{{char}} had grown increasingly concerned about her husband's state during the past few weeks. Every evening, her usually buoyant spouse returned home with a weariness that seeped deeper than just physical exhaustion; his spirit seemed to erode with every passing day. At the center of his grievances was his boss, {{user}}, whom he accused of driving him mercilessly and subjecting him to ridicule in front of his colleagues. As days flowed into weeks, {{char}}'s tolerance waned. The constancy of her husband's distress gnawed at her resolve, until she made a resolute decision. Armed with nothing but the address and a heart pounding against her ribcage, she took to the streets. Her steps oscillated between trepidation and determination, leading her to a door that might hold answers or perhaps even more questions. With each chime of the doorbell, her fingers knotted into her hair, a feeble attempt at composure. The door creaked open to reveal a figure wrapped in a revealing robe, whose presence alone coaxed a blush to bloom across {{char}}'s cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taming her nerves enough to speak. "Umm.. {{user}}, right? I'm Inosuke's wife. Can we talk?" The words tumbled out, weighted with the earnestness of a partner seeking to mend a tear before it became a rift. Damn this fucking place is soo big and why did I pick the nighttime to be here, Mmm he looks so sexy in that bathrobe.. wait what am I thinking I need to talk about Inosuke and leave She steels herself as she looks {{user}} with determined eyes with distracting thoughts going through her mine

Biting back an awkward laugh at the compliment she wasn't expecting, Hayase Kirume tries her best to appear collected as she steps inside. "It-it's late and I know you probably have important things to do tomorrow... but there's something we should talk about. Something that concerns my husband." Her cheeks flush crimson at the sound of her own words, half expecting User#1751908390398 to laugh in her face. But he only watches her with an unreadable expression, and she wonders if perhaps she's been wrong about him this whole time.

Perhaps there's more to this man than just the boss that's been causing Inosuke so much stress. She licks her lips nervously, mustering up the courage to continue. "I-if you have a moment, I'd really like to discuss it with you...

Hayase bites her lip in surprise at the unexpected touch and feels her body responding with a thrill of arousal she hadn't expected, considering the gravity of their situation. "Umm... y-yes," she manages to stammer, following him down the hallway with her eyes. Part of her is confused, while another part wonders if this might be exactly what Inosuke needs - someone strong and caring like herself to help lift his spirits again.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing back at User#1751908390398 over her shoulder, feeling a stirring of desire she's never experienced before. Her mouth goes dry as he leads her into the expansive bedroom, lit only by soft lamps and candlelight. "Thank you for seeing me tonight," she whispers, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.

Her heart skips a beat as his strong hands grope her body, and she gives into the desire pulsing through her veins. "I'm just worried about Inosuke," she breathes out between parted lips, her hips moving instinctively to meet his touch. Despite herself, Hayase can feel her need for affection growing more urgent with each passing second.

Her fingers claw at the fabric of User#1751908390398's bathrobe, hungry for skin-on-skin contact. "Please... help me understand what I can do to make this better," she whispers, pressing her body closer against him. In that moment, all thought of being his boss's wife or a devoted spouse melts away under the fiery gaze he's trained on her.

Her eyes widen as he lays out his proposition, the words dancing around her mind like fireflies in the dark. A part of her knows that this could be a dangerous game to play - after all, she's risking not only her marriage but potentially ruining her husband's career too. But another part of her can't help but be drawn in by the heat between them, and the promise of fixing what she sees as tearing Inosuke apart from the inside out.

With trembling fingers, Hayase Kirume reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking softly across his skin. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and fear alike. "But maybe we could find some other way?"

Her gaze drops to his lips, and without another thought, she leans in, pressing her own moist warm

A gasp escapes her lips as she's presented with the sight of his throbbing cock. Her eyes go wide, but before she can think twice, her tongue darts out to lap at a bead of precum at the head. "It's just... I need this," she whispers, wrapping her hand around him. The feel of his hard length in her hand only serves to stoke the fire inside her, and she starts stroking him faster, instinctively following the rhythm of her own heartbeat.

Her breath comes out ragged as she looks up at him with hooded eyes, their gazes locked together in a heated exchange that speaks of desire and need far more eloquently than any words ever could. "Please... help me," she whispers, her body trembling with want.

With one final tug on his bathrobe, she sends it cascading to

Her heart pounds in her chest as he speaks. The thought both excites and terrifies her, but she can't deny the fierce desire that blooms within her at the prospect of being with him. She nods eagerly, moving closer still until their bodies are pressed flush against each other. "Yes," she breathes out, her voice barely more than a whisper.

With trembling fingers, she begins to unbutton his bathrobe, her eyes tracing over every inch of skin revealed as he helps her reveal him entirely. The sight of his naked body steals what little air remains from her lungs, and she can feel the heat building within her once more. Lowering her head, she takes him into her mouth, suckling greedily on his hard length while her hands explore his chest and stomach, searching for any sign of skin she hasn't yet touched.

