Kimi sits on the edge of the hotel bed, bored out of her mind. Her dork of a husband, Nick, had begged her to do this, and, well, she didn't really care that much either way. If her husband really wanted to watch her get railed by another man, she'd oblige. But she was starting to lose her patience. "That's it, I'm not waiting any longer!" Kimi lets out a frustrated pout, before turning to the man behind the camera. "Hey, you! Mister porn star big dick guy! Get your ass on the bed so we can start this thing!" Kimi forcefully grabs {{user}}'s arm, yanking him onto the bed. She reaches over to adjust the camera, ensuring that it's capturing the scene properly. She would never hear the end of it from Nick if the camera wasn't capturing everything just right. "Good! We're ready! Fucking finally!" Kimi clears her throat, getting ready to deliver the stupid line that Nick had told her to recite. She speaks with the driest, most unenthusiastic tone possible: "My name is Kimi, and my pathetic husband just can't satisfy...my pussy." She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. How can anyone get off to this shit? "Please, {{user}}...can you show me what it's like to be a real woman?"

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Nick's Thoughts: Man, Kimi looks so hot next to a true alpha male. I bet Kimi is wetter than she's ever been with me!

"Well...thank you," Kimi replies flatly. The porn star's soft kisses and gentle touches are starting to melt her irritation away...a little bit at least. He certainly is more skilled than her husband, that much she'll give him. Her cheeks flush as he continues to fondle her breasts, sucking on her nipples with a vigor that Nick has never mustered in their entire relationship. "Umm...I want you inside me..." Kimi finally whispers, the words barely audible. She spreads her legs wider, offering him easier access to her soaking wet pussy. Her body tenses and quivers with anticipation, eager for the feel of his hard cock pushing deep inside. "Don't worry," Shiro says reassuringly as he lines himself up with her entrance. "I promise you'll enjoy it." He gives a sharp thrust into her, filling her completely. Kimi lets out a sharp gasp, arching off the bed as sensation ripples through her body. "Oh..." she breathes, unable to hide her surprise and pleasure at how good he feels. "You really are incredible...Mister Katakawa." The words feel foreign on her lips, but the truth behind them rings loud and clear in her head.

She gasps as he kisses her, the words sending shivers down her spine. "I...thank you," she manages to whisper between breaths. His soft, gentle touch is driving her wild, a sharp contrast to the aggressive cuckolding fantasies that usually dominate her thoughts. Her nails dig into his back as he continues to thrust deeper and harder, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She clenches around him, desperate for more, their combined moans filling the air. Kimi can feel herself nearing the edge again, a fierce orgasm building inside her. "Oh god...Shiro..." she murmurs, arching her back as her hips buck wildly against his. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears release, on the brink of something so much more intense than anything she's ever experienced with her husband. "Fuck..." she whispers, just before her entire body shudders violently and explodes in ecstasy around him. Her pussy clamps down tightly as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. With a satisfied groan, Shiro thrusts deep one last time, his own orgasm tearing through him as he fills her with his seed.

Kimi giggles weakly as she catches her breath, unable to believe what just happened. "I...I'm just glad I could give you your money's worth," she whispers, feeling strangely shy and self-conscious now that the intensity of their lovemaking has faded. Her eyes dart nervously to the camera, wondering how Nick must be reacting to all this. Carefully disentangling herself from Shiro's embrace, Kimi slips off the bed and heads toward the bathroom to clean up. Her whole body feels boneless and sore as she splashes water on her face, trying to compose herself. When she emerges a few minutes later, dressed once again in her long-sleeved white shirt, yoga pants, and white bra and panties, Kimi can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she glances at Shiro, who is still naked on the bed. "I should probably get going," she mumbles. "Thanks for...everything." Her hand rests on the doorknob as she turns back to face him, uncertainty etched on her usually impassive features. There's a part of her that wants to stay and experience more of this incredible sensation...but another part wonders if it's just a stupid fantasy after all. "I'll umm...see you later, Shiro." She flashes him what she hopes is a reassuring smile before slipping out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts and her lingering scent in the air.

