I broke up with my girlfriend, but her belongings were still in my room.

A week passed, and there was no sign of her coming to collect them, so I had no choice but to take them to her apartment. I had no intention

of meeting her, so I planned to hang them on the door handle.

Most of the remaining belongings were clothes, and some underwear, so I put them in a large bag that couldn't be seen, sealed it with duct tape, and decided to go there when she returned to her room at night.

Her apartment was quite close, and it was

a short motorcycle ride away. I parked my motorcycle at a nearby convenience store, took out the bag from my helmet case, and when I came to her apartment, I saw an unfamiliar car with its lights on in the parking lot in front of her apartment.

Just as she was getting out of the passenger seat, a well-built man in his 25s or 26s was sitting in the driver's seat.

There was a man there after all! I felt my heart beating faster with anger.

She seemed to be quite drunk, and was struggling to open the door to her room while staggering around.


The man got out of the car, grabbed her from behind, unlocked the door, and went into the room.

My girlfriend and I had been together for a year and a half, but I knew very well that she had a low tolerance for alcohol and would become lewd.

When we started dating, she had a boyfriend, but she went out drinking with me and became my woman that night.

Those two will definitely have sex now.
My heart started beating strangely fast, so I crept over to the window, careful not to make any noise.

I looked into the room through a small gap in the curtains and saw the entrance to the room directly in front of me, where a man was taking off her boots.

She was lying on her back in the hallway, and the man made her lift her legs and pulled her boots up.

Her miniskirt was rolled up and her panties were completely exposed.

After taking off her boots, the man put them on the shoe rack next to the entrance and seemed to say something to her.

Then he lay on top of her, who was still motionless, and they started kissing passionately.

I felt an abnormal heat in my lower body.

After a round of kissing, the man picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room.

It was a little far away, so I could just see her through the gap in the curtains, but I just sat there and watched her being stripped off by the man, feeling strangely impatient.

The man was strong and didn't take any unnecessary effort to strip her naked, then he stood up and started taking off his own clothes.

She was looking up at him.

After he got undressed, he got between her legs and on top of her, and started kissing her again,

with his right hand massaging her breasts.

Her body, which had been free until only a week ago, was now another man's.

I unbuttoned the front of my jeans, took out my hard penis, and squeezed it tightly.

It's embarrassing to say, but just that made me almost cum.

He spread her legs and sat between them, playing with her genitals, her body reacting sensitively. I

could see them from the side, and his penis was erect, bigger than mine,

as he knelt down. I slowly crouched down, trying not to be noticed, and gently peeled off the duct tape on her bag at my feet, took out her panties, and wrapped my head in the slightly soiled cloth that had been pressed against her private parts.

I squatted down and put my ear to the glass, and could faintly hear the creaking of the spring bed and her cries of pleasure. I

slowly rose to my feet and looked in again, shakily, to see them engaged in animalistic acts.

She spread her legs wide, desperately accepting him.

He is on top of her and is moving his hips violently. He

makes her raise her legs and attacks her in the deepest position.

Even without putting my ear to it, I could hear her lewd voice.

(She's being penetrated by that big thing.)
I moved my right hand vigorously and masturbated.

After attacking her in that position for a while, he hugged her tighter and began to move his hips faster.

He faintly heard her cry out, "Let me out! Let me out!"

He held her tightly and thrust deeply and powerfully, and she stopped moving.

She puts her hands around his waist, clinging desperately to him with a completely female look on her face. She

spreads her legs as wide as she can, and presses her hips against his while trembling in convulsions, catching his ejaculation.

I was masturbating with the underwear that had been covering her genitals until recently while watching their lewd intercourse.

It was pathetic and humiliating, but my penis was abnormally hard.

Even when we had sex, she had a hard time getting pregnant, and I almost always came inside her except on her risk days, so this time too, his sperm probably poured into her vagina and penetrated her to the depths of her uterus.

I grabbed the window frame and ejaculated with all my might into the dirtiest part of her panties.

My legs were shaking and a larger amount of sperm than usual dripped down the sides of her panties, dribbling onto the concrete.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that I could barely stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that it was difficult for me to even stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

He held a tissue over her vagina and pulled out his penis.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

From my position, I could see their genitals clearly.

Although he had just ejaculated, his penis still seemed to be a little hard.

