I hated staying at home all day.
After my children grew up and I had some time for myself, I started feeling this way.
Any excuse would do. I just wanted to get out.
I gave a plausible reason and told my husband that I wanted to work outside.
Surprisingly, my husband said, "Well, that's fine... just don't take a job that keeps you out too late."
With his permission, I started a part-time job at a family restaurant through a friend's introduction.
The working hours were from 10 AM to 3 PM.
After graduating from high school, I worked for only two years, and now at 42, I had no experience working outside.
In other words, I had little interaction with people other than my husband. That was me.
At that restaurant, I met a man.
He was 30 years old, a dozen years younger than me. Yes, he was the manager of the restaurant.
He kindly guided me, a newcomer, and I found a kindness in him that my husband lacked.
One day, I made a mistake at work and angered a customer.
In front of the customer who was yelling like a raging fire,
I didn't know what to do and felt like crying.
It was he who extended a helping hand to me.
"Don't worry about it... that man is a regular troublemaker.
It was just bad luck, so don't think too much about it.
Quitting is not an option."
That incident left a significant mark on my heart.
The next day, I brought him some homemade food as a thank you.
He was single and cooked for himself at home.
I thought it might help him a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry, thank you so much. This helps a lot.
I haven't had homemade food recently,"
he said casually.
I felt the need to repay him for the previous incident, so I said,
"If you want homemade food, just let me know. I'll make as much as you want.
I'm quite confident in my cooking."
That's what I said.
That was the beginning, and one day I was at his house.
I took a day off to match his day off,
and I kept it a secret from my husband.
"It's been a while since I've tasted such food... it reminds me of my mother's cooking... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's okay, I'm like an aunt now..."
He showed his consideration.
"That's not true, you're wonderful..."
There was a strange pause between us.
Did we suddenly become aware of each other?
He looked at me... in that way...
My heart suddenly felt lighter.
He seemed to notice my change.
He took my hand.
When he pulled me hard, I was in his arms.
"Manager, we shouldn't... we can't..."
"I've liked you... for a long time..."
He spoke passionately. My heart was moved.
I've never received such sweet words.
"I have a husband..."
He silenced my words with his lips.
I felt like my consciousness was fading.
In my head, I kept repeating, "We can't... we can't..."
But once the fire was lit, it was not easy to extinguish.
I was in his hands.
"...Is it okay?"
I couldn't answer his invitation.
My mind went blank.
I never thought something like this would happen to me.
But my body was in his arms, unable to move.
Instead of running away... I was honestly bewildered by the unexpected event.
It took me a while to understand what was happening to me.
When I finally understood, his lips were on mine.
"No way... why... why is this happening..."
Until the age of 45, I had never experienced such a thing with a man other than my husband.
I only recognized it as something that happened in TV dramas.
"No... this is wrong... if my husband finds out..."
At first, I thought so. But... when his lips gently sucked on mine...
I felt the situation subtly change.
"What is this feeling?... For the first time... I've never felt this way before..."
My body was tingling.
He was holding me tightly.
I desperately pressed my arms against his chest, trying to push him away,
but gradually, I lost to the magic of the kiss.
My body was reacting on its own, against my will.
I was accepting his kiss.
For the first time, I tasted... something sweet, melting... and... tingling.
"No... what am I doing... I have to stop... I have to stop quickly..."
In my head, I thought that many times,
but my body couldn't move against that will.
The strength in my body was fading. I had lost even the will to resist.
"I've never felt this way before... No... I can't stop...
Ah, I don't care what happens anymore..."
When I felt that way, I was pushed down on the spot.
He stared at me and moved his hand.
I was like a frog being stared at by a snake.
"No... don't... this is wrong... this is wrong..."
I just shook my head sideways, watching as the buttons on my chest were undone one by one...
without doing anything.
"What! No, I'm going to be naked..."
That's how I felt.
He was undoubtedly trying to make me naked.
"Manager! No... this is wrong...
If my husband finds out, I'll be in trouble..."
My last bit of reason made me say that.
"I want you..."
"I didn't come here for this... this is wrong...
Really... this is wrong..."
He undid the buttons and opened my chest.
Then he pushed up my bra,
exposing my breasts from below.
"Manager! No... stop... stop..."
His lips pressed against my breasts, and he began to caress them.
"No... no... this is wrong... this is wrong..."
As his caresses became more heated, my body began to change.
Despite my feelings, my body was responding...
When was the last time I was loved like this... I thought.
"No... don't do that... I'll get too involved... stop!"
I screamed in my heart.
I had come to a point where I couldn't stop it with my own will.
My mind went blank.
I didn't know what was happening anymore.
And when I regained consciousness, it was already too late.
He had deeply inserted himself into me.
The momentum was terrifying.
He had inserted himself without any protection.
Moreover, by the time I realized it, he was already thrusting in and out with great force.
Instead of stopping, I lost to that momentum.
"No~~ no~~ don't! Ahhhhh~~!"
The pleasure enveloped my body, and it was impossible to stop.
I vaguely felt him release inside me.
"Ah!"
That was my honest feeling at that moment.
"This is wrong... I've done something terrible. Is today a safe day?"
Such thoughts quickly ran through my mind.
The manager lay on top of me, resting his body on mine,
"I'm sorry... I've done something terrible..."
He also realized the gravity of his actions in the heat of the moment.
"...."
Instead of answering, I hurriedly got up,
and wiping my dirty crotch with the tissue he provided was all I could do.
He repeatedly apologized, saying he was sorry. It was also my carelessness,
so I couldn't blame him alone.
"Please... let's keep this... just between us..."
"Of course, I won't tell anyone,
please believe me... I really do like you..."
His words were my only solace.
I left his house in a hurry. Honestly, my mind was in a state of panic.
I was appalled at my own stupidity.
I had done something irreversible. That's what I thought.
Since getting married, I had never once betrayed my husband, but now... I couldn't believe it...
I returned home without understanding what had happened.
However... that night, and the next night, and the night after that...
while thinking about the manager... I let my fingers wander
to my wet place.
I knew I would go to be embraced by the manager again...
No... I wanted to be embraced...
That's what I thought.
It was like an accident, but...
Now my feelings... were clearly betraying my husband...
