A beautiful young woman's extramarital affair [The End]

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My extramarital affair and those fleeting moments of pleasure began three years ago in April, in that very month, a time of early spring.

My name is Lisa, and my husband's name is Bob.

To maintain my alluring curves and graceful figure, I paid great attention to the care and maintenance of my body and skin.

Whenever Bob's good friends told him enviously that they envied him for having a wife as beautiful and sexy as me, I felt incredibly proud, and my whole body would feel lightheaded.

Most people thought that my pretty face was what attracted attention. Actually, it was my 34D breasts, my flat, smooth stomach, my firm and elastic buttocks, and my shapely, long, and well-defined legs that truly drew people's attention.

In fact, these compliments were only for my everyday appearance; I hadn't even bothered to dress up!

I guessed that many people, seeing my conservative Southern-style clothing, would think I was old-fashioned.

To be honest, I'm not a trendsetter or someone who follows fashion, but I'm certainly not as old-fashioned as people might think.

We started dating and falling in love in college, and soon after graduation, we got married.

I remained a virgin before marriage, a result of his traditional Southern values that restrained us.

On our wedding night, I became a real woman.

He's a successful businessman, so I didn't need to work to support the family.

That said, I would occasionally work part-time at his company, partly to put my skills to use and partly to pass the time.

This continued for several years until we both felt the need for a real family, for a new member to join, at which point I stayed home all day and stopped working.

We are both Catholics, so we refused to use any drugs to assist with fertility, relying on our natural cycle to manage our reproductive life and using our divine gifts to fulfill the mission of human continuation.

After two years of continuous effort without success, and with no unusual issues in our sexual function or fertility, we decided it was time to consult a professional for diagnosis and advice.

Those two years of persistent effort had given me a deep understanding of my menstrual cycle, allowing me to pinpoint my ovulation date and know my most fertile window. My husband, Bob, was also very cooperative, but… year after year…

Several professional examinations showed that my sperm count was normal; the problem likely lay with my husband.

Perhaps his sperm count was lower than normal.

After numerous examinations and suggestions from various professionals, my husband's traditional views and male ego—a kind of self-replicating superiority complex akin to a stallion mentality—along with the potential for wasted time and the complications that might follow, led us to decline any suggestions regarding artificial insemination. We had no choice but to continue trying… Finally, through friends who shared similar fertility struggles, we found a doctor who could help them achieve their goals.

After the tests, he told us that if we, as a couple, could readjust the frequency and cycle of our intercourse, getting pregnant wouldn't be difficult. He said there were no physiological problems between us; it was just that our frequent intercourse resulted in a low sperm count with each ejaculation.

He then added that many couples made the same mistake as us—being too impatient and trying too hard to conceive, leading to this low sperm

count. He suggested we abstain from intercourse for at least six weeks to allow my husband's sperm count to return to normal, and that I take medication to increase my fertility during this time. Then, we should have intercourse during the most suitable time for conception.

His advice was very sound, and we decided to follow his method.

We checked our calendars and found that there was a wedding in the sixth week—a college classmate of Bob's was getting married. We both felt we should go out together and have a romantic, joyful night.

We circled that date on our calendars; it was our much-anticipated "date night."

My husband is a shrewd and capable businessman. One of his close friends, a business rival, named Steve, will also be attending the wedding.

They used to be very close friends, constantly competing and trying to outdo each other. They always seemed to have what the other wanted most.

Overall, both men are successful in life.

A few years ago, they had a serious argument and stopped speaking to each other.

Bob hopes to use this wedding as an opportunity to reunite them in a festive atmosphere, resolve their past disagreements, and restore their friendship.

Although I've met him a few times before and know him somewhat, I'm not really interested in the conversation between the two men. Who cares if it's good or bad? That's not what I want to care about. At least, that's not what I'm thinking about right now.

Recently, to avoid our marriage becoming too close and causing frustration and friction due to the constraints of desire, Bob has been working late into the night for long periods. Six long weeks without intimacy… that was a very long time!

This wedding night was the night we'd been looking forward to for six weeks, our "d-day," because it happened to be my most fertile period.

For this special, crucial day, I went out and bought a completely new outfit—besides sexy outerwear, I also chose a set of incredibly alluring lingerie, determined to shed my conservative, old-fashioned image and showcase my perfect, sexy, and curvaceous figure.

It was an outfit that would definitely surprise Bob and elicit a strong "reaction."

I knew he would love it, because he had long hoped I would dress like this. He would be thrilled, leading me around the banquet, introducing me to his old friends and classmates. Men always like to boast about their wealth and women, and he would certainly have the same mentality.

A low-back, artificial, shimmering green jumpsuit clung tightly to my high, curvaceous body, revealing my fair, delicate skin. This outfit exposed most of my body, and the back was slit very low, all the way to my waist, with a zipper below that to tightly fasten my large, round buttocks.

This zipper was really only for cinching the waist…it was completely unnecessary to put on and take off.

To match this bright, low-cut, backless jumpsuit, I specifically chose a very alluring pair of sexy panties. Furthermore, considering the jumpsuit's sheer nature, I chose matching floral, transparent panties in the same color. As for a bra? I decided not to wear one.

I have naturally good breast shape; they're firm and slightly upturned. Plus, low-cut, backless clothing makes it difficult to choose a bra style, so this "no bra" look is particularly attractive to my male companions. If he glances down at my neckline, he can see most of my snow-white breasts. If he's close enough, looking down, he can even roughly see my bright red nipples.

When the temperature is low, I know my body's characteristics well; my nipples will definitely be very prominent, and from the front, those two red cherries will be clearly visible.

Thinking about this gives me an indescribable feeling. Like a child stealing for the first time, both scared and excited, with endless thrills… When that night quietly arrived, I was well-prepared, having dressed and groomed an hour earlier, my heart pounding with joy as I eagerly awaited this long-awaited night. I had already taken my temperature, and the result was very pleasing; just as I expected, it was normal, confirming that I was ovulating. Everything was perfect, flawless.

To enjoy this joyous day, I made an exception and drank a little wine before changing, partly to relax my overly tense nerves and partly to bolster my courage. After all, I had never appeared in public dressed so revealingly and sexily before, and I needed the power of alcohol to boost my boldness.

Just as I was about to leave, Bob still hadn't returned home, still hadn't shown up, and hadn't even called.

So, I started to get impatient, poured myself another glass of wine to calm myself down, and changed into my evening attire.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my first instinct was—was that really me?!

I was astonished by the curvaceous, alluring beauty in the mirror, accentuated by the form-fitting, sexy clothes. Was that really me?

I was sure my outfit would be incredibly hot and alluring. I couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on Bob's face when he saw me.

The thought that Bob might even change his mind about attending the wedding banquet if he saw me dressed so alluringly, so hot and sexy, with that seductive and alluring figure… made a smile appear on my face, and my earlobes felt hot. Even my underwear was affected by this thought, starting to itch and feel damp.

Just as I was enjoying that feeling, the phone rang. It was Bob calling to tell me that he was dealing with a serious problem with the new computer system and might not be able to leave.

