Rie Takimoto: Cuckolded By The Neighbor. Rie Takimoto was the picture of domestic bliss. Young, undeniably pretty with an air of gentle innocence, she was the kind of woman who made other wives whisper enviously and husbands secretly imagine. Her days were filled with the quiet routines of a housewife – tending to her small garden, preparing meals with meticulous care, and always, always making sure the house was spotless for her husband’s return. Everyone in the quiet suburban neighborhood thought she was the perfect wife, the kind who wouldn’t glance twice at another man. Especially not the new neighbor who had moved in just across the street, a man whose casual charm seemed a little too practiced, a little too knowing.
Her husband, oblivious in his comfortable certainty, would often leave for work with a peck on Rie’s cheek and a casual wave to the neighbor, Mr. Tanaka, as he left. He trusted Rie implicitly. “There’s no way,” he’d chuckle to his friends, “Rie is too pure, too… mine.” He saw her neatness, her demure smiles, her seemingly unwavering devotion, and mistook it for a lack of desire altogether. He couldn’t fathom the secret world simmering beneath that placid surface.
It started subtly. A shared glance while taking out the trash, a brief conversation about the weather that lingered just a little too long. Mr. Tanaka had a way of looking at Rie that was different from the polite nods she received from others. His eyes held a warmth, a spark of something that made her stomach flutter in a way that was both unsettling and strangely exciting.
One afternoon, her husband was away on a business trip. The house felt strangely empty, the silence amplifying the unfamiliar stirrings within her. Mr. Tanaka was working in his yard, shirtless, the sun glinting off the sweat on his back. Rie found herself watching him from her kitchen window, a tightness coiling low in her belly.
Later, a knock at the door. Mr. Tanaka stood there, holding a small potted plant. “Welcome gift,” he said, his smile disarmingly easy. He stepped inside, and the air in the small entryway seemed to thicken. His gaze swept over her, lingering on her lips, her chest, and the quick intake of her breath.
He placed the plant on the table, but didn’t move back. Closer now, his scent – musky and undeniably masculine – filled her senses. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the line of her jaw. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “your husband is a lucky man.”
Rie’s breath hitched. She should have stepped back, should have protested. But her body felt frozen, her mind racing. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers captive. “But does he truly appreciate what he has?” he continued, his thumb now gently caressing her lower lip.
Before she could even form a coherent thought, his mouth was on hers. The kiss was not gentle, not polite. It was demanding, possessive, instantly igniting a fire she didn’t know she possessed. Her hands, initially hesitant, found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she returned the kiss with a fervor that shocked even herself.
He pushed her back against the door, his body pressing against hers, the hard ridge of his arousal unmistakable through his jeans and her thin dress. The world narrowed to the feel of his lips on hers, his hands exploring her curves, the frantic rhythm of her own heart.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing, Rie.” And in that moment, the image of the perfect, obedient wife shattered. A raw, primal desire surged through her, drowning out any lingering doubts or reservations. She wanted him. Needed him. Right here, right now. In her house. While her husband was miles away, still secure in his naive belief.
With trembling hands, she reached for his belt buckle, the sound of the unzipping zipper echoing in the sudden silence. The neat, cute young wife was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a hunger she could no longer deny. The neighbor was about to teach Rie Takimoto exactly what she truly desired.
