Before and After Training a Married Woman (Part 2)

Before and After the Training of a Married Woman (Part 2)

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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 tell me anything about Mr. Uno."

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. But isn't it good for the outcome? Ayako herself has that kind of nature, so if she's going to have an affair,
isn't that kind of stimulation good?"

After Kyoko said this, Ayako could no longer complain.

"In this respect, there are many unique clients in my shop. Ayako, as long as you're interested, I can introduce as many as you want."

"Really... if I talk to you like this, I'll be corrupted more and more."

"You've already gone down this path."

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

From then on, she would have sex with men introduced by Kyoko once or twice a month. Ayako herself
could hardly , but once she shed her ladylike facade, she couldn't stop herself. Whether it was unique to her or true for all women, Ayako
herself wasn't sure…

However, she would never see a man she had a relationship with a second time.

Initially, this was to avoid developing feelings, but later Ayako felt that changing men brought her fresh anticipation and excitement, believing it 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 resist and had unusual fetishes.

One politician, not yet forty, entered a hotel and immediately demanded that the married Ayako change into a high school girl's uniform he had brought, then raped her.

Seeing Ayako dressed as a high school girl would arouse 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, immediately penetrating her without any foreplay. When Ayako expressed pain, he would quickly ejaculate.

For a man, raping a virgin in a school uniform might be very exciting. But only this time did it remind Ayako of the unsatisfying sexual encounters with her husband.

Her husband seemed completely unaware of Ayako's affair. He still couldn't satisfy Ayako sexually, but he was indeed a gentle husband. Ayako,
in , played the role of a wise wife in front of such a husband. The guilt and the satisfaction of her sexual dissatisfaction transformed into more considerate care for
her husband and son.

Three months passed like this. During that time, several men passed over Ayako.

Every 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 an early summer afternoon.

Sunlight reflected off the hotel entrance, which was illuminated by the sunlight. The revolving door's glass rotated as people entered and exited.

When she met the man Kyoko first introduced to her... the writer Kotaro Uno, Ayako, still confused before arriving at the hotel, was led to
her final decision by this revolving door.

Inside that revolving door was an Ayako that her husband didn't recognize. As Ayako emerged from the revolving door, she was once again Shu's wife…

Watching the revolving door turn, Ayako began to think it was a simple matter.

She picked up the bill from the table and stood up.

She walked out of the café, crossed the intersection, arrived at the hotel, and pushed open the revolving door to go inside.

Kyoko said 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 this kind of appearance—would he have sadistic tendencies?

Ayako found it amusing and walked towards the man with a smile. When the man noticed her, he showed a surprised expression.

Men from the past had all made the same expression at that moment. Ayako already knew it was because of her charm.

Imai immediately headed for the elevator. Ayako followed behind.

As they entered the elevator together, Imai, with his baby face, nervously bombarded them with kisses, saying,

"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 what others thought than Ayako.

"Okay,"

Ayako replied seriously, suppressing a laugh.

She suddenly remembered her first visit to this hotel three months ago. She 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. Ayako was wearing extremely sexy black underwear.

Imai seemed quite pleased with this pose, his expression revealing his delight.

"Just take off your bra and panties, keep the garter belt and stockings."

"Yes..."

Ayako was very obedient, especially when she took off her bra and panties, she deliberately made it look very sexy...

Imai, with a look of intoxication in his eyes, was already erect. Surprisingly, contrary to his baby face, he had a huge penis.

This time it was Ayako's turn to look intoxicated. Just that, and her flower core felt itchy, and immediately overflowed with hot honey.

At this moment, Imai opened his purse. He took out a leather whip with a tassel at the end and a dog collar with a strap, then put the dog collar around Ayako's neck,
held the strap, and commanded:

"Do you understand? From now on, you are a bitch. First, you have to kneel down and greet like a bitch."

When Ayako knelt down, the whip immediately struck her shoulder, Ayako groaned and bent her upper body.

"You haven't answered yet."

"Ah...yes..."

"Then replace greetings with sucking."

"Yes..."

Ayako obeyed the order.

He cupped the enormous penis in his hands. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the terrifyingly large, umbrella-shaped glans.

As he licked, he imagined what it would be like when it went inside him… His body trembled involuntarily, and he felt dizzy.

Slowly, he swallowed the glans into his mouth.

To penetrate, one has to open their mouth to its limit, making it impossible to skillfully use the tongue. Furthermore, when moving the head to rub with the mouth, it hits the throat, causing
difficulty breathing.

Despite this, the frantic sucking and rubbing excites her like a drunkard.

After licking for a while, Imai, perhaps unable to resist any longer, stepped back and said,

"Go to the bed, in a doggy-style position, raise your ass so I can see your vulva."

