The tangled web of infidelity

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Me? I'm 26 this year. I'd say I'm not bad-looking, at least not ugly. I had two or three boyfriends before getting married, but I stopped working after. When we first got married, we lived in a village. My husband and I were inseparable, and he didn't work either. He was either traveling, shopping, or just staying home whispering sweet nothings. I felt so happy then, like life should be like this. After about six months, seeing many of my girlfriends living in the city, I wanted to move there too. My husband couldn't persuade me otherwise, so we rented a place in the city—one of those old buildings, and we rented the attic. Gradually, the wedding gifts and dowry we received were almost gone, and my husband and I started arguing over trivial things. To make ends meet, my husband went back to his old job, doing interior decoration and ceiling work. After a few months, he met a construction boss who suggested he start doing contracting work, which meant traveling all over the country. At first, when my husband wasn't around, I would have a lot of fun with my girlfriends, going out and having a great time. But gradually, I started to get bored, especially at night. I wanted to find a job but realized I didn't have any skills. One day, after spending the whole day with my girlfriends, I came home, took a shower, and prepared to go to bed. But I couldn't fall asleep, and there wasn't even a good TV show to watch. I was so bored that I got up to tidy up the room. Since it was the hottest time of the year and the attic was small (we didn't have air conditioning back then), I was wearing a black lace nightgown. I had taken off my underwear and bra while showering and was too lazy to put them back on. I finally finished taking out two big bags of trash, but it felt awkward to leave them inside. I thought I'd leave them outside and throw them away the next day. But just as I was about to turn back after throwing out one bag, the wind blew the door shut, leaving me so anxious I almost cried. I hadn't taken anything with me, how was I supposed to get back in? I had no choice but to knock on my neighbor's door to ask to borrow his phone to call the locksmith. But I felt embarrassed because I was wearing very thin clothes. I only really know the person across the hall in the whole complex. We just say hello occasionally and he sometimes helps me carry heavy things. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked. It took him ages to open the door, and I saw he was only wearing boxer shorts. I told him why, and he started making calls, but the phone was either off or unanswered. When I finally got through, he said he was out of town. I was so angry! What kind of person is he?! When I called him, I noticed his eyes were wandering over me, and his crotch was bulging. Eventually, he told me to come to his place for the night and he'd unlock the door the next day. I had no choice but to comply; I couldn't just stay outside all night. At first, we chatted casually. I sat on the sofa, arms crossed, too afraid to move. He sat opposite me, asking all sorts of questions. But after a while, my bottom got uncomfortable on the leather sofa, so I kept shifting positions. Gradually, I realized he spoke quite politely and learned he was a teacher who later ran a small business in the area. His wife was still in their hometown because of their child's schooling, and the house belonged to a friend. Thinking about how he had a wife and children and had been a teacher, I relaxed more, my posture becoming more casual. Seeing his crotch bulging, I felt a little proud, thinking I still had some charm. Women are contradictory; on one hand, they dress up beautifully to attract men's attention, but on the other hand, they feel annoyed when others stare at them. At that time, I didn't know what I was thinking. I intentionally or unintentionally exposed my body to him in a way that was both visible and hidden. Sometimes I would sit with my legs together on the sofa, curled up, thinking that he could definitely see my dark pubic hair. Other times I would prop myself up so that he could see my nipples. After a while, he got up to go to the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time. I wondered if he had secretly gone to masturbate. Thinking about this, my vagina started to itch. We stayed there for over an hour. He said we should rest and that I should go back to his bedroom to sleep while he slept on the sofa (there's only one bedroom in the attic). I was also a bit sleepy. When I went back to my bedroom, I was thinking of locking the door, but I found the locks were broken. I fell asleep almost immediately. I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt something warm on my vulva, like my husband licking me with his tongue. At that moment, I thought I was still sleeping in my own home and must be having another wet dream. I even deliberately spread my legs a little so that my husband could lick my vulva more easily. Gradually, I felt something moving back and forth in my vagina, and it felt very real. I woke up with a start. I saw him between my legs, licking my vulva with his tongue. I was so scared that I quickly pulled the blanket over myself and angrily questioned him. What are you doing? Tell him to get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have him arrested. But he just stood there, laughing, and said, "Why would you call the police? You're wearing a nightgown, showing your breasts and genitals, and sleeping in my bed. If you call the police, I'll say you're a prostitute." Seeing that I couldn't scare him, I begged him to leave. He said he'd leave if I let him lick my pussy again. Maybe I was too naive back then, but I actually believed him. So I did as he asked, lying down on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and dangling on the floor. He immediately knelt down and started sucking on my pussy with his tongue. Because I hadn't had sex with my husband for almost two weeks, and my period was coming soon, my pussy was especially sensitive. Soon it was all wet. After a while, he got up, and I quickly said, "Is that enough?" He said, "Look, you're all wet, how can you sleep? Let me lick you some more." This time he made me lie down on the bed, lifted my feet and put them in his mouth... He said he was going to lick my whole body. I wanted him to finish quickly, so I cooperated. He licked my neck and then my nipples, making my whole body itchy and numb. I'd never been played with like this by my husband before, and I had a strange feeling. I even hoped he would lick me a little longer. I was startled by this thought. After he played with me for a while, he suddenly made me turn my back to him, put my hands on the bed, and stick my butt up. He said he was going to continue licking my pussy. I did as he said. After a few seconds of no movement, I wondered what he was doing. Suddenly, he thrust hard. He had inserted his penis. I tried to push him away and begged him to let me go, but he wouldn't listen. He had me completely under his control. I cried and begged him. He said, "Look how wet your pussy is. You must want to be fucked too. Your husband hasn't fucked you in a long time." As he spoke, he thrust his penis in and out of my pussy. Yes, I knew he was definitely going to play with me, so I slowly stopped resisting, gradually relaxing my body and raising my buttocks to meet his thrusts. Only then did I realize his penis was much bigger than my husband's; each time it went in, it reached my cervix. When it pulled out, the flesh of my vagina, squeezed by his large penis, moved along with it. Soon, my entire vagina was filled with vaginal fluid. The sound of his penis going in and out, and the slapping of his buttocks, grew louder and louder. After a long time, he stopped thrusting, his large penis still trembling inside my vagina, pressed against my cervix. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Just as I was about to let him pull out, a stream of hot semen shot into my vagina, and I also went limp and orgasmed. After it was over, he said he would hold me and we would sleep. I didn't care anymore; he had already done it to me, so I might as well sleep. He fell asleep soon after, but I was very awake. Suddenly, I felt so sorry for my husband, and I kept having all sorts of wild thoughts. [The End]

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