Her pussy folds were open so open that I could almost see her clitoris.

She gently stroked his penis and talked to him, then she shifted position, crouched between his legs and brought her face close to his crotch.

Although he couldn't see her because of his legs, her head was moving up and down slowly, clearly servicing his big penis with her click here mouth.

He reached out and started to massage her breasts.

(Let's have sex again)
Rather than feeling humiliated or defeated, I wanted to see more of their raw, animalistic mating. I

don't think she would have expected that she would have shown her most embarrassing body to her ex-boyfriend.

He came back to life, stood her up, turned her around, spit on his penis, placed it against her genitals and slowly inserted it.

She buried her face in the pillow, raised her hips and accepted him.

Although I was positioned diagonally to the side, I had a perfect view of it being inserted into my ex-girlfriend's ass.

He held her waist and thrust into her slowly several times, then he put his hands on her shoulders as if he was lying on her back and thrusted her hard.

She was petite, about 155 cm tall, and the man looked to be about 180 cm.

The two of them fucked each other from behind like beasts, and it looked like a girl being violated by a big man.

Her voice was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly even without putting my ear to the window.

"Ahh!! It feels good! Ahh!!"
I couldn't hear the man's voice very well, but I could hear her voice very well.

She was being told by the man many things, like "Pussy, pussy!!" and "Your dick feels good!!"

Eventually, he raised his body, grabbed her waist and started to move his hips.

She, who had been lying face down on the pillow until just now, joined him and got on all fours, and I could see the lewd expression on her face as she had sex.

As I watched the two of them, I was reminded for a moment of dogs mating that I had seen on TV.

The man started to thrust faster and she let out loud cries of pleasure as she accepted him.

I could tell that he was close to his second ejaculation.

I had never been so turned on in my life.

I was masturbating for the third time.

Then he thrusted up into her with all his might, ejaculating inside her vagina, and remembering the feeling inside her, he sprayed his sperm on her sticky underwear again.

He pressed his hips against her with all his might and ejaculated into her uterus.

I was going crazy imagining another man's sperm pouring into her uterus.

About a month before we broke up, her attitude changed drastically. She

would come home late at night, even though she was at work.

I think she must have had a change of heart.

And she must have had sex.

I had ejaculated so much that I started to feel sad.

When I looked inside the room, she stood up and was leaving the room naked. She

was probably going to take a shower.

I quietly moved away from the window so as not to make any noise.

Then I put her panties, stained with my semen, in a bag and returned to the convenience store on trembling legs.

In my head, I alternated between the image of her having intense sex with me just a moment ago and the image of her clinging to me just a moment ago, and I was pretty depressed.

A few days have passed since then, but I still can't get over my depression.

But every day I masturbate, remembering her and him having sex.

When I ejaculate, I get depressed again. I'm

afraid I'll end up going to her apartment to peek at her again.

I broke up with my girlfriend, but her belongings were still in my room.

A week passed, and there was no sign of her coming to collect them, so I had no choice but to take them to her apartment. I had no intention

of meeting her, so I planned to hang them on the door handle.

Most of the remaining belongings were clothes, and some underwear, so I put them in a large bag that couldn't be seen, sealed it with duct tape, and decided to go there when she returned to her room at night.

Her apartment was quite close, and it was

a short motorcycle ride away. I parked my motorcycle at a nearby convenience store, took out the bag from my helmet case, and when I came to her apartment, I saw an unfamiliar car with its lights on in the parking lot in front of her apartment.

Just as she was getting out of the passenger seat, a well-built man in his 25s or 26s was sitting in the driver's seat.

There was a man there after all! I felt my heart beating faster with anger.

She seemed to be quite drunk, and was struggling to open the door to her room while staggering around.


The man got out of the car, grabbed her from behind, unlocked the door, and went into the room.

My girlfriend and I had been together for a year and a half, but I knew very well that she had a low tolerance for alcohol and would become lewd.

When we started dating, she had a boyfriend, but she went out drinking with me and became my woman that night.

Those two will definitely have sex now.
My heart started beating strangely fast, so I crept over to the window, careful not to make any noise.

I looked into the room through a small gap in the curtains and saw the entrance to the room directly in front of me, where a man was taking off her boots.

She was lying on her back in the hallway, and the man made her lift her legs and pulled her boots up.

