The potbelly hides the adulterous act. A sudden burp is a reminder of the dinner that was taken place not long ago "that [insert generic Japanese dish] was fine, I guess," he thought. The Animalistic moans become more obnoxious, a clear signal to shake his hips faster. In that instant, he realized that the sexual arousal of committing an immoral act wasn't there anymore. That ounce of self-awareness scared him and made him do it harder. Thus, the climax came the three drops of jizz are proof of it. This unquenchable adulterous esophagus.
It's finally over. He tries to rest his head in her chest, to feel her warmth. "I need to make bento for tomorrow, sorry," she says, clearly uncomfortable. They part ways. His stench fills the bullet train, or so it seems to him. "Ohh jeez, better take a bath as quick as possible, so nobody notice," thought to himself, despite deep down, he knows everybody knows. This unquenchable adulterous esophagus.
A cold okaeri welcomed home. Her wife was alone in the kotatsu, peeling a tangerine. "[Insert daughter's name] says she's going to stay with a friend. She'll come Monday," she said while offering a tangerine piece. Their gazes crossed for a second, long enough to take a glimpse of the defeated look in her eyes. "Of course, all bad things take place on Monday HAHAHA," he replied, trying to get rid of all the bad implications that arise in his mind with a bad pun that, when translated, it sounds even worse. This unquenchable adulterous esophagus.
"Another day, another yen," he says while crawling to his western bed, it was really big just for him. Tomorrow will be another great day, he'll take his brunch in this new [insert generic Japanse dish] place that has been opened recently, and maybe dinner in some red light district place, for a change, he is an unquenchable adulterous esophagus, after all. Ahh yes, the salaryman life sure is good, pretty good.