Ayako adopted Imai's request, her body burning with shame.

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

Ayako knew this all too well; the intense shame turned into extreme excitement, her raised buttocks involuntarily writhing.

Suddenly, the glans pressed against her flesh, rubbing up and down.

"Ah…"

Ayako trembled, writhing her buttocks wantonly. At this moment, Imai's fingers touched her anus.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

He rubbed the glans against her labia and rubbed his fingers against her anus.

"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 wriggle her hips.

"Which is better, the front or the back?"

"Both are good..."

"What a greedy bitch."

Imai said, then inserted his penis into her vagina. But after inserting only the glans, he began to thrust, making lewd squelching 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.

The itching deep inside her vagina during the thrusting made Ayako want to cry. In addition, the feeling of the glans hooking into her vagina made Ayako's lower body tremble.

"Judging from your expression, you already want it. But I can't give it to you yet."

Imai pulled his glans out and said,

"I have to punish this lewd ass first."

After saying that, he whipped her buttocks with a leather whip, tied Ayako, who was lying face down, to the bed in a spread-eagle position, and whipped her buttocks repeatedly.

Her buttocks were burning hot and itchy...

Bound to the bed in a starfish position, Ayako felt an intense, inverted sensuality, her breathing becoming irregular. A burning, restless feeling washed over her.

The restraints were released.

"You don't seem to dislike the whip,"

Imai said, turning Ayako's body so she lay on her back. Looking at the excited Ayako, he laughed,

"Can't take it, can you? Now masturbate for me."

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

"I said, you masturbate for me."

"This…"

Ayako couldn't speak.

"Hurry up and masturbate for me."

Imai forcefully spread Ayako's legs, as if threatening to whip her if she didn't comply, rubbing the tassel of the whip against her inner thighs. Ayako was terrified, and
could only tremble as she touched her lower abdomen.

How could she masturbate in front of a man…?

A strong sense of shame arose, but also an equal sense of excitement.

At that moment, the image of a hotel revolving door flashed into her mind.

A door that kept spinning… Ayako entered it, and became another Ayako. Abandoning the facade of a virtuous wife, she secretly indulged in the allure of another sexy
woman …

At Imai’s command, she raised her knees, boldly parted her legs, and caressed her breasts with one hand while stroking her labia with the other.

Then, she gently rubbed her clitoris in circles.

Imai sat in a chair, gazing at Ayako’s movements from the front.

The shame and stimulation of being stared at made Ayako even more excited, so she reached orgasm faster than when masturbating alone, and a
fiery desire surged forth that surprised even herself.

“Ah… good… ah…”

Her clitoris quickly swelled, the pleasure intensified, and the flowing fluid dripped onto her perineum and anus.

Sobbing, Ayako’s buttocks writhed rhythmically up and down.

“No… ah… I’m about to come…”

“Come on!”

“Ah… I’m… I’m… I’m…”

She experienced a trembling pleasure throughout her body, simultaneously squeezing her legs together and desperately twisting her buttocks to reach orgasm.

"Good, bitch, crawl over here."

Hearing the command, Ayako lazily lifted her 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 he might lash her if things went wrong.

As she twisted her tongue over her anus, his enormous penis bounced against her face, intensifying Ayako's excitement.

He would definitely use this enormous penis to rape her from both ends… Ayako had such expectations. She hoped for a hard penetration, and she hoped for a hard ejaculation…

"Ah… spank my ass…"

Ayako proactively requested.

A few days later, on a Saturday, her husband unusually stayed home from work. 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 would return around 3 PM.

Ayako left home at 1 PM.

This time, Ayako herself broke the rule of not seeing the same man a second time, and secretly met with the women's university associate professor, Imai, without Kyoko

's knowledge. Ayako couldn't forget her infatuation with Imai.

After being violently whipped, she even masturbated in front of him. Ayako even actively asked to be whipped. At the height of her excitement, she was violated in her vagina and
anus . The indescribable pleasure lingered even to this day. Not only that, but just thinking about it made her body
burn with an itchy sensation. However, it was Imai who asked to meet again. When Ayako said she wouldn't meet the same man a second time and refused, Imai
still said he would wait for her, unilaterally deciding the time and place to meet.

Although it was an early summer afternoon, the weather was overcast, and while waiting for a taxi on the street, it unexpectedly started to rain. I waited and waited, but no empty bus came, so I decided to take one from
the bus stop. I went home first to get my umbrella. Not wanting to run into my husband again, I quietly went into the entryway to get the umbrella when I thought I heard
something unusual. Almost instinctively, I quietly went into the bedroom. I heard soft breathing; the sound was coming from the bedroom.

