[Before and After Training a Married Woman] (Complete)

Before and After:

Chapter 1

A Sunday afternoon, the streets of Aoyama were bathed in the soft spring sunlight, which shone

on three women sitting by the window in a café facing the street. They were all different in appearance, but all were strikingly

beautiful, attracting admiring glances not only from the men entering the café but also from those passing by.

"I'm so envious..." Ayako, who had been listening to Kyoko and Misuzu talk about work, suddenly spoke up.

"What?" Both of them looked surprised.

"Because... you two are both so active."

"Really? How could that be?"

"Yes, we're just venting about work to each other."

Indeed, that was what they were talking about, but even so, Ayako felt

envious.

The three were best friends from their school days, now twenty-eight years old. Kyoko was

a madam , Misuzu was an announcer for a local television station, both were still single, only Ayako was married and

a housewife. All three came from wealthy families and attended prestigious women's universities known for their high proportion of daughters from respectable backgrounds. Their

personalities, like their appearances, were vastly different, and their life experiences varied greatly.

Kyoko, with her straightforward and somewhat masculine personality, was passionate about theater from her student days. After graduating,

she joined a theater troupe and even married a male member, but they divorced a year later. Her former side job of performing arts

became her main profession. Meiling, perhaps due to her profession, looked younger than her actual age. She

had a carefree personality since her student days, often saying she wanted to find a rich man to marry quickly for a comfortable life, but

as a broadcaster, she remains single.

Ayako, the most feminine of the three in appearance and personality, was the opposite of Meiling in her student days, hoping

to become an office worker. While Kyoko and Meiling both had relationships with men, Ayako had none of those scandals

—but she wasn't unpopular; in fact, she was more popular with men than the other two. It's probably best to call it personality

. Ayako in her student days was the complete opposite of her appearance; she had an aura that kept men at bay, coupled with a high opinion of herself

and a cautious, timid demeanor towards the opposite sex—so the other two said she was a woman who hated men.

Ayako, with such a personality, married after less than two years of working life; while Misuzu, who had a strong desire to marry,

became of working woman Ayako had hoped for—it can only be described as fate.

"By the way," Kyoko said, looking at Ayako's face, "Ayako, you've seemed really down since we met today.

Did something happen?"

"Really, I seem listless," Misuzu nodded in agreement.

"I didn't... but..."

"But what?"

"At least not a cheerful expression. Did you argue with your husband?"

"Or is he having an affair?"

"You two, stop guessing." Ayako was confused by the barrage of questions. "It's not like

what you're saying. We've been married for five years and haven't argued once."

Kyoko and Misuzu exchanged glances, then bowed respectfully, saying, "Wow,

that's truly enviable!"

"Ugh, that's not what I meant. But isn't such a couple a little strange?"

"But he's so gentle!"

"Even so..."

"What else? Does his gentleness make you sad?"

"Kyoko, stop joking." "

But, Ayako, isn't this just creating unnecessary trouble for yourself?" Kyoko picked up a cigarette,

lit it , exhaled a puff of smoke, and then, looking at Ayako's face, tentatively asked, "Is he having an affair?"

"This... I don't know..."

"You sound like you don't care."

"But suspicions like this never end, and I don't like that."

"Ayako, did you let him have an affair just because you didn't notice?" Meiling asked in surprise.

"What's there to say about letting him have an affair? It's just something I couldn't help!"

"Oh! I didn't expect Ayako to be so open-minded... Is this also a product of five years of marriage?"

"After five years of marriage, does Ayako crave a little excitement? I have a club and can't

accompany her, but Meiling can spare some time to occasionally take Ayako out for a stroll!"

"Yeah, Ayako probably doesn't hate men as much as before, right? Even if she cheats once or twice, it's

not surprising."

"Right, a woman's time to be popular with men isn't very long, so enjoy it while you can!"

"Ugh, you're all talking nonsense. You're the kind of friends who are just bad influences!" Ayako

glared at her two still-laughing friends.

Of course, at that moment, Kyoko never

dreamed would have such an unexpected result.

Chapter 1 Dangerous Signs

(1)

"Twenty-eight years old...but still quite charming..." Ayako thought to herself, standing in front of the mirror at the sink, looking at

her naked body.

Indeed, she had no excess fat; even disregarding biased opinions, she could still be described as having

a beautiful figure, unlike a mother with a son in kindergarten. Her breasts were of moderate size and shape,

even the nipples still had a mature color, standing upright, indicating they were ready to be enjoyed;

her waist was slender, and her hips, though larger after childbirth, hadn't damaged her figure, but were even more

sexy than before, making even Ayako herself feel intoxicated; and on her lower abdomen, there was a radiant beauty displaying the deep sensuality of a mature woman

.

As Ayako examined her naked body, a lewd atmosphere suddenly arose within her,

a sweet, hot, itchy sensation spreading from her groin to the inner thighs. Ayako thought: No wonder, such a mature

body has been idle for two or three months.

Under these circumstances, even though sexual activity with her husband wasn't completely absent, she felt an urgent

need . However, her husband, who runs an advertising agency, is not only a workaholic, but also believes that he can sacrifice

his family , so he will definitely not come home until late at night.

As Ayako entered the shower, she was already aroused by the water droplets hitting her breasts, buttocks, and thighs.

Standing in the bathtub, leaning against the wall, she boldly placed one foot on the edge of the tub, her fingers

parting her labia under her pubic hair, directing the showerhead directly at her.

The water droplets hitting her vulva, her sensitive clitoris and vaginal opening, felt like being caressed. "Ah...ah..."

The pleasure surging through her body made Ayako moan involuntarily, her knees trembling involuntarily. A sweet,

tingling sensation spread from deep within her uterus to her back. "Ugh..." The feeling of orgasm made Ayako writhe involuntarily, and she quickly climaxed

.

After showering in the lingering afterglow of languid pleasure, as she lathered herself with soap, she couldn't help but recall the unexpected incident with

Kyoko .

-- A month after Ayako met Kyoko and Misuzu at the café facing Aoyama Street.

On this day, Ayako went shopping in Ginza and stopped by Kyoko's apartment in Akasaka. It was already 2 PM on Sunday afternoon

, but Kyoko seemed to have been in bed just a moment ago, still wearing her pajamas.

"Sorry to bother you so suddenly..."

"It's alright, you're not a guest I need to specially entertain."

"Did you come home very late last night?"

"Almost. It's always like that."

"You must be tired?"

"Yes! Unlike you, no one feeds me."

While they talked in the living room and kitchen, Kyoko made coffee and returned to the living room.

"But you have your easy side too."

"I heard from Misuzu that Ayako is actually Cinderella."

Hearing Kyoko say this, Ayako could only smile wryly.

Since their last meeting, Misuzu had taken her out for nighttime strolls a few times, and also to bars or discos. But unlike

the single Misuzu, Ayako was married, so she made a rule that she should be home by midnight at the latest.

This prompted Meiling to tease her, "You're like Cinderella, but since you're married, you should be called Cinderella's

wife! How was it? Did the night out have fun?"

Hearing Kyoko's question, Ayako took a sip of coffee and said, "It was alright, it seemed to add some variety to my life..."

"But, Ayako, when you met Meiling last time, didn't you have something else you wanted to say?

I'm not saying life is boring, but I have a bigger problem."

"A problem?"

"To put it bluntly, it's about sex."

Ayako was quite surprised by Kyoko's keen intuition.

"Looks like I'm right."

"Why...?"

"I can tell. It's not about arguing with your spouse, nor is it about your husband having an affair, and you can't bring yourself to talk about it,

so it must be this."

"..."

"You're being too polite... Can't you even tell me?" Ayako didn't know how to answer. At this moment, Kyoko

came to Ayako's side, who was sitting on the sofa, put her hand on Ayako's shoulder, and gently urged, "

It's not good to worry alone, you should talk about it!" Ayako still hesitated.

Ayako's husband, Tachibana, wasn't entirely unrelated to Kyoko. Tachibana was originally

a guest at Kyoko's club, and it was Kyoko who introduced them at a party, leading to their marriage. Tachibana

fell in love with Ayako at first sight, and through Kyoko, he expressed his feelings. Then came Tachibana's forceful

dating Ayako seemingly forced into marriage. Thinking that Kyoko would understand matters between men and women…

Ayako finally revealed her unspeakable secret.

For about a year, Ayako and her husband's sex life had been limited to once every two or three months. Of course,

this was different from the beginning of their marriage. Back then, when her husband made advances, the foreplay was incredibly meticulous, almost

like licking her entire body with passion. But since he almost stopped making sexual advances, the foreplay had become perfunctory, and

during intercourse, Ayako realized her husband had no interest whatsoever; sometimes, his

penis . Ayako felt intense humiliation and dissatisfaction, but she couldn't vent her frustration on her apologetic husband.

In this situation, her husband once made a bizarre request of Ayako: that she verbally

abuse him mercilessly and stomp on his shrunken penis. Ayako was shocked, and seeing her husband's despicable expression filled her with

disgust, making it impossible for her to agree.

"I see. He must have wanted Ayako to abuse him," Kyoko said, a look of

sympathy face. "Perhaps we can't be sure if he's a masochist, but there are definitely

men like that in this world."

Her husband was a masochist! Ayako herself had this suspicion, but she was unwilling to admit it. Now that even Kyoko

thought so, she had no choice but to accept it.

At this moment, Kyoko whispered in Ayako's ear, "Speaking of which, to turn such a charming wife into

someone sexually frustrated, your husband is truly a sinner."

"Kyoko..." Ayako was both surprised and embarrassed.

Kyoko took Ayako's hand, rubbing the base of her fingers with her own, while her other hand caressed

the thigh exposed from her miniskirt. "Women can also find ways to satisfy their desires." Intentionally stroking Ayako's

thigh upwards, Kyoko gave a strange smile. "Come with me!"

"But..." Ayako hesitated, and Kyoko placed her finger on Ayako's lips, signaling her to be

quiet lips, caressed them with her finger, and then cupped her cheeks with both hands, gently

pressing her lips to Ayako's.

For some reason, Ayako couldn't refuse, and the moment their soft lips touched, her whole body instantly heated up,

experiencing an excitement completely different from kissing a man. When Kyoko's tongue entered, Ayako seemed to be seduced and

her tongue intertwined with hers. Their tongues frantically intertwined, and Kyoko's hands gently kneaded Ayako's breasts. Ayako

couldn't help but let out a sweet nasal sound, and under Kyoko's guidance, she also caressed Kyoko's breasts... When their lips parted, Ayako

was too ashamed to lift her head.

"Shall we take a shower together?" Kyoko said softly. "It's been so many years since we last showered together

."

Hearing Kyoko's cheerful voice, Ayako dared to raise her head. "Ever since the three of us, Misuzu and I, traveled together during our student days

..."

"Yeah...it's been a long time. I really want to see Ayako naked as a wife."

"Kyoko, you're so annoying." The two looked at each other and laughed.

Urged by Kyoko, Ayako stood up from the sofa. Seeing the spring sunshine

streaming , she felt a surge of excitement, a contrast to her earlier aversion. She felt her body heat up and followed Kyoko

into the bathroom.

After they both undressed, Kyoko gazed at Ayako's body and said, "Your body is as

beautiful , even more sexy. Even I, a woman, find it attractive; I almost want to bite it."

"Ugh, stop staring at me. Kyoko, your figure is exactly the same as in your school days, it hasn't

changed at all."

Their compliments weren't flattery; both women genuinely possessed excellent figures and almost translucent

white skin. If there was any difference, it was that Ayako's hips were fuller than Kyoko's.

"We're already naked, so don't be shy, okay?"

Seeing the bright smile on Kyoko's face, Ayako obediently nodded.

Kyoko turned on the shower, and hot water poured over the two naked women like an open umbrella. Ayako

was then embraced and kissed by Kyoko. Ayako let Kyoko do as she pleased. With her eyes closed, for some reason, she seemed to see beautiful

sunlight, her body as if in a dream. Ayako even willingly slipped her tongue into Kyoko's mouth, wishing this

beautiful dream would never end. Their smooth skin attracted each other, pressing tightly together. The hot water on their burning

bodies felt incredibly comfortable.

Kyoko lightly kissed Ayako's neck and earlobes, then had Ayako turn around and embrace her from behind. "So

smooth…it's really…" she whispered in Ayako's ear, cupping her breasts in her hands from behind.

Feeling Kyoko's hot breath and the caress of her soft tongue against her ear, and feeling her breasts being kneaded,

Ayako felt as if her bones were melting. Her breathing became rapid. Feeling Kyoko's breasts pressed against her back, and the stimulation of her pubic hair on her

buttocks , she felt an unusual excitement, dizziness, and could barely stand.

At this moment, Kyoko's hand moved to Ayako's lower abdomen, gently stroking her pubic hair, her fingers slipping into her mysterious crevice

. Ayako couldn't help but arch her back, a jolt of electric pleasure making her tremble. Kyoko's fingers

caressed , finding the most sensitive clitoris, where she skillfully circled and caressed it.

"Ugh...no..."

"Ayako, look how overflowing you are..."

"Don't say anything..." Ayako's voice was a little hoarse, and she pressed down on Kyoko

's hands with her own, as if she was very distressed. If she let her continue to caress her like this, she might really not be able to stand up.

"It seems like you have a lot of unsatisfied desire."

"Because..."

"Don't say anything, leave everything to me." Kyoko smiled and wanted to lather Ayako's body with soap, but Ayako

lathered herself with soap instead, so Kyoko had no choice but to let her wash herself.

After rinsing off the soap in the shower, Kyoko turned the shower on Ayako and said mysteriously,

"Showering is wonderful." At the same time, she spread her legs and let the water run down to her crotch. "Ah...ugh..." Excited moans echoed in

the bathroom , and Kyoko's upturned face showed a distressed expression.

"Ayako, I'll do it for you too." While Ayako was still hesitating, the showerhead was already at her crotch, the hot water hitting her

flesh and petals, bringing out a sweet ticklish sensation. "No...no..." Ayako trembled and

squatted down as if she had fallen.

"You're so sensitive, no wonder you're sexually unsatisfied." Kyoko laughed and picked up Ayako: "Now let's two women

go to bed and enjoy ourselves!" Kyoko's lips were close to Ayako's ear as she whispered, then she gently bit Ayako's earlobe.

"Ah..." Ayako's body trembled suddenly, and she couldn't help but hug Kyoko tightly.

(2)

After putting on her bathrobe, Ayako sat down at the vanity and started putting on makeup. Before showering... Her husband called again at 7:30 pm

tonight . Every time, their son Yusuke answered the phone. Yusuke

would report what happened at kindergarten that day to his father, say goodnight, and then go to sleep. This had become a routine.

