While working as a receptionist at a major company in Toranomon, I met my current husband. I often had people write their LINE ID or phone number on the back of their business cards, but among them, my husband stood out—he was the only one who simply said, "You must be tired" and handed me a chocolate. I threw it away, of course, but for some reason, I was drawn to him. We exchanged contacts, started going out to dinner, and eventually got married. But he's three years older and extremely busy with work, barely coming home. We have sex only about once a month, and my sexual frustration has been building. One day, I had dinner in Shibuya with a friend who works in fashion. We talked about how common it is for girls our age—still not settled down—to have casual sex partners in addition to their boyfriends. I pretended to be shocked, but deep down, I was a little envious. As long as I don't get caught, what's the harm? After all, it's his fault for neglecting me. My first shoot, my first time meeting this man. Despite my nerves, the moment he suddenly kissed me, I felt myself getting turned on. When he stripped off my clothes and touched me over my underwear, I couldn't help but writhe my hips. I hesitated slightly at first, exposing my breasts in front of the camera after he removed my bra, but once he started groping and squeezing them, teasing my nipples, I couldn't resist the pleasure. I was already completely wet. At this point, I just wanted him to ravage me completely...