Married woman's affair secret

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I put down my coffee cup, wiped my mouth, and my husband glanced at his watch, saying, "Oh, time for work, gotta go."
I grabbed his briefcase, helped him put on his suit jacket, and saw him to the front door. He kissed me on the lips, saying, "I love you, honey, goodbye!" I replied reluctantly, "I love you too! Come home soon."
The door clicked shut. I went to the living room to clean up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. Back in the bedroom, my heart started pounding, and his vibrant body gradually appeared in my mind… His name is Johnny. Last week, when I was shopping at the supermarket downstairs, I accidentally twisted my high heels in the elevator. Although I didn't fall, my purchases scattered all over the floor. He carefully picked everything up and even helped me home.
To thank him, I made him a cup of coffee and asked him to stay a little longer. He kept praising my cooking skills and complimented my looks and alluring figure, making me incredibly happy. During casual conversation, I learned that he lived in the building next door, was a freelancer who designed computer programs for various companies from home, and went to the supermarket every morning to buy daily necessities.
After that, we met almost every day at the supermarket, shopping together, grabbing drinks at the neighborhood restaurant, and then he would carry my bags and walk me home. In less than two weeks, we became inseparable confidants, and finally, succumbing to the natural law of attraction, our friendship blossomed into romance, and we ended up having sex. From then on, my shopping list had a new item: birth control pills.
He's supposedly one-quarter foreign, which explains his good looks—a robust physique, deep-set eyes, a high nose—the kind of mature, charming prince charming that's popular with girls. Especially his…that thing, probably inherited from his foreign grandfather, was thick and long, much bigger than my husband's. I secretly measured it once; it was at least two glans longer than my husband's penis!
I still remember the first time he penetrated me, the initial fullness and discomfort gradually transforming into a feeling of fulfillment and ecstasy. I knew then that I could never live without that big thing. I suspect that women who say penis size doesn't affect the quality of sex have never experienced being penetrated by such a thick penis. Every time Johnny's penis entered and withdrew from my body, the friction time and area against the vaginal walls was one and a half times longer than my husband's. I felt that two thrusts from him were more stimulating than three thrusts from my husband, and I often had two orgasms before he ejaculated.
Thinking of Johnny, I stood in front of the dressing table, looking at my body in the mirror. Under the care of two men, I became more and more beautiful and charming, my figure more curvaceous and voluptuous, and my breasts fuller than before marriage. I took off my robe, put on the sheer lingerie my husband had bought online, slowly took off my underwear, sprayed some perfume under my armpits, behind my ears, and on my vulva, and twisted my hips a few times. Oh! If I were a man, I would surely be aroused by the alluring young woman in the mirror.
"Ding-dong~" The familiar doorbell rang, and I quickly suppressed my lustful thoughts, going to open the door.
"Baby, missed me? Come on, see if you did what I told you to." Johnny grabbed me before even entering, his other hand immediately reaching under my crotch for a few gropes: "Hmm, good girl, you already took off your underwear."
"Oh! You impatient lecher, come in first, it'll be bad if the neighbors see..." Before I could finish my angry retort, Johnny swept me up in his arms, kicked me back, and slammed the door shut, heading towards our bedroom.
"Hey! Don't rush, I made you some coffee..." I was still dazed, struggling slightly as I said, "Never mind, let's have sex first." He had already thrown me onto the bed and ripped off my pajamas.
Johnny quickly stripped naked, pounced on me, and pinned me down. His hard, erect penis expertly slid into my vagina. "Oh..." I gasped, holding him tightly, feeling his massive member slide in until the head reached my cervix and could go no further. Only then did I relax, ready for his next wave of wild thrusts. But Johnny
didn't immediately attack. Instead, he caressed my breasts with one hand and flipped our wedding photo on the bedside table to face us with the other, grinning wickedly. "Your husband's watching us make love! Go ahead and be wild, let your husband see how slutty you are." I glanced at him, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, but at the same time, my lust ignited like a fire fueled by oil.