Her miniskirt was rolled up and her panties were completely exposed.

After taking off her boots, the man put them on the shoe rack next to the entrance and seemed to say something to her.

Then he lay on top of her, who was still motionless, and they started kissing passionately.

I felt an abnormal heat in my lower body.

After a round of kissing, the man picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room.

It was a little far away, so I could just see her through the gap in the curtains, but I just sat there and watched her being stripped off by the man, feeling strangely impatient.

The man was strong and didn't take any unnecessary effort to strip her naked, then he stood up and started taking off his own clothes.

She was looking up at him.

After he got undressed, he got between her legs and on top of her, and started kissing her again,

with his right hand massaging her breasts.

Her body, which had been free until only a week ago, was now another man's.

I unbuttoned the front of my jeans, took out my hard penis, and squeezed it tightly.

It's embarrassing to say, but just that made me almost cum.

He spread her legs and sat between them, playing with her genitals, her body reacting sensitively. I

could see them from the side, and his penis was erect, bigger than mine,

as he knelt down. I slowly crouched down, trying not to be noticed, and gently peeled off the duct tape on her bag at my feet, took out her panties, and wrapped my head in the slightly soiled cloth that had been pressed against her private parts.

I squatted down and put my ear to the glass, and could faintly hear the creaking of the spring bed and her cries of pleasure. I

slowly rose to my feet and looked in again, shakily, to see them engaged in animalistic acts.

She spread her legs wide, desperately accepting him.

He is on top of her and is moving his hips violently. He

makes her raise her legs and attacks her in the deepest position.

Even without putting my ear to it, I could hear her lewd voice.

(She's being penetrated by that big thing.)
I moved my right hand vigorously and masturbated.

After attacking her in that position for a while, he hugged her tighter and began to move his hips faster.

He faintly heard her cry out, "Let me out! Let me out!"

He held her tightly and thrust deeply and powerfully, and she stopped moving.

She puts her hands around his waist, clinging desperately to him with a completely female look on her face. She

spreads her legs as wide as she can, and presses her hips against his while trembling in convulsions, catching his ejaculation.

I was masturbating with the underwear that had been covering her genitals until recently while watching their lewd intercourse.

It was pathetic and humiliating, but my penis was abnormally hard.

Even when we had sex, she had a hard time getting pregnant, and I almost always came inside her except on her risk days, so this time too, his sperm probably poured into her vagina and penetrated her to the depths of her uterus.

I grabbed the window frame and ejaculated with all my might into the dirtiest part of her panties.

My legs were shaking and a larger amount of sperm than usual dripped down the sides of her panties, dribbling onto the concrete.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that I could barely stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that it was difficult for me to even stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

He held a tissue over her vagina and pulled out his penis.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

From my position, I could see their genitals clearly.

Although he had just ejaculated, his penis still seemed to be a little hard.

Her pussy folds were open so open that I could almost see her clitoris.

She gently stroked his penis and talked to him, then she shifted position, crouched between his legs and brought her face close to his crotch.

Although he couldn't see her because of his legs, her head was moving up and down slowly, clearly servicing his big penis with her mouth.

He reached out and started to massage here her breasts.

(Let's have sex again)
Rather than feeling humiliated or defeated, I wanted to see more of their raw, animalistic mating. I

don't think she would have expected that she would have shown her most embarrassing body to her ex-boyfriend.

He came back to life, stood her up, turned her around, spit on his penis, placed it against her genitals and slowly inserted it.

She buried her face in the pillow, raised her hips and accepted him.

Although I was positioned diagonally to the side, I had a perfect view of it being inserted into my ex-girlfriend's ass.

He held her waist and thrust into her slowly several times, then he put his hands on her shoulders as if he was lying on her back and thrusted her hard.

She was petite, about 155 cm tall, and the man looked to be about 180 cm.

The two of them fucked each other from behind like beasts, and it looked like a girl being violated by a big man.

Her voice was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly even without putting my ear to the window.

"Ahh!! It feels good! Ahh!!"
I couldn't hear the man's voice very well, but I could hear her voice very well.

She was being told by the man many things, like "Pussy, pussy!!" and "Your dick feels good!!"

Eventually, he raised his body, grabbed her waist and started to move his hips.

