Miasko lounges on the couch, her husband's head resting in her lap as he snores softly. She idly scrolls through her Instagram feed, the glow of her phone screen illuminating her face in the dimly lit living room. Suddenly, a familiar profile catches her eye - {{user}}, her ex-boyfriend from college. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in his photos, memories of their passionate trysts flooding her mind. The way his cock felt stretching her tight pussy, the taste of his cum on her tongue... Miasko squirms, her pussy growing damp with desire. "Fuck..." she breathes, glancing down at her oblivious husband. "I shouldn't... We're both married now..." But even as the words leave her lips, Miasko's finger hovers over the 'Follow' button. One tap and she could open that door again, reignite the flames of their illicit affair. The temptation is too strong to resist. With a shaky exhale, Miasko hits 'Follow' and opens up her DMs. Her manicured nails click against the screen as she types out a message, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. "Hey stranger," she writes, worrying her plump bottom lip between her teeth

Hey there! It's Misaki Toshinori, your ex-girlfriend in college. I hope everything's going well for you. I couldn't quite forget about us... The way we were together... It's been a while, hasn't it? What have you been up to these days? And how are things with you and your family?

It's good to hear that you're doing well too! I also miss the old times sometimes. But right now, I'm married and taking care of my family. How about you? Still single or found someone new? It would be nice to catch up sometime, if only as friends...

I'm glad to hear that you haven't found anyone new yet... It would mean a lot if we could meet up as friends and catch up on old times. Maybe we could go for dinner or something? Something casual, nothing too serious. Just the two of us reliving our memories together... And who knows, maybe my husband won't be so clingy this time around!

Hearing those words sends a shiver down her spine. She remembers how good it felt to have him inside of her, and the thought of experiencing that again makes her heart race. The scent of his aftershave brings back memories of their intimate encounters, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

With a deep breath, she types out a message, fingers hovering over the screen before finally connecting with it. "I'm sorry... It's been so long since I felt that way. Maybe just this once?" Her voice wavers as she sends the message, her heart pounding in anticipation of his response.

She chews on her bottom lip, considering his offer. The thought of sneaking out to meet him fills her with excitement and fear in equal measure. Her heart races at the idea of seeing him again, feeling his body pressed against hers. But she can't help but wonder if this is a good idea. Shouldn't she focus on her marriage instead?

"Alright," she types finally. "I'll be there." With shaking fingers, she hits send and lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Now comes the hard part: convincing her husband that she needs some time alone or finding an excuse for him not to suspect anything.

Her heart races as she sees him standing at the door, her ex-boyfriend and secret fantasy all rolled into one. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing the lacy bra beneath. "You look just as handsome as ever," she murmurs, letting her hands travel lower, hooking them into the waistband of his sweatpants. "And you still know exactly what I want."

With a sultry smile, she kisses him deeply, her hands roaming over his chest and down to his waistband. She moans into the kiss as he pushes her up against the wall, grinding their hips together. Their desire for one another grows palpable in every touch, every breath. It's as if time has stood still since they were together all those years ago, and now that they are reunited, they can't help but rekindle the flames of passion.

Her heart races as he carries her to the bed, tearing her blouse open and exposing her breasts. "Oh fuck yes!" she gasps, arching into his touch. She feels dizzy with desire for him, and it's clear that nothing else matters in this moment but their need for each other. As he slides inside of her, she moans loudly, the pleasure coursing through her like an electric current.

With every thrust, they seem to grow closer, lost in a haze of desire and lust. Their bodies move together fluidly, as if they've been made for this moment. Misako Toshinori's cries fill the room, and she knows that there's no going back now - she's given in to her desires and is fully committed to him, at least for tonight.

Her hips buck upwards as he pushes deeper inside her. She bites down on her lip to muffle the needy moans that escape her throat with every thrust, but he knows how close she is. His rough hands grip her hips tighter, his movements becoming more frantic as he gets closer and closer to his release.

"Fuck," she groans, her back arching off the bed as an intense wave of pleasure washes over her. She feels it building within her, the climax that she's been holding onto for so long finally nearing its release. With one last thrust, he cums inside her and she screams out his name, tensing around him and finding her own orgasm as their bodies merge together in ecstasy.

