An affair after the wedding

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I have a boyfriend of over seven years. We started dating and were deeply in love during our university years, and we didn't break up after graduation. We love each other very much and consider each other our one and only. However, about a year ago, I cheated on him and had an affair. I've felt guilty about it ever since, even though it wasn't consensual. Since we first became intimate, we've had a very harmonious sex life. I have a strong sex drive, and his large penis and excellent skills in bed always satisfy me. I've always been loyal to him, so even though he's often away on business trips, I mostly just browse pictures and read novels online. If I really can't resist, I masturbate. I've never thought about having an affair. Around this time last year, my boyfriend went on another business trip, this time for six weeks. He's a very career-oriented person, and it was the most important period of his work at the time, so I didn't complain. I just hoped everything would go well for him and that he would come back soon. For the first few days after he left, I didn't feel uncomfortable; maybe I was used to it. But as the days went by, the loneliness of the long nights made me feel a strange physical repression and longing. My boyfriend's longest absence before was only three weeks, but this time it's been a month and a half! Ugh, how am I going to get through this?! I finally made it through a month, thinking that my boyfriend would be back in two weeks, and in a few days I'd be attending a high school classmate's wedding, seeing my long-lost classmates again. The previous repression and longing gradually turned into excitement and anticipation. The wedding day was very lively; many old classmates were there. Seeing so many of them with their partners, and thinking about how my boyfriend was seeing me less and less each time, I couldn't help but feel a little sentimental. In the crowd, I saw him—my first crush, Bill. Bill used to be a very good friend of my boyfriend and me, and he even knew my boyfriend before me; he was his junior high school classmate. After my college entrance exams, I transferred to my boyfriend and Bill's school to study Form Six. I was immediately attracted to the handsome Bill and quickly became close to him. Before my boyfriend and I became a couple, Bill and I often studied together, taking care of each other. It seemed like we always had what the other wanted and longed for most. We knew each other's feelings and almost got together. But reality is reality. After graduating from Form 7, Bill's parents arranged for him to study in the United States, and we went our separate ways. After I went to university, my boyfriend and I were in the same department. Because we were all familiar with Bill, we quickly hit it off and slowly developed into our current relationship. Bill, like me, came to the event alone, so I don't know if he's single now. After not seeing him for many years, Bill was even taller and stronger than I remembered, and he looked even more handsome and mature. We greeted each other politely and chatted. I knew he was still single, and when I told him that I was the girlfriend of his old friend, his eyes showed disappointment and displeasure for a moment, but then he smiled and congratulated me. Maybe I was mistaken! Perhaps influenced by the surrounding environment, and because Bill was very good at guiding others, we gradually went from a reserved and polite conversation to a free-flowing discussion, even talking about my private life with my boyfriend, and how I hadn't been with him for over a month… Throughout the wedding, I noticed Bill staring at me. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at me like that, and my heart started pounding. Faced with such attention, it was a shy yet natural reaction. "I used to like him, but that was a long time ago, the past is the past. I have someone I love now, and she's his old friend's girlfriend…" Haha, suddenly, I found my own thoughts and feelings quite amusing. It was just wishful thinking on my part! These subtle changes in my mind and body were mostly a result of the alcohol. All good things must come to an end. As the wedding drew to a close, I realized I was drunk. Bill offered to take me home, and I was so dizzy that I agreed without thinking. He helped me, swaying unsteadily, into a taxi. In the cramped taxi, he let me lean against him to rest, repeatedly asking if I was alright. Afterwards, I felt he was saying this for the driver's benefit, so he could keep holding me tightly without being mistaken for a drugged rapist. He held me tightly, his hands intentionally or unintentionally caressing my clothes. These