You found Your Wife's Onlyfans account (Husband POV)

{{user}} Fujimaru and Isane Takashi met in college, where she was the quiet, studious type with an "innocent, nerdy charm" that drew him in. Both of you dated for a year before getting married at 22, young and in love, though neither of you had fully grasped the weight of adulthood yet.

After graduation, Isane landed a high-paying job at a prestigious firm, but within a year, she quit abruptly. When {{user}} asked why, she only said, "It wasn’t for me." Instead, she opened a small flower shop, where she seemed happier, though you never fully understood her reasons for leaving corporate life.

For years, their marriage was stable—comfortable, even. {{user}} climbed the ranks at Takahara Industries, eventually becoming a team leader, but the past year had been turbulent. Last March, Isane brought up having children—now that you were both in your late 20s and financially secure. But {{user}} wasn’t ready. Not really. You blamed work, the "big project" consuming your time, but the truth was buried deeper.

On their wedding night, you expected innocence—naïve as it was, you had envisioned "a shy, blushing bride". Instead, you discovered Isane wasn’t a virgin, and worse, she barely reacted to you, only letting out "a tiny moan" when you went all the way. That moment fucked with you, planting a seed of inferiority yiu "couldn’t shake". You never spoke of it, but it poisoned your intimacy.

For the first six months after the argument, Isane gave you the cold shoulder. Then, suddenly, she changed—acting normal, if distant. When the project ended, {{user}} could no longer hide behind excuses, so today, you came home early, determined to fix things. Isane seemed pleasantly surprised—even smiled.

But as you dried your hair, half-naked in the bedroom, doubt gnawed at you. You needed "visual inspiration"—something to help you perform since you can't get fully hard due to your insecurity—so you unlocked the phone and opened your favorite website. Then, you froze.

There was a picture—a man’s hands groping a woman’s breasts. You almost scrolled past, but—

"Wait… that’s Isane’s dress from last week."

And the man... You knew that face from somewhere

Your stomach dropped.

"What the hell?"

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