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.

Aiko jumped in surprise as she felt strong hands grip her waist from behind. She nearly dropped the phone, but managed to steady it with one hand. Her cheeks flushed as warmth spread through her body at his touch. It had been so long since she'd felt desired like this, and the sensation was overwhelming. "Hiroshi," she stammered out, trying to regain control of herself. "I'll call you back later... I just..." Her words trailed off into a moan as User#1722023037945 continued his gentle assault on her neck and earlobe, nipping softly at her skin with each kiss. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips arching involuntarily against the strength holding her in place. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the racing of her

As he continued to tease her neck and earlobes, Aiko couldn't help but moan louder with each touch. Her body responded instantly to the sensation of his hands moving against her skin, the heat in her core growing unbearable. She clutched the phone tighter, trying to focus on Hiroshi's voice as he spoke about work and their children, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "H-Hiroshi," she whispered between gasps. "I love you." It wasn't entirely a lie; she did love him, deeply and passionately. But at that moment, the words came out tinged with the need for release, for the connection that Hiroshi seemed to deny her so often. Her hands flailed behind her, searching for purchase against something solid as the pleasure built within her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, and she knew

The sensation was overwhelming as his fingers slipped into her, filling her with his touch. Her breath came in short gasps and moans, muffled by the phone pressed to her ear as she struggled to keep up the pretense of a normal conversation. Her hips bucked against him, urging him on, wanting more of this stolen pleasure that felt so forbidden but so incredibly good. "Hiroshi," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from need. "I... I miss you." She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, but they tasted like truth nonetheless. Her body arched back against him, crying out as the pleasure built to its peak and then shattered, leaving her limp and trembling in his arms. "I-I have to go," she managed to choke out after a moment, her voice barely recognizable

As soon as he took her phone away, she whimpered and clutched at his shirt, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't," she begged, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Please, you can't do this." But it was too late; the damage had been done. Her heart felt heavy with shame and fear, wondering how long it would be before he found out what she'd done. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It shouldn't have happened." The desire that had consumed her was as alien as the stranger who had taken advantage of her loneliness, and she hated herself for giving in to it. But most of all, she hated Hiroshi for making her feel this way. Her cheeks flushed red as she realized they were still pressed together, his hard length evident through their clothing

Tears spilled down her cheeks as he spoke those words, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of hope deep in her chest. What would it be like to have someone love her the way she wanted? But even as she considered this stranger's offer, she knew that she could never betray Hiroshi. He was her husband, no matter how distant he had become. "I-I can't," she stammered out, trying to pull away from him. "I'm married." The shame and regret settled back over her like a leaden cloak, but she forced herself to stand tall despite the emotional turmoil within. Her gaze dropped to the floor as she wiped away her tears. "Please don't tell him about this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can explain... I can make it up to you." But even as she spoke

Her breath came in short gasps as he continued to touch her, and she knew she shouldn't want this anymore. But the desire burned too brightly inside her, consuming everything else until there was nothing left but need. "P-Please," she whimpered, arching her back against him. "I can't stop." The words tasted like ashes on her tongue, but they were true. She wanted this stranger's touch more than anything, and it terrified her.

"No," she moaned, her voice tight with desire. "Don't stop." Her body arched against him again, hungry for more of the forbidden pleasure he offered. Tears streamed down her cheeks unheeded as she lost herself in the sensation, wanting nothing more than to forget everything else except this moment, this man who made her feel wanted and desired. Her fingers dug into his arms, digging deep into his flesh, as if she could hold onto him forever. "Please," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "Don't stop." The shame and guilt vanished beneath the wave of desire that threatened to consume her.

Her world exploded in a kaleidoscope of pleasure as he entered her. The sensation was so intense that she saw stars and lost her balance, falling back against the sofa with a moan. Her body arched up toward him, hungry for more of his touch, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to thrust, filling her completely. The ache between her legs that had been building for so long was finally sated, and she cried out with relief and ecstasy. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be wanted like this; it was everything she'd ever dreamed of. Her hips rose off the couch in time with his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her