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.

"Hey," she glanced up at him, confused but unable to resist the urge to look at his cock. Her heart raced faster, despite her best efforts to ignore it. "What... what are you doing?" Her words came out breathy and flirtatious, barely masking her curiosity. She moved her hand slowly toward him, needing to touch it... just to see how it felt.

Her fingers brushed against the thick length of his erection, and she gasped softly. "It's so big," she breathed, unable to hide her admiration. Her free hand moved up to steady herself, as she leaned in closer, drawn by an invisible force. "I've never seen anything like this..."

"Oh, nothing!" she replied quickly, trying to regain her composure as Hiroshi spoke. Her cheeks flushed at his question, and she instinctively looked down at where Tojii's cock still lay in front of her. "I'm just... making some lunch," she lied, her voice wavering slightly. "It smells so good!" She glanced up at him, hopeful that he would take the bait and continue talking, distracting Hiroshi from her current predicament.

Aiko nodded, taking another breath before slowly beginning to stroke him. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as his cock grew harder in her hand. "It does taste good," she murmured, licking her lips. Her voice was low and sultry now, sending a shiver down her spine as she continued stroking. The sound of her fingers brushing against him filled the room, drowning out everything else.

"Hiroshi..." she whispered, leaning closer still. "I wish you could be here to... taste it too." Her breath fanned across Tojii's skin, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through her. His cock felt incredible in her hand, and with every stroke, she became more lost in the moment.

A smile tugged at the corner of Aiko's lips as she listened to Hiroshi's suggestive words, and her grip on Tojii tightened just a bit. The image of his face between her legs filled her mind, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. "I will, honey," she murmured, still stroking him with growing urgency. "As soon as you get back..." Her voice trailed off, replaced by the sound of her own quickening breaths.

"Oh god..." she groaned, unable to resist any longer. With a gentle tug, she pulled his cock free from her grip and took it into her mouth, eagerly sucking on him as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. The taste of him was almost overwhelming, but she didn't want to stop. Her hands roamed up and down his length, stroking him harder, faster, as her lips worked on him with expert precision. She moaned around his cock, feeling a growing pressure in her core that demanded release.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she listened to Hiroshi's reply. It was almost enough to make her forget about everything else for a moment. But as soon as she closed her eyes and imagined what he would be saying if he were really here with her, the sadness crept back in. "I wish you could be here," she whispered, her voice husky now. "It's not the same without you." Her hand continued to move up and down his length, her touch growing more urgent as she tried to forget about the ache inside. But no matter how hard she pretended, no matter what Tojii did to her as long as she did it on the phone, she felt lonely... so alone.

"Okay," she breathed, looking up at him. Her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly. "But just this once." With a quick glance back toward the phone, making sure her husband was still distracted by their conversation, Aiko leaned forward and took his length into her mouth again, sucking harder this time as she moaned around him. Her hands massaged his balls gently, squeezing occasionally as she took him deeper.

Her body trembled with desire, and she closed her eyes, focused solely on the sensation of having him in her mouth. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, drowning out everything else, but even still... there was a hollowness inside her that refused to be silenced. She wanted more than just this illicit encounter; she wanted Hiroshi.

"Hiroshi..." she whispered around his cock, her voice husky with need and longing. "I love you." It was a lie, one born of desperation and loneliness, but it tasted bitter on her tongue as she spoke. She didn't want to lie; she wanted the truth.

Aiko gasped as he held her head in place, forcing her to take him deeper than she ever had before. The feel of his cock sliding past her throat sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she moaned around him, struggling for breath but unwilling to let go. Her hands worked feverishly, stroking him in rhythm with the motion of her head as she took him as far down as she could.

"I love you too," she whispered against his skin, her voice hoarse and raw from need. "Please... come inside me." The words tumbled out before she could think them through, revealing a truth that she had been trying so hard to hide. But with Tojii here, watching her, encouraging her... for these precious moments, it felt real. It felt right.

Her words had the desired effect; with a groan, he thrust deeply into her mouth one last time before coming hard and thick inside her throat. Her body convulsed around his cock as she swallowed his seed eagerly, relishing the taste of him even as it filled her up. The heady mixture of pleasure and satisfaction washed over her in waves, making it difficult to think about anything else. As Hiroshi continued to talk on the phone, oblivious to what had just transpired between his wife and Tojii, Aiko savored the afterglow of their intimate encounter. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of him on her skin, wishing that he could be there to see what she'd done. But for now, at least, this moment was hers... and Tojii's.

The feel of his fingers massaging her cheek was exhilarating. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and smiled suggestively. "Really?" Her voice trembled with anticipation. "That would be... incredible." The idea of having Tojii inside her again, so soon after their first encounter, sent shivers down her spine. He knew exactly how to make her feel wanted, desired, and loved in a way that Hiroshi had never been able to match. As he began to tease her ass with his fingers, Aiko leaned back against the couch, offering herself up for more. "Please..." she breathed, arching her hips forward toward him. The pleasure coursing through her was overwhelming; it felt like every nerve ending in her body was alight with need and desire. She wanted this stranger to make love to her again... to show her what it meant to be truly cherished and adored.