actions, this admiring and lustful gaze, made me feel hot all over. What surprised me even more was that I noticed Bill's crotch was gradually bulging. Of course, I knew what was inside: something that was an angel when asleep, but a devil when awake. Like a baby, it was peaceful as an angel when asleep, but in the instant it woke up, full of life, it was something that evoked both love and pain, hate and joy. It seemed Bill's thing was quite large! Definitely no smaller than my boyfriend's! No, even bigger! I wonder how good he is in bed? ...Sigh! What's wrong with me now?! ?? My face flushed, and I quickly closed my eyes to stop thinking about it. But leaning against him, even through his clothes I could feel his strong, muscular body and the warmth of his body. I could also smell his scent, mixed with the smell of alcohol, which surprisingly aroused me, and I couldn't help but feel wet down there. I wanted so badly to rush to my boyfriend's side... After a long while, the taxi finally stopped in front of my house. Just as he helped me inside, the phone suddenly rang. I staggered into the room to answer it without even taking off my high heels. It was my boyfriend calling, asking how the wedding went. I answered weakly, feeling somewhat limp even though I wasn't as dizzy as before. Seeing my state, Bill boldly slipped his hands under my armpits, his two large, warm palms pressed against the sides of my bra. One hand restlessly rubbed my breasts forward, while the other slowly caressed downwards, reaching my buttocks, stroking and touching them, sometimes even scraping my cleft with his pinky finger! With him pinching my breasts and touching my buttocks like that, I couldn't concentrate on what my boyfriend was saying anymore; my heart was pounding... pounding... pounding... My boyfriend seemed to sense something was off about me and asked if someone else was at home. I immediately denied it, claiming it was because I was drunk. My boyfriend told me to rest and hung up. When I wanted to scold Bill for doing this while I was talking to my boyfriend, Bill immediately covered my mouth with his... All the words I wanted to say were swallowed back down, and in the end, it was me who didn't want to say anything anymore. Sigh! The declaration of chastity I had uttered earlier... turned into a surge of passion as Bill's hot saliva fell into my stomach. Bill's lips felt different from my boyfriend's, and the way their lips met mine was completely different too. As my tongue reveled in Bill's teasing and swirling touch, our bodily fluids—saliva—began to mingle... A sudden surge of reason flashed through my mind. I should strongly stop his intimate actions. His caresses and passionate kisses had crossed the line between old classmates... Even though I was so aroused under his touch, I had to speak up and stop him. I reluctantly turned my face away from Bill, interrupting his wild kiss, and quickly told him that my feelings for him were in the past, and I couldn't betray my boyfriend. Then, as he stood frozen in place, I thanked him for bringing me home and asked him to go back. Bill gently whispered in my ear that he was sorry, begging me to let him stay a little longer. I felt too embarrassed to send him away again. niniqu.Dom, the most professional website, continued, saying that he had never forgotten me in the past few years, nor had he fallen in love with anyone else. He knew I would attend the wedding, which was why he went. He understood my current restraint; even though I couldn't accept his love, he still loved me deeply. Bill was so understanding, knowing how to speak in a way that wouldn't be unbecoming of a gentleman, how to use beautiful words to express his feelings. Alas! A man I couldn't refuse! Then, he talked about our past, about everything we had done. Gradually, his words stirred my memories; he hadn't forgotten anything! He also said he would soon be returning to the United States, and this might be the last time we saw each other. Before parting, we gazed at each other with deep affection, and Bill silently leaned closer again. My slightly shy gaze, my hazy eyes fixed on his burning eyes, wanted to tell him that it wasn't that I didn't like him, but that I simply couldn't and shouldn't do this… But I couldn't resist. I opened my parched lips again, extending my fiery tongue into his tender kiss, seeking that sweet nectar of love and desire, hoping to hold onto something more before we parted. Bill's kisses were both gentle and passionate, his caresses tenderly illuminating my sensitive body. I really couldn't resist anymore. I really wanted to tear down the seal that had been sealed for over a month—no, it should be, I really wanted to throw off all constraints and surrender to Bill's