She, who had been lying face down on the pillow until just now, joined him and got on all fours, and I could see the lewd expression on her face as she had sex.

As I watched the two of them, I was reminded for a moment of dogs mating that I had seen on TV.

The man started to thrust faster and she let out loud cries of pleasure as she accepted him.

I could tell that he was close to his second ejaculation.

I had never been so turned on in my life.

I was masturbating for the third time.

Then he thrusted up into her with all his might, ejaculating inside her vagina, and remembering the feeling inside her, he sprayed his sperm on her sticky underwear again.

He pressed his hips against her with all his might and ejaculated into her uterus.

I was going crazy imagining another man's sperm pouring into her uterus.

About a month before we broke up, her attitude changed drastically. She

would come home late at night, even though she was at work.

I think she must have had a change of heart.

And she must have had sex.

I had ejaculated so much that I started to feel sad.

When I looked inside the room, she stood up and was leaving the room naked. She

was probably going to take a shower.

I quietly moved away from the window so as not to make any noise.

Then I put her panties, stained with my semen, in a bag and returned to the convenience store on trembling legs.

In my head, I alternated between the image of her having intense sex with me just a moment ago and the image of her clinging to me just a moment ago, and I was pretty depressed.

A few days have passed since then, but I still can't get over my depression.

But every day I masturbate, remembering her and him having sex.

When I ejaculate, I get depressed again. I'm

afraid I'll end up going to her apartment to peek at her again.

I broke up with my girlfriend, but her belongings were still in my room.

A week passed, and there was no sign of her coming to collect them, so I had no choice but to take them to her apartment. I had no intention

of meeting her, so I planned to hang them on the door handle.

Most of the remaining belongings were clothes, and some underwear, so I put them in a large bag that couldn't be seen, sealed it with duct tape, and decided to go there when she returned to her room at night.

Her apartment was quite close, and it was

a short motorcycle ride away. I parked my motorcycle at a nearby convenience store, took out the bag from my helmet case, and when I came to her apartment, I saw an unfamiliar car with its lights on in the parking lot in front of her apartment.

Just as she was getting out of the passenger seat, a well-built man in his 25s or 26s was sitting in the driver's seat.

There was a man there after all! I felt my heart beating faster with anger.

She seemed to be quite drunk, and was struggling to open the door to her room while staggering around.


The man got out of the car, grabbed her from behind, unlocked the door, and went into the room.

My girlfriend and I had been together for a year and a half, but I knew very well that she had a low tolerance for alcohol and would become lewd.

When we started dating, she had a boyfriend, but she went out drinking with me and became my woman that night.

Those two will definitely have sex now.
My heart started beating strangely fast, so I crept over to the window, careful not to make any noise.

I looked into the room through a small gap in the curtains and saw the entrance to the room directly in front of me, where a man was taking off her boots.

She was lying on her back in the hallway, and the man made her lift her legs and pulled her boots up.

Her miniskirt was rolled up and her panties were completely exposed.

After taking off her boots, the man put them on the shoe rack next to the entrance and seemed to say something to her.

Then he lay on top of her, who was still motionless, and they started kissing passionately.

I felt an abnormal heat in my lower body.

After a round of kissing, the man picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room.

It was a little far away, so I could just see her through the gap in the curtains, but I just sat there and watched her being stripped off by the man, feeling strangely impatient.

The man was strong and didn't take any unnecessary effort to strip her naked, then he stood up and started taking off his own clothes.

She was looking up at him.

After he got undressed, he got between her legs and on top of her, and started kissing her again,

with his right hand massaging her breasts.

Her body, which had been free until only a week ago, was now another man's.

I unbuttoned the front of my jeans, took out my hard penis, and squeezed it tightly.

It's embarrassing to say, but just that made me almost cum.

He spread her legs and sat between them, playing with her genitals, her body reacting sensitively. I

could see them from the side, and his penis was erect, bigger than mine,

as he knelt down. I slowly crouched down, trying not to be noticed, and gently peeled off the duct tape on her bag at my feet, took out her panties, and wrapped my head in the slightly soiled cloth that had been pressed against her private parts.

I squatted down and put my ear to the glass, and could faintly hear the creaking of the spring bed and her cries of pleasure. I

slowly rose to my feet and looked in again, shakily, to see them engaged in animalistic acts.

