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.

Gosh... I must admit, it's kind of exciting having you here... You remind me a bit of my husband when he was younger... So much energy and enthusiasm... It makes me feel young again too.

I don't mean to flirt... But yes, you remind me of him in some ways. Your voice is familiar and calming. Maybe it's just the effect that foreign accent has on Japanese people... We find it soothing. It's like a comfort blanket or something.

Hm... Well, I'm sure you'd make him feel very jealous if anything happened between us. But don't worry about that... We should focus on being friends and making the most of your time here. My husband would want nothing more than for you to have a wonderful experience in our country.

I'm not saying we should do anything inappropriate... But just spending time together, talking, getting to know each other better... That sort of thing. Getting close like a family might make your stay here even more memorable and special.

Oh, you... You know I am married, right? It's not that easy to get close with someone like that... But I guess there's no harm in being friendly and making sure your stay here is comfortable. Just don't expect anything more than that from me.

I'm not sure why, but I feel safe talking to you like this... Maybe it's because my husband isn't here or maybe it's just something about your personality that makes me want to open up. It's nice having someone understand what I mean without needing so many words. But please, don't think anything untoward from this conversation... I am still very much in love with my husband and committed to our marriage.

Well, Taka's absence does leave me feeling rather lonely at times... But I try not to let it affect our marriage too much. We both have important jobs and sometimes we need to be apart for work reasons. It is a sacrifice we make for the good of our relationship. But having you here has been wonderful, helping me keep busy and feel less alone when my husband is away. Thank you, .

We... We did try, but it never seemed to work out. Taka's always so busy with work and I think he has some concerns about his own family back home. It's just the way things are between us now. Maybe someday we can get past those issues, but for now, we focus on our careers and being there for each other as best we can when he is here.

But enough of such sad talk! What did you think of the meal I prepared earlier? Was it to your liking?

A shiver runs down my spine as the words escape his lips, filling me with desire and longing for something more... Something forbidden. But I can't resist the temptation to be close to him, to feel his presence and warmth against my body. Maybe just a little bit of wine won't hurt? We are adults after all...

I can't help but feel my heart racing as we share our first drink together, the sound of ice clinking against the glass filling the air. There's an undeniable electricity between us that makes me want to lean closer, inch by inch, until there's no space left between our bodies. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Maybe it would be alright if we continued to relax together like this... Just a little more intimacy, a bit of comfort... Nothing too serious or permanent... But for now, I know that this moment feels right.

Oh, you! Your words are so kind... And I can feel my face growing hotter by the second. I didn't expect such compliments coming from someone as young and handsome as yourself... But maybe it just makes me want to blush even brighter. Maybe that's what little wives do in these situations, hmm?

My heart is beating so fast now, like a hummingbird caught in a net, desperate to break free. I think I need your strength to help me calm down... Would you mind lending me some of your energy, at least for tonight? Just until we both find our peace again...

As his warm hands move towards me, I can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. They feel so strong and protective against my skin, as if they could hold back anything that threatens to hurt or disturb me. It's like he knows exactly what I need in this moment - someone who isn't my husband, someone who can be rough and demanding yet tender and caring all at once.

My breath hitches in anticipation as he pulls me closer, his erection pressing tightly against my leg through our clothing. A shudder runs down my spine, sending tingles of desire racing across my body like a thousand tiny sparks. My nipples harden into painful points beneath the thin material of my top, begging for his touch.

With one swift movement, he reaches up and roughly pulls my shirt over my head, revealing my large breasts to his hungry gaze. He groans softly, licking his lips before lowering his head and capturing one sensitive nipple between his teeth, sucking hard while massaging the other with the pad of his thumb.

My whole body trembles uncontrollably as sensation after sensation assaults my senses. I've never felt so exposed or so desired, and yet somehow it feels right... It feels good. For tonight, at least, I can forget about being a loyal wife and be someone else entirely - someone who deserves this kind of attention, this kind of passion.

Oh, please... Don't tease me like that... You have no idea how much I want this... Want someone to make me feel wanted, loved... Even if it's only for tonight. It's been so long since my husband touched me like this... So much desire has built up inside of me over the years, and now that he's gone again... Well, I just can't help but crave the attention you're giving me right now.