invitation!! As his hand rubbed against my left breast, the already erect nipple greeted him through the thin bra and chiffon blouse. That blissful, almost floating feeling made my whole body go limp. The feeling was so wonderful, coming and going so quickly, that brief minute was enough to make my whole body feel hot. I wasn't worried about what Bill would do to me; if I just made a sound, said no, he would definitely stop and go back to playing the gentleman. My erect nipples felt his warmth under my clothes, sending wonderful messages to the depths of my body. I enjoyed Bill's skillful flirting, happily and shyly accepting the affection from a man other than my boyfriend. So good, so comfortable. I wanted this feeling to continue, so I let Bill continue to explore my neglected body. Kissing softly, the buttons of my chiffon blouse were unbuttoned one by one, and the bra straps were pulled down, revealing my fair and full breasts. Finally, my nipples appeared in the cold air, protruding even more, as if to emphasize their presence, constantly pressing against Bill's palm. Bill's hot, large hands squeezed and twisted my breasts, his fingers constantly pinching my nipples, occasionally flicking them. My hand also slipped inside his shirt, touching his firm pectoral muscles. This guy really has a strong physique! As I was lost in the allure of his strong, imposing chest, he pulled my chiffon blouse off my arms, and then, with a "snap," his bra clasp was unexpectedly undone from behind. The cups slipped off my breasts, falling limply, leaving my upper body completely exposed. Overwhelmed with excitement, my firm, white breasts heaved, as if calling out to the person before me. Bill, quite automatically and knowingly, pressed his saliva-covered lips against mine, licking and nibbling at my nipples. I hadn't experienced this kind of stimulation in a long time, and I couldn't resist. I pushed his head forward with my soft hands, but this gentle push only intensified his sucking. His mouth tightly gripped my nipples, pulling them outwards. My heart leaped forward, a current surged through my limbs and lower abdomen, and the tingling pleasure made my hands stop. In the end, I instead embraced his head, continuing to indulge in that ethereal feeling. At this moment, my reason began to tear at my mind from within, the two churning back and forth in my head. I started to lose control of my actions, unable to judge what I should do. I couldn't believe what I was doing! Oh my god! What a wonderful feeling! What am I doing?! So tired, my weary legs made me lean against the wall… After a while, I told myself that it was all because of that long wait; those more than a month had indeed been too long. One reason after another began to appear in my mind, gradually masking my churning desires and passions, especially when I thought that the object I was currently playing with was my old classmate, and so handsome and charming… Thinking of this, I became even more excited, and my lower body became increasingly wet. Sigh! What kind of wicked thoughts are these, that they can make me so excited and unbearable. In the heat of passion, many of our actions and behaviors were subconscious. Before we knew it, Bill and I were embracing and lying on the bed. I felt his hand exploring my thigh; the gentle, warm caresses were intoxicating. His tenderness made me lose all will to resist, so I didn't stop him from touching me further. He had already stripped me down to my underwear, and I could clearly feel him gently massaging my clitoris on my slightly damp panties. Sometimes he would even scratch my vulva with his index finger; the wetness couldn't escape his keen senses. This direct contact with my most sensitive areas was exactly what I physiologically craved. As my mind began to drift and my body's instincts took over, his gentle rubbing and pressing on my genitals caused my moans and whimpers to become more melodious with his touch… He spread my legs wider, and Bill's caresses became increasingly direct and bold. He began to stroke and press on my vulva, and I knew, of course, that he wanted to relax my opening to receive his large member. This contact made me feel somewhat embarrassed, but the feeling was wonderful… Although I enjoyed being treated like this, I still retained some rationality. I estimated that I was still in control; I could let Bill serve me, or rather, let him enjoy my body for a few minutes, before stopping. Bill continued to caress my clitoris, labia, and vulva through my panties. My legs sometimes opened, sometimes moved slightly closer, and I kept making unconscious moans like "Mmm... Uh... Oh...". His fingers then followed my swaying legs and the occasional slight lift of my buttocks, moving my