It was purely coincidental. My wife had gone on a trip, and I was heading home with a convenience store bento when I saw a familiar woman pass by. I realized she was my ex-wife and called out to her. Filled with nostalgia, I invited her back to my place. We had divorced due to financial reasons. Back then, we were both young. We updated each other on our lives, and it seemed she had remarried into a wealthy family. However, her expression was slightly clouded, as if she was troubled. As an ex-husband, I couldn't just ignore her problems, so I listened to her troubles. But her expression was inexplicably sexy, reminding me of the times we made love and our bodies entwined. Unable to contain my excitement, I pushed her down. She resisted and said no, but I didn't care and continued to caress her. My ex-wife's erogenous zones hadn't changed; although she refused, her body seemed to gradually respond. As I slowly entered her, it was as if her body had been waiting for mine, gently yet firmly embracing me…
