I’ve been working at a dry cleaning shop for two years now. I’m Mayuko, a 33-year-old woman. I work alongside a young 25-year-old and a lively 23-year-old woman. Though I am married and a housewife with two children, I found myself talking more and more with one regular customer during my shifts.
He often brought in his laundry on the days I worked, and when there were no other customers, we would talk for up to thirty minutes. Gradually, I started sharing my troubles about my mother-in-law and family with him. One day, he asked for my email address, and I gave it to him without hesitation. After that, we began to exchange emails frequently.
In the mornings, I would often vent about my nagging mother-in-law, and he would send me kind and encouraging words in return. His words felt like a warm balm for my lonely heart, gradually easing my feelings of isolation. I found myself opening up to him more and more.
One day, he invited me out for dinner to blow off some steam, but I initially declined, saying, “You should ask a younger girl.” That night, I sent him a message saying, “Sorry… I wouldn’t be much fun anyway.” His response, “No, you’re beautiful and valuable,” shook me. His words, affirming my worth, stirred something inside me, and I began to be drawn to him.
When I asked, “Do you really mean that?” he replied, “Yes.” I started to open up a bit more. I told him, “If I have a fight with my mother-in-law and storm out, meet me, okay?” From that point on, I could tell his view of me had changed. I began to acknowledge the budding feelings I had for him.
Our relationship progressed two months later on a Saturday. I received an email saying, “I had a fight and stormed out!” He came to pick me up, and after dinner, we ended up going to a love hotel. After taking a shower, I sat quietly on the bed and said, “Please don’t discard me after just one time?” He held me close, and we moved to the bed.
My body is slender, with no excess fat, and though my breasts are small, I have a good figure. As I moaned softly, he licked my private parts, and I started to get wet. “Let me return the favor,” I said, starting to perform fellatio. Hearing his moans, I skillfully moved my tongue even more.
“You’re really good, Mayuko,” he murmured, and I smiled as I took him deeper into my throat. Unable to resist the heat and pressure, he thrust his hips and held my head down. I closed my eyes, moving my head up and down in rhythm with his movements.
Afterward, I straddled him and inserted him myself. “Amazing…” I panted as I moved, quickly tiring out, and he switched to the missionary position, thrusting into me. His wet private part enveloped me, and I became absorbed in the sensation.
When he asked, “Doesn’t it feel good?” I replied, “I’m usually not very passionate… but it does feel good.” Feeling my slender body as he continued to thrust, my excitement peaked. “I’m going to come!” I said, and he told me, “It’s okay, let it out.” “Are you sure?” I asked, and he replied, “Yes, don’t hold back,” and with intense thrusts, he released inside me.
A moment of silence followed, and I laughed, “You’re so energetic.” We had sex two more times before dawn. When he asked, “Will you see me again?” I answered, “Of course,” and he left looking pleased. Since then, we’ve been meeting twice a month.
I only wipe with tissues after he finishes inside me, so I worry about getting pregnant. However, when he pulled out once, I asked, “Do you not like me anymore?” which made him stop. If other employees talk to him, he sends sulky emails saying, “If you prefer younger girls, you can go with them,” or “An older woman like me isn’t as good, right?” It’s complicated, but our relationship continues.
Being with him has become my only escape from my daily life, my emotional support. Even so, I continue to struggle with my feelings, torn between my family and him.
The time I spend with him is my escape from reality. Each time I feel his warmth, I am freed from the problems at home and my mother-in-law’s interference. This sensation draws me even closer to him. As my body responds to him, I feel a mix of guilt and pleasure.
When he whispers, “Mayuko, what do you want to do next?” I respond in his ear, “Deeper… harder…” His hands explore my body, moving to fulfill my desires.
Our relationship is dangerous but indispensable to me. Each time we part, returning to reality becomes harder, yet I find myself eagerly awaiting our next meeting.
What he gives me is not just pleasure but a validation of my existence. The time with him is my lifeline, giving me the strength to endure the daily hardships. Still, I am constantly tormented by my wavering heart, caught between my family and him.