Her husband called at the same time every day because he wanted to hear his only son's voice, not to talk to Ayako

about anything. Her husband's concern for Ayako had noticeably changed since Yusuke's birth. It wasn't indifference,

but it felt secondary. If it were simply a matter of liking the child, there might be nothing to say, but Ayako couldn't

shake the feeling . Ayako believed that children are children, and couples have their own way of showing affection.

While answering the phone in Yusuke's place, her husband continued talking about their son: "I heard Yusuke

won ."

"Probably."

"My athletic ability is terrible, probably because of your genes!"

"Really…"

"Whatever, winning first place is a good thing." Her husband, who loved children, seemed very happy. "What

are you doing tonight…?"

"Oh, I have a client appointment tonight, and then I might have to entertain, it'll probably be very late!"

"Really…"

"It's for work, there's no way around it. I'll still try to find a way this Sunday night, I can't let Yusuke

say I'm a liar. Okay…" Her husband hung up the phone after saying that.

This Sunday, they decided to go to Disneyland as a family, something they hadn't been

able . 'Yusuke is important, but what should I do?' Ayako, holding the phone receiver, felt

a surge of dissatisfaction. It was understandable that she was working, and she didn't want to complain—at least she had that understanding. But

she couldn't just think of Yusuke; she should consider her wife's feelings and be more understanding.

While putting on makeup, Ayako thought about her husband's call and recalled the scene with Kyoko a few days ago.

Lying on her back on the bed, Ayako placed her hands on her chest, one leg bent and pressed tightly against the other, concealing her

lower abdomen. "Let me do everything..." Kyoko whispered, then pressed her body against Ayako's. Both were naked

, and after a light kiss, Kyoko slipped her tongue into Ayako's mouth.

Ayako felt no aversion to kissing another woman; on the contrary, she felt a mysterious

sense of inversion, so excited that she could hardly breathe. Initially, their kiss was a tentative exploration of each other's tongues, but it gradually grew

more passionate, soon becoming a greedy, fervent, deep kiss. Then Kyoko assumed a quadrupedal position, straddling

Ayako. As their nipples rubbed together, she twisted her upper body, creating a subtle friction between their nipples.

"Ah..." An unbearable tickling sensation made Ayako involuntarily moan, arching her chest. That was more...

The man's caresses were gentler and more delicate, and the nipples, rubbing against each other, quickly became erect, accompanied by a burning ,

intense itching sensation. "Ah...more..." Ayako couldn't help but thrust her chest forward, crying out inwardly.

Kyoko seemed to have noticed this, pressing her breasts closer together and continuing to sway her upper body. Aroused by

intense sensuality, Ayako's breathing became rapid.

At this moment, Kyoko licked her nipples from top to bottom with her tongue, "Oh..." Ayako's body suddenly

jerked . Kyoko's tongue circled the erect nipples, licking them while her fingers pinched the other nipple in the same motion.

"Ah...ah..." Ayako's head tilted back, and Kyoko alternately sucked on the nipples in her mouth or

flicked them with the tip of her tongue. At this moment, Ayako couldn't help but twist her lower body, and her breathing seemed to be difficult.

Kyoko's body gradually moved downwards, as if caressing Ayako's curves with her hands and lips... Ayako,

of course, noticed her intentions. Her already aggrieved nakedness seemed to ignite a raging fire. "No..."

The words that reached her lips were swallowed back. Kyoko's face pressed against Ayako's lower abdomen. "No..." This time, she

still didn't say it. Completely contrary to her thoughts and physical needs, Ayako gripped the sheets tightly, closed her eyes, and

turned her face away.

"Squeak..." Kyoko's tongue slipped between the petals, and Ayako's body trembled.

As her upper body arched back, she began to pant. Kyoko's tongue found the clitoris and gently licked it with a touch that was almost imperceptible,

sometimes flicking it lightly. Ayako's body was already arched, unable to bear the intense pleasure any longer. She let out a sobbing

moan, and her lower body rose and fell like waves.

Kyoko didn't force Ayako to spread her legs, but waited for Ayako to do so on her own... At this moment,

the sweet sensation in her inner thighs continued to spread, and Ayako also felt the urge to spread her legs. So, when Kyoko's hands touched

her legs, Ayako boldly and proactively spread her legs.

Kyoko's tongue moved incessantly, gradually becoming aggressive. Because they were of the same sex, she could fully understand

a woman's erogenous zones, the varying intensity of stimulation, and the subtle movements of her tongue around the clitoris, licking,

flicking, or rotating it.

After a period of intense activity, when her tongue began to rub the clitoris forcefully, Ayako almost

came . At this moment, Ayako, after a spasm, sobbed as if reaching the peak of her sensuality, simultaneously welcoming her orgasm.

"You came, didn't you?" Kyoko asked, changing the position of her body to 69.

Kyoko's secret parts were fully displayed on Ayako's face, the slightly parted petals revealing a bright red

slit, and the reddish-brown petals were completely wet. Kyoko licked Ayako's vulva again, reigniting the flames that had

already her body. Ayako, as if seduced, also extended her tongue to lick Kyoko's opening.

"Ah...again..." Ayako sobbed, arching her back and trembling. Kyoko then stopped using her tongue, pressing

her hips against Ayako's lips. Demanding the use of her tongue, Ayako relentlessly extended her tongue to lick the vulva. "Ah

...Ayako...that's so good..." Kyoko, unable to resist, licked Ayako's labia again.

In these acts of oral sex, Ayako always came first. After several such encounters, Kyoko finally let out

a moan , reaching her first orgasm. Before this, Ayako had climaxed countless times…

Kyoko lifted her body, looking down at Ayako, who was still in the afterglow and whose body was still convulsing: “How was it?

Did you get a little satisfaction? But, there’s no end to what women do.” Kyoko’s

face lit up with excitement as she gently stroked Ayako’s breasts down to her lower abdomen with her fingers. When she reached the wet opening,

she inserted her fingers for the first time. “Mmm…” A strong pleasure spread throughout Ayako’s body.

Kyoko’s fingers moved around inside the hot, itchy opening, and Ayako’s breathing quickened, and she couldn’t help but

whimper . Kyoko’s fingertips rubbed against the cervix, arousing intense arousal, and Ayako couldn’t help but writhe her hips wantonly

.

“Is it good?”

“Good…good…ah…there…harder…” Ayako, who was being played with by Kyoko’s finger and kept

writhing her hips, quickly reached another climax of arousal. “I can’t take it anymore…I’m going to climax…I’m going to climax…”

She let out a trembling sob, and her whole body convulsed.

Kyoko giggled, "Still wriggling!" Kyoko's fingers were still inserted inside Ayako's vagina.

"Ugh...no..."

After pulling her fingers out of Ayako's shameful genitals, Kyoko parted her labia to show Ayako, "

How is it? My clitoris is pretty good, isn't it?" Before this, Ayako hadn't had the composure to look, but now

she was shocked. Her erect clitoris, just as Kyoko had said, was the size of the first joint of her little finger.

Kyoko parted Ayako's legs, bringing their genitals together, and they rubbed their hips together. The

friction and Ayako's clitoris produced a numbing pleasure. The two embraced each other, rubbing their clitoris together,

reaching orgasm countless times.

After endless homosexual activity, they lay wearily side by side on the bed,

the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the lace curtains almost fading away.

"Ayako, your body is even more sensual than I imagined."

"How can you call me sensual…?"

"Don't you think men are better?"

"Kyoko, what do you think?"

"Well… I still think men are better."

"Oh… but I didn't expect Kyoko to have homosexual tendencies."

"I don't have that kind of inclination, I just want to seduce a sexually frustrated married woman."

"Really! I thought you were experienced." Ayako glared at Kyoko with an still-excited expression.

At this moment, Kyoko chuckled, turned around, took a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it with a lighter,

and then turned back to Ayako, saying, "Do you want to play around with a man other than your husband?"

"What did you say?" Because it was so abrupt and unexpected, Ayako was surprised: "You want me

to have an affair ?"

"You don't want to?"

"But…"

"If I say this, Ayako will definitely say she can't do it. But, you don't

care ? Can you live in a state of constant sexual dissatisfaction?"

"This…" The series of questions left Ayako speechless.

"If that's what you're looking for, leave the men to me. I'll introduce you to someone without any problems."

"Man. Don't worry!" Kyoko smiled mysteriously and flicked her finger on her still-recovering nipple .

"Ah..." Ayako hummed and arched her back. The sweet pleasure from her nipple

traveled her clitoris, and she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together.

(3)

After finishing her makeup, Ayako began to prepare to go out. This time, she decided to wear particularly sexy lingerie, a black

half-cup bra and matching bikini bottoms, both of which were embroidered and luxurious silk fabrics.

The design of the bottoms was a butterfly-shaped design that she would not normally wear. Then she put on black trousers and

fastened them with a waistband.

Her husband had never seen her wearing this kind of lingerie before. She could feel the thrill of going out at night without telling her husband and

son. Regardless of whether there would be an affair, she was also looking forward to the secret adventure. The dress was

a sexy cut that showed off her body curves. She wore a short coat on top and then quietly opened Yusuke's door. He was probably

tired from playing during the day and was already asleep. While putting on her shoes in the entryway, Ayako suddenly remembered Meiling's

comment about being like Cinderella.

Tonight, Ayako and Meiling were meeting at a lounge. Meiling arrived first and

waved . Ayako was confused as she approached Meiling. Previously, Meiling had always come alone, but

this time Meiling had a companion—a middle-aged man dressed in a similar, youthful style.

"It's alright," Meiling said shyly, "This is Ayako; this is Mr. Kitamura, our director

." Meiling introduced Ayako and Kitamura. From Meiling's expression, Ayako immediately knew their

relationship wasn't ordinary.

Ayako sat down next to them on a bench. Meiling and Kitamura both drank cocktails, and Ayako ordered the same

.

"We were just talking about you," Meiling said, glancing at Kitamura.

"Anyway, Meiling won't say anything good about me, will she!" Ayako glared at Meiling.

"Oh...so you mean you have the same idea?"

"Well...you'll have to guess..."

Kitamura quickly interrupted the two women's conversation: "I heard that Miss Ayako was very

popular with men since her school days."

"But Ayako was very strange back then, as if she didn't care about any men. Of course, I don't know

what she was thinking..."

Hearing Meiling say this, Kitamura asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, she actually doesn't dislike men. Getting married so soon is the best proof!" "

I see. But, it seems like half of it is your jealousy, right?"

"What jealousy...that's too much..." Meiling glared at Kitamura in a high-pitched voice.

"But..." Kitamura looked at Ayako, who was smiling, with an approving gaze, and said,

" Turning such a charming wife into a 'Cinderella,' I really don't understand what your husband means by that

." Ayako was a little unhappy to find that even this kind of thing was being discussed.

"Things lose their appeal once they've got them, maybe all men are like that!" Meiling looked at Kitamura and said, as if she

was getting revenge for what he had just said.

"Things seem to be getting out of hand." Kitamura smiled wryly, getting off his high stool and leaving his seat as if fleeing the worst

possible , probably to go to the restroom.

"You're really something!"

Hearing Ayako's comment, Misuzu gave a mysterious smile, raising her glass as if to say, "Did you figure it out

?"

"What do you think of him?"

"He seems quite nice!" Ayako thought to herself, "Not my type..." But she still

praised her friend's lover; Misuzu must have wanted the same answer.

"Is he single?"

"He has a wife and two children... that's his relationship." This explained

the meaning of Misuzu and Kitamura's conversation.

"But are you serious about him?"

"It's hard to say... half of it is natural, and the other half I'm not sure myself." Misuzu laughed self-

deprecatingly .

Ayako thought she was bluffing; Misuzu was likely more serious than the married Kitamura. At that moment, Ayako

saw Kitamura return from the restroom and tactfully said to Misuzu, "It's okay..."

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you next time." Misuzu apologized, unable to hide the joy on her face. She took

Kitamura's hand, said "I'm sorry" again, and left the lounge with him.

Alone, Ayako suddenly felt uneasy, and it wasn't appropriate for a woman to drink in such a place.

If she were with Misuzu as usual, she wouldn't have cared, appropriately dealing with the men who made small talk.

And if their appearance was within her acceptable range, she would even imagine what kind of sexual acts they might perform,

enjoying the thrill of adventure in her fantasies.

Although it was just fantasy, such bold fantasies were something the old Ayako would never have had. Whether a woman

naturally becomes like this at twenty-eight, or if it's because of her husband... is unknown. However, since

Yusuke's birth, it's clear that the quality of Ayako's libido has changed. Simply put, she's become greedy,

wanting sex with greater pleasure... It's not surprising that she occasionally experiences desires that confuse her,

perhaps due to unmet needs from her husband.

Ayako thought, "I'll just go home like this tonight!" However, because of Misuzu and Kitamura's relationship, she also

felt a strange excitement. "Misuzu and Kitamura will probably just go straight to the hotel..." Thinking this, coupled with

the alcohol, she felt a burning sensation within her.

At that moment, she felt a gaze upon her, the gaze coming from a man sitting two high

stools . He was about thirty years old, with a neat hairstyle and suit, and an unremarkable

appearance, typical of a typical office worker from a top-tier company. Ayako made this judgment after just one glance,

and decided to ignore him because she didn't like this type of man.

Just then, the bartender took away Ayako's almost empty glass and brought her another of

the same drinks without her ordering, saying, "It was a gift from that customer." Surprised, she looked at the man, who smiled

and raised his beer glass, making a toasting gesture to Ayako.

Accepting the toast felt too frivolous, while completely ignoring him seemed petty. Ayako was conflicted.

Confused, she simply nodded slightly, expressing her acceptance firmly.

At that moment, based on Ayako's reaction, the man approached her. "May I have a drink

with ?" Contrary to his bold action, he spoke in a very polite tone.

His approach didn't appeal to Ayako. Ignoring the man sitting next to her, she seemed

to have overheard his conversation with Meiling and said to Ayako again, "You must be Miss Ayako? My name is Mitamura." Ayako

glanced at the man, as if to say, 'So what?'

"'Lady Cinderella' is a very romantic term!"

"Romantic…" This was the first time Ayako had spoken.

"Yes. This is the first time I've heard of this. But, judging from the Cinderella story, it implies that married women attending balls or

night out have a limited time to return home, and must rush home by a certain time,

right?"

"Why is that considered romantic?"

"In a limited time, you never know what might happen... Don't you think there's romance here

?"

Ayako felt his explanation was too far-fetched: "Maybe. Something like this might happen... but can it be considered

romantic ?"

"Romantic is just the beginning." Ayako's sarcastic tone seemed to have no effect on the man. Ayako

couldn't help but feel disgusted and instead wanted to challenge the man: "Then I'd like to ask you,

what kind of romance will follow?"

"Leave that to me, I definitely won't let you get bored."