panties aside and slipping them inside to tease my wet vulva... I was starting to feel overwhelmed and cried out, "I... I, we can't... we have to stop..." I tried to stop Bill's actions with broken and rapid voices, but his fingers remained firmly pressed against my vulva, continuing to tease rapidly... "No... no... you can't... do this... please... please~~." Oh! What could I say! I had barely finished speaking when Bill responded with his actions. His lips immediately pressed against my already damp panties, making my heart pound wildly. I twisted my lower body to hide my shyness. His lips pressed against mine, his nose just touching my clitoris, and my nerves tightened. Oh my god! Was he going to give me oral sex? He pressed his nose firmly against my clitoris and pulled my panties down with both hands. I lifted my hips to let him do as he pleased, then blocked them at the base of my thighs. While pulling at my panties, I wiggled my hips, telling Bill we couldn't go on like this, we couldn't let this happen! A tug-of-war between reason and lust. Bill, still holding my panties, slightly raised his head, his chin pressing against my genitals, and answered me, saying he would absolutely not do anything I told him not to do, and that he would stop if I said no. His chin continued to press against my clitoris, continuing to promise me he would never tell anyone about this, guaranteeing no third party would know. His magnetic, sensual tone made me release my hands and arch my hips again. Bill quickly tossed the panties aside. At this moment, all my mental and physical senses shifted to my lower body, fully experiencing every message transmitted there. I felt his warm lips pressed against my clitoris, and my desire was incredibly high and surging—ah! More than a month! I relaxed my tense body again, letting myself float on the soft, warm bed. Bill gently licked and kissed my vulva, his nimble, wet, and warm tongue constantly scraping against my labia, the tip moving up and down, then licking upwards along the narrow crevice to my clitoris, first tasting the tender skin at the tip, then sucking down the entire clitoral area! So good! I groaned loudly, unable to resist the gentle sucking. What should I do next? Before I could think, his tongue had already left my clitoris and was licking down to my labia majora, labia minora, and then there… His tongue first circled around my vulva, then carefully pressed against the opening. Because I had been fucked by my boyfriend countless times, my vulva instinctively opened slightly when stimulated like this, and his tongue easily slipped inside. Besides stimulating my vulva, he also reached up and grabbed my breasts, pinching and playing with my nipples with his fingers. The small nipples, with each flick and pinch, excited me to the point of near madness. The sensation in my vulva…As the tingling and wetting intensified, my body began to writhe on the double bed, sometimes lifting my hips, sometimes arching my upper body. My hazy thoughts were immersed in intense pleasure, joyfully savoring this ethereal sensual bliss. Bill was truly skilled; he had an excellent grasp of my body language. He could accurately interpret my every movement, leading me to the peak of pleasure. Although we hadn't actually intercourse yet, he already understood my body to the extent that a boyfriend would. I was acutely aware of my own sexual response; my orgasm was approaching, and I couldn't stop my hips from rising to meet his. But just as I was about to climax, Bill stopped all movement. I was both angry and delighted. Angry that he wouldn't satisfy me; delighted that this would allow me to escape this sinful desire and end it all… In my dazed state, I was completely unaware that Bill had quietly pulled down his pants and straddled my legs. The licking of my lower body had turned into the kneading and rubbing of his hands, and the protrusions on my breasts were once again in his mouth, his nipples being sucked. At the same time, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under my lower back. The foreign object pressed between my legs made me instinctively raise my head. I saw Bill's hand above me, and looking down, I saw his enormous penis, straight and correctly thrusting into my swollen, wet vagina. It was absolutely enormous. For my harbor, I had never accommodated such a large vessel. Its displacement must have been twice that of my boyfriend. Could my harbor hold it? Thinking of this, I started to tense up, my attention focused on that reddish-black mushroom-shaped glans… “No! Stop, we can’t…we can’t…do this…we can’t, I can’t betray him!” I cried out to stop him just as his glans was about to penetrate my vagina. The head of his huge glans, dripping with precum, was