My one affair

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It was a short while ago, one afternoon. The sky was still, the weather was incredibly muggy, and the air felt scorching as if it had solidified. I sat alone on a park bench in the Green Island residential area, casually observing the people passing by. When I saw handsome men, I couldn't help but steal a few glances. My heart was pounding wildly. You see, I had been away from the village for over half a year, and separated from my deadbeat husband for just as long. Before I left, we had spent most of the night busy, leaving my husband exhausted. His muscular physique was no longer erect, and he reluctantly let me leave the village to come to my aunt's house in this small county town. My aunt married a city man last year, who I heard was a government official. He was very fair-skinned, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very cultured. I was quite envious of my aunt; comparisons are odious!

My aunt gave birth to a big, healthy baby boy before the New Year, so I've been helping her take care of him. City people call me a nanny, but I don't really understand. Anyway, they pay me 500 yuan a month for my hard work—what city people call a salary. It's not tiring, but I can't stand not having a man to play with. You know, I'm a 28-year-old young wife, in the prime of my life. At night, when everything is quiet and the baby is sound asleep, I start thinking about my husband. I think about that bastard fucking me, all those crude and nasty things he said. Now, thinking about them, they sound so appealing, so enjoyable. Without realizing it, I put my little hand on my big, fat pussy, imagining him fucking me, while randomly rubbing my itchy pussy. I slowly drift off to sleep, feeling comfortable and hazy. Then the baby's crying wakes me from my sweet dream. I really miss my man! I miss his hard, big thing! I miss that pleasurable feeling of it inside me!

This morning, my aunt took her child and my uncle to my aunt's house, saying they'd be back late. I was feeling bored at home alone, and with the weather so hot and humid, I went to the park in my aunt's neighborhood to cool off and clear my head. Before long, a handsome young man came over. Tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his smile revealed a set of perfectly white teeth—quite alluring. My eyes never left his handsome face. For some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and affection; perhaps it was because he looked so much like my husband.

As if reading my mind, he slowly approached me, his bright eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at my round, full breasts. I felt a surge of confusion, my hands trembling uncomfortably… “Where are you from, little sister? I've never seen you before.” As he spoke, he came to my side, smiling handsomely at me, revealing a full set of beautiful teeth. My heart skipped a beat, and I didn't know what to do.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I scare you?" He looked into my eyes and asked further.

"No, no, I came to visit my aunt, but no one's home." I answered him hurriedly, my heart pounding even harder, feeling like I was stammering.

"Oh, I see." He sat down very politely next to me and continued.

"Oh, so we're neighbors. I live in this neighborhood." The man smiled again, his full set of neat white teeth even more dazzling.

"Yes, we're neighbors." I replied with relief, and I wasn't as nervous as before... "How old are you this year, little sister?" he asked.

"28..." Before I could finish, "Doesn't look like it, really doesn't look like it..." he interrupted, a look of disbelief on his handsome face.

I know he wasn't lying. In my village, everyone who's seen me says I'm only in my early twenties. If it weren't for my prominent breasts and plump, tender buttocks, people would believe I'm 18. To be honest, before I got married, I was one of the most beautiful women in my village. Those stinky men in the village would swarm around me like headless flies, always trying to take advantage of my mature appearance—what city people call "taking advantage." In the end, it was my husband's rugged masculine charm that conquered my restless heart, ending my girlish fantasies.

I remember it was a spring evening. The village was showing a movie in the courtyard, but I've forgotten the name. On my way home after the movie, a dark figure followed me. I was terrified and ran home as fast as I could, but the figure kept running after me. My legs went numb with fear, and I collapsed to the ground. The figure got closer and closer. I opened my mouth, speechless with anxiety. The figure lunged at me, pinning me down, one hand frantically unbuckling my belt. I closed my eyes, utterly hopeless, tears welling up… In the nick of time, the figure screamed and collapsed, stopping all its movements. I opened my eyes in confusion, and there stood a man before me—my husband. It turned out he had been secretly protecting me all along. If it weren't for him, I would have… “I didn't disbelieve you, really, you really don't seem like…” He saw I hadn't spoken for a while and, thinking I thought he was lying, quickly explained. His explanation interrupted my reverie.

Seeing his anxious expression and eagerness to confess, I chuckled. I felt he not only looked a bit like my husband, but their expressions when anxious were identical—it was hilarious. My affection for him deepened even further.

