A woman's account of having an affair

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A Woman's Account of Cheating
A Woman's Account of Cheating
We had sex again today.
A few days ago, he called and asked me out, but I declined, saying I was at work (we didn't have a 7-day weekend, we took regular holidays). Yesterday I was on duty, and he came to see me. Actually, he had already planned my shift. We chatted until after 11 pm, and before he left, he invited me out again the next day. This time I had no excuse, so I agreed. We arranged to meet at 11:30 am the next day at the KFC above the Second Food Store on Huaihai Road.
Today, after work, I rested at my workplace for a while before going straight to the meeting place. When I arrived, he was already sitting there waiting for me. I ordered a corn on the cob, two spicy chicken wings, and a piece of chicken; he ordered some other things. We ate and chatted, discussing where to go in the afternoon. I suggested we go see a movie, but he said there aren't many good movies these days, and we could buy a DVD and watch it together as a family. I thought that made sense. I then suggested we go shopping together; I wanted to buy some autumn clothes. He said it was close to his workplace, and we might run into that acquaintance, which wouldn't be good. He seemed very reluctant to go shopping with me. "Then where do you want to go?" I asked, a little annoyed. He didn't answer, just took big bites of his hamburger. After finishing the last bite, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and whispered in my ear, "I want to have sex with you. Let's go to a hotel." He added, "It's just after National Day, the hotels are usually empty, so I guarantee nothing will happen." His words instantly aroused me. I'm a woman with a very strong sex drive. Ever since my passionate lovemaking with my first boyfriend, I've never stopped pursuing sex. I'm never short of men around me; they're all successful, mature men. Sitting next to me now is a man ten years younger than me, about the same age as my first boyfriend back then. Looking at him, I can't help but think of my first boyfriend; I like this type of boy. Since our first time making love, I haven't wanted to refuse him. Deep down, I still hope he has that desire. But outwardly, I pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Will everything be alright?" Then I smiled at him and left with him.
We booked a room at a nearby hotel and spent the entire afternoon until 9 pm in the room. We made love three times, slept, and he went out to buy some food in between.
The first time, we started in the bathtub.
As soon as we entered the room, he hugged me and started kissing me. He held me so tightly I could barely breathe. We kissed passionately, and I felt his heat rush into my body. He held my tongue firmly in his mouth, and his hands began to roam over my body. This lasted for about five minutes. When he was about to unbutton my skirt, I said to him, "Let's take a shower first," and he agreed. Then he helped me unbutton my clothes and bra, and then took off my skirt and panties. He kissed my nipples, then picked me up and took me into the bathroom.
He came in just as I started showering. This was the first time I saw his completely naked body. The previous times had been rushed, and he hadn't even taken off his clothes. This time I could see clearly. He was very strong, with well-developed pectoral muscles, a lot of pubic hair, a large patch on his lower abdomen, dark and slightly curly, and a spur-like freckle on his lower right abdomen. His penis wasn't very big, but it was already starting to get erect, and he also had hair on his thighs. As soon as he came in, he hugged me, pressing my breasts against his body, and kissed me on my hair and forehead. Then we started showering. He lathered my entire body with soap, scrubbing every inch of my skin, and occasionally pinching my nipples and probing my vaginal opening with his fingers.
After I finished showering, he wanted me to help him shower and even wanted me to touch his penis. I knelt down and rubbed his penis with my hand. I noticed it was very hard and swollen, red, with what looked like little bumps on the glans. I tried licking it with my tongue and smelled a fishy odor, because he hadn't washed it yet. I felt my blood boiling, a strong sexual urge, and I suddenly shoved his penis into my mouth. This startled him. I kept letting his penis go in and out of my mouth, and I heard him making "oh...oh..." sounds. He started actively pushing it into my mouth. He used a lot of force, and his penis reached my throat, making me feel nauseous. He told me it felt good and told me to hurry up. I knew that if this continued, he would ejaculate in my mouth.