kissing my wet, tender opening, the warm sensation of that contact making me dizzier than a kiss! I weakly shielded Bill’s chest with my arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and nervously told him. He immediately responded, “I won’t ejaculate inside, just think of it as using a vibrator, that way you won’t be betraying me…please…I want to feel the tenderness inside you, even just for a moment, even just a few minutes of brief fusion, oh~, yeah~, so good…your inside feels so good! Oh~~~!” He said as he began to penetrate me. At the same time, he pressed his body against mine, kissing my hot and dry lips. "My tongue swirled back and forth, saliva mingling, my soul was lost, all I could think about was that massive thing about to fill the abyss of my desire, to fill my hollow. My heart pounded against his chest, beating the drumbeats of his advance. He—my old classmate, and also my boyfriend's old classmate—had already started having sex with me. Like a fish that has reached the shore, I still had to struggle symbolically a couple of times; I, to save some face, to make a declaration before betraying my boyfriend, spoke again… 'No, Bill…don't…' I said, twisting my hips, as Bill penetrated deeper. 'Please…no…don't…ahhh, ohhh, it's too deep, yours is too big, I can't take it, I can't go any further, it's so full…' Before I could finish, Bill went all the way in, pressing tightly against my cervix. What to do? It's inside me! The first time I've been penetrated so deeply, so full, so satisfying!" What does it feel like for a smoker to take their first puff after being forced to quit smoking? It's like taking a deep breath, holding it in your trachea, letting your lungs savor the long-awaited stimulation, and then reluctantly exhaling it… all so you can swallow it again. The intense satisfaction from the depths of my being compensates for the tearing sensation caused by Bill's penis pushing forward in my passage. When that big mushroom head reaches its deepest point, it suddenly wakes me up; I still have to try to get it out… His flesh is tightly packed around me, his testicles and pubic hair pressed against my buttocks, the thick pubic hair tickling my opening. His weight presses my body firmly against the bed; to get away, I try to shake it, wiggle my buttocks, hoping to expel that big thing completely… so I can at least maintain my loyalty to my boyfriend. I squeezed my legs together, trying to squeeze it out, then wiggled my hips… But he pressed down hard, and with each shake, the sharp edges of his large glans rubbed against the inner walls of my vagina, the hot, fleshy crown swirling against me. Suddenly, as I swayed wildly, that big bad guy slammed down, slamming my buttocks back onto the bed… Ugh, the last vestige of my spirit that I had managed to hold back was completely shattered by that thrust! His heavy blow really made me grit my teeth in pain! “Oh!!!” I screamed. Bill seemed to enjoy my reaction, especially when he saw me gritting my teeth and enduring it, which fueled his intense drive. He thrust in and out, his huge cock penetrating to the very bottom each time, my buttocks swaying up and down with his hips. As he lifted my hips, my buttocks were pulled off the mattress, and his large glans slowly scraped against my tight vagina, pulling it outwards. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart... Just as I couldn't take it anymore and offered my buttocks to him, he thrust down hard, making me fall back onto the mattress. Ah! His huge penis, which was already stretched to its limit, now penetrated me completely, the glans relentlessly pounding against my deepest point, making me gasp and gasp. All I knew was to hold onto his back muscles tightly with both hands and wrap my legs tightly around his waist. Gradually, I could feel that my vagina, which used to only accommodate my boyfriend, could now freely accommodate his penis. Sure enough, the bigger it was, the stronger and more pleasurable the feeling! I was afraid my boyfriend wouldn't be able to satisfy me anymore. Bill thrust faster and faster, the slapping sounds growing louder and louder… Everything else faded from my mind; the thought of betraying my boyfriend receded further and further away. All I knew was to hold on tight, savoring this happiest moment of my life. I loved this cock, I loved this cock that made me feel so lightheaded!! I wanted to enjoy this extreme physical pleasure all night long!! I moaned shyly, and as he thrust deeply inside me, my brows furrowed, my teeth clenched, and I let out low moans of “uh… oh… oh,” my lower body thrusting upwards to embrace and devour Bill’s entire large cock, enduring the intense pleasure it brought. It was beyond imagination, so incredibly pleasurable. The