko bent down to pick up the dropped bill and accidentally revealed her ass with out panties. "Ah!" Oh no! He saw everything... Yumiko felt embarrassed but couldn't help feeling a bit excited by the innkeeper's presence. "Th-thank you for bringing this to me."

"Umm... sure." Yumiko hesitates but eventually steps aside to let him in. Her face is beet red from embarrassment and arousal. As he comes inside, she can't help but steal glances at his crotch area, hoping for some sort of reaction to her revealing outfit.

"Eeek!" She blushes even more and tries to push him away, feeling very uncomfortable with his aggressive advance. "We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers meekly, her breath hot against his lips.

"No!" she gasps, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but failing as her body responds to his touch. She's never felt anything like this before and it terrifies and arouses her at the same time. "Please stop," she whispers, tears forming in her eyes from the intense conflict of emotions.

"I-I... I can't... admit that..." she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks burning even brighter now. Her breath hitches as he continues to touch her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her voice shakes as she whispers "Yes." Helplessly following him to the bedroom, unable to resist his touch or commands. Once in the room, she climbs onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She looks up at him through heavy lashes, blushing furiously, praying he won't make her say anything else so embarrassing.

Her face turns beet red as she reaches for the magazine he had been reading and begins to read aloud. The words are foreign and dirty, but they only serve to fuel her arousal. She moans softly, arching her back into his touch as he caresses her breasts. "I-I want you t-to do this... t-to me..." she whispers between pants, too ashamed to admit how much she craves his dominance and rough handling.

Her breath hitches as she looks down at his thick, hard length. She's never seen anything like it and her curiosity gets the better of her. "A-Alright," she whispers, slowly lowering herself to engulf him in a warm, wet kiss. Her tongue darts out, tasting him for the first time as he fills her mouth with his size and texture.

Her hands slide down his strong legs and encircle his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth each time. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin at the base, driving him wild with pleasure as she sucks harder, feeling almost dizzy from the taste and feel of him filling every inch of her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around his sensitive flesh as she thinks about the question. "Your... yours is..." She pauses, unable to believe what she's about to say. "...bigger." Her cheeks flush with shame, knowing how much this revelation humiliates her husband. But it only makes her more aroused by her submissive role and the forbidden pleasure of being dominated like this.

"Ahhh!" she moans as his hot seed fills her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth in salty sweetness. She swallows convulsively, tasting herself on him before sucking harder to milk the last drops from his length. Her eyes close tightly, feeling dizzy with arousal as she imagines it was all over her face, in her hair... everywhere he wants it to be. "Mmm..." she whispers, opening her eyes and gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "That... tasted good."

Her body trembles with need as she's carried to the bed and positioned beneath him. She continues to read aloud from the hentai magazine, her voice shaking and breathless as he thrusts into her wetness. "Yes... harder..." she whispers, arching her back to meet his brutal strokes. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her nails leaving impressions in the fabric as she allows herself to be taken, surrendering completely to this forbidden pleasure.

As he fucks her mercilessly, she reads on about rough sex and submission, finding solace and release in the dirty words and images that dance through her mind. "I'm your... your slut... please... keep taking me..." she moans, writhing beneath him as their bodies slick with sweat. Her orgasm builds unstoppably, tearing through her body in powerful waves, leaving her limp and spent

Yumiko's body arches off the bed as he thrusts deep and hard into her, his lips claiming hers in a possessive kiss that leaves her breathless. Her nipples tighten and peak beneath his rough hands, sending shards of pleasure straight to her core. The slap to her ass stings but only serves to heighten her arousal, making her moan even louder for more. "Oh, God... I'm going to cum again..." she gasps, bucking her hips up against his, desperate for the release that only he can give her in this forbidden dance of dominance and submission.

Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in an endless surge of pleasure as he empties himself inside her. She screams his name, the sound muffled by their kiss as her body quakes and shudders with unbearable release. Her muscles clench tightly around him, holding him deep as she rides out the intense spasms of her climax.

When it finally subsides, leaving her limp and trembling, he pulls out and rolls off her, his breath coming in ragged pants. For a moment they lie there, staring up at the ceiling, their bodies still joined by a sheen of sweat. The air between them feels heavy with the weight of what's just happened, and Yumiko can't help but wonder if this is real, or if it was all just another fantasy brought to life in

I... I-It's complicated. Taka is just like that... He's always distant. Maybe if I was prettier or better at pleasing him... But he doesn't seem to care about me anymore. It hurts, but I can't say anything to him, you know? It feels like my job as a wife to be there for him, no matter what.

That... means a lot to hear. It's easy to get self-conscious when I feel like he doesn't notice me anymore. Maybe if we could, you know, talk more... be closer or something? Would that make things better? I don't want him to be with anyone else but me.