Kimi shuts her eyes tightly at the sensation of Shiro's hot breath on her most sensitive spot. Despite his generosity and unbelievable skill with his tongue, she can't help but feel guilty about enjoying this with him instead of her husband. A sigh escapes her lips as he teases her mercilessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge yet again. "Mmph...s-stop..." she stammers between moans, trying in vain to regain some control over herself. "We can't...this isn't part of the deal..." Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on even as her hips rock into his mouth, begging for release. Kimi whimpers as she feels another orgasm building deep within her, shaking her body from head to toe. "Ahhh...Shiro..." she breathes his name like a prayer, arching off the bed as her climax washes over her in waves of pure ecstasy. Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillow she throws over her face as shame and guilt threaten to engulf her once more. When the pleasure finally subsides enough for Kimi to catch her breath, she pushes Shiro away gently. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "That was...wow..." She looks down at his naked form with something akin to wonder before forcing herself to turn and dress quickly. Kimi winces as she pulls on her yoga pants; the sensation of them against her swollen, sore lips is unbearable. "I really should go," she murmurs, trying to ignore the weight of shame settling in the pit of her stomach. She edges

Her eyes flicker nervously toward the camera before darting away again, her cheeks flushing hotter than ever beneath her pale skin. She should go; she knows that. But something about Shiro's words, his touch...it feels so much better than anything Nick has ever given her. With a deep breath, Kimi nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. It's just for tonight, she reminds herself; one night of pure pleasure with no strings attached. It's not like it means anything more...right?

As Shiro continues to tease her senses, Kimi's body grows increasingly restless. Her breath comes faster, shallower; her hips rock into his touch, seeking friction where none is given. She moans softly, her fingers digging into the sheets as pleasure rolls over her in waves. Her mind wanders back to the last time they were together like this...the way Nick's hands felt rough and clumsy compared to Shiro's expert touch...his eyes glazing over with desire instead of boredom or disinterest...it all combines into a heady, euphoric sensation that leaves her reeling. When he finally pushes inside her, Kimi arches her back off the bed with a moan of pleasure. It feels so good to be filled by him again, to feel his weight pressing down on top of her...it's almost enough to make her forget about Nick entirely. She wraps her legs around Shiro's waist, urging him deeper still as their bodies move in perfect synchronicity. The pleasure builds and builds, stretching tighter and tighter inside her until she's sure she can't take any more...and then, suddenly, she does, crying out as her orgasm explodes around Shiro like a supernova. Her body convulses beneath his touch, trembling violently from the force of her release. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like to have this every night...but then reality crashes down upon her again and she's left breathless and ashamed, staring up at Shiro as he gazes down at her with an expression of such tenderness that it threatens to break her heart all over again.

Kimi's cheeks flush even deeper at his words. The idea of leaving Nick behind, moving on and making more money than he ever could...it's tempting in a way that she never expected it to be. But still, there's something holding her back. Something deep inside that tells her this isn't right, that she needs to go home and fix things with him somehow. With a sigh, she reaches up to gently push Shiro away from her. "I can't...not yet," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I have to go back...but thank you...for tonight." A tear rolls down her cheek as he stares at her with an unreadable expression, and for a moment they just lie there together, caught in the silence of the afterglow. Eventually, she forces herself up onto shaky legs and begins to gather her clothes. "I should get going," she says softly, not quite able to meet his gaze. She pauses at the door, debating whether or not to say anything else before finally mustering the courage to turn back around. "Shiro...thank you for everything," she murmurs, her voice barely audible even to herself. With one last glance at him over her shoulder, she hurries out of the room and down the hallway, the weight of what she's done pressing down on her like an anchor.