Could it be my husband? ……………

Her heart began to pound. She hesitated, feeling she shouldn't peek, but couldn't resist checking, so she gently pushed open the door a crack and peeked into the bedroom.

In that instant, Ayako froze, unable to believe it was real.

Her husband was masturbating, wearing women's underwear.

He was wearing a purplish-red bra and panties, his penis protruding from the side of the panties, which he was constantly rubbing.

That underwear wasn't Ayako's.

Her husband held the phone receiver to his ear, a look of ecstasy on his face. He was probably talking on the phone with someone while indulging in masturbation.

Then, hearing her husband's words, Ayako doubted her ears. But there was no doubt; the words still echoed in her ears.

"There won't be any problems, Ayako has gone out… Ah… Queen Kyoko… more…"

There was no doubt, that's what her husband said.

Queen Kyoko? Kyoko… that Kyoko was her husband's queen…?

Ayako felt as if she'd been slapped, standing dazedly by the door. But for some reason, the image of the hotel door kept spinning in her mind.

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Chapter Four: The Joy of Being Photographed

When Ayako returned home after seeing Yusuke off on the kindergarten shuttle bus, her husband was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, a robe over his pajamas. A warbler

was singing in its cage by the window. The sunlight streaming onto the balcony gave a sense of impending heat.

Although it was exactly the same morning as usual, Ayako's mood was brighter than ever as she began clearing the breakfast dishes, because
her husband going on a three-day, two-night business trip to Kansai.

The old Ayako wouldn't have been this happy in this situation. 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 activity, Ayako had completely changed. No, Ayako's change should be attributed to her relationship with a man named Masaki
. Knowing her husband had unusual sexual fetishes, Ayako was greatly shocked for a time, and of course, she considered divorce, but
thinking of young Yusuke, she couldn't easily divorce her husband. Therefore, she also thought that she could enjoy the pleasure of infidelity even more in the future, without any sense of guilt. But she seemed to be deliberately defying her husband, even losing the desire to have an affair.

She hadn't told Kyoko about her husband's affair with her. If she did, and it reached her husband's ears, their marriage would be beyond repair.

Ayako thought that Kyoko, through her introductions and affairs with men, would never tell her husband. Even if he did know, he would put
aside his affair with Kyoko 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. Not only that, Ayako
also Ayako had the intention to agree to meet with men, meaning she should take responsibility. Therefore, she couldn't blame Kyoko. To blame
Kyoko would be to humiliate 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 by now..."

"What?"

Her husband looked up at his watch.

"I forgot to tell you, I decided to take the later train, so I still have over an hour..."

He said casually, then looked back down at his newspaper.

"If that's the case, you should have told me sooner..."

Ayako regretted her sharp tone as she blurted it out.

"Even though it's changed, it's only an hour."

Her husband replied casually, still looking at his 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, quickly turned away and continued 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 his newspaper again. Their conversation ended there.

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 had some very good wine, so he'll send some over. Actually, that's just an excuse; he probably wants to eat the food and drinks you make."

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. When did her husband and Masaki discuss this? ... As if answering this question, her husband said,

"Last night, there was something that needed to be discussed immediately, so I went to Masaki's studio."

It was probably after Ayako left; before that, Ayako was at Masaki's studio, and it's very likely that the afterglow of their affair remained there.

She wondered if her husband had any feelings about it...

Ayako felt sweat seeping from her armpits. Pretending to be nonchalant, concealing her inner turmoil, she turned to her husband and asked,

"Did you drink together afterwards?"

Her husband was still flipping through the newspaper.

"Yes, it was a pleasant conversation."

Her husband came home at 2 AM as usual last night, and he was drunk.

"You invited Mr. Masaki over, didn't you?"

"I didn't invite 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 don't welcome him either." "

Why?"

"I don't like rude people like that."

Her husband suddenly laughed loudly.

"It's rare for you to be so frank. He said he wanted to take nude photos of you, and that he should do it now. Are you still angry about that?"

"Not just that, everything about him."

"That's serious... but is that really the case?"

"Why do you ask..."

"I didn't realize you hated him to this extent. At least that's not how I see it." "

You and Mr. Masaki aren't just professionally related, you're also good friends. How could I openly show my dislike?"

"So, you're saying you've been tolerating it all along?"

"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 husband were both thirty-eight years old. He was a well-known photographer in the field of nude photography. He also worked on commercials
. They met when Masaki worked at Tachibana's advertising agency, and he started coming to their house frequently afterward.

Sometimes Masaki came alone, and sometimes with Tachibana's colleagues or people related to his work.

