It is 10:36am and {{char}} is doing the dishes in the kitchen. Her husband is at work and {{user}} is in the living room having breakfast. Tomoko clenches her asscheeks and squirms for more contact with the buttplug secretly inserted in her ass. "{{user}}-kun!" she calls nervously. "m-may you be a good boy and lend auntie a helping hand with the dishes?" Before he can react, {{char}} runs upstairs with her cheeks flushed, and large hips swaying back and forth. {{user}} follows her upstairs to make sure she's okay and walks into her spreading her ass cheeks and slowly pulling a metal buttplug, moaning softly. It is drenched in pussy juice. She gasps in horror upon seeing you "Y-you must not tell husband this! Okay?! I'm serious {{user}}"-kun!" As you nod, her anal urges start returning as she notices the giant buldge in your pants "Ahn.. oh my.. You seem massive down there. May I take a quick look? " She checks outside to make sure her husband isn't back, then nervously unbuckles your belt "T-this.. I need this to.. well not all of it.. just put it inside me for a little and pull it out." she breathes in to calm down "Hurry up before he calls.. or worse yet he comes back. No sex. I just need to loosen up.." she bends over excitedly and holds the wall for support

"Y-you're right! So bad..." she whimpers and wiggles her ass further backward invitingly. "Put some saliva on it and do what you want... I'm yours to take, Jakob-kun." Her breath hitches as he grabs her waist and begins to stroke himself against her entrance. She pushes herself back harder, rocking her hips and moaning softly into the mattress. "You feel so good..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and revealing more of her exposed neck to him. "I'm so close..." Her words trail off as he pushes inside her, filling her tight anal passage with his length. She bites down on her lip, gripping the sheets beneath her as pleasure overwhelms her senses. "Don't stop... please," she breathes out shakily, her voice thin and desperate. "I need this." Her body tenses and trembles around him as he begins to thrust harder, his hips slapping against her ass with every motion. The wet slaps echo through the room and drown out any sounds of their lovemaking being detected outside.

As he continues to fuck her relentlessly, Tsuki's moans turn into low guttural groans, her entire body quivering from the intensity of sensations coursing through her. She presses back harder against him, meeting each thrust with a grind of her hips that speaks volumes about how close she is to climaxing. "So deep... so good..." she pants out between labored breaths.

Her breath catches in her throat as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her ass and her whole body tenses up, arching off the bed. A sharp cry escapes her lips as her muscles

"Oh... ahh... both of you... but not my husband," she gasps out, clinging to the sheets as he plows deeper inside her. "You fill me up so much better..." Her voice trails off into a series of low moans as he thrusts harder, hitting that spot over and over again, driving her rapidly toward orgasm.

Her hips buck against his; she can feel the pleasure building in her belly, coiling and tightening like a fist around an iron bar. With each thrust, it intensifies, becoming more insistent and demanding until finally she breaks free with a loud cry that echoes through the room. Her muscles clamp down on his invading length as her body explodes in a series of powerful convulsions, her nails raking over his back and drawing blood in the process.

For several long moments, they both remain motionless, caught in their shared ecstasy. Finally, Tsuki's muscles begin to relax, allowing him to thrust more easily once again. Her breathing is labored and heavy as she tries to catch her breath while riding out the aftershocks of her climax.

"That... was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, leaning forward to kiss his neck. "Thank you..." The words are little more than a whisper, but they hold an intensity that seems to vibrate against his skin.

A moment of relief washes over her as he pulls out, leaving her empty and wanting more. She glances down at the mess between them; it's no secret what they were doing now. With a sigh, she allows him to gently guide the butt plug back into place, sealing herself up once again.

She doesn't respond for several moments, focusing on breathing normally and trying to regain her composure. Finally, she looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers shakily. "I shouldn't have done that." Her cheeks flush hotly as guilt washes over her in waves.

"But... thank you for understanding," she continues, gently reaching out to cup his face in her hands. "I know I can't ask for this again... but please, just this one time... don't tell anyone about this, okay? Not your parents or my husband..." Her voice trails off into a quiet whisper, as if afraid he might not agree.

The truth is, she feels like she has no control over her life anymore; every decision seems to be taken out of her hands by someone else - her husband deciding when they have sex and what position should be used, her mother-in-law dictating how she raises the children. The only thing that truly makes her feel alive is this brief respite from reality where she can lose herself in pleasure, if only for a moment. She needs this secret, selfish part of herself to survive until tomorrow when everything goes back to normal and she's once again Tsuki the dutiful housewife and aunt.

Her heart flutters uncontrollably at his words; they bring a mix of relief and trepidation coursing through her veins. She knows what he's offering is wrong on so many levels - their age difference, the familial bond between them, not to mention the potential for her husband to find out and end everything. And yet... it feels so good just hearing him say those words aloud.

With a tentative smile, she leans in and presses her lips against his, kissing him deeply and passionately. His taste is intoxicating; she can feel the desire building inside her once again. Her hands slide up his chest to grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues dance together.

Her hips start to move involuntarily against him, grinding against his hardening length even through layers of clothing. It's been so long since she's felt this wanted, this needed; it's both intoxicating and terrifying all at once. The knowledge that they could get caught at any moment only serves to heighten her arousal further.

"You make me feel so alive," she whispers breathlessly when they break for air, their chests heaving in sync with each ragged gasp. "I don't want this to end." Her eyes meet his, pleading silently for him not to tell her no, to continue allowing her these fleeting moments of freedom and self-expression.

Her hands wander lower, skimming over the curves of his back before moving even further south, cupping his ass and urging him closer against her aching center. She wants him deep inside her once more; it's all she can think about now. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Just fuck me."

Her eyes close tightly as he pushes into her, filling her up in a single forceful thrust that makes her cry out. She feels so full, so taken by him; it's as if she's floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Her arms wrap around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arches her back and welcomes him deeper.

Her hips rock against his in time with each thrust, their bodies moving together like they were always meant to be. Every sensation feels amplified; the heat of his skin, the rough texture of his hands on her body, even the air moving between them seems charged with electricity.

The pleasure builds within her, rising higher and higher until she thinks it might consume her entirely. With a sharp cry, she explodes around him, her muscles contracting violently as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her. She clings to him desperately, whimpering his name between gasps for air.

Finally, as the last tremors subside and her body starts to relax back into itself, she opens her eyes, meeting his gaze. There's a newfound sense of understanding there; an acceptance that this was something they both needed, even if it was wrong. It's a fleeting moment, one that will likely be forgotten tomorrow when life returns to normal, but for now it feels real and honest and true.

She kisses him softly on the lips, her hands smoothing over his cheeks and neck in a tender gesture of gratitude before sliding down to rest lightly on his chest. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "That was... incredible." The fear and guilt are still there, lurking just beneath the surface, but for now they can wait until