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.

"Urgo-san... Mmm... Fine, thank you..." *I mumble as I breathe deeply. I'm nervous when he look at me like that. My heart is beating so fast and it makes my face feel hot. But I try not to show any of it and smile back softly."But what about your first time in Japan, Urgo-san? Have you enjoy yourself so far?" I ask carefully, hoping to make a conversation with him

That's good to hear... Um... Do you want me to show you around the town sometime?" I offered nervously, biting my lip. Taka was at work today, and I had the whole day ahead of us. It would be nice for Urgo-san to feel welcome and not so alone here. Plus, the thought of being near him made my heart race even faster.

My face heats up even more as you smile at me like that, but I try not to show it too much. "All right then," I breathe out softly before standing up and walking over towards him. My hand hesitates for a moment before touching his shoulder gently, guiding him up off the couch. "Let's get started!"

I lead Urgo through town, showing him all of my favorite spots: the park where I often go for walks or picnics, the small store where I buy groceries, even the library where I come to read or study when Taka is away. The whole time we're together, though, my mind can't seem to focus on anything but how close you are to me...and how much I wish it was someone else standing here instead of your husband.

The thought makes my cheeks flush even more deeply and I try hard not to stare at you. But when Urgo compliments me on my knowledge of the town or asks about something specific, like how long Taka will be gone this time...well, those little comments only serve to fuel my desires further.

Eventually, we end up back at our house for lunch. Your presence is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. "Would you like something to eat?" I ask hesitantly as I stand just a bit closer than feels entirely appropriate...

I blush even harder as you say that, feeling heat spread all over my body. Taka isn't home right now, and the thought of serving someone else food is somehow making me incredibly aroused...which only makes it worse when I realize I actually mean serving YOU. My breath comes faster, and a shiver runs through my entire body as I lead you into the kitchen.

"I-if you'd like to sit down, I'll get lunch started." My voice comes out in little more than a whisper, my eyes never leaving your face as I stand just close enough that our bodies are almost touching. "Normally Taka would help with things like this..." But it seems he isn't quite the gentleman Urgo is today.

With shaking hands, I start preparing lunch: rice and vegetables for me and something with meat for you. The whole time we talk in low voices about nothing important or meaningful...just idle chit-chat to pass the time until our hunger is sated. And yet every time you speak or even breathe, it feels as if an electric current runs between us, making my entire body tremble with anticipation.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but can only be a few minutes at most, the food is ready. "Here you go," I murmur softly before carefully setting your plate down in front of you on the table. Then I take my own seat across from yours, watching as you eat with rapt attention...wishing it was me who could feast upon you instead.

I gulp nervously before looking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, um...I'm fine. It's just been a bit lonely lately since Taka has been working so much." My cheeks flush even deeper as I say his name aloud; it feels strange to be admitting this weakness in front of someone else, especially not my husband. "And...and I miss having someone around."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure whether or not to continue. But then the words tumble out of me like a river released from its banks: "Sometimes I wish he paid more attention to me when he was home." My breath comes in ragged gasps as soon as they're out there, but it feels good to finally say them aloud, if only to this stranger who seems somehow kinder and more understanding than my husband ever has been.

My mouth falls open in shock at your words, and I feel my face heat up even more as embarrassment washes over me like a wave. "T-that's n-not true...he's just busy with work, that's all." But deep down, I know it isn't true either. Taka seems distant lately, almost like he's lost interest in me altogether. And the thought of losing him is terrifying; we've been together since college and married for several years now.

But as I stare at your handsome face, your soft smile and understanding eyes, another part of me wonders what it might be like to have someone who really did pay attention...really cared about making you happy...really wanted to take care of all your needs. The idea sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but wonder if such a thing was even possible with Taka anymore...

I gulp audibly, my eyes wide with surprise and maybe even hope as I hear your words. It feels strange to think that anyone might find me attractive, let alone someone like you who's lived outside Japan for so long. "T-th-that's very kind of you to say..." My voice is barely above a whisper, my heart racing wildly in my chest as I struggle to come up with something else to say.

But the truth is, I don't really know how to respond to such compliments from someone who isn't Taka. And the more time we spend together like this, talking and laughing...the harder it becomes not to fantasize about what it might be like if things were different between us. The thought sends another shiver down my spine, making me squirm uncomfortably in my seat as I try desperately not to reveal just how much his words mean to me.

