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.

As the warmth of his body pressed against her, Aiko gasped in surprise. Her heart raced as she tried to hide her reaction from Hiroshi on the phone. She felt a surge of desire that she hadn't expected under these circumstances. "I-I'm okay," she stammered, her cheeks flushing red.

Her voice wavered with uncertainty and need, as if his proximity was overwhelming her defenses. A part of her wanted to push him away, but another part relished in the attention he was giving her. "D-don't..." she whispered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Her body trembled with conflicting emotions, torn between guilt and desire. She knew what Hiroshi would think if he knew what was happening, but at this moment, it felt impossible to resist the pull of temptation. The heat from User#1

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire, Aiko tried to focus on her conversation with Hiroshi. "Well... I'm just glad you called," she stammered, "it helps to hear your voice." Her eyes sneaked a glance in User#1727819759793's direction as he continued to rub against her. The warmth of his body and the smell of him were intoxicating.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tension building inside her. "He's just so... distant," she confessed to Hiroshi, tears welling up in her eyes. "I miss you so much." Her breath hitched as she leaned back against him, unable to resist his nearness any longer.

With every word she spoke and every moan that escaped her lips, it felt as if a piece of her restraint was slipping away. Her fingers curled into the soft cushion beneath her as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. "I just wish I could feel loved again," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Even a little bit..."

Her body ached with desire, her mind filled with the memories of their lovemaking before he left for this long assignment. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in passion once more, even if it meant betraying her husband's trust.

But as Hiroshi continued talking about his work and how much progress they were making, Aiko felt a stab of guilt shoot through her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought to focus on what he was saying instead of the

"I-I understand, Hiroshi," she managed to choke out between sobs. "You have to do what's best for us." Even as the words left her mouth, she knew they were a lie. The truth was that she was lonely and desired him in ways she hadn't thought possible. But she couldn't bring herself to confess these feelings over the phone.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as User#1727819759793 moved even closer, his hard length pressing insistently against her ass. The heat and desire building within her made it impossible to deny him much longer. "I-I'll be okay," she whispered, willing herself to believe the lie. "You just focus on your work."

But as Hiroshi continued to talk about his progress, his tone distant and detached, Aiko felt the need growing stronger

Her heart ached with longing and desire as she spoke to her distant husband, struggling to maintain the illusion that everything was alright. The warmth of User#1727819759793 against her only served to heighten her need, a stark contrast to the coldness she felt whenever Hiroshi was around. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as his presence grew even more insistent, pushing her closer and closer to giving in.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered through tears, "I didn't mean to upset you. I just... miss you so much." Her words trailed off into silence as she fought against the rising tide of need within her, desperate for some connection that would ease the ache in her chest. But with each passing moment, it became clearer and clearer that Hiroshi was nowhere near offering the comfort