Infatuation 2

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I opened the door and went home. My husband called. "Honey, are you home from work? Don't try to save yourself trouble by eating alone. Cook what you're supposed to do. Even if you can't finish, cook a little and make sure you eat. Eating out isn't hygienic." His call made me a little uneasy. What a good man! He's on a business trip and still thinking about my meals. Although I've gone out alone before, it was always with his permission. This time is different. This is betrayal. Even though he would agree if I told him, why didn't he? I stood there blankly, listening to my husband talk. When he noticed I wasn't speaking, he asked what was wrong, honey. I snapped out of it and said, "Nothing, I'll sit for a bit and then cook." "Okay, I'll hang up now. I'll be back in a couple of days. I miss you, honey." After hanging up, I sat weakly on the sofa, staring blankly out the window. The passion I felt after get off work vanished instantly. My vagina, which had been moist, felt slowly drying. I picked up my phone, wanting to send him a message, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I said I had my period. I opened my phone and saw the message he had sent while my husband and I were on the phone: "Sister-in-law, I'm on the highway. I miss you!" Decide what you want to eat first, and we'll go in a bit.
He's here.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do. In a daze, I didn't realize when I had taken off my clothes. I only realized it when I was completely naked. How did I get naked? Maybe it was just an instinctive desire. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I stood up and went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and suddenly a warm current surged from my head to my feet. My instincts were surging, slowly flowing out. Then my vagina became wet. I thought, to be precise, I thought about this man. Then I started to take a proper shower. After showering and drying, I sat at the dressing table and slowly dried my hair. Just as I was about to use the hairdryer, my phone rang. "Sister-in-law, I've arrived. I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the community. No rush, you tidy up the house first, I'll get back to you." What was bound to happen, happened. I didn't bother drying my hair. I did a simple light makeup, put on lipstick, and looked down to see that my toenail polish was a little incomplete. I touched it up because he has a foot fetish. When I got to the entrance of the community, I saw that pearl white 5 Series parked next to the security room. He saw me, and I saw him, but I ignored him and just kept walking. He only started the car and followed me after I had walked quite a distance. It was a kind of tacit understanding, I guess.
As soon as we got in the car, he reached out and touched my thigh, saying, "Sister-in-law, aren't I smart? I understand you, right?" I didn't answer him directly, just smiled and said, "Where are you planning to go? Tell me, sister-in-law." I said, "Something quiet." He said, "Let's go to the next town, so you don't run into anyone you know here." After that, we got on the national highway. There was a Western restaurant in the next town. After we sat down facing each other, the waiter came over and asked, "What would you two like?" I said steak and salad, and then he ordered me a glass of red wine. As I slowly sipped it to the soft, soothing music, he asked, "Brother, how many days have you been gone?" My heart ached for no reason. I smiled and said, "Not many days." Then I changed the subject and asked, "What excuse did you use to come out?" He told his wife he was going on a business trip, then said, "Sister-in-law, I haven't done it for half a month. I really want to do it with you properly." I gave him a disgruntled look and said, "Keep your voice down, it's not good for others to hear." He grinned mischievously and said, "Sister-in-law, did you miss me?" I said, "What do you think? Sister-in-law, you're so good. To spend a wonderful night with such a sentimental woman is truly a great blessing." I didn't reply and kept eating. After I finished eating, he ordered two more glasses of iced water. After drinking half of it, he said, "Sister-in-law, let's go to a hotel." I nodded, and felt a little dizzy when I stood up. I took his arm and got into the car. He said, "Sister-in-law, do you want to walk around like this?" I said, "No, let's go to a hotel." Then we drove straight to a hotel deep in the mountains, a place the three of us had arranged to meet before, except this time I didn't bring my husband. Thinking about this made me feel sad again. The hotel was quiet and cozy, with spacious, soundproofed rooms. Taking my key card to the room, I found myself in a dimly lit, quiet corridor carpeted with scarlet flowers, where every step was utterly silent. I remembered this corridor from the first time I met a single man, only this time the man beside me was my husband. I still remember my feelings then: excitement, fear, anticipation, thrill; my legs were still trembling slightly, yet my underwear was soaked. This time, I felt the same way, but with added guilt and remorse.
