It was truly a coincidence. My wife had gone on a trip, and as I was returning home with a convenience store bento, I noticed a familiar woman passing by. Realizing it was my ex-wife, I called out to her. Filled with nostalgia, I invited her to my home. We had divorced for financial reasons. Back then, I was young and immature. We updated each other on our lives; she mentioned she had remarried a relatively wealthy man. However, her expression seemed a bit clouded, as if she was troubled. As her former husband, I couldn’t ignore it and listened to her concerns, but her expression was indescribably sexy, reminding me of the times we loved each other and were physically intimate. Overcome with excitement, I pushed her down. She resisted, saying "no," but I disregarded it and caressed her. Her erogenous zones hadn't changed, and although she rejected me, her body gradually responded. As I entered her, it felt as if her private parts were waiting for me, gently yet firmly embracing me...
