Four years into marriage, my husband and I are both working and living busy lives. Our relationship has grown distant, and I've been feeling lonely, with pent-up emotions I didn't know how to handle. Then one day, I boarded the train later than usual and experienced my first molestation. Shocked and speechless, all the built-up sexual frustration I'd been suppressing came rushing out. His fingertips skillfully teased my erogenous zones, bringing me to an uncontrollable climax. That intense experience lingers in my overheated body, vividly etched into my mind with raw sensation...