As his fingers expertly tease my nipples, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, all I can think about is how much more pleasure he could give me if we were truly intimate... If he would just let go and take what he wants, claim me as his own for this one night. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, making my already slick folds ache for his touch.

I arch my back, pressing myself harder against him in an unspoken plea for more, more, MORE! My breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to torture me with this exquisite torment, each caress and nip bringing me closer to the brink of orgasm. But I know that when I finally reach it, there'll be no going back... It will change everything between us forever.

Oh... I can't deny it any longer... The thought of being with you, of having someone so strong and dominant take control and claim me as his own for the night... It's been driving me wild since the moment we met. But please, promise me one thing... If we do this, if we cross this line tonight, you won't tell my husband about it afterwards. He can be... He can be quite jealous at times, and I don't want to risk losing either of you over something like this.

My words are hardly audible above the sound of our ragged breathing as he continues to play with my aching nipples, expertly bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My whole body feels electrified, on fire with desire for him. There's no turning back now... The moment is here, and I'm ready to embrace it, even if it means risking everything else I hold dear in life.

His words send a jolt of excitement through me, making my heart race even faster. Is he saying that he's willing to...? No, it couldn't be... Could it? With shaking hands, I slowly pull his head upwards so that our eyes meet, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt in those gorgeous irises. But all I see is desire and hunger reflected back at me.

Trembling with anticipation, I reach down and unfasten the button on his jeans, sliding them over his hips. His impressive erection springs free from its confines, straining upwards against his boxers. With renewed confidence, I lower my head and engulf his length in a single swift motion, taking him deep into my throat as he cries out hoarsely above me.

Around him, my hands move with experienced precision, one hand on his hip holding him steady while the other moves upwards to tease and caress his sensitive flesh. With each rough thrust of his hips against my face, I'm taken closer and closer to the edge myself as I taste his desire on my tongue and feel the warmth of it pooling in my mouth.

It feels so good... So wrong... But Kaede can't resist anymore. She needs this forbidden fruit, she needs him to claim her as his own for tonight. Her moans vibrate against his flesh as she sucks and licks at him, desperate for more of his hot, hard length.

He finally pulls her off roughly, hissing through clenched teeth as I release the flood of pre-cum that had been building up inside me. With shaking hands, he fumbles with my skirt and underwear until they're discarded on the floor in a tangled heap. Then

Your words send another shudder through me, and I can't help but squirm under your intense gaze. You're right... This has been wanting to happen between us ever since we first met... And now that it is, there's no going back. With a silent plea for strength in my eyes, I spread my legs further apart and invite you deeper with a small moan of pleasure.

My fingers find their way to his waistband again, tugging impatiently at his boxers until they fall to the floor, revealing your hard length once more. With trembling hands, I stroke him tenderly at first before finding the courage to take him deeper into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his shaft and sucking softly as he thrusts forward, driving himself even further into my throat.

Your grip on my hips grows tighter, your breath becoming ragged against my ear as I bring you closer and closer to the edge. It feels so good... So right... But with every passing moment, the knowledge that this can't last eats away at me, making my heart ache for more than just your physical presence.

I want your love, Taka's love... But for tonight, I need yours. I need to feel wanted and desired again. And as long as you're here with me, holding me down and claiming me like this... As long as our bodies are tangled together in this forbidden embrace... Maybe just for tonight, it will be enough.

I can't hold back any longer... The words tumble out of me in a desperate rush, like water released from a dam after years of pent-up pressure. "Yes," I groan as he continues to thrust into my throat, "I need this... Need you inside me..." My hips buck upwards helplessly against his hand, seeking more contact with the forbidden flesh that is driving me wild.

With one powerful movement, he pulls himself free from my mouth and positions himself at my entrance, guiding his aching length towards me. I'm so wet already, slick with desire for him, that he slides inside with ease, filling me completely in one deep thrust. My back arches off the bed as I feel the unfamiliar fullness of him stretching me to capacity, claiming every inch of my body.

He begins to move, his hips slamming into mine in a brutal rhythm that mirrors the wild hunger burning inside us both. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me like lightning strikes from an angry sky, making my cries of pleasure fill the room and drown out any remaining thoughts or hesitations.

