A Thirty-Year-Old Woman's Confession

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[A Thirty-Year-Old Woman's Confession]
Author: Unknown
When I entered my early thirties, as the saying goes, I entered the age of ravenous desire. My sexual needs grew
stronger and stronger; I wanted it every night, and the more I did, the more I wanted it. Fortunately, my husband is a master; he can satisfy my needs whenever I want,
giving me two or three orgasms each time. Sometimes I'm very tired from work, but I can't fall asleep without having sex. My husband says he's my
sleep aid. I grew up in a strict and traditional family environment, which fostered my conservative thinking and
rigorous lifestyle. I was very surprised and envious when I heard colleagues and classmates talking about interesting things between men and women. Before marriage, I
had never had a boyfriend, only my husband. I know he's had several relationships before. Sometimes,
after we've finished our first round, I ask him to recount his romantic escapades in great detail, describing how he did it and how each
woman felt. I get really excited listening to him, even though I feel a pang of jealousy. I feel a surge
of heat within me, and my blood boils, making sex incredibly exciting. Sometimes I say, "You have so
many women to sleep with, and I only have you. You're really missing out. You should find a few to try, to see what other men are like
."
He says, "Sure." When I ask him if he's jealous, he says he wants to hear the same stories from me and supports me! I'm
itching to try it. Before marriage, I've never been with another man. I'm not a very open-minded
person, and I'm traditional and conservative. I don't have many close male friends. Sometimes I really want to experience
the thrill of being with other men, but I don't know where to look or how to start. I just fantasize about how I could have a wild time with a complete
stranger .
That's how people are. Once you have a thought, you'll start paying attention and trying. I had a
colleague at work I got along with; he was a good person and good-looking. Gradually, I started getting closer to him, and we talked more.
Although I wasn't good at flirting, I could see a
different kind of look in his eyes during our more intimate conversations. At first, he would intentionally or unintentionally harass me, and I pretended not to notice, hoping he would be
bolder. After a while, his actions became more and more outrageous. Each time he made a small move, I felt an
indescribable surge of joy. When we were alone, I really hoped he would do something even more outrageous,
but he never did anything I imagined. One summer afternoon, the power went out at work, so
everyone had to leave. He said he wanted to come over to my house, and I said, "Okay, come home and sit for a while." It was too hot, so
I went into the bedroom to change. Just as I took off my long outer clothes, he came in. I was only wearing a small pair of
underwear , and he hugged me tightly. In that instant, my mind went blank. I was shocked, scared, and excited.
My whole body went limp, and I could only mutter "no, no." I was too weak to push him away, nor did I want to. I let his hands caress my body. I
didn't even know when my underwear was taken off. I was just in a state of high excitement, vaguely naked, letting
him do whatever he wanted to me.
I was in a daze of excitement, my whole body burning hot, completely unaware of what he was doing to me.
It wasn't until I screamed when he penetrated me that I snapped back to reality. I tried to stop him from doing that, but with his
sudden thrusts, a shockwave from below made me scream repeatedly, and warm currents
surged up from deep within my abdomen...! And so, under his relentless onslaught, I couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. I don't know
how much time passed before I finally caught my breath when he stopped. With a long sigh, my body slowly
regained sensation , and I realized that a large puddle of vaginal fluid had flowed down there, soaking my entire buttocks and the sheets. I had never experienced anything like this before. Suddenly, he
sucked on my vulva, and a different kind of sensation spread throughout my body. I kept moaning, and vaginal fluid
kept out. Later, I heard that he sucked all that fluid, and that his wife had never moaned like that or produced so much fluid.
... Half an hour passed quickly. He didn't dare to ejaculate inside, so he ejaculated outside on my body, a lot of it. I
lay there, smearing it all over my body with my hands. After he left, I lay there, feeling lightheaded, unable to get out of bed, still savoring the experience,
my fingers still smearing the semen. I didn't get up until my husband was about to come home to take a shower. This was my first extramarital affair,
and the first time I tasted the pleasure of cheating. For several days, I was immersed in this intense passion.
The next day, when I saw him at work, my face turned bright red, my heart pounded like a deer's, and I dared not meet
his gaze. Every time he approached me, a surge of heat coursed through me, and my whole body trembled and went weak.
I tried my best to avoid him, but my mind kept replaying yesterday's events, making it impossible to concentrate on my work. This state of mind
lasted for two or three days. After a few days, I finally calmed down, but one noon, wanting to
catch up on the work I had missed, I didn't go home and worked alone in the office. After I ate something and sat down
to work , he pushed the door open and came in. Before I could react, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately, his hands
stroking my body. I tried my best to push him away, saying, "Don't do this, it's not good if someone sees." He said, "There's no one else in
the company except the security guard downstairs." I still tried my best to push him away, but when his hand reached
in and squeezed my breasts, my defenses completely crumbled. Instantly, my body went weak, and a surge of intense desire
rose , my mind went blank. When he... As his hand caressed my vulva, I couldn't stop moaning. My juices flowed like
a tidal wave , and I throbbed impatiently against him. I couldn't wait any longer and stripped naked.
He knelt down and began licking my overflowing, wet hole. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body. He stood up and
made me lie face down on the desk, then thrust into me from behind. My frenzied moans echoed his stormy
thrusts, a sudden surge of madness sending me soaring into a blissful state… After a while, I told him to stop
and leave so I wouldn't be able to finish my work that afternoon. After he left, I lay on the desk, slowly
catching my breath, only to realize the curtains weren't drawn. Oh God! I wondered if the people in the opposite building would see. I quickly
put my clothes on, then sat in a chair, closed my eyes, and relived the blissful experience. A little over a month later, he
was transferred elsewhere, and I changed jobs too. The matter was over. One early autumn evening, he suddenly
visited , saying he had been out of town conducting research and would come to see me as soon as he returned. That night, I
spent the night in a strange agitation. Seeing him made me feel hot all over, and I felt waves of heat surging within me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him
and had no idea what he and my husband were talking about. As a result, as soon as I got up that night, without my husband's foreplay, I immediately wanted to
penetrate him, and I climaxed instantly. In the morning, my husband said I had been very wanton all night and asked if something was bothering me.
I just kept saying no, maybe it was because my period was coming. He said he hoped it would always be like this, and I chuckled vaguely.
"Really?" "Of course!" I said, "It has to be exciting." "Then go find some!" "Aren't you...
angry?" "No!"
Actually, for the next year, I never truly told him. I only jokingly asked if I had
some kind of romantic encounter, which was why I was so easily excited. I just nodded vaguely. During this time, we had sex an average of
two or three times a month. We never went out. At first, I was worried that he wouldn't be able to explain himself at home. He said that once a week at home
was enough for her. Strangely enough, every time I had sex with him, I was even more excited at night. He was very vigorous, while
my husband was very rhythmic. Two different styles, two different kinds of enjoyment.

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