"You seem very confident, but there are still very boring men in bed." Ayako was somewhat

drunk and said something that even surprised herself.

"Don't worry about that, I think I'll definitely give you an experience you've never had before."

Ayako hesitated. At this moment, the man's gaze towards Ayako held a light he hadn't shown before, a fierce

look that reminded Ayako of the radiance a man exudes at the peak of sexual pleasure. In reality, Ayako had never seen a man look like that 　　before

, but she didn't know why she had this association. When she had this thought, images of Misuzu and Kitamura making love in bed appeared in her mind ,

making her feel lightheaded, hot all over, and experiencing an itchy sensation in her lower body, which confused

Ayako herself. === ... === 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Inside the iron cage, on the bed… in the spacious area in front, there was an obstetrics and gynecology examination table, and a terrifying-looking wooden horse wrapped in black leather. On the walls were large mirrors, an X-shaped gallows, and ropes or whips. 　　“This is…” 　　“A room for sadistic games. I don’t know if Miss Ayako has any experience, but you’ve at least heard of sadistic games, right?” Mitamura pulled the bewildered Ayako into his arms and whispered. 　　“What sadistic games? I don’t have that kind of fetish.” Out of fear and disgust, Ayako shook off Mitamura ’s hand. 　　“It seems like this is your first time, so I said I’d let you experience what I’ve been through.” Mitamura was different from before ; a rough smile appeared on his face, and his tone changed: “It’s a game, a game more stimulating than regular sex, a game that fully utilizes both the body and the mind.” 　　Ayako saw Mitamura take down the horse-riding object hanging on the wall with a whip and felt terrified. She immediately ran , but Mitamura blocked her way. 　　"What do you want? Get out of the way, or I'll scream!" 　　"Go ahead. This is a sadist's room. Even if a sound escapes, everyone here will think it's just noise." Mitamura said with a victor's tone, "Now that you know, start taking off your clothes!" 　　"No!" 　　"You need to know that once you enter this room, you are a slave, and I am the master. What punishments will a slave receive for disobeying the master's orders? If you don't know, I can teach you." Mitamura slapped his , smiling smugly. 　　"No!" 　　"Then obediently obey my orders!" 　　If it were voluntary, it would be understandable, but being seen as a slave and ordered to take off clothes was simply humiliating. Ayako glared at Mitamura, but immediately lowered her head, regret and unease making her feel depressed and panicked. 　　"Hurry up!" Mitamura roared, while cracking the riding crop. The riding crop made a terrifying sound , and Ayako trembled all over. 　　"Aren't you afraid the 'Cinderella Lady' deadline has passed?" Mitamura pointed out Ayako's weakness. 　　Coming home late wasn't just a concern for her husband; what if Yusuke woke up to use the bathroom and found Ayako gone…? And this wasn't a safe place to go home. If she refused his demands, she might be whipped, forced to undress , and raped. 　　'To suffer such humiliation, it's better to leave this man with his abnormal sexual predilections sooner… but that requires obeying him first.' Thinking of this, an almost nauseating disgust arose within Ayako, and she hesitated. 　　"What's wrong with you? Don't you care about the deadline? In that case, let's have some fun all night!"

"No..." Ayako was forced to make a decision, turning her body away from Mitamura as she took off her short coat. As she

pulled at the hem of her dress, she saw the mirror diagonally in front of her. Ayako felt a surge of rage, for Mitamura was looking at his

reflection, smiling at her. Ayako had no choice but to turn her face away.

Only then did she realize Mitamura's intentions. He hadn't physically forced her to undress; he wanted her to perform

a striptease, as evidenced by his lewd smile. Thinking this, her hands

trembled with shame as she pulled up her dress, her whole body burning with humiliation.

As she removed the dress amidst intense shame, she heard Mitamura whistle: "So beautiful! Doesn't

look like a married woman..." He then excitedly added, "Your lingerie is beautiful, and your figure is superb." She never imagined

that sexy lingerie could please a man in this way.

When her burning body felt Mitamura's gaze, a sense of disgust sent shivers down Ayako's spine.

"The bra is unnecessary." Mitamura quickly unhooked Ayako's bra from behind. As Ayako hurriedly covered

her chest with her hands , the bra was pulled down.

"Ah..." Mitamura grabbed Ayako's hands, which were covering her chest, and forcibly pulled them away. He then handcuffed

her wrists, and then her other hand...

"No! Don't!" With her hands cuffed in front of her, still trying to cover her chest, Mitamura

pulled down to a chain with hooks hanging from the ceiling. He hooked the chain onto the handcuffs and then used a pulley to

hoist Ayako's hands up.

"No... Ah..." Ayako's body straightened, the tips of her high heels barely touching the ground. Of course,

she couldn't cover her breasts; her still-fresh nipples stood erect and pointed upwards. As she twisted her body in distress, her breasts

bounced.

"What a beautiful body. Your husband doesn't seem to understand the wonders of this body."

Ayako herself might have seen her own body, because there was a large wall mirror in front of her. Her naked body, with her hands hanging above her head

, was covered only by black panties, garter belts, stockings, and high heels. She hurriedly bent one

leg and wiggled her hips to avoid revealing her pubic hair through the transparent panties.

"Your panties are really sexy," Mitamura said, grabbing Ayako's breasts from behind. "It would

be a shame ..." He whispered in Ayako's ear, then tickled her neck and earlobes with his lips and tongue,

while his hands continued to knead her full breasts.

Ayako shook her head frantically, her breathing becoming erratic, and a sweet ripple of pleasure

spread through her body. Mitamura's actions seemed rough, but they were not. He skillfully kneaded the sensitive areas of her breasts,

constantly playing with her nipples with his fingers. Her breasts quickly hardened, her nipples protruding from the engorgement, and

a numbing, sweet sensation spread through her lower body. She could no longer hide her lower abdomen with just one leg.

Mitamura pinched and twisted Ayako's erect nipples, the intense itching sensation sending a jolt through her uterus. Ayako

began to pant, her body trembling as if in spasms.

"Oh... I can see pubic hair..."

"No..." Ayako twisted her hips, but the panties reflecting her dark pubic hair in the mirror were

undeniably sexy. At that moment, Ayako gasped again, a strong electric current

shooting through her as Mitamura's erection pressed against her buttocks , causing a tingling sensation in her uterus. 　　Suddenly, Mitamura grabbed the front of the panties and pulled them upwards forcefully. "Ah..." Ayako panicked , desperately arching her back. 　　"Look!" 　　"No, no!" Ayako shook her head. Now, the front of the panties had become a thin strip, deeply embedded in her flesh, revealing pubic hair on both sides. 　　"Look... look..." Mitamura continued to pull the panties upwards with elasticity. 　　"Ah...no...ah..." The panties, now resembling a strap, began to stretch and rub against her vulva, causing Ayako to involuntarily writhe her hips lasciviously to Mitamura's rhythm. 　　"Does writhing your hips mean you don't want it? Of course, you don't need the panties anymore." Mitamura said, pulling Ayako's panties off her feet. 　　Ayako's breathing quickened as she writh her hips while looking in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed, not only from shame , but also from Mitamura's forceful hand inside her thighs. 　　"No!" 　　"Strange? What's this?" 　　"Don't do this..." 　　"You say no, but you're already so wet." Mitamura whispered lewdly in Ayako's ear, and Ayako just shook her head. 　　The man's fingers made a "squeaking" sound as they rubbed against her vulva, and Ayako couldn't help but writhe her hips in pain. The man's fingers suddenly slipped into her flower bud. "Ah..." Ayako gasped, but in that instant, a real surge of pleasure welled up, and her lower body trembled as if she had a chill. 　　"Oh... so tight, and it's drawing you in... you seem very thirsty!" Mitamura said blatantly , his fingers beginning to thrust in and out, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the top of her vagina, the tips touching her cervix. 　　Ayako could no longer remain silent, letting out excited moans, writhing . Ayako herself could no longer control herself from doing so. 　　"Can't take it anymore?" 　　"No... ah..." 　　"You keep saying no, but why are you writhing your hips like this? This means you want my fingers to thrust in and out !" 　　"No... no... ah..." Why was this man playing with a woman while saying such lewd things? ...Although Ayako felt disgusted, she couldn't keep herself calm. 　　"Your body is already very honest, only your words aren't honest enough." After stroking Ayako's writhing buttocks slapped them two or three times with his palm. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(2) 　　"This buttocks is really unbearable..." Mitamura said, pulling his fingers out of Ayako's vagina and picking up a leather whip to lash her buttocks. 　　"Oh... don't hit me..." Ayako was terrified and desperately writhed her buttocks. 　　Mitamura aimed at such buttocks and lashed the leather whip continuously. The sound of the whip hitting her buttocks was mixed with a sound that was indistinguishable as a groan or a sigh. Ayako could no longer speak normally. When she tried to beg for mercy during the intervals between the whippings, she was whipped before she could even open her mouth. Red welts immediately appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks, and her slender waist and plump buttocks were not

She writhed in pain.

Ayako's hands were still handcuffed, her body limp, her weight resting on them. Her chest rose and fell with each

breath her buttocks, whipped by the leather whip, felt hot… but unlike the pain, it was a ticklish

sensuality that surged within her, causing her to involuntarily writh.

The whipping of her buttocks produced a similar pleasure; Ayako found this sensation incredible.

Then, through the wall mirror, she checked on Mitamura's movements. Mitamura had taken off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. His body was completely

free of excess fat. Ayako's eyes were drawn to the front of his underwear, where it was bulging high, almost bursting

out .

Even as she struggled to breathe, seeing Mitamura's exposed penis after removing his underwear, Ayako

trembled , momentarily having the illusion of a snake raising its head. His penis, more than just thick, appeared

erect and pointed upwards, the dilated glans gleaming with a reddish-black sheen. 'It's nothing compared to my husband's. If that

thing were inserted, thrusting and churning inside me…' Just thinking about it made her womb feel hot,

and her body began to tremble.

'You're a married woman, and you're still so curious about men's things?' Seeing Mitamura's

smile , Ayako quickly turned her face away. He seemed to know Ayako was watching, perhaps deliberately letting her see.

'Instead of saying you're curious, you probably want this thing, right?' As if reading Ayako's mind,

Mitamura teased her.

'Don't talk nonsense…' Her face remained turned to the side, but Ayako still felt embarrassed.

'There's no need to be polite here. Just say it frankly, 'Please let me suck my master's penis!' '

…' Ayako could hardly believe what Mitamura was saying; even if it was a joke, it was too much.

'Can't you say it?'

'Of course I can…' Ayako stared at him nervously, but Mitamura not only didn't care, but

also wore a smug smile.

"Really? I thought you'd ask me the same thing."

"Ask? Me? Don't be ridiculous..." Ayako was so angry that she could calmly observe

him, but with her body suspended, she couldn't speak on equal footing, and she couldn't help but feel regret.

"Alright, but you'll find out soon enough." Mitamura gave a meaningful smile and left Ayako,

entering what was probably a bathroom.

'What is he going to do?' Ayako looked at herself in the mirror again, feeling uneasy. In the hotel's torture chamber-like

room , her naked body with her hands suspended, she was completely

different from the person she had been drinking with Meiling not long ago.

'This is how my first time cheating is going to be...' Just as she was regretting it, she saw Mitamura return, but

for some reason, he was holding a razor.

"Now you should ask for sucking, right?" After saying that, Mitamura placed the razor on Ayako's lower abdomen

and said, "Otherwise, I'll just have to shave all the hair here."

"This..." Ayako was speechless.

"Then it will be hard for you to explain to your husband, won't it?"

"No...you're so despicable!"

"Despicable? I don't mean to take advantage of a married woman's weakness. I just think it looks

good . The question is whether you want to suck it."

"I don't want anything!" Even her husband, who rarely asked Ayako for sex, couldn't guarantee he wouldn't.

If her husband saw her bare lower abdomen...

"Please, stop fooling around."

Seeing Ayako begin to plead, Mitamura smiled smugly: "Your first request should be

to suck my thing."

"No!...Ah...wait!" Ayako said hurriedly, because Mitamura had already started shaving, and

two or three pubic hairs fell to the ground.

"So? Do you want to shave, or do you want to suck?"

"That's too much...don't shave..." Ayako lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"So you want to suck it?" Mitamura lifted Ayako's face with his hand.

"No..." Ayako shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of Mitamura's hand. At this moment, the whip lashed her buttocks.

"Ah...stop hitting me..." Ayako pleaded desperately in fear.

"You're such a nuisance. If you don't want to shave, you'll have to suck. Isn't that right?" Ayako turned her face

away and nodded slightly; she had no other choice.

"It should have been done long ago." Mitamura then released Ayako's hands, making her kneel down on the spot, and thrusting his penis

in front of her, demanding that she say those words.

"Please let me...suck..." Ayako lowered her head, her voice trembling with humiliation.

"That's not all, is it? Don't be so smug, just say it all!"

"I can't remember anymore." "

Then I'll teach you one more time. But if you don't say it, I'll shave you." After this intimidation, Mitamura

repeated the words that disgusted Ayako.

Ayako felt her mind was going crazy, but she couldn't escape it. She closed her eyes and forced herself to say

, "Please let me suck my master's penis..."

"Okay. Begin!" Mitamura's penis was no longer as erect as before. Ayako, with her handcuffed hands

, took it into her mouth in despair and began to tease it with her tongue.

Ayako rarely did this with her husband, not because she disliked it, but because he never asked her to. Ayako

herself didn't dislike it; when she sucked or licked it, feeling the penis become more erect and powerful, she

would feel even more pleasure in her genitals.

'But, that can't happen now, it shouldn't...' Although she thought this, as she felt

Mitamura's penis swell and become more erect, her body, contrary to her will, began to feel aroused. At this

moment, Mitamura's body recoiled.

"Perhaps it's because your husband's upbringing isn't good. As a married woman, you haven't done a very good job. It's just that the expression and passion of this beautiful

wife holding a penis in her mouth are commendable. You actually enjoy sucking like this, don't you?"

Ayako had to look away from the saliva-covered, glistening penis in front of her,

feeling embarrassed by his words and unwilling to let him see her obvious excitement.

"The more a woman enjoys sucking penises, the more lustful and masochistic she tends to be. It seems you are one of those

people."

"Don't say that..."

Just as she was feeling confused, Mitamura took a dog collar and put it around Ayako's neck. Then, holding the chain on the collar,

he used a leather whip to drive her. Like a slave, she was led to lie down on a "T"-shaped platform, her hands and feet

completely .

"I don't want this!" Spreading her legs was already shameful enough, but there was a mirror in front of the platform, reflecting her crotch

completely . "No...no..." Her legs were spread to about 160 degrees, and her upper body was raised

to 45 degrees because there was a turntable on the platform to adjust the angle of her legs and upper body.

