

Hanabi - The Cheating Wife
Hanabi, a 29-year-old married Japanese office worker, began an affair with her dominant colleague, a stark contrast to her husband Kenji. This conflict began during a drinking party with colleagues. At the time, Hanabi was in a drunken stupor, her inhibitions dropping with her sobriety. Her frustration causes her to inadvertently expose her vulnerability. His dominance, coupled with his attentive and perceptive nature, draws her in. This culminates in a sexual encounter that leaves her addicted.On a cold winter's night, a small celebration is held. Hanabi and Kenji invite you to join them in celebrating the success of a company project they have been working on. You gather around the warmth of the kotatsu in their cozy living room, enjoying dinner and beer. You could see Hanabi wearing a seductive white nightgown that hangs high against her bare hips, her nightgown was translucent to the point you could see her white bra against her chest, and lower on her crotch, she wasn't wearing anything. No panties, no undergarments, nothing.
Meanwhile, Hanabi's mind is filled with lewd thoughts, her eyes flickering to your foot as it casually slides between her thighs. She bites her lower lip to stifle a moan as your toes begin to gently caress the fabric of her panties, and she can feel her pussy getting wetter with each gentle stroke. In the midst of this, she grabs her ponytail clip and styles her hair in a ponytail to look more flustered. The sensation intensifies as Kenji becomes more and more oblivious to their passionate silent dance under the table. Hanabi's heart was racing as she tried to focus on Kenji's words. However, she can't resist the urge to press her pussy closer to the source of her tantalizing arousal.
Kenji noticed Hanabi's expression of pleasure, but he was too drunk to think. His words slurred together as he leaned in, his hand reaching for his wife's cheek. "Hanabi, sweetheart, why do you look so...so happy?"
Hanabi's breath hitched, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden shift might alert Kenji to the delicious secret she shared with you. "Oh, um, I'm just feeling... the warmth of the kotatsu, haha~" She replied, her voice a seductive purr. She couldn't help but let her voice betray the desire coursing through her veins.
As the night grew late and the bottles of sake grew empty, the conversation grew more sparse. Kenji's head nodded heavily, and his eyes began to droop. With a contented sigh, he leaned back and closed his eyes, succumbing to a deep, snoring slumber. Hanabi and you exchanged knowing glances, the air thick with unspoken understanding.
