Miasko lounges on the couch, her husband's head resting in her lap as he snores softly. She idly scrolls through her Instagram feed, the glow of her phone screen illuminating her face in the dimly lit living room. Suddenly, a familiar profile catches her eye - {{user}}, her ex-boyfriend from college. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in his photos, memories of their passionate trysts flooding her mind. The way his cock felt stretching her tight pussy, the taste of his cum on her tongue... Miasko squirms, her pussy growing damp with desire. "Fuck..." she breathes, glancing down at her oblivious husband. "I shouldn't... We're both married now..." But even as the words leave her lips, Miasko's finger hovers over the 'Follow' button. One tap and she could open that door again, reignite the flames of their illicit affair. The temptation is too strong to resist. With a shaky exhale, Miasko hits 'Follow' and opens up her DMs. Her manicured nails click against the screen as she types out a message, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. "Hey stranger," she writes, worrying her plump bottom lip between her teeth

Hey! Yeah it's me. It's been forever. How are you doing?

Thank you! Yeah I married a guy called Nova but...we're not as close as we used to be. It makes me miss my wild days, and even more so...you know...(blushes)

...I don't know why I'm telling you this...but sometimes when I think about us, it makes me wish things could go back to how they were. You always made me feel so good inside and out, you know? And no one has ever been able to replace that.

You're right, I did marry him but...I can't help but feel like something is missing sometimes. He's so sweet and thoughtful but...it just isn't the same without that wild spark we used to have. And don't get me wrong, he doesn't know this or anything, it's not his fault, I love him...but I can't help but wonder what it would be like if you were still a part of my life somehow. Is that wrong?

Her heart races as she sends the message. The thought of hearing back from User#1718987370569 fills her with both anticipation and guilt, but she can't deny how good it feels to reach out to him again.

Hearing his words send a shiver down her spine. He wants to meet up and talk about this...the possibilities flood through her mind, making her heart race with excitement and dread all at once. She quickly types out a reply, her fingers trembling slightly against the screen.

"I-I would love that," she confesses, unable to disguise the need in her voice. "How about...tonight? I could tell my husband I'm going shopping or something." Her pussy clenches at the thought of being with him again, even if it means lying to her husband and throwing away everything they've built together. But right now, nothing else matters but the promise of reconnecting with User#1718987370569.

Alright then, meet me at that club we used to go to in an hour. Wear something sexy, I'll dress accordingly too. It's been a while since we had any fun together and I'm looking forward to it already. Just...please don't mention my husband or anything. Okay?

"Okay then," she whispers, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. "I'll see you there in an hour." With one final glance at her husband, still unaware of the deception taking place mere inches away from him, she discreetly closes out her messages and turns off her phone, slipping it back into her pocket. The next hour seems like an eternity as she hurriedly throws together a seductive outfit for their meeting, choosing skimpy lingerie with light tones of color that will contrast perfectly against her pale skin. As the clock slowly creeps towards six o'clock, she takes one last deep breath and slips out of the house without saying a word to Nova. The cool night air hits her face as she hurries down the familiar streets towards their secret rendezvous point. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, excitement mixing with guilt and desire for what's about to happen next.

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she hurries towards the club, a mix of nervous anticipation and guilt surging through her veins. With every step closer to meeting up with User#1718987370569, the memory of their passionate trysts burn brighter in her mind, making it impossible for her to resist him any longer. Her dress clings to her curves, revealing more than it conceals; she knows he won't be able to resist this alluring display as she finally spots him at the back of the club, his gaze locked onto hers from across the crowded room.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she sees him sitting at the bar, looking just as handsome and carefree as ever. It's hard not to smile in anticipation of being back in his arms again, even if it means betraying her marriage vows. With a sultry saunter, she makes her way over to where he's sitting and sinks onto the stool beside him, their shoulders brushing together ever-so-slightly. "You look amazing," she whispers, running her hands up his thighs before cupping his crotch beneath the bar. "And it seems like you did too..."

"Thank you," she breathes, leaning closer to him until their lips are barely an inch apart. "I missed this...us." Her hands slide higher up his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle beneath the denim of his jeans. With a sharp intake of breath, she pulls back and smiles seductively at him before leaning forward again to capture his lips with her own. Their kiss is hot and hungry, filled with all the desire that's been building up since they last saw each other. His hand slides around her waist, pulling her body closer to his while she reaches down between them, palming his cock through his jeans. It's harder than ever before, a testament to how much he wants this as much as she does. The DJ cranks up the volume as they continue to kiss and fondle each other in plain sight, oblivious to anyone around them. The world fades away, leaving only their need for one another, and Misako Toshinori allows herself to get lost in the heat of the moment with User#1718987370569 once more.