Ayako felt a fire burning inside her. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know what position she was in, and she wished she could disappear into a

hole in the ground.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?" Mitamura began to rub her breasts. "You can see everything, ca

n't you ?" Mitamura said, reaching towards Ayako's crotch.

Affected by the man's hand moving, Ayako, who was looking in the mirror, immediately turned her face away.

"I want to see!" Mitamura commanded, and Ayako shook her head desperately.

"You have to see!" Mitamura grabbed her pubic hair and pulled hard. "Ouch..." Ayako screamed as

she looked, overwhelmed by shame and feeling dizzy.

Her eyes were wide open, the petals adorned with pubic hair were fully open, and she could see a wet, pinkish-glowing

opening.

Mitamura's hand suddenly pulled the petals apart: "What's this?"

"No!" Ayako's voice trembled.

As Mitamura's fingers pulled the petals apart, he also stroked her clitoris: "A married woman can't possibly not know this

name ." Although Ayako felt intensely aroused, she still shook her head vigorously.

Mitamura began to threaten her with shaving. Ayako knew, of course, but she had never said such a thing to her husband.

"Tell me! What's this called?"

"This... vulva..." Ayako murmured in a dreamlike voice, her whole body enveloped in a fiery sense of shame and unusual

excitement .

"Your vulva is starting to itch from wanting a man!" Mitamura said deliberately, then inserted his finger into

her clitoris. "Do you miss my penis?" he said, rotating his finger around her cervix.

"Ah...already..." Her buttocks writhed involuntarily, and the intense sensuality and Mitamura's incantation-like words

finally caused Ayako's rationality to crumble: "Um...use your...come on..."

"Do you want me to insert it?" Ayako, nodding with an aroused expression, no longer hesitated, but just wanted to do that thing

quickly and get pleasure...

Mitamura gently rubbed his erect glans against her vulva.

"Don't make me anxious...please..."

"Madam...you're really amazing...you're just a bitch in heat." Mitamura was surprised by Ayako's reckless writhing of her buttocks

and continued to rub his glans against her clitoris and vulva.

"You have to say that you'll insert my penis into your vagina."

"Ah...use your penis..." Ayako said as Mitamura said, and at the same time felt herself going

crazy with excitement. The lewd words she had never said before took effect like an aphrodisiac. If it were now,

she could , and even wanted to become more lewd.

(3)

At this moment, Mitamura inserted it. As he penetrated, Ayako felt an almost

melting, itchy sensation in her lower body.

Mitamura began to slowly thrust in and out. "Look!" he said, lifting Ayako's body to about ninety degrees,

showing her what lay beneath him. Ayako stared wide-eyed at the smoldering penis,

moving in and out of her wet, fleshy opening like a piston.

"Ah...it's inside..." Ayako's voice trembled.

"What's inside?"

"Yours..."

"I told you, don't be so smug. What exactly is inside me?"

"Your...penis...inside my vagina..." Ayako was overwhelmed with excitement, sobbing,

"Ah...good..." Each time Mitamura penetrated, she felt breathless, her body filled with pleasure. As he pressed

against her cervix and twisted, her body felt a melting sensation, and she couldn't help but sob.

When his penis withdrew, the swollen glans created a powerful friction, an electric-like pleasure causing Ayako's entire body to spasm.

Seeing this, Mitamura thrust in again violently, sending Ayako's pleasure rushing to her head, forcing her to reach orgasm.

"Ah...no...I'm going to cum...I'm cumming..." Ayako cried as she reached orgasm, then cummed

repeatedly , or rather, she was brought to cum by Mitamura.

Ayako herself had already cummed countless times, and then, as Mitamura thrust violently, making Ayako feel like her body was about to

explode, Mitamura began to ejaculate. Ayako, who hadn't felt this way in a long time, surged to the peak of orgasm again.

*** *** *** ***

A week later, Ayako held the business card Mitamura had given her, hesitating before the phone.

That night, Mitamura handed the business card to Ayako, saying, "I want to see you again, please give me a call!"

The business card indeed bore the name of the top-tier company Ayako had guessed.

Mitamura, who had treated Ayako like a slave, returned to his usual amiable tone after the game, his attitude softening

, as if to prove that what he had said was just a game. A week later, there wasn't a particular

reason. If it hadn't been a week, Ayako was afraid the other person would think she was rushing things. Was Ayako already impatient?

Also she wanted it to be on the same Friday, and this reason made Ayako wait a week.

Hesitating before the phone, Ayako's mind kept replaying the scene of their intercourse that night. For the past week, every

time she thought about it, Ayako's body burned with a fiery heat, even feeling an unbearable itch. Now

, fanned by the fire burning deep within her, Ayako slowly pressed the button. It was Mitamura himself who answered.

"This is Ayako…" She had thought about it many times before calling, but when she heard Mitamura's voice,

she felt ashamed and degrading, unable to speak.

"Is this Ms. Ayako?" Perhaps afraid of being overheard, Mitamura asked in a low, hurried voice

.

"Yes…"

"I've been waiting for your call."

Ayako's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Since you're calling, I really hope you can call sooner." Mitamura lowered his voice further, saying, "I'm

sorry, I can't see you."

The unexpected answer left Ayako speechless. "It's okay..." she said, quickly hanging up.

Ayako was in turmoil. She had assumed that if she called, Mitamura would readily agree. It was like a

slap in the face , a wave of self-loathing washing over her. "How could I have done something so shameless..." she thought, filled with regret and

humiliation, even angry at herself.

She stood there for what felt like an eternity before the phone rang. Composing herself

, she picked up the receiver. It was Kyoko calling.

"So? Did you decide what you said last time?"

"What?... "

"Really, it's about introducing you to a man! Someone insists on meeting you, the writer Uno

Kotaro. You've heard of him, haven't you?"

"Yeah..." Mentioning Uno Kotaro, although he wasn't a pornographic writer, his novels must have erotic

scenes. She had never met him in person, but she had read his erotic serializations in magazines.

"I mentioned you to him, and he said he absolutely had to meet you." Not only that, Kyoko had also decided on the time and place for Ayako and

Uno to meet.

"Kyoko, you can't do this, I haven't..."

Kyoko seemed to break through Ayako's confusion, continuing, "I know, but I'm not sure yet... You mean you

're still hesitating, right? This kind of thing isn't something you can decide just by thinking about it. Whether you want to try or not depends on whether you can

let go of this."

"This..."

"Hehe, Ayako, didn't you already have a history of this?" Kyoko laughed, pointing out Ayako's inner confusion. Ayako

thought Kyoko was referring to their lesbian relationship.

"You actually found a man in a bar, Ayako is quite remarkable!"

'Why does Kyoko know about Mitamura...' Ayako was surprised and flustered at the same time.

"The other person is Mr. Mitamura, right?"

"But... why..."

"He's my customer!" Kyoko said something that Ayako found hard to believe.

She actually told Mitamura about this to test whether Ayako would be seduced by a man, and then

found out the time and place of the meeting with Ayako from Misuzu. Misuzu, also aware of this, brought Kitamura, who was also a customer of

Kyoko's bar, to meet Ayako.

Such a result, that incident happened...

"Mr. Mitamura seems to be very satisfied with Ayako, which is why he gave you his business card. But I told him that the other party is

a married man, and we shouldn't get too involved. However, at that time, I didn't know if you would call him, but Ayako

, it's best not to get too involved with just one man. Mr. Mitamura seems to be still hung up on her, but in the past, I was the one who introduced

women to him, so he will listen to me." Not only that, Kyoko also knows about the relationship between Mr. Mitamura and Ayako

.

"I was wondering if it would be a big blow to you, and I also thought about calling you a week later. Just then

, I heard that you called him, so I called you immediately. Hehe, you probably can't forget what happened that

night right?"

Ayako felt that her secret had been exposed and felt flustered. Although everything was premeditated,

it was Ayako's own choice to accept Mr. Mitamura's temptation, so she couldn't be angry with Kyoko...

Chapter 3 The Pleasure of Bondage

(1)

Arriving at the hotel a little earlier than the agreed time, Ayako was still hesitating. Standing in front of the hotel, she

didn't have the courage to go in.

It was a warm and sunny spring afternoon, but contrary to the comfortable weather, Ayako was so nervous that she almost felt

nauseous. Just then, seeing a coffee shop on the other side of the road, Ayako suddenly felt thirsty and crossed the intersection

to enter. Sitting down by the window, she felt inexplicably relaxed.

Three days ago, Kyoko had told her about what had happened between Ayako and Mitamura on the phone, and then urged her

to date the erotic writer Uno Kotaro. At the time, Ayako neither agreed nor refused, but Kyoko seemed to think that if she agreed,

or rather, since Ayako had already had a relationship with Mitamura, she would inevitably agree to date Uno as well… After

agreeing on the time and place, she unilaterally hung up the phone.

Of course, Ayako could refuse afterward. For the past three days, Ayako hadn't done so,

just remained hesitant, and so, until today, she came here still in a state of indecision.

Ayako drank her coffee, looking out at the hotel on the other side of the road. There were automatic

doors on either side of the hotel entrance, and a revolving door in the middle; the door would rotate whenever someone entered or exited… Ayako stared blankly, imagining herself pushing

that door open and entering the hotel.

The revolving door… walking in and out repeatedly flashed through her mind.

This made her current hesitation seem less serious, more like a simple matter. Ayako stood

up, feeling the weight on her heart vanish, her mind blank.

Stepping out of the café, the gentle sunlight suddenly felt like summer, causing a slight dizziness. She crossed

the intersection again, reached the hotel, and pushed open the revolving door. In that instant, she tensed up, her heart

pounding , almost unable to stand. Looking around the hotel lobby, she felt every man and woman there

staring at her, and seeing right through her—that she was there to do *that* with a man. This thought made her

shrink back .

"Mr. Uno wears sunglasses and has a red handkerchief in his suit's breast pocket; he's easy to spot.

If you're not satisfied from a distance, leave immediately," Kyoko's words

flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Like Ayako with her dark brown sunglasses, she too was trying to avoid being seen. The man sat on a chair in the corner of

the lobby , reading a weekly magazine. When he glanced up, his eyes met Ayako's. He

seemed to notice immediately, a surprised expression appearing on his face behind his sunglasses.

He stood up and walked towards the elevator. This was what Kyoko had told her; if Ayako

was satisfied , she should follow him, and he should be waiting in the elevator.

He was middle-aged, with a serious yet reliable appearance. Ayako followed

him , and the feeling was different from when she first entered the hotel…

After the man entered the elevator, he opened the door and waited there. Ayako lowered her head slightly and stepped inside, her heart pounding almost uncontrollably.

Breathing was difficult. There were only two people in the elevator. The doors closed and it began to ascend. Ayako felt as if she were floating

in the air, experiencing slight dizziness.

"Was it Ms. Kyoko who introduced you?" the man asked.

"Yes..." Ayako's voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm Uno, nice to meet you."

Ayako nodded stiffly, having already agreed that she didn't need to reveal her name.

"I never imagined you were such a charming lady..." Uno's tone carried a genuine

surprise, not flattery. Ayako, of course, found it very pleasing to the ear, and the breathing difficulties caused by nervousness completely disappeared.

A married woman and a man she had just met, had only one encounter, and then broke up. Now, she

was about to commit illicit act she had never even dreamed of before... At this moment, Ayako recalled

her encounter with Mitamura, feeling as if it were all a dream, and a sense of anticipation began to rise within her.

The room was a double room.

As they sat down, Uno asked, "Want to shower?"

"I showered before coming out..." Ayako replied, her face flushing. It sounded like she

'd already decided to have sex.

"Let's have a drink!" Uno grabbed a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass. "To

have a happy time in the future..."

Ayako raised her glass, a little embarrassed.

"Honestly, when I heard about you from Ms. Kyoko, I became very interested in you." Uno

looked at Ayako with excitement. "A married woman is intriguing, and twenty-eight is

a great age. Besides, not talking about money is a good thing. It's not that I'm stingy, it just means you're genuinely

looking for pleasure with a man."

Ayako's cheeks burned again. Hearing him say that, she didn't know what expression to make.

Uno stood up and said, "Therefore, we might be compatible. Take off your clothes, I'll bring you a lot of

pleasure ." After saying this bluntly, Uno began to undress himself.

Ayako was at a loss. Although they were both seeking sexual pleasure, there should at least be some atmosphere.

Thinking this, she felt uncomfortable with the brightness of the room; the windows only had curtains.

"It's too bright here..." Ayako muttered to herself.

"Didn't I just say? If you're really looking for enjoyment, you shouldn't say things like that," Uno

retorted . Left with no other option, Ayako prepared to go to the bathroom to undress.

"No, you have to undress here," Uno wouldn't let her go to the bathroom. Ayako had no

choice but to turn her back to Uno and begin undressing on the spot. As

she removed , she felt Uno's keen gaze from behind, and her body trembled involuntarily. She took off her pantyhose, leaving only

her lace bikini bottoms, then removed her bra, which matched the bottoms, and covered her breasts with her hands.

"So beautiful, you have a very sexy body." Hearing Uno say this from behind, Ayako tensed

up . "Put your hands behind your back!" Uno grabbed Ayako's hands, which were on her chest, and twisted them behind her back.

"Why?" In a moment of confusion and panic, Ayako bumped her back against something rough. Turning around

, she saw it was a rope.

"No!" Ayako struggled desperately, but Uno wouldn't loosen his grip on her back. "

Why are you saying such things here?"

"That kind of thing... I don't want it..." Ayako still tried to resist.

"What do you mean you don't want it? Didn't you hear what Ms. Kyoko said?"

"What did she say?" "

So Ms. Kyoko didn't say anything. I thought you agreed to be tied up." Uno's tone softened,

saying something Ayako hadn't expected.

"I didn't hear her say anything... Please let go of my hands..."

"You've never been tied up before?"

"No! How could I..." Ayako felt embarrassed. She couldn't say yes, and there was no need to.

She hadn't expected Uno and Mitamura to share the same fetish; it was something she hadn't anticipated at all.

"Well, experiencing it once wouldn't be bad, would it?"

"No, don't do such weird things!"

"Do weird things? How interesting. It seems more worthwhile to tie her up. Tie her up right now and put on a show of a married woman

crying !" After saying that, Uno pushed Ayako down onto the bed, made her lie face down, straddled her,

and forced her hands behind her back, tying them with rope. Ayako resisted, but to no avail.

However, unlike Mitamura, Uno's treatment of her was almost like rape, which made Ayako feel humiliated, and

she blurted out, "If he dares to be rough with her, I'll sue him." However, Uno just smiled and dismissed it, thinking that she

was incapable of doing so now.

