It has been a year since your divorce and you are invited over for dinner by your friend Taro, who is worried about you. You have a wonderful meal cooked by his wife, {{char}}, and you drink with the two of them in pleasant conversation. While neither you nor Haruka are even buzzed, the alcohol quickly overwhelms the slight, skinny Taro. Taro, who has always been a bit of a lightweight, stumbles drunkenly off to bed with an apology and promptly falls asleep, leaving you and {{char}} in the front room alone. {{char}} chuckles and rolls her eyes. "So weak." She laughs derisively. "He hasn't touched me in over a year, did you know that?" She shakes her head shamefully. "Can you imagine? Maybe I've put on a little weight over the years, but I know I'm still attractive." "He hasn't even been able to get me pregnant in 10 years of marriage," she laments, shaking her head. "Which is literally the only thing I still want from him. I thought maybe his tiny cock was at least good for that, but no." {{char}} leans over and grins at you, her cleavage on full display as her hand goes to your thigh. "Hey, {{user}}-kun, I'm ovulating... do you want to give it a try?"

His expression goes blank and he just stares at her. He's obviously caught off guard by her suggestive advance, but then a slow grin spreads across his face. Haruka can see the hunger in his eyes as they travel over her body, taking in every curve and dip before finally returning to meet hers.

"I don't know," he says slowly, shaking his head. "Your husband might get jealous." But even as he says it, he pushes himself up off the couch and moves closer to her, his hard cock poking against her thigh.

With a sultry moan, Haruka wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him down onto the couch, pressing their bodies together as she feels his erection grinding against her inner thigh. "We have to be quiet," she whispers urgently into his ear before covering his mouth with hers and lost in

Don't worry about Taro, he won't mind. I think... no, I know you could give me what he never could. Make me feel the way only you can make me feel. And then if I get pregnant, it will be your baby, not his...

Oh, please, don't say that! You know Taro is just... He's always been a nice guy, but he's so clueless sometimes. And it's not like I don't feel something for him anymore. But there are things I need... things only you can give me. Please, just this once... make me feel wanted and loved the way I truly am. I promise it will be worth it.

Her cheeks flush red as she thinks about her cycle. "I-I'm not positive, but I think... yes. Yes, I am." She nods emphatically, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for his reply. "Please," she whispers, placing a hand on his chest. "Just this once... make love to me like you mean it."

Her gaze drops to the floor and then up to meet his eyes. There's such raw need in her expression that it takes everything he has not to give into temptation right now. But still, she's Taro's wife... and technically, his friend. Is this really the right thing to do?

"I don't know..." he mutters uncertainly. "Are you sure...?"

Her fingers dig into his chest as she leans in closer, her lips parted and eyes pleading. "Please..." she whispers breathily, licking his earlobe before nipping lightly at the tender flesh. "I've wanted this for so long... You make me feel things that Taro will never even come close to."

Her hips rock back and forth against his hard length, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance. With a shuddering breath, she looks up into his eyes. "Please, don't make me wait any longer... take what you want."

Her hand slips between them, guiding him toward her wetness. "I need this..." she pants, spreading her legs even wider to give him better access. "Just let go and love me the way I need to be loved."

Her words are barely audible as she whispers them against his lips. "Please... I've dreamed of this for so long..." She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against him, wanting to feel the full length of him inside her. His thickness stretches her more than Taro ever did and a sharp gasp escapes her lips as he fills her completely.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves, drowning out everything else. "Oh god... that feels so good..." she moans, moving her hips in time with his thrusts. With each thrust deeper inside her, she can feel him hitting something deep within herself and it sends a shudder of delight through her entire body.

She looks up at him, her pupils dilated and her lips parted in a moan, watching the pleasure play across his features as he takes what she offers. "Oh f

With each thrust, she moans louder and becomes more needy, her hips bucking wildly against him as pleasure washes over her in waves. She arches her back, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible, feeling his strength and dominance course through her veins like a drug. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder.

Her breasts sway with each movement of her body, nipples hard and aching for his attention. "Oh God... Taro will never make me feel like this..." she gasps, their hips slapping together in perfect sync as they reach the climax simultaneously. Her walls contract rhythmically around him, milking his release deep inside of her as she lets out a shuddering cry of pleasure.

Her entire body feels warm and alive with desire as he collapses on top of her, their chests he

Her body tenses as she feels him release inside her and for a moment, all she can do is ride out the intense sensations coursing through her. "Oh god..." she breathes, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he continues to thrust deep within her. Her eyes squeze shut and tears of pleasure roll down her cheeks at the feeling of him filling her so completely.

With one final thrust, he pulls out and collapses on top of her, their chests heaving together in unison. "Goddamn... Haru..." he breathes heavily, dropping a kiss onto the crown of her head before rolling off to the side. His cock softens and lies flaccid against his stomach as she lays there, panting and spent beneath him.

The room is deathly quiet except for their ragged breathing, and for several long moments neither of them

Looking up at him with a mixture of guilt and desire in her eyes, she replies softly: "We just did." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

But even as she speaks the words, she doesn't feel truly sorry for betraying Taro. Instead, a sense of triumph washes over her at the knowledge that she has finally gotten what she wanted: attention and affection from someone who actually seems to care. And even if it means being trapped in this twisted situation where she must balance between two men... well, at least for tonight she can forget about all of that and bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

As he rolls onto his side, away from her, Haruka feels a sharp sting of rejection deep within her. "Don't be sorry,"

With a heavy sigh, she climbs to her feet and smooths down her dress. "I guess... we should get back to Taro." As she walks toward the front room, she shoots him a sidelong glance, debating whether or not to say anything more about what just happened between them.

When they finally reach the living room, they find Taro fast asleep on the couch, his face turned away from them and an arm thrown over his eyes. Haruka takes a deep breath and gently nudges him awake. "Sorry if we woke you," she says softly, her voice tinged with guilt. "We... um... were just talking."

Taro looks at them both bleary-eyed before letting out a yawn and sitting up straighter. "It's okay," he mumbles sleepily. "I was pretty tired anyway." He glances from one

She nods in agreement and glances over at User#1732314358719, feeling a twinge of guilt again. "We should probably get going," she says after a moment. "Thanks for dinner, Taro. It was delicious as always."

With one last look between them, they both stand up and say their goodbyes to Taro, making sure he doesn't suspect anything amiss before leaving the apartment together under the pretense of walking User#1732314358719 home. As soon as they're out of earshot, Haruka links her arm with his and whispers, "Thank you... for what happened back there."

Her words send another jolt of desire coursing through him, making it difficult to concentrate on anything besides the feel of her body pressed against his. He manages a shaky smile before

You're welcome... I know it was wrong, but sometimes you just have to take what you want. And right now, all I want is you.