I am a 33-year-old married woman in my sixth year of marriage.
My husband works as a salaryman at a trading company.
We were classmates in high school, started dating back then, and got married ten years later.
Last spring, we finally got our dream home and moved to this newly developed residential area.
We can manage with just my husband's salary, but I work part-time at a local supermarket to pay off the mortgage a little faster.
I've been thinking it's about time to have children.
However, after being together for over ten years, my husband seemed to have grown tired of sex with me, and it had become a once every two to three months occurrence.
In our new home, I was in high spirits.
So I felt like doing it every day.
It was in May of this year.
By then, it had been almost six months since my husband last held me, and I was feeling frustrated.
Even when I tried to initiate, he wouldn't respond...
Unable to bear the heat, I ended up registering on a dating site.
The dating site had a system to search for people of the opposite sex in the neighborhood, and I got to know someone from the same city. After two weeks of exchanging messages, we met in person.
Two stations away.
I sat on a bench, waiting for the person to arrive.
It was the man from across the street who came, looking around.
We both realized and said, "Oh? What's going on?" and "What!" We had described our meeting point in detail to each other...
It was a slightly awkward atmosphere.
But both of us knew the ultimate goal.
We got into his car and drove to a secluded place...
In the car, we talked in detail about our sexual frustrations.
We naturally kissed.
We sought each other's lips for a long time...
In that car, he confessed, and we became friends with benefits.
I learned that due to his work shifts, he had Tuesdays off.
To align with my husband's days off, I changed my work shift from weekends to request Tuesdays off.
I convinced my husband by saying I wanted to work on weekends because the hourly wage was better.
Eventually, I took Tuesdays and Saturdays off, and finally, I was embraced by the man from across the street.
Just his presence brought pleasure to my whole body.
Our bodies fit perfectly together.
It was clear in that moment that our sexual compatibility was good.
Even though I've only known two men, that compatibility felt like fate.
He was also attracted to my body, a younger married woman who hadn't given birth yet, and was aroused.
Every Tuesday was our secret meeting day.
At first, we had sex at a distant love hotel.
But around this summer, he started having sex with his wife with the curtains open.
Since they lived across the street, I could see into their bedroom.
He was showing off to me, his friend with benefits, by embracing his wife.
I found myself feeling jealous.
Watching his actions, I was overwhelmed with jealousy and masturbated intensely.
And on our meeting days, I craved him intensely.
I wanted his child, seeking his seed in my womb.
I'm having an affair...
Perhaps because of that, I act like a good wife in everyday life.
Today, I went to the hospital and found out I'm pregnant.
It's undoubtedly his child.
But my husband shouldn't know about it.
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