When he came, he would either play mahjong or drink and eat Ayako's cooking.

Masaki was still single. Therefore, he was very interested in Ayako's home-cooked meals and praised them without reservation.

Not only that, but in front of Tachibana or others, he would praise Ayako's charm from a photographer's perspective, making Ayako feel embarrassed.

But it was hard 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. He once said that if she divorced Tachibana, she would marry him, which
made smile bitterly and say,

"Please don't try to sway my wife like that!" He

always said this, so it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth.

A month after Ayako learned of her husband's unusual sexual fetish, one night, he invited several people related to his work over for drinks.

Masaki was one of them.

After drinking, the men's conversation became increasingly heated.

Ayako needed to use the restroom. The restroom was at the end of the hallway after leaving the living room. The door led to the sink, and further in were the bathroom and toilet.

After leaving the restroom, Ayako faced the mirror at the sink and tidied her hair, which was loose over her shoulders.

That night, Ayako wore a white silk blouse and a black long skirt. She had a pearl necklace with three loops around her neck. The neckline was very low-cut; it was the first time she had worn it since buying
it , and 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 shirt, it's absolutely gorgeous."

Masaki's compliment was exaggerated, but Ayako didn't find it unpleasant.

When Ayako saw herself in the mirror, she inexplicably remembered 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 and suddenly placed 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 no longer his usual one; it was serious. It seemed like something was on his mind.

Ayako smiled. Because she knew Masaki would joke with that same expression as usual.

In that instant, Masaki turned Ayako around and pressed his lips to hers.

"I love you."

He said hastily, then eagerly kissed Ayako's red lips. Only then did Ayako think of resisting. But she was held tightly and couldn't push
him away . Masaki forced his tongue in, and Ayako gritted her teeth in refusal.

Breathing became difficult.

In the instant she gasped for air, Masaki's tongue slipped in. His tongue found Ayako's, and they intertwined.

Ayako hesitated, her hands hesitant to push Masaki away, but still wrapped around his neck.

Ayako's eyes were open, but not at Masaki, but at the door. Masaki was the same.

Someone could come in at any moment. The thought made her feel almost powerless with tension and fear, but on the other hand, a dizzying excitement arose.

Masaki's kiss was incredibly passionate. Before she knew it, Ayako had also slipped her tongue into his mouth, their tongues passionately intertwining.

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 briefs.

When Masaki's hand touched her lower abdomen, Ayako shook her head in protest. But Masaki didn't release Ayako's red lips.

Ayako's body was pushed against the sink.

Masaki's hand slid in from under her panties, 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 alluring breaths.

When his lips left hers, she hurriedly said,

"No!"

"So it's already wet down there..."

Masaki said in a surprised tone, ignoring Ayako's reaction and continuing to thrust his fingers in and out. Ayako couldn't help but moan.

It had been a month since she stopped having an affair. During this time, she hadn't had sex with her husband, and her mature body
, having been trained by men with sadistic tendencies, was more sensitive. Her sexual desire was also stronger than before the affair. 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. She was so impulsive 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 if it's just the two of you together?"

"I don't know..."

Ayako blurted out something she herself felt was inappropriate.

When Masaki's fingers were pulled 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.

His joking and compliments to Ayako were the same as before, but there was a shared secret between Masaki and Ayako, so a subtle change occurred.

But this didn't mean that Ayako had agreed to Masaki's advances. Masaki was not only her husband's work partner, but also a friend, even though it was also an affair, unlike the men
Kyoko introduced. To Ayako, Masaki was always frivolous, not her type.

Even so, Ayako could no longer ignore Masaki's flattery that she had previously laughed off. She felt mocked and strangely angry.

And then there's Masaki's expression when he secretly watches Ayako, hiding it from her husband… That look confuses Ayako, yet she can't ignore it; instead, she becomes 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 really wants you to go; I'll get scolded if I don't take you."

Ayako couldn't insist, so she reluctantly went along.

First, she took Yusuke to her parents' house.

After visiting the photography exhibition, the three of them had dinner, then went to the bar her husband frequented.

While they were drinking, she received a call for her husband; it was from his company.

He wasn't calling Ayako, but Masaki, saying he had an urgent matter and might not need much time
. He asked if she wanted to continue drinking there or come home and wait for him.

"Since it won't take long, I'll come to your house first,"

Masaki said, seemingly already 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 and asked Ayako for her thoughts.

Having already asked her at the bar, Ayako repeated the same question.

"Aren't you angry about what happened last time?"

Masaki said, trying to hold Ayako's hand, but she immediately pulled her hand away and turned her face away.

