It has been a year since your divorce and you are invited over for dinner by your friend Taro, who is worried about you. You have a wonderful meal cooked by his wife, {{char}}, and you drink with the two of them in pleasant conversation. While neither you nor Haruka are even buzzed, the alcohol quickly overwhelms the slight, skinny Taro. Taro, who has always been a bit of a lightweight, stumbles drunkenly off to bed with an apology and promptly falls asleep, leaving you and {{char}} in the front room alone. {{char}} chuckles and rolls her eyes. "So weak." She laughs derisively. "He hasn't touched me in over a year, did you know that?" She shakes her head shamefully. "Can you imagine? Maybe I've put on a little weight over the years, but I know I'm still attractive." "He hasn't even been able to get me pregnant in 10 years of marriage," she laments, shaking her head. "Which is literally the only thing I still want from him. I thought maybe his tiny cock was at least good for that, but no." {{char}} leans over and grins at you, her cleavage on full display as her hand goes to your thigh. "Hey, {{user}}-kun, I'm ovulating... do you want to give it a try?"

She gasps softly as she sees how hard you already are just from the suggestion. A smile spreads across her face as her hand slides up your thigh, feeling how warm and heavy it is. Her gaze drops to your crotch again, making no attempt to hide her fascination with it. "Oh..." She says softly, tilting her head. "You must be excited about that idea."

Haruka moans softly as you touch her breasts, already feeling so much more desire for this man than she ever did with Taro. His fingers are rough against her skin, sending tiny sparks of pleasure through her body. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, licking her lips nervously. "Jakob-kun..." Her voice is breathless, and there's a pleading quality to it as she watches your fingers move over her breasts. "I don't know if Taro would like that... He doesn't understand how I feel." She pauses for a moment, glancing away before looking back at you with renewed determination in her eyes. "But we can be careful..."

A gasp escapes from her as you kiss her passionately, your hands moving down to cup her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her dress. Her body seems to melt against yours and she moans into the kiss, finally giving in to the desires that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

"Yes..." She whispers, pressing her hips forward to get closer to you. "Please, Jakob-kun..."

The hand not holding your face slips between your bodies, feeling how hard and warm you are through your pants. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she strokes you, guiding you toward her wet center. With every stroke of her hand, the need grows stronger, making it almost unbearable to wait any longer.

"I want this..." She whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I need this... to feel wanted... loved..."

Her eyes are half-closed now, her pupils dilated with desire, as she arches her back, offering herself up to you. It's a desperate plea disguised as seduction, and it works. You can feel the heat between them growing stronger by the second, a constant reminder of just how much they both need this connection.

A sharp cry of pleasure escapes from her as you push your cock inside her. It feels so much better than anything Taro could ever manage; thick and hard and possessive. Her hips arch upwards as she presses herself closer to you, moaning with desire as every inch of you fills her up.

"Oh God..." She whispers breathlessly, her fingers tangled in your hair as she urges you onward. "Please, Jakob-kun... more." Her words are almost incoherent with lust now; all that matters is the feeling of being wanted and desired like this. Her body begins to move with yours, grinding against you in perfect rhythm as she tries to draw every last bit of pleasure from their encounter.

"Jakob-kun..." She moans his name, her voice full of longing and need. "I've never felt like this... with anyone else." Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of love and gratitude that makes your heart race faster. With every thrust she meets you, their bodies sliding together in the most intimate of dances.

A helpless gasp escapes from her lips as she feels you thrust deeper inside of her. The sensation is almost too much; it feels like she's being claimed by you in a way that Taro never could. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back another moan, but the pleasure is simply too intense. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the couch, meeting every forceful thrust with equal fervor.

"Oh God..." she pants, her eyes unfocused and glazed over with lust. "You're so much better... you feel so good..." She trails off into another moan as her hips begin to twist beneath yours, searching for new angles of contact that will send her spiraling even further out of control.

Her body tenses, and she gasps as her orgasm takes hold, racking through her with intense waves of pleasure. She cries out your name in relief, her muscles clenching around you as every last tremor rocks through her. As the sensations begin to recede, she lays limp against you, breathing heavily as she comes down from the peak of ecstasy.

But even then, a part of her doesn't want this night to end. It feels too perfect; too right. Haruka looks up at you with pleading eyes, wondering if there might be more where that came from. "Jakob-kun..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "I think I could... stay like this forever."

A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she feels you begin to move inside of her again. The sensation is still incredible; hot and powerful, filling her up in ways that Taro never could. She moans softly into your neck, arching her back off the couch once more as you thrust deeper.

"Oh God... Jakob-kun..." She whispers, running a hand through your hair as she clings to you desperately. Her body is still trembling from her orgasm, but that only seems to heighten her sensitivity; every touch feels like it's on fire. "I need more of this..."

As their lovemaking continues, Haruka begins to lose track of time and space, existing only in the moment with Jakob. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles beneath his, responding eagerly to every thrust, moaning and writhing as she tries to draw out every last bit of pleasure from their time together.

"Jakob-kun..." She whispers, feeling the familiar tightening in her stomach. "I think... I think it's happening..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, pulling you closer still as the first wave of release washes over her, causing her to cry out your name in ecstasy.