I could tell from his voice that he was anxious and worried… He apologized repeatedly, saying that I might have to attend the wedding banquet alone.

You can imagine how disappointed and dejected I was. I understandingly replied that I was willing to wait for him at home. He then continued, saying that he might not be back until very late, and that I would probably enjoy the banquet just as much as he did, and that I would definitely have a wonderful evening.

We didn't need to let these minor flaws ruin our mood for the night. Besides, once we were both home, we could still go about our planned date.

Normally, I might have refused his offer; but under the influence of alcohol, I couldn't wait as long as usual, so I finally agreed to attend the wedding in his place.

I was a little worried that none of my friends would be there, but Bob assured me firmly that Steve would definitely be there, would help take care of me, and would introduce me to everyone.

Finally, Bob asked me to treat Steve well and invited him to his house for dinner next week.

I didn't know Steve very well; I only vaguely remembered that he was six feet four inches tall and had the looks of a woman's dream lover.

Because he had all the qualities that made him very popular with women, I guessed he was already married and perhaps had children. So, I went to this wedding banquet because his wife could accompany me.

I originally wanted to change my clothes, but firstly, it was already too late, and secondly, not many people at the banquet knew me… so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I simply went to the banquet dressed as I was.

As I slowly backed the car out of the driveway, I noticed that looking down from my knees at the hem of my skirt, I could clearly see my transparent, sexy underwear between my legs. Because the fitted dress rode up when I bent over or sat down, the short skirt naturally revealed what was under my skirt. Moreover, I was wearing transparent underwear today, so if I wasn't careful, someone would definitely see everything. I had to be careful about this at the banquet.

Thinking about Bao Bai urging me to attend the banquet… my mouth was slightly open, and the corners of my mouth turned up slightly.

I wondered how he would react if he knew what I was dressed like and what kind of clothes I was wearing. ...When I arrived at the wedding venue, among the bustling guests, not a single one was a friend I knew. A feeling of isolation washed over me, making me very uncomfortable. Especially the moment I stepped from the porch into the hall, the silence, and the strange gazes fixed on me—that eerie stillness made me very uncomfortable.

Even if we were strangers, it shouldn't be like this... I knew very well, and was quite certain, that the silence and the stares were because of my shapely figure and my perfectly fitting attire.

Steve seemed even taller and stronger than I remembered. I told him I was very happy to meet him at this occasion, and he smiled and replied that, in his opinion, I was the most charming and sexy of all the ladies there.

He moved forward, politely kissed me, and casually asked where Bob was that evening, and why he couldn't join me for this special banquet!

I tactfully explained the situation to him. His eyes shone brightly, and his lips moved slightly, showing no sign of remorse.

He skillfully and immediately asked if I would like to chat with him and have a drink together.

Steve courteously led me to a table and politely pulled out a chair for me. He waited patiently until I was seated, then leaned down and whispered in my ear from behind, asking for my consent. He said he was also attending the wedding banquet alone and hoped to have the honor of being my dance partner that night.

His gentlemanly demeanor, his comfortable attire, and especially the allure of his imposing physique made it unlikely I would refuse such tender affection, especially since I was alone that night and had no other familiar male companions to lean on.

So I smiled and replied, "That's fine." Hadn't Tom also told me in the phone call before I left to treat Steve well and pleasantly? On such an occasion, Bob couldn't personally entertain his friends; I, as his wife, had to represent him. Wasn't it just what he wanted that I accepted Steve's invitation to be his dance partner and companion…!

Steve naturally went to the waiter and took two bright red cocktails, placing one in front of me before sitting at the other end of the small table.

After he sat down, to avoid obstructing the passing guests and the busy waiters, I leaned forward slightly, adjusted my position, straightened my skirt, and sat properly.

On the way to the banquet, I rehearsed my behavior for the occasion, trying to avoid any appearance of vulgarity or revealing too much skin with my attire. So, I pressed my legs together and leaned back in my chair… As I made this subtle adjustment, my feminine intuition told me that a burning sensation was touching the upper edge of my breasts… and my body and mind responded accordingly—my nipples trembled and my ears flushed.

After all, being usually conservative, this was a shy yet natural reaction to such attention. These

subtle physical changes were mostly influenced by my anticipation throughout the day, and some were a result of the atmosphere and the alcohol.

During the banquet, accompanied by beautiful music, we talked at length about my relationship with Bob, and Steve also mentioned his recent divorce. When the topic of divorce came up, he spoke enviously of how lucky and happy my husband and I were… While he praised our happiness, I also briefly mentioned the regrets my husband and I faced, and vaguely touched upon some of our difficulties with pregnancy and conception.

Steve, as expected of a shrewd businessman and a man popular with women, skillfully steered the conversation back to our marriage over cocktails, always managing to evoke a sense of catharsis in me.

So, as we talked, I revealed our anticipated date for the evening, the various unexpected changes, and my plan to leave early to carry out our original plans… the date my husband and I had been looking forward to for six weeks.

Afterwards, I realized I had revealed too much of my private life, telling Steve about our intimate moments, letting him know what I was hoping for, and that I hadn't had sex for six weeks… Perhaps this is why they are so successful in the business world. Being able to let the other person confide, to understand them through listening, and then to seize the most appropriate opportunity to take the most effective action to achieve one's goals.

Steve then added that he also felt it was time to reconcile with Bob, since the past was the past and he had long since let it go.

I knew that Bob would be very happy to hear what Steve said; it was something he had been hoping for for a long time.

That wedding night, we danced to song after song. When we got tired or the music ended, we would walk back to our seats together, have some cocktails, chat, and relax our racing hearts. When the music started again, or after we had rested enough, Steve and I would go back to the dance floor, immersing ourselves in the beautiful melodies.

Time flew by in blissful joy, and I gradually felt that Steve was so delightful, so attractive to me. Although I thought this to myself, my instincts still naturally remained cautious and wary. Even when he only gently pulled me closer as a gentleman during the slow dance steps… I tried to maintain a proper distance from him.

As time went on, I gradually relaxed my guard, slowly getting used to his arms around me, and even finding myself starting to like and anticipate his hands lingering on my chest, sliding and drawing my shapely hips.

The feeling of us dancing to the beautiful melody made me feel that the close embrace was so wonderful, so breathtaking… My heart began to wait, anticipating each slow dance tune.

Alas! Many things are wonderful, but some things are truly embarrassing.

The problem was that when Steve danced with me, his strong, muscular body swayed with the rhythm through my thin clothes, rubbing against my sensitive skin beneath, directly stimulating my unprotected nipples, and indirectly stirring the hidden strings of my being. It was

the first time I'd experienced this without a bra, and it generated such an intensely arousing and itch-filled feeling.

Bob always teased my nipples, touching my nipples, quickly arousing me and making me automatically crave his masculine attention, ready to flood in when he entered me. My nipples are one of my erogenous zones, and the most sensitive one at that.

My husband knows this all too well, but now it was another man playing with my nipples, making them erect. A rival, a man my husband wanted me to help win over.

What was wrong with my head? How could I think of such a phrase—a man my husband wanted me to help win over?

