She finally cheated on me.

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Infidelity is a familiar topic for many, especially among the forum's experts and members
. Perhaps in everyone's eyes, discussing infidelity is either about showing off, or, to put it more euphemistically, sharing, or simply venting personal
experiences. It's often used in fictional narratives, recounting everyday life and reflecting on its complexities.
Some envy, some despise, and others simply read quietly as general readers.
I've wanted to write a series about my story with her, but I don't want to portray her as the kind
of woman who "cheated," so I'll use the phrase "she was cheated on" to show my respect for her.
I'm a true 80s kid; this forum has been with me
for a long time .
I remember back in 2006, a forum called "Erotic 365" entered my life. I was
in college then, and I was thrilled and became completely addicted. Influenced by the forum,
I became incredibly proficient in using various services like PPTalk, eMule, BitSpirit, Waga, and Xunlei. From
watching online to making my own choices, I realized the forum played an indispensable role in my personal growth.
However, in reality, I'm not usually that reserved when it comes to women. I only have a few close relationships
, mostly with classmates, friends, or other men's wives. Therefore, I tend to keep
my distance .
But when a married woman entered my life and crossed paths with me as someone who had an affair
, I had to re-examine my views on "cheating women" and my understanding of "cheating."
I have a wealth of life experience, but my romantic life is completely blank. I only experienced my first
woman , which is extremely shameful. To this day, including her, it's only been two or three women. And I don't
like going to prostitutes, so I cherish relationships all the more.
I've worked in many industries before, including a power company and an advertising agency, but
dissatisfied with the restrictive hours and low pay, I switched to the imported wine industry in 2010.
Because of this industry, I've met all sorts of women, colleagues and clients alike. I always felt that
the women in my industry were like fine wines—vibrant, complex, and varied in flavor, but very few
could inspire genuine affection without any financial ties. Until she appeared.
Frankly, she wasn't outstanding; she wasn't as beautiful as a celebrity, nor did she possess
the alluring figures of many women on online forums. She was even a mother of two, but not a "hot mom." She was a very traditional woman,
extremely simple in both her lifestyle and her approach to sex.
She was a classmate of mine, but we hadn't been in touch for years. Meeting her again by chance was
a more like the warmth of a close classmate than anything I'd felt before.
Later I found out it was a misunderstanding; she had mistaken me for someone else. Our names differed by only one character, which is why she
added me on WeChat. Sometimes I'm truly grateful for fate; it can unexpectedly bring two
people destined to be together back together, just like her and me.
The first time I met her, she was out shopping with her son. She walked near me, and
without , she went over with two bottles of wine. The moment we met, it
felt like we'd known each other forever, even love at first sight.
I've never thought that classmates who were unattractive as children would grow up to be beautiful, because I had no
memory . This was our first real meeting, and she didn't seem awkward at all, readily
accepting my first gift.
From then on, it was unstoppable. Chatting every day became a must for us. From attraction to intimacy, from
intimacy to our first time making love, from being inseparable to arguing, from arguing to missing each other—in just a few months,
we experienced a life I'd never experienced before in all my years. And now I'm still single, while she's someone else
's wife and a mother of two.
Every day, something happens between us. Although I gradually lured her into having an affair,
I never intended to deliberately break up her "chance encounter," nor did I categorize her as
one of those so-called "cheating" women.
I've always considered her a part of my life; because of her, I feel
my life is vibrant. I will gradually share our stories (with her consent, of course). This
post is merely a prelude to the story, and I simply want to perfectly interpret what I consider "cheating."
In my view, there are many kinds of cheating, but I've found that the concept of "consequences" doesn't exist between us.
We can have results and consequences at any time, and we're not worried about them.
If her partner finds out about us, well, there are only two possibilities. First, divorce. This
doesn't put any pressure on me. It's not that I'm out of my mind or acting impulsively. We've come a long way, and
I've never cared that she's married and a mother. I believe we can live well together, and I
can get past my parents' objections. They'll only support us, and we can have our own children, our own careers, and our own
families. More likely, for the sake of our children and our family, we won't divorce. But her partner might treat her badly,
hitting her or speaking ill of her. In that case, I'm sorry, but I can't ignore it. I can
leave them alone, I can stay out of it, but her partner can't take his anger out on her because of me. If he does, he can take it out on me
. I'll accept it all; it's what I owe her partner, it's my moral failing. Of course, she might also
choose not to stay with me for the sake of her family. Well, I'll keep the sadness to myself and not make things difficult for her. I won't bother her in the
future We can keep in touch, but I won't embarrass her anymore.