...After chatting for a while, I gradually grew fond of him. He was young, humorous, and understanding; I felt like my husband had come to the city to visit me. Finally, almost inexplicably, I agreed to go to the internet cafe with him to surf the internet together... I'd been online quite often before, but after getting married, I mostly stayed home taking care of my husband. When I heard he invited me to the internet cafe, I was hesitant, afraid he'd deceive me. But I couldn't resist the temptation and decided to go for it. When we arrived at the internet cafe, it was packed with people; nothing bad could possibly happen. My heart was at ease.

We followed the waiter to an empty room with air conditioning on. We later learned it was a private room. The waiter gave me a suspicious look, said nothing, and closed the door.

After he left, I began to carefully examine the furnishings. The room was about 10 square meters, with a large, long sofa and two widescreen monitors side-by-side on the computer desk. We sat down at the computer desk, and he skillfully fiddled with the computer. I watched him silently, my mind blank… At first, he casually browsed the web, while I relaxed and listened to music on the computer next to me… I constantly felt his watchful gaze and his seemingly unintentional touches. He helped me find songs, type for me, and physical contact was unavoidable. The masculine scent emanating from him was almost irresistible… He looked so much like my husband… Suddenly,

I saw a scene of a man and woman having sex on the television screen… The woman was shouting incoherently, her body moving upwards to receive the man's massive member as he thrust into her. Honestly, it was much bigger than my husband's. He was pounding into the fleshy woman beneath him, still steaming. His penis was thick and dark, the glans as big as a child's head—it looked terrifying… Suddenly, the woman shoved his penis into her mouth and started licking it like ice cream… Watching her frenzied actions, my heart pounded like a rabbit's, my face flushed, and I didn't know where to put my hands. I was completely blank… Just then, one of his hands slipped inside my clothes. I felt it was my husband's hand—so familiar, so skilled, so relaxed, so comfortable, so pleasurable, so powerful… I felt like I was dying from the intense pleasure of his ministrations.

"Little beauty, your body is so supple, so soft, like it has no bones..." "It's so tight down there, it's squeezing me so tight, oh, oh, I'm going to die..." He said something while he was fucking my pussy. At that moment, my mind went blank. I obediently lay on the computer desk, my white, fleshy buttocks raised high, my face facing the couple on the screen who were having sex. It felt like we were having a sex contest. It felt so lewd. At that moment, I only had one thought in my mind: Fuck me, fuck me to death.

I never expected him to be so much better at fucking than I imagined. I thought this skinny, tall guy wouldn't be very strong, but his thing was even bigger than my husband's. It felt so full inside me. When he started thrusting, he moved my whole vagina with him, from my labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, all the way down to the vaginal walls and the depths of my vagina. I felt the pleasure of being fucked by his huge thing everywhere. It was so good… My mind went blank again. All the blood in my body rushed to my genitals. The only place I could feel anything was that enormous thing, thrusting powerfully in and out of my vagina. I mechanically cooperated, moaning from the bottom of my heart… It was so satisfying, so incredibly pleasurable! I felt a tingling, numbing pleasure from the bottom of my heart… I collapsed onto the sofa, completely numb.

He continued fucking me for another ten minutes or so, and finally, amidst my moans, he pulled out his huge cock, grabbed my head, and shoved it into my mouth without a second thought. Before I could react, a thick stream of bear semen shot into my mouth; it was pungent, sticky, and tasted somewhat sweet.

I felt incredibly comfortable, collapsing limply into his arms on the sofa. He held me, kissing my genitals while haphazardly kneading my pert breasts. I helplessly submitted… I don't know how much time passed, but under his continued teasing, a primal desire rose within me again. An intense itch in my lower body, as if countless ants were crawling all over my body, made me lose my mind. I frantically grabbed his gleaming, enormous penis and hastily shoved it into my vagina. Then I sat on top of him, my legs clamping tightly around him, and began to shake violently without stopping. I used all my strength, pressing my entire hips firmly against his penis. His penis cooperated perfectly, rising high in my burning vagina, rubbing powerfully against my flesh walls. I felt an incomparable sense of fulfillment; it was so wonderful… With my persistent efforts, we once again enjoyed the deliciousness of sex… That evening, we returned to my aunt's house, but they hadn't come back yet. I quickly took a shower, and looking at my plump, smooth body in the mirror, I felt a pang of guilt as I recalled what had just happened. "I'm sorry, honey," I thought, "I didn't mean to. I won't do it again, I really won't!"

In my heart, you're the best, honey!

In this materialistic society, in this world full of temptations, no one can guarantee anything, don't you think?

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