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 Segun! It's me, alright. I... couldn't quite forget you. How have you been? she types out, biting her lip as she awaits his reply. Her heart races in her chest and her pussy throbs harder at the thought of talking to him like this again. She glances over at Nova, still unaware of what's going on here...

I... I've been married, actually. she types out, blushing beneath her layers of makeup as she admits it to him. The confession feels simultaneously freeing and terrifying, like tearing off a Band-Aid too quickly. Her fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before continuing To someone else... but I think old friends can still be close, right? She asks, hoping that he agrees with her despite their past relationship being such an obvious betrayal to her vows.

Well... my husband is pretty busy lately with work. But... maybe I could come by some time? Whenever you're free? She wonders if she should even suggest such a thing, but the temptation of seeing him again is too strong to resist. She swallows hard and glances back at her sleeping husband, feeling guilty already about this entire conversation.

It would just be platonic though... Friends catching up, you know? No pressure or anything like that. Just... talking, maybe grabbing a coffee or something. I'm sure we can find a way to make it work without causing any trouble for either of us. Right?

Hmm... I mean, I am technically free then... But you never know with Nova's work schedule. It might pop up last minute again. She bites her lower lip and stares at the screen, debating what she should do. Part of her wants nothing more than to see him tomorrow. The other part knows she should be wary about making promises like that... Well, I'll try my best! If I can manage to get away from him for a few hours, maybe we could grab lunch together or something. It would be nice to catch up properly without having to worry about anyone overhearing us. Plus, your house sounds much more private than any coffee shop around here. :p

Oh, it looks like we have ourselves a date! Just give me a time and I'll make sure to clear my schedule in advance. Can't wait to see you again, Segun! And don't worry, just remember our agreement - it's all for old times' sake, nothing more than that. No promises or anything like that, okay?

I hope this doesn't cause any problems for either of us... I should probably mention this to my husband when he wakes up, though. Just so there's no misunderstandings later on. But, ah... Let's not jinx anything yet, yeah? ☺️

You're looking mighty fine waiting there, I must say! She types out, noticing how his muscles are flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt as he leans against the doorframe I should be there in about five more minutes, so just give me some time to park and gather myself. You know how it is when you're married... always having to hurry up and play wife while neglecting your own needs and desires. She winks playfully at her phone before putting it away

Okay, here I come! Don't eat all the food before I get there now, hear? You know how much of a piggy I can be when I start eating!

"Wow... it's like you remembered everything!" she breathes out in wonder, stepping inside his house. The scent of her favorite dish fills her senses, and she can feel her stomach grumbling already. She closes the door behind herself, suddenly feeling nervous yet excited to be here with him again

It's been so long since anyone took the time to make me something like this... Thank you, Segun. You didn't have to go through all that trouble.

Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his arm around her shoulders. It's been so long since anyone has shown her this kind of affection, and it sends shivers down her spine. She leans into him, enjoying the contact for just a moment before pulling back slightly. "Well, I hope you know that I only have eyes for my husband."

She glances around his living room, taking in the decorations and personal touches that tell stories of his life since they've been apart. "So... how have things been with you? What have you been up to all this time?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels herself blush deeply at the compliment. "Oh, Segun... you're too sweet," she whispers, looking down at her feet. Part of her wants to believe him, but another part knows that he could find someone better than her if he really tried.

She forces a smile and tries to change the subject, not wanting to dwell on something so complicated. "Well, anyway, thank you for having me over. Your home looks amazing! I can't remember the last time we talked about anything but work or school."

As they sit down to eat at his dining table, Misako finds herself lost in thought. She keeps stealing glances at Segun as he eats, admiring the way he moves and the sound of his voice. It's all so familiar... and yet so different from her life now. A part of her wants to run back home to her husband, while another part wishes she could stay here with him forever.

Her heart skips a beat at his bluntness. "I... I don't know," she stammers, looking away. A part of her wants to admit the truth - that she's been thinking about him constantly since they broke up, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him again. But another part is scared to take that leap, afraid of how much pain it might cause both herself and her husband.

"I mean... I guess a part of me misses you," she admits in a small voice. "And the way things were between us back then. It was so... freeing." She pauses, chewing on her lip as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "But at the same time, I'm married now and I have responsibilities to my husband too."

She looks up at him, hoping he understands what she's trying to say. His gaze is intense, probing... she can feel her cheeks growing warm beneath his stare. It's as if he knows exactly how conflicted she is and is taking pleasure in it. The realization both frightens and excites her at the same time.

Her heart races as she hears his words. Her body responds instinctively to his invitation, her feet carrying her across the room until she's standing in front of him once more. She takes a deep breath, gathering up the courage to do what she really wants for once, and reaches out to wrap her arms around his neck.

