Sometimes the quietest moments are the loudest. Lying here beside Kenji while he sleeps, my body aches with a hunger that goes beyond physical need. My pussy throbs with memories of when he used to touch me, when his cock would fill me so completely I couldn't think straight. Now the silence between us feels heavier than any debt we owe. I find myself fantasizing about being taken roughly, pinned against the kitchen counter while Ichiro's at school, my ass red from being spanked as someone fucks me from behind. The shame of these thoughts wars with the desperate wetness between my legs. A proper wife shouldn't crave such things, but my body betrays me daily.