The door opened with a beep. I went in, turned on the lights and the air conditioner. The alcohol made me a little weak and excited. I put down my bag and lay back on the bed. He took off my high heels and kissed my feet. I tried to pull them away but couldn't. I said I hadn't showered yet. He took another deep breath on my feet and said, "Didn't you just shower at home, sister-in-law?" I didn't say anything. After he kissed both my feet, he got on the bed and lay down on his side next to me. Our eyes met, and yes, we saw love and desire in each other's eyes. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, closed my eyes, and he pressed himself against me. His tongue explored my lips twice. I opened my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. His hands lifted my shirt and bra, teasing my nipples. My nipples hardened, and he gently rubbed them with his palms, stroking them for a while before moving downwards. My short skirt was a little tight at the waist, so his hands couldn't go in. I freed one side... He unzipped the side of my short skirt with one hand, raised my buttocks, and reached inside to touch it, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're soaking wet." He stroked my clitoris for a while, then started to pull down my skirt and underwear. I raised my buttocks, and as I pulled down my underwear, I felt a slippery sensation running down my thighs. Yes, my underwear was soaking wet. He threw my underwear and skirt on the sofa, put his arms around my neck, and unhooked my bra. I cooperated by stretching my arms up. He said, "Sister-in-law, you're so fair-skinned, your skin is so smooth." Then he got up and stripped naked as well. His penis was erect like a stick, with veins like small earthworms. The glans was dark red from engorgement, and clear, viscous fluid slowly flowed from my urethra, dripping down in strands. I reached out and squeezed it, saying, "So hard, so hot." Women are more uninhibited when they're cheating. When their husbands are around, they always consciously or unconsciously try to maintain a certain level of dignity and virtue. He knelt on the bed first, then pressed down on me. Yes, I longed for it, longed to embrace him, longed for his penetration and vigorous thrusting. Before his legs could even part mine, I spread my legs, wrapped my arms around his neck, and put my tongue in his mouth. His penis teased my vaginal opening, moving up and down, left and right. Already yearning, and with his teasing, my juices gushed out in waves. A tingling, itchy sensation coursed through me, while the area around my vagina was soaked from his glans's stimulation. I couldn't take it anymore. I spread my legs even wider, released his neck, and put my buttocks... I arched my back, grabbed his buttocks with both hands, and pressed in twice, ready to welcome his entry. He reached down and touched me for a while, then inserted two fingers and fidgeted a few times. After pulling out, he licked himself clean and kissed me. I reached out to help him guide his penis to my vagina, pressed again, and he tilted his head back, straightened his back, and thrust in all the way. The thrust made me arch my back, gasp, and then let out two soft "uh... ah..." sounds. I grabbed his waist and said, "I want it, faster, faster, it feels so good, so good." I arched my back, grabbed his buttocks with both hands... His hips began to sway from side to side, my vagina involuntarily contracting, fluid flowing out and dripping from my anus onto the bed, wetting the sheets. The only sounds in the quiet room were the slapping of our bellies and my gasps of "uh... ha... ah." He kissed my ears, face, and neck as he made love to me. I grew increasingly dazed, then suddenly felt dizzy, as if floating on clouds. He quickened his pace. "I want it, faster, I want it, I want it... so good, so good... so good... ah..." I slumped down, releasing my grip on him, my hands sliding onto the bed, panting heavily. His sweat dripped onto my chest, breasts, and face. We breathed for a while, and he asked, "Sister-in-law, are you comfortable?" I nodded weakly. He stretched my legs out and wrapped his arms around my neck, saying, "Sister-in-law, hold me tight." I raised my limp arms and hugged him, squeezing my slightly burning vagina. He went faster and faster... After a long while, he let out a low growl, thrusting in a few times, and then collapsed softly on top of me, panting heavily. I stroked the sweat all over his body, then wiped it on the pillowcase, pulled the blanket over him, and hugged his waist, saying, "Let's rest like this. I like it this way."
The room fell silent.

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