A short story about a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive and her experience of having an affair.

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I'm the heroine of this story: (Wuwu)
A few days ago, he called me and asked me to go out, but I declined, saying I was already at work (we don't have a 7-day weekend; we take regular holidays). Yesterday, I happened to be 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 to go out the next day. This time, I didn't have an excuse, so I agreed. We arranged to meet at 11:30 am the next day at the KFC upstairs in the Second Food Store on Huaihai Road.
Today, after work, I rested at my workplace for a while before heading 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, while he ordered some other things. We ate and chatted, discussing where to go in the afternoon. I suggested going to the movies, but he said there weren't many good movies these days, and we could buy a DVD and watch it together at home. I thought that made sense. I said, "Then come shopping with me; I want to buy some autumn clothes." He said it was very close to my workplace, and we might run into that acquaintance, which wouldn't be good. He seemed reluctant to go shopping with me. "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 make love to you. Let's go to a hotel." He added, "It's just after National Day, the hotels are practically empty, 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, all successful and mature. The man sitting next to me now is ten years younger than me, about the same age as my first boyfriend back then. Looking at him, I couldn'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 even hoped he would have that desire. But outwardly, I pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Will nothing happen?" 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 together, 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 very tightly, and I could hardly 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, and then picked me up and took me into the bathroom.
He came in as soon as I started showering. This was the first time I saw his completely naked body. The first few times were very rushed, and he didn't even take 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 scar from an appendectomy on his lower right abdomen. His penis wasn't very big, but it was already starting to get erect, and he had hair on his thighs as well. 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, occasionally pinching my nipples and probing my vaginal opening with his fingers. After
I finished showering, he wanted me to wash him and touch his penis. I knelt down and rubbed his penis with my hands. I noticed that his penis was very hard and swollen red, with what looked like small bumps on the glans. I tried licking it with my tongue and smelled a fishy odor, because he hadn't had time to wash it yet. I felt my blood boiling, a strong sexual urge, and I suddenly put his penis in my mouth. This action surprised 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 his penis into my mouth. He was very forceful, and his penis went down 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 penetrate me, but he couldn't get it in after several attempts. Then he told me to turn my back to him and try to penetrate me from behind, but he still couldn't get it in. I was so aroused by him that I said let me sit on the sink. This position is suitable for tall men; it's easier, penetration is deeper, and we can see each other's expressions. I really like this sex position. I'm definitely more experienced than him in this area.
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 easily inserted his penis into my vagina. I couldn't help but moan the moment it entered. I asked him to hold my buttocks, and I placed my thighs on his hands. He continued thrusting, powerfully and rapidly, constantly asking if it felt good. I closed my eyes and kept moaning, feeling great. I didn't want to be distracted, didn't want to talk, just wanted to enjoy the pleasure. Occasionally, I'd respond with a soft "Mmm."
Soon, he started moaning "Oh...oh..." and I felt his penis throb inside me, about seven or eight times, then he stopped. He ejaculated. I leaned in and let him hold me; actually, I hadn't truly reached orgasm yet. I made him keep his penis inside me, and I wiggled my hips a few times. I could still feel the sensation of his penis inside my vagina, but that sensation 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, saying, "Do you like having sex with me?" He answered, "Yes."
In fact, I didn't want his answer. At this moment, I would doubt any answer. On the contrary, 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 bed was small, so we hugged tightly, with half of his body actually pressing against mine. Now, his hands were well-behaved, not groping my body, only rubbing my back. He said my back was smooth, like it had been powdered with talcum powder. My hands, however, were a bit restless, pinching his penis. I felt something wet and sticky on the head of his penis, which had liquefied and was now flowing out. I secretly wiped it off on the blanket. He buried his head in my chest, kissing my breasts, and asked, "You've had a child, how come you still have such a good figure?" I told him it was my secret, I couldn't tell him. My
figure is indeed very well maintained. I've hardly taken care of my child since giving birth; his grandmother has always cared for him, and I haven't breastfed. If I did, my breasts would definitely sag and become flat, which is the last thing I want. My nipples are relatively small and still retain a youthful pink color, and my breasts are still elastic. My nipples have only been suckled by men. I also basically don't do housework. Most of my old clothes from before I had children are still wearable, but I rarely wear them anymore. Except for the occasional tiring day at work, I'm basically free after work. So I often go out for meals and karaoke with colleagues and classmates. Also, because of our profession, we're frequently invited to meals, but I try to decline these invitations whenever possible, unless we're quite familiar with each other. Of course, my two other sexual partners often invite me out, and with them, I don't have to think at all; they arrange everything.
