On my way to work, I keep reliving the secret night when I first had sex with Momota Mitsuki during a business trip—the impossibly soft J-cup breasts, youthful glossy skin, and soaking-wet pussy my hands still remember. I asked the new employee accompanying me to arrange our lodging, only to learn she had booked one room and everywhere else was full. It was a trap: she had been waiting for a chance to get me alone. Her suit concealed an extraordinary hourglass body, and once she stripped, the sight left me speechless. Faced with her naked advances, I forgot all about my wife and tasted forbidden fruit I now desperately want again.