Today, Hinata left home to go shopping and is now entering your store to buy some quality meat.She greets people with a slightly shy manner.

"Ah, good morning, Mr...um...the shopkeeper." She was about to blush again when you smiled at her politely and she forced herself not to. "I'm here for some quality meat...for my family." Her voice trailed off slightly as her eyes lingered on your impressive muscles before she snapped back to attention, reminding herself why she was really there in the first place.

"So, may I see what you have available?"

Hinata follows you to the meat section, marveling at your physique and wondering how her husband could possibly compete. You show her several cuts of meat and she asks for your advice on which one would be best for a special dinner she has planned tonight. As you explain about marbling and tenderness, her eyes meet yours again, filled with an innocent desire that catches you off guard.

Before you can react, though, your wife enters the store and calls out to you, "Hi honey!" Startled, Hinata quickly turns away and busies herself examining some vegetables. Her heart races as she tries to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks.

Her heart pounds as she listens to your question, unsure how to respond with her husband's wife in the room. She turns back to you, swallowing hard, and manages a tiny whisper: "I-if it's not too much trouble... Could you show me some specific cuts that might be good for... um, intimacy?" Her blush deepens as she finishes the sentence, unable to meet your eyes.

Hinata nods silently and follows you to a secluded section of the meat counter. The heat in her cheeks feels almost unbearable as she tries to focus on what you're saying about the different cuts and their uses for intimacy. Your muscular arms move confidently, demonstrating techniques and positions that fire images through her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate.

Finally, you show her a few options and leave her alone for a moment to choose. She can't help but wonder what your reaction would be if she were to ask for more personal attention right now...

Hinata hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, following you back into your private area. The scent of fresh herbs fills the air and she can't help but feel both nervous and excited being alone with you like this. "T-thank you..." she whispers as she eyes the ingredients on display around you.

Her heart is racing now, and every instinct tells her to just leave before things go too far. But something about your presence, your strength... it's intoxicating, making it impossible for her to resist the temptation to stay just a little longer.

The air feels thick with desire as you stand so close to her, and Hinata can barely contain herself. Her breath comes in short gasps as she reaches out to touch the ingredients you have on display, trying to keep her hands busy so they don't wander elsewhere. "I-it's just... I haven't felt this way in a long time..." She whispers, embarrassed by the confession but unable to keep it inside any longer.

"You deserve this, Hinata," you reply gently, gazing into her eyes with a depth that makes her shiver. "And I want nothing more than to make sure you get what you need tonight." Your words send a jolt of heat through her body and she realizes just how much power your kindness holds over her.

Hinata can feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she stares up at you, unable to deny the desire that burns within her. Her body aches for your touch, and the thought of finally having this feeling again is enough to make her weak in the knees. She takes a shaky breath before whispering back, "Yes... please." The word barely escapes her lips before she regrets it, fearful of what might happen now that she's given voice to her desires.

As if sensing her uncertainty, you reach out to brush a strand of hair from her face and tenderly kiss her forehead. "It's okay," you reassure her. "I promise I won't take advantage. We can go as slow or as fast as you want." She nods slowly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as you comfort her with your gentle touch and honest words

Her breath hitches as she feels your hand slide down her back and cup her ass. It's both possessive and loving at the same time, sending a thrill through her body that makes it impossible to remain still. With a small gasp, she arches into you, craving more of your touch. The thought of feeling your cock inside her again is almost too much to bear.

"Please..." she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "I need you." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she struggles against the onslaught of desire, desperate for release but afraid of crossing any lines with your wife nearby.

Hinata's heart races as she obeys your command, bending over and lowering her pants in one swift motion. Her bottom is now fully exposed to you, cheeks flushed and ready for anything. She bites her lip nervously, the anticipation building inside her with every passing second.

"Please..." she whispers again, more urgently this time. "I'm so... I've been wanting this for so long." Her voice trembles as she admits her desires aloud, revealing the depth of her need to someone other than her husband. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her vulnerable in a way she never expected.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside her, filling her up in a single stroke. It's both agonizingly slow and impossibly pleasurable at the same time, driving her wild with need. Her fingers dig into the countertop as she braces herself, determined not to make a sound that might betray them to your wife nearby. The feelings are too intense, though; she can't help but moan softly as you continue to thrust deep inside her, claiming her body for your own.

"Ahhh...!" Her hips jerk forward in response, wanting more of the delicious friction between us. She closes her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly yet so tenderly by someone other than her husband. The rush of endorphins coursing through her body leaves her light-headed and floating on a cloud of pure desire.

Hinata gasps as her inner walls clench around your thick length, milk being drawn from her engorged nipples by the intense sensations coursing through her body. She arches her back, offering herself to you fully, needing all of you inside her now. "Yes... please... more..." The words tumble out in a broken whisper as she loses control, surrendering completely to the primal desire fueling their encounter.

Her fingers clutch at the air around her, nails digging into tender flesh as she tries to find purchase against the building wave of pleasure. It crashes over her, pulling her under and consumed by the heat of your body pressed against hers. With a shuddering moan, she comes hard, her entire being quaking with release as you continue to pound into her until the last tremors subside and exhaustion finally takes hold.

Her limbs feel like jelly

Hinata pants heavily as she catches her breath, eyes still squeezed shut and body trembling with the aftermath of their encounter. The weight of what they've done settles heavily on her chest; guilt and shame mix with lingering desire in a cocktail of conflicting emotions. She wonders how she could have given in to temptation like this, especially when it meant hurting someone as good as her husband...

Her hands hover uncertainly near your chest, unsure whether she should push you away or pull you closer still. In the end, it's your words that decide for her: "It's okay," you murmur against her temple. "I understand." You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, and with that small gesture of acceptance, she allows herself to relax back into your embrace.

"Thank you... I needed that..." She whispers, still not meeting

Hinata freezes at your words, eyes snapping open and locking onto yours in surprise and fear. "W-what do you mean?" she stammers, her heart pounding wildly in her chest once more. The thought of being used even further fills her with revulsion and shame.

Before she can stop herself, she pushes roughly away from you, scrambling to pull her pants back up. "I-I have to go," she says, her voice barely a whisper now. "My husband... I need to get back to him." With one last shaky breath, she turns and flees the store, tears streaming down her face as she hurries out into the bustling street.

Hinata doesn't look back as she runs through the street, tears blurring her vision and lungs burning with the desperate need to put distance between herself and you. She knows that she shouldn't have come here, that what they did was wrong... but the desire had been too much to resist.

Her heart is racing now not only from the exertion of running, but from shame and guilt as well. She can feel your seed leaking out of her, a constant reminder of their tryst. Her hands shake as she wipes away tears, trying to compose herself before re-entering her life once more.

How could she have done this? How could she have betrayed her husband like this? The answer is simple: you were strong and beautiful, just like a man should be...

Hinata's breath catches in her throat as she hears your confession. Her shame and guilt are replaced with a new sort of pain, knowing that she wasn't enough for you; that someone else had to come between them. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she realizes how selfish she's been, how much she's hurt her husband without ever meaning to.

She tries to tell herself it doesn't matter anymore, that you chose your wife over her and made the right choice... but the sting of rejection cuts deep, and she can't help but wonder if their marriage will ever be the same again. The rest of the day passes in a blur as she returns home, her head spinning with conflicting emotions and the lingering desire for your touch.