I spat out his penis and stood up. He said he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to penetrate me. We stood facing each other in the bathtub, and he told me to put one foot on the edge of the tub and tried to insert it into me. He tried several times but couldn't get it in. I was so frustrated that he kept trying to penetrate me. I was so angry that I kept trying to get it in. I was so frustrated that I kept trying to get it in. I was so angry ... He lifted me onto the sink, and I naturally spread my legs. He stared at my vulva
for over a minute; I doubt he'd really looked closely. He even flicked my labia with his fingers a few times, then guided his penis into my vagina with ease. I couldn't help but cry out the moment it entered. I let him hold my buttocks, and I placed my thighs on his hands. He continued thrusting, powerfully and rapidly, constantly asking if it felt good. I kept moaning with my eyes closed, feeling great. I didn't want to be distracted, didn't want to speak, just wanted to enjoy the pleasure. Occasionally, I would respond with a soft "Mmm."
Soon, he started moaning, "Oh...oh..." and I felt his penis throbbing inside my vagina, about seven or eight times, before he stopped moving. He ejaculated. I moved closer and let him hold me; actually, I hadn't truly reached orgasm yet. I let him keep his penis inside me and vigorously wiggled my hips a few times. I could still feel the sensation of his penis inside me, which slowly faded. His penis slid out of my vagina, and I felt his semen flowing down my vulva. I
stood up, sat on the toilet, and wiped my vulva with toilet paper. He ejaculated a lot; even after wiping three times, I could still feel something flowing out. At this moment, he stood beside me, just staring blankly. I looked at him and smiled, asking, "Do you like having sex with me?" He answered, "Yes."
In truth, I didn't want his answer; at that moment, I would have doubted any answer. Instead, I knew in my heart that I really enjoyed having sex with him.
The second time we made love was in bed.
We were both naked, embracing each other in bed. It was a standard room with only two single beds. The beds were small, so we held each other tightly, with half his body actually pressing against mine. Now, his hands were behaving properly, not groping me, only rubbing my back. He said my back was smooth, like it had been powdered. My hands, however, were a bit more restless, squeezing his penis. I felt something wet and sticky on the head of his penis, which was his un-ejaculated semen flowing out. I secretly wiped it off on the blanket. He buried his head in my chest and kissed my breasts, asking me, "You've had a child, how come you still have such a good figure?" I told him it was my secret and I couldn't tell him.
I've maintained a very good figure. After giving birth, I hardly took care of my child; his grandmother has been the primary caregiver. I haven't breastfed either, because if I did, my breasts would definitely sag, which is the last thing I want. My nipples are relatively small and still retain a youthful pink color, and my breasts are still very elastic. My nipples have only been suckled by men. I also basically don't do housework. I can still wear most of the clothes I wore before having children, but I rarely wear them anymore. Aside from being a little tired at work sometimes, I'm basically free after get off work. So I often go out for meals and karaoke with colleagues and classmates. Also, because of our profession, we're often invited to meals, but I try to decline these invitations unless we're quite familiar with each other. Of course, my other two sexual partners often invite me out. With them, I don't have to think at all; they arrange everything.
Now, sleeping next to me is a boy. He has a strong sex drive but is completely clueless about sex techniques. All he knows is to lie on top of me and ejaculate inside me; he doesn't know anything else. I don't know why I enjoy having sex with him. Actually, I know nothing about him. I only know his name, where he lives in the city, and that he mentioned having a girlfriend before, but I don't know if he's had any sexual experience. I only know his appearance because he looks a lot like my first boyfriend. And my first boyfriend had such a huge influence on me. I think that's why I ended up with him.
I pushed away his half-pressed body, and we lay on our sides facing each other, but he still held me tightly. I wanted to know more about him, so I tentatively asked, "Is it comfortable having sex with me?"
"It's very, very comfortable. I want to have sex with you forever," he replied.
I then asked, "Have you had sex with other girls before?"
