Innocent Neighborhood Wife Tomoka Takase

I happened to spot a beautiful mature woman in the neighborhood and followed her with my eyes, only to see her enter a house just a stone's throw from my apartment. Her name seems to be Takase. After that, whenever I had time, I'd peek at her house. She lives with her husband, and lately, she seems hooked on yoga. I longed for her, watching her from afar, captivated by her refined appearance. One day, I got a request to repair the air conditioner at her house. I felt a bit of fate in this unexpected turn of events. As I worked, nervous and excited by our trivial conversation, she started doing yoga. She seemed tired and lay face down, as if sleeping. I knew I shouldn't look, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Then I had a brilliant idea: I told her the work was done for the day and that I'd return on Friday. That way, I could see her again. On the day of my revisit, I couldn't hold back and confessed my feelings for her, embracing her. Aroused by her pleasant scent, I pushed her down. As I passionately caressed her resisting body, something changed. I braced myself, thinking she'd call the police, but instead she said, 'You'll take responsibility, right?' and led me to her room. Unlike her usual refined self, she kissed me aggressively, and we lost ourselves in each other. When I was about to come, I pulled out and shot onto her body. She murmured, 'I wanted you to do it inside,' and then whispered a request in my ear. Her expression was that of a woman filled with lewd desire...