However, the aforementioned "consequences" are not currently present. More likely, our affair
will continue as a clandestine affair. But my heart tells me I can sincerely treat her,
her partner, and their child, and I genuinely hope they are all well. Within my means, I will try to minimize
their burdens and help them as much as possible.
This is my first post, a brief sharing of my personal insights and views on "cheating." What I want to say is that cheating
is not shameful; the key is how the two people treat each other. Men must be responsible, and women must be sincere. Only then does
cheating align with the emotional investment of both individuals. Love is selfish, and "cheating" is even more private. Thank you.

As the saying goes, love is the most hurtful thing, and that's absolutely true. I believe most people have experienced it, and I am no exception.
Outside. Every time I write a story, I'm always reminiscing about a relationship, or more specifically, a woman. I
can't say I'm particularly sentimental, but if I were to wallow in self-pity here, I'm sure the brothers on this forum would
laugh at me. Someone who watches porn every day and has no inhibitions is pretending to be innocent—it's bound to get me attacked.
But I still believe that everyone is unique, and the brothers and sisters on this forum can't replace me.
The relationships I've experienced are beyond your imagination; we're different.
It's strange, really. I'm not perverted, and I don't have any problems, but I don't have that desire for romance or marriage with some single girls or women.
They're often classmates, friends, or even close acquaintances,
but all the women I've been involved with are married, and none of them are younger than me. You could say I'm
"seducing" other men's wives, getting them to cheat, and then we have our stories.
What's conflicting for me is that I haven't deceived or hidden anything from them. I always feel like I'm also emotionally invested
.
A guy on the forum was right. No matter what, infidelity is infidelity. The two people can't
be together , and the other person can't divorce their spouse to be with me. So every time we separated, there was a
heart-wrenching sadness. I thought a lot, did a lot, but it was all in vain. We couldn't be together after all,
but it wasn't like a casual fling. All of this happened to me.
After returning to the north, I gradually reconnected with my classmates, especially my junior high classmates. She was one
of them —very beautiful and gentle. Aside from her occasional temper tantrums, she had no other flaws.
Since we lived close by, we often resonated with each other, especially about family matters.
We always understood each other, and gradually we felt we couldn't live without each other. We were different from ordinary
online friends ; we knew each other inside and out, and it was inevitable that we would be together.
I remember once I gave her a 30-yuan bottle of cheap lanolin. It was embarrassing because I genuinely didn't know how much it
was worth; someone else had given it to me. Similarly, it was because of this that we had our first real
intimate contact. When I gave her something, I couldn't help but touch her, which resulted in a stern reprimand from her,
and we parted on bad terms.
But that evening, she asked me out. I knew she was overthinking it, thinking I was angry.
Actually I always speak in a flippant way, and she was just maintaining her dignity, so she spoke a bit harshly. But I
knew she wasn't good at expressing herself, and she regretted it afterward. But I knew she liked me too, and I liked her too, because
she was wet when I touched her that night.
I could clearly feel the outline of her vagina and that wet feeling. I knew she was aroused, and
I was actually very excited too. I just kept stroking her back and forth. I had never felt her so gentle before. When I asked her questions, she
always answered very gently.
Just like she said, "It's over, it's over. As long as a man and woman hold hands, kiss each other, and touch
each other, and the other person doesn't object, then it's bound to go that far."
Perhaps my waiting finally paid off. One winter afternoon, we met again by the river,
because it was very cold. I suggested we sit in my car, and she agreed. Everything went smoothly.
In the car, I couldn't sit still; I didn't want to embarrass her. Perhaps she was shy,
but when I tried to kiss her, she kept avoiding me. Finally, I pressed her down firmly, and it seemed to unfold just like in a novel. In the dark, I
finally got to touch her genitals again. I was excited, and so was she.
Because she was aroused, her vagina was very wet, and my fingers were going in and out, but I really didn't know what
to do. My penis was painfully hard. When I asked, "Can you give it to me?"
she looked at me with bright eyes: "What if I get pregnant?"
I said I wouldn't ejaculate inside, and then she was silent. Her answer was, "Go ahead and do it!"
But in that instant, I tensed up. My penis was pressed against her hairy mons pubis, and I actually went soft.
At that moment , I felt a mix of emotions. I suddenly felt like a jerk because I had destroyed a family and
shattered the perfect woman in my heart. It was all my fault. I suddenly regretted it. The more I felt this way,
the more nervous I became, and I still couldn't get an erection...
But I didn't just give up. I did something she told me about,
something : I kissed her labia.