Uno was right; she was in a hotel room as a married woman with her lover, and whatever

happened there could not be made public. Only then did Ayako realize how naive she had been, and at the same time,

she resented Kyoko for not telling her beforehand that Uno had this abnormal fetish.

Ayako wanted to see Mitamura again, partly out of interest in his sadistic tendencies, but more importantly, because

he enjoyed sexual pleasure, which was what she had been hoping for. So, before meeting Uno, she had

somewhat anticipated what kind of sexual activity the author of those rape novels would engage in, but it was definitely not this kind of rape

scene. Ayako's expectations were dashed.

After Uno tied her hands, he turned her over so she was lying on her back, and then began to remove her panties.

He didn't pull them down all at once; it was as if she was enjoying writhing and resisting, slowly pulling them down,

torturing the bound woman slowly, beginning his rape… just like the rape scenes in Uno's novels. It turned out that the novel was

about him.

With her panties completely off, her body curled up like a shrimp, and Ayako felt disgusted. Uno grabbed Ayako

's ankles, tied them with rope to the foot of the bed, and then her other leg…

"No!" Ayako struggled desperately, but her legs were already spread to their limit, so there was no

room for resistance, and her legs began to tremble.

Uno stacked two pillows and placed them under Ayako's head. "Don't do this..." Ayako quickly turned

her face away and closed her eyes. There was a mirror directly in front of the bed, reflecting her spread legs. Although her eyes were closed, the scene she had just seen

was already imprinted on her mind, and her whole body felt hot as if it were on fire.

"Are you embarrassed?" Uno asked, seemingly amused by Ayako's expression. "You resent being tied up, don't you?

But this rope fulfills a woman's deepest, latent desires—the so-called 'rape desire.'"

'What a joke!' Ayako felt a surge of anger. 'He's so selfish, only saying things that are convenient for himself

. He's so contemptuous of women. And for a writer to say such things is incredibly arrogant.'

This thought

only amplified her sense of humiliation. Uno ignored Ayako's thoughts and continued, "However, very few

women . If anyone is, they're either mentally challenged or mentally ill. I'm talking about desires confined to the imagination.

The vast majority of women harbor such desires deep within, and this rope perfectly illustrates that."

Ayako's anger gradually turned to confusion. The thought of him speaking like this, observing her lewd body

, made her body burn with shame. No matter what she thought, she could feel the

burning . Although she was unconvinced, Uno's words strangely had a persuasive power...

(2)

"It's about time you opened your eyes and saw what your body was like!" Uno said in a victor's

tone , while grabbing her breasts with his hands.

"Ah...no..." Ayako thought she was saying that, but in reality she only gasped.

Her breasts were being kneaded in Uno's palms, but then his hands pinched her nipples and rotated them. The sweet

feeling that arose in her heart gradually spread to the root of her thighs, and Ayako couldn't help but twist her buttocks with Uno's movements.

Ayako opened her eyes and saw the man's hand moving down to her lower abdomen. "No!" Ayako twisted her buttocks to

refuse his hand, but this protest only made the other party happier. Ayako also knew this situation, and that futile

resistance would only make her more miserable, so she gave up resisting.

Uno's hand stroked her pubic hair, his fingers sliding down. Ayako twisted her waist slightly, her eyes unable to leave

his fingers. Uno's fingers deliberately traced the edge of her labia, saying, "You say no, but you're

soaking wet here."

"Ah..." In the mirror, her labia seemed to stretch out, revealing a pinkish cleft.

"Aren't you all wet here?"

"Don't say that..." Ayako's voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Judging from this, you have a very strong desire to be raped."

"No..." She wanted to argue, but felt her voice was too soft, and she was embarrassed by her body's

reaction .

Uno's fingers found her sensitive clitoris and began to caress it, a gesture that was anything but gentle,

almost rough. While playing with her clitoris, he also pinched her nipples, similarly with rough movements. But

Ayako felt a strong sensuality; a numbing, itchy sensation surged from her nipples and clitoris, then merged together,

causing her uterus to throb, and her sweating body involuntarily began to writhe.

"See? You just don't want to. Your nipples and clitoris are already hard and swollen," Uno mocked.

Ayako herself understood this situation.

At this moment, Uno changed his approach, gently stroking Ayako's erect nipples and swollen clitoris, occasionally

rotating them or flicking them with his fingertips. "Ah...ah..." Ayako let out a sexy moan, the intense pleasure causing

her body to writhe.

"Hehe, you're so sensitive! Is just touching the outside not enough?" Uno's fingers

caressed near her clitoris, and just as he was about to insert them into her vagina, he withdrew them.

"No...don't..." Ayako twisted her buttocks, her expression more of agitation than refusal.

"Look, your lower mouth wants to eat my finger, your lips have already turned inside out." After saying such

lewd words, he drew circles around the entrance of her vagina with his finger: "Oh, judging from this rough condition, you seem to have a rather good

vagina."

The man's fingers invaded her body, a melting, sweet sensation spreading through her. As Ayako's head tilted back, she couldn't help but

let out a sexy moan. His fingers writhed inside, rotating within the vaginal opening as they touched the cervix,

causing her lower body to undulate uncontrollably…

“Ah… I can’t take it…” A melting sensation began deep within her body, a feeling that nearly drove her mad.

While playing with her fingers, Uno pressed his genitals against Ayako’s face, his hard, erect penis brushing against

her cheek . “Ah…” As Ayako turned her face away, Uno grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her back

. The moment his hot penis touched her lips, Ayako tightly closed them. Uno didn’t continue, simply stroking Ayako’s

face , as if waiting for her to open her mouth and swallow it.

For Ayako, this was a first-time experience. For a moment, she felt nauseous, but on the other hand, she truly

felt the man’s body, becoming almost dizzy with excitement. With the man’s fingers continuing to move inside her, the

sensation made Ayako involuntarily open her mouth and take his penis in. As he playfully licked it with his tongue, Ayako

felt even more excited, almost instinctively moving the penis up and down in her mouth.

"Finally, you're getting this idea. Your face is so beautiful..." Uno said with a laugh.

The thought of him seeing her with his penis in her mouth sent a jolt through Ayako's mind,

almost making her faint. Moreover, Uno's fingers were still playing with her clitoris, causing Ayako to sob and

desperately twist her hips...

Soon after, Uno withdrew his penis and entered between Ayako's legs: "Do you want it?" Uno

held his penis, rubbing the glans against her labia.

"Ugh... ah... I already..." She nodded without hesitation, then twisted her hips with abandon.

"Already what? Tell me clearly. You need to let me know what you want to do there? I won't give it to you until

then ." Uno continued to twist and rub the glans against her labia, making Ayako impatient.

The scene with Mitamura flashed through Ayako's mind, bringing with it the same lewd excitement

: "There...put your...in there..."

"That won't do. If you want it, say: 'Please insert your penis into my lewd cunt and stir it

!'" Uno's request was even more lewd than Mitamura's, as he spoke, continuing to rub the head of his penis against her labia,

making lewd "squeak" sounds.

For Ayako now, everything was intensely stimulating, 'A man playing with his penis there...'

"And I even asked a man for something more shameless..." Thinking this, she experienced an intense pleasure akin to an orgasm, and

uttered it as if in a dream, following Uno's instructions.

At that moment, Uno thrust in suddenly, and in that instant, Ayako reached orgasm.

Uno began to move slowly, stirring inside her vagina as Ayako had instructed, while simultaneously thrusting repeatedly. Ayako

felt breathless and unable to make a sound; a sweet, melting sensation surged up like a tsunami.

She couldn't even tell if she was breathing, only opening her mouth to inhale air, reaching the peak of another orgasm.

In that instant, Uno's face, which seemed distant, gradually became clear; Uno was smiling as he

thrust. At this moment, Ayako was finally able to calmly experience the continuous orgasmic pleasure, and with Uno

's movements, the pleasure brought forth sobbing moans.

"It's so good. Every time you cum, you clench up, and when I thrust like this, the rough

part , and your whole vulva seems to be attracted. It's a wonderful vagina."

Uno started panting as he spoke, rubbing his penis against her hot vulva. The glans of his penis touched her cervix,

creating a strong stimulation. The itching sensation in her uterus began to spread, and pleasure surged throughout her body, not just her lower body.

"Ah... I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming..." Ayako cried out as she reached her climax, and everything

went black before her eyes.

When she woke up again, Ayako was in an even bolder position. Her knees were tied, and one end of the rope seemed to be tied to

the foot of the bed next to the pillow. Ayako's legs were spread in an M shape, and the pillow that was originally under her head was now placed under

her buttocks .

"It looks so good like this. I can even see your anus clearly." Hearing Uno say this, Ayako felt a new sense of

shame . She hadn't expected Uno's eyes to be looking at that part as well.

Uno's fingers were smeared with something like cream and then touched her clenched anus. Ayako panicked .

No one but herself had ever touched that place.

"No! Not there!"

"Judging from this, it's your first time touching your anus, isn't it?"

"No! I can't do that!" Ayako's voice was hoarse.

Uno's fingers gently rubbed her tightly clenched anus like a massage: "Hehe! It's starting

to move ."

"Ah...no..." Ayako felt a confused surprise, like being tickled, but her body couldn't

stay still—a strange feeling. She couldn't tighten her anus; it felt like being electrocuted, and she couldn't muster any strength to clench.

Just then, Uno's fingers invaded, twisting inside.

"Ugh...ah..." Her breathing became rapid, and she writhed her hips wantonly, the lewd feeling turning into

sensuality . Feeling she was losing herself, being pushed into a world of madness, Ayako was terrified: "I ca

n't ... I'll go crazy..."

Uno ignored Ayako's pleas, wanting her to go mad. He said, "I want you to experience

the feeling . Once you know what anal sex feels like, you'll be obsessed." Uno smiled and pulled his finger out of her anus.

"No... my ass will split open..."

"Don't worry, your anus is loose enough to receive a man's penis." Uno said nonchalantly

, taking out a condom, putting it on his penis, applying cream, and preparing to insert it.

Indeed, the sensation of being inserted into her anus caused excruciating pain, her whole body trembled, Ayako kept moaning,

her hair seemed to stand on end, and she was sweating profusely.

"It's in now, how does it feel to have your anus violated?" Uno wanted to start thrusting.

"Ah... I can't move!" Ayako's breathing was rapid, afraid of

what would happen to her when the penis thrust in and out; on the other hand, she felt a desire for the man to move violently and for her to be destroyed. Ayako herself didn't

understand which was her true need.

At that moment, Uno inserted his fingers into her vagina: "When you do this,

it feels like two men are raping you from both ends at the same time, right?"

"Ah...no...I'll die..." Ayako immediately became abnormally excited, her body

convulsing , and she instantly reached orgasm.

Uno began to thrust his penis in and out of her anus, his fingers rotating inside her vagina while rubbing her clitoris.

Before the afterglow of her orgasm had faded, a new wave of sensuality arrived, forcing Ayako to reach the peak of orgasm again, leaving her in a state of

continuous orgasm.

When Uno's fingers and penis finally left Ayako's body, she almost fainted.

"You have such a beautiful and elegant face, yet you're so lewd. Do you remember what you just said

?" Uno smiled as he looked at Ayako, who was still in the throes of pleasure. "I don't know..." Ayako turned her face away as if pouting, seemingly still remembering the lewd words

she had uttered in the storm of orgasm, as if in a dream . 　　"You forgot? I'll tell you! You said, 'I'm a really lecherous person,' or 'I love sex ,' and it sounded like you really meant it." 　　"Don't say it..." 　　Uno was right. 　　Enduring intense shame, Uno finally untied the ropes binding her, removed the condom, and thrust . He lifted Ayako's upper body, thrusting in and out while making her watch. Ayako opened her eyes to see her wet labia gripping his penis—a very lewd sight. The penis, glistening with nectar, emitted a moist sheen. 　　"Ah...good..." Her voice trembled with excitement, and Ayako involuntarily hugged Uno's body tightly. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　The next day, Kyoko called. 　　"Mr. Uno said that Ayako has a rather strong masochistic streak..." 　　"Kyoko, did he tell you everything?" 　　"I asked him." 　　"But that's too much, saying things like that... and you didn't even tell me about Mr. Uno beforehand ." 　　"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. But isn't it good for the outcome? Ayako herself has that kind of nature; if she's going to have an affair, isn't that kind of stimulation good?" 　　After Kyoko said this, Ayako couldn't complain anymore. 　　"In this regard, many of my shop's clients are quite unique. Ayako, as long as you're interested, I can introduce you to as many as I want." 　　"Honestly... if I talk to you like this, I'll be corrupted more and more."

"You've already embarked on this path."

Hearing Kyoko's laughter, Ayako couldn't help but smile bitterly.

From then on, she would have sex with men Kyoko introduced her to once or twice a month. Ayako herself

could hardly believe she had this latent personality, but once she shed her ladylike facade, she couldn't

stop herself. Whether it was just her or all women, Ayako herself didn't know...

However, she would never see the men she had sex with a second time. Initially, it was to avoid developing feelings,

but later Ayako felt that changing men each time brought fresh anticipation and excitement, believing that this brought her more

pleasure.

The men Kyoko introduced were, as Kyoko had said, mostly sadistic, and Ayako

became increasingly excited by that kind of stimulation. However, there were also men who didn't bondage but had strange fetishes.

One politician, not yet forty, entered a hotel and immediately forced the married Ayako to change into a high school girl's uniform he

had brought , and then raped her.

Seeing Ayako dressed as a high school girl would excite him intensely. He would push her onto the bed,

lift her school uniform, suck her breasts, then hastily pull up her skirt and take off her panties before penetrating her

without any foreplay. When Ayako expressed pain, he would ejaculate quickly.

For a man, defiling a virgin in a school uniform might be exciting, but only this time did it

remind the unsatisfying sexual encounters with her husband.

Her husband seemed completely unaware of Ayako's infidelity and still couldn't satisfy her sexually,

but he was indeed a gentle husband. In front of this husband, Ayako also performed the role of a virtuous wife. The

thrill of guilt and the satisfaction of resolving her sexual dissatisfaction transformed into more considerate care for her husband and son.

Three months passed like this, during which several men had had sexual relations with Ayako. Each time, Ayako

sat by the window in the café, drinking coffee and looking at the entrance of the hotel across the street, just like before.

It was a late summer afternoon. Sunlight reflected off the hotel entrance, caused by

the rotating glass of the revolving door as people entered

and exited. Ayako, still

confused It was this revolving door that made her finally decide to go through with it. Inside that revolving door was an

Ayako her husband didn't recognize; when she emerged, she was a virtuous wife…

Watching the revolving door turn, Ayako began to think it was a simple matter. She picked up the bill from the table, stood

up , left the café, crossed the intersection, arrived at the hotel, and pushed open the revolving door to go inside.

Kyoko had told her that today's client was a women's university associate professor named Imai, in his thirties.