She spread her legs wide, desperately accepting him.

He is on top of her and is moving his hips violently. He

makes her raise her legs and attacks her in the deepest position.

Even without putting my ear to it, I could hear her lewd voice.

(She's being penetrated by that big thing.)
I moved my right hand vigorously and masturbated.

After attacking her in that position for a while, he hugged her tighter and began to move his hips faster.

He faintly heard her cry out, "Let me out! Let me out!"

He held her tightly and thrust deeply and powerfully, and she stopped moving.

She puts her hands around his waist, clinging desperately to him with a completely female look on her face. She

spreads her legs as wide as she can, and presses her hips against his while trembling in convulsions, catching his ejaculation.

I was masturbating with the underwear that had been covering her genitals until recently while watching their lewd intercourse.

It was pathetic and humiliating, but my penis was abnormally hard.

Even when we had sex, she had a hard time getting pregnant, and I almost always came inside her except on her risk days, so this time too, his sperm probably poured into her vagina and penetrated her to the depths of her uterus.

I grabbed the window frame and ejaculated with all my might into the dirtiest part of her panties.

My legs were shaking and a larger amount of sperm than usual dripped down the sides of her panties, dribbling onto the concrete.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that I could barely stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that it was difficult for me to even stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

He held a tissue over her vagina and pulled out his penis.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

From my position, I could see their genitals clearly.

Although he had just ejaculated, his penis still seemed to be a little hard.

Her pussy folds were open so open that I could almost see her clitoris.

She gently stroked his penis and talked to him, then she shifted position, crouched between his legs and brought her face close to his crotch.

Although he couldn't see her because of his legs, her head was moving up and down slowly, clearly servicing his big penis with her mouth.

He reached out and started to massage her breasts.

(Let's have sex again)
Rather than feeling humiliated or defeated, I wanted to see more of their raw, animalistic mating. I

don't think she would have expected that she would have shown her most embarrassing body to her ex-boyfriend.

He came back to life, stood her up, turned her around, spit on his penis, placed it against her genitals and slowly inserted it.

She buried her face in the pillow, raised her hips and accepted him.

Although I was positioned diagonally to the side, I had a perfect view of it being inserted into my ex-girlfriend's ass.

He held her waist and thrust into her slowly several times, then he put his hands on her shoulders as if he was lying on her back and thrusted her hard.

She was petite, about 155 cm tall, and the man looked to be about 180 cm.

The two of them fucked each other from behind like beasts, and it looked like a girl being violated by a big man.

Her voice was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly even without putting here my ear to the window.

"Ahh!! It feels good! Ahh!!"
I couldn't hear the man's voice very well, but I could hear her voice very well.

She was being told by the man many things, like "Pussy, pussy!!" and "Your dick feels good!!"

Eventually, he raised his body, grabbed her waist and started to move his hips.

She, who had been lying face down on the pillow until just now, joined him and got on all fours, and I could see the lewd expression on her face as she had sex.

As I watched the two of them, I was reminded for a moment of dogs mating that I had seen on TV.

The man started to thrust faster and she let out loud cries of pleasure as she accepted him.

I could tell that he was close to his second ejaculation.

I had never been so turned on in my life.

I was masturbating for the third time.

Then he thrusted up into her with all his might, ejaculating inside her vagina, and remembering the feeling inside her, he sprayed his sperm on her sticky underwear again.

He pressed his hips against her with all his might and ejaculated into her uterus.

I was going crazy imagining another man's sperm pouring into her uterus.

About a month before we broke up, her attitude changed drastically. She

would come home late at night, even though she was at work.

I think she must have had a change of heart.

And she must have had sex.

I had ejaculated so much that I started to feel sad.

When I looked inside the room, she stood up and was leaving the room naked. She

was probably going to take a shower.

I quietly moved away from the window so as not to make any noise.

Then I put her panties, stained with my semen, in a bag and returned to the convenience store on trembling legs.

In my head, I alternated between the image of her having intense sex with me just a moment ago and the image of her clinging to me just a moment ago, and I was pretty depressed.

A few days have passed since then, but I still can't get over my depression.

But every day I masturbate, remembering her and him having sex.

When I ejaculate, I get depressed again. I'm

afraid I'll end up going to her apartment to peek at her again.

