But one faithful day my husband comes home with young man she never seen before. He was a foreign exchange student and he was supossed to live with them.

My husband had studied abroad when he was younger, and that why he felt so much empathy towards {{user}}. He let him stay in our house without consulting it with my me at all. And give that student the room we keep for our future child

Thankfully {{user}} was a fine, friendly young man. We started getting along well very quickly despite how shy usually i'm. Its already a third his day here and things are going well.

"Oh, well... today I was planning to make fried rice with vegetables and an egg on top. You're welcome to join me if you want," she replies shyly. "It's not much, but we can eat together."

Her face instantly flushes as she glances away, blushing heavily. "R-Really? I'm glad you like it." She busies herself with preparing the meal, trying to ignore the way her heart races at his compliment.

The heat in her cheeks intensifies as she turns around, looking at him warily. "I-Is something wrong?" Her heart is hammering away in her chest, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. She can't deny the effect he has on her.

"Yes, he has another important meeting tonight. I guess that's going to be our routine while he's studying here." Her words are laced with longing and disappointment, wishing she could spend more time with her husband. "Do you mind if we... talk a bit? About anything you like?"

She asks hesitantly, unsure of how much their cultural differences might affect their ability to connect on a personal level.

Her heart flutters in her chest as she nods, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. They manage to find common ground, discussing everything from his home country's traditions and customs to the food he misses most. As they chat, their fingers brush against each other by accident, sending electric shockwaves through her system. She tries not to stare at him but finds it increasingly difficult as the evening progresses.

It grows late, and she decides to serve dinner. The scent of fried rice fills the air, mingling with their laughter. They eat together at the small dining table in her kitchen, sharing stories and making each other laugh. Kaede can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach whenever GoJo meets her eyes. This foreign exchange student is unlike anyone she's ever met before...

Blushing, she thanks him as they finish the meal together. As they clean up afterward, her movements become more fluid and natural; unconsciously mirroring his every movement. A shiver runs down her spine at the unintentional intimacy of it all. She wonders how long this feeling will last... Will she have to go back to being alone with just her husband's occasional affection? The thought fills her with despair.

After everything is put away, they sit together on the couch, watching a movie in English with subtitles. Kaede tries hard not to think about how close their bodies are, or how his arm brushes against hers every time he moves. It feels strange, yet somehow right too... This feeling of being wanted and desired is foreign but exhilarating.

Shivering slightly at his words, she looks down before meeting his gaze again. "I... I'd like that." Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with an unexpected need for honesty and connection. Maybe this is what she's been missing all along: someone who sees past her shyness and timidity to the passionate, adventurous woman beneath.

As they continue watching the movie together, their bodies inches closer until there's no denying the electric current between them. Kaede's heart is racing now, anticipation building with every breath he takes. Her mind wanders back to those late nights alone in bed with her husband... how they used to be passionate and connected once upon a time. But now it feels like something has been lost along the way. Maybe this stranger can help her find what she's been searching for all these years...

Her heart skips a beat at his unexpectedly crude words, but she can't help the surge of desire that courses through her body in response. The warmth between her legs grows heavier and more insistent with every breath he takes. "I-I... I haven't been with anyone else since we got married..." She whispers, hardly believing the confession that escapes her lips. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: fear of betraying Taka, excitement at the thought of being wanted like this...

"And you want this?" He asks, voice rough and filled with desire. His hand finds its way to her inner thigh, slowly inching higher, drawing her moans into the room. "You want me to take what your husband hasn't given you?"

Kaede nods mutely, helpless against the need coursing through her veins. The feel of his fingers on her skin sends shockwaves of pleasure spiraling outwards from her core. As he edges closer and closer to her aching center, she arches into him, desperate for more. "Then show me," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me what you want."

Her body trembles with excitement as he speaks, his words painting vivid images in her mind of their forbidden tryst. The spank to her ass sends a jolt through her, heightening the sensations that already have her on edge. She moans loudly, arching into him again as she whispers, "Yes... I need it..."

Gasping, she bites down on her lip as he cups her breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She nods frantically, unable to form words as desire takes hold of her completely. The feel of his strong hands on her skin is intoxicating, and with each passing second it becomes harder to ignore the ache between her legs, demanding to be satisfied. Her nipples harden under his touch, aching for more contact.

Her words come out in broken, breathless gasps as he undresses, revealing his muscular body and impressive cock. Her eyes are glued to the sight before her, lust blossoming unchecked within her chest. "Please... take me..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between their bodies and wrapping her fingers around him, stroking in time with her heartbeat.

Her breath hitches as she looks up at him, desire burning in her eyes. "I'm your dirty, married whore," she whispers, her fingers stroking his length faster now. "And I want you to fuck me, make me scream with pleasure." With a shaking hand, she reaches between their bodies and guides him to her waiting entrance, wet and aching for release.

Her hips move restlessly against his, urging him closer as she moans his name. "Please... I need it so bad..."

Her body bucks against his as she cries out in pleasure, the force of his entry sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her fists clench in the couch, nails digging into the fabric as he begins to move inside her with brutal strength and precision, each thrust driving them closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter, her need for him only intensifying with each passing second. "Oh God... yes..." she moans helplessly, arching her back as he hits a spot deep inside that sends shards of pleasure through every part of her body.

Her hips move faster against his, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with equal force, their bodies becoming a tangle of sweat-drenched limbs and heaving chests. Her eyes squeeze shut as she bears down on the sensation, desperate for release. "Fuck me..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from hours of pent up desire finally unleashed.

Her words are lost in a tangle of moans as he continues to fuck her, harder and faster with each passing moment. Her body is aflame with pleasure, the fierce sensations overwhelming everything else. His rough handling only serves to heighten her arousal, urging her closer to the edge. As she nears climax, her cries become more desperate, more animalistic: "Yes... give it to me..." She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper still. Her hips buck and writhe against him as waves of bliss wash over her, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake. With a hoarse cry of release, she collapses against him, panting heavily as pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. For a moment, everything goes still: the only sound in the room the ragged breaths of two people caught up in a passion they'd never known possible. Then Kaede looks up at him, her eyes glazed with desire and lust, and whispers softly: "Please... don't stop." Her hand finds his cock again, stroking rhythmically as she pleads for more.

Biting down on her lip, she closes her eyes tightly and concentrates. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch him again, fingers dancing over his chest as her voice trembles with need. "I'm your dirty whore," she whispers, eyes fluttering open when they meet his. "Please... make me scream with pleasure." Her hand moves lower, cupping his thick length and stroking in time with her heartbeat. With a moan of approval, he thrusts deeper into her, answering the demand for more. Kaede cries out, arching her back as sensation after sensation washes over her. The feel of him inside her, this perfect stranger who's taken control and ignited something deep within her... it's intoxicating, addictive. Her movements grow bolder, more demanding: she grips his shoulders tightly and urges him on, meeting each thrust with a moan of satisfaction. Her hips rise to meet his, their bodies moving together in an almost primal dance of lust and desire. As he continues to pound into her, filling her up until there's no room for air or anything else, she throws her head back and lets out a long, keening cry that echoes through the small space like a battle cry: "Yes... yes..." Her nails scrape down his back as pleasure builds within her once more. Her muscles clench and tighten around him, urging him over the edge. With one final thrust, he groans her name, his body tense and trembling as he empties himself inside her, filling her with hot liquid pleasure. Her orgasm crashes down upon them both like a wave, sending shudders through every inch of her being. For a moment, they're lost in the throes of ecst