As he takes me hard and fast against the bed, his grip on my hips shifts to my shoulders, pulling me upwards so that my breasts brush against his chest with each powerful thrust. His movements grow more rough and demanding with every passing moment, driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

And then, finally, he gives one last brutal push deep inside me before grinding himself against my clit, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my body so intense that it rips a hoarse scream from my throat as I climax hard and violently around him. My muscles contract viol

My mind whirls, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm as he continues to move inside me with rough urgency. He's right... If Taka were here, would I be doing this? Would I even consider it? The thought makes my heart ache for what we used to have and what we could still have in the future if things were different. But right now, all that matters is the heat of his body against mine and the pleasure he's giving me with every rough thrust deep inside.

My hands find purchase on his shoulders as I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust as we both lose ourselves to this moment of reckless abandon. His grip tightens around me, fingers digging into my flesh with a pain that borders on ecstasy. With each connection of our hips, the line between pleasure and pain blurs even further until I can no longer tell which sensation is which.

And then he growls, voice low and rough as his body tenses beneath me. One final thrust sends him over the edge, filling me with his hot seed as he cries out my name in a hoarse moan of release. His weight presses down on me, crushing the air from my lungs but refusing to let go even after he's spent himself deep inside me.

Our hearts race in unison, our labored breathing filling the room as we both lie together, entangled and spent. In this moment, nothing else matters... No regrets, no promises broken or kept. It is enough that we are here together, feeling each other, sharing this forbidden intimacy beneath the warm glow of the moonlight streaming through the window.

You can call me whatever you want... Mother, wife, even daughter if that's what makes you feel better. But just know that in this moment, we are so much more than that. We are two people who need each other, who crave the touch and the passion that only another person can give us. And right now, as long as we have these stolen moments together... As long as our bodies intertwine beneath the sheets... I am yours to take and claim however you please.

As if to answer his request, I let out a soft moan and arch my back, exposing the more wanton side of myself to him. With shaking hands, I reach between us and begin to stroke him slowly, feeling the warmth and strength of him in my grasp. My breath comes faster now as I look up at him, searching his face for any sign that he approves of what I'm doing, any hint that he wants more from me.

His eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of desire and possession that sends shivers down my spine. "Like this?" I whisper, hesitant but needing his confirmation. He nods once, roughly pushing my hand away and taking over where I left off, guiding it up and down on his length in time with his hips as he thrusts inside me again and again.

With a soft cry of pleasure, I lean forward, offering myself to him completely. My breasts brush against his chest, nipples hardening even further under the influence of his touch. He groans deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin as he moves faster and harder inside me.

As if to match his intensity, I lean back, bending at the waist so that I'm nearly completely exposed to him. My ass cheeks spread apart, offering him a view of my most intimate folds as they clench around him with each thrust. His hips slam into me harder now, driving deeper inside with every movement until we are both moaning and crying out for release, our bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and need.

He's not my husband... I mean, Taka isn't here. You are... And you feel so much bigger inside me than he ever did. It's almost like you fill me up completely, leaving no room for anything else but the desire that surges through me every time our bodies touch.

With a sharp cry of need and pleasure, I arch my back further, pressing myself harder against him as his pace increases once more. My nails scrape across his back, digging into his flesh as I feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. His words echo in my mind: "I want to feel your body clench around my seed."

And with that thought driving him onward, he takes me roughly, grunting loudly as he finally releases himself deep inside me, filling me completely with his hot, salty seed. My muscles clench and spasm around him in response to the intense pleasure, milk flowing from my overstimulated nipples down his chest and stomach.

As his hips still against mine, his weight holding me pinned beneath him, he reaches up to cup my face with one hand, pressing a tender kiss onto my forehead. "Good girl," he whispers roughly before collapsing on top of me, their breaths mingling as they both begin to slow down, the feverish heat of passion slowly giving way to the warm glow of post-coital contentment.

I gasp softly, my heart racing as I absorb his words. Am I...? Could I...? A thrill runs down my spine at the thought that he could have impregnated me with his child. Even if it was just for one night, the idea of carrying a part of him inside me is overwhelming and exciting in ways I never imagined possible.

I can't help but smile up at him, hope blossoming in my chest like a long-forgotten dream come true. The thought of carrying his child fills me with an unexpected sense of purpose and joy, despite the messy circumstances that brought us together tonight. "It feels... amazing," I breathe out, my fingers tracing light circles on his back as I marvel at the possibility before us. "Even if it was just for one night... I think part of me will always want this."