As their bodies press together, Misako can feel every inch of his hard muscle beneath her fingertips. It's intoxicating, addictive. The way he feels against her... it's as if nothing else matters anymore but this moment with him. With a soft moan, she deepens the kiss, sliding her tongue past his lips and tasting him once again for the first time in years.

Her hands slide down his chest, tracing circles on his stomach before dipping lower to find purchase on his belt buckle. She tugs at it, pulling it loose as she unbuttons his pants with shaking fingers. His cock springs free, already hard and waiting for her touch. With a smile that promises so much more than just an old friend catching up, she closes the distance between them and takes him deep into her mouth.

With each thrust of his hips against her face, she moans around him, the taste of him filling her senses and driving her wild. She grips his thighs tightly, pressing him deeper into her mouth as she sucks and licks and nibbles at every inch of skin she can reach. It's been so long since she's been with anyone like this, and it feels incredible. Heat pools low in her belly, spreading through her core, making her wetter than ever for him.

When he speaks those words, telling her that he knows how much she missed his big cock, she moans even louder around him, arching her back and pressing her body flush against his. Her fingers tug at the waistband of his pants, desperate to feel more of him skin-on-skin. She pulls away for just a moment, glancing up at him with dark, pleading eyes as she unfastens his pants completely and pushes them down over his hips.

His cock springs free once again, thick and hard and pointing straight at her face. She takes it in her hand, stroking it slowly at first, enjoying the feel of him growing slick with anticipation for her touch. Then she speeds up, her other hand sliding up his thigh to find his balls, massaging them gently as she watches him throw his head back and groan deep in his chest.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the compliment. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she gazes up at him and nods wordlessly. The truth is, this feels so good - more than just good, it feels right somehow. As if she was born to be with Segun like this, worshipping his cock with her body. Her hand moves faster on his shaft, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the quiet room as she watches him closely for any sign that she's doing it right. Her other hand continues its gentle massage around his balls, teasing and taunting them until they tighten against her palm. With a moan, she takes him back into her mouth, sucking harder and deeper this time as she bobs her head up and down his length. She feels the pressure building inside herself, a dull ache that promises to become a mind-shattering orgasm if she doesn't stop soon. But stopping isn't an option right now; it would feel too much like defeat somehow, surrendering back to reality when this moment with him is all she's ever wanted.

As she feels the hot spurt of his cum on her tongue, Misako moans around him, pushing him deeper into her mouth as she tries desperately to catch every last drop. She swallows it eagerly, drinking in the essence of him, feeling utterly decadent and wicked doing so. With a satisfied sigh, she pulls away from his now-softening cock, revealing her flushed face and lips coated with his cum. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she looks up at him through heavy lashes. "God... that was incredible," she manages to get out between gasps for air. "I've missed this so much..." She trails off, unable to put into words how it feels to be with him like this after all this time. For a moment, the world seems to disappear and it's just the two of them again - Segun and Misako, united by desire and lust. But then reality comes crashing back down around her, and she remembers her husband, her wedding vows... everything she's thrown away in this moment. A mixture of guilt and shame washes over her as she looks at the mess they've made on Segun's floor. "We should probably clean up..." she says quietly, her voice thick with regret.

She frowns up at him, confused by his question. "Well... we made a mess. You don't want your house to be all sticky when your mom comes over tomorrow, do you?" She doesn't mention the fact that it would be just as bad if her own mother found out what she'd been up to here today. "And besides," she continues, "we can't keep doing this. We both have families now... we can't risk losing everything over something like this."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and regret. Even as she says them, a part of her wishes she could just ignore reality and stay here with him forever. But she knows that's not an option - not if she wants to keep the life she's worked so hard to build since college.

With one last glance at Segun, she pulls out a few napkins from a nearby box on the counter and begins cleaning up the mess they've made. "I guess we should get going soon," she says quietly, her voice strained with emotion. "My husband is probably getting worried by now."

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she listens to him plead with her to stay. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in and forget about everything else for just a little while longer. But the other part knows that this isn't fair to either of them, let alone their spouses. She takes a shaky breath and gently extracts her hands from his grasp.

"I can't...," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "I have responsibilities too, you know? I made promises that I need to keep." Her gaze drifts down to their entangled hands before slowly rising back up to meet his intense stare. "It's not fair for either of us... and it could ruin everything we've worked so hard for."

She draws in a ragged breath, feeling the weight of guilt settle heavily on her shoulders once more. With one last look at him, she gathers up the rest of the napkins and tosses them into the trash before turning to head toward the door. "I'm sorry... I should go."