For my husband's sake, I gave myself to his boss.

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I'm trying to write down my first experience. Although I was sexually harassed, I did experience an orgasm. Some netizens wrote to me asking me to write down my deepest feelings. After much consideration, I'd like to try writing down my experience.

Since being harassed by Director Wu, although he didn't physically take my body, the conflicting emotions and desires, the clash between tradition and modernity, have constantly troubled me. I always thought I was a woman indifferent to sex, but now I realize I have physical desires. However, I constantly remind myself to value my reputation. Although Director Wu called me several times, his intentions were obvious, but I refused each time because I still considered it an accident, and I remained a good woman. I didn't want to do anything to betray my husband. However, not long after, my husband was detained for financial matters. That period was the darkest time of my life. To get my husband out as soon as possible, I used every connection, money, and even my own body. As I mentioned before, Director Wu is a connection to my husband; frankly, he's in the government. After my husband's incident, I used many connections, and later friends told me that all I needed to do was contact Director Wu; he could help. My first thought was that I shouldn't contact him because I had already refused him multiple times, and he was very angry. But my husband's situation was urgent and couldn't be delayed any longer, especially since the company could only be managed after my husband's release. I called Director Wu. After listening to my story, he just laughed it off, saying it was a difficult matter, that although he and my husband were very close, the situation was too sudden, and he needed time, etc. Towards the end, he suddenly asked if I was lonely without my husband at home, saying it was hard to explain over the phone and that we should meet at my house. I knew his likely intentions, but I had no other choice at the time, so I said, "Okay, this afternoon. I'll wait for you at home." Honestly, I had a premonition about Director Wu's arrival, but given the circumstances, I figured he had been an official for many years and should have basic manners. Besides, he had a good relationship with my husband, and he wouldn't do anything to take advantage of my misfortune, so I felt much more at ease. But after that incident, I still felt uneasy. Director Wu arrived before 1 p.m. I remember I was dressed casually, wearing a short-sleeved vest and a jacquard casual skirt. Since I was at home, I wasn't wearing tights and just slippers. I hadn't been resting much during that period, constantly running around, and without any grooming, I looked much older. When Director Wu arrived, I helped him change into slippers. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, but it couldn't hide his large, fleshy frame. I felt incredibly small next to him, as if I were about to be encased in him. Director Wu looked at me lecherously, saying I looked thin and that it wasn't good for women to be too thin; he preferred fuller figures. I said, "Don't joke with me. You absolutely have to help with my husband's matter." As I poured him tea, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I struggled to get up, telling him not to do that. He tightened his grip, immobilizing my hands, and said, "What are you pretending for? Weren't you very provocative last time? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Hearing him mention the last time made my face flush, but I still tried to break free, telling him it wasn't right, that I would betray my husband, and that I wasn't that kind of person. Director Wu gripped both my wrists tightly with one hand; his strength was so great that my wrists ached. Director Wu freed one hand and slipped it inside my vest. I hated myself for wearing such loose clothing. He easily ripped off my bra and began groping my breasts. With my hands restrained, I could only beg him to let go. While kneading my breasts, Director Wu said, "Didn't you want my help? If you behave well now, your husband will be fine." He then added, "Your breasts seem smaller than before. Haven't had a man with you in a long time?" I was filled with anger and resentment. My feelings were so complicated. I really needed his help, but I couldn't do anything to betray my husband. My mind seemed to rewind to that night. My nipples hardened involuntarily under Director Wu's caresses, and my breasts felt swollen. My pleas grew softer, and my hands lost their strength. Director Wu began to kiss me. This time, he easily slipped his tongue into my mouth. I don't know how I could have accepted his kiss so readily. He was very experienced, kissing me slowly and deliberately, occasionally licking my earlobe. He pulled up my vest, kissing my neck, gradually moving towards my breasts. His tongue circled around my nipples, while his other hand lifted my skirt, caressing my bare legs. I instinctively tried to block him with my hands, and he bit down hard on my nipple, the pain almost making me faint. He said to me, "Think about your husband, and besides, don't you want it? It's been a long time since anyone's done this, look at your nipples, so hard." His words completely broke me. In fact, my body was starting to react, but my husband's image kept flashing before my eyes, my mind as chaotic as my heart. What's more, Director Wu had already easily pulled down my underwear, and I only felt a chill creeping over my genitals, followed by Director Wu's rough fingers playing with my genitals. I lay across Director Wu's lap, my head drooping beside him. He kept licking my nipples, his fingers parting my genitals, pinching and teasing my sensitive areas. I could feel fluid starting to flow from my genitals. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. My face burned, and my breathing became rapid. Suddenly, Director Wu held his fingers, which were on my genitals, in front of me. I knew he wanted me to see the sticky fluid on his fingers. I closed my eyes tightly, but I could still hear Director Wu's lewd laughter and lewd words: "Slut, what are you pretending to be so innocent for? Look at your cunt." Director Wu suddenly picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Above my bed in my bedroom hung my wedding photo with my husband. Looking at my husband in the photo, I became sober again. I pushed Director Wu, who had already pinned me to the bed, away abruptly, hurriedly straightening my clothes, tears streaming down my face. Director Wu was startled at first, but how could he let me go? He calmly closed my bedroom door, drew the curtains, and said to me: "Baby, why are you crying? I'll make you cry with pleasure later." I hugged my chest, crying and begging him to let me go. But Director Wu stripped off his clothes piece by piece in front of me, saying, "Baby, your crying makes you even more interesting. I haven't played with a woman like you in a long time." When he took off his last piece of clothing, his thick, long penis made me unable to look directly at it, and I buried my head between my legs. Director Wu sat down beside me and tried to take off my top. I pushed him aside again and instinctively rushed towards the door. But Director Wu was prepared. He grabbed my long hair, and I fell backward under his legs in pain. I cried and begged him to let go, but he pulled my hair and dragged me back onto the bed. He put my hands above my head. I had completely given up; I knew I couldn't escape his clutches. I covered my face with my arms, sobbing. Director Wu slowly unzipped my skirt, lifted my buttocks, and pulled down the only thing covering my lower body. He then pulled up my vest, straightened my arms, and took it off. I could feel Director Wu's greedy gaze fixed on my naked body. Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together, covered my face with my arms, and stopped sobbing. It felt like the world had truly stopped; I was naked like this for the first time in front of another man. Director Wu began to caress every inch of my skin from head to toe. Each touch made my body tremble—perhaps from shame, perhaps from stimulation, I couldn't say. He spread my legs, and I could feel his breath hitting my genitals. Director Wu seemed to be scrutinizing a naked animal. He said, "Your genitals are nice, dark red like your nipples, but you have too much hair. You won't admit you're a slut." I was so nervous. I really didn't know what Director Wu would do next. After all, my husband was my only man. I didn't dare open my eyes because I saw my husband's picture above me, and I dared not look at the muscular Director Wu. Suddenly, Director Wu lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. I realized what was happening and cried out, "No!" But Director Wu's thing had already forcefully entered my genitals. At this moment, due to nervousness, my genitals became dry, and his thing was so big and thick, far larger than my husband's. I could feel the swelling and pain in my genitals, and I started to cry. I only heard Director Wu say: "What are you crying for? You've already been fucked by me, and you're still pretending to be innocent." Director Wu kept pushing his thing hard into my body. I could feel that the head of his thing was so big, constantly thrusting into my body. I instinctively spread my legs, and I only heard Director Wu laugh. He pulled his thing out a little and then forcefully pushed it into my body again. I stopped crying and instinctively moaned. Seeing that I had a reaction, Director Wu was no longer in a hurry. He used his thing, which was already mostly inserted, to tease my genitals. The swelling feeling from before slowly disappeared, replaced by a pulsating stimulation. I unconsciously cooperated with Director Wu's thrusting, and I felt my genitals fluid flowing out again. At this moment, Director Wu shouted at me: "Slut, watch how I fuck you." He thrust again, and his thing was fully inserted, reaching all the way to my cervix. He held my raised legs and began thrusting wildly. It was the first time I'd experienced such intense, high-speed stimulation, and I quickly climaxed. But Director Wu seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He made me lie face down on the bed and fucked me from behind. I slammed against my buttocks, making a loud thud. I begged him to be gentler, saying I couldn't take it. But he wouldn't listen, thrusting into me like a madman. I honestly don't remember how long he did it to me that afternoon. I had several orgasms, and each time I came to my senses, I cried. He smoked beside me, and then soon after, he was back on top of me, fucking me like a madman. I really don't know how he had such stamina. He didn't stop until it was almost dark; he had to come to his workplace. He reluctantly pinched my nipples, saying he'd take care of my husband's situation. He also said I was slutty, like a prostitute. But I couldn't hear anything he said.After leaving, I soaked in the bathroom for a long time, feeling guilty for my earlier passion and unsure how to face my husband. Director Wu was right; my husband's matter was quickly resolved. To thank Director Wu, my husband treated him and his wife to a meal. Seeing my husband's grateful expression and Director Wu's smug look, I felt even more ashamed. That night, my husband got very drunk. Director Wu had his wife take a taxi home, and he accompanied me to take my husband home. My husband was completely unconscious and fell asleep in the bedroom. Director Wu quietly said to me, "I've slept in this bed too," and then pinched my butt. I quickly asked him to leave the room and closed the door. I told him to go back, but he clung to me tightly, demanding that I thank him and that he do it again. I said my husband was there, and besides, it was impossible for us anymore; everything was in the past. He said this was the last time, and there would be no next time. He threatened to tell my husband if I didn't. I really wanted to end it all; I really wanted to be a good woman. He led me to the bathroom, made me lean against the sink, facing the large glass window. He pulled down my underwear from behind. Perhaps afraid my husband would find out, he didn't take off my clothes, only pushing my bra up to my breasts. He pulled down his pants, and without any foreplay, he penetrated me like a rape. This time, I felt no arousal; I just wanted him to finish quickly. He seemed very impatient, ejaculating inside me very soon. After I saw him out, I could feel his fluids continuously flowing from my genitals.

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