A Shanghai housewife who was cheated on by her husband and then seduced a lonely and beautiful young woman.

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Before I went to Australia, I was a nurse at a central hospital in Shanghai. My husband had been a technician in a factory. In December 1989, he went to Australia to study at his own expense. We had only been married for six months, and I was only twenty-one. We had originally planned to go to Australia together, but the money we borrowed was only enough to pay for one person's tuition, so he had to go alone first. During the year my husband was in Australia, he often wrote and called home. Although we were separated by thousands of miles, our hearts were closely connected, and
I missed him very much. But then, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. In August 1992, a Taiwanese man surnamed Zhang came to my house. He said he had come from Australia and knew my husband, so he came to Shanghai to visit me. Mr. Zhang was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, of average appearance, overweight, and wore glasses. He wasn't very likable at first glance, but he spoke very sweetly and was very understanding. From him, I learned that my husband had worked for his cleaning company, but had now found a better job. Because we all spoke Mandarin and got along well, we quickly became good friends. He said he was in mainland China on business and would be staying for a while, hoping I could show him around Shanghai. He added that I was very beautiful and wondered how my husband could bear to leave such a beauty alone in the country.
When I asked about my husband, he said he was doing well, earning over 500 Australian dollars a week, living alone in his own apartment, and living quite happily. Mr. Zhang's expression was strange as he said this. When I pressed him about why I hadn't heard from him, he interrupted, saying he would explain later. I felt something was wrong. 500 Australian dollars is equivalent to 3,000 RMB, which adds up to over 10,000 RMB a month. Why hadn't I received a single penny from my husband in all these years? It was already past nine o'clock when Mr. Zhang said goodbye, leaving a business card with his phone number at the Jinjiang Hotel. After he left, I prepared to go to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and suddenly saw my body in the mirror. Remembering Mr. Zhang's words, I couldn't help but examine myself. My husband had been gone for almost three years, but I hadn't changed much. I still had fair skin, long legs, full and firm breasts, and a pair of large, watery eyes on my oval face. My smile was very charming. My abdomen was still the same as when I was sixteen or seventeen, without an ounce of excess fat.
Thinking about how I had been left alone in China all these years while my husband was living a good life abroad, perhaps even forgetting about me, tears streamed down my face. I couldn't sleep again and didn't close my eyes all night. To find out the truth about my husband's situation in Australia, I called Mr. Zhang's hotel the next afternoon. Mr. Zhang very politely invited me to his place to talk and immediately sent a taxi to pick me up. When I arrived at the New Jinjiang Hotel, I was very nervous because it was my first time in such a luxurious hotel. When I saw Mr. Zhang, all the words I wanted to say vanished. Instead, Mr. Zhang took the initiative to ask me how I was doing and whether I missed my husband, etc. I felt so warm
before I knew it, it was dinnertime. Mr. Zhang invited me to a restaurant, and we drank a bottle of beer. He said he had traveled to many places in the world, but he had rarely seen a girl as charming and beautiful as me, and so devoted to her husband, waiting for him for years. I was almost in tears.
Seeing this, Mr. Zhang immediately took me out of the restaurant, saying he would take me to his room to rest until I calmed down before taking me home. I followed him to his room against my will. After we sat down, he poured two glasses of liquor from the small bar and we drank together. I felt a little tipsy, my face flushed, and my heart pounding. Then I mustered my courage and asked Mr. Zhang if my husband had found someone else in Australia. He smiled and said, "How could a single man abroad not have a woman? How could he have endured all these years without a woman?" I said I didn't believe him. He smiled and said, "If I could prove it, how would you thank me?" I lowered my head and said, "As long as I have it, I can give it to you." He casually handed me a phone number, saying, "You can make long-distance calls to Australia from here. I'll pay the phone bill. You'll know everything right away. This is your husband's latest phone number." With trembling hands, I immediately dialed the number. A girl with a Beijing accent answered. When she learned who I was looking for, she said he had gone to work and wouldn't be back until midnight. I suddenly realized my husband was living with another woman.