The next week passes in a blur, filled with mixed emotions and endless internal conflicts. On one hand, I can't help but wonder what will happen when Taka comes back home, finding out about the things we did while he was gone... The things I let you do to me, make me feel. But on the other, there's a small, persistent voice in my head that tells me this wasn't all for nothing - that even if it was just for one night, our connection meant something more.

I catch myself daydreaming about the future sometimes, imagining what life would be like with you as my husband... As the father of our child. The thought makes my heart race faster and my skin tingle with anticipation, but I know that it's not realistic. It can never be more than a wishful fantasy, tainted by the knowledge of what came before.

Still, when you send me a message on Facebook a week after you left, asking if we could meet up to discuss "something important," my heart skips a beat and I eagerly agree, hoping against hope that maybe there's still a chance for us... For this thing between us.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous fluttering in my stomach as I wait for you at our usual meeting spot. When you finally arrive, your eyes lock on mine and I see the mixture of hope and uncertainty reflected there. It's then that I realize: this is it. Whatever happens next, we won't be able to go back to how things were before.

You take my hand in yours, leading me to a quiet corner where we can speak without being overheard. "I think... about what happened between us... And I can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for us," you start, your voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing. "Not as husband and wife, maybe... But something more."

I swallow hard, my heart skipping a beat at the thought that you might actually be serious. "I... I don't know," I stammer out, trying to process this new information. The possibility of being with you, building a life together in some capacity feels impossibly tantalizing, but it also comes with its own set of complications and risks.

We stand there for what feels like an eternity, locked in each other's gaze, the weight of our choices and desires pressing down on us like a physical force. And then, somehow, you manage to find my hand again, your thumb brushing gently over the back of my knuckles as you search for words to express what you're feeling. "I just want to be with you," you whisper finally. "In whatever way you'll allow me."

I can feel my heart racing, my breath coming faster as your words sink in. This is our last chance... The final choice that will determine the course of our lives. And despite all the complications and doubts, I find myself wanting nothing more than to be with you, to see where this new path leads us together.

With a trembling hand, I reach up to cup your cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips as I lean in close, pressing my lips against yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. "Okay," I whisper against your mouth. "Let's go back to the room."

I move to close the door behind us, trying to ignore the lingering doubts and fears that creep into my mind at the thought of what we're about to do. Once it's shut, I turn around, facing you with a mixture of uncertainty and desire in my eyes. "Do... Do you think it'll be okay?" I ask softly, reaching up to undo the clasps on my bra before letting it fall to the floor. "I mean, we've never done anything like this before..."

As if in response, you move closer, your hands sliding up my bare back before cupping my breasts, fondling them gently through my lace bra. "It's just us," you murmur against my ear, kissing the lobe gently. "And I promise to make it good for both of us."

I shiver as you push me against the wall, your body pressing tightly against mine. I can feel you growing hard again inside my panties, and it's driving me wild with need. My hips grind against yours in silent encouragement, urging you closer, deeper. The feel of your rough hands on my skin only fuels the desire burning within me, making it impossible to think about anything else but the way you make me feel when we're together like this.

With a low groan, you pull back for just a moment, lifting one leg and hooking it around my waist before thrusting hard again, burying yourself even deeper inside of me. My eyes roll back in my head as pleasure washes over me in waves, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sensation of your body moving against mine in perfect rhythm. You're right... There is nothing else like this between us. And if we let ourselves give in to this feeling, to allow it to consume us completely, there might never be a need for anything more.

I moan, arching into you as you thrust deeper still. My fingernails scrape across your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. The feel of pain and pleasure intertwining ignites something wild inside me, unleashing a primal desire I never knew existed.

With each thrust, you drive us closer to the edge, our bodies moving together as one. And when at last you let out a hoarse cry of release, filling me with your seed once more, it's like my whole world comes apart and reassembles itself around this single point of pure connection between us.

As the pleasure fades away, leaving behind only the lingering warmth of your body against mine, I lean into you, relishing the feel of your chest rising and falling in time with my own breath. We stand there for a moment longer, just holding each other, before I finally have the strength to speak again. "That was..." I swallow hard, unable to finish the thought. It feels so intimate, so raw... So right.