Betraying one's husband is not shameful

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About three months ago, one night, my husband was dead drunk. Shanhe helped him back to my house. While I was in the kitchen, he suddenly grabbed me and took me.

At first, I resisted fiercely, but Shanhe covered my mouth from behind with his hand, saying that if I made a sound, it would wake my husband, and then I wouldn't be able to explain myself. Then, he lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, spreading my vagina open with his fingers.

When this fierce and lewd act began, my blood ran cold. However, a burning sensation gradually made me lose myself. When I came to, my breasts were being grabbed by his hands, and my fully exposed buttocks were being pulled close to his lower abdomen. He then inserted his rough penis into me from behind.

Shanhe straddled me, his hands tightly gripping the soft flesh of my breasts, thrusting in and out, seemingly casually, while desperately trying to stifle my moans. Shanhe stretched out his right hand, his large, thick palms covering my mouth. But this silence only intensified my pleasure.

Shanhe continued thrusting, pushing me to orgasm.

"Wow! Madam, even your deepest parts are trembling," Shanhe's vulgar words echoed in my ears from behind. At the same time, he forcefully thrust his penis into my soft depths. His

obscene words brought me shame, but also heightened my excitement; the word "orgasm" kept repeating in my mind.

Not far from the kitchen, on the sofa in the living room, my husband was snoring loudly, which only amplified the stimulation. My mind went blank. In my entire twenties, I was experiencing an unprecedented orgasm. Tears welled in my tightly closed eyes, and my whole body convulsed.

Since that night, I felt like I had been captured by Shanhe. Whenever my husband is away on business and the house is empty, I look forward to his phone call, then we embrace in a hotel, letting out cries of ecstasy.

With my husband, I must force myself to behave like a proper woman, but with Shanhe, who is a year younger than me, I can control myself completely.

Also, because Shanhe always uses obscene language when he hugs me, I've unconsciously gotten used to it too. Hearing these indecent words releases my wanton nature and makes me even more excited. But what attracts me most is Shanhe's long, thick penis!

In fact, when Shanhe is erect, it's twice the size of my husband's. The hard, rod-like shaft, once inserted, gives me a feeling of fullness; my muscles seem to melt, giving me intense pleasure.

Three months ago, I first experienced this intense pleasure, and even if I didn't like it in my mind, my body remembers it clearly.

In the afternoon, Shanhe left the company and used a nearby hotel room to summon me. Initially, I hesitated, but the thought of Shanhe's penis made my body give in.

In the end, I went to the hotel anyway. Under the blazing afternoon sun, I lay on the cool bed, like a white sexual beast, intoxicated by the pleasures of intercourse.

Whatever Shanhe wanted, whatever positions he wanted to embarrass me, I agreed to. I was drenched in sweat as I satisfied his every demand, immersing myself in extreme lewdness while bearing the stigma of infidelity.

Even when Shanhe wanted to take pictures of my genitals, I readily agreed, and even allowed him to record the act. The shame of having my most intimate parts photographed awakened an exhibitionist desire I hadn't known before. Listening to those tapes with Shanhe, that fiery excitement returned.

The persona in those tapes was like another person, base and explicit, as if I were someone else, which excited me even more. However, while dealing with Shanhe's lustful demands, I still maintained my composure.

During that phone call, I learned I had gained a rival, a painful blow to my heart. Although I had heard Shanhe had a girlfriend, he now wanted me to witness their intimacy. My female dignity was absolutely unforgivable. I was furious at Shanhe's actions.

But Shanhe coldly told me, "It's a pity you won't accept my request with her. Our relationship ends here."

This weighty declaration made me panic.

"Wait, please tell me the hotel room number," I blurted out nervously into the phone.

"Is that so? I knew you were a reasonable person!" On the other end of the line, I could feel his twisted laughter. I couldn't bring myself to leave this man; I hated myself.

"But I don't want to just watch! After her, I want your care too!" Even I thought my voice sounded seductive.

"Of course, after I'm done with her, I'll satisfy you with your favorite big cock!" Shanhe said. I also heard a young girl's laughter, as if she was slowly approaching him.

I felt it was an insult, but it also made my heart burn, and the inside of my thighs became wet. I went into the dormitory, took out new underwear, and stripped naked.

When I met with Shanhe, I usually changed into new underwear. Wearing new underwear would bring out that atmosphere, make me feel more fulfilled, and make me more aware that I am a woman.

Before putting on underwear, I would go to the mirror in the dormitory and look at my posture. My beautiful and moving black hair, draped over my slender figure, paired with my pretty face, made me feel that I was no less than those models or actresses. My bamboo shoot-shaped breasts, paired with my slender waist, looked even fuller, and I have always been proud of myself as a woman with a very good figure. My thighs are long and my waist is high. I am like a white porcelain pottery, my snow-white naked body is very even. I put on new underwear, a pure white dress, and a bright yellow coat.

I closed the doors and windows, left the luxurious residence, and got into a taxi. The hotel where Shanhe was staying was only about a twenty-minute ride away.

The setting sun shone on me as I walked through the hotel's revolving doors, across the lobby, and headed towards the elevator. The room number Shanhe had given me on the phone was 2425. I went up to the twenty-fourth floor, walked into the eerily quiet corridor, and rang the doorbell for room 2425.

The lock turned, and the door slid in. A long-haired woman, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, poked her head out. She had a long nose and a pretty, delicate face. Seeing that it was me, she smiled playfully.

Her bright eyes, lovely face, and clearly naked body—only a towel wrapped around her—made me surprised that she was there to greet me.

I was momentarily stunned by her fair skin.

"I'm Chen Mingli. Is Shanhe here?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes, please come in!" The young woman smiled and led me into the guest room.

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