I liked his profile as he smiled at work... I wonder when I started a relationship with him... Even now, the people around me think that we are just a boss and a subordinate. That's fine, as long as it continues like that, both Takimoto and I will be happy. I couldn't tell anyone, and no one will ever accept my "double affair." I lived a life of misunderstandings with my husband, I didn't know what love was, and I didn't even know that I was a woman. He was the one who saved me. He was the same. I thought I was consulting him about work. But before I knew it, we started listening to each other's family stories, empathizing, and supporting each other. I was happy to be able to support him Kokoro. I could see someone I could trust at work every day... The days were full of fulfillment. But people are cruel. I was no longer satisfied with just peace of mind. He began to desire me, and I began to desire him. It was quick from then on... I naturally began to lie to my husband, which I hesitated to do at first. I wanted to make love with him, I wanted to have sex with him, and if I could do that, I forced myself to make time. Somewhere in Kokoro, I was probably thinking about my guilt towards my husband and his family... But when I met him secretly and kissed him, I didn't care about anything else. I didn't care about anything anymore when I saw his thing reacting so strongly to me. I rubbed my cheek against his cock, wrapped my mouth full of saliva, and inserted his even more expanded thing into my drooling pussy. The strong and intense stimulation painted my entire mind with his colors. And yet... a sudden change came. He was transferred. At a time like this, I, the affair partner, couldn't do anything. I just had to accept it. And I prepared to break up. From then on, it was hell. I had to reject everything, his smile and his voice... But the more I rejected him, the more he wanted me. The day of our breakup was approaching. And yet... the sex he forced me to have was instinctive and felt better than anything I'd ever felt before. I wanted to break up, I had to break up...