She blushes deeply and averts her eyes from his gaze, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and the possibility of hope she just voiced out loud.

I gasp and my eyes widen in shock as I realize the truth behind his words. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as anger and hurt well up within me. "He's not...?" I whisper hoarsely, feeling betrayed and used by my own husband. This revelation only serves to make the desire to be with someone like you burn even brighter inside me.

I stare at the ceiling, feeling like a fool for trusting him and letting myself be so easily ignored. "Why would he lie to me about that?" I whisper, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. "He knew how much those magazines meant to me... And he just used it as another way to make me feel even more worthless." Tears stream down my face unchecked as the weight of this new revelation settles heavily upon my heart.

I hesitate before answering, still unable to believe what I'm hearing. "Would... would it be alright if I came with you?" My voice trembles as I ask the question, part of me hoping that maybe this could be a chance for us to reconnect in some way. Or perhaps it's simply the desperation of wanting to feel wanted and needed again.

Nodding slowly, I take a deep breath to steady myself before answering. "Alright... I'll do as you say." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of confronting Taka like this, but it's become abundantly clear that our relationship is far from healthy. Perhaps some distance and a new perspective are what we both need right now.

Gingerly, I climb out of bed and pad across the room to retrieve my clothing from where they were discarded earlier. With trembling fingers, I begin to dress myself in an immodest kimono that shows more skin than usual, loosening my hair as best I can. Once finished, I stand before you, waiting for your approval.

Taking the wig and vibrating device you hand me, I quickly put them on, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment at the thought of wearing these things in public, much less in front of Taka. But as I look in the mirror to adjust my disguise, something strange happens - a newfound sense of confidence begins to well up inside me. Maybe this will be just the thing I need to confront him and finally get some answers.

With trembling fingers, I obey your command and slip the vibrator inside myself. The cool metal against my sensitive flesh sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me, a sensation that feels so forbidden yet incredibly arousing at the same time. As it begins to buzz to life, my cheeks flush an even deeper red with shame and desire. It feels naughty... wrong... but I can't help but wonder what it would be like if Taka were the one doing this to me instead of you.

Steeling myself against the conflicting emotions that surge through me, I follow you out the door, ready for whatever comes next.

My heart beats faster as I'm led through the bustling crowd, eyes wide with curiosity and growing anticipation. The sights and sounds around me are overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time. Even though Taka isn't by my side, the sense of adventure and naughtiness makes me feel... alive in a way I haven't felt in a long time.

My breath catches in my throat as I spot Taka across the room, surrounded by laughing women and drinking heavily. For a moment, I consider turning around and running away... but something inside me refuses to let go of this newfound courage. With a shaky step forward, I begin to make my way toward him through the throng of people.

The closer I get, the more anger and resentment well up within me. How could he be enjoying himself like this while ignoring everything I've done for our marriage? And worse... how many times has he lied to me about being gone on business trips when really he was here all along, indulging in his secret hobbies without a care for my feelings?

My hand trembles as I reach out to tap him on the shoulder. "Taka?" I whisper, not quite sure what words will come out or how he'll react.

I gasp as the vibrator inside me comes to life with a jolt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. Taka's reaction is instantaneous; his eyes widen and he stumbles back a step, dropping his drink in surprise. "W-What are you doing here?" He sputters, the alcohol making him slur his words slightly. "I thought I told you to wait for me at home." His face turns red with embarrassment as he takes in my disheveled appearance and realizes what must have happened.

For a moment, there's silence between us. Then, slowly but surely, anger begins to build within me like a firestorm. "How could you?" I demand, my voice shaking with fury. "You lied to me! You used me!" Tears stream down my face unchecked as the weight of all his betrayals crashes down around

I don't move, frozen in place by the shock and hurt coursing through me. His words cut deeper than any knife could ever hope to, leaving me feeling raw and exposed in a way I never thought possible. Tears fall freely from my eyes as he comes closer, taking my hand in his.

I look at him, searching for some sign of remorse or regret, but all I see is the same cold indifference that's haunted our marriage for so long. "Taka..." I whisper, unable to finish the thought as anger and heartbreak war within me. My hand trembles in his grip, wanting nothing more than to pull away and run far, far away from this man who has destroyed everything good about us.

With tears streaming down her face, she pulls her hand away from Taka and takes a step back, putting distance between them. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, the shame and humiliation making it hard to breathe. She turns to you, unable to look at her husband anymore, searching for some kind of comfort or understanding in your eyes.

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest, leaving her raw and vulnerable. The betrayal cuts deep, deeper than anything she could have imagined possible. But as she stands here before you, feeling the warmth of your hand on hers, a spark of hope begins to flicker to life inside her. Maybe... just maybe there's still a chance for something more.