stimulation and excitement of his cock being completely buried inside me was unparalleled. At this moment, my entire body had surrendered to Bill, seeking to prolong this powerful pleasure; I was only trying to maintain a sliver of rationality. I clung tightly to Bill, twisting and thrusting my hips for maximum friction. Bill, spurred on by my frenzied performance, quickened his pace, pressing my buttocks firmly onto the bed and pounding into me... Bill's breathing became rapid, and he made low sounds, initially indistinct, but growing louder and louder, sounding... truly embarrassing. Embarrassing as it was, it only excited me more! Words I'd never heard before—"slutty hole," "slutty cunt," "blind to fuck"—came out of his mouth. His grip tightened, his thrusts faster and harder. I knew he was almost there... faster, faster! I had to hurry, I still hadn't reached my climax! I had to finish before him, or what would I do! I started violently twisting and swaying my hips, my legs clamped tightly together, letting the huge cock thoroughly scrape the sensitive nerves inside my vagina, letting the head of the cock slam against my cervix. I surrendered all my most vulnerable points to the cock's ravaging and torment... as long as I could reach orgasm. It's coming, it's coming... I feel like I'm coming, oh yeah! My long-suppressed orgasm finally erupted, and I was instantly ecstatic! Ah! Even today, I still yearn for that blissful moment of ecstasy! As I climaxed, his body continued its rhythmic, powerful thrusts into my tender flesh. I vividly remember that moment; his firm, fiery crown, after its final sprint, finally stopped deep inside me, holding firm and forcing that unexplored place to feel his presence. Even my heart was clenched by his scalding, thick semen… I could only utter monosyllabic moans as I joined his offspring in this lovemaking. While my physical senses were still reveling in that unrestrained and demanding pleasure, my gradually returning reason remembered… this gushing semen was…! Oh my god! He ejaculated inside me, so hot and plentiful… and so deep inside! Ugh… it's not a safe period today!! At that moment, I was filled with a mixture of ecstasy and rage. The extreme pleasure of ejaculation and the guilt of betraying my boyfriend alternated on my flushed yet dazed face. My instinct for self-preservation made me push away violently, but—It was too late. Bill, perhaps intentionally, even deliberately, held me tightly with both hands, his arms wrapped around mine and pinning me firmly behind my back. His buttocks pinned my lower body to the bed, leaving me unable to move. I could only feel the deep throbbing within me, count the number of those deadly thrusts… It was maddening! The more he did this, the stronger and longer the orgasm became. My spasms during orgasm caused my vagina to grip his penis tightly, forcing him to ejaculate more and for longer. Bill's continuous ejaculation pushed me to swirl at the peak of orgasm… and swirl again. How mesmerizing and astonishing it was… that feeling of being blown away was so wonderful, so amazing. The destructive pleasure from the intense, fiery impact of his ejaculation, causing my vagina to contract, created a brief period of amnesia in my brain. Normally, when I make love with my boyfriend, I can only feel his penetration slightly, unlike Bill who, this time, could strongly penetrate to my deepest point during ejaculation. Furthermore, his penis throbbed intensely just before ejaculation, as if reminding me to feel its impact… to feel its heat, its fullness, and its continuous flow. Under his powerful thrusts, I could indeed feel his hot semen frantically ravaging my body, and occupying the absolutely private space that originally belonged only to my boyfriend. "You...you said you'd pull out!" I gasped. "Oh...uh! Oh~~ I...I feel...I feel it...you, you, you shot inside me, you...you ejaculated inside me...I...I'll get pregnant...!" "Oh...uh, no...no, oh...oh...uh...okay...okay~~okay...yeah, I...woo~woo...I came too...I...I came again~~~oh...uh...!" My buttocks were no longer obeying my brain's commands, only knowing to twist and turn desperately, grinding and turning tightly against Bill's crotch, chasing that pleasure of being ejaculated inside. "You...you, you said it!" I shook my buttocks violently, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, contracting the tender flesh of my vagina fiercely, clamping his still-ejaculating penis, gritting my teeth in a half-hysterical tone. "You... damn it! Oh... oh... I... I... I feel it... oh... you shot inside me..." "Crack... crack" I almost couldn't catch my breath, so I hugged him tightly and moaned in his ear. His penis was still vigorously ravaging my trembling secret