Chapter 1 — Hot Affair

I opened my eyes to the morning light and felt the emptiness beside me. Oh right—David was away on a business trip.

Outside, the monsoon rain poured down. Somehow, snow would've been nicer.

Lying there naked, I let my mind drift back to the scorching passion of last Sunday, and instantly, my lower lips grew wet.

It was Sunday, so even after waking up, I stayed curled in David's arms, playfully nuzzling against him.

`Ding-dong`

Someone was at the door. I grabbed the pajamas I'd tossed aside and hurried out—only to find a technician here for a boiler inspection.

Because of the rainy season, I'd turned on the dryer function, but it broke down. I requested service, and he showed up that Sunday morning.

I hadn't even had time to change clothes, so I just let him in and guided him inside.

He said he needed to work under the kitchen sink.

I didn't feel right just leaving him alone, so I stood nearby, watching him work.

As I gazed at the side of his face—so focused, so earnest—I felt an odd attraction stirring inside me.

Suddenly, I wanted him. Without realizing it, my pussy began soaking through.

Slowly, I pressed my bare, braless chest against his back.

I watched him flinch, and in that moment, I thought of David still asleep in the bedroom.

Ah…~

I wondered what it would be like if David weren't here at all. My body burned hotter with the thought.

I didn't mind the way he stole glances at my breasts, either.

He finished up in a fluster and hurried out. Meanwhile, David was still lazily stirring under the blankets…

I took off my pajamas again and quietly slipped back into bed beside him.

I took his hand and guided it down to my pussy.

When he felt the hot, slick wetness flowing through my valley, he jumped in surprise.

I told him I'd gotten this wet just watching the boiler man at work.

“Wow, you're such a naughty woman.”

Then he gently pulled my hand and placed it on his cock.

I closed my eyes. And as I began, I imagined that man—the repairman—just moments ago.

In my mind, he suddenly stood up, grabbed me, and pulled me into his arms.

He kissed me fiercely, then his hand slid between my legs, parting my folds as his fingers started stroking me.

My vision blurred. “Ah…~ No, stop!” I tried to push him away, but he didn't care.

Before I knew it, I had instinctively spread my legs wide, making it easier for his hand.

His lips found my pussy and began sucking.

He slurped and gulped loudly, sucking me with powerful force.

His lips were so much stronger than David's.

I reached down and pulled off his pants. His cock stood up, rigid and pointing straight at the sky.

We lay down facing opposite directions, taking each other into our mouths, burning with heat.

“Ah…~ Mister, I'm going crazy.”

I moaned without even realizing it.

“I've been longing for you too, ma'am.”

Hearing him say that, I felt a thrilling rush, as if falling endlessly off a high cliff. I clung to him tightly, trembling all over.

Hot juices gushed endlessly from my pussy.

“Ah…~ Hurry, put it in!”

I writhed in ecstasy.

His cock slowly slid inside me.

It felt like a blazing pillar, filling me completely, churning deep within.

It was hotter, harder than David's—prodding every hidden corner of my body.

Then his cock began powerful piston thrusts.

My hips rose to meet him, gripping tightly as I moved up and down with him.

“Ah…~ I'm going to come, mister…!”

“Ah… Ma'am, me too…!”

We shuddered violently, overwhelmed by a fierce orgasm.

He stayed on top of me, kissing my face and lips, holding me tightly.

“How was it, ma'am? Did you enjoy it?”

I nodded eagerly, hungrily sucking his tongue into my mouth.

For a long while, we lingered in that position, savoring the lazy Sunday morning.

Then I opened my eyes—and there he was, David, lying beside me with a satisfied smile.

So, on that Sunday morning, I released the pent-up desire I hadn't been able to satisfy the night before—all while imagining a stranger.

Sometimes, I spice things up like this, fantasizing during intimacy. It feels completely different.

A friend of mine once told me she gets incredibly turned on imagining her husband's younger brother when she's with her husband.

Another friend said she fantasizes about her daughter's private tutor. Hehehe…

Thinking about this again, my pussy starts getting wet once more.

“Maybe today, I'll try imagining my friend's husband…”