Several days have passed since I caught my wife, Nakasaki Yukine, bringing a young man home while we're technically separated, hearing her moaning through the walls. My mind is consumed by her—her long-forgotten cries of pleasure, the look of a woman in heat, all burned into my memory. My desire, reignited by this strange turn of events, refuses to subside. Unable to endure it any longer, I approached my wife under the pretense of giving her a massage. Her body, untouched for years—her thick, fleshy ass, her soft, well-rounded curves—drove me over the edge instantly. I couldn't stop myself; I craved her, desperate to rekindle what we once had.