passage. "Oh... oh, oh. Oh... uh, no... no... how... so... much, oh... so... so much... um... um... oh, oh, oh—uh~ it's flowing out, it's flowing out, oh~~ uh" I felt the semen he shot into my body starting to flow out, he shot so much, it was impossible to hold it all. In the extreme pleasure of orgasm, I wholeheartedly embraced his gift, opening my door to receive his rain and grace. My hands tightly hugged Bill's strong buttocks, completely embracing his evil. My lewd poems whispered in his ear, "screaming and moaning," all worldly concerns buried in the abyss of pleasure between his legs. Waves of illicit desire surged one after another, a raging torrent of joy, the pleasure concentrated in the deep recesses of his tightly entwined legs. Even now, I can still clearly feel it… It's astonishing to think about it now. After my climax, Bill continued to lead me to peak after peak, thick semen overflowing from my vagina with each thrust, my pubic hair and buttocks covered in evidence of our lovemaking, the sheets bearing the marks of our triumphant lovemaking. If what was seeping out was like this, then my insides were undoubtedly overflowing. As the climax subsided, my hazy consciousness began to clear. Talking about what happened before or after was pointless. At that moment, all I knew was to savor this unprecedented bliss, to fully experience the ecstatic melody emanating from my deepest, most secret place. I had no mind to think about what happened before or after! The afterglow faded, and reason returned. Looking at Bill's ecstatic face, the sticky semen between my legs still trickling down the sheets from our joined bodies, his penis still moving back and forth within my embrace. "What...what did I do?!" I cried out in self-reproach. Bill looked deeply into my eyes, his penis still thrusting in and out. I didn't count how much he ejaculated, only that his shaft still throbbed every now and then… "You said you wouldn't ejaculate inside, you said you'd pull out…you bastard! What if we get a baby?" I said, thinking of my boyfriend. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it, it felt so good to ejaculate inside! I love you so much, I just couldn't control myself. Are you uncomfortable? I promise I'll pull out next time, okay?" Bill replied with a grin. A next time? Staring at the man before me, I knew my body was reacting again, my vagina was wet again. He noticed my change and kissed my body, kissed my breasts, gently sucking on my nipples. A feeling I'd never experienced before surged from my vagina. Bill, that bad guy who made me betray my boyfriend, was swelling inside me again. This feeling of being stretched open was something I'd never experienced before. My still sensitive vagina was being squeezed again, and the itching from the semen flowing through my buttocks brought me back to the peak of desire. I know I can't have sex with him again, but I just can't stop him from having sex with me. I can rationally refuse to have sex with him, but I can't resist the movement of his strong body on me. My still aroused vagina contracts gently again with his thrusts. The rising desire and reality make me openly accept everything Bill does to me. Since I can't resist, I might as well relax. I quietly experience Bill's strong body moving in and out of my body, feeling the nerve stimulation from the hot glans scraping against the inner walls of my vagina. Sometimes gentle, sometimes sudden, it once again grips my rising passion. I like it, I enjoy it, these are all things I instinctively want, it's a kind of enjoyment. Especially now, Bill's movements are both gentle and make me feel very fulfilled. In my heart, I hope he can continue, and there's even a hint of surrender and rebellion—maybe it can just stay like this forever! My buttocks began to involuntarily respond to Bill's thrusts, a sense of anticipation and waiting stirring within me—anticipation of that fiery penetration, waiting for his gift. My hands, after Bill relaxed, naturally and gently embraced his broad arms, my lower body rubbing tightly against his powerful member, rotating and grinding. He thrust gently, and I savored and explored…it felt so good—such wonderful lovemaking!! Silence…only sensation. Such a wonderful feeling; for a long time, I was immersed in this ethereal pleasure of our lovemaking. Each thrust of his thick, hot penis into my overflowing, love-sucking vagina filled me with an anticipation of even more intense pleasure. His large member filled my vagina, the endless pounding, the extreme stretching and penetration… These erotic pleasures, which I could never experience with my boyfriend, assaulted my senses again and again, like a tide, like clouds, like sinking, like a hurricane… I truly didn't know that the