His answer was very frank. He said, "What era are we living in? You definitely wouldn't believe me if I told you I haven't. You know, it's all about girls chasing boys now. With my looks, finding a girl wouldn't be too difficult." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Let me tell you, there are plenty of girls who want to be with me, but I don't really like any of them. There is one girl I like, but she doesn't pay much attention to me. She only knows how to study, and I heard she's going to take the postgraduate entrance exam next year. I know she lives in Qingpu." As he spoke, he sat up, took out a flattened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and started smoking.
I hate men who smoke; the smell is awful. My husband doesn't smoke.
I said, "Then you should pursue her more; girls are soft-hearted."
He said while smoking, "My current girlfriend is a classmate from another class in my year. Her name is xxx, and she's quite pretty. You'll see her when you rotate through your department for your internship. But, I don't feel very good about being with her."
I asked again, "Have you had sex with her?"
"We've done it, but not very often. We usually do it on weekends when no one's in the dorm. It's always rushed, nothing like we can hug each other naked like we do now. And after each time, I always worry about whether she'll get pregnant until her next period. Several times I haven't dared to put it inside her, it's really boring." He took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "Actually, we don't rely on sex to satisfy our sexual desires. We mainly rely on masturbation, usually two or three times a week, sometimes five or six times. If we relied on sex to satisfy ourselves, we'd be driven crazy."
I was surprised by his frankness and then asked, "Will you marry her?"
"Marriage? No way. You think she's a virgin? I only got together with her last year. She wasn't a virgin before we slept together. Actually, she wants sex more than I do. We mostly have sex in her dorm, and she's the one who initiates all our dates, saying things like, 'Let's go to the movies, go for a walk,' etc. I bet she knows everyone in her dorm has gone home." I felt he was very annoyed by my questions.
Then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard him pee. When he came out, he went to the water dispenser on the front shelf, poured himself a glass of water, and asked if I wanted some. I said no.
He went back to bed, this time pressing his whole body against mine. He was so heavy, I could hardly breathe. He kissed and licked my ears, neck, chest, and breasts relentlessly, and I felt my body covered in his saliva. After a while, he looked up at me with a serious expression. I thought he had something to say, and sure enough, he said, "XX (my name), I like you very much. You are the woman of my dreams. Your figure, face, temperament, voice, and the way you walk are all exactly what my ideal girlfriend is like. I really like you, and I want to be with you forever and make love with you." I looked at him without saying a word. He continued, "Ever since we first made love, I've been avoiding my girlfriend. It's been over two weeks since we last made love, and during that time, I haven't let a single drop of my semen escape. I wanted to give it all to you. It's been a tough time, but today, I finally got my wish." Hearing this, I was a little moved. I hugged him tightly, and we kissed passionately. I remembered how much semen he had ejaculated inside me, and connecting it to what he had just said, I couldn't help but find it a little ridiculous. Maybe he wasn't lying; maybe he really liked me.
Just then, his phone rang. He got up to answer it; it sounded like a classmate was calling. He made up a lie, saying he had something to do at home and would talk to me tomorrow, and then hung up. He had just put his phone down when it rang again. He glanced at the caller ID, then put it down without answering. "It's her, don't pay attention to her," he told me. The phone kept ringing, it was annoying. I told him to answer it. He insisted on not answering. Later, the phone stopped ringing.