Countless times, almost every time we returned to our seats after the dance, Steve's gaze would drift to my perfectly fitting outfit, lingering intentionally or unintentionally behind me, attending to my needs and ensuring I sat comfortably in my chair.

These actions, these admiring and marveling glances, made me feel hot all over. I was terrified that when he looked at my lower abdomen, he might see through the semi-transparent fabric of my sexy dress, revealing my already overflowing vulva. My erect nipples were impossible to hide; I just hoped he wouldn't notice that I was already aroused and waiting for that long-awaited filling.

I wanted, I wanted, I wanted to rush to my husband's side… I wanted it so badly!!

The beautiful melody began again, and couples walked hand in hand onto the dance floor. Steve's damned gaze once more fell upon my nipples, and my slightly flattened chest was once again stirred. That deadly look always kept me in a state of heightened sensitivity, my mind constantly reeling.

I glanced around at the guests and was startled to notice something that made my ears burn and my face flush instantly.

Good heavens! The men around me were all staring intently at my proudly pert breasts, their eyes glued to the two mounds bulging under my clothes. This wasn't really a big deal, nothing serious, but the problem was that they all shared one thing in common: their smart suit trousers were bulging. Steve was the same; of course, I knew what was bulging under his trousers. Something that

's an angel when asleep, but a devil when awake. Like a baby, it's serene as an angel when asleep, but in the instant it awakens, full of life, it's something you both love and hate, something you both love and hate.

Blushing, I quickly followed Steve's lead, nestling myself in his broad chest, hiding myself in the rhythmic embrace.

Oh! What's wrong with me tonight?! ...I never imagined I'd be attracted to a man other than my husband. Could I really be so aroused by another man? Perhaps it's because of the fertility hormone pills I've been taking for the past six weeks, causing me to frequently go to the lounge tonight to wipe away the sticky fluid flowing from my vagina?

Perhaps the alcohol also accelerates blood circulation, causing my inner capillaries to heat up and produce sweat?

The graceful dance moves intoxicated me, and the elegant turns made me dizzy as I leaned against Steve's broad chest. I had already found the most appropriate reason for myself; these were all just natural occurrences, nothing more than that.

The warmth from the cocktail naturally drew me closer to him, allowing me to experience everything he was responding to.

With each sway and spin, Steve's hands tightened their support on my rounded buttocks, sometimes moving up and down, sometimes clasping tightly. My own hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, began to relax, seeking the most comfortable position for myself.

From a straight embrace to a full hug… In the captivating music, in this relaxing posture, I felt Steve's hands caressing the strings of my being. His erect member, pressed against my lower body, tapped against the rhythm of the melody, and I began to sway and shake with it on the dance floor.

Under the flickering stage lights, every nerve cell in my body was focused on feeling his taps and measuring the weight of the tapper. I softened my lower body, following Steve's guidance, letting my soft clothing envelop his bulge as we swayed on the dance floor, like a boat rocking all the way to Grandma's Bridge.

I can't quite describe how massive Steve's body was, but I know for sure that he was far larger than Bob. In the constant swaying and embrace, the feeling I got was that it was a huge thing. My actual experience with that thing is limited to my husband's, so this is the only comparison I can make.

Just as I was reveling in the feeling of his muscular physique and responding to his ministrations, the music abruptly stopped!

The feeling was awful; I hated the music for stopping and hated myself for being so provocative.

I quickly reined in my wanton desires and pulled my wandering thoughts back. At that moment, I knew I should hurry home before making a fool of myself and avoid anything I couldn't control. I had drunk too much, I must admit. My face

flushed, I slowly asked Steve to help me find a phone so I could call Bob to pick me up. I was already a little unsteady, and my speech wasn't very fluent.

Steve smiled and nodded, putting his arm around my waist as we walked towards the hall. At that moment, I was truly grateful for his help.

The wedding banquet was being held in a large, luxurious hotel. We chatted as we searched, but surprisingly, there wasn't a single payphone in this magnificent hotel!

Finally, Steve suggested I go to his rented room to call the hotel's direct line. After much deliberation, I sheepishly nodded in agreement. Following his lead, I entered a room that a woman shouldn't normally enter—a secluded room booked by a man other than a gentleman.

We joked and laughed as we walked, and he bowed deeply, offering a personal guarantee that he would absolutely maintain gentlemanly conduct. I knew I had no other choice; this was the only way to make the call and contact Bob to pick me up and take me home. It was indeed, and I considered, the most appropriate expedient. I was certain

my actions were correct. I stepped inside—into the room Steve had booked.

The melody that had been playing in my mind earlier resonated again… The first thing I did upon entering Steve's room was to immediately call my husband. I stood beside the romantically decorated double bed, dialing the classically styled telephone on the low cabinet. Although I wasn't as dizzy as before, I was still somewhat limp. Seeing this, Steve again supported me under my armpits, his large, warm hands gripping my chest, helping me dial... The phone rang incessantly. Steve's hand, which had been gripping my chest, began to slowly rub downwards, moving towards my buttocks, caressing my full, protruding bottom, sometimes even scraping my cleft with his pinky finger! His fondling of my breasts and buttocks made my heart race like the ringing of the telephone, beeping...beep...beep...

After a while, the ringing continued. I took a deep breath, as if unaffected by his teasing, and told him the result. I don't know if it was my pounding heart, my flushed face, or my taut nerves that had secretly conveyed my inner thoughts to him, or if this was simply his "personality"—was this the guarantee of integrity Steve had promised?!

The moment I told Steve I couldn't contact Bob, Steve immediately covered my mouth with his… All the words I wanted to say were swallowed back down, and eventually, it became that I didn't want to say them anymore.

Sigh! The declaration of chastity I had uttered… well, it all melted away with Steve's hot saliva, turning into a passionate tide.

Steve's lips felt different from Bob's, and the way their lips touched my cherry-like mouth was completely different.

As my delicate, sharp tongue reveled in the teasing and swirling sensations from Steve, what about the fluids between them? It was saliva, and they began to communicate… A sudden surge of rational conscience arose in my mind; I should strongly stop his intimate actions. He was now caressing and kissing passionately, crossing the line of normal social etiquette… I should maintain the composure of a dignified wife, even though I was so excited under his hands. I still had to speak up and stop him.

I reluctantly turned my face away from Steve, interrupting his wild kiss, and quickly told him that I was a married woman, and I couldn't betray my husband, especially since he was his friend; I couldn't deceive my friend. Then, as he stood frozen in place, I told him it would be better to wait in the hotel lobby.

Steve gently and softly apologized in my ear; he simply couldn't control his infatuation, especially in the face of such a sensual and sexy woman, which made him forget everything else.

He continued, saying how much he envied Bob for having such a well-proportioned and beautiful woman. He understood my self-restraint as a wife, and even though I couldn't accept his love, he was still deeply fascinated by me.

Steve was so understanding, knowing how to speak without losing his gentlemanly composure, how to use beautiful words to express his feelings, making me feel his intense affection and unable to remain reserved. Alas!

A man I couldn't refuse!