I broke up with my girlfriend, but her belongings were still in my room.

A week passed, and there was no sign of her coming to collect them, so I had no choice but to take them to her apartment. I had no intention

of meeting her, so I planned to hang them on the door handle.

Most of the remaining belongings were clothes, and some underwear, so I put them in a large bag that couldn't be seen, sealed it with duct tape, and decided to go there when she returned to her room at night.

Her apartment was quite close, and it was

a short motorcycle ride away. I parked my motorcycle at a nearby convenience store, took out the bag from my helmet case, and when I came to her apartment, I saw an unfamiliar car with its lights on in the parking lot in front of her apartment.

Just as she was getting out of the passenger seat, a well-built man in his 25s or 26s was sitting in the driver's seat.

There was a man there after all! I felt my heart beating faster with anger.

She seemed to be quite drunk, and was struggling to open the door to her room while staggering around.


The man got out of the car, grabbed her from behind, unlocked the door, and went into the room.

My girlfriend and I had been together for a year and a half, but I knew very well that she had a low tolerance for alcohol and would become lewd.

When we started dating, she had a boyfriend, but she went out drinking with me and became my woman that night.

Those two will definitely have sex now.
My heart started beating strangely fast, so I crept over to the window, careful not to make any noise.

I looked into the room through a small gap in the curtains and saw the entrance to the room directly in front of me, where a man was taking off her boots.

She was lying on her back in the hallway, and the man made her lift her legs and pulled her boots up.

Her miniskirt was rolled up and her panties were completely exposed.

After taking off her boots, the man put them on the shoe rack next to the entrance and seemed to say something to her.

Then he lay on top of her, who was still motionless, and they started kissing passionately.

I felt an abnormal heat in my lower body.

After a round of kissing, the man picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room.

It was a little far away, so I could just see her through the gap in the curtains, but I just sat there and watched her being stripped off by the man, feeling strangely impatient.

The man was strong and didn't take any unnecessary effort to strip her naked, then he stood up and started taking off his own clothes.

She was looking up at him.

After he got undressed, he got between her legs and on top of her, and started kissing her again,

with his right hand massaging her breasts.

Her body, which had been free until only a week ago, was now another man's.

I unbuttoned the front of my jeans, took out my hard penis, and squeezed it tightly.

It's embarrassing to say, but just that made me almost cum.

He spread her legs and sat between them, playing with her genitals, her body reacting sensitively. I

could see them from the side, and his penis was erect, bigger than mine,

as he knelt down. I slowly crouched down, trying not to be noticed, and gently peeled off the duct tape on her bag at my feet, took out her panties, and wrapped my head in the slightly soiled cloth that had been pressed against her private parts.

I squatted down and put my ear to the glass, and could faintly hear the creaking of the spring bed and her cries of pleasure. I

slowly rose to my feet and looked in again, shakily, to see them engaged in animalistic acts.

She spread her legs wide, desperately accepting him.

He is on top of her and is moving his hips violently. He

makes her raise her legs and attacks her in the deepest position.

Even without putting my ear to it, I could hear her lewd voice.

(She's being penetrated by that big thing.)
I moved my right hand vigorously and masturbated.

After attacking her in that position for a while, he hugged her tighter and began to move his hips faster.

He faintly heard her cry out, "Let me out! Let me out!"

He held her tightly and thrust deeply and powerfully, and she stopped moving.

She puts her hands around his waist, clinging desperately to him with a completely female look on her face. She

spreads her legs as wide as she can, and presses her hips against his while trembling in convulsions, catching his ejaculation.

I was masturbating with the underwear that had been covering her genitals until recently while watching their lewd intercourse.

It was pathetic and humiliating, but my penis was abnormally hard.

Even when we had sex, she had a hard time getting website pregnant, and I almost always came inside her except on her risk days, so this time too, his sperm probably poured into her vagina and penetrated her to the depths of her uterus.

I grabbed the window frame and ejaculated with all my might into the dirtiest part of her panties.

My legs were shaking and a larger amount of sperm than usual dripped down the sides of her panties, dribbling onto the concrete.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that I could barely stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that it was difficult for me to even stand.

As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.

While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.

(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.

He held a tissue over her vagina and pulled out his penis.

She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.

The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The

woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.

Watching this scene, I came a second time.

From my position, I could see their genitals clearly.