By then, I was sitting on the bed, shirtless. He turned to look at me, and I looked at him too. I noticed his gaze slowly moving towards my chest. "Your breasts are beautiful," he suddenly said to me. "Really?" I felt a little embarrassed by his words and quickly pulled the blanket over myself, but he grabbed it and I couldn't move it. "You jerk," I said. Unexpectedly, my words only fueled his passion. He pulled the blankets all over the floor, saying, "Let me look at you properly, I want to look at you to my heart's content." Then, he made me lie down and knelt beside me. I gazed at him tenderly as he began to caress my body, starting with my breasts, slowly and gently rubbing them. When his palms touched my nipples, I felt so excited and comfortable. Sometimes he would lean down to kiss my nipples, even taking them into his mouth and gently biting them a few times. I felt a warm, wet sensation in his mouth, which made me increasingly excited. Gradually, I closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
I felt his hands slowly sliding down, from my upper abdomen, my lower abdomen, to my thighs. Finally, he placed his hand on my vulva. He stroked my labia majora a few times with his fingers and kissed my pubic hair a few times, but he didn't kiss my vulva. I felt him inserting his fingers into my vagina. I said to him, "No." I hate it when men put their fingers into my vagina because their nails are long and dirty, probably carrying a lot of bacteria, which could hurt my vagina. However, I really enjoy men giving me oral sex; it feels wonderful, but I rarely reach orgasm through oral sex. I looked at him and gently said, "Kiss me." He thought I wanted him to kiss him on the lips and was about to crawl over. I stopped him and said, "Kiss me down there." He looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I've never kissed a woman's genitals like that before." I knew he found it dirty, and probably smelly. But I really wanted him to kiss my genitals, so I begged him, saying, "I want it, please kiss me." He bent down and started kissing me. I could feel him biting my labia majora with his lips, and it felt like his nose was touching my clitoris. I said, "Lick me with your tongue." He obediently started licking me with his tongue.
At that moment, I truly felt the sensation of him giving me oral sex, a feeling I can't describe. His tongue rubbed against my labia, the tip pressing against my clitoris, feeling like an electric shock, quickly sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I felt like I was floating, yet also like I was falling into an abyss. I kept crying out, "I want... I want..." He seemed to understand my cries, and I felt the frequency of his tongue pressing against me increase. Accompanying my cries, my breathing quickened, and my heart raced. I couldn't take it anymore... Suddenly, that demonic feeling vanished, and he was slowly climbing on top of me, pressing me down with his entire body. He held my head between his hands and said, "Isn't it comfortable? My tongue hurts." I hummed in response, and then he lowered his head to kiss me. After a while, he said, "I want to put it inside." I just hummed in response again.
This time, he went in effortlessly. Because I was already incredibly wet, it could slide in even if it was just placed on the side. He kissed me while he was fucking me, and I could feel his penis going in and out of my vagina. The feeling now was completely different from before; the pleasure was real and full. Every thrust was an amplification of this pleasure, and the faster he moved, the faster the pleasure intensified. Soon, I reached my first orgasm. This crisis, like a raging storm, is a complex and pervasive threat. It involves the interplay of various forces, including the relentless pursuit of survival, the exploitation of resources, and the strategic importance of addressing the root causes of the crisis. The crisis is a complex and pervasive threat, a complex and pervasive threat of conflict and destruction. It is a complex and pervasive threat of conflict and destruction, a complex and pervasive threat of conflict and destruction. The crisis ... He was panting heavily on top of me. I asked him how it felt, and he said it was so comfortable. This time, I felt his weight was particularly heavy on me. I tried to push him away a few times
, but he didn't budge. I said, "Please get off, I'm about to be crushed by you." He twisted his body and rolled to my side. I told him to move over a little, the bed was small, and he should be careful not to fall off. He told me his mouth was dry and asked me to get him a glass of water. As soon as I stood up, I felt his semen flowing from my vagina, down my inner thighs, some even dripping onto the floor. After
he finished drinking the water, he kissed me and then lay stiffly on the bed. I went to the bathroom to wipe the semen off my thighs, and when I came back, he was already asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed watching him; he looked so happy and content. I felt a deep sadness in my heart. I'd never felt this way with the other two men I'd had sex with, because we were all married, and we tacitly agreed that we were only together for sex, and neither of us wanted to break up the other's family. But he was different. He was young; he should be having sex with a girl around his age, marrying her, and having children. But now he was having sex with a woman ten years his senior, and I could feel that he genuinely liked me.
I picked up the blanket from the floor and lay down on the bed. I gently hugged him and kissed him a few times. At the same time, two tears streamed down my face.