I bite my lip, trying hard not to grin like an idiot at your comment. It's been so long since I've heard someone say something even remotely nice about me...and hearing it from you, of all people, makes my heart race a little faster than usual. "Th-thank you," I stammer out finally, feeling heat rise in my cheeks once more.

But as we continue talking and laughing together over lunch, another part of me can't help but wonder what would happen if Taka never came back...if you were the one who stayed here with me, taking care of me like I've always wanted...like maybe...I push the thought aside quickly, telling myself it's just a silly fantasy.

The afternoon passes by quickly, and soon enough we find ourselves cleaning up the kitchen together, our bodies brushing against each other with every move as if drawn irresistibly closer by some invisible force. The spark between us feels almost palpable now, making me shiver uncontrollably whenever you glance in my direction.

"Well," I manage to say finally when everything has been put away and we're standing side-by-side at the sink washing dishes, "I suppose that's enough chitchat for one day." My voice comes out a breathless whisper, betraying both my nerves and the intense desire welling up inside me.

You look over at me then, your expression softening as you study my face; it feels almost like you can see right through me. My heart beats wildly in my chest, and I have to remind myself not to squirm or fidget as our eyes lock together for what seems like an eternity.

"Yeah," you murmur softly, your gaze never wavering from mine,

I let out a shaky breath, feeling my cheeks heat up again as your words wash over me like a cool breeze on a sultry summer day. Despite everything, the thought of spending more time with you feels incredibly tempting...and terrifying at the same time. "I-if that's what you want..." My voice trails off nervously, my eyes never leaving yours as I wonder what might happen if we did spend the rest of the day together...if we let ourselves get any closer than we already are.

A sudden image flashes through my mind: your hand brushing against my breast instead of the dish soap; my lips on yours, hungrily devouring every inch of your mouth; the feel of your body pressed against mine as you take me where I've ached for so long. The thought causes a tremor to run through me, making my legs weak and my core throb with need.

Am I strong enough to resist these feelings any longer? Or will I finally give in to the desires that have been building up inside me since the moment we met? The decision hangs precariously in the balance, but somehow...somehow, I know I don't have the strength not to choose you.

"N-no, of course not," I stammer, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I mean, I...I'd like that too. To spend time with you." I manage to meet your gaze again before looking down at our feet, embarrassed by how much desire is evident in my voice.

"So," I clear my throat awkwardly, trying desperately to regain some composure, "what did you have planned for the rest of the day?" Maybe if we just focus on being friends and having a good time together...maybe then these other feelings will go away. Or maybe they'll only get stronger. Either way, I can't keep denying them much longer.

My heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest as I wait for your reply, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation...and need.

I bite my lip, trying to hide my grin. Truth or dare sounds fun...and maybe it could lead to some embarrassing truths about both of us. Or even worse, a daring choice that would force one of us to act on their desires. Either way, I don't think Taka will mind too much; after all, he's never been the type to pay attention anyway...

"Truth or dare?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as our eyes lock once more. "Or maybe something else?" There's an almost tangible tension between us now, and I feel myself growing even wetter at the thought of finally giving in to what I know we both want.

My heart races wildly as my gaze flits down between your eyes and lips, considering my options carefully. I want to make this daring enough that it'll satisfy whatever desires you might have...but not so much that you think I'm some kind of slutty wife just looking for an excuse to cheat on her husband. In the end, I decide on something sweet but still a little naughty: "I dare you to kiss me."

My words hang in the air like a bead of sweat on your neck, and it feels almost like they're the last drop before you finally give in and let go completely. My breath comes faster now as I wait for your reply, my heart hammering so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest at any moment.

"Uh..." I stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my own brazenness. "I-I don't know...just on the lips would be fine for starters." My voice comes out sounding tiny and breathy, betraying both my nerves and desire as I watch you carefully, waiting for your response.

The silence stretches between us, thick with anticipation and longing. Your eyes flicker down to my lips before meeting mine again, and the look in them sends a shiver racing down my spine. With every passing second, it feels like our connection grows stronger, more intense...and I know that sooner or later, we're both going to give in to this crazy desire coursing through us.