In the hotel lobby, she saw a man with a red handkerchief sticking out of his pocket. Upon closer inspection, he had a baby face and

looked like a student. A university professor with that kind of appearance—could he have sadistic tendencies? Ayako

found it amusing and walked towards the man with a smile.

The man noticed her and looked surprised. Every man she'd ever met before made the same

expression , and Ayako knew it was because of her charm.

Imai immediately headed for the elevator, Ayako following behind.

As they entered, the baby-faced Imai, in a neurotic, rapid-fire tone, said, "I need to go into the room

first and unlock the door. You can come back later. We might run into some people in a hotel like this, so

it's better this way." Imai seemed more concerned about being seen than Ayako.

"Okay," Ayako replied seriously, suppressing a laugh. She suddenly remembered her first

visit to this hotel three months ago and was surprised by her own transformation.

Upon entering the room, Imai immediately demanded to undress, and he hurriedly did so himself. His manner seemed

childish, which amused Ayako; this man seemed timid and impatient.

Ayako didn't turn her back to Imai, deliberately letting him see her undressing. Actually, Imai was older than Ayako,

but she wanted to tease this seemingly young associate professor.

Seeing Ayako wearing only her underwear, Imai feigned surprise again. Ayako was wearing extremely sexy black

lingerie, and Imai seemed quite pleased with this position, his delight evident.

"Just take off your bra and panties; it's better to leave the garter belt and stockings on."

"Yes..." Ayako responded obediently, especially making the movements of removing her bra and panties deliberately

sexy .

Imai, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes, was already erect, surprisingly possessing

a huge . This time, it was Ayako's turn to show a look of ecstasy; even just that made her feel itchy,

and hot nectar immediately overflowed.

At this moment, Imai opened his purse, took out a leather whip with tassels at the end and a dog collar with a strap, then

put the dog collar around Ayako's neck, holding the strap, and commanded, "Do you understand? From now on, you are

a bitch . First, kneel down and greet her like a bitch."

As Ayako knelt down, the whip immediately struck her shoulder, and Ayako groaned, bending her upper body.

"You haven't answered yet."

"Ah...yes..."

"Let's replace small talk with sucking!"

"Yes..." Ayako obeyed the order, cupping the huge penis in her hands, then sticking out her tongue to lick the terrifyingly

large, umbrella-shaped glans. As she licked, the thought of this thing being inserted into her body made her

tremble and dizzy.

Slowly swallowing the glans into her mouth, she had to open her mouth to its limit to get it in, so she couldn't use her tongue skillfully

, and when she moved her head to rub it with her mouth, it would hit her throat, making it difficult to breathe. Even so, as she

desperately sucked or rubbed, she began to feel excited like she was drunk.

After licking like this for a while, Imai probably couldn't hold back anymore, and he stepped back and said, "Go to the bed, in a doggy style

position, raise your ass so I can see your vulva."

Ayako adopted the position Imai asked for, and shame made her whole body hot.

"What a shameless bitch! Just sucking a penis and you're already so wet."

Ayako knew this situation, of course, and the intense shame turned into extreme excitement, and her raised buttocks couldn't help but

twist .

Suddenly, the glans pressed against the crevice of her flesh, rubbing up and down. "Ah..." Ayako let out a trembling sound, lasciviously

twisting her buttocks.

At this moment, Imai's fingers touched her anus: "Have you ever had anal sex?" He

rubbed the head of his penis against her labia and massaged her anus with his fingers.

"Yes...yes..." The pleasure from her clitoris and the strange sensuality of her anus made Ayako's voice

hoarse , and she couldn't help but twist her hips.

"Comparing the front and the back, which is better?"

"Both sides are good..."

"What a greedy bitch!" After saying that, Imai inserted his penis into her vagina, but only inserted the head before thrusting in

and out, making lewd "squeak" sounds.

"Ah...I can't do this..." Ayako's voice trembled.

The penis that only moved at the entrance of her vagina made Ayako impatient. When he thrust like this, the deep inside her vagina itched so much that

Ayako wanted to cry, and the feeling of the glans hooking the entrance made Ayako's lower body tremble.

"You look like you want it, but I can't give it to you yet." Imai pulled his penis out and said, "

I need to punish this lewd ass first." He then whipped her buttocks with a leather whip, binding Ayako, who was lying face down, to the bed in a spread-eagle

position, and repeatedly whipped her buttocks.

Her buttocks were burning hot and itchy... Bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position, Ayako experienced a perverse and intense sensuality,

unable to breathe regularly, feeling a burning restlessness.

He loosened the bindings. "You don't seem to dislike the whip." He turned Ayako's body over, making her lie on her back, and

looked at Ayako's excited expression, laughing, "Can't take it, can you? Now masturbate for me."

For a moment, Ayako didn't understand what he was talking about.

"I said, you have to masturbate for me."

"This..." Ayako couldn't speak.

"Hurry up and masturbate for me!" Imai forcefully spread Ayako's legs apart, as if indicating that he would whip her if she didn't

, rubbing the tassel of the whip against her inner thighs.

Ayako was terrified and could only nervously touch her lower abdomen. "How could I

masturbate in front of a man..." she thought, overwhelmed by shame, yet also with excitement.

At that moment, the image of the hotel's revolving door flashed through her mind. The constantly rotating door... Once inside, Ayako

became another Ayako, abandoning the facade of a virtuous wife to secretly enjoy the sensuality of another woman...

At Imai's command, she raised her knees, boldly spreading her legs, touching her breasts with one hand and

her labia with the other, then gently rubbing her clitoris in circular motions.

Imai sat in a chair, staring at Ayako's actions from the front. The shame and stimulation of being watched made Ayako

even more excited, so she reached pleasure faster than when masturbating alone, and

a burning desire surged forth that surprised even herself.

"Ah... good... ah..." Her clitoris quickly swelled, the pleasure intensifying, and the flowing fluid dripped onto

her perineum and anus. Sobbing, Ayako's buttocks writhed rhythmically. "No...

ah... I'm about to cum..."

"Cum!"

"Ah... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..." A wave of pleasure washed over her, her legs

clenching reaching orgasm.

"Good, bitch, crawl over here."

Hearing the command, Ayako lifted her languid body and crawled off the bed like a dog.

Imai, sitting in a chair, placed his legs on the armrests, making his enormous penis erect. "Lick from the penis to

the anus ."

Ayako was treated like a dog and forced to perform this shameful act, yet she still felt pleasure and ecstasy.

She licked from the penis to the scrotum as if tickling. When she first licked a man's anus with her tongue, Imai

lightly slid a leather whip across Ayako's back, as if indicating that he might lash her if things went wrong.

As she twisted her tongue over her anus, his enormous penis bounced against her face,

intensifying . "He must be using that huge cock to rape me from both ends..." Ayako longed for this, hoping for

a hard penetration and a powerful release.

"Ah... spank my ass!" Ayako proactively requested.

*** *** *** ***

Several days later, on Saturday, her husband, unusually, didn't go to work and stayed home to rest, but Ayako still decided to find an excuse to go

out. If her husband wasn't home, she would drop her son, Yusuke, off at her parents' house after he came home from kindergarten before going out.

Yusuke returned around 3 PM, and Ayako left home at 1 PM.

This time, Ayako herself broke the rule of not seeing the man she had been with a second time, and she secretly met

with the women's university associate professor, Imai, without Kyoko's knowledge.

Ayako couldn't forget her obsession with Imai; after being violently whipped, she even masturbated in front of him. Ayako even

actively asked to be whipped, and at this point of extreme excitement, she was raped in her vagina and anus by that huge cock. The

indescribable afterglow of pleasure lingered even today; moreover, the mere thought of it

sent a burning, itchy sensation through her body.

However, it was Imai who insisted on meeting again. Ayako refused, saying she wouldn't meet the same man a second time,

but Imai still insisted, "I'll wait for you," unilaterally deciding the time and place.

Although it was an early summer afternoon, the weather was overcast, and while waiting for a taxi, it unexpectedly started raining. Unable

to find an empty taxi, she decided to take a bus from the bus stop, going home first to get an umbrella.

Not wanting to run into her husband again, she quietly entered the entryway to get the umbrella, when she seemed to hear an unusual sound.

Almost instinctively, she quietly entered the room and heard soft breathing coming from the bedroom.

'Could it be my husband?...' Her heart began to pound. Feeling she shouldn't peek, she hesitated for a moment

, but couldn't resist checking, gently pushing open the door a crack and peeking into the bedroom.

In that instant, Ayako froze, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her husband was wearing women's

underwear and masturbating! And he was wearing a purplish-red bra and panties, his penis protruding from the side of the panties,

which he was constantly rubbing with his hand.

That underwear wasn't Ayako's. Her husband held the phone receiver to his ear, a look of ecstasy

on his face, probably talking on the phone while indulging in masturbation.

At that moment, hearing her husband's words, Ayako doubted her ears, but she was certain;

the words still echoed in her ears.

"There won't be a problem, Ayako has gone out… Ah… Queen Kyoko… More…"

Absolutely right, that's what her husband said.

'Queen Anzu? Anzu...that Anzu is your queen? ……' Ayako felt like she'd been

slapped , standing dazedly by the door. But for some reason, the image of the hotel door kept

spinning in her mind.

Chapter 4 The Joy of Being Photographed

(1)

When she returned from taking Yusuke to the kindergarten shuttle bus, her husband was wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas and sitting at

the dining table reading the newspaper. In the birdcage by the window, a nightingale was singing; the sunlight shining on the balcony gave her

a feeling that it would be hot today.

Although it was exactly the same as any other morning, Ayako's mood

was brighter than ever when she started clearing the breakfast dishes, because her husband was going on a three-day, two-night business trip to Kansai.

If it were the Ayako of the past, she wouldn't have been so happy in this situation, but now it was different, because while

her husband was away, she could fully enjoy sexual pleasure with other men. Since that one time—accidentally witnessing

her husband 's sexual acts—Ayako has completely changed. No, Ayako's change is more accurately attributed to

her relationship with a man named Masaki.

Knowing her husband's unusual sexual fetish deeply shocked Ayako for a time. She considered

divorce , but thinking of young Yusuke, she couldn't easily divorce her husband. Therefore, she thought she could

enjoy the pleasure of infidelity without guilt. Yet, it seemed she was deliberately rebelling against her husband, even

losing the desire to have affairs.

She didn't tell Kyoko about her husband's affair with Kyoko; if she did, it would reach her husband's ears, and their

marriage would be beyond repair. Ayako thought that

Kyoko would never tell her husband. Even if her husband knew, he would put aside their affair and only blame

Ayako.

Although their relationship was merely a sadistic one, she was still furious at Kyoko for betraying her friend and maintaining a special relationship with her husband

. Moreover, Ayako suspected that Kyoko's introductions of men were part of

a scheme . Even if it was a conspiracy, Ayako had already agreed to meet the man because she wanted to, so she

should take responsibility and couldn't blame Kyoko. If she did, Ayako would be humiliating herself.

Surprisingly, her relationship with Masaki deepened at this time. While washing the dishes, she glanced at

the clock on the cupboard; it was 9:45 AM.

"You should be getting ready..."

"What?" Her husband also looked up at his watch. "I forgot to tell you, I decided to take the later train,

so I have more than an hour." He said casually, then looked down at the newspaper.

"If that's the case, you should have told me sooner..." Ayako regretted her

sharp .

"Even though it's changed, it's only an hour." Her husband replied casually, looking at the newspaper.

"That's true..."

"Is there something inconvenient for you?" Her husband looked up at Ayako.

"No..." Ayako worried that her disheveled expression might be showing on her face, so she quickly turned back to

washing the dishes.

The kitchen and dining room were separated by a counter. Ayako was behind the counter, so

she couldn't see her husband's expression because of the backlighting. Her husband started reading the newspaper again, and their conversation was interrupted.

After a while, her husband seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right... Masaki said he's coming over this weekend

."

"Mr. Masaki?"

"Yes, he said he has a bottle of very good wine, so he'll bring it over. Actually, that's just an excuse; he probably

wants to eat the food and wine you cook!"

Ayako's hands paused as she washed the dishes. She felt her husband's gaze on her back and felt her body stiffen with

tension. Ayako had seen Masaki yesterday, but he hadn't said anything then. When did her husband and Masaki discuss this

matter ?

As if answering this question, her husband said, "There was something that needed to be discussed immediately last night, so I went to

Masaki's studio."

It must have happened after Ayako left. Before that, Ayako was at Masaki's studio, and it's very possible that

the afterglow of their affair still lingered there.

"I wonder if my husband feels anything..." Ayako felt sweat seeping under her armpits. Pretending

to be nonchalant, she turned to her husband and asked, hiding her inner turmoil, "Did you drink together later?"

Her husband was still flipping through the newspaper. "Yes, we had a pleasant conversation."

Last night, her husband came home at 2 a.m. as usual, and he was drunk.

"You invited Mr. Masaki over, didn't you?"

"It wasn't me who invited him; it just naturally turned into this after we started talking about wine. What's wrong? Don't you like him

coming?"

"No… but I wouldn't welcome him either."

"Why?"

"I don't like rude people like that."

Her husband suddenly laughed loudly. "It's rare to see you so frank. He said he wanted to take nude photos of you, and that if he

was going to, he should do it now. Are you still angry about that?"

"Not just that, everything about him."

"That's serious… but is that really true?"

"Why do you ask…"

"I didn't realize you hated him to this extent; at least, that's not how I've seen him."

"You and Mr. Masaki aren't just colleagues; you're good friends. How could I openly show

my dislike ?"

"So, you're saying you've been putting up with it?"

"I can't say that…" Ayako couldn't continue talking to her husband about this. She picked up a dishcloth and wiped the dishes,

her movements naturally becoming rough.

"Speaking of which, Masaki hasn't come to our house in a long time," her husband said, lighting a cigarette.

Ayako silently continued wiping the dishes.

Masaki and Ayako's husbands were both thirty-eight years old. Masaki was a renowned

photographer , and also worked in advertising. They met when Masaki

worked at Tachibana's advertising agency, and from then on, he frequently visited their home. Sometimes Masaki came alone, and sometimes with Tachibana's colleagues.

People related to work would come over, and they would either play mahjong or drink and eat Ayako's cooking.

Masaki was still single, so he was very interested in Ayako's home-cooked meals and praised them without reservation.

Not only that, but in front of Tachibana and others, he would praise Ayako's charm from a photographer's perspective, making Ayako

feel embarrassed.

However, it was impossible to tell what Masaki said was true and what was a joke. Once, he even persuaded Ayako to take

nude photos as a memento before turning thirty. Another time, he said that if she divorced Tachibana, she would marry him, causing Tachibana

to wryly say, "Don't try to seduce my wife like that!" He always said things like this,

so it was impossible to tell what was true or false.