Although he had just ejaculated, his penis still seemed to be a little hard.

Her pussy folds were open so open that I could almost see her clitoris.

She gently stroked his penis and talked to him, then she shifted position, crouched between his legs and brought her face close to his crotch.

Although he couldn't see her because of his legs, her head was moving up and down slowly, clearly servicing his big penis with her mouth.

He reached out and started to massage her breasts.

(Let's have sex again)
Rather than feeling humiliated or defeated, I wanted to see more of their raw, animalistic mating. I

don't think she would have expected that she would have shown her most embarrassing body to her ex-boyfriend.

He came back to life, stood her up, turned her around, spit on his penis, placed it against her genitals and slowly inserted it.

She buried her face in the pillow, raised her hips and accepted him.

Although I was positioned diagonally to the side, I had a perfect view of it being inserted into my ex-girlfriend's ass.

He held her waist and thrust into her slowly several times, then he put his hands on her shoulders as if he was lying on her back and thrusted her hard.

She was petite, about 155 cm tall, and the man looked to be about 180 cm.

The two of them fucked each other from behind like beasts, and it looked like a girl being violated by a big man.

Her voice was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly even without putting my ear to the window.

"Ahh!! It feels good! Ahh!!"
I couldn't hear the man's voice very well, but I could hear her voice very well.

She was being told by the man many things, like "Pussy, pussy!!" and "Your dick feels good!!"

Eventually, he raised his body, grabbed her waist and started to move his hips.

She, who had been lying face down on the pillow until just now, joined him and got on all fours, and I could see the lewd expression on her face as she had sex.

As I watched the two of them, I was reminded for a moment of dogs mating that I had seen on TV.

The man started to thrust faster and she let out loud cries of pleasure as she accepted him.

I could tell that he was close to his second ejaculation.

I had never been so turned on in my life.

I was masturbating for the third time.

Then he thrusted up into her with all his might, ejaculating inside her vagina, and remembering the feeling inside her, he sprayed his sperm on her sticky underwear again.

He pressed his hips against her with all his might and ejaculated into her uterus.

I was going crazy imagining another man's sperm pouring into her uterus.

About a month before we broke up, her attitude changed drastically. She

would come home late at night, even though she was at work.

I think she must have had a change of heart.

And she must have had sex.

I had ejaculated so much that I started to feel sad.

When I looked inside the room, she stood up and was leaving the room naked. She

was probably going to take a shower.

I quietly moved away from the window so as not to make any noise.

Then I put her panties, stained with my semen, in a bag and returned to the convenience store on trembling legs.

In my head, I alternated between the image of her having intense sex with me just a moment ago and the image of her clinging to me just a moment ago, and I was pretty depressed.

A few days have passed since then, but I still can't get over my depression.

But every day I masturbate, remembering her and him having sex.

When I ejaculate, I get depressed again. I'm

afraid I'll end up going to her apartment to peek at her again.

I am 41 years old.

My wife is a 36-year-old housewife who has been working as a teacher since before she came to Japan.

I don't have any children.

I live with my parents, so I'm careful about sex and sometimes have sex.
We sometimes use hotels with a nice atmosphere.

On our wedding anniversary last year, we both wanted to spend time alone together.
I went to a hot spring and I have an embarrassing experience

.
We were in a hot spring town.

After checking in and being shown to our room, we immediately went to take a bath.

The bathtub is large, and there is even an open-air bath, so you can relax and warm your body and soul. It's the best and most relaxing experience.
I got it.

When I got back to the room, I said, "Hey, I have a massage for you. Want to order one?"
was.

When my wife said, "Sure! Why don't you do it?" she replied, "No! You should do it!!"
"Take off your underwear, wear only your yukata, and let yourself be done with!" I told my wife.

"That's embarrassing, I don't want to do that! And I don't want to take off my underwear! If my yukata gets flipped up, I'll be seen.
"It'll be all over! Do you want other people to see me?" she said in a panic.

I was only joking, but it's true that I had a desire for my wife to be tortured by other men.
Such expectations began to grow in my heart, and I began to think that it might be fun

.
I thought a masseuse would be a good idea.

I immediately replied, "Yes, tonight I want to see you being watched and teased by other people!" "What!?
Is that okay?" I asked earnestly, and my wife, perhaps because she had expectations, nodded shyly and agreed.