The third time we had sex was actually me "raping" him.
It was his phone ringing that woke us from our dreams. I opened my eyes and found the room was already quite dark. He got up, turned on the light, found his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then answered the call. I checked my watch; it was almost 6 o'clock. The call seemed to be from his home. He said he was playing with his classmates and wouldn't be home for dinner that day. He also said he would be home late and not to wait for him. I heard him say "Okay, okay" several times before hanging up. He told me it was his mother calling, asking if he was coming home for dinner, saying someone had delivered a lot of authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs to his house that day. He added that every year around this time, people bring hairy crabs to his house, and that they get tasteless after a while. He asked if I liked them, and I said they were okay. He said he would treat me to some sometime. Speaking of food, I was actually a little hungry. I asked him, "Are you hungry?"
He said, "A little."
"Then go buy something to eat," I said to him.
He said, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything, but bring me a cup of yogurt." I love yogurt. He got dressed and went out, giving me a kiss before leaving.
While he was out, I called my mother-in-law's house. I don't know why, but I really missed my daughter at that moment. My father-in-law answered the phone, and after exchanging a few pleasantries with him, I asked him to call my daughter over. My daughter is five years old and still can't express herself very well. I heard her shouting on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Mom, when are you coming to pick me up?" I told her that Mom was busy, but she would come to see me when she had time. I told her to be good at Grandma's and not to upset Grandpa and Grandma. I also asked her about kindergarten, but she said she didn't know much about it. At that moment, my heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes again...
He didn't come back for a long time. He said he didn't know what I liked to eat. He said he walked a long way along Huaihai Road. He said he remembered a Fengyu Shengjian snack shop on Ruijin Second Road, and he had seen me eat it for breakfast before. So he went to buy some. He also said there were many people and a long queue, and he was anxious because he was afraid I would be anxious. On the way back, I tried to call a taxi, but I couldn't find a single empty one. Finally, he said he ran back. I saw sweat beading on his forehead. I was deeply touched.
I put on my underwear and a shirt, and got out of bed. We sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing as we finished our pan-fried dumplings. Then, I leaned against him, nestled in his arms, sipping yogurt while listening to him tell stories about his school (which was also my alma mater). At that moment, I felt incredibly romantic, as if I had returned to 10 years ago. I could feel that sweet, romantic feeling of being in love. I think I might have fallen for him. "Do you want more?" I asked him. He didn't understand me, thinking I was asking if he was full, and said, "I'm full, I can eat more when I get home." I looked at him without saying anything, continuing to slurp my yogurt. He looked at me too, and slowly he hugged me tighter, placing his hands on my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could clearly feel him caressing my breasts, and even gently pinching my nipples a few times through my clothes. "Being your husband must be so wonderful," he suddenly said to me, "Can you tell me what your husband does?" he then asked me again. He had asked me this question several times before, and I had never answered him directly. It seemed I had no choice but to answer him today.
I told him, "My husband used to work for a state-owned enterprise. Later, he switched to a large multinational company in this city. He started as a department manager, but because he was very capable, had strong organizational skills, was technically skilled, and was popular, he was promoted by his boss to be the manager of a branch company in another city a few years later." I couldn't stop myself from speaking. "My husband is a very good person and very responsible towards his family. We've been married for seven years, and he's never argued with me. He always gives in to me. Even now that he's away, he still takes care of everything at home. Except for weekends, he drives home to see me once or twice every week. And he's a filial son." He interrupted me and asked, "Are you comfortable with him?" I didn't want to talk about having sex with my husband, but he forced me to, so I had to tell him, "My husband is indeed a good person, but he's rarely passionate in bed. It's always just normal. Sometimes I really want to have sex with him, but he doesn't seem interested." I looked at him and noticed his expression was a little unnatural. I realized I shouldn't have told him these things; I hurt his pride.