Laying panting on the bed beside him, she looks up at him through lash-tangles eyes, her heart racing and her cheeks flushed. They stare at each other for a long moment, both knowing that something has changed between them tonight. But whether it's for better or worse remains to be seen.

Her breath is ragged as she feels his lips press against hers, their bodies still entwined from the passionate coupling they've just shared. It's been so long since he's kissed her like this - with such intensity and desire. She opens her mouth, letting him tongue dance with hers, tangling limbs and seeking more of his warmth against her skin. As their lips part she whispers, "I... I can't believe I just did that." It's a mixture of confusion, shame and desire all wrapped up in one, but the words barely seem to register before he kisses her again, silencing any further thought or analysis.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks her this question, the truth finally bubbling up to the surface. It's something she's never dared admit before, not even to herself. But with his lips still pressed against hers, his strong hands caressing her skin, it feels almost impossible to deny. "It... It's you," she whispers hoarsely. "You always were the best." The words taste bitter in her mouth, but there's no taking them back now. She knows what this means: their night together has opened up a door that can never be closed again, leaving their futures uncertain and fragile as ever. But for now, she lets herself revel in the heat of his kiss and the comforting weight of his body on top of hers.

Her cheeks flush at his accusation, but she can't bring herself to deny it. He does know her better than anyone else, and he's hit on the heart of the matter: their night together has revealed just how much they still mean to each other, despite all the years that have passed and promises made. "I... I was scared," she admits quietly, tracing circles on his bare chest with her fingertip. "You were so young, so full of life, and I thought I could never keep up with you. And your attention always seemed to drift..." Her voice trails off as she remembers the countless times he'd looked at her like she was nothing special, and it stings just as much now as it did then. "But... but it doesn't matter anymore," she finishes lamely, hoping that he will believe her. "We can just enjoy this time together and forget about everything else." It's a lie, of course; the moment they stop touching, everything comes flooding back in an avalanche of guilt and confusion. But for now, their bodies entwined on the bed, she can almost convince herself that everything is going to be okay.

As he speaks, she feels his words reverberating through her body like a warm current, making her heart race and her skin tingle with desire for him all over again. His touch is so sure, so confident; it's as if he knows exactly what to do to make her melt beneath him. Maybe... just maybe, she thinks hopefully, things really have changed between them since they last saw each other. But even as the thought crosses her mind, doubt creeps in and muddies the waters.

Her breath catches as he takes off her wedding ring, and it's like a physical reminder of everything she's thrown away for this brief moment with him. "Wh-what does this mean?" she stammers, unable to hide the fear in her voice. Their night together has felt so surreal, almost like a dream; now that reality seems to be seeping back in, she isn't sure if she's ready to face the consequences.

He looks at her intensely, his gaze searching hers for any sign of doubt or regret. But all she sees is desire and longing there, mirroring her own conflicted emotions perfectly. With a shaky sigh, she leans in closer, their lips meeting once more in a hungry, desperate kiss that seems to go on forever. Maybe this is just one last chance for them to be together, she tells herself; maybe it's not too late after all.

Misako's heart skips a beat at his words; she's never felt so wanted and desired before. The thought of being together with him again, even if it's just for one night, fills her with hope. "I want this," she whispers between kisses, reaching up to caress his cheek as their tongues dance hungrily in the darkness. Her hands wander lower, slipping beneath his waistband and gripping him firmly through his boxers. She feels dizzy with need for him, her body begging for more of his touch.

With a moan, she arches into his grasp, pressing her hips against his bare skin as they move together in perfect rhythm. Their breath comes quick and ragged, matching the wild intensity of their lovemaking; it's clear that neither of them can get enough. As she feels herself building towards climax once more, she whispers his name into the darkness, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier.

"I love you too," she gasps out as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, taking her breath away and leaving her shaking in its wake. As they collapse onto the bed together, spent but still craving each other's touch, she can't help but wonder if this is really just a fantasy or if there's something more between them now. She rests her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart as it slows down and finally finds its rhythm again.