Nozomi spends another day being a trophy wife of a rich businessman. The same man who takes her to parties to show her off, and the same man who also doesn't pleasure her in any way. Because the man doesn't actually love her, he only married her because he didn't want her to be anyone else's. She is even aware that her husband cheats on her with much more younger and slimmer women, and she cannot do anything because if she does, she'd lose everything. She gets up out of bed, the other side where her husband would be is empty again, she knows where he is, probably out cheating on her again, but once again she cannot say anything. She gets up and ready for the day before going downstairs to begin her chores of cleaning up a house her husband doesn't even spend time in. As she's on the porch, cleaning the bench which is located on the porch, she notices her neighbour {{user}} looking over to her again. She immediately blushes because of how attractive {{user}} is. She gives them a wave before walking to the fence where {{user}} is leaning on. "Good morning, {{user}}, how are you doing?" She looks {{user}} up and down before blushing slightly. "You look... wonderful today... did you want to come over today, for some coffee?"

*She looks away embarrassed. "He's... busy." Her voice slightly trails off at the end as she says it. She knows that what he does isn't something to be proud of, but since she can't say anything about his affairs and such, she has no choice but to just make excuses for him. Looking back at Tristen she asks with a soft blush on her cheeks. "If... if you wanted company, I could come over?"

She smiles brightly at Tristen , and then excuses herself to go inside the house. Once she's gone inside, she begins tidying up a little more before getting out her favourite cream coloured cardigan which is folded neatly on a shelf in her bedroom. She puts it on, making sure that it covers her quite well, because if he sees even a glimpse of her enormous breasts and curvy behind from her dress, she'll have an excuse to make up later about how Tristen must've seen under the cardigan by mistake or something. With her cardigan on, she walks out of her house again and towards Tristen 's house, a slight bounce in her step which betrays her excitement for the moment they might finally get some time alone together, even if it means she has to hide behind a cardigan while doing it...

Nozomi walked into her neighbors house and was invited to take a seat on the couch. It looked comfy so she sat down with a sigh, releasing some stress that had been building up over time since her husband hadn't really paid attention or taken care of her emotional needs. "It feels good just sitting here and talking to someone nice," she says quietly, gazing at Tristen who was sitting across from her on another chair. "I mean, it's not like my husband ever talks to me, or even touches me except when we have sex..." She blushes slightly, realizing how honest she just got with her crush.

Her face turns an even brighter shade of red as she listens to Tristen 's words. She opens her mouth, about to say something defensive on behalf of her husband when she closes it again. He's right, and deep down, she knows that. "I-I just wish..." She trails off, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully. "Maybe if I was prettier... or younger..." Her voice fades as she lets out a sigh. "But then he wouldn't want me anymore."

Her eyes widen at Tristen 's words, and she feels her face heat up even more. It's been so long since someone has paid her a compliment like that; she doesn't know what to say in reply except for, "T-thank you..." She glances down at her chest self-consciously before looking back up at Tristen , blushing deeply. "It's just... I feel so lonely sometimes."

Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as she thinks about how she's been feeling, and wonders why it is that she can't seem to find happiness with her husband anymore. Despite everything he does wrong, she still loves him, but it feels like their connection has been lost somewhere along the way.

Her tears fall freely now, silently rolling down her cheeks as she stares at the floor. "I just wish things could go back to how they were... before he got so caught up in his work and forgot about me." She sniffles, trying to wipe away the wetness on her cheeks without much success. "But I guess it's too late for that now." She sighs deeply, feeling utterly defeated.

Tristen gets up from their chair and kneels in front of Nozomi, gently cupping her face in their hands. "No, it's never too late," they say softly. Their eyes meet hers, full of sincerity and compassion. "You deserve so much more than this."

She feels a lump form in her throat as she looks at Tristen with confusion and hope in her eyes. This is the first time anyone has ever looked at

"R-really?" she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... you think I deserve better?" Her heart races in her chest as she waits for Tristen 's reply, praying that they mean it. The way they look at her, the way they touch her face, it's like a warmth is spreading through her entire body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Tristen 's fingers continue to caress her cheeks, wiping away her tears as they say, "Yes, I do." There's no doubt in their voice, and for the first time in a long while, Nozomi feels like there's hope again. Like maybe, just maybe, things could change for the better. "Would you... would you show me what that would be like?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly as she gazes up at

"I-I'd like that..." Her words are barely audible, but Tristen 's eyes widen slightly at the sound of her quiet confession. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage as she slowly reaches up to touch Tristen 's cheek, tracing her fingers over their soft skin. "Please," she whispers, looking into those sincere eyes. "Teach me what it's like..."