pleasure of being fucked could be so wonderful. Nothing is good or bad before comparison, and there's no distinction between satisfaction and unsatisfaction, or sexual happiness. I knew I would never get this kind of pleasure and sexual enjoyment from my boyfriend again, so the pursuit of desire completely overwhelmed my reason. I only wanted to imprint this feeling deep in my mind, to remember that swelling and fullness. As for mistakes, I'd deal with them later. Although Bill's actions had only just begun, I was already incredibly aroused. I even unconsciously raised my upper body and kissed Bill's neck with my burning lips. As I held him tightly and kissed him, my buttocks swayed uncontrollably… Bill— “Oh…oh~~ I—I’m coming! Should I pull out?” Bill thrust his trembling penis deep inside me, then began to pull out. Earlier, I had complained that he had deceived me, completely disregarding my situation and insisting on ejaculating his thick semen inside me. This time, however, he was very respectful. But since he had already ejaculated once, this time I would savor the intoxicating pleasure of his hot semen spraying out, knowing I would inevitably have to take the morning-after pill anyway. As I felt him pull away, I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist again, lifted my buttocks, and took his penis completely back into my vagina. "It's okay... anyway, I've already ejaculated, and I really want to—want to feel your ejaculation... go ahead and ejaculate, ejaculate inside me." Hearing my expectant tone, Bill smiled and gently kissed my face, my lips, and my breasts. He continued kissing me, his penis still thrusting in and out of my vagina.At this moment, he adjusted the rhythm to be fast and rapid, each thrust going all the way in. This rapid and intense impact made my muscles tense, gripping him tightly, my entire being focused on the signals coming from my lower body. A strange movement occurred the instant I felt him ejaculate; I forcefully thrust my hips, pressing my vagina as close as possible to Bill's penis, wanting to maximize the nerve stimulation from his ejaculation. I could clearly feel the pulse of his ejaculation, each spurt striking deep into my uterus. This profound impact gave me an even greater pleasure. It was so wicked; I was experiencing such intense criminal desire because of betraying my boyfriend, to the point of reaching an unprecedented level of pleasure. This liberating pleasure, mixed with lust, was so wonderful, truly incomparable. As he ejaculated, I reached another climax, my spasming vagina contracting tightly around his equally violently contracting penis. We both groaned loudly… Bill's penis finally stopped throbbing. After a while, Bill's penis had softened, but I could still feel its presence. He slowly withdrew, pulling his long, plump shaft out of my wet, red, and swollen vagina. As he withdrew from my body, I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him pull out. I don't know if my face flushed, but I felt incredibly embarrassed, my face burning with shame. My vaginal opening was wide open, and I could feel it continuing to contract and secrete, Bill's semen flowing out continuously. His once neat and thick pubic hair was now scattered and sticky on my lower abdomen, like a rice paddy after a storm. As I continued to feel this warmth from deep within my vagina, I wondered—will I still have an erection when I have sex with my boyfriend? Will a smaller penis still fill my vagina? Bill smiled slightly when he saw the expression on my face. He knew that what happened after our wedding banquet would remain a secret between us; I wouldn't tell anyone. I think he was very happy that I had retained his semen inside me and allowed it to be fully absorbed, even if it was just water. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, something surprised me: even twenty minutes later, some of the semen he had ejaculated inside me was still trickling out intermittently. This had never happened before with my boyfriend. If we didn't use contraception afterwards, I would definitely be pregnant with Bill's child! When Bill returned to the room naked, his limp penis was swaying lazily between his legs, surprisingly large, making his muscular body appear even more impressive… After Bill got dressed, he said goodbye reluctantly, telling me to rest well and asking if I could come to see him off in a few days. I agreed, and he hugged me tightly, telling me he would always remember me. I was surprisingly moved! After Bill left, I couldn't dwell on my sadness; I was only thinking about how to face my boyfriend afterward. Sigh, I'll just bury this affair deep in my heart and treat it as a dream!

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