This wicked Johnny truly understands the subtle psychology of a cheating young woman. Despite being unfaithful, she feels her husband's gaze fixed on her while she's being fucked. The internal conflict of shame and excitement fuels her lust to unprecedented heights, intensifying her orgasms and gradually drawing me into this chaotic, distorted carnal desire.
Ah! Johnny begins thrusting; his penis seems to pluck the strings of excitement throughout my body, waves of pleasurable sensations surging up from my lower body like ocean waves. His penis is like flipping a switch on my secretions, causing an unstoppable flow of vaginal fluid. I feel like I've fallen into a whirlpool of pleasure, spinning, rising and falling, fainting, lost… I'm so
overwhelmed by pleasure that even my soul seems to have flown away.
"Click! Cluck…" Suddenly, the sound of the front door unlocking comes from the entryway. Oh my god! Could it be my husband coming home? I was startled; the pleasure burst like a soap bubble. I hurriedly pushed Johnny off me and peeked through the crack in the door. Sure enough, I saw my husband stepping into the room!
Johnny saw him too. We scrambled off the bed in a panic. I kicked Johnny's clothes, shoes, and socks under the bed while frantically trying to figure out where to hide him. Hiding in the closet? No, getting from the bed to the closet required passing through the doorway, which my husband would definitely see. Hiding on the balcony? No, Johnny was completely naked; it would be terrible if the neighbors saw him, and who knew if my husband would come out onto the balcony?
In a flash, I noticed a space under the dressing table next to the bed, big enough for one person. I quickly pointed to that spot and forcefully pushed Johnny there. He immediately understood, crawled over, and disappeared into the dark space.
I hurriedly threw on my thick bathrobe, used the low stool to block Johnny's hiding place in front of the dressing table, and then sat on the stool, pretending to style my hair in front of the mirror.
Thank goodness! Just as I finished concealing myself, my husband walked into the bedroom. I dared not move for fear of giving myself away, so I stiffly looked in the mirror and feigned surprise, asking him, "Huh? Didn't you go to work? Why did you come back?"
"Oh, I forgot a document in the study. I need it for a meeting today, so I came back home to get it," my husband said, walking towards the dressing table. I became even more frightened, pressing my stomach tightly against the edge of the dressing table, spreading my legs wide, and pulling my bathrobe open to the sides, trying to cover myself as much as possible.
My husband stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, admiring my reflection in the mirror. "Oh! Sweetheart, you're so beautiful, your cheeks are rosy, and your eyes are so alluring they seem to be dripping with water." Before I could reply, something unexpected happened—I felt something warm and slippery gently moving up and down inside my vulva! I immediately realized that Johnny was licking my wide-open genitals!
To make matters worse, my open robe revealed my proud breasts through the mirror, and his hands slowly moved down from my shoulders, gradually approaching my breasts… Almost simultaneously, Johnny's tongue was already on my engorged clitoris, teasing it with varying pressure.
Oh my god! What should I do? Intense and stimulating pleasure surged from my lower body, but I couldn't cry out. I could only endure it silently, biting my lip tightly, but my body still trembled involuntarily.
Fortunately, my husband's hand had already reached my nipples, pinching and gently twisting my two cherries. I took the opportunity to let out a loud moan of "Ah... Ah..."
"Are you cold? You've been shivering, even your nipples are frozen stiff," my husband asked with concern. Turning around, he exclaimed, "Oh, no wonder! The balcony door is open!" He then let go of my hand and walked towards the balcony. I secretly rejoiced that Johnny hadn't hidden on the balcony, and subtly kicked him, warning him not to play pranks in front of my husband
.
After closing the balcony door, my husband returned behind me and continued to fondle my breasts. That damned Johnny seized the opportunity to kick me while I was down, licking my vulva again with his tongue. This time, he not only teased my clitoris but also inserted a finger into my vagina, thrusting it in and out.