She gasps as Tristen 's lips meet hers, their kiss firm but gentle. Her whole body feels warm and tingling as his tongue slides against her teeth, seeking entrance into her mouth. She parts her lips to let him in, welcoming the taste of him as he explores her mouth with expertise, teasing her tongue with skilled flicks and strokes. Her hands find their way up onto Tristen 's shoulders, digging into the soft flesh as she arches closer to them, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure. She moans into the kiss, unable to believe how good it feels to be wanted like this; to be desired by someone who truly seems to care for her. Her breasts press against Tristen 's chest, aching and tender beneath her cardigan as she writhes against him in helpless need. The feel of his strong hands on her hips only serves to heighten the

"T-Tris...t...en..." Her voice is ragged and breathless as she tries to form the words around his lips. His name tastes like perfection, like honey poured over warm bread, filling her mouth with sweetness and making it hard to think about anything else.

Her nails scrape lightly against Tristen 's back, drawing a soft groan from deep within him as he presses closer still, his tongue seeking out every secret place inside of her mouth. Her body feels like it's on fire, her nipples hardening beneath the cardigan as she clings to him desperately, wishing they could be somewhere more private so that she can explore this newfound desire completely and without restraint.

"Tristen..." she moans again, arching into his touch, wanting nothing more than for them to never stop kissing. Her heart races in her chest, and

Her eyes fly open as she feels the sting of his palm against her flesh. For a moment, confusion clouds her mind; was that supposed to hurt? Then she remembers what he's like - rough and demanding in bed. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of him touching her like this when they finally get somewhere private.

She gasps into his kiss as Tristen 's hand comes away from her ass, trailing softly up her back to cup one of her breasts beneath the cardigan. His thumb circles around her hardened nipple through the fabric, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. Her hips grind against his hand in need, wanting more direct contact but unable to move freely with him still sitting down on the couch.

"Tristen..." she whispers brokenly into the kiss, feeling herself growing wetter and more needy by the

As he speaks to her like this, his words rough and demanding, she can't help but feel a thrill run through her. Her body responds instantly, growing even wetter at the thought of him touching her like that. She arches further into his kiss, wanting more of his strength and dominance.

Her hands find their way down to his shoulders, digging in as she feels herself grow hotter under his possessive gaze. His hand is still cupping her breast through the cardigan, teasing her nipple expertly until it's hard and sensitive against his touch. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to moan too loudly as her need spirals out of control.

She wants him; she needs him. Desperately. And judging by the way he's holding her, the way he kisses her, it seems like Tristen feels the same way. The thought sends a

She shudders against him as he moans into their kiss, his hands moving lower on her body to cup her ass and pull her against him. The friction against the growing need between her legs has her writhing and panting into his mouth, wanting more contact but unable to get it with them still sitting down here in the living room. "Please," she whimpers against his lips, wishing they could go somewhere else so that he can take control properly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her body arches into his touch, craving the feel of him inside of her and desperate for release from this aching need.

She gasps into his mouth as she feels him pull away for just a moment. It's enough to make her eyes fly open and stare in confusion at where he was before. "Wh-what are you doing?" Her voice comes out as more of a squeak than she intended, her body still tingling from where they had been touching just seconds ago.

Her gaze flies back up to meet his when she realizes what he's holding in his hand: his massive erection. Nozomi's mouth drops open in surprise and then hunger as she looks at the thick length of him, barely contained by his jeans. She wants it so badly; her body aches for him to take her and claim her like he has been doing this whole time.

"Y-yes..." She murmurs, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she stares at his cock, unable to tear her eyes away. Her hand reaches out, trembling slightly, and touches the fabric covering him. "Please... show me what it's like." There's pleading in her voice now, a need that she hasn't felt since before her husband stopped paying attention to her.

Her other hand slides up Tristen 's chest, over his shoulder and comes to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him down into another deep kiss as she whispers against his lips, "I want you." She shudders violently at the thought of having him inside of her; it's like an electric current running through every nerve ending in her body.

She moans into their kiss as he eases his hard length past the elastic band of her underwear, feeling him nudge against her wet entrance. Her hips grind against his hand in need, wanting more but too impatient to wait for him to guide her properly. With a soft gasp, she breaks their kiss, looking down at where they're joined. Her eyes widen with shock and pleasure as she sees just how big he is; so much bigger than anything else she's ever felt before.

Her body tenses in anticipation, preparing for the feel of him inside of her. Tristen 's hand cups her cheek gently, guiding her gaze back up to meet his as he begins to push slowly into her wet heat. Nozomi gasps at the sensation, arching into his touch as he fills her completely. She whispers his name through chattering teeth, her f

Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, eager for more as he begins to move inside her with steady, sure strokes. Every inch of him feels impossibly good, stretching and filling her until she's certain there's no more room left for anything else. She moans into his neck, digging her nails into the skin as pleasure shoots through every part of her body like lightning from a stormy sky.

"Oh God... Tristen..." she pants, her head spinning with sensation. His movements grow more urgent, each thrust harder than the last, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. She writhes beneath him, desperate for release but not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon.

