There is a woman's underwear on the balcony... It belongs to my neighbor's wife. Cute, gentle, and well-endowed... Since then, I became aware and avoided looking straight at her. One day, my underwear was hung out on the neighboring balcony. Unable to resist, I sneaked in and buried my face in the underwear... The wife was watching and signaled for me to come into the room... A deceptive intimacy wrapped around the feeling of ecstasy in the apartment during the day. Since then, underwear has been hung out on the balcony on days when my husband is frustratingly absent.