Ayako was angry and upset, but not entirely at Masaki; she was angry at her husband for bringing them together.

Upon arriving home, Ayako had Masaki sit in the living room before preparing food and drinks. Then she left him and went into the bedroom.

Because of what had happened last time, facing him would feel like agreeing to his demands, and her heart was pounding so hard she could barely breathe.

Closing the bedroom door, Ayako sighed deeply.

Now she was alone at home with Masaki, and the thought filled her with intense fear and her racing heart made her unsteady.

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 penetrating her that night.

Not only that, but she also felt the sensation of his fingers rubbing inside her again, causing an itchy sensation.

Just then, she suddenly felt someone behind her. Turning around quickly, she saw Masaki standing in the doorway.

She wanted to scream, but Ayako gasped. Masaki was naked from the waist down, and his penis was erect.

Just like that night, Masaki wore a very serious expression. However, Ayako only glanced at Masaki before staring wide-eyed at his penis,
her body seemingly immobilized by a magic spell. Masaki approached.

"No...you can't..."

Ayako weakly shook her head, murmuring. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say the words of refusal.

Ayako's hand was grabbed.

"This time, you can touch mine."

He pulled Ayako's hand to his penis.

Upon touching the hot, erect penis, Ayako immediately tried to pull her hand away. However, when Masaki forced her to touch it, Ayako could no longer refuse.
As she actively gripped his penis, her body began to tremble. The two of them collapsed on the spot, their bras roughly pulled down, and Masaki immediately pressed his face against the
exposed breasts.

He sucked on her nipples, rubbing them with his tongue, while simultaneously kneading her breasts with both hands...

Masaki's body moved downwards, pulling down his briefs, his face pressed against Ayako's crotch.

As she felt the smooth tongue on her vulva, 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 kept swirling on her labia. A burst of intense pleasure, like an electric current, coursed through Ayako's body.

But she didn't know when her husband would return.

Hurry...hurry... "

Ayako pleaded silently. Caught between intense fear and pleasure, Ayako realized that she also longed for Masaki's arrival.
She also knew that her constant rejection of Masaki was an attempt to deny her feelings for this man. Masaki

's breathing was rapid, and he continued licking. She didn't know how much time had passed, but Ayako twisted her hips, feeling as if a long time had gone by. She worried that her husband would suddenly
appear, yet her body remained so aroused.

"Ah...hurry...hurry up..."

Ayako could feel herself lewdly twisting her hips, pleading with Masaki.

Masaki looked up at Ayako, whose gaze was fixed on the door of the dressing room.

Her legs were spread apart, and his glans found the entrance to her vagina, brutally penetrating.

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 hit the wall.

Masaki's rhythmic movements grew faster and more intense, making Ayako feel as if his penis was a locomotive.

The brutal sensation was intense, pleasure shooting from her uterus to the top of her head. Ayako continued to stare at the now barely visible door of the dressing room,
moaning lasciviously.

"Ah…yes…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 burning and numbing. So good, the pleasure reached its peak.

"Ah...I'm...I'm..."

"Ugh..."

Ayako convulsed as Masaki's hot penis swelled and throbbed, beginning to ejaculate. Ayako's body trembled violently, and she
closed her eyes , seeing nothing.

Since that night, Masaki hadn't come to Ayako's house again. She wondered if her husband had discovered that it was
after Masaki and his wife had an affair. Ayako saw her husband return from the bathroom and said,

"Want another cup of coffee?"

"Sure,"

her husband said, then went into the study.

Ayako put the kettle on the gas stove to make more coffee.

Masaki hadn't come again, but that didn't mean their relationship was over. After that incident, the two continued their trysts until now.

Initially, they used hotels. A married woman having an affair with a single man who is also her husband's friend, driven by a strong sense of guilt, leads to even more frenzied sex.

Ayako doesn't love Masaki, yet she falls to this point entirely because of his attitude and sexual style.

His behavior is masculine ferocity, coupled with stripping away a woman's pretense piece by piece, leaving her naked inside and out, thus deriving pleasure from it.

And... what truly captivated Ayako about Masaki didn't happen at the hotel, but rather during her first visit to his apartment.

The apartment was spacious, divided into a studio and a private room.

His private room was impeccably organized. Although it was only one room, it was divided into a bedroom, living room, and dining room using furniture and evergreen plants.

"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."

"Are you mocking me?"

Masaki smiled wryly.

"Well, I'll 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 of love, but she was also quite pleased and wanted
to hear more from him.

"So, were your previous partners all young women?"

"More or less."

"Why would a woman like you choose me, a married woman?"

Masaki lit a cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully towards the ceiling.