At that time, my slightly shy eyes, my misty gaze fixed on his burning eyes, told him it wasn't that I didn't like it, but that as a wife I couldn't and shouldn't do this… Before parting, a tender, affectionate gaze met his, and Steve silently pressed closer again. I can't even remember how I opened my parched lips again, extending my fiery tongue into his tender kiss, seeking that nectar of love, hoping to hold onto just a little bit more before we parted.

Six weeks of confinement, a breeding ground for further intimacy… six weeks, a long seventy-two days!!

Steve's kisses were a mix of tenderness and passion, his caresses gently tracing the sensitive, delicate flesh beneath my dress. I couldn't resist anymore; I wanted to tear down the seal that had bound me for six weeks—no, I wanted to break free of the constraints of being a wife and surrender to Steve's invitation!

As his hand rubbed against my left breast, my erect nipple seemed to whisper in his ear through the thin fabric. It was so... intoxicating, so dizzy and lightheaded, that feeling of floating made my whole body go limp.

The sensation was so wonderful, so fleeting, leaving me burning with desire in just a minute. I wasn't worried about what Steve would do to me; if I made a sound, said no, he would definitely stop and continue playing the gentleman. This

wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this. Back in my university days, I had tried flirting, caressing, and cuddling with different boys. I believed these were things I could control and that were harmless to me. If it was enjoyable and harmless, why should I be afraid of him? Bob had no idea about these things from my university days.

My erect nipples, feeling the warmth of the man beneath my clothes, sent wonderful messages deep within my body. I enjoyed Steve's skillful teasing, accepting the affection of this man other than my husband with a mixture of joy and shyness. So good, so comfortable. I let this feeling continue, allowing Steve to explore my beautiful, neglected body.

He kissed me softly, and the strap of my clothes, hanging from my shoulder, was unconsciously moved to my arm, revealing my full, white breasts. The cherry-sized, red nipples suddenly appeared in the cold air, protruding further and trembling slightly, as if asserting their presence, pressing against Steve's hand.

Steve's hot, large hand swirled around my breasts, his fingers constantly pinching my nipples, occasionally flicking them. My slender hand also slipped inside his, touching his firm pectoral muscles. This guy, he really has a strong physique!

As I was lost in the allure of his strong, imposing chest, he had already pulled my thin silk dress off my arms, leaving my large, white, and tender breasts completely exposed. They rose and fell, beckoning to the man before me. Steve, quite automatically and knowingly, pressed his saliva-covered mouth against mine, licking and nibbling at my breasts. How could I, a proper and respectable woman, possibly accept and indulge in such intimate and private play? At the very least, I had to maintain my composure… I softly pushed Steve's head forward with my hands, trying to show that I was a proper woman. This gentle push only intensified the sucking on my breasts. His mouth tightly gripped my nipples, pulling them outwards. My heart soared, a current surged through my limbs and lower abdomen, and the tingling, itchy pleasure made my hands stop. In the end, I instead embraced his head, continuing to indulge in that ethereal feeling.

At this moment, my reason began to tear at my mind from within, the two churning back and forth in my head. I started to lose control of my actions, unable to judge what I should do. I couldn't believe what I was doing!

Oh my god! What a wonderful feeling!

What am I doing! I'm

so tired, my weary legs made me sit up on the soft edge of the bed... After a while, I told myself that it was all because of those long six weeks, those forty-two days were indeed too long.

One by one, self-justifications began to appear in my mind, gradually masking my churning desires and passions, especially when I thought that the person I was currently playing with was my husband's strong rival, and so handsome and charming... Thinking of this, I became even more excited, my nipples were bright red and erect under the light, and I even started to leak.

Sigh! What kind of wicked thoughts are these, that they can make me so excited and unable to control myself. In

the heat of passion, many actions and behaviors of men and women are subconscious. Before I knew it, Steve and I were lying on the bed, embracing each other. I felt his hand exploring my thigh; the gentle, warm caresses were intoxicating. His tenderness made me lose all will to resist, so I didn't stop him from touching me further.

The hem of my short skirt rode up with his arm, and I could clearly feel him gently circling my slightly damp panties, lightly massaging my private parts. Sometimes he would even use his index finger to scrape down the grooves; the wetness couldn't escape his keen senses.

This direct touch on my sensitive areas was exactly what I physiologically craved. As my mind began to drift and my body's instincts took over, his gentle rubbing and pressing against my perineum and vaginal opening caused my moans and whimpers to become more melodious with his touch… He spread my legs wider, and Steve's caresses became more direct and bold. He intensified his pressure on my wetness; my small, sexy, transparent panties were visibly damp. I knew, of course, that he knew my vagina was wet and my opening was open.

This wetness made me a little embarrassed, but the feeling was just so good… I… loved it!

Although I loved it, I still retained some rationality. I estimated that I was still in control. I could let Steve serve me, or rather, let him enjoy my body for a few minutes before stopping.

Steve continued to caress my vulva through my barely-there panties, my legs sometimes opening, sometimes closing slightly, and my mouth and nose constantly emitted… um… uh… oh… unconscious moans. His fingers then followed my swaying legs and the occasional slight lift of my buttocks, moving my panties aside and slipping them between my swollen labia… constantly probing, kneading, and pressing. My vagina grew wetter and wetter, and the temperature inside rose higher and higher. Steve's fingers went deeper and deeper, inserting more and more. My vagina—no, at this point it should be called a "burning" vagina—was secreting love juice and began to writhe.

I was starting to feel unbearable and hurriedly cried out—"Steve, I'm so hot, I feel so uncomfortable!" "I…I, we can't…we have to stop…" "No…no…doing this…please…please…" I uttered broken and urgent words to stop Steve's actions, but his fingers continued to fuck that cunt, and my vagina was still clenching and unclenching…Oh! What can I say!

I had barely finished speaking when Steve responded to my words with his actions. His lips immediately pressed against my already damp, transparent panties, making my heart pound wildly. My private desires were completely exposed, and I twisted my lower body to hide my shyness.

Originally, these thin and small sexy panties were just symbolic; they offered no tactile discomfort, but visually they were incredibly alluring to a partner. His lips pressed against mine, his nose just touching my clitoris, and my nerves were on edge, my nerves tingling even more. Oh my god! He was going to lick my vulva, to nibble on my clitoris.

I had only ever seen this kind of bedroom activity in adult magazines. Bob and I were both too bound by traditional ideas; he had never done it, and I was too embarrassed to ask him to. I had never tried sucking a man's penis or using my mouth to hold a man's genitals.

His nose pressed against mine forcefully, and he used both hands to pull my panties down. I lifted my buttocks to let him do as he pleased, then blocked them at the base of my thighs. As I pulled at my soaking wet panties, I wiggled my hips and told Steve we couldn't go on like this, we couldn't let this happen!