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then pressed my lips to his, and we started kissing. We kissed for a long time, neither of us wanting to separate, and without saying a word. He would sometimes push his tongue into my mouth, and sometimes he would suck my tongue into his. I felt like I was truly kissing the person I loved most. I didn't want to be apart from him. Then, I felt his hand slip under my clothes and down to my chest, caressing my breasts. I felt myself getting excited. I looked up at him and softly said, "Do you still want to make love with me?" He said, "Yes, but I don't know if I can still do it." I felt around inside his pants a few times, but I couldn't find his erect penis. I guessed it really wasn't hard. I said, "Let me kiss it." He didn't object. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his penis out from under his briefs. He said it was uncomfortable, so he took his pants off completely. He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his head tilted back. I knelt between his legs and started kissing his penis. It was soft, and the foreskin was a bit long. When I pulled back the foreskin, I could still smell the scent of my vaginal fluid on his glans. I licked his glans a few times with my tongue and then sucked on it for a while. I noticed his penis was getting bigger. I continued to suck and lick it, even taking it all into my mouth, moving it constantly. I heard him say, "So good...so good..." His penis became erect.
I held his penis in my hand and rubbed it up and down, occasionally putting it in my mouth for a few moments. I felt it getting harder and harder, and my arms started to ache. I looked up and asked him, "Do you want to go in?" He said, "Yes." I stood up, took off my underwear, and sat on him with my legs apart. I lifted my buttocks slightly, grabbed his penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust my hips forward. His penis went into my vagina. He said to me, "So good, so good." I was sitting on him, but actually squatting on the sofa, with my hands on his thighs, pushing my hips forward forcefully. I don't know when he unbuttoned my shirt, and he squeezed my breasts with both hands, saying repeatedly, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more." The sofa was soft, which made it difficult for me, so I suggested we go to the bed, and he agreed.
He insisted that I stay on top, saying it was especially comfortable for him when I was on top, and I complied. It was much easier on the bed. I spread my legs and knelt on his hips, and his penis easily slid in. I leaned over him, kissing him while moving my lower body. I kept lifting my hips and thrusting forward, and I heard him moan, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more!" I felt his penis rubbing intensely inside my vagina, producing very intense pleasure. As the friction increased, the pleasure intensified. I was exhausted; I felt as if a dark cloud was obscuring the blue sky ahead, and if I just persevered a little longer, I could break through the cloud and ascend into the sky. Exhausted, I used my last breath to push forward a few more times, finally breaking through the dark clouds, seeing the blue sky, and rising into the heavens. At the same time, I heard him cry out, "Oh... I'm coming, I'm coming... Move a little more, move a little more." I felt him grab my hips and push and pull hard a few times, then let out two long moans, and his penis throbbed inside my vagina a few more times. He ejaculated inside me again.
I lay on top of him, unable to move. He held me, kissing my face, and said, "I never thought it would feel so good for a woman to be on top. I've never experienced anything like it before. From now on, you'll still be on top when we make love." I didn't have the strength to reply. He continued, "I always thought oral sex in porn was for show, but I never imagined it felt so good. I think the pleasure is especially intense when it's followed by penetration." He continued talking to me and tried to get up. I told him, "Don't move, okay?" His penis was still inside me; I hadn't recovered from the pleasure I'd just experienced. I was still enjoying the sensation, and I wanted it to last forever.
We rested for a while, then took a shower and prepared to go home. When we left, I checked my watch; it was almost 9 o'clock. He offered to take me home, but I said no. He insisted. I suggested we take the subway, but he insisted on taking a taxi. On the way home, he kept his arm around me without saying a word. As we approached my house, I said to him, "Am I a bad woman? You shouldn't be with me." He didn't answer. Not far from my apartment complex, I asked the driver to stop, kissed him, said goodbye, and got out of the car. Just as I entered the building, my phone rang; it was a text message. I took my phone out of my bag, opened the message, and saw only three words: "I love you"; sender: 1380xxxxxxxx
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