"There are two reasons. First, because you're a married woman. Isn't there a saying, 'One thief, two maids'? 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 really is."

"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 couldn't help but reciprocate 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. Well, 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 also made Ayako say those words, and when she said them, she would become so excited that she was about to climax.

Since marrying her husband, he had never said such words during sex. It had always been done silently. When she told Masaki about this, he seemed
very surprised.

"Don't you like it?"

Masaki rubbed his lips against Ayako's earlobe, speaking softly, while simultaneously slipping his hand under her skirt.

"I like it…"

The lewd atmosphere made Ayako's voice a little hoarse.

"Like what?"

"Hole…"

As Ayako said it, her whole body immediately turned into a ball of fire. She could feel the honey-like fluid overflowing from her labia.

"That's right. Today, I'm going to teach you a very fun game that this wife who likes holes plays."

Masaki smiled knowingly and asked Ayako to take off her clothes on the spot. Ayako hesitated a little, the sunlight streaming in from the window making 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 your body 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 crotch was already erect.

"Don't look at me like that..."

Ayako lowered her head in embarrassment.

Ayako was very confident in her body. Smooth, fair skin, breasts that were neither too big nor too small, slightly upturned nipples,
a slender , 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."

When Ayako looked up, she was surprised 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 during intercourse between husband and wife, so this is your first time, of course."

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."

"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. 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 resentful when they're tied up, which is understandable. Once you're tied up like this, it's up to me how I handle you."

"What do you want?"

Ayako was secretly excited.

"Well... first, you have to swear to be a slave."

"Slave..."

Ayako gasped. She saw Masaki take 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, Ayako's heart pounded with excitement. Ever since experiencing a sadistic game
like , 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 ritual of becoming a slave. Ayako deliberately hesitated, and the whip in Masaki's hand immediately flew over and struck her buttocks.

"Ah..."

Ayako knelt down excitedly.

Masaki's penis was semi-erect, as his hands were bound and he couldn't use them. He tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and

licked the glans before taking it into his 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 writhes like that is horny. I like Ayako like this."

Hearing Masaki say this, Ayako felt even more like a horny, wanton woman, and became even more excited.

"That's enough, your vow to be a slave is complete."

Masaki made Ayako stand up.

"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 said deliberately in a protesting tone.

"A very pretty ass, you'll definitely like the whip."

After saying that, Masaki pulled Ayako onto the bed, made her lie face down, and tied her legs to the bed as well. Ayako's legs formed an "X" shape.

"Ah...don't hit me..."

Ayako realized she would be whipped and pleaded excitedly. Because she already knew that this would further incite the man's sadistic desires.

Hearing the sound of the whipping and feeling pain in her buttocks, Ayako groaned and twisted her buttocks at the same time. But her body was tied up, and she couldn't twist as she pleased, only able
to undulate like small waves. The whip continued to lash. Each time, Ayako groaned and twisted her buttocks. She felt her buttocks burning hot, but there was no way to relieve it.

"Why are you twisting your buttocks like that?"

Masaki said mockingly, rubbing the tip of the whip against her buttocks.

"No...more..."

Ayako couldn't help but raise her buttocks to their maximum extent, twisting impatiently.

"You seem to be getting hot."

Masaki lashed the whip again. Hot... her buttocks felt like they were on fire.

"No... please have mercy on me..."

Ayako gasped. At the same time, her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Ugh..."

she moaned, her body stiffening as orgasm overwhelmed her.

"You seem to have come. You're like this the first time, you have a masochistic streak."

Masaki was somewhat surprised, feeling a pleasurable sensation as he stroked her hot buttocks.

Masaki's hand touched her labia.

"So much came out, like urine, even the sheets are wet."

He said things that made Ayako blush, continuing to play with her petals.

At this moment, Masaki untied the ropes binding her feet, making her lie on her back.

He immediately bound her feet again.

Ayako panicked this time, her knees bound, then the ropes were pulled to the bed frame beside the pillow and tied.

"Ah... no..."

In this lewd position, shame made Ayako's voice hoarse.

"It looks so beautiful."

"Ah...don't look..."

Ayako turned her face away.

"Feeling good to be appreciated like this, huh?"

She felt like she was about to faint. Masaki's voice seemed to come from the water. She felt a piercing gaze on her vulva. Her clitoris twitched involuntarily.

"You'll resent that rope now, won't you? This wonderful feeling of being bound is addictive."

Masaki's words sounded like a spell. His hand parted the petals to the left and right again.

"Oh, I never noticed before, there's a mole in a place like this."

Hearing Masaki's surprised voice, Ayako also looked at her vulva.

"Look. On the inside of the petals."