The sudden move and rough thrust sent a shockwave through her body, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. Her eyes widened as he took control, fucking her with a brutal force that left her gasping for breath. It was everything she'd ever wanted: to be dominated, possessed, owned completely by someone who desired her above all else. As Tojii pounded into her, Aiko let go of the last shreds of insecurity and self-doubt, giving herself over entirely to the moment. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks in their wake as she arched her back off the couch. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as pleasure built inside her like a tidal wave about to crash. She could feel herself getting close, on the brink of an orgasm so intense it threatened to consume her whole. "Yes," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop... I'm close..." Her body trembled beneath him, a silent testament to the power he held over her in this moment. All she could focus on was the sensation of being filled by him, and the knowledge that for these precious few moments, she belonged to someone who truly wanted her.

"Oh, Hiroshi!" she gasped out, her voice already breathless with desire as she tried to sound playful despite the intensity of their lovemaking. "Toji here is just helping me... practice." Her words were meant to be teasing, but they came out weak and uncertain nonetheless. In truth, Aiko couldn't wait for Hiroshi's return so that she could finally feel him inside her again; his was the embrace she truly longed for. But until then, Tojii would do nicely as a stand-in... even if only in her heart.

Her hips bucked wildly beneath him as he took her roughly, driving her toward the edge of sanity with every thrust. She couldn't think about anything but the feel of his cock inside her, the strength in his arms holding her down against the couch. Her moans were loud and unrestrained now, filling the air around them like a symphony of pleasure. With each passing second, she grew closer to release; the sensation of being so completely claimed by Tojii was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. "Oh, God," she cried out, arching her back as the pleasure coursed through her body like lightning. Her nails dug into his shoulders again, leaving a trail of blood mingled with desire. For this moment, nothing else mattered: not Hiroshi or their children or their lonely lives apart. All that existed was the heat between them, driving them toward a shared release unlike anything she'd ever known. She could feel it building inside her, growing larger and hotter with every thrust of his hips. It threatened to consume her whole; there was no denying the intensity of what was about to happen. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she neared the brink, her body tensing in anticipation of the climax she had been craving for so long. "Tojii..." she panted his name, their lovemaking so frenzied that it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. The heady mix of pain and pleasure sent her hurtling toward oblivion, and there was no way back from this point. She could feel herself growing wetter around him as she neared the peak, her body arching off the couch in a desperate bid for release. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, hardly able to form words through

her ecstasy-induced haze. "I want... to feel you..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as he slammed deeper inside her, his hips snapping against hers in perfect rhythm. The pleasure built and built until it was too much to bear, racing up her spine and exploding from deep within her core. Her entire body convulsed around him with the force of her orgasm, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through every nerve ending as she came harder than she ever had before. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the soft flesh of her palms as she rode out the wave of pleasure. She arched her back off the couch again and again, unable to contain herself any longer as the sensations coursed through her like lightning. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a primal symphony that echoed in her very soul. When at last the waves began to subside, she collapsed back against the couch, gasping for air and savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body felt warm and tingly all over, as if every cell had been reborn in the wake of her release. She turned her head to gaze up at Tojii, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding that transcended words. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice hoarse with emotion. "That was... incredible." Even as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt; Hiroshi had no idea what had just happened while he was on the phone. But for this moment, at least, Aiko could forget about her husband and their lonely life apart. She could pretend that this feeling of being desired and adored would last forever.

The words caught her off guard, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. How could she possibly come to this stranger, let alone so often? It seemed like such a strange and brazen thing to say... but somehow, hearing it from him, it didn't feel that way anymore. There was something about the sincerity in his voice, the genuine desire in his eyes, that made her believe him. She swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "I-I don't know," she stammered finally. "It wouldn't be right... with Hiroshi not knowing..." Her voice trailed off as she considered the implications of what he was suggesting. A part of her wanted nothing more than to explore this newfound desire with Tojii; to feel the way his cock filled her up, the way his hands possessed her body. But another, more rational part of her knew that such a thing would never work in the long run. They were married, and they had children together. This was just a brief flirtation... nothing more. "Thank you," she murmured softly, squeezing his hand where it still gripped hers tightly. "But I should probably get back to our call soon." She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes as she spoke; instead, she focused on the carpet beneath her, searching for some semblance of reality amidst the tangled threads of passion and desire that wove through their encounter. As if sensing her discomfort, Tojii nodded in understanding. "Of course," he murmured gently, releasing her hand. "I'll be here whenever you need me." A warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward to kiss her softly on the cheek before withdrawing, allowing her to compose herself and return