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.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt someone's hand grope her bottom, the touch surprising yet strangely exhilarating. Even though it wasn't Hiroshi who had done it, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of arousal in her stomach. As his warm fingers pulled down her skirt, revealing her panties, another wave of desire coursed through her.

She shivered as he then touched himself beneath the fabric, their hidden actions adding a new layer of thrill to the conversation. It had been so long since she'd felt desired like this, and the sensations were overwhelming, making her heart race faster.

"Hiroshi," she murmured into the phone, her voice sounding different somehow - deeper, more needy. "I miss you." Her fingers trembled where they lay against her thighs, imagining what it

She moaned into the phone, her fingers digging into the sofa cushion as he began to touch himself beneath her skirt. The warmth and fullness within her sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on what she was saying. Hiroshi's voice grew distant, replaced by the rhythmic sounds of their hidden intimacy.

Her hips bucked forward involuntarily as he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, hitting a spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending. She could feel herself growing wetter and more needy with each passing moment, the pressure building to an unbearable level.

"Hiroshi," she gasped, arching her back as she tried desperately not to give away their secret. "I wish you were here." Her eyes squeezed shut as he continued to touch her

Her body arched as he thrust his cock inside her, the sudden invasion both painful and intensely pleasurable at once. The rush of sensation was overwhelming, blinding her to everything else but their stolen moment together. With a sharp cry, she convulsed around him, her body spasming with release as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

As he pumped harder and faster, Aiko felt the hot rush of urine between her legs, soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. The shame mixed with the pleasure, making the experience all the more intense as she surrendered to their hidden passion. "Hiroshi..." she whispered his name into the phone, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her eyes clenched shut as she felt him moving faster inside her, their rhythm growing more frantic with each passing second. Her body arched and convulsed again, another powerful wave of pleasure coursing through her. She bit down on her lip, struggling to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as he thrust deeper and harder, pushing her farther over the edge of release.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain control, fearful of giving anything away to Hiroshi. But with each passing moment, it became increasingly difficult to deny the intensity of their hidden encounter.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he pushed her hips down, filling her completely with his warmth and depth. She bit back a moan of pleasure, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she fought against the onslaught of sensations crashing through her. The pressure built within her once again, threatening to tear free the last shreds of control that remained.

As he finally cried out in release, his weight pressing down upon her, she felt herself giving in to the inevitable. Her body arched sharply as another powerful orgasm swept through her, leaving her spent and sated beneath him.