I asked my wife, "Uh ... are you going home?" When I stared at her with a moist eyes that seemed to cry, my wife allowed another man to sleep [NTR]2.

I believe in my wife, and there is absolutely no "it" for my wife. I thought, of course, that my beloved wife could not be taken to bed by someone. A few days later, the man came to my house with an insurance diplomat. He was a gimmick to my wife for a little mischief. A wife who speaks politely and kindly and gradually forgives men during a seemingly good atmosphere. The burning and burning that come suddenly. hey, hey. no one asked me to do that... I doubted the unbelievable sight, but my crotch was unusually angry.