After remarrying a few years following my first divorce, things have changed. My wife and I used to get along well, but lately she's been different. Every day, I go to work while being berated by her. But today was different; as I tried to leave the house, my ex-wife, Makie, appeared before me. It was purely coincidental. Makie seems to have recently moved into this apartment complex. Overcome with nostalgia and joy, I invited her back to my place since my wife was out. We talked about our recent lives, my remarriage, and how things aren't going well between my wife and me. Makie also remarried and mentioned that her husband is fastidious, which tires her out. Suddenly, memories of when Makie and I were married flooded back. Back then, we both found satisfaction in our actions, but now I'm not satisfied. I hugged Makie and started groping her body. She couldn't take it and tried to refuse, but I didn't care and kissed her passionately.
