My husband and I aren't on bad terms, I do feel love for him, and being together doesn't make me feel bad. It's just that we don't have sex. We haven't in years. When my sex drive kicks in, I take care of it myself every day. Then came the invitation from Oda, the hot middle-aged pilot. I wasn't seeking sex; I just wanted to have a meal... or so I thought. He spiked my drink with an aphrodisiac half as a joke, forcing me to heighten my desire, and I ended up having my first affair. Sex with the hot middle-aged pilot who shares my husband's blood type feels good, and we even allow him to finish inside. I want to take him in again; this time, I'll be the one to invite him.
