When the doorbell rang and I opened the door, Satomi stood there, slightly bashful. She threw her arms around me and we exchanged passionate kisses. Her lips, which I hadn't touched in half a year, were still soft and deeply stirring. "While that girl is away, I want you to ravage me completely," Satomi whispered, pulling me into another intense kiss. From there, we tangled together like wild beasts, sharing profound love and burning passion. My affair with Satomi began six months ago when I visited my wife's parents' home. At the time, my marriage had become sexless and our relationship had grown cold. Amid that emptiness, I found myself drawn to my alluring stepmother, whose mature beauty only intensified with age. I confessed everything to her—my failing marriage, my loneliness—and that was how it started.