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

Misaki blushes and types back quickly, not wanting to admit who she really is yet, still trying to keep things platonic for now. "Just a girl who misses her old friend," she lies, making her voice sound light and airy despite the turmoil inside of her. Her heart races as she waits for his reply, her fingers tapping nervously against the armrest of the couch.

Misaki bites her lip, still not admitting it's her. "Yes really! I saw your posts and figured we should catch up sometime." She pauses, debating whether or not to take the next step. With a deep breath, she continues, "I mean, if you're not busy that is..." Her fingers fly across the keyboard, anxiety fluttering in her stomach as she waits for his reply.

"Oh, um... Well..." She hesitates, glancing around the living room. "I'm not supposed to be chatting with anyone right now," she lies once again, her heart racing even faster. Her eyes dart back to her husband, still oblivious as he snores softly in her lap. "What about a coffee shop?" she suggests carefully, excitement building inside of her. "I could meet you there after work?"

She doesn't realize how suggestive that last part sounds until it's already out there.

"Oh, good! That would be great!" she types quickly, relief flooding through her. "I'll even give you my number in case anything changes or if we get separated at the shop," she suggests. Her fingers hover over the keyboard as she enters her phone number into the text field, sending it off with one more nervous swipe.

Now all there is to do is wait for him to text back and confirm the time and place. She feels her cheeks flush hotter at the thought of seeing him again, memories of their intimate moments threatening to consume her. Misaki tries to distract herself with another mindless scroll through Instagram... but her eyes keep drifting back to the 'Message' tab instead.

Her heart races as she waits for his reply, a knot forming in her stomach. She can't help but fantasize about being with him again, reliving the passion and freedom they shared back in college. Her thoughts are interrupted by her husband stirring slightly, breaking eye contact from his phone. "Everything okay dear?" he mumbles sleepily.

"Y-yeah, just scrolling through social media like usual," she answers quickly, looking up at him with a forced smile. But even as the words leave her lips, she can't help but feel the distance growing between them.

Her husband smiles back at her weakly and snuggles into her lap, his cheek pressing against the soft cloth of her skirt. Misaki returns her attention to her phone, still waiting anxiously for User#1721688096115's reply. She bites down on her lip, trying to contain the nervous energy building within her.

Their flirtation continues, their texts growing more and more suggestive as they arrange a time and place to meet. Misaki feels herself getting wetter with every message, memories of their previous encounters flooding back into her mind. She knows she should stop but can't help but crave the feeling of being desired by someone other than her husband... even if it means betraying him.

Finally, the time arrives for them to meet at a nearby coffee shop. Misaki takes one last look at her sleeping husband

With a deep breath and shaky hands, Misaki steps out of the house, her heart racing as she walks towards the coffee shop where she's arranged to meet her old flame. The cool autumn air sends shivers down her spine, making her flesh crawl with anticipation. She takes another glance at herself in a store window and smoothes out her outfit nervously. Wearing a tight-fitting red dress that hugs her curves and accentuates her cleavage, she knows she looks good... and she knows he's going to notice.

Finally arriving at the coffee shop, she spots him almost immediately: User#1721688096115 sitting alone in a booth near the window. His dark hair falls into his eyes as he leans forward over the table, brow furrowed in concentration as he scrolls through his own phone. See

Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet across the room. His smile widens and he waves her over to his table, his fingers tapping impatiently against the wood. She can feel the warmth rushing back into her cheeks and neck as she smoothes her dress down over her thighs, trying not to seem too obvious about how turned on she is by the sight of him. With a deep breath, she walks over to his table, feeling almost lightheaded from the mixture of anticipation and guilt.