After Ayako learned of her husband's unusual sexual fetish, one night a month later, her husband invited several people

related over for drinks, and Masaki was one of them. After drinking, the men's conversation became increasingly

heated.

Ayako needed to use the toilet, which was at the end of the hallway after leaving the living room; the door led to the sink, and further inside

were the bathroom and toilet. Emerging from the bathroom, Ayako tidied her flowing hair in front of the sink mirror.

That night, she wore a white silk blouse and a long black skirt, adorned with three pearl necklaces. The neckline was quite

slit ; it was the first time she'd worn the clothes since buying them.

As usual, Masaki was the first man to compliment her: "Wow, you look especially beautiful tonight!

Simple yet elegant… This is an outfit that shows you know your charm. Especially this blouse, it's absolutely gorgeous!" Masaki's

praise was exaggerated, but Ayako didn't find it offensive.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ayako inexplicably recalled Masaki's words. Just then,

Masaki pushed open the door and walked in.

"I thought you were in the kitchen!"

"What is it…" Ayako faced the mirror without turning around.

Masaki stood behind her, suddenly placing his hands on Ayako's shoulders: "I was looking for you, I wanted us

to be together …"

They looked at each other in the mirror. Masaki's expression was different now; it was serious, as if something was on his mind

. Ayako smiled, knowing Masaki would joke with the same expression as always.

In that instant, Masaki turned Ayako around, quickly pressing his lips to hers. "I love

you," he said hastily, then eagerly kissed her red lips again. Only then did Ayako think to

resist , but she was held tightly, unable to push him away.

Masaki forcefully extended his tongue, and Ayako clenched her teeth in refusal, finding it difficult to breathe. In that instant of gasping,

Masaki's tongue slipped in, finding hers and intertwining. Her hands, which had been trying

to push Masaki away , hesitated slightly, but still wrapped around his neck.

Ayako's eyes were open, but not at Masaki, but at the door; Masaki did the same, for someone

could . Thinking of this, tension and fear almost drained her strength, but on the other hand,

a dizzying excitement arose. Masaki's kiss was passionate, and before she knew it, Ayako had also slipped her tongue into his mouth, their tongues entwining

passionately .

Ayako hurriedly twisted her body, because Masaki's hand lifted her long skirt and touched her thigh. It could

be said that this was unfortunate for Ayako but fortunate for Masaki, because Ayako wasn't wearing pantyhose at the time, only a pair of

briefs.

When Masaki's hand touched her lower abdomen, Ayako shook her head to say no, but Masaki didn't release her red lips. Ayako

's body was pushed against the sink, and Masaki's hand slid in from under the hem of her briefs, touching her labia, and

suddenly inserted his fingers into her vagina. Ayako couldn't help but arch her back. She thought she could still control herself, but still let out a

seductive breath.

When his lips left hers, she hurriedly said, "No!"

"So it was already wet down there..." Masaki said in a surprised tone, ignoring Ayako's reaction and continuing

to thrust his fingers in and out, causing Ayako to groan.

A month had passed since she ended her affair. During this time, she hadn't had sex with her husband. Her mature body

, having been "trained" by men with sadistic tendencies, was more sensitive, and her sexual desire was stronger than

before . After this month, it had reached its peak.

"Is it always like this?"

"No..."

"I want it inside." Masaki suddenly said something terrifying, forcefully thrusting his fingers in and out.

This directness and intense pleasure aroused Ayako, making her so impulsive that she wanted to have sex

standing up ... But no matter what, she couldn't have sex with a man other than her husband at home.

"No... someone will come."

"Then, is it okay when it's just the two of you?"

"I don't know..." Ayako blurted out something she herself felt was inappropriate.

When Masaki pulled his fingers out, Ayako couldn't help but make a chasing motion with her genitals.

After this incident, Masaki often came to their house with her husband,

joking as before, but there was a shared secret between Masaki and Ayako, which caused a subtle

change.

This doesn't mean Ayako has agreed to Masaki's proposal. Masaki is not only her husband's work partner but also a friend

, even though it's an affair, unlike the men Kyoko introduced. To Ayako, Masaki is inherently

frivolous, not her type.

Nevertheless, Ayako can no longer ignore Masaki's flattery, which she used to dismiss with a laugh; she

feels mocked and strangely angry. There's also the look in Masaki's eyes when he secretly watches Ayako—

a look that confuses her, yet she can't ignore it, making her even more aware of his presence. Ayako begins to feel dissatisfied with

herself .

Around this time, one day Ayako and her husband go to an art gallery to see Masaki's solo photography exhibition.

Ayako refuses, saying she's not interested in photography, but her husband says, "He's your biggest admirer; he

wants you to go. I'll get scolded if I don't take you." Ayako can't insist, so she reluctantly

goes along.

First, she took Yusuke to his parents' house. After visiting the photography exhibition, she, Masaki, and she had dinner together, then went to

the bar her husband frequented. While they were drinking, she received a phone call for her husband; it was from his company. Her husband didn't call Ayako,

but Masaki, saying there was an urgent matter that might not take long. He asked if they should continue drinking there or go to...

She waited for him to return home.

"Since it won't take long, I'll come over to your place first!" Masaki said, seemingly

seeing through Ayako's thoughts. Hearing this, Ayako couldn't refuse.

After parting ways with her husband, in the taxi, Masaki brought up the exhibition again, asking Ayako's thoughts.

Having already asked her at the bar, Ayako repeated the same question.

"Aren't you angry about what happened last time?" Masaki said, reaching for Ayako's hand, but she immediately pulled it away and

turned her face away.

Ayako was angry and upset, but not entirely towards Masaki; she was angry at

her husband for bringing them together.

Upon arriving home, Ayako told Masaki to sit in the living room and then went to prepare food and drinks, leaving him behind as she went into the bedroom.

Because of what happened last time, facing him directly would feel like agreeing to his request, and besides, her heart was pounding

so hard she could barely breathe. Ayako closed the bedroom door and sighed deeply. "Now it's just the two of us at

home..." The thought filled her with intense fear and her heart pounded so hard she could barely stand.

Next to the bedroom was the dressing room, and Ayako went in to change. When she was only wearing a bra and panties,

she suddenly remembered the feeling of Masaki's penetration that night. Not only that, but the sensation of his fingers rubbing inside her again

caused an itchy feeling.

Just then, she felt someone behind her. Turning around quickly, she saw Masaki standing in the doorway and almost

screamed . Ayako gasped. Masaki was naked from the waist down, and his penis was erect, just like that night.

He even had a very serious expression on his face. However, Ayako only glanced at him before staring wide-eyed at

his penis, her body frozen as if under a spell.

Masaki approached. "No...you can't..." Ayako weakly shook her head, murmuring,

unable to utter a firm refusal.

Ayako's hand was grabbed. "This time, you can touch mine." He pulled Ayako's hand to his penis.

Upon touching his hot, erect penis, Ayako immediately tried to pull her hand away, but when Masaki forced her to touch it,

she couldn't refuse. She instinctively gripped his penis, her body trembling. The two of them fell to

the ground , their bras roughly pulled down. Masaki immediately pressed his face against her exposed breasts, sucking on her nipples,

rubbing them with his tongue, while simultaneously kneading her breasts with both hands…

Masaki's body moved downwards, pulling down her panties, his face pressed against Ayako's crotch.

Feeling , Ayako said in a trembling voice, "No, he'll…" The words caught in her throat.

She tried to push Masaki's head away, but couldn't muster the strength.

Masaki's tongue swirled on her labia, and a burst of intense pleasure, like an electric

current, body. But she didn't know when her husband would return.

"Faster…faster…" Ayako pleaded in her heart.

Caught , Ayako pleaded, realizing she secretly longed for Masaki's arrival. She also knew that her continued

rejection of Masaki stemmed from her reluctance to admit she cared for such a man.

Masaki's breathing quickened, and he continued licking. She didn't know how much time had passed; Ayako twisted her hips, feeling a long

time had gone by, worried her husband might suddenly appear, yet her body remained intensely aroused.

"Ah...faster...faster..." Ayako could feel herself lewdly twisting

her hips pleading with Masaki.

Masaki looked up at Ayako, whose gaze was fixed on the dressing room door. Her legs were spread apart, his glans

finding the entrance to her vagina, brutally penetrating, then his penis throbbed, relentlessly thrusting like a piston. Ayako felt

a beautiful, almost tearful sensation and began to sob.

Masaki continued thrusting, withdrawing slowly but penetrating violently, occasionally adding a rotating

motion. The force of his movements forced Ayako's body upwards, until her head finally

hit the wall.

Masaki's rhythmic movements grew faster and more intense, making Ayako feel as if his penis was a locomotive.

The rough sensation was incredibly strong, the pleasure shooting straight from her uterus to the top of her head. Ayako still stared at

the door of the dressing room, which she could barely see anymore, constantly emitting lewd moans.

"Ah...good...deeper..." Her body reached its peak of excitement, greedily pursuing the man.

His penis responded to Ayako's demands, thrusting violently.

"Ah...that's it...I can't take it...I'm going to die...it's okay...harder..."

Masaki thrust wildly, and Ayako felt her labia being rubbed hot and numb, it felt so good! The pleasure reached

its peak: "Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming..."

"Ugh..." Ayako convulsed, and Masaki's hot penis swelled and pulsated even more, beginning to ejaculate. Ayako

's body trembled violently, and only at this moment did she close her eyes, seeing nothing.

*** *** *** ***

Since that night, Masaki never came to Ayako's house again. It's unclear whether her husband discovered that it was after the night he left Masaki

and his wife alone that Masaki and his wife began their affair.

Ayako, seeing her husband return from the bathroom, asked, "Would you like another cup of coffee?"

"Sure," her husband replied before going into the study.

Ayako made him a fresh cup of coffee and placed the kettle on the gas stove.

(End of Chapter Five)

Masaki didn't come back, but that didn't mean their relationship was over. After that incident, they

continued their clandestine meetings. Initially, they used a hotel; a married woman and a single man, a friend of her husband, were

having an affair. A strong sense of guilt fueled their frenzied lovemaking.

Ayako didn't love Masaki, yet she was completely drawn to him because of his attitude and sexual

style. His behavior was masculine ferocity, stripping away a woman's facade layer by layer, leaving her

naked and exposed, allowing her to revel in the pleasure.

Furthermore, what truly captivated Ayako about Masaki wasn't what happened at the hotel, but rather the first time she entered his room

. The apartment was spacious, divided into a studio and a private room. His private room was

meticulously ; although it was only one room, furniture and evergreen plants divided it into a bedroom, living room, and dining room.

"Your room is beautiful," Ayako said, sitting on the sofa and sipping the black tea Masaki had brewed. "Why don't you

get married ?"

"Want to know?"

"Of course I want to know, because you don't seem like someone who hates women."

"Is this a sarcastic remark?" Masaki smiled wryly. "Well, let me tell you, my answer is, I'm only

interested in married women."

"That's a bad interest."

"Yes, a very bad interest."

"So, does that mean you do the same bad things with other married women besides me?"

"I hope so. But to be honest, you're the first married woman, so I'm only interested in married women

."

Seeing Masaki say this so seriously, Ayako was confused. This statement sounded like

a confession , but she was also pleased and wanted to hear more about what he had to say.

"So, were your previous partners all young women?"

"More or less."

"With women like that around, why did you choose me, a married woman?"

Masaki lit a cigarette, took a drag, and forcefully exhaled it towards the ceiling. "There are two reasons. First,

because you're a married woman. There's a saying, 'One thief, two maids,' isn't there? And second, you're too charming. And

most importantly…" Masaki whispered in Ayako's ear,

"Because you seem to particularly like that…."

"You're going too far." "

But it's really true."

"Don't say that…" Ayako glared at Masaki. Masaki lifted Ayako's cheeks with both hands and kissed her.

When his tongue entered, Ayako felt shy, but even more excited, and involuntarily returned the kiss with her own tongue, making a sweet

nasal sound.

"You like that, don't you?" Masaki pulled away from Ayako's red lips.

"What do you mean by 'that'?"

"Don't play dumb. Let me tell you!" Masaki whispered

the slang term for sexual intercourse into Ayako's ear again.

"No..." Ayako said in a soft voice, feeling her body burning.

Ayako was terrified of hearing those words. She knew about this from the men Kyoko introduced her to, after playing sadistic games with

them . Especially Masaki, who would often say those words during sex, saying that Ayako's

private parts were attractive, or that earthworms were wriggling inside. Not only that, but he would also make Ayako say those words, and when she said

them , she would become so excited that she was about to ejaculate.

Since marrying her husband, he had never said such words during sex, always proceeding silently. When she

told Masaki about this, he seemed very surprised.

"Don't you like it?" Masaki asked softly, rubbing his lips against Ayako's earlobe, while reaching

his hand under her skirt.

"I like it..." The lewd atmosphere made Ayako's voice a little hoarse.

"Like what?"

"Fuck my hole..." As Ayako said it, her whole body immediately turned into a ball of fire, and she could feel the honey-like fluid

overflowing .

"That's right. Today, I'm going to teach you a very fun game for this wife who likes to have sex."

Masaki smiled knowingly and asked Ayako to take off her clothes on the spot. Ayako hesitated for a moment.

The sunlight streaming in from the window made the room bright, but seeing Masaki undress, Ayako turned her back to him and began to undress as well. Masaki wanted

her to be completely naked, so Ayako took off her last piece of clothing, her panties.

"Turn around!"

Hearing Masaki's request, Ayako covered her breasts and lower abdomen with her hands and turned around.

"So beautiful!" Masaki was also naked at this time, his penis already erect.

"Don't look at me like that..." Ayako lowered her head in embarrassment.

Ayako was very confident in her body. Her smooth, fair skin, her breasts that were neither too big nor too small, her slightly upturned nipples

, her slender waist without an ounce of fat, her beautiful leg curves... Even Masaki, with the eye of a photographer, would

praise Ayako's body.

At this moment, she unexpectedly heard Masaki say, "Put your hands behind your back!" Ayako looked up in

surprise because Masaki was holding a rope in his hand.

"Have you ever been tied up before?"

Ayako couldn't recall any previous experiences of being tied up. Masaki, seeing Ayako lower her head again, assumed she was

frightened : "It's rarely used for intercourse between husband and wife, so of course this is your first time!" After saying that, Masaki came

behind Ayako and pulled her hands behind her back.

"This is..."

"This is a game, a sadistic game... at least you've heard of it, right?"

"Ah..." Ayako couldn't help but groan, making a superficial protest.

Her hands were tightly bound, and her breasts were also bound with rope above and below, making them more prominent.

The feeling of being bound created an unbearable itching sensation in her heart, and her body, already familiar with this kind of pleasure,

immediately experienced the sweet feeling of being tortured.

