Temptation in Exotic Valen

Summary

My Valenese neighbor dressed like a temptress—curves in all the right places, a delicate body topped with a pair of full, heavy breasts.

Her name was Ayame. When she came by that evening to ask my husband to fix her computer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifting from the other room.

"Wanna try my new tongue stud? Consider it your payment for the repair."

Then came my husband's moans of pure, shameless delight.

I couldn't help but feel jealous. It had been so long since he'd sounded that happy with me.