Her genitals smelled wonderful, a faint, slightly sour scent, not overpowering. She used to say my lips were thick,
yet I used them to lick her vagina. I truly cherished her, but I didn't know how to face her
feelings, so after she left, I cried in the street… I'm sorry.
For a man, once things reach this point, there should be a conclusion.
Finally, one day, we were together, truly, both emotionally and physically. From that day on, she
had an intimate me in her life, and similarly, I had an important person in my life. I think there's
probably that can compare to ours; only when our bodies and minds belong to each other can the true
meaning of our feelings be fully expressed.
At noon, she didn't mention wanting to have dinner together that evening. It was a cold day, and I wanted to
go to her neighborhood, but I felt it wouldn't be good to run into acquaintances, so I decided to come to my place instead. Then, the most amazing
thing happened.
I originally wanted to go to a hotel with her, but she refused. Actually, I also felt it wasn't realistic because there wasn't enough time
. She kept emphasizing that we should go back after dinner, and she never considered doing it in the car.
The most crucial point is that she said her period hadn't ended yet, and I knew that; she was still wearing a sanitary pad.
How to put it... forget about being disgusting, when you like someone, everything about them is clean.
I thought we definitely wouldn't be able to be together today, but when I used my fingers, there was absolutely no
fishy smell so clumsy, so incredibly clumsy! Actually, her period had already ended. I was so pent up,
but like last time, I got nervous!
Why is it that when I think about her privately, I feel so good, but once I try to get intimate, I can't get an erection? I
felt like I was going to have another disaster!
And tonight, I experienced so many firsts myself—the first time I touched her breasts. They're not very big,
but they feel so good. I really like them; they're definitely my type—small, you can hold one in your hand. I've always
believed that whether a person's breasts are big, sexy, or attractive doesn't depend on the breasts themselves, but on who they are.
She was on my body, and she was the greatest emotional tribulation in my life.
It was also the first time I kissed her breasts; they were small and felt wonderful. But I still couldn't get an erection.
Hearing her seductive voice made me feel terrible. Even when I licked her genitals, she would pull my
hair hard, arching her back forcefully, making loud, beautiful sounds. I felt incredibly hot, but the more I thought about it,
the less I could get an erection…
When it all passed, we sat there, embracing, and I took her hand and placed it on my limp penis
. A miracle happened! I suddenly took off my sweater and pressed myself against her, going from fully erect to semi-erect, until I
was completely inside her vagina. It all felt like a dream. I had only one feeling: I truly possessed her. I
knew that my penis was inside her vagina; I had violated a woman's chastity, and from then on, she had
another unique part of me…
With each thrust, I felt her insides were very hot and tight, not like someone who had given birth.
Each time thrust all the way in, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Ironically, she then felt the urge to urinate, and I said, "Go
ahead and pee, it's okay!"
The whole car was filled with the sounds of our thrusting and her moans. The only regret was that neither of us
had taken our clothes off; our pants were still hanging on our legs, and I hadn't been able to fully penetrate her.
Until the very last moment, I suddenly had a strange feeling, my eyes filled with confusion. I knew I was going to ejaculate
into her vagina; I was going to completely possess her. I wanted to say those words to her, but I didn't, because I
had already ejaculated inside her. I didn't know how much; I only knew that I had ejaculated inside her.
She lay there limply, suddenly falling silent. She said she just wanted to lie down for a while, but the moment I finished dressing and
turned her around, she cried. I suddenly felt a pang of panic. I thought of many things,
imagining them in her mind—about home, her boyfriend, her child, even our future
… I just held her like that. We were supposed to eat at 5:30 PM, but it turned into 7:30 PM. I thought we could stay
like that until the early hours of the morning.
There were always worries. On the way, her boyfriend called, asking why she hadn't picked up the child from school. At that moment,
I sensed she was suddenly very upset. She said that whenever her boyfriend spoke to her in that tone, she didn't want to do
anything . At dinner, she kept talking about her worries. I listened, wanting
to help her, but I was powerless because I was the other woman.
I only felt a little better after she got home and sent a WeChat message saying "I'm fine," and by then it was already 9:30
PM …
It was a vivid dream. I know that I've gained another relationship, another chapter in my life.
This is my story with her, which has lasted for over five years. We still get together often,
but I don't know what the future holds. Someone
much I have equally strong feelings for her. Am I really the kind of person who's promiscuous and pretentious?
Both of them are urging me to find a partner and get married, seemingly trusting me completely. Am I destined for
happiness and "sexual fulfillment"?
There are always those who are deeply devoted in this world; don't laugh at their passionate devotion.
What is love in this world?

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