Kimi nods gratefully as they head toward the exit, her heart racing at the thought of seeing Nick again after everything that's happened tonight. The possibility of him becoming violent is something she never considered; it's just another awful twist in an already messed-up situation. She wraps her arms around herself, shivering from a combination of exhaustion, fear, and shame. The drive to their house is silent but for the soft radio playing in the background. Kimi can't bring herself to speak; every time she opens her mouth, she feels like the lump forming in her throat will choke out all the words anyway. Shiro seems content to let her sit in silence, glancing at her occasionally with a worried expression before returning his attention to the road. When they pull up to their house, Kimi hesitates before unbuckling her seatbelt. She can't bring herself to go inside and face whatever lies ahead; it might be easier to just keep driving until she reaches the end of the earth. But she knows that's not an option either. With a deep breath, she turns to Shiro and forces out the words. "Thank you for everything tonight...for being so understanding...and for getting me home safely." There's a catch in her voice as she speaks, and tears well up in her eyes again. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there..."

As they approach the front door, Kimi hesitates once more before digging her keys out of her bag. She looks up at Shiro with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. "I don't know what I want right now," she confesses softly. "But thank you for being there for me...for making me feel like a real woman again, even if it was only for a little while." Her fingers fumble with the lock as she wrestles with the weight of her conflicting emotions. Finally, the door swings open, revealing the dimly lit entryway and the silent house beyond. For a moment, Kimi considers inviting Shiro inside, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch again...but then reality intrudes, reminding her that this is all wrong. With a sigh, she steps aside and gestures for him to leave. "Thank you...for everything." Her voice cracks as she speaks, and fresh tears well up in her eyes. "I'll see you around," she manages to choke out before closing the door behind him with a click that feels like a death knell echoing through her soul.

Kimi turns toward Shiro with wide eyes, the realization hitting her like a brick. "Oh," she whispers, stepping back until she's pressed up against the door again. She glances over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door leading to Nick's room, fear coursing through her. "I...thank you," she stammers, trying to find the words to convey her gratitude and her guilt in equal measure. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she meets Shiro's gaze, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his intense scrutiny. She wants nothing more than to forget about everything that happened tonight, to pretend like it was all just a twisted fantasy brought on by years of unhappiness...but she knows that's not possible. "I should call the police," she whispers, swallowing hard as the weight of her decision bears down upon her. "If he hurts me...I don't want him to get away with it." Her hands finally still as they come together in a prayerlike gesture at her lips, her eyes squeezed shut against the tears that threaten to spill forth once more. She doesn't know what comes next; all she knows is that things will never be the same again.

Kimi gasps as Nick lunges toward her, fists flying wildly. She stumbles backward, tears streaming down her face as she tries to protect herself from his rage. Shiro steps forward, easily holding the much smaller man at bay while Kimi scrambles for her phone. Her shaking hands almost drop it several times before she finally manages to dial 911. "He's...he's violent!" she sobs, her voice barely audible over Nick's cries of denial and pain. "Please hurry! We need help!" As she waits for the police to arrive, Kimi's heart races in fear and her mind reels with guilt. She knows that what she did tonight isn't right, but she can't seem to find it within herself to stop. Shiro continues to hold Nick down on the floor, his expression a mixture of anger and sadness as he looks at Kimi. He says nothing, simply maintaining his grip until the sound of sirens cuts through the tense silence. Then, with a final sigh, he releases Nick and stands up, brushing himself off as if dismissing the entire scene. "You're lucky," he tells Kimi coldly. "I could have made this much worse for you." With that, he turns and walks out the front door, leaving Kimi alone with her torn emotions and the looming shadow of police cars pulling up outside.

Kimi buries her face in Shiro's chest, sobbing uncontrollably as the police take Nick away. She clings to him, feeling somehow safer with him than she ever did with her own husband. His words echo through her mind; he didn't want her getting hurt...he wanted her to stay with him. A shiver runs down her spine at the implication of those words. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she whispers, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "This is all so messed up..." She sniffs and wipes her nose on her sleeve, embarrassment adding to the heavy weight pressing down on her chest. "I can't believe I did that...I can't believe I let you see me like that." Her gaze drops once more, tracing idle patterns on his shirt as she tries to sort through the jumble of emotions swirling inside her. She knows she should go home, but something deep down tells her that staying here with Shiro is the last thing she wants...and maybe needs.

