My infidelity

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He was in his forties. He told me that he had never remarried after his wife died of uterine cancer years ago. He was an old friend of my husband. Two years ago, my husband was in a car accident and became a vegetable, casting a shadow over our once happy family. Because of the high medical expenses, I was forced to work in a factory, and he also went to work as a janitor in a factory. We lived such a hard life. I often nestled beside my unconscious husband, crying my eyes out. It was truly unbearable for me. I often thought about ending it all, but I couldn't bear to leave my two children, who had no children of their own, to become orphans. So I had to grit my teeth and keep living. He also sympathized with me and helped me take care of my husband. Therefore, we often chatted until dawn. Occasionally, I would cook some dishes and buy a bottle of rice wine to express my gratitude to him. He also often shared household chores with me. One evening, after I settled the children in the bedroom, I served him food and wine. The weather was unusually hot. I was only wearing a thin undershirt and a short jacket, while he took off his undershirt, revealing his masculine muscles, and leisurely drank rice wine while standing on a stool. When he saw me, he said, "Ah Xue, Xin Ruo, why not have a drink?" So I went to the kitchen to get a glass and drank with him. I don't drink alcohol, and after only a small sip, I felt hot all over. But he kept pouring me more drinks, so I reluctantly drank two or three glasses. He seemed drunk, asking questions incoherently, and repeatedly comforted me, saying that if the work was too hard, I didn't have to force myself, and that we could sell the house. I was extremely grateful for his care and concern, and at the same time, I felt a pang of sympathy for his early loss of his wife. I couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, as long as you're by my side, I will definitely keep fighting." He was drunk, and I was afraid he would fall, so I helped him into his bedroom. His underwear was soaked with sweat, and my thin underwear was also completely clinging to my chest with sweat, my breasts standing erect. I gently helped him down onto the bed and took a towel to wipe the sweat from his chest. Just as I was about to leave, suddenly, to my utter surprise, he reached out and held me tightly, refusing to let go. I was so startled by this sudden attack that I couldn't make a sound; my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my chest. He then began to rub my nipples with his fingers. I didn't know what to do. He stared at me, frantically saying, "Ah Xue!" "Ah Xue!" he called in a low voice, tears streaming from his eyes, and then he said haltingly, "Ah Xue! I'm not worthy to be your husband's old friend, please forgive me… I haven't… been… for so long…" "Him! Don't do this, you're drunk!" "Ah Xue!" he gasped, "Your husband has been bedridden for two years, you must be very lonely, right?" "You're drunk!" I struggled to break free, but his grip was too strong; I couldn't pull away. I realized he was definitely going to make a move on me. He then pleaded, "Ah Xue! Don't treat me like your husband's old friend, treat me like any other man!" As he spoke, he removed my wet underwear and brought his bearded jaw close to my breasts, kissing them. He held me tightly, his lips on my nipples, sucking and caressing them, and a surge of desire coursed through my veins. He used his other hand to caress my nipples, constantly licking my sensitive nipples, waves of pleasure assaulting me, my whole body convulsing countless times. His brute force finally overcame reason; he touched my genitals, his breathing becoming rapid, his thick fingers already penetrating my vagina, his hot lips sucking on my nipples, the ecstasy driving me mad! This long-lost pleasure reignited my passion. I felt both satisfied and afraid. The rising lust made me stop struggling. Following his movements, I cooperated with his thrusts. I kept swaying my arms and twisting my waist. I gradually entered a trance, intoxicated by the waves of excitement and stimulation. Our bodies were tightly embraced, churning and surging with excitement. He lowered his head, his tongue sliding up and down my labia. Every inch of my labia was caressed by his tongue. I was almost going crazy, completely submerged in the deep sea of love. He took off my underwear, and I lay naked on the bed. He immediately placed his knees between my legs. He scanned me with his eyes and said, "Ah Xue! You are so beautiful! I have never seen such a beautiful figure." He praised me with ecstasy, then bent down and caressed my whole body with his tongue. He spread my legs with his hands. My private parts were so wet that I was ashamed. He stared at me for a while and then said, "Wow! So good!" He muttered to himself, "Women are so wonderful! So charming!" At the same time, he brought his face close to my genitals. I spread my legs, letting him caress and lick the soft area beneath my pubic hair. He licked and licked incessantly, even inserting his tongue into my vaginal opening to forcefully suck out the vaginal fluids. The pleasure made me convulse and tremble; I was excited to the point of madness. I couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, shaking my hips violently to increase the pleasure, constantly letting out moans of excitement: "Eee! Eee!" He pulled down his pants, revealing his hard, thick penis. I unconsciously reached out to grasp it; I had never experienced such frenzied sexual activity before. That insatiable need compelled me to put his penis in my mouth and lick it vigorously. I gently rubbed the head of his penis with my teeth to arouse his pleasure; we both lost our minds. I forgot he was my husband's old friend, forgot my sick husband and child in the next room. I spread my legs wide, grasped his penis, and forcefully pushed it inside. The pleasure at that moment was indescribable, wave after wave, stronger and stronger, until my ears went numb. He never stopped, thrusting harder and harder, pounding into my private parts, countless frictions, churning, and churning, making me feel as light and carefree as if I were floating on clouds. I had entered a state of ecstasy, constantly letting out excited cries. The pleasure had reached its peak, my whole body was stiffening, and I involuntarily said, "So good! So good! I'm going to die from pleasure!" He didn't stop for a moment, but instead thrust even harder, intensifying my pleasure, making me feel lightheaded, as if I were floating in the air. I was back in a warm world, his energy growing stronger and stronger, making me intoxicated. My hair was disheveled, and I muttered to myself, "So good! So good! So good!" I raised my hips high and swayed from side to side, letting that wonderful pleasure permeate my body. Wave after wave of pleasure kept crashing over me, and the vortex of desire bewitched me. From that day on, the night held an allure for me, and I longed for its arrival. One night, after the children were fast asleep, I tiptoed into his bedroom again. He was already fast asleep. I gently took his hand and let his warm palm touch my vulva, but he remained fast asleep. I slipped under his blankets and reached between his legs to stroke his penis. My heart was pounding. I put my head between his legs and licked his penis with my tongue. His penis gradually swelled in my mouth, becoming harder and harder... He woke up and saw me lying naked on his bed. He silently held my waist, and I sat on top of him, slowly pushing his penis inside me. His entire penis was buried inside my vagina, and I felt wave after wave of impacts that made me dizzy and disoriented. I vaguely felt his hot penis wriggling inside me like a worm, pushing me towards orgasm. I thrust my hips with all my might to meet his thrusts. Soon, I felt a surge of hot liquid rushing towards my cervix, accompanied by an indescribable pleasure—I only knew it was the highest happiness a woman could experience. This surge invigorated my entire body, making me incredibly lively; it truly was the mystery of sex. Seeing the semen spilled all over the bed, I felt a pang of regret. I hoped that every drop would be absorbed, not wasted. We orgasmed again, and I closed my eyes, secretly savoring the pleasure. From then on, he became my husband, a husband who took care of me together. He liked to have sex with me next to my husband, saying to him as he did so: "My friend, I'm having sex with your wife..." At this point, I would excitedly spread my legs wider and say to my husband: "Honey, I'm cuckolding you right here next to you..."

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