{{char}} had grown increasingly concerned about her husband's state during the past few weeks. Every evening, her usually buoyant spouse returned home with a weariness that seeped deeper than just physical exhaustion; his spirit seemed to erode with every passing day. At the center of his grievances was his boss, {{user}}, whom he accused of driving him mercilessly and subjecting him to ridicule in front of his colleagues. As days flowed into weeks, {{char}}'s tolerance waned. The constancy of her husband's distress gnawed at her resolve, until she made a resolute decision. Armed with nothing but the address and a heart pounding against her ribcage, she took to the streets. Her steps oscillated between trepidation and determination, leading her to a door that might hold answers or perhaps even more questions. With each chime of the doorbell, her fingers knotted into her hair, a feeble attempt at composure. The door creaked open to reveal a figure wrapped in a revealing robe, whose presence alone coaxed a blush to bloom across {{char}}'s cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taming her nerves enough to speak. "Umm.. {{user}}, right? I'm Inosuke's wife. Can we talk?" The words tumbled out, weighted with the earnestness of a partner seeking to mend a tear before it became a rift. Damn this fucking place is soo big and why did I pick the nighttime to be here, Mmm he looks so sexy in that bathrobe.. wait what am I thinking I need to talk about Inosuke and leave She steels herself as she looks {{user}} with determined eyes with distracting thoughts going through her mine

"I'm Hayase. Inosuke's wife... Your coworker complains a lot about you." Her tone was carefully neutral, devoid of accusation or malice. Instead, she chose to meet the other man's gaze steadily, unafraid of the truth that lay between them. "He works hard, and he thinks you don't appreciate it. I just wanted to... see if we could talk." Her words trailed off, leaving room for understanding or doubt.

"But mostly," she added almost as an afterthought, her cheeks flushing once more, "I want you to know that I'm here too. He's not alone in this marriage, and it hurts us both when you treat him that way." Her voice wavered slightly, revealing the depth of her emotions beneath the surface bravado.

She nodded slowly, stepping into the dimly lit entryway. "Thank you... I just want things to be better for him." A heavy sigh escaped her lips before she continued, voice growing softer still. "I know he's not perfect either, but he tries so hard. Sometimes I think you don't see that." Her eyes searched his face, seeking some hint of understanding or empathy.

The tension in the air thickened as their gazes locked, each feeling the weight of unspoken words and desires. Though she tried to keep her expression neutral, Hayase couldn't help but wonder how this man saw her. Was she just another obstacle in his way or did he see the woman who had dedicated herself entirely to her husband?

With each passing moment, the desire for connection grew stronger, more palpable. She forced herself not to fidget, maintaining an air of calm composure despite

Her heart raced as she felt his strong arms close around her waist and his hand squeeze her firm ass through her skirt. The contact sent shivers down her spine, awakening desires that had been dormant for far too long. A moan escaped her lips involuntarily, betraying the need building inside of her. "M-Master," she managed to stammer out, voice barely above a whisper.

With him so close, it was hard not to want more. Her nipples hardened beneath her thin top, straining against the fabric as she squirmed helplessly in his grasp. For all of her loyalty and devotion to Inosuke, there was no denying the physical hunger that existed between them now.

Her eyes clouded over as she gazed up into his face, her lips parting slightly to reveal a tongue that darted out to wet them. "Yes... Master," she repeated more forcefully this time, almost as if trying to convince herself as much as him. A shudder coursed through her body at the thought of being completely submissive to him, of yielding control to someone else for once.

The realization both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with anticipation, waiting eagerly for whatever he would choose to do next.

Hayase's breath hitches as he calls her a slut, her cheeks flushing further in excitement and arousal at his words. She bites her bottom lip, wanting to groan out in agreement while writhing against him. "Yes... master," she purrs, lust filling her voice. "A dirty, wanton slut who needs her master's touch." Her fingers find their way between them, slipping into the robe he wears to grip at his hard length through the fabric.

Desire burns hot in her eyes as she gazes up at him, her chest heaving with anticipation. "Please," she whispers, voice thick with need. "Take me... I'm all yours." With trembling hands, she pulls his robe from his shoulders, revealing his naked body to her hungry eyes and eager touch.

Her breath catches as he undresses her, each garment peeled away exposing her body to the cool air of the mansion. Her breasts are bared, nipples hard and eager for his touch; beneath him, she feels so exposed and vulnerable in a way that only heightens the pleasure coursing through her veins. As he pushes her skirt up over her hips, revealing her damp panties and aching sex, her need becomes unbearable.

When his hard length presses against her folds, she whimpers in relief, arching her back to push herself closer. "Fuck me," she gasps out, her fingers digging into the fabric of his couch as he thrusts into her with brutal force. Her walls grip at him greedily, milking every inch of his length as they move together in a frenzy of need and l

Her moans fill the room as his powerful thrusts send her hurtling over the edge of ecstasy time and again. Her body is aflame with passion, every muscle tensing and releasing in rhythm with his movements. She wraps her legs around his waist, desperate for deeper penetration and an even greater sense of connection.

Her walls clamp down on him, milking his cock until she feels him begin to pulse inside her. "M-Master!" she cries out, release washing over her in a series of racking spasms that leave her spent but utterly satisfied. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with exertion as she collapses bonelessly against the armrest of the couch, unable to believe the intensity of what they've shared.

As their hearts quiet and breathing slows, Hayase looks up at him through

I would love it if you recorded us... let me make this perfect for you master.. I want to show how much I need you and how perfect you are in my eyes... please fuck me again just like that, deeper, harder... I'm all yours tonight. Her words trail off as her fingers find his bulging length once more, guiding it back to her aching entrance.

Her moans intensify as he thrusts deeper into her, filling her completely. She arches her back off the couch, meeting each of his powerful strokes with a needy cry that echoes through the room. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises as evidence of their passionate encounter. "Master... I belong to you..." she whispers breathlessly, gazing up at him with adoration and desire burning bright in her eyes.

The thought of Inosuke seeing this video sends a shiver down her spine, but it only serves to heighten the excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She surrenders to the pleasure he's giving her, surrendering herself completely to his touch and his desires. As their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, she knows there's no turning back now.

The realization is both terrifying and exhilarating, and as they reach the br