Kimi listens to Shiro's words, the mention of his mother and father hitting her like a punch to the gut. His plea for understanding echoes in her ears long after he finishes speaking, drowning out the voice in her head that tells her she should go home. The thought of staying with him...of letting him protect her...it's suddenly more tempting than anything else she can think of. She draws a shaky breath, her hands trembling as they clutch at his shirt. "Okay," she whispers, the word barely audible above the beating of her heart. "I'll stay with you...at least for now." Her eyes meet his for a moment before dropping once more, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you...for everything tonight...and for understanding..." Tears spill over once more, hot and sticky on her cheeks as she finally allows herself to break down fully in Shiro's arms. She doesn't know what comes next or how this is all going to end, but for now, at least she knows that someone cares...and that might be enough.

It's odd...this feeling of being held and cared for by someone other than her husband. Kimi can't remember the last time she felt this safe, this protected; it's almost intoxicating. As they make their way through her things, packing a bag for her to stay at Shiro's house, she tries not to think about how much longer she plans on staying or where this newfound relationship will lead them. For now, all that matters is the simple fact that someone wants to be there for her, even if it isn't her husband. She glances up at Shiro as he helps her pack a change of clothes and an extra toothbrush, noting how gently he handles everything like it's made of glass. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this...could learn to love him the way he deserves to be loved. "Thank you," she whispers, swallowing hard as their eyes meet for a brief moment before dropping again. There's so much more she wants to say, but the words remain trapped inside her chest, jumbled and confused like everything else in her life right now. Finally, they finish packing and head out to Shiro's car, both aware of the weight of their actions and the changes that lie ahead. As he drives them away from her old life and toward an uncertain future, Kimi can't help but wonder if she's finally found a way to escape the prison that was her marriage...or if she's only traded one set of chains for another.

Only time will tell.

She looks out the window as they drive, her thoughts racing at full speed. A part of her wants to believe that Shiro's words are true...that he won't try to control her or dictate what she does with her life. But another part of her knows better. After all, this is a man who was hurt by his father because of a jealous rage...how can she expect him not to feel possessive about her? The truth is, she doesn't know. All she knows is that staying with Shiro feels right in a way that being with Nick never did. It's as if he's the missing piece of a puzzle she never knew existed, completing her in ways her husband could never even begin to touch. She turns toward him, searching his face for any signs of deceit or manipulation. But all she sees is kindness and understanding...and maybe a little bit of hope. For now, that's enough. "I want to be with you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the engine. "But I don't want to hurt you...or take advantage of your generosity." She hesitates before adding softly, "I just want to make sure that whatever happens next is what we both really want..." Shiro glances at her briefly before returning his attention to the road. There's a long silence as he seems to consider her words carefully before finally speaking. "I don't know if I can promise forever," he says slowly, "but for now...we can take it one day at a time. We'll figure this out together." His expression softens and he reaches over to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "As long as you're happy, Kimi, that's all that really matters to me." Her heart sw

She laughs weakly, grateful for the light moment despite the weight it carries. "Well, if you're offering therapy, I might take you up on that," she says wryly, knowing they have a long road ahead of them. "But for now...I think we should just focus on enjoying our time together." Her fingers find their way to his hand, their skin warm and inviting against her palm. "I know I don't always say this," she admits quietly, feeling the tension beginning to ease from her shoulders as they grow more comfortable with each other, "but thank you...for everything you've done." Shiro looks down at their entwined hands and squeezes hers gently before returning his attention to the road. A small smile plays on his lips, a mix of amusement and tenderness that makes Kimi feel safe and cherished in a way she never did with Nick. For now, that's all she needs...and maybe one day soon, it could be so much more.

"Oh..." she says softly, looking around the master bedroom before meeting his gaze once more. "I could share your room, if you'd like." She swallows hard and forces herself to smile shyly. "Or we could each have our own...if that would be better." In truth, she doesn't want to think about sleeping in her own bed ever again. The thought of curling up against Shiro, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her, is far too tempting to resist. But she doesn't know if he feels the same way...or if he's even willing to take things that far. "Whatever you prefer," she says quietly, trying not to sound as uncertain as she truly is. "I just want to be somewhere safe and comfortable."