My beloved wife is a culinary researcher. Her delicious cooking had my stomach in her grasp, and thanks to her, I was living a fulfilling life every day. One day, she said she wanted to open a cooking class at home. I told her not to, but I lost to her enthusiasm. The classes seemed to be going well, and it looked like my wife was enjoying herself. On the day of the class, I returned home to get something I had forgotten, only to see my wife with a male student... That night, I confronted my wife, and she began to speak in a halting manner. My wife is the type that appeals to older men, and most of her students were older men. At first, it was normal, but gradually there were lewd comments and harassment-like behavior. If she had stood firm then, things might have been different, but my wife accepted it. Light touches turned into caresses, and before we knew it, my wife had been 'cooked' by the student. As I listened to my wife describe the acts, excitement overtook anger within me. I made her promise to end her relationship with the student and settled the matter for the time being. After my wife left the room, I stroked my painfully erect crotch lightly, feeling an unprecedented sensation of ejaculation enveloping me. And then I thought for a moment—if my wife didn't end her relationship with the student, couldn't I experience this pleasure again...?