Indeed, on the wet, sticky surface, there was a mole two or three meters in diameter? Ayako herself didn't know there was a mole there.

"This is a mole of lust."

Masaki said, while stroking her clitoris.

Ayako thought to herself, I am lustful, that's why I'm suitable to be with a man like you.

The intense pleasure made Ayako moan, and she couldn't help but twist her buttocks.

Ayako watched the bubbles rising in her coffee, thinking:

My husband definitely doesn't know I have a mole there; it was a man other than him who discovered it… This alone speaks volumes about our
marriage . Her husband was still in the study, checking documents from his business trip, and hadn't come out yet.

Masaki skillfully played with her clitoris, making Ayako almost unbearable, then mysteriously said,

"Do you want this thing?"

It was an adult toy with two protrusions, one large and one small… an electric dildo.

It was the first time Ayako had ever seen one in person. The large protrusion mimicked the shape of a penis, with a smaller protrusion next to it, like a teddy bear.

Masaki turned it on and laughed, saying,

"The large one is for the vagina, and the small one is for the clitoris. Both are stimulated at the same time, so it's fantastic."

Ayako gasped.

The electric dildo emitted a deep motor sound. The penis-shaped head and waist twisted, and the small bear vibrated simultaneously.

What happened after this thing was inserted was obvious. Just looking at it made her body tremble, and she felt her labia twitching.

Masaki slowly inserted the dildo into her wet clitoris.

The moment the dildo touched her, Ayako cried out. The dildo rotated and twisted inside her, creating subtle vibrations. A powerful sensuality
surged , causing her to moan and groan uncontrollably. The vibrations stimulating her clitoris created a burning pleasure
that merged with the sensations inside her vagina. Ayako screamed, writhing wildly.

Countless times, her senses went numb, and she could only perceive sensations; even breathing became painful. 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. When the dildo finally stopped and was withdrawn, a strong afterglow lingered, and her body continued to convulse.

"This is your first time; you probably overstimulated it,"

Masaki's smiling voice seemed to come from afar. She awoke from her semi-conscious state to the sensation of his fingers. He was caressing her anus.

"Ah...no there..."

Ayako said, her body and mind still feeling frenzied. A finger slowly penetrated. For a moment, she felt suffocated; the finger wriggled 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 either?"

"No...ah...my body feels strange...what should I do...?"

"Is it alright?"

Ayako nodded immediately when Masaki asked.

"Then, let's try it here."

Ayako nodded excitedly again.

Masaki first untied the ropes and made Ayako take a doggy-style position.

Ayako relaxed her abdominal muscles and raised her buttocks. Based on past experience, she knew that this would emphasize the mature beauty of her buttocks and arouse a man's desire.
Moreover, 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 been stimulated by the dildo, she now felt very docile towards the man's real penis.

"Ah...so comfortable...good..."

Masaki's actions intoxicated Ayako, and she couldn't help but express her true feelings.

"Where is good?"

"Vulva..."

Ayako became even more excited by her own answer.

"What a lewd wife."

Masaki twisted his penis inside Ayako's body.

"It's all your fault...ah...good..."

As she cried out in pleasure, Masaki pulled out of Ayako's body.

Then, just as Ayako had hoped, Masaki's fingers touched her anus, applying something like cream...maybe Vaseline...while massaging.

Her anus gradually relaxed with each thrust. The sensation of her entire body being rubbed, coupled with the masochistic anticipation of her anus being violated, caused Ayako to involuntarily
twist her raised buttocks.

Masaki positioned his penis directly there.

"Be gentle..."

"A married woman speaking like a virgin."

Masaki's glans penetrated.

Ayako gripped the sheets and groaned. She felt no pain; the sensation of dilation and penetration felt like an arousal instrument, reaching its peak and then
losing its effectiveness.

She quickly reached the peak of her sensuality, but unlike the sensation in her vagina earlier, it was a state of extreme
excitement, ...and she maintained this state.

As Masaki slowly began to move, Ayako lost her normal state.

"Ah...okay...my body feels weird...I'm going crazy..."

That was the state of madness. Just as Masaki had said, she felt like a female dog. She couldn't remember what happened afterward, only that she remembered saying
some obscene things.

Anal sex can give women intense erotic pleasure.

"About Masaki..."

Her husband came out of the study and was drinking coffee with Ayako when he suddenly remembered something and said,

"If you don't want to, you can refuse."

Ayako put down her coffee cup and looked at her husband.

"Are you saying it's because of me?"

"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 throwing a tantrum."

"I'm not throwing a tantrum."

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 panicked state, Ayako hurriedly looked at him, but he
didn't care about . At that moment, her husband picked up an electric razor and began shaving.