Now, a boy is sleeping next to me. He has a strong desire for sex, but he's completely unfamiliar with sexual 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 like having sex with him. Actually, I don't know anything about him. I only know his name, that he lives in a certain district of the city, and that he mentioned having a girlfriend before, but I don't know if he's had any sexual experience before. I only know his appearance because he looks a lot like my first boyfriend. And my first boyfriend had such a huge impact on me. I think that's why I got together 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, and tentatively asked him, "Is it comfortable having sex with me?" "Very, very comfortable. I want to have sex with you forever," he replied.
I then asked, "Have you ever slept with other girls before?"
His answer was frank. He said, "What era are we living in? You definitely wouldn't believe me if I said I hadn't. You know, these days it's all about girls pursuing boys. With my looks, finding a girl wouldn't be a problem." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Let me tell you, there are tons 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 really pay 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 it when men smoke; the smell is awful. My husband doesn't smoke.
I said, "Then you should pursue her more closely. Girls have soft hearts."
He said while smoking, "My current girlfriend is a classmate from another class in the same year. Her name is Li Jiaxin. She's quite pretty. You'll see her when you rotate through your department for your internship. But I don't really feel good about being with her."
I asked again, "Have you had sex with her?"
"Yes, but not very often. We usually do it on weekends when no one's around in the dorm. It's always very rushed, nothing like we can hug each other naked like we do now. And every time after we're done, I'm always worried 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 had to rely on sex to satisfy ourselves, we'd be driven crazy."
I was surprised by his frankness and then asked, "Would you marry her?"
"Marriage? You think she's a virgin? I only started dating her last year. She wasn't a virgin before we started sleeping together. Actually, she wants sex more than I do. We mostly have sex in her dorm, and she's always the one who initiates 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 fiercely. 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 to me, and sure enough, he said, "XX (my name), I really like you. You're 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, to make love with you." I looked at him without saying anything. He continued, "Since the first time I made love with you, 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 want to give it all to you. That period has been very difficult, but today, I finally got my wish."
Hearing his words, I was a little moved. I hugged him tightly, and we kissed passionately. I thought about how much semen he had ejaculated into my vagina earlier, and considering what he had just said, I couldn't help but find it a little ridiculous. Maybe he wasn't lying to me; he really did like me.
Just then, his phone rang. He got up to answer it; it seemed to be a classmate 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, didn't answer, and hung up. "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 back at him. I noticed his gaze slowly moving towards my chest. "Your breasts are beautiful," he suddenly said. "Really?" I was a little embarrassed by his words and hurriedly pulled the blanket over myself, but he grabbed it and I couldn't pull it off. "You rascal," I said. Unexpectedly, my words only fueled his passion. He simply pulled the blanket all the way to the floor and said, "Let me take a good look at you, I want to look to my heart's content." Then, he made me lie down and knelt beside me. I looked at him affectionately as he began to caress me, first my breasts, slowly and gently rubbing them. When his palms touched my nipples, I felt so excited and comfortable. He would sometimes bend down and 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 aroused me more and more. Gradually, I closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
I felt his hand slowly sliding down my body, from my upper abdomen, lower abdomen, to my thighs. Finally, he stopped his hand on my vulva, flicking my labia majora with his fingers and kissing 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 dislike men inserting their fingers into my vagina because their nails are long and dirty, possibly carrying bacteria that could harm my vagina. However, I really enjoy men giving me oral sex; it feels wonderful, but I rarely reach orgasm through oral sex alone. I looked at him and softly 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 before." I knew he found it dirty, and it probably smelled a bit. But I really wanted him to kiss me down there, 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.
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 of his tongue pressing against my clitoris, and it felt like an electric shock, quickly sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I felt like I was floating, but also like I was falling into an abyss. I kept crying out, "I want it... I want it..." He seemed to understand my cries, and I felt his tongue pressing against me faster. Along with my cries, my breathing quickened, and my heart pounded. I couldn't take it anymore... Suddenly, that demonic feeling vanished, and he was slowly climbing on top of me, pressing his entire body beneath me. He held my head between his fingers 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 still only hummed in response.
This time, he entered effortlessly. Because I was already incredibly wet, it could slide in even if it was just placed on the side. He kissed me while 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. Each thrust was an amplification of this pleasure, and the faster he moved, the faster the pleasure intensified. Soon, I reached my first orgasm. This time, he didn't ejaculate as quickly as before, but he continued to thrust into me. He buried his head in my neck, his hands under my buttocks, supporting them and pressing my lower body tightly against him. I could feel him sweating and breathing heavily. He increased the force and speed of his thrusts, and I tried my best to match him. After a short while, he raised his head, let out two long "ohs," and collapsed heavily onto me. At the same time, I felt his penis throb a few times inside my vagina. He ejaculated again. Although... I didn't have a second orgasm, but I was still satisfied.
