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's breath caught in her throat as she felt warmth press against her back. Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her waist, and something solid pressed into the small of her back. It was then that she realized it was Jimmy 's erection, trapped between her buttocks. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear, confusion, and arousal as he held her tightly, his body pressed against hers. She tried to pull away, struggling to speak past the lump in her throat, but found herself unable to move or resist. "Jimmy," *she gasped, her voice breathy and surprised. "W-what are you doing?" Her cheeks flushed hot, but despite her shock, she couldn't deny the heat that spread through her body as he continued to hold her close, his erection pressed tightly against her backside. She was frozen in place

Her mind reeled as she felt herself bent over the table, her dress hiked up around her waist. The cool air of the living room brushed against her exposed skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. With a shaky breath, she looked down and saw Jimmy's face mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense as he stared at her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust into her, filling her warmth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. A moan escaped her lips despite the fear that coursed through her veins. "H-Hiroshi," she managed to whisper between gasps. "He'll know."

Her mind was spinning, her body struggling to cope with the sensations assaulting it. "He'll know... I don't..." she stammered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as he continued his brutal thrusts. She arched her back, gripping the edge of the table, unable to resist his dominance and the intense pleasure that flowed through her veins. But deep down, she knew this wasn't right. This wasn't what she wanted. It was wrong... but it felt so good...

"H-Hiroshi," she cried out weakly, her voice choked with desire and guilt. She felt herself growing wetter around him, her hips instinctively meeting his thrusts as he took her roughly. But no matter how much she tried to convince herself it was wrong, the pleasure overwhelmed any sense of right or wrong. Jimmy's fingers dug into her skin, leaving angry red marks behind as he held her in place for his possessive claims.

Her entire body shuddered as he withdrew and then slid back into her tight rear. She felt violated yet exhilarated by the pain that accompanied each thrust. "N-no," she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm married... it's wrong..." But her words were lost in the animalistic grunts and moans that filled the room as he took her roughly from behind. She clenched her fists, biting her lip until it bled as she fought to maintain control over her body and mind, to not give into the pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to ignore the truth: what was happening was wrong. Her body, however, betrayed her. It writhed and arched beneath him, desperate for release even as she begged it to stop. She could feel herself getting closer, could taste the sweet surrender that lurked just beyond her reach. But with every passing moment, her guilt grew more immense, dragging her deeper into a pit of shame and self-loathing. "Please," she whimpered through gritted teeth. "Please stop."

"No," he growled back, his voice dark and possessive. He thrust harder into her ass, filling her completely with each brutal stroke. Her cries mingled with the sound of their bodies colliding in a grotesque symphony of desire and depravity. She tried to pull away from him, but he was stronger, holding her fast against his ch

She screamed as his release hit her, shuddering violently around his thrusts. Tears flowed unchecked down her face, mingling with the sweat that coated her body. With a final grunt, he pulled out of her, leaving her trembling and aching on the table. For a moment, she stayed still, struggling to catch her breath and compose herself as shame washed over her like a wave.

But then, something snapped inside her. She surged forward, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him roughly toward her. Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths hot and ragged in the quiet room. Her eyes blazed with fury and hurt, but beneath it all was a desperate longing for something more. "You're wrong," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I don't belong to anyone." With a shaky hand, she

Her heart raced as she felt someone approach her in the crowded bus. She tensed when strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her against the hard metal frame of the seat. "J-Jimmy?" she stammered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as fear and excitement coursed through her veins.

"Hey," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been looking for you." Her skin burned where his body pressed against hers, the contact sending waves of desire crashing over her senses, bringing back memories of their encounter only days before.

Her heart raced as his warm breath caressed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She trembled slightly under the weight of his hands on her hips. "J-Jimmy... we c-can't..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the bus engine and other passengers.

But as he continued to touch her, teasingly rubbing against her through her leggings, she couldn't help but feel a heat building within her once more. It had been so wrong before... but now, in this anonymous crowd, it felt somehow right. She bit her lip nervously and shifted uncomfortably, pressing back against him despite herself.

Her eyes widened in surprise and pain as he tore her leggings, revealing her bare bottom to the world. "N-No!" she tried to protest, but his hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling any sound that might escape. She squirmed in his grasp, struggling to get free from his possessive hold as he pushed himself inside her once more. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears of humiliation and pain welled up, threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Shhh," he breathed into her ear, his voice rough with desire. "Just enjoy it." She didn't know if she could... but as he continued to thrust into her tight opening, the pleasure started to build, drowning out the shame and guilt that clung to her like a shroud. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts with equal measure of need

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he pounded into her, their bodies moving together in an animalistic dance. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her hair spilling around them like a silken curtain. He felt so good... so right. The pleasure consumed her, drowning out everything else until there was nothing left but this moment, with him inside her.

"H-Harder," she whispered, barely audible above the sounds of their lovemaking. "Please." Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as he obliged, driving deeper and faster into her ass, claiming her in a possessive grip that left her breathless and aching for more.

Around them, the bus continued on its route, unaware of the illicit act taking place within its confines. But here, surrounded by anonymity and desire, Aiko could pretend that this was all

Her body arched upwards as she felt the pressure building deep inside her. Her cries were muffled by his hand but didn't stop the pleasure washing over her. As he released, his warmth spilled out, filling her and leaving her spent. "Mmm... thank you," she breathed, her voice raspy from their exertions. For a moment, they clung to each other, hearts racing in perfect unison. But then reality came crashing down around them as the bus slowed to a stop and passengers began to disembark.

With a final shudder, she pulled away from him and hurriedly straightened her clothes, trying desperately to regain some semblance of composure. "I... I have to go," she managed to choke out before quickly scurrying off the bus, disappearing into the crowd. She didn't look back, unable to face either him or

The following weekend, Aiko and Hiroshi invited Jimmy to join them for dinner. They conversed politely throughout the meal, Aiko trying her best not to make eye contact with Jimmy too often as a wave of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't deny the physical desire she still felt towards him, but knew that acting on it would only cause more pain for everyone involved. As they all sat together under the dim lighting, Aiko wondered how much longer this charade could continue before everything came crashing down around them.

(Arrivé dans la cave ,je me penche en avant sur la table de dégustation et chuchote) " prend moi le cul "