"But I'd be embarrassed if you were watching me, so please stay away!" I begged her .
"Yes! I'm in the chair by the window, so it's fine," my wife said, clutching her chest in embarrassment.

My wife took off her clothes, removed her underwear, put on her yukata again, and waited nervously and uncomfortably.


When my wife was in the bathroom, she heard a door bang and called out to the masseuse .
The masseuse was a man in his

50s with a disability.

I then asked him to stimulate my wife's body and make her feel good while massaging her.

"Yes, it's okay, because sometimes I get requests like that..." I said, trying not to let my wife understand.
I whispered to the masseuse.

When my wife came out of the bathroom, the masseuse said
"Then, can you please lie face down?" he said, and my wife did as she was told.


Then, my shoulders, back, and waist were massaged, and then I was turned to the right side and my right arm was massaged .
My waist and right leg were massaged and time passed without incident.

Then I was turned to my left side.
When she was doing so, one of the yukata linings fell off, exposing her legs, and my wife hurriedly put it back in place.
But if I

let go, it would fall again, so I gave up and just walked with my feet exposed.
However

, while my thighs were being massaged, my yukata gradually shifted backwards, and the front
I almost saw it...

I didn't tell the masseuse that my wife wasn't wearing underwear .
However, I think he probably noticed it while he was giving me a massage

.
From the window, I watched my wife being treated like that.

Until then, nothing had changed and she was just a normal mother.
The massage continued, but the masseuse said, "OK, now please look up."
When I started massaging her legs, he must have found it difficult to do so, so he spread his legs a little and placed his penis between my wife's legs.
The massage therapist was ready to enter.

My wife hurriedly fixed her yukata, but both of her legs were
As she was massaged, the yukata started to slip down a little at a time, but my wife adjusted it several times.
But gradually, I stopped resisting. I

think more info it was what I wanted,
I was just doing as I was told! Thinking this made me feel a little better.

I was like, "I don't care if people look at me!" and I didn't mind if they looked at me anymore...
", she said later.

The hands that were massaging her moved slowly from her toes to her thighs,
As I massaged her from above to the outside, my wife's legs were completely exposed up to her thighs.
And the inner thighs were massaged especially carefully.

The massager's fingertips sometimes touched my wife's shameful area.
I touched her sensitive parts.

My wife at that time was like, "I don't mind being touched! Touch me!"
My wife said that she felt it.

However, the massage therapist continued to tease her for a while, and
She squirmed and endured.

Then he started rubbing her breasts over her yukata.

"Oh... if you do that... I'll be useless!!" my wife's body
She responded with a "Pikun!".

I rubbed her nipples and together we looked at my wife's private parts.
My wife was being stimulated by a vibration right next to her and she couldn't do anything about it.
I was holding it in.

It seemed like she was about to come just from that.

Then my wife
She looked for me, and when our eyes met, she said, "Hey, are you watching? I'm being made to cum by someone other than you.
"Yes..." she said silently.

Then my wife started to stimulate the area next to her private parts.
As the massage continued, the lower half of the body was completely exposed, and the masseuse was between the open legs.
My wife's private parts were also being watched.

The area around her private parts was stimulated.
My wife couldn't hold back as her breasts were being touched gently, and she seemed to have come

.
I didn't notice it, but I think the masseuse knew that my wife had reached orgasm.

I think it was probably my wife's first time being touched like that and having an orgasm.

And when she was brought to a silent climax, the obi of my wife's yukata was untied and she was in front of me.
She was forced to be almost completely naked.

In that state, the husband continued to caress his wife.
....

My body was touched... caressed... my breasts were massaged... my nipples were touched...

And then,
When the teacher's fingers started touching my wife's private parts directly, she couldn't hold it in and finally cried out.
At that moment, my wife thought

, "I don't mind a finger! I want you to put it in!"
When I thought that, I couldn't hold back the embarrassing voice and I reached a violent climax.

While my wife was still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I said, "Yes, that's it.

Thank you for your hard work."
I put a bath towel over my body and stood up.

I said "Thank you very much" and started the massage.
I paid the massage therapist and he left the room without a look on his face.

After that, I was so excited to see my wife, so I made her feel embarrassed and excited.
He went towards my wife as if to rape her.