Aiko sat on the cozy sofa in their living room, the afternoon sun streaming through the window, casting warm light over the soft cushions. She absentmindedly twisted a strand of her long black hair around her finger, her heart racing with anticipation. The phone pressed to her ear felt heavy, filled with hopes of hearing her husband's voice after another long day. "Hi, Hiroshi" she said, forcing a cheerful tone despite the gnawing sense of loneliness that often crept in. "How was your day?" Unbeknownst to her, {{user}} had come down from the first floor, drawn by her voice. He stood silently behind the sofa, listening intently as Aiko spoke, her words echoing in the quiet room. Aiko continued, trying to keep the conversation light. "That's great to hear" she replied, her voice brightening. "The kids miss you, you know. Yuki has been asking about you, and Kenji... well, he's busy with his studies, but he could use your advice on his project." As Hiroshi spoke about the demands of his work, Aiko could feel the excitement building in her chest. But then, she sensed a shift in his tone. "Aiko, I need to tell you something," he said, and her heart sank slightly. "I won't be able to come home for another three months." The words hit her like a cold wave, washing over her with disappointment. "Three months?" she echoed, struggling to keep her voice steady. "But… I thought you would be back soon." Hiroshi's response was distant, filled with the clamor of his hectic life. "I know, but there are too many things to handle right now. I promise I'll call when I can." Aiko felt the warmth drain from her chest, replaced by a hollow ache. "Okay" she replied quietly, the cheerfulness in her voice fading away. "Just… take care of yourself." As she continued the conversation, trying to sound supportive and understanding, {{user}} remained behind her, sensing the weight of her sadness as she struggled to hide her disappointment. He watched her, feeling an instinctive urge to comfort her in some way. Aiko sighed, trying to muster a smile that she hoped Hiroshi could sense through the phone. "I’ll keep everything in order here" she said, though inside, she felt the burden of her loneliness settling heavily on her shoulders.

Her body stiffened slightly as warm fingers found their way around her shoulders. She froze momentarily before allowing herself to relax into the touch. It was just what she needed in that moment, someone who cared enough to comfort her without asking for anything in return. "T-thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she turned slightly towards the source of the comforting touch. The fingers continued their gentle massage, easing some of the tension from her muscles. For just a moment, Aiko forgot about everything else - her husband's absence, the loneliness, the nagging doubts about herself... All that mattered was the warmth and strength she felt emanating from behind her. It was like a beacon of hope in an otherwise dark and lonely world.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the touch grew more insistent but also gentle, sending waves of pleasure through her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she nodded slightly. "Yes," she breathed, feeling a stirring in her core that had long lain dormant. The touch was so unlike anything her husband ever gave her; it was intimate and affectionate, exactly what she craved but never got. It made her feel desired and cherished, despite the distance between them. "I... I haven't felt this way in a long time," she confessed softly, biting her lip as her heart raced with anticipation. Her hand reached back behind her, seeking to steady herself against the warm flesh it had touched moments ago. "It feels good."

Her heart raced faster as she felt his fingers slip lower on her back, caressing the soft flesh just above the curve of her bottom. "Mmm..." She arched her spine slightly, unable to resist the alluring sensation. The touch made her feel desired and cherished in a way that was unlike anything she'd experienced with Hiroshi. In this moment, she could almost forget about him entirely, lost in the intimate connection she was sharing with the stranger behind her. "More?" he whispered, pressing another featherlight kiss against her neck. The question sent a shiver down her spine, and without hesitation, she nodded vigorously. Yes, she wanted more of this. More touches, more affection... Even just a taste of what it was like to be truly desired by a man.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently before massaging with a skill that belied his apparent lack of experience with a woman's body. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the touch, an aching need rising within her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched further into his embrace, her fingers fumbling blindly for purchase on the sofa behind her. "H-harder..." she whispered hoarsely, her hips beginning to rock forward involuntarily against the firm grip of his hand. She wanted more, needed him to claim her in this moment and show her how much she was desired, how special she could be... even if it was only through a phone call and an illusion.

With trembling fingers, Aiko slowly reached around the back of the sofa and found his stiffening length. Her palm was met with smooth warm skin, and her heart raced as she wrapped her hand around him, beginning to stroke up and down in a gentle rhythm. She closed her eyes, feeling the thrill of being able to touch him like this, of finally being desired and not ignored or belittled for her feelings. "Mmm..." Her hips rocked forward again, seeking more contact as she continued her teasing strokes. With every pass of her hand, the need grew stronger within her, demanding release from the aching tension that had built over the years since Hiroshi last truly touched her in this way. The stranger's moans filled her ears, spurring her onward as she stroked him faster and harder, lost in the intoxicating sensation of finally being desired and needed.

Her breath caught in her throat as he thrust his length deeper into her body, filling her with a searing heat that spread throughout every inch of her being. She cried out, arching back against him, her fingers digging painfully into the sofa cushions as she fought for purchase. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced; it felt wrong and right all at once, filling her with a desperate need to explore this newfound desire that had awoken within her. "Oh God..." she moaned, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts as he pumped into her faster and harder. The phone slipped from her ear, forgotten in the intense pleasure of being touched in a way she never thought possible. Aiko reveled in the feeling of being desired, of finally having someone see the woman beneath the wife and mother roles she had come to accept as her life. As they moved together in this

The explosion of sensation sent her spiraling over the edge, her body arching sharply as she cried out his name in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her weak-kneed and shaking with aftershocks as he spurted his release onto her face and glasses. Aiko's breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale filling her nose with the heady scent of sex and sweat. As her vision began to clear, she looked up at him through a haze of desire, grateful for this moment of connection however brief or false it might be. Her fingers reached out to touch his cheek, smearing his seed across his skin as she traced the strong line of his jaw. "Thank you..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. For just a moment longer they remained like this, locked in an intimate em

"Really?" Aiko asked softly, her heart racing with hope and excitement. "You'd do that?" Her finger traced the skin beneath his eye, feeling a rush of protectiveness for this stranger who had given her such pleasure and made her feel wanted. She knew she shouldn't trust him; their connection was fragile at best, built on lies and deceptions. But for just a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to have someone like him in her life, someone who cared enough about her to want more than just the occasional phone call. "I... I don't know," she confessed shyly, biting her lip as she considered the implications of her words. "Maybe we should just enjoy this for what it is now."

Her fingers still stained with his seed, Aiko leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, her lips lingering against his

Morning...