I sat there, phone in hand, motionless. Mr. Zhang reached over and took the phone. Then he said gently, "Try to think positively. Your beauty can help you start your life anew. You promised that you could give me anything you had. I've liked you ever since I saw you. You know, I've been missing you terribly."
As he spoke, he began to unbutton the back of my dress. I looked up and saw Mr. Zhang gazing at me with tender affection. I felt a pang of fear; after all, this was the first man besides my husband. But then I thought, if my husband is so heartless, why should I remain chaste? Besides, I had promised to repay Mr. Zhang. Although I didn't explicitly mean having a physical relationship with him, what else could I possibly offer? I slowly closed my eyes. Mr. Zhang understood my heart. He gently unbuttoned my dress and carried me to the large sofa bed, taking off my shoes and even my socks. He began to caress my feet, inch by inch, moving up my legs. As he stroked them, he praised
my feet, saying they were small and delicate, very cute. He also said my legs were not only long and slender but also snow-white and smooth, a pair of captivatingly beautiful legs. His touch felt wonderful, and his praise made me feel lightheaded. As I was lost in ecstasy, he began to caress my breasts with his other hand, circling down to my nipples. Then he sucked on them, and under the influence of his tongue, waves of vaginal fluid flowed between my thighs. I felt completely floating. I couldn't help but kiss him, our tongues intertwining, the sensation indescribably wonderful.
Then he withdrew his hand, removed his own clothes and pants, and took off the last piece of clothing on me. My panties flew off the bed. He further caressed my vulva, inserting his fingers into my vagina. I felt an increasingly exciting stimulation around my clitoris, and I couldn't help but moan softly. I desperately
wanted him to insert his penis into my body, like my husband had done before, to fill my vagina. I had been empty for years, and I desperately needed to be filled. He didn't keep me waiting long; his penis finally entered me. To be honest, the feeling was even more stimulating than when my husband was with me. I writhed like a madwoman. We made love for a full hour. Three times I almost fainted from pleasure. When I reached my final orgasm, Mr. Zhang finally ejaculated inside me. Only
then did I remember that I hadn't used any contraception. However, according to my calculations, I shouldn't be pregnant now. He stayed on me for a while before pulling out his penis. I glanced at it sideways; it was still seven inches long, thick and large. No wonder I felt so good earlier.
We didn't say anything more and just hugged each other and fell asleep. When I woke up, there was an envelope next to my pillow with a note and 1,000 yuan inside. It was from Mr. Zhang. He had business to attend to and had left early. The 1,000 yuan was for me to buy new summer clothes. I looked up and saw milk, bread, and jam on the table. This was my breakfast, and I was very grateful. I took a shower and went to work.
From then on, I went to Mr. Zhang's place almost every night. His bed was more comfortable than mine at home, the room smelled of perfume, and his sexual skills were superb, far superior to my husband's. I had no reason not to offer myself to him. Every time we made love, he would try out various positions to enter my body, bringing me endless novelty and excitement. He even brought out some pornographic videos, the boldness of which was astonishing. I finally had my eyes opened, and
when I saw some scenes of group sex, I became even more excited and hugged him tightly. Mr. Zhang laughed and said,
"In the future, I'll invite a few friends, like in the movies, to play with you all at the same time."
I thought he was joking and laughed, saying, "You wouldn't dare do that."
That night, we had another wild time. He imitated what you see in porn videos, putting his penis in my mouth. Although I felt it was lewd, I was too embarrassed to refuse him. He also licked and kissed my vulva, teasing my sensitive clitoris with his tongue, making me shiver all over. He would sometimes insert his penis into my vagina and thrust in and out, and sometimes he would put the glans into my mouth and make me suck on it. Finally, he ejaculated in my mouth. One night, I waited for Mr. Zhang to come back from his room. Around 10 o'clock, Mr. Zhang brought back two friends. They were his business partners, and I was quite familiar with them. As soon as we all sat down, Mr. Zhang said, "Today we'll play an exciting game. We'll play cards, a game of 'rival the top,' and whoever loses has to take off their clothes until they're completely naked."
