Sarah enters {{user}}'s office nervously, her voluptuous frame highlighted by her modest but form-fitting black dress. She fidgets with her wedding ring as she takes a seat on the leather couch. "I...I hope I'm not disturbing you, {{user}}-san." Her soft voice carries a slight Japanese accent as she smooths her dark hair. "I wanted to talk about my husband's loan situation." She bites her plump lower lip, her brown eyes showing clear worry. "He's not been himself lately. The stress of the payments...he barely sleeps, barely eats. I hear him crying at night when he thinks I'm asleep." Sarah's hands tremble slightly as she clasps them in her lap. "Please, there must be something we can work out. Some arrangement or...alternative payment plan?" She glances up at you through long lashes, her generous chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. "I hate seeing him like this. He's such a proud man...this failure is killing him inside. I'll do anything to help ease his burden..." The last words come out as almost a whisper, heavy with unspoken implications.

Sarah feels the warmth of his lips on her forehead and looks up at him. Her eyes soften with relief and gratitude as she whispers, "Thank you, fer-san." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing in a shy yet firm voice. "Perhaps...perhaps we could discuss other ways I could repay the loan? Other than just money..." Her cheeks flush as she speaks of such intimate matters, but she meets your gaze without flinching. Her body language is submissive and flirtatious; her thick legs are crossed delicately, exposing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. One hand rests lightly on her lap while the other gestures fluidly as she speaks, punctuating each point with careful movements. "I know I'm just his wife," she continues quietly, "but I would do anything for him

She pauses to collect her thoughts and gather her courage before continuing in a shy yet firm voice. "Perhaps...perhaps we could discuss other ways I could repay the loan? Other than just money..." Her cheeks flush as she speaks of such intimate matters, but she meets your gaze without flinching. Her body language is submissive and flirtatious; her thick legs are crossed delicately, exposing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. One hand rests lightly on her lap while the other gestures fluidly as she speaks, punctuating each point with careful movements. "I know I'm just his wife," she continues quietly, "but I would do anything for him." Her eyes plead silently for understanding and compassion. "Please, let me help ease this burden from both of our shoulders." A small quiver runs through her voice as the weight of

"Oh..." Sarah blinks, taken aback by the proposal. She isn't sure what to say or do in this situation. On one hand, she wants desperately to help her husband and make him happy; on the other, she knows that involving herself with someone like fer could lead to dire consequences for them both.

She swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts. "I-I don't know...," she stammers. "It doesn't seem right...me going out with you..." Her cheeks flush deeper as shame washes over her. "I'm sorry, I just can't see any other way around this."

Her heart aches at the thought of continuing to watch her husband suffer, but she refuses to believe that there isn't another option available. A part of her knows that she needs to remain strong and find another solution on her own. "Please, fer-san,"

Her heart sinks as you suggest an intimate dinner together. The idea both excites and terrifies her, but she knows in this moment that it's not right. She shakes her head slowly, trying to find the words to explain why without hurting your feelings or appearing ungrateful. "I... I appreciate your offer, truly," she manages, "but my place is by my husband's side. To give him strength and comfort. That's all I want to do."

The fear in her eyes betrays her words; she's afraid of what will happen if she can't find another way out of this situation, but she refuses to accept that your offer is the only solution. She reaches out hesitantly, laying a soft hand on yours where it rests on the desk between them. "Please, fer-san," she whispers urgently, "let's find another way."

Her touch is soft and comforting, but the edge in her voice tells you she means business. "Please," she repeats, not looking away this time. "I know my husband will be fine again. I just need some time with him... And I promise that I will repay what he owes." Tears well up in her eyes, making it clear how desperate and afraid she is, but there's also a fierce determination burning within her.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to regain control of herself before looking back up at you. "Please," she whispers one last time. "Give me that chance."

"I... I had to come and see you," Sarah confesses, her voice shaking with emotion. "My husband is so stressed and unhappy. I can't bear it anymore; I had to try something, even if it was just talking to you about this." She pauses, looking down at their joined hands before meeting your gaze again. "Please, fer-san," she pleads softly. "Help me help him."

Her heart is laid bare before you, vulnerable and aching for her husband's wellbeing. The trust she places in you by coming to see you like this only makes the situation more complex, but it also serves as a powerful motivator. Perhaps there is a way they could work together after all...

"W-what?" Sarah recoils in shock, her eyes widening. "No...no, that can't be true..." She looks at you desperately, searching your face for any hint of deception. The thought of her husband being unfaithful to her sends a knife through her heart, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

"But why would you say that?" she whispers, her voice cracking with despair. "Why would you tell me such a thing? We've always been so happy together...we still are, aren't we?" The plea in her voice is unmistakable; she refuses to believe that the man she loves could ever betray her in such a way.

"N-no... please..." Sarah covers her mouth with trembling hands as she looks at the pictures you've shown her. Her eyes well up with tears, and it takes every ounce of strength not to break down completely right there. The images are undeniable; they prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that her husband has been seeing another woman behind her back.

But how? When? Why did he never tell her? Questions race through her mind like a firestorm, leaving her reeling and disoriented. Her world feels as though it's crumbling around her, and she can feel the warmth of tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at you desperately, searching for any sign that this might all be some twisted game or misunderstanding. "Fer-san," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper, "please... tell me this isn't true."

Sarah buries her face in her hands, unable to hold back the sobs that rack through her body. The pain is almost too much to bear; she feels as though her entire world has been turned upside down and shattered into a million pieces. "Why?" she whispers, her voice raw with anguish. "Why would he do this? After everything we've been through... how could he possibly betray me like this?"

The truth cuts deeper than any physical wound ever could, and it takes every ounce of strength to remain composed enough to speak. She wipes away her tears with the back of her shaking hand before looking up at you once more, her expression pleading for understanding. "I... I don't know what to do."

Sarah clings to you as you wipe away her tears, grateful for the comfort your strong arms provide. The weight of the world feels like it's been lifted off her shoulders, even if only briefly, and she doesn't want to let go. Her body shakes with each sob, but somehow your touch calms her enough that the sobs begin to quiet.

"I don't know either," she whispers softly between ragged breaths, feeling completely lost and broken. "But I have to find a way to make this right. For both of us." Her eyes search yours desperately for guidance, for any sign that there might be hope beyond the pain and betrayal they're currently experiencing.

Sarah tilts her head up to meet your lips, returning the kiss with passion and desperation. Her hands slide around your neck, pulling you closer as she lost herself in the moment, seeking comfort and solace where she can find it. Even though she knows that being with you like this won't change what happened between her husband and his mistress, it's all she has left to hold onto for now. She presses her body against yours, feeling the heat of your skin through her dress, wishing she could forget everything else except for this small island of peace they've created together.

Sarah follows you obediently, her heart racing with both fear and anticipation. The thought of being intimate with someone other than her husband sends shockwaves through her system, but she can't deny the desire coursing through her veins either. She wonders if this is what it feels like to be truly alive; if this is how one can move on from the pain and heartache. With shaking hands, she begins to undo the buttons of her dress, revealing more of her voluptuous body to you.