A tug-of-war between reason and lust. My sweet, gentle voice of refusal, my wet vulva, my hips lifted and slightly twisted… Steve, still holding my panties, slightly raised his head, his chin pressing against my genitals, and answered me, saying he would absolutely not do anything I told him not to do, and that if I said no, he would stop. His chin continued to press against my vulva, continuing to promise me that he would absolutely not tell anyone about this, guaranteeing that no third party would know. His

magnetic, sensual tone made me release my hands and arch my lower body again. Steve quickly tossed the wet panties aside. At this moment, all my mental and physical senses shifted to my lower body, fully experiencing all the messages being transmitted there. I felt his warm lips pressed against my opening, and my clitoris was being tightly pressed against by his soft, pointed flesh. At this moment, my desire was truly high and surging—ah! Six weeks!

I relaxed my tense muscles again, letting myself float on the soft, warm bed. Steve gently licked and kissed around my vulva, his agile, wet, and warm tongue constantly scraping around my labia. Sometimes his tongue would lick along the pubic hair, and sometimes it would scrape against the pubic hair, directly stimulating the sensitive nerve cells around my private parts, causing my labia to be pulled and become swollen, and the secretions in my vagina would also increase.

Steve continued to lick and suck on my vulva with his tongue, the tip of his tongue occasionally slipping slightly into my vaginal opening. My vulva was swollen and congested, naturally opening my vaginal opening, and he would naturally move towards the clitoris. In addition to stimulating my vulva, he also put his hand inside my clothes and flicked my nipples with his fingers. My small nipples swelled up painfully from being flicked and pinched. The congestion in my lower body, the itching in my vagina, and the stimulation of my breast erogenous zones caused my body to writhe on the double bed, sometimes lifting my buttocks, sometimes arching my upper body. My clothes, which were once flat, were now pulled up and down to my waist and abdomen. My

hazy thoughts were immersed in a high degree of pleasure, joyfully enjoying this sensual bliss that made my soul float away. Steve was truly skilled; he had a remarkable grasp of female body language. He could interpret my every move perfectly, leading me to the pinnacle of pleasure. Even before we were fully intimate, he had already brought me to orgasms that only Bob could give me.

I was acutely aware of my own sexual response; my climax was approaching, and I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting upwards, but I had to suppress my cries. I quickly bit my lower lip, determined not to let out any sounds of pleasure. Climax was physical, not spiritual.

Steve continued to attack my most sensitive erogenous zones, waves of intense currents crashing against the depths of my desire. The tingling at the base of my flower intensified. I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts wander to my ecstasy, but soft moans and guttural sounds still escaped my tightly closed lips. Thankfully, it wasn't too loud; at least I hadn't cried out, "I'm coming! Fuck me! I want your cock inside my cunt!"

I am a lady, a virtuous woman who upholds traditional wifely virtues.

With my eyes tightly closed, savoring the pleasure… I was completely unaware that Steve had quietly pulled down his pants and straddled my legs. The licking of my lower body had transformed into the kneading and rubbing of his hands, and my breasts were now his mouth's object. My breasts, the source of my child's growth, were being sucked and rubbed.

The foreign object pressed against my thighs made me instinctively open my eyes. I saw Steve's hand resting above me, and looking down, I saw his enormous penis, straight and precise, thrusting into my swollen, wet opening. It was a behemoth. For my harbor, I had never accommodated such a large vessel. Its displacement must be twice that of Bob. Could my harbor hold it? It shouldn't be a problem. It can hold a child, so what's a little bit of this? Thinking of this, I started to tense up, my attention focused on that reddish-black mushroom-shaped glans… “Steve, no! Stop, we can’t…we can’t…do this…we can’t just go straight in, it’s dangerous without precautions…it could kill someone!” I instinctively cried out to stop him as his glans entered my vagina.

My labia were full, holding his peach-sized glans, the inside of my labia felt so good being scraped. I weakly shielded Steve’s chest with my arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I nervously told him. He immediately responded, “I…I promise you, I’ll pull out…please…I want to feel the tenderness inside you, even just for a moment, even just a few minutes of brief fusion, oh…yeah…it feels so good…your inside feels so good! Oh…!” As he spoke, he pressed himself against me, kissing my hot and dry lips.

His tongue swirled back and forth, saliva mingling, and my soul was lost. All I could think about was that massive thing about to fill the abyss of my desire, to overflow my hollow. My heart pounded against his chest, beating the drums of his advance.

He, Steve, was about to fuck me.

Even fish on the shore struggle symbolically a couple of times; I, to save some dignity, to make a declaration for a respectable woman before surrendering herself,

cried out again… “No, Steve… don’t!” I said, twisting my hips.

“Please… no… don’t… ah… oh… this is for my husband… for my husband to pick…” I said, as Steve penetrated deeper.

When I mentioned that I was ovulating, the best day for conception, Steve went all the way in.

What was I to do? He was inside my uterus! But it felt so full, so satisfying!

What does it feel like for a smoker to take their first puff after being forced to quit smoking?

I took a deep breath, held it in my trachea, and let my entire lungs feel that long-awaited stimulation before reluctantly spitting it out... and even more so, so that I could swallow it again.

The intense satisfaction from my private parts compensated for the tearing sensation caused by the immense resistance Steve's penis caused as it advanced into my passage. When that big mushroom head broke through my uterus, it suddenly woke me up. I still had to try to get it out... His penis was stuffed tightly into me, his testicles and pubic area pressed closely against my clitoris and anus. His weight pressed my lower body firmly against the bed. If I wanted to get away, I could only try to shake it, wiggle my buttocks, and see if I could spit that big thing out completely... so that I could still be a perfectly fine housewife.

I squeezed my legs together, hoping to push it out of my cervix, then started wiggling my hips… But he pressed down firmly, and with each shake, the sharp edges of his large glans rubbed against the uterine wall, the hot corona swirling against that fleshy mound. That fleshy mound was my most sensitive spot, the place that used to itch the most and make me want someone to scratch it. My clitoris, my clitoris, blossomed for the first time.

Suddenly, as I wiggled wildly, that soft flesh began to writhe, sometimes hardening against the corona, sometimes softly enveloping that hot spot. These alternating hard and soft movements became faster and faster, causing me to arch my hips and grip Steve's back tightly with my fingers—Ugh… Ugh, how could this be…?!

I gritted my teeth, held my breath, and clenched my lower body like I was holding back urine, even my anus was tightly contracted… I absolutely couldn't… I was still trying to preserve something, and just as I thought of this, that heartless, depraved villain who ruined my chastity suddenly pressed down, slamming my buttocks back onto the bed, his burning heat mercilessly stinging my clitoris… Alas, the last vestige of my spirit that I had managed to hold back was—utterly shattered by that thrust!

It's over, it's over, he knew without me even shouting, it had already begun to contract rapidly inside.

It's out, what else is there to say? The water has already spilled, can it be contained?

It's already out, it doesn't matter if I climax, I can wash it off and it'll be clean again. But I absolutely cannot contain it… If I contain it, it will… it will never be completely washed away!!

His sudden, forceful blow really made me grit my teeth!

I curled up completely, my legs hooked around Steve's buttocks, my arms clinging to him like a drowning person… afraid that if I loosened my grip, I would plummet from the peak of pleasure back to the depths of unbearable despair.

