My wife is pregnant with our second child. My only joy was the conversations I had with Futaba-sensei at my eldest son's nursery school. 'Keep up the good work!' Every morning, her cheerful smile full of motherly warmth gave me energy. But then one day... my wife and eldest son went back to her parents' place for the birth. After that, for a week, my room was messy and my sexual desires had piled up. What appeared before my eyes was Ms. Futaba at home. The everyday became the extraordinary. From that day on, I had sex with Ms. Futaba at home over and over again.
