It's been a few years since I got married to my wife. We enjoyed the couple's life freely. Recently, I've been drinking at home with my friends in the condominium, and I'm supposed to provide a room on a rotating basis, so this time I was in charge. My wife is good at drinking, but I was a little worried because she was too cheerful and sometimes ranted. However, my friends loved such a wife. One weekday, my wife contacted me when I had a drinking party at a different timing than usual. Drinking party from noon? I wondered if it was okay. I send a message to my wife during a break from work, but it doesn't become read. I go back to work thinking that I shouldn't drink too much. Then a message from my wife. I feel uncomfortable with sentences that are different from usual. I started to feel uneasy and went home quickly. A wife sleeping in a blanket in a pitch-black room. I had a bad feeling and when I turned over the blanket, I was naked. When I asked what happened to my wife, I sat down in a hurry and told you to sorry. I put my wife in the bath and changed her clothes and cross-examined what happened today. Anger, sadness, and humiliating words about the shameful sexual acts spoken by his wife. The blood flow in my lower body slowly erected me like never before, and I was so excited to handle it while listening to my wife's confession ...