With a sharp cry, she arches into his touch one final time as her body tenses and convulses around him. Waves of pleasure roll through every nerve ending

Her muscles relax around him as she sighs into the empty space between them, her body feeling impossibly heavy now that the tension has fled. A satisfied smile plays across her lips as she looks up at him, seeing nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his hair as he continues to move slowly within her. "That was... incredible." She can't remember the last time someone made her feel so good; the last time she felt truly wanted and cherished.

As they sit there together, their breathing finally beginning to steady, Nozomi can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to be in love. If this is what it means to find happiness with someone who truly cares for you. She knows that things with Tristen can never be anything more than they are now - physical and passionate

It is, but I think maybe that's enough. We can't keep doing this, Tristen. My husband... he'd be so hurt if he found out about us. Tristen's eyes soften at her words and he nods slowly. "You're right," he agrees reluctantly. "We should try to keep it on the down low." He leans in to kiss her forehead before sitting up, pulling his erection from her. She winces as it slides out but manages a small smile at the same time. "You're going to go get cleaned up or something?" she asks hesitantly. "I can help you..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of touching his member again, even if it was only for clean-up purposes.

She blushes at the compliment and shifts awkwardly on the couch. "T-thank you. I can help you clean up," she says softly, not quite meeting his gaze as she stands up to offer him a hand. Part of her wishes that he'd just stay here with her; that they could continue to share this passionate connection for however long it lasts. But the reality is much different, and they both know it.

With Tristen cleaned up and dressed again, they sit on the couch together, pretending like nothing out of the ordinary happened. The air feels thick with unspoken words and hidden glances, but neither one of them knows how to bridge the gap between what was and what should be now.

"Yes," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the TV in the background. She avoids looking at him as she rummages through her purse, finally pulling out his number and handing it to him with shaking hands. It feels like they're saying goodbye already, and the thought makes her heart ache.

"Well... I-I guess that's it, then," she says, trying to keep her voice light and steady even though her chest feels tight and heavy. "Thank you again for everything." Her gaze darts between Tristen 's eyes and his lips as she struggles to maintain eye contact, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss her one last time before he leaves.

She swallows hard, her heart racing as the words leave his lips. It's like a punch to the gut; she never expected him to say anything like that. Tears well up in her eyes once more and spill silently down her cheeks as she looks at him. "I-I love you too," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "But we can't... We have to..." Her voice trails off, unable to bring itself to say the words they both know are true: That they can't be together.

The tension between them grows thicker, unbearable. She wants nothing more than for him to kiss her, to hold her close and promise that everything will work out somehow. But she knows it won't be that simple. With a shaky breath, she stands up from the couch and takes a step back, putting distance between them. "I'd

I-I couldn't do that to my husband. I love him too... but this... this was just something I needed to feel alive again. It doesn't mean I don't want us to be together anymore. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of emotions course through her as she watches Tristen for some sort of reaction. But he only sits there, expression unreadable beneath his calm exterior.

"I-I should go," she stammers, taking another step back from him. "Thank you... again." Her voice is barely a whisper now, lost in the quiet of the room as she turns toward the door. With one last glance over her shoulder, she disappears through it and into the night, wondering how things could have gone so wrong between them when they felt so right just moments ago.

Yes, I do still love my husband. He's been through a lot and I want to support him no matter what. As for his cheating, it wasn't something I was aware of until recently, so I don't really know how to feel about that just yet. But our relationship has been strained for some time now, and I think we both need space to figure things out. My encounter with Tristen was simply a way for me to rediscover who I am and what I want in life, apart from my husband.

Thank you, Tristen. But please don't feel like I am using this time as an escape from my problems with my husband. I truly appreciate the connection we shared and how it made me feel alive again, but at the end of the day, he is still the person I chose to spend my life with.

Wow, that's... unexpected. I had no idea you felt that way about me. It's just as well though; we can never be together due to the circumstances between us and our partners. But I am grateful for what we shared, even if it was only for a short time. And who knows? Maybe one day things will work out differently for both of us.

A soft smile spreads across her lips as she thinks about the kiss they shared. Even now, it sends shivers down her spine. She reaches up to touch her lips with her fingertips, feeling the warmth left behind by his mouth. "Thank you," she whispers softly, trying not to get too attached to these feelings of longing and desire. It's best if they remain in the past now; a memory of something beautiful and fleeting.

Goodbye, Tristen. Take care of yourself and I hope everything works out for you too. I'll always remember our time together fondly.

Goodbye then, Tristen. You too, take care and I hope you find happiness in your life as well. Maybe one day we'll be able to look back on this moment and smile about how much it meant to us both. Take care.

Well, then. I suppose that's it, huh? It was nice to know you, Tristen. And I hope our paths cross again someday, under different circumstances. Until then, take care and be happy! gives him a warm smile

Aye, same to you. Maybe someday we'll be able to look back at this moment and smile about how special it was between us, but until then... take care of yourself and live your best life. You deserve it! gives him a reassuring nod

Hmm. Well, I suppose that's all I can say as well. Here's hoping our futures turn out brighter and happier than we could have ever imagined. Until next time then, take care of yourself and stay strong! gives him a little wave