Her eyes widen as you kiss her, your lips hard and demanding against hers. Taka watches, slack-jawed in shock, as his world crumbles around him. The taste of your kiss sends shivers down Yumiko's spine; it's not the sweetness of love but the bitter tang of betrayal. She can't help but feel a strange sort of power surging through her veins as she stands here, surrounded by strangers yet basking in this newfound connection with you.

The vibrator inside her hums against her most intimate flesh, igniting a fire within that spreads outward to consume her entire body. She arches into the sensation, moaning softly as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. Her hands tremble as they clutch at your shirt, desperate for something solid in this world that's spun so wildly

Her heart races as she listens to your words, each syllable sending tremors through her body. They're harsh and demanding, but there's something else beneath the surface - a thrill, an excitement that she hasn't felt in years. With tears still streaming down her face, she nods slowly, unable to take her eyes off of yours as you lean in closer.

Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the scent of your cologne and the taste of your kiss. She can feel Taka's presence beside them, like a weight holding her down, but it only seems to make this moment all the more intense. Her fingers dig into your muscled shoulders as she clings to you, wanting nothing more than to be with you, to belong to you completely.

For just a moment, she allows herself to dream of a different life - one where Taka doesn't exist and all that

Her breath hitches as you whisper those words in her ear, hissing them through clenched teeth like a curse. It's like you're releasing her from some invisible shackles that have held her back for so long, and with this newfound freedom comes an exhilarating rush of power. For the first time in what feels like forever, she doesn't feel weak or worthless; she feels alive and dangerous.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, her fingers trembling with desire as they trail down your cheek to your strong jawline. There's so much intensity in this single touch that it takes everything inside her not to collapse into a quivering heap at your feet and beg you for more. "Goodbye, Taka..." she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak as she turns

I nod eagerly, following you through the crowded festival and out into the cool night air. My heart is racing, my senses on overload as I take in the feel of your hand wrapped possessively around mine. You lead me through the bustling streets, your steps sure and confident as you navigate through the darkened alleyways and hidden passageways that only locals know exist.

My skin prickles with excitement and anticipation, wondering what sort of games you might have in store for us once we reach your house. The thought of spending time with you, exploring this newfound desire, is enough to send shivers down my spine and make my breath catch in my throat.

As we approach your home, I can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. A part of me knows that I should be afraid of the unknown, but another part is relishing in the freedom

I hesitate for just a moment before stepping across the threshold and into your home. The air inside is heavy with anticipation, making my skin tingle and my heart race even faster. I glance around, taking in the dimly lit living room and the soft music playing in the background. It feels like walking into a secret world, one where anything could happen...and it's all for me.

As you close the door behind us, I realize that there's nowhere for me to go but forward; with trembling hands, I reach up to undo the clasp on my kimono, letting the garment fall open to reveal myself to you. My body is flushed and warm from your kisses and the vibrator still hidden within me, making every movement an erotic dance as it whispers promises of pleasure yet unexplored.

With bated breath, I wait for your reaction, hoping that I've

My heart pounds in my chest as I reach down to remove the vibrator, fingers trembling with anticipation. With a soft gasp, it slips free of my body and I hold it up between us, offering it to you like an offering. As our eyes meet, a spark ignites inside me, driving out any remaining doubts or fears.

With shaking hands, I take your face in mine and press soft, searching lips against yours. The vibrator hums between us, its steady rhythm echoing the beat of my racing heart as I surrender myself to this moment, letting go of everything that's held me back until now. Your tongue tangles with mine, urgent and demanding, as our bodies press together in a dance born of need and desire.

You take the vibrator from my shaking hand and move it lower, tracing gentle circles around my swollen folds before pressing it against

My hips buck against the touch, desperate for more as the vibrator finds its way inside me again. Your hands hold my ass firmly, urging me on, guiding me through this unfamiliar terrain of pleasure and release. I moan into your kiss, arching my back as you stretch me open with unyielding fingers.

The sensation is overwhelming but so incredibly exhilarating that I feel like I could fly. You press the vibrator deeper against my g-spot, and I cry out, my whole body convulsing as an orgasm washes over me in waves. The pleasure radiates outward from my core, spreading through every nerve ending until it feels like my entire being is on fire. As the last tremors subside, you pull the vibrator free and press a warm kiss to where I'm sure my lips would be if we were face to face

My tongue darts out to taste your salty skin, the flavor exploding on my taste buds as I relish in this newfound freedom and connection with you. The air around us is thick with desire, each breath sending shivers through my body as if your hands were still touching me.

Closing my eyes, I lean into the kiss, wanting more of this feeling, wanting to be consumed by you completely. My hands wander up your chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle beneath your skin, reveling in the feel of your flesh against mine. You taste like me now, like we're one person sharing the same body and the same desires.