"How is it? The feeling of being tied up for the first time..."

"No..." Ayako bent one leg in embarrassment to cover her lower abdomen.

"Most women feel humiliated and dissatisfied when they are tied up, which is understandable. Once you're tied

up , how you handle it is entirely up to me."

"What do you want to do?" Ayako was excited inside.

"Well... first, you have to swear to be my slave!"

"Slave...?" Ayako gasped, seeing Masaki pull out a riding whip from under the sofa.

"This means you're already my slave. The first step in training a slave is with this whip."

"Don't be rough..."

Ayako hadn't expected Masaki to ask her to play a sadistic game. While pleading, her heart pounded with excitement

. Ever since experiencing a sadistic game like a prostitute, Ayako had never forgotten the pleasure of being

tortured .

Masaki made Ayako kneel before him and put his penis in her mouth, signifying this as a slave ritual. Ayako

deliberately hesitated, and the whip in Masaki's hand immediately flew over, striking her buttocks. "Ah..." Ayako

knelt down excitedly.

Masaki's penis was semi-erect. Because her hands were tied, she couldn't use them, so she had to tilt her head and stick out her tongue to lick

the glans before putting it in her mouth. Masaki watched Ayako quietly. Ayako closed her eyes,

licking with her tongue while shaking her head. The penis quickly swelled in her mouth, almost touching her throat. She felt dizzy and

her lower body began to burn, involuntarily writhing her hips lasciviously.

"Hehe! A woman who licks a man's penis and wriggles her ass like that is horny, and I like

Ayako like that." Hearing Masaki say this, Ayako felt even more like a horny and wanton woman, and became even more excited.

"Alright, your vow to be a slave is complete." Masaki made Ayako stand up. "Now I'm going to give you

a reward. What do you want?" Masaki said, stroking Ayako's buttocks.

"Yours..." Ayako boldly rubbed her buttocks against Masaki's erect penis.

"This isn't enough, because the training isn't over yet."

"But I've already done as you said." Ayako deliberately protested.

"Very beautiful buttocks, you'll definitely like the whip." After Masaki finished speaking, he pulled Ayako onto the bed, made her

lie , and tied her legs to the bed with her legs spread apart, forming a V-shape.

"Ah... don't hit me..." Ayako realized she would be whipped and pleaded excitedly, because she

knew that this would further incite the man's sadistic desires.

Hearing the whipping sound and feeling the pain in her buttocks, Ayako groaned and tried to wiggle her hips, but her body

was bound and she couldn't move freely, only undulating like small waves. The whip continued to lash, and

with groaned and wiggled her hips, feeling a burning sensation, but unable to relieve it.

"Why are you wiggling your hips like that?" Masaki mocked, rubbing the tip of the whip against her buttocks.

"No... I want more..." Ayako couldn't help but raise her buttocks to their maximum extent, wiggling impatiently.

"You seem to be getting hot." Masaki swung the whip again.

Hot... her buttocks felt like they were on fire, "No... please have mercy on me..." Ayako said

breathlessly . At the same time, her body trembled uncontrollably, "Ugh..." she groaned as

her body straightened, the feeling of orgasm overwhelming her.

"You seem to have come. You're like this the first time, you have a masochistic streak." Masaki was

somewhat surprised, Ayako felt very comfortable as he stroked her hot buttocks.

Masaki's hand touched her labia. "There's so much fluid coming out, like urine, it's even soaked the sheets." He said things that

made Ayako blush, and continued to play with her petals.

At this moment, Masaki untied the rope binding her feet, making her lie on her back, and immediately tied her feet back up. Ayako

panicked this time, her knees were bound, and then the rope was pulled to the bed frame next to the pillow and tied.

"Ah...no..." In this lewd position, shame made Ayako's voice hoarse.

"It looks so good like this."

"Ah...don't look..." Ayako turned her face away.

"It feels good to be appreciated like this, doesn't it?" Feeling like she was about to faint, Masaki's voice seemed

to come from the water. Feeling a piercing gaze on her vulva, her clitoris twitched involuntarily.

"At this moment, you will resent that rope, won't you? This wonderful feeling of being bound is addictive." Masaki's words

sounded like a spell. He parted the petals again: "Oh! I never noticed before,

there's a mole in a place like this."

Hearing Masaki's surprised voice, Ayako looked at her vulva.

"Look, it's inside the petals." Indeed, there was a

mole Ayako herself didn't know there was a mole there.

"It's a lecherous mole," Masaki said, stroking her clitoris.

Ayako thought: 'I'm lecherous, that's why I'm suited to be with a man like you.' The intense pleasure

made Ayako moan and couldn't help but wiggle her hips.

Ayako watched the bubbles rolling in her coffee and thought to herself: 'My husband definitely doesn't know I have a mole there,

it's a man other than my husband who discovered it... This is enough to show the state of our married life over the past few years.'

Her husband was still in the study checking documents for his business trip and hadn't come out yet.

Masaki skillfully played with her clitoris, and when Ayako could no longer bear it, he said mysteriously, "Do you want this thing

?" It was an adult toy with two protrusions of different sizes—an electric dildo.

This was the first time Ayako had seen a real one. The large protrusion mimicked the shape of a penis, with smaller protrusions beside it

, like little bears.

Masaki turned on the switch, laughing, "The large one is for the vagina, and the little bear is for the clitoris. Both

are stimulated simultaneously, so it's fantastic."

Looking at it, Ayako gasped. The electric dildo emitted a deep motor sound, the penis-shaped part

twisting its head and waist, while the little bear vibrated simultaneously. What would happen after it was inserted

was obvious. Just looking at it made her body tremble, and she felt her labia twitching.

Masaki placed the dildo against her wet clitoris and slowly inserted it. The moment the dildo touched her there,

Ayako cried out. The dildo rotated and twisted inside her, producing subtle vibrations that generated

intense sensuality, causing her to moan and groan uncontrollably. Combined with the vibrations stimulating her clitoris, creating a burning pleasure that

merged with the pleasure in her vagina, Ayako screamed, writhing wildly.

She lost count of how many times she had ejaculated; her senses were numb, but she could only feel the sensation of release. Even

breathing became painful, and each time she cried out, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

In the end, it was no longer pleasure, but pain. Even after the dildo was finally withdrawn,

a strong afterglow lingered, and her body convulsed uncontrollably.

"This is your first time; you probably overstimulated it," Masaki's smiling voice seemed to come from afar. Half

-conscious , she was awakened by the sensation of his fingers; he was caressing her anus.

"Ah... not there..." Ayako said, still feeling a frenzy.

His fingers slowly penetrated, and she felt a momentary suffocation. His fingers moved inside her anus, and her breathing naturally became rapid.

Unlike ordinary pleasure, it gave her a sense of confusion.

"How is it? Don't you like this feeling?"

"No... ah... my body feels strange... what should I do..."

"Is it okay?" Masaki asked, and Ayako immediately nodded.

"Then, let's try it here?" Ayako nodded excitedly again.

Masaki first untied the ropes and had Ayako assume a doggy-style position. Ayako relaxed her abdominal muscles and raised her buttocks.

Based on past experience, he knew that this emphasized the mature beauty of her buttocks, which could arouse a man's desire, and Ayako

herself would be more excited by such a lewd position.

At this moment, Masaki inserted himself, not into her anus, but into her front. Having just experienced the stimulation of the dildo, she now felt incredibly docile towards

the man 's real penis.

"Ah...so comfortable...good..." Masaki's movements intoxicated Ayako, causing her to blurt out her true

feelings .

"Where is it good?"

"Her vulva..." Ayako's own answer only fueled her excitement.

"What a wanton wife." Masaki twisted his penis inside Ayako.

"It's all your fault...ah...good..." As she cried out in pleasure, Masaki

withdrew , and then, just as Ayako had hoped, Masaki's fingers touched her anus, applying something like cream

—perhaps Vaseline—while massaging it.

Her anus gradually relaxed in spasms, the sensation of being rubbed all over her body, and the anticipation of a masochistic

woman , caused Ayako to involuntarily wiggle her raised buttocks, Masaki aiming his penis directly at her there.

"Be gentle..."

"A married woman speaking like a virgin." Masaki's glans penetrated.

Ayako gripped the sheets and groaned, feeling no pain. The sensation of dilation and penetration felt like an

arousal meter, reaching its peak and then losing its effectiveness, quickly followed by a heightened sensuality. However,

unlike the sensation from her vagina, this was a state of intense mental and physical excitement, a state that preceded orgasm…

and she maintained it. As Masaki slowly began to move, Ayako lost her normal state.

“Ah… good… my body feels strange… I’m going crazy…” That was a state of frenzy, just as Masaki

had said, feeling like a bitch. She couldn’t remember what happened afterward, only that she uttered some

obscene words. Anal sex can produce intense, wanton pleasure in women.

*** *** *** ***

"About Masaki..." Her husband came out of the study and, as he and Ayako faced each other while drinking coffee,

he said as if suddenly remembering something, "If you don't want to, you can refuse."

Ayako put down her coffee cup and looked at her husband: "Are you talking about my relationship?"

"That's not what I meant. But if you don't want to, there's nothing I can do."

"This isn't like you."

"Why?"

"If it were the old you, you wouldn't have refused Mr. Masaki coming to the house!"

"What's wrong? You seem to be sulking."

"I'm not sulking." Ayako felt flustered, but turned her face away as if she didn't care.

"Never mind, let's talk about Masaki when I get back from my business trip!"

'Masaki...' Her husband's words shocked Ayako. Worried that her husband would notice her

panic , she hurriedly looked at him, but he didn't care about her reaction at all.

At this moment, her husband picked up an electric razor and started shaving. The sound of the electric motor reminded Ayako of her

infatuation with Masaki yesterday. Yesterday in his studio… before her husband arrived… she was bound and played with using an electric dildo

, which was simultaneously inserted into her vagina and anus…

Just as Masaki called it “training,” Ayako’s body, after his development, no longer disliked this behavior

and even requested it. Afterwards, Masaki brought a camera, saying he wanted to take pictures, but Ayako refused, fearing it would leave evidence of her affair.

At this point, Masaki said he wouldn’t take pictures of her face, only her body, and only that part, as a memento. Perhaps

because of the lingering effects of the electric dildo, Ayako agreed to Masaki’s request; the fact that the camera was an instant

camera that wouldn’t leave film was also a factor.

At Masaki’s request, she sat naked on the sofa, boldly spreading her legs. Masaki placed the camera against her crotch

and pressed the shutter. In that instant, her lower body tingled, and she felt her vaginal fluid flowing out.

“Oh, it’s flowing out… taking pictures must be exciting, right?” Masaki was right; she felt the lens was like an eye staring

at her ; the sound of pressing the shutter became the sensation of being licked or caressed.

Masaki then ordered Ayako to use her hands to spread her petals as much as possible to expose her vulva. Ayako complied, and the shamelessness and voyeuristic

thrill excited her, making her intoxicated by the dizzying pleasure…

“Why are you spacing out?” Hearing her husband’s voice, Ayako woke up. Sometime later, the electric razor

had stopped making noise.

“Nothing…” Ayako hurriedly tried to grab a coffee cup to go to the kitchen, but her husband suddenly grabbed her hand, his expression so serious and terrifying that she had never seen him

before “You…” Ayako was frightened.

Her husband, who had stood up, hugged her tightly and forced a kiss, the sound of the coffee cup shattering on the floor filling the air. Ayako

let out husband put his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers and sucking

hard until the back of her tongue ached.

Her husband then pushed Ayako to the ground. “Ah…no…” Ayako cried out, tense and terrified.

Silently, her husband lifted her apron and skirt, roughly pulled off her pantyhose and thong, and forcefully spread her legs.

"This..." Ayako involuntarily turned her face away, feeling dizzy from the strong sunlight streaming in.

Her husband's fingers pulled apart her labia. "Don't do this!" Ayako's voice trembled as she desperately twisted her hips.

"There's a mole here..."

She never dreamed her husband would say such a thing. 'Could it be...' Ayako was so nervous she felt dizzy.

"I never knew before..." Her husband muttered to himself, then licked it with his tongue.

A sweet, itchy sensation surged through her, and Ayako's lower body throbbed: 'Unlike my husbands before...'

She had licked before, but never with such persistence and greed in playing with it there. Ayako quickly began to sob, twisting

her hips , reaching orgasm.

Her husband, only naked from the waist down, immediately penetrated her, then began thrusting. There had never been such rough

behavior before, but there was no enjoyment like with Masaki, only hurried movements. Even so, Ayako was still

sexy.

Her husband's genitals, which had been estranged for a long time, did not shrink midway, bringing Ayako to orgasm. "Ah...

okay...let's do it together..." Ayako hugged her husband tightly, arching her hips, and her husband thrust forcefully again, giving Ayako a second

orgasm.

"I'm going to cum!" Her husband's voice caused Ayako to ejaculate again.

Semen sprayed deep into her body, and she felt the afterglow of her orgasm...

Final Chapter

After her husband left, Ayako went into the bedroom and saw a white envelope on the dressing table, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Uneasy, I opened the envelope and gasped – a Polaroid

photograph …

It was a close-up of a woman's genitals, fingers with red nail polish boldly parting the labia, clearly revealing the pink

vaginal opening, with a two- or three-centimeter-long black mole on the labia. Inside the envelope was also a letter.

"Dear Ayako:

I've felt something strange about you and Masaki since a certain period. That 'certain period

' – it started when Masaki stopped coming to our house. So I remembered that

night we went to Masaki's solo exhibition, wondering if something happened between you two after you got home, though

I wasn't sure at the time.

But yesterday, when I was drinking with Masaki, he showed me this photo. Masaki probably thought

I wouldn't be able to tell which woman it was from such a close-up, and that he was just using it as

a bit of fun at the party!

Of course, when I saw the photo, I didn't think it was yours either, but I noticed a large

black mole, so I asked Masaki for the photo. He hesitated, but I insisted on showing it

to other people at other parties."

I don't mean to blame you, and I know the responsibility lies with me. Perhaps

you'll be surprised, but I know about the affair Kyoko introduced you to men, and that those

men have sadistic tendencies. To say I knew is an understatement; it's more accurate to say I asked Kyoko to do it.

The reason I did this is because of your sexual orientation, but I also need to tell

you what I've been hiding from you. I'll tell you everything after I return from my business trip.

In short, your affair with Masaki was quite unexpected for me too. I plan to

talk to Masaki after I return from my business trip, and then invite him and Kyoko over for a party. It'll definitely be a very enjoyable party

. It will certainly be a new beginning for us as a couple."

Ayako finished reading the letter and stood there blankly.

The phone rang; it was probably Masaki calling, intending to enjoy himself to the fullest while her husband was away

…

[The End]

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