I was overwhelmed by the two men's assault, moaning incessantly with pleasure, "Ah...ah...woo...woo..." My body trembled violently as if chilled, yet I dared not move. My only action was to press my lower abdomen against the dressing table, lean back, and gaze at my husband with hazy eyes, opening my red lips to express the pent-up desire within.
"Is it good?" my husband asked smugly, kneading my breasts. "Mmm...mmm...so...good..." I answered without thinking, but then I wondered, should I say this to my husband, or to Johnny to reveal my true feelings?
Gazing at my opening and closing sexy lips, my husband finally couldn't resist. He released my breasts, quickly pulled down his pants, and, holding my head with one hand, guided his penis into my mouth with the other. Now I was in a bind, and could only obediently take his penis into my mouth, licking and sweeping the glans with my tongue to give him oral sex.
Beneath the dressing table, Johnny was also sucking my clitoris into his mouth, servicing me with each suck. The situation was quite bizarre: the wife was diligently giving her husband oral sex, while the husband had no idea that right under his nose, his rival was simultaneously performing oral sex on his wife!
Knowing I was sitting upright and dared not move, Johnny became increasingly audacious. Every time he sucked on my clitoris, it stimulated my whole body, causing me to shudder violently. Reflexively, I would also suck hard on my husband's penis. With each continuous sucking, my husband's penis grew harder and harder, the veins bulging high, throbbing in my mouth.
Soon, my husband couldn't take it anymore. He panted heavily, pulled his penis out of my mouth, and bent down to carry me to the bed. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and I quickly pushed him away, saying, "You... what do you want? Aren't you in a hurry to get to work?"
"Never mind, let's have sex first," my husband said, already holding my waist. "Tch! Why do all you men like to say that?" I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I'd let something slip and immediately shut up.
"What? What 'you men'? Who else has said that to you?" my husband asked, completely bewildered. I quickly made an excuse: "Oh... this... this... didn't the man in the porn you brought back the other day say the same thing?" My husband was skeptical: "Really? Hmm, you women are really strange. Who pays attention to the dialogue when watching porn?"
Taking this opportunity, I shook off my husband's hands, grabbed his penis and started stroking it, giving him a seductive look, and then said, "You've always wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, haven't you? Today I'll try sucking it out for you."
My husband was overjoyed and didn't want to go to bed anymore. He just stood by the dressing table, letting me take his penis into my mouth again. To make my husband ejaculate quickly, I used all my skills, sucking, licking, and sipping, while holding the base of his penis with one hand and stroking his scrotum with the other, trying to get him to ejaculate as soon as possible so he could leave for work and end this embarrassing situation.
I've never experienced anything so absurd in my life, and I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them. Yet, this kind of scenario, which only happens in stories, is unfolding right before my eyes. I was focused on giving my husband oral sex, while my lover was squatting between my legs, doing the same thing. The ridiculous thing was that my husband, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being cuckolded, was even smug, thinking that his beloved wife was sacrificing herself to satisfy his desires.
As Johnny's oral and handjobs were simultaneously ravaging me, my vagina began to spasm, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed out. I couldn't take it anymore, and unconsciously increased the speed and depth of my husband's penis, even letting the glans touch my throat without caring, because the feeling of disgust was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure surging up from my lower body. My husband
's penis grew harder and harder, and he even held my head and thrust forcefully into my mouth like he was having sex. I knew from experience that he was about to ejaculate, but at the same time, my orgasm was also imminent. Suddenly, my vagina seemed to spasm, gripping Johnny's fingers tightly. I, too, held my husband's penis firmly in my mouth, refusing to let go.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." Thick, fishy-smelling fluid shot from my husband's glans into my esophagus. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." At the same moment, several spurts of vaginal fluid gushed from my cervix. "Ah...ah..." My husband and I cried out in unison, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, achieving orgasm in an unbelievable way.
My husband slowly withdrew his penis from my mouth with satisfaction. I, with my mouth full of semen, couldn't leave to spit it out in the bathroom. I could only frown and force myself to swallow it down, suppressing my nausea. My husband watched me swallow his secretions with immense emotion. I had always forbidden him from ejaculating in my mouth, but today he not only allowed him to give me oral sex but also willingly swallowed all his semen. He marveled at the power of love! He leaned down and kissed my cheek, saying sincerely, "Wife, I love you!"
