My girlfriend slept with a guy at an internet cafe behind my back.

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My girlfriend slept with a