The window opens to the Kanda River. In a shabby four-and-a-half-tatami-mat apartment, this married woman discovers pleasure...and love. The end of the semester is fast approaching, and I'm exhausted from the increased overtime. A colleague, unable to bear my feelings, introduced me to a chiropractic clinic, so I went there after work. It turned out to be a small clinic run by a married couple. Thankfully, the wife, not the husband, was the one in charge. She had a voluptuous figure, a handsome face resembling Tsuchiya Yoshio, and was so beautiful it was a shame she was in a place like this. What's more, she was skilled. She applied just the right amount of pressure to my acupressure points, and it felt so good I could practically feel the release. Just as I was about to climax from the pleasure, the chiropractor's wife suddenly asked, "Do you remember me?" For a moment, I was taken aback, thinking it was the wife I'd cheated on the other day, but her face was completely different. Once you see a beauty like that, you never forget her. Then the wife leaned closer. "Ah!" I remembered. It was Onozaka, the class representative and one of my students from when I was her homeroom teacher 12 years ago. I never imagined that Onozaka, the kind person who was so hardworking and kind to everyone, would be working at a clinic like this...and even that she was married. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to be happy about our long-awaited reunion. She's now my wife, and she was worried about my unhealthy lifestyle, so she offered to cook for me. Her kindness hadn't changed at all. And then...she actually came to my house. She was wearing a floral dress, completely different from the white coat she wore at the clinic, and I saw her not as a former student, but as a woman in her own right... When I welcomed her into my room, her sweet, gentle scent tickled my nose. Just that alone was enough to send my mind spiraling. Watching her prepare food, I became aroused, and like a dam breaking, I embraced her and forcefully captured her lips. I couldn't stop myself. I kneaded her voluptuous breasts and buttocks through her clothes, then lifted her skirt to expose and caress her fair thighs. Naturally, she rejected me and denied the act. But I didn't care, and stripped her clothes off and began tormenting my former student's voluptuous, voluptuous body. Her beautiful nipples were very sensitive, and each time I roughly played with them, her body trembled slightly. Her vagina was overflowing with love juices, and I inserted myself in response to her desire to accept me. The folds of her vagina stimulated my penis as if undergoing a massage. I lost myself in the pleasure, and devoured the young wife passionately. And then... I ejaculated a milky white liquid filled with jealousy deep inside the vagina of my former student, now a married woman. At that moment, tears of incredible pleasure streamed down my cheeks... But even after what had happened, she still made me an omelet rice. I'm grateful... and it's delicious. This is love, too.