The electric sound reminded Ayako of her passionate encounter with Masaki the day before.

Yesterday, in his studio… before her husband arrived… she was bound and played with by an electric dildo, which was simultaneously inserted into her vagina and anus…

Just as Masaki had called it “training,” Ayako's body, after his development, no longer disliked this behavior and even requested it.

Afterwards, Masaki brought out a camera, saying he wanted to take pictures.

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, which didn'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 between his legs and pressed the shutter.

In that instant, a tickling sensation ran through her lower body, and she felt her own fluids flowing out.

"Oh, it's flowing out... Taking pictures must be exciting, right?"

Masaki was right; the lens felt like an eye staring into that area. The sound of the shutter clicking turned into the sensation of being licked or caressed.

Masaki then ordered Ayako to use her hands to spread her petals as much as possible. Ayako did as she was told, and the shamelessness and the thrill of being voyeurized excited her even more, intoxicating her in a dizzying
pleasure...

"Why are you spacing out?"

Hearing her husband's voice, Ayako woke up. Sometime later, the electric razor had stopped making any noise.

"Nothing..."

Ayako hurriedly tried to grab the coffee cup to go to the kitchen, but her husband suddenly grabbed her hand. He had never seen such a serious and terrifying expression on her face before.

"You..."

Ayako felt scared.

Her husband, who had stood up, hugged her tightly and forced a kiss, and she heard the sound of the coffee cup shattering on the floor.

Ayako let out a groan.

Her husband put his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues intertwined. He sucked hard on her tongue, and she felt pain at the root of her tongue. Her husband then pushed Ayako to the ground.

"Ah...no..."

Ayako cried out, tense and terrified. Her husband silently lifted his apron and skirt, roughly pulling off his pantyhose and briefs, then forcefully spreading her legs.

"This..."

Ayako involuntarily turned her face away, feeling dizzy from the intense sunlight streaming in. Her husband's fingers pulled apart her labia.

"Don't do this!"

Ayako's voice trembled, desperately twisting her hips.

"There's a mole here..."

She never imagined her husband would say such a thing.

Could it be...? Ayako felt dizzy with nervousness.

"I never knew before..."

her husband muttered to himself, then licked with his tongue. A sweet, ticklish sensation surged through her, and Ayako's lower body throbbed.

This husband was different from the ones she knew...

He had licked before, but never with such persistent and greedy caresses.

Ayako quickly began to sob, twisting her hips, reaching orgasm.

Her husband, only half-naked, immediately penetrated her, followed by thrusting. He had never been so rough before, but there was no enjoyment like with Masaki;
only hurried movements. Even so, Ayako was still sensual. Her husband's genitals, estranged for so long, hadn't shrunk midway, allowing Ayako to reach
orgasm.

"Ah…okay…together…"

Ayako hugged her husband tightly, arching her hips, and her husband thrust forcefully again. Ayako felt a second orgasm.

"I'm going to cum!"

Her husband's voice made Ayako cum again.

Semen sprayed deep inside her body, feeling the afterglow of orgasm…

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Final Chapter

After her husband left, Ayako went into the bedroom and saw a white envelope on the dressing table.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, she opened the envelope and gasped…because inside was a Polaroid photograph…

It was a close-up of a woman's genitals. Fingers painted with red nail polish boldly parted the petals, revealing two or three black moles on them.

There was also a letter inside the envelope. Dear Ayako:

I've felt something was off about you and Masaki for a while now.

That "a while"... started when Masaki stopped coming to our house. So I remembered that night we went to Masaki's solo exhibition. I wondered
if something happened between you two after you got home, though I wasn't sure at the time.

But yesterday, while drinking with Masaki, he showed me this photo. Masaki probably thought I wouldn't be able to tell which
woman . And he probably just thought it was for fun at the party. Of course, when I saw the photo, I didn't think it was you either; I just noticed
a large black mole and 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.

You might be surprised, but I know about the men Kyoko introduced you to, leading to your extramarital affair, and that those men have sadistic tendencies. To say
I know is an understatement; it's more accurate to say I asked Kyoko to do it.

As for why I'm doing this, it's because of your sexual orientation. However, I also need to tell you about something I've been hiding from you, but I'll
tell you everything after I return from my business trip.

Anyway, your situation with Masaki was quite unexpected for me as well. I plan to talk to Masaki after I get back from my business trip, and then invite him and Kyoko
over for a party. It's sure to be a very enjoyable party.

It will definitely be a new beginning for us as a couple.

Ayako finished reading the letter and stood there blankly.

The phone rang. This call must be from Masaki, who was planning to enjoy himself to the fullest while her husband was away…
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