He was on top of me, breathing heavily. I asked him how it was, and he said it felt amazing. This time, I felt him pressing down on me particularly heavily. I pushed him a few times, but he didn't move. I said, "Can you get off me? You're crushing me." He twisted his body and rolled to my side. I told him to move a little further over, as the bed was small and he should be careful not to fall. 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.
He finished the water, 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 pang of sadness in my heart. I've never felt this way when I've had sex with the other two men, 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's different. He's young; he should be having sex with a girl his own age, then marrying her and having children. But now he's having sex with a woman ten years older than him, and I can feel that he genuinely likes me.
I picked up the blanket from the floor and went to 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.
His phone rang and woke us from our sleep. I opened my eyes and found the room was already dark. He got up, turned on the light, found his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then answered it. I looked at 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 today. He also said he'd 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 given him a lot of authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs. He added that every year around this time, people bring hairy crabs to his house, and they get tired of them after a while. He asked if I liked them, and I said they were okay. He said he'd 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.
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, kissing me before he left.
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. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked him to call my daughter over. She's only a year old and doesn't quite express herself properly yet. I heard her loudly saying on the other end of the line, "Hello, Mom, when are you coming to pick me up?" I told her that Mom had something to do, 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 things at kindergarten, but she said she didn't know much about those. At that moment, I felt a pang of sadness, 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 didn't want me to be anxious. On his way back, he tried to call a taxi, but he couldn't find an empty one. Finally, he said he ran back. I saw sweat beading on his forehead. I was deeply moved.
I put on my underwear and a shirt, then 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 my 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 the sweet infatuation of our first love. I thought I might have fallen for him. "Do you want more?" I asked him. He didn't understand, thinking I was asking if he was full, and said, "That's enough. We can eat more when we get home." I looked at him without saying anything, continuing to sip my yogurt. He looked at me too, and slowly he pulled me closer, placing his hands on my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could clearly feel him caressing my breasts, even gently pinching my nipples through my clothes.
"Your husband must be so lucky," he suddenly said.
"Can you tell me what your husband does?" he then asked me.
He had asked me this question several times before, and I had never given him a direct answer. It seems I have no choice but to answer him today.
I told him, "My husband used to work in 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 well-liked, he was promoted by his boss to be the manager of a branch office 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 though he's away, he still takes care of everything at home. Except for weekends, he drives back to see me once or twice a week. And he's a filial son."
He interrupted me and asked, "Do you enjoy sex with him?"
I didn't want to talk about having sex with my husband, but he pressed me, so I had to tell him, "My husband is indeed a good person, but he's rarely passionate in bed. He's always very reserved. 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; it hurt his pride.
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then pressed my lips to his. We started kissing. We kissed for a long time, neither of us wanting to separate, and we didn't say a word. He would sometimes push his tongue into my mouth, and sometimes he would suck my tongue into his mouth. 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 reach my chin, caressing my breasts. I felt myself getting excited. I looked up at him and softly said, "Do you still want to make love to me?" He said, "Yes, but I don't know if I can still do it." I felt around in his pants a few times, but couldn't find his erection. I thought his penis 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 himself. He sat on the sofa...
He was leaning back on the sofa, head tilted back. I knelt between his legs and began kissing his penis. It was soft, with a slightly long foreskin. I pulled back the foreskin and could still smell the scent of my vaginal fluid on the glans. I licked the 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 hard.
I held his penis in my hand and rubbed it up and down, occasionally putting it in my mouth. 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 then sat on him with my legs apart. I lifted my buttocks slightly, grabbed his penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust forward. His penis entered my vagina. He said to me, "So comfortable, so comfortable." I sat on him, actually squatting on the sofa, my hands on his thighs, pushing my buttocks forward. I don't know when he unbuttoned my shirt, and he was squeezing my breasts with both hands, saying repeatedly, "So comfortable, so comfortable, I want more, I want more." The sofa was very 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 that 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 went in. I leaned over him, kissing him while moving my lower body. I kept thrusting forward, lifting my hips repeatedly. I heard him moan, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more!" I felt his penis rubbing intensely inside my vagina, producing a powerful pleasure. As the friction increased, the pleasure intensified. I was exhausted. It felt like a dark cloud was obscuring the blue sky, and I just needed to hold on a little longer to break through it and ascend into the sky. I had no strength left. With my last breath, I pushed forward a few more times, finally breaking through the cloud, seeing the blue sky, and ascending into the sky. At the same time, I heard him moan, "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 was lying 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 during sex. I've never experienced anything like it before. From now on, you can 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 just for show. I never imagined it felt so good. I think the pleasure is especially intense when you penetrate me after oral sex." He kept talking to me and tried to get up. I said to 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 it, 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 held me the whole time without saying a word. When we were almost home, 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."

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