"The feeling of Akira-kun's tongue is still lingering..." It's been 10 years since I married my husband, whom I've been dating since our student days. One day, a childhood friend named Akira-kun contacted me saying he wanted the three of us to go for drinks. That night, I invited Akira-kun to my home, and as we were chatting about old times, my husband passed out drunk first. With the alcohol flowing, the conversation turned to my married life, and I accidentally confessed my frustration, saying, "My husband doesn't lick me." Although we both maintained our composure that day, later on, Akira-kun contacted me again, asking, "Why don't the two of us drink together this time?"...
