Younger than my wife, with smooth skin, kind-hearted, and no fights, we rarely meet so when we do, we fuck each other crazy. She brings back my lost youth and smiles. We spend a night and a day together in a hot spring, fucking each other. She teases me with cruel words like "I won't tell you to leave your wife," but she also has a devilish side. When we kiss, her expression suddenly changes to that of a mature woman. Why is it that the things we can't have are the ones we want the most?