"Husband, I love you too!" I replied tenderly, then said considerately, "Okay, hurry up and get dressed for work! The economy isn't good right now, don't let your boss put you on the next layoff list just because you're clinging to each other."
"Yes, yes. Wife, I'm off then, bye-bye!" My husband hurriedly put on his clothes without even washing up, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out the door.
With a "click," the door slammed shut again. I let out a sigh of relief and kicked Johnny under the dressing table: "You rascal, aren't you coming out yet?" I said, shifting my body to make room for this little devil to crawl out.
As soon as Johnny came out, he chuckled mischievously and asked, "Was it good? Exciting, wasn't it? You have no idea how excited I was just now, especially the moment I brought you to orgasm in front of your husband, I almost couldn't hold back and came."
He then swept me up in his arms and put me back on the bed.
"And you say that! I was so worried back then. When I came, my lower abdomen contracted, and I could see your hair peeking out from between my legs. Luckily, my husband was about to ejaculate at that moment, and he just closed his eyes and kept thrusting wildly in my mouth, otherwise it would have been terrible!" After saying that, she buried her head in his chest in a coquettish manner, twisting her body uncontrollably.
Looking down, Johnny's penis was already erect and high, with veins bulging and the glans throbbing. I had never seen him so excited before, as if it were thicker and longer than ever before. My heart started pounding again. I reached out and grabbed it tightly, stroking it up and down with great affection. My vagina was itchy, and I wanted to stuff the whole thing in right away.
Johnny was indeed very understanding. He flipped over and pressed down on me. I quickly aimed his penis at my opening. He bent over and thrust. Oh! The feeling of fullness and satisfaction was back. He thrust slowly in and out while passionately kissing me. The taste of my husband's semen still lingered in my mouth, and Johnny's mouth was filled with the fishy smell of my vaginal fluids, but neither of us minded. We made love with abandon, savoring the sweetness of each other's saliva.
If Johnny was the stimulant in my husband's and my love life, then my husband was the catalyst in my sex life with Johnny. I experienced vastly different kinds of tenderness and ruggedness, and the unique sexual positions and techniques of both. Perhaps some would accuse me of being promiscuous or wanton, but I don't care. Since the Creator created orgasm for humankind, and it can only be achieved through sexual intercourse, shouldn't we make the most of it and enjoy our lives?
As Johnny thrust in and out, he whispered in my ear, "You know what? I love the feeling of bringing you to orgasm while your husband is watching, I love seeing your expression as you try to hide it from your husband while I'm driving you to ecstasy..." But he thrust even harder, scraping the juices from my vagina with each stroke.
I felt the ecstatic thrusting of Johnny's thick, hard penis in and out of my vagina. I turned my head to gaze at the wedding photo on the bedside table. My husband was watching us, two naked worms entwined on the bed, with a broad smile. I couldn't help but shout in my heart, "Ah...husband...I'm having an orgasm...it feels so good...did you see...I was fucked by another man until I came...I'm going to heaven...his penis is so big and thick...it completely fills me up...oh...husband...he ejaculated...so much...it's so hot...he ejaculated so deep...filling places you've never been before..."
The little incident of my husband's sudden return today brought Johnny and me an extraordinary and huge stimulation. We spent the whole morning making love in our bed, tirelessly reaching one climax after another. We went from the bedroom to the living room, then from the living room to the kitchen. Johnny even carried me into my husband's study and placed me on his computer desk, thrusting wildly. We left pools of glistening, clear fluids all over the house…
Finally, when Johnny ejaculated his hot semen inside me for the third time, we were both exhausted. I had lost count of my orgasms, and I lay limp on the bed, too weak to even move a finger. As Johnny slowly withdrew his now-erect penis from my vagina, a strange thought suddenly occurred to me: What if my husband leaves something behind again tomorrow?

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