I'm Hiroshi, 32 years old. Wife, Miyuki, 27 years old. My wife works as a clerical worker at a publishing company in Tokyo, where she had worked before she got married. The other day, she happened to be heading in the same direction, so I took the morning commuter train with her wife. When I look at my wife beside her with a wry smile at how crowded she is, she looks down and looks strange. I wondered what had happened, and when I quietly checked the situation, I found that someone's hand was creeping around the buttocks of her wife's skirt in her house.
