A sexually frustrated married woman begins having sex during the day, sweating profusely. (Shiramine Miu ADN-663)

I was sexually frustrated. My husband and I were in a slump; we had no nightlife, and I pleased myself alone every day. Although I had thought about ending the relationship, I didn't have the courage. But suddenly, the door opened. My neighbor said to me, "Madam, you must be sexually frustrated, right?" I couldn't argue. He kissed me roughly, instinctively demanding of my body. He satisfied me both physically and emotionally. This was the kind of sex I had always wanted…