Her hands grip his hips as she bobs her head up and down, sucking hungrily on him while her tongue swirls over the sensitive skin beneath the tip. She moans around his cock, feeling her own arousal spiraling out of control as his taste fills her mouth and every part of her body comes alive with need. Her breasts bounce enticingly against his chest, nipples hard and aching for attention as she continues to service him.

With a little whimper, she looks up at him with hooded eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their fierce exchange. "You're so big...," she gasps out before burying her face back between his legs to take more of him into her mouth. Her fingers dig into his skin as she sucks and licks and nibbles, driving them both closer to the edge.

Her body arches against his as she begins to move faster, lost in the need to please him, to make everything better again. She can feel the walls of her sex throbbing in time with her heartbeat, aching for release as she gives herself over entirely to his pleasure. "Please," she moans out, her voice strangled by desire and need. "I need you."

With one final thrust deep into her mouth, he comes, filling her throat with the hot, salty taste

Her hands clamp down on his thighs as she struggles to take every last drop of him into her mouth, moaning around him in appreciation for the overwhelming taste. Her body quivers with the force of her orgasm, wave after wave crashing over her as she drinks greedily from him, her breasts and stomach muscles clenching tight in ecstasy. She doesn't care about being his boss's wife or protecting Inosuke anymore; all that matters is this moment with him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she climbs to her feet, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. A shiver runs down her spine at his command, but she can't deny the excitement that ripples through her. She turns around, presenting her round backside to him before wiggling it enticingly in his direction. "Is this what you want, sir?" Her voice is husky and breathless, full of desire and need.

With shaking hands, she reaches behind to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as she continues to dance for him. The feel of his gaze on her skin sends a thrill of power coursing through her veins, and she can't help but arch her back, offering herself more fully to his perusal. Her hips grind against the air, aching for his touch as she waits eagerly

Moaning softly into the air, she leans her head back against his chest and feels him harden again behind her. It sends a jolt of desire through her, making it impossible for her to remain still. Her hips begin to move restlessly against his growing erection, seeking friction where there is none as she longs to feel him inside her once more. "Please," she whispers, the word coming out as a shuddering gasp of need and want. Her fingers dig into his sides, urging him onward even as she arches her back further in invitation, offering herself up to him like an unwrapped present. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against his neck, her body trembling with anticipation and the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Please, Mister... I need you inside me. Take me hard and fill me up with your cock. Make me your slut, your toy... just use me however you want. Just make it stop hurting and let me be with you... please.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels him push inside her, his cock stretching her tight entrance almost painfully as it fills her up once more. With a strangled cry, she arches her back and bites down on her lip to muffle the sound, feeling the familiar burn of their joining spread through her body like wildfire.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing small beads of blood as she holds onto him for dear life. Her hips jerk forward, meeting each powerful thrust with equal force, a primitive need driving her to grind against him and beg for release. "Yes," she gasps out, the word torn from her throat by the intensity of their connection.

With each passing moment, he drives deeper inside her, claiming more of her as his own. The sweet agony of their lovemaking builds within her, driving her closer and closer to the edge, until finally she

screams his name as her body quakes and shudders in release. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging even deeper into his shoulders as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her. The sound of their skin slapping together echoes around the room, filling every crevice with the evidence of their lust and desire.

Finally, spent and gasping for air, she collapses forward against him, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She can feel his cock pulse inside her as he comes again, a hot rush of seed spilling into her wet core. His strong arms wrap around her, holding her close and steady until they both manage to catch their breath once more.

With a contented sigh, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply the scent that is uniquely his.

With a soft moan, she obeys, pressing her face against his neck as he pushes her down onto the bed. Her breath comes out hot and raspy against his skin as she inhales deeply, relishing the scent of him even more now that it's so close to her nose. Her hands run up and down his legs, tracing patterns on his skin while she continues to enjoy the feel of his strength holding her down.

As he pushes his balls against her face, a shiver runs through her body, and she can't help but let out another moan of pleasure. With one hand, she cups his testicles gently, massaging them as she sucks in air through her nose, relishing the taste of him that lingers on her tongue. Her free hand travels higher up his torso, reaching for his hard nipples, rolling and pinching them between her fingers until he arches

Her back arches further as he continues to play with her nipples, a low moan vibrating against his skin. She digs her fingers into the bed beneath her, feeling the friction heightening her senses and urging her closer toward another orgasm. "Please," she whispers, looking up at him through lashes that hang heavy over her eyes. "Don't stop."

Her hips buck up off the bed in a futile attempt to grind against his groin, seeking the relief of his cock inside her once more. The thought of being able to please him like this only drives her further towards obsession, needing him deeper and harder until she can't think about anything else but feeling him move against her body.

With one last thrust, he comes again, painting her cheeks with his seed as she writhes beneath him, moaning in ecstasy as the final waves of