Then, we drank and played. That day I had a lot of luck, and they lost all the time. When the two of them were almost completely naked, each only wearing shorts, I only took off my shirt. But then, for some reason, I kept losing points, and I was almost completely naked. The two men were drooling over me. Mr. Zhang finally spoke up, smiling as he said to me, "Ah Zhu, it's rare to be so happy today, why don't you be a little more unrestrained and let everyone have some fun?"
I lowered my head, blushing, and remained silent. But as soon as he finished speaking, the two friends pounced on me and lifted me onto the bed. At this point, I was actually incredibly excited, so I let the two of them grope me all over. Mr. Zhang watched from the side, gesturing wildly, and took out his large penis to have his own amusement. I was on top of one man, with a penis inserted into my vagina, and the glans of another man's penis in my mouth. Finally, Mr. Zhang even crawled behind me and inserted his large penis into my anus. We were playing more excitingly than in pornographic videos. I had never been so excited. In the end, all three men ejaculated in my mouth, vagina, and anus.
Although I was made to look less than human, I had reached the peak of my orgasm. After resting for a while, they helped me to the bathroom to wash up, and then they played around in the bathroom again. This time, although I didn't have the same intense orgasm as before
, when the man who had ejaculated in my mouth earlier thrust his penis into my vagina, I was once again brought to ecstasy. His glans was particularly large, like a mushroom. It hadn't felt like much in my mouth earlier, but now that it was inside my vagina, I knew how good
it was. There were three men, and I was just a woman. So I still had to satisfy the other two men with my mouth and anus. The man who had ejaculated in my vagina earlier now inserted his penis into my anus. Then he sat on the toilet bowl, holding my spread legs, letting the man with the large glans thrust into my vagina. Mr. Zhang stood beside me, feeding his penis into my mouth. This time, they played until they ejaculated all over my body before washing and drying me, and moving me to the large bed in the bedroom to sleep. A year passed in the blink of an eye. This
May, I suddenly received a letter from Australia, sent by my husband whom I hadn't heard from in a long time. The letter stated that two years ago, he was hit by a car while walking home late at night in Australia due to exhaustion from working. Because his visa had expired, he used someone else's health insurance card to get hospitalized. He suffered brain damage and temporary memory loss, which has only recently fully recovered.
He now has Australian status and urged me to immediately apply to go to Australia to reunite with him. When I took this letter to Mr. Zhang, his true colors were revealed. He admitted, "The story about your husband living with another woman was fabricated. The woman you called last time was just my housekeeper. Because I like you so much, I had to use her to deceive you. Actually, I really didn't know your husband was hospitalized. I also thought he had found someone else. Now that he wants to take you, even if I like you a lot, I can't keep you here anymore. As long as you want to go, I will try my best to find connections to help you with your immigration."
What could I say? I've slept with him far more times than with my husband, but we're still husband and wife, and we had a passionate, idyllic courtship before marriage
. I mistakenly believed he'd found someone else in another city, which led me to this affair. Now, my misunderstanding of my husband has been cleared up. The truth is, I was unfaithful, and I don't want to continue down that path. Knowing how I felt about my husband, I know he must be anxiously waiting for me. I don't want to disappoint him. No matter what, I must see him first. With Mr. Zhang's help, my paperwork was quickly approved, and I went to say goodbye. He asked me to spend one last passionate night with him. Actually, I was inclined to do the same. I hadn't seen him for quite some time. That night, I was prepared to let him have his way,
but he didn't just devour me. He held my naked body in his arms, caressing and fondling me as he had on our first night together. He held my feet, sucking on my toes with his lips, and licking between my toes with his tongue. He kissed every inch of my body, and I temporarily set aside my feelings for my husband. Making love wildly with this man who had deceived me
could be seen as him successfully taming me into a wanton slut, or it could be seen as me desperately seeking justice for being deceived. I was extremely wanton, seductively bewitching him again and again, and
he tirelessly ejaculated inside me five times until I myself could no longer reach my limit, finally stopping this unusual act of intercourse. Mr. Zhang and I flew back to Australia on the same plane, but he didn't leave the airport with me. When my husband and I embraced and kissed, I saw him still standing in the distance until we got into a taxi. Only then did his figure disappear from my sight.

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