Was it out of revenge or genuine affection?

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Back then, she was a gentle and affectionate woman. Even when we were having an ambiguous relationship, she would still talk endlessly about how wonderful her husband was. When she talked about these things, I could almost picture her smiling on the other side of the computer screen. This was different from my wife. My wife, though virtuous, had a fiery temper; she would smash dishes and bowls at the slightest provocation, which I found tiresome. Perhaps all men who have been around a woman for a long time are like this. I started to miss her charming and lovely smile after she logged off late at night. Sometimes, just to see her, I would do things myself that my secretary could have handled.
But I still restrained myself. I secretly hoped that she would gradually fall in love with me, like she loved her husband, and throw herself into my arms. I am a selfish and cruel person; I was waiting for such an opportunity. I knew that for a lonely woman, such an opportunity would always come. And indeed, for three days in a row, I didn't see her on QQ, and I felt a slight unease. I thought, perhaps her husband had returned; at times like this, they must be having a passionate affair in the bedroom! But I couldn't control my longing for her.
My heart suddenly clenched; it felt like an eternity had passed between us before she finally typed those words: "He's having an affair." And I, on my side of the computer, felt a slight sense of satisfaction. I asked her, "How did you know?" She said, "A friend saw it with their own eyes in another city; it can't be fake." I asked her again, "So what did you do?" She said, "I took seven days off and went to the city where he does business, but I didn't find a single clue. He denies it to the death." "So what do you plan to do?" She said, "I want revenge." "Come to my house." I said, "That's not a good idea."
As I typed those words on the computer, my heart was already wandering to her side. I made up a reason with my wife, saying that a friend was drunk and needed me to pay the bill, and then I went out. I knocked on her door, and she opened it. I saw her, usually so quiet and serene, wearing a black lace nightgown. Her eyes were red, but with a hint of haggard beauty, like a rose in the afterglow of the setting sun. I felt my blood coursing through my veins as she gently beckoned to me. I stood at the door, unable to move. Although I had waited for this day for a very long time,
when it finally arrived, I felt somewhat despicable and shameless. But… I couldn't control my body, as if drawn by a mysterious force. She led me to her house. My hand trembled slightly as I held hers. I asked her, "Are you really going to do this? Can you promise you won't regret it?" She nodded, then shook her head. "Then let it be, don't worry about the future…" I sat in a chair, smoking, my heart heavy with mixed emotions. She came over and sat beside me. I looked at her without speaking. "I…I…sorry…I…" I hugged her as she cried, just silently watching her.
"I'm sorry…please don't refuse…me…" "Cry, cry as much as you want!" I said, holding her shoulders tightly. After saying that, I used my tongue to lick away the tears on her cheeks, and finally, my lips met hers. Our kiss was tight, regardless of the defenses in our hearts. She said that since her husband went to work, she would lie alone in bed, her hands inside her clothes, caressing her body. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer! I wiped her tear-streaked cheeks and kissed her lips passionately, pulling her down onto the bed. She enthusiastically and willingly took off my clothes, and I quickly unbuttoned hers.
Soon, she was only wearing a bra and panties, and I was only wearing panties. We held each other tightly, our lips pressed together as if never to part. I kissed her as I unhooked her bra. Instantly, her body was revealed before my eyes again. Seeing those white, full breasts, I couldn't help but kiss them. She responded to my kisses, arching her body upwards, her large breasts sucking hard... letting me suckle.
I impulsively entangled with her, again and again. I rubbed one breast with one hand, gently sucking on the other, my hand sliding inside her panties. I lightly teased her most sensitive area, her desire slowly increasing.
I continued kissing down, pulling off her changed panties, my tongue lightly licking… She gasped softly at my actions! Her whole body trembled sensitively several times, her lower body sometimes rising, sometimes thrusting, in sync with my tongue. Our sexual desire, suppressed for days, was particularly intense today, and she made sounds. "Mmm, big breasts, suck me harder… baby, don't get out of bed tonight!" "Mmm… mmm…" After again and again, we fell asleep, exhausted. The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the heavy curtains, stinging my eyes before I opened them.
She was still asleep beside me, like a wounded kitten. I gently stroked her baby-like, pure face, feeling a satisfied pleasure. I told her, "I love you." I thought she hadn't heard me, but I saw her eyelashes flutter, and she opened her eyes to gaze at me, saying, "I love you too." That's how we became lovers, keeping it a secret from my wife and her husband. Every time I returned home after our intimacy, looking at my crying son and my wife, still completely unaware, I felt a pang of guilt.
But whenever I was with her, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. I would whisper in her ear, "Baby, I really want to marry you." If this could continue year after year, until one day we grew tired of each other, that would be fine. But she fell truly in love with me. "Your husband is rich, you're used to a life of luxury, I'm just a lowly employee, how can I afford that!" I swallowed the rest of my sentence. She opened her eyes wide and said, "Don't you love me?" I answered hastily, then soothed her with a kiss.

[The End]

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