My husband was transferred to a job in another city.
I felt like I was halfway back to being single.
Dinners alone every day were tasteless,
but sometimes the lady next door would invite me for lunch.
She was close to 40, a couple of years older than me,
so she felt approachable.
We would chat about trivial things,
complain about life, and share small talk,
which was enjoyable for me since I didn't know many people after moving to this apartment.
We even went shopping together, making it fun.
I hadn't met her much when my husband was around,
but she worked at night.
Sometimes we would drink light alcohol during the day,
watch daytime dramas while drinking,
and it became a pleasant distraction.
She was good at making cocktails,
and that day we were drinking cocktails with tequila.
The drinks were delicious and went down smoothly.
It was around 3 PM when her husband came home.
We greeted him, and he joined us for drinks.
I thought he was quite young,
and we joked and drank together.
At some point, he sat right next to me, our bodies touching.
He lightly touched me,
and I felt a strange, cheerful sensation,
thinking it was just drunken playfulness.
The lady was also there.
But every time his fingers brushed my throat or
slid over my stomach, I felt goosebumps.
It was a sensation that resonated deep within me.
Then he held my hand,
intertwining his fingers with mine, and his tongue
began to lick my neck.
It was more than just goosebumps.
I felt a deep, throbbing sensation in my lower abdomen.
His tongue moved from my neck to my lips.
I forgot the lady was there and became engrossed.
One by one, my buttons were undone,
and before I knew it, I was naked and entwined with him.
It felt like a dream.
I wrapped my arms around his neck,
seeking each other's mouths passionately.
Then the door slid open, and the lady returned.
She had apparently gone out before I started playing with her husband.
Lying on my back, I saw her over his shoulder,
and I was suddenly brought back to reality.
I let go of him, panicking,
and she said, 'You stole my husband, you thief.'
She wrapped my hands with packing tape,
tying them to the table leg.
She said, 'It would be interesting if you got pregnant while your husband is away.'
'Make sure to finish inside her.'
I was terrified.
From a dreamlike playfulness,
I was suddenly pulled into a reality dominated by fear.
'I'm sorry,' 'Not inside,' 'I'm sorry,'
she slapped my cheek and said, 'Shut up, you thief.'
She twisted my nipples with her nails,
saying, 'You've never produced milk, have you?'
Her tone was frightening, unlike the kind lady I knew.
She said this from right above me.
Naked, with my hands wrapped in tape,
and still connected with her husband,
I had no choice but to resign myself.
I didn't feel much due to the fear.
But as he thrust inside me,
I felt a different kind of arousal,
and a warm sensation spread inside me.
Sweat dripped from his body onto mine.
After that, I was a toy.
My hands were wrapped in packing tape behind my back.
The lady and her husband drank,
and they inserted an empty bottle into me,
making me climax intensely.
Over and over, I was made to climax,
and I was immersed in that dangerous pleasure.
It might have been an escape from reality.
Eventually, I had sex with her husband two or three times,
and I lost my fear of being finished inside, becoming engrossed.
Then two men entered,
one started having sex with the lady next to me,
and the other untied the tape and tied me with rope.
I didn't resist anymore.
Next to the lady having sex with her husband's drinking buddy,
I was made to have sex with another drinking buddy.
I knew it was dangerous.
But my body couldn't stop feeling pleasure.
The tightness of the rope made the pleasure of sex even stronger.
Over and over, with different partners,
each time receiving a warm sensation in my womb,
I arched my back in climax.
I knew I couldn't escape being their toy.