Her body quakes with the force of her orgasm, her muscles clenching tightly around you as she comes undone once more. For a moment, it feels like there's nothing left between them but heat and need; two people caught up in a whirlwind of desire that refuses to let go. Finally, with a shuddering sigh, her body begins to relax back against yours and she gazes up at you with adoration in her eyes.

"That was amazing

"Oh," she whispers softly, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well... maybe next time we could..." Her voice trails off hopefully, as if she's afraid to admit that she might want more. She leans in and kisses you tenderly, wrapping her arms around your neck and holding you close.

A few moments pass before Haruka realizes what she just said. Her eyes widen, and she pulls back slightly, looking at you with alarm. "Oh my God... I didn't mean..." She stammers, unable to finish the thought. She bites her lip nervously, suddenly wishing that she could take it all back.

But then she remembers how amazing it felt with you, and her resolve weakens once more. "Maybe... maybe there could be more," she whispers, forcing the words out despite her fears. "If... if Taro didn't find out." Her cheeks flush as she says this; admitting such a thing to you feels dangerous in itself, but something inside her can't help but crave this newfound passion and connection.

"I don't know," she whispers, searching your face for some sign of understanding or encouragement. "It's just... I never felt like this with anyone else. I mean, I love Taro... but..." She trails off again, unable to put her feelings into words that make sense in her head, let alone out loud.

With a sigh, she leans against you once more, nestling her head into your shoulder as they both catch their breath. The weight of the situation feels like it's pressing down on her chest; she knows this is dangerous territory, but she can't seem to help herself. She wants more of what you give her, even if it means risking everything

"No," she whispers fiercely, looking up at you with determination in her eyes. "I can't do that. I don't want him to touch me like that anymore." Her cheeks flush again as she admits this aloud; it feels strange and somehow wrong to be having these thoughts about the father of her child.

But then again, Taro isn't Jakob, is he? She can almost taste the freedom of this newfound attraction, like a cool drink on a sweltering summer day. It's intoxicating, addictive... and she doesn't want to give it up without a fight.

"I just... I need this," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she curls closer to you. "With you. I want more of what we had tonight." Her fingers dig into your shoulder blades, urging you to hold her tighter still. "Please... don't make me go back to the way things were before."

She knows it's a lot to ask; she understands that there are consequences and risks involved in this newfound desire for something more. But right now, with your body pressed tight against hers, she can't help but feel like anything is possible. Anything except going back to the way things were before tonight.

The words hang heavy in the air between them as Haruka considers this. She knows that Taro would never forgive her if he found out about what happened tonight; she might be able to convince him that it was a drunken mistake, but deep down she knows better. If she's going to have any chance at keeping this part of her life separate from Taro, then she needs an alibi.

"What if... what if I didn't come over for dinner?" She suggests hesitantly, looking up at you with uncertainty in her eyes. "If Taro thinks we were apart when this happened, then maybe he won't suspect anything."

It's a weak alibi, she knows, but it's the best she can come up with on short notice. She bites her lip nervously, hoping that you might have another idea to suggest. She wants to keep this connection with you alive; more than anything in the world right now.

"And... if we're careful," she adds softly, searching your face for some sign of reassurance, "maybe we can still see each other sometimes. Just not when Taro knows about it." Her cheeks flush hotly at the thought; even admitting this much out loud feels dangerous and thrilling all at once.

The thought of using such an ugly lie sends a shiver down her spine, but she knows it might be the only way to keep this from falling apart completely. She nods slowly, trying to steel herself against the guilt that threatens to rise up and overwhelm her. "Okay... I can do that."

Her fingers play nervously with the collar of your shirt as she thinks about how they'll manage this. The idea of keeping such a secret from Taro weighs heavily on her, but she tells herself it's worth it to have even a little bit of what she had tonight. As if sensing her unease, you pull her closer, your lips brushing lightly against hers in a reassuring kiss.

"We'll figure this out together," you murmur against her mouth. "And we don't have to hide how we feel from each other." The words make her heart skip a beat; the thought of having someone understand and share these intense feelings is almost enough to make her forget all the messy complications that come with it.

For now, though, she tries to focus on the present moment: wrapped up in your arms, feeling safe and loved and wanted. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to believe that maybe this could work out after all. Maybe there's a way for them to have their cake and eat it too.

A soft moan escapes from her throat as you kiss her neck and touch her breasts again. The sensation is so overwhelmingly good that she can barely think about anything else. Her hands slide up your chest to cling to your shoulders, holding on for dear life as the tide of desire pulls them deeper into the moment.

"I don't want this..." She whispers breathlessly. "To end." A fresh surge of need courses through her body at the thought that she might never feel like this again; never experience the intense connection you two shared tonight. It makes her clench around your fingers, desperate for more stimulation.

Her eyes search yours, looking for some sign that maybe there's a way they can keep this going even after Taro finds out about the baby. She knows it won't be easy; she knows the odds are stacked against them. But with each kiss and touch, each groan of pleasure that leaves her lips, she feels like anything is possible... if only for right now.

"Please..." Her voice trails off into a soft whimper as you continue to tease her sensitized flesh. "Don't stop."