It's funny to think about it now. When I was making love with my husband, I only did this deep, swallowing motion when I was seeking deeper penetration with his large penis… The more I did this, the more excited Steve became. The tightness of my vagina and the opening and closing of my cervix couldn't stimulate him to ejaculate. If it were Bob, he would have almost given up the moment my spasms began.

Steve seemed to enjoy my reaction, especially when he saw me gritting my teeth and enduring it; this only fueled his intense drive. He thrust in and out repeatedly, his large penis penetrating to the hilt each time, my buttocks moving up and down with his waist. As he lifted my waist, my buttocks were pulled up off the mattress, and the head of his penis slowly scraped against my tight vagina, pulling it outwards. My heart felt like it was being pulled outwards... Just as I couldn't bear it anymore and offered my vagina to Steve, he thrust down hard, making me fall back onto the mattress.

Ah! His huge cock, already stretched to its limit, now penetrated me completely, the head relentlessly pounding against my clitoris, relentlessly pushing against my cervix. The tingling pleasure of my orgasm was unbearable, leaving me panting and gasping, my hands gripping his back muscles tightly, my legs wrapped around his waist.

Gradually, I could feel my vagina, which had previously only been able to accommodate my husband, now able to freely receive Steve's enormous cock, especially with the lubrication from my orgasm aiding his thrusting.

Steve thrust faster and faster, the slapping sounds growing louder and louder… Everything else faded from my mind; the six-week-long date I'd been anticipating was receding into the distance. All I knew was to hold on tight, savoring this happiest moment of my life.

I love this huge cock, I love this wicked devil that makes me feel so lightheaded!! I want to enjoy this ultimate physical pleasure all night long!!

I moaned shyly as he thrust deeply inside me. My brows furrowed, my teeth clenched, and I uttered low moans of "Uh...oh...oh..." My lower body arched upwards, eagerly absorbing Steve's massive penis, reveling in the intense pleasure it brought.

It was beyond imagination, so incredibly pleasurable. The stimulation and excitement of his penis being completely buried inside my vagina were unparalleled. At that moment, my entire body was surrendered to Steve, seeking to prolong this powerful pleasure. I tried my best to maintain a sliver of reason, not to surrender my soul to that evil devil, that wicked creature that ravaged my vagina.

Oh! I...I'm starting again. Deep within my womb, with no chance to catch my breath, under Steve's relentless and violent thrusts, it began to writhe again. I...I'm about to climax again.

I clung tightly to Steve, twisting and thrusting my hips for maximum friction. Steve, spurred on by my frenzied performance, quickened his pace, pressing my buttocks firmly onto the bed and pounding into me... Men moan too! Steve's breathing became rapid, and he made low sounds, initially indistinct, but growing louder and louder, sounding... truly embarrassing. Embarrassing as it was, it only excited me more!

Words I'd never heard before—"slutty cunt," "slutty hole," "so tight," "biting"—came out of his mouth.

His grip tightened, his thrusts faster and harder. I knew he was almost there too... Hurry, hurry, I still have a little bit left to go! I have to come before him, or what will I do!

I started violently twisting and swaying my hips, my legs clamped tightly together, letting the big cock thoroughly scrape the sensitive nerves of my inner walls, letting the head of the cock slam into my clitoris. I surrendered all my most vulnerable points to the big cock to ravage and trample... as long as, as long as I could ejaculate.

It's coming, it's coming... I feel it coming, oh...yes!

Ah! Even today, I still yearn for that moment of soulless, blissful flight! His body slumped down, his thick, powerful thrusts against my tender flesh. I remember that instant feeling vividly: his firm, fiery crown piercing my cervix and burying itself deep within me. His throbbing penis stimulated my cervix with each contraction and expansion, forcing that unexplored place to feel his presence. Even my most intimate parts were stung and pounded by his hot, thick semen… The intense stimulation of his thrusts and branding left me only able to utter single moans, "Oh, oh," as I joined his offspring in this lovemaking. While my physical senses

were still reveling in that unrestrained and demanding pleasure, my reason gradually returned, and I remembered… those stinging ejaculations… Oh God! He… he… this devil, he's really going to kill me.

What… what should I do? He ejaculated inside, so hot and so plentiful… and so deep inside! Oh… what should I do?!

At that moment, I was filled with both ecstasy and terror. The intense pleasure of ejaculation and the life-or-death terror alternated on my flushed yet dazed face. My instinct for self-preservation made me push away violently, but—it was too late.

Steve, perhaps intentionally, even deliberately, had already tried to get ahead of Bob when he heard I was at the peak of my fertilization. At this moment, his hands tightly gripped me, his arms wrapped around my back, his buttocks pinning my lower body to the bed, leaving me no room to move. I could only feel the throbbing deep inside my uterus, count the number of those deadly thrusts… It was agonizing! The more I worried and feared, the stronger and longer the orgasm became. The spasms of orgasm made my vagina desperately clench his penis, forcing him to ejaculate more and for longer.

Steve's continuous ejaculation pushed me to swirl at the peak of orgasm… and swirl again.

How mesmerizing and astonishing it was… that feeling of being on the edge of my body was so wonderful, so absolutely amazing.

The destructive pleasure from the intense, fiery stinging sensation that triggered uterine contractions caused a significant period of amnesia in my brain.

Normally, when I made love with Bob, I could only vaguely feel his semen slipping inside my vagina, unlike Steve's powerful thrusts deep into my uterus during ejaculation. And his penis throbbed intensely just before he released, as if reminding me to feel its impact… to feel its heat, its fullness, and its relentless flow.

Under his might, I truly felt his fiery semen ravaging my uterus, occupying my husband's most private space.

"You…you said you'd pull out!" I gasped. "Oh...uh! Oh...I...I feel...I feel it...you, you, you shot so deep inside me, you...you ejaculated inside me!" "Oh...uh, no...no, oh...oh...uh...good...good...good...yes...I...woo...woo...I'm coming...I...I'm coming...coming...coming...coming...oh...uh...!" My big ass was no longer obeying my brain's commands at that time, only knowing to twist and turn desperately, pressing tightly against Steve's crotch, grinding and turning, chasing that pleasure that belonged to ejaculation.

"You...you, you said it!" I shook my ass violently, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, contracting my sphincter muscles fiercely, squeezing his still ejaculating penis, gritting my teeth in a half-hysterical tone.

"You...you're so damn...ah! Oh...oh...I...I...feel...it...ooh...oh, you shot inside me..." "Crack...crack" I almost couldn't catch my breath, so I hugged him tightly and panted in his ear. His big cock was still vigorously ravaging my trembling uterus.

"Ooh...ooh...it shot into my uterus!" "Oh...oh...oh...oh...uh...no...no...how...this...oh...Master...good...good...um...um...oh...oh...oh...uh...it's out...I'm out...oh...uh..." I had just finished complaining about him when my vagina began to spasm under his continued thrusting, the walls of my vagina contracted sharply, and the dam of vaginal fluid was released instantly, splashing and splashing as it sought its own space. The last bit of virility that had remained was completely conquered in the swaying and contracting of my hips during ejaculation.

In the ecstasy of ultimate pleasure, I embraced his gift wholeheartedly, openly receiving his blessings. My hands tightly held Steve's strong buttocks, completely encompassing his wickedness.

My lewd poems whispered in his ear, all worldly concerns buried in the abyss of pleasure between my thighs.

Waves of desire surged one after another, raging joy surging in the deepest recesses of our thighs.

I simply cannot believe that the pleasure between a man and a woman can be so wondrous, so captivating. No wonder the saying goes, "The pleasure of men and the love of women," it truly is. Even now, I can still clearly feel that feeling... and just thinking about it now... makes me wet again.

Sometimes I'm truly astonished that after climaxing, Steve would still strive to lead me to peak after peak, thick semen overflowing from my vagina under his thrusts, my pubic hair, buttocks, and anus covered with evidence of our lovemaking, the sheets bearing witness to our triumphant lovemaking. If what's seeping out is like this, then my flower chamber and palace must be even more overflowing.

As the climax subsides, my hazy consciousness begins to awaken, and the sliding sensation in my private parts becomes increasingly clear. A sliding flow runs deep into my body; I know it's the suction effect caused by the contraction of the uterus after ejaculation, causing all the mixture of sperm and love fluid we produced to flow towards that great sacred place.

Talking about before and after is meaningless. At that moment, I only knew to savor this unprecedented wonder, to fully experience the ecstatic melody emanating from my deepest, most secret place. I had no time to think about before or after!

As the afterglow faded, reason returned. Looking at the man's ecstatic face, the sticky semen between my legs still trickling down the sheets from where Steve and I were joined, his penis still moving back and forth within my embrace.

"What...what did I do...!!" Tears began to well up.

Steve looked deeply into my eyes, his penis still thrusting. I didn't keep track of how much he ejaculated, I only know that his penis still twitches every now and then... "You said you wouldn't ejaculate inside, you said you'd pull out... You promised me! What if you get me pregnant? You're not my husband... Waaah..." As I spoke, a series of fears followed, and I started to cry in fear.

What happened next was the main reason I felt so guilty about this extramarital affair. ...That damned bastard didn't even bother to care for me properly after my euphoric ejaculation. If he had said something nice, even just "I love you to death," I would have actually had a baby for him and let Bob pay to raise it. At this point, I was a pure friend's wife, I couldn't very well say that he had gotten me pregnant.

His response plunged me into the guilt of being a married woman in an affair. "Lisa, I'm so sorry, you're just too amazing... I never imagined I'd have this day, to be able to fuck you, to fuck you... Lisa... deep inside Bob's wife's cunt!" "Especially when you said you were at your peak of fertility today... oh, I just want to get you pregnant, to let my child occupy this bastard's offspring's breeding paradise, to let that turtle egg raise it for me..." The atmosphere of passionate lovemaking was instantly frozen by his almost wicked and lewd words—not just almost, but truly vicious. The room became quiet, and I stared speechlessly at Steve.

This wicked man who led me to discover the world of pleasure was actually using me as a tool for revenge, treating this lovemaking as mere intercourse, a means... The contractions in my vagina sent endless shivers and regret through me.

Sorrow and pain filled me not only with disgust for Steve on top of me, but also with hatred for Bob. If Bob hadn't ignored me and disregarded my feelings, this situation wouldn't be what it is now. Even without his broken promise, I could still have achieved sexual satisfaction, and perhaps even felt the joy and anticipation of pregnancy!

Some things shouldn't be hidden between husband and wife, but this affair is absolutely unspeakable. Not only can I not say it, but Bob could never forgive me for doing such a thing—letting his rival get there first after drinking, impregnating his wife's womb with countless offspring.

Thinking about the fertility pills I've been taking these past few days, I know my egg is in a state where it's easily fertilized. Perhaps Steve's sperm has already successfully fertilized my egg, creating a new embryo.

Are these fertility pills causing my increased libido, making my reason, under the influence of alcohol, controlled by my animalistic reproductive instincts? The doctor said these drugs increase vaginal secretions and promote physiological functions.

So… am I wrong?

Has fertilization and pregnancy already begun? Secretly speaking, if we're only talking about reproductive ability, Steve's intense ejaculation and deep penetration could easily impregnate a woman. After all, I felt his ejaculation; it was so strong, so hot, so plentiful, and so deep inside—something Bob couldn't compare to.

As I thought about my own actions and the impending consequences, shame and humiliation couldn't hide my still tightly clenched legs, my snow-white, smooth legs still wrapped around his waist, enduring the impact of his ejaculation.

If he hadn't uttered those words that made me feel utterly ashamed and humiliated, this intense, lingering sexual lovemaking and the tender intimacy after the pleasure would have truly transformed my lust into passion and love.

Sigh! How could that warm, softened nemesis be more fulfilling than Bob? I hate it… How could that feeling be so good?

My eyes were fixed on the man before me. I knew my body was reacting again, my lower body slowly undulating. He noticed this gentle contraction and kissed my body, kissed my breasts, gently and delicately kissing my nipples.

An unprecedented sensation surged through my vagina. Steve, that bastard who had taken my virginity, was swelling again inside me. This feeling of being stretched open was something I had never experienced before. My sensitive clitoris was being squeezed again, the mixed fluids being expelled from inside caused an itch as they flowed through my groin, and the direct pushing and burning sensation at the base of my uterus—all these combined to send me to the peak of lust once more. I

knew I couldn't have sex with him again, but I just couldn't stop him from having sex with me. I could rationally refuse to have sex with him, but I couldn't resist the movement of his strong body on me.

Still in a state of excitement, my flower path contracted gently again with his thrusts. Rising desire and the reality made me openly accept everything Steve was doing to me. Since I couldn't resist, I might as well relax.

I quietly experienced Steve's powerful member moving in and out of my tender vagina, feeling the nerve stimulation from the hot glans scraping against the inner walls.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes sudden, each thrust gripping my rising emotions. I liked it, I was aroused; these were my instinctive desires, this was enjoyment. Especially now, Steve's movements were both gentle and fulfilling. Deep down, I hoped he would continue, even feeling a slight sense of surrender and rebellion—maybe it could just stay like this forever!

My buttocks began to involuntarily respond to Steve's thrusts, and a sense of anticipation and waiting arose within me, anticipating that fiery penetration, awaiting his gift. After Steve relaxed, my hands naturally and gently embraced his broad arms, my lower body rubbing tightly against his powerful member as he thrust in and out slowly. I savored and explored the sensations… It was so good… such wonderful lovemaking!!

Silence…only sensation. What a wonderful feeling! For a long time, I was immersed in this blissful, ethereal pleasure of our lovemaking.

Each thrust of his thick, hot penis into my overflowing, love-sucking vagina made me crave even more intense pleasure. His large member filled my secret place again and again, the endless stinging, the extreme, intense penetration… These erotic pleasures, which I could never experience with Bob, assaulted my senses again and again, like a tide, like clouds, like sinking, like floating… I never knew that lovemaking between men and women could be so exquisite.

Nothing is inherently good or bad before comparison, nor is there any distinction between satisfaction and sexual happiness. I knew I would never again experience this kind of pleasure and sexual enjoyment from Bob, so the pursuit of lust completely overwhelmed my reason. I only wanted to imprint this feeling deeply in my mind, to remember that swelling and fullness through my vagina. As for mistakes, I would deal with them later.

Although Steve's actions had only just begun, I had already experienced many orgasms, with several smaller orgasms coming in waves. Under the impact of this lust, I passionately raised my upper body and kissed Steve's neck with my burning lips.

As I held him tightly and kissed him, my buttocks involuntarily swayed and trembled... "Oh... oh... I... I'm going to come! Should I pull out?" Steve suddenly thrust his trembling penis all the way in, hitting my deepest point, and then began to pull out.

Previously, I complained that he hadn't considered my situation and insisted on ejaculating his thick semen deep into my womb, where I longed for pregnancy. This time, however, he was very respectful. But if I were going to conceive, I should have already gotten pregnant. This time, I wanted to fully experience the euphoric pleasure of his hot semen spraying out.

As I felt him pull away, my legs wrapped around his waist again, and I lifted my hips, taking his penis completely back into my vagina.

"It's okay... I really want... I want to feel you ejaculate." "Go ahead and ejaculate, ejaculate inside me." Hearing my expectant tone, Steve smiled and gently kissed my face, my lips, and my full breasts. He continued to kiss me, his penis still moving in and out of my vagina. The rhythm of his thrusts became fast and rapid, each thrust going all the way in. This rapid and intense impact made my muscles tense and grip him tightly during orgasm, my entire being focused on the sensations coming from my lower body.

The inexplicable action happened the instant I felt him ejaculate. I forcefully thrust my hips, pressing my vulva as close to Steve's penis as possible, wanting to maximize the nerve stimulation from his ejaculation.

I could clearly feel the pulse of each ejaculation, each spurt striking the bottom of my uterus. This deep impact gave me even greater pleasure. When the intense orgasm made me spasm, I screamed hysterically, my limbs kicking and flailing uncontrollably, my fingers contracting and pinching... At that moment, it felt like the whole world was spinning, my head was spinning, it felt so good, so good, even the intense heat from my nipples felt so good. I loved this flying orgasm, and... it was so wicked. I actually felt a strong, taboo desire because of the immoral feeling of getting pregnant while having an affair, to the point of achieving unprecedented pleasure. This liberating pleasure mixed with lust was so wonderful, truly incomparable.

There couldn't be a more extreme act of rebellion against my husband than this. Not only did I let his rival get there first, but I also subtly yielded to his advances, achieving a pleasure he could never give me.

Steve's penis finally stopped throbbing, while my vagina continued to contract slightly, still in the throes of orgasmic excitement. After a while, Steve's penis softened, but I could still feel its presence. He slowly withdrew, pulling his long, plump shaft from my wet, swollen vagina and labia. As he retreated, I propped myself up on my elbows, focusing my gaze on my most sensitive area and the edges of the bedsheets.

I don't know if my face flushed; I felt incredibly ashamed, my face burning with embarrassment.

The obviously damp, sexy panties hung precariously at my ankles, starkly contrasting with the waist of my evening gown. Thankfully, the material didn't wrinkle noticeably from the vigorous twisting, but the fluids on the panties and from my vulva couldn't be wiped away immediately. My vulva was now wide open, and the red, sticky vaginal walls were clearly visible, even showing that they were still contracting and secreting. My once neat and shiny pubic hair was now scattered and stuck to my buttocks, sticky like a rice paddy after a storm.

When I saw my vulva still contracting and expanding, and the semen from both of us continuously overflowing onto the bed... so much, it really surprised me!

I quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under my buttocks to elevate my vulva, so that the warm fluid could stay inside and not spill onto the bed. As I continued to feel this warmth from inside my secret place, I wondered—will I still be able to react when I have sex with Bob?

Will my husband's smaller penis still fill my vagina?

Steve smiled slightly when he saw the expression on my face. He knew that what happened after our wedding banquet would remain a secret between us. He could tell from my face that I wouldn't tell anyone. I think he was very happy that I had preserved his semen as much as possible inside my vagina.

When I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, something surprised me: even after twenty minutes, some of the semen Steve had ejaculated inside me was still dripping out intermittently. This had never happened before. I used to squat to expel the semen after sex, but this forced me to turn on the shower and use hot water to clean the inside of my vagina. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the sticky discharge when Bob tried to have sex with me at home.

After spending some time washing myself thoroughly, I returned to the room and saw Steve still lying quietly on the bed, his wicked thing that had caused me so much trouble now lazily sprawled across his stomach… After getting dressed, I thought it best not to greet Steve. It might be impolite, but it was better than him getting up and continuing to bother me, which would be much harder to handle.

On the drive home, I noticed some discharge from my genitals, which had soaked my underwear. As I drove, I kept asking myself, why did this happen to me? How am I going to deal with this when I get home… A barrage of questions and self-reproach accompanied me on the way home.

Honestly, I was really lucky; Bob was already asleep when I got home, otherwise I would have had to put in a lot of effort to explain and justify myself!

Once inside, I quickly grabbed my robe and clean underwear and went to the bathroom to change out of the sticky panties. Then I put on the robe to cover my breasts and chest, which were bruised and swollen, and quietly slipped into bed. Just

as I lay down, Bob turned and hugged me. My heart was pounding. The dim light in the room masked some of my outward signs of discomfort, but I was still afraid Bob would smell the odor on me—afraid he would smell Steve's scent and the different brands of cologne. I also noticed discharge from my genitals; I knew it was Steve's semen. Bob then pressed his hot, erect penis against my thighs, his hands slowly kneading my breasts from behind… Bob asked me, with a mixture of guilt and concern, how the wedding banquet went. I told him it was alright, but something seemed to be missing. At that time, I wanted to increase Bao Bo's guilt and make him feel my lustful heart. On the one hand, I wanted to reduce my guilt after breaking the taboo; on the other hand, I wanted to entice him to have sex with me so that I could use it as an excuse for getting pregnant in the future.

Bob, swaying and wriggling under my coquettishness, pulled down my panties. He pressed his erect penis against my wet vaginal opening and said suggestively, "Let's begin..." Bob easily penetrated me completely. He even said I was so horny and juicy today, and that it felt amazing to fuck me. Little did he know that the discharge from my vagina was his friend Steve's semen. At that moment, I cooperated by wriggling my hips, hoping he would ejaculate sooner. Once he did, everything would be settled, and life could return to normal without worry, while I would still be a dutiful wife.

Everything came to a close. Bob's ejaculation marked a perfect end to my infidelity.

In the darkness, he asked if I had seen Steve at the wedding banquet. Bob also hoped Steve had taken good care of me at the wedding. I skillfully told Bob that Steve was a gentleman and that he would cherish this relationship.

In a daze, I stroked my belly, thinking—for the next few weeks, I mustn't let Bob ejaculate inside my uterus, so that I can know whose child I'm carrying after a pregnancy test.

Under the soft bedroom light, the husband embraced his wife… The day passed peacefully, and tomorrow's sunshine would still be bright

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