there's hashimoto, the lovely lady of a disgusting boss.

On my way home from work, my husband brought his subordinate Mr. Ando to my house. Somewhere light and accustomed to him, I didn't really have a good impression of him, but Mr. Ando complained about his husband who was always preaching when his husband disappeared, and said, "How about the night?" I have stepped into private life. I never thought, and when my husband leaked that night was no good at all, Mr. Ando suddenly held my shoulders and said, "Well, you're not satisfied? I wouldn't have done that," he said, tempting me. Of course, I refused it, but its strength caught on the corner of my heart, and later I allowed Mr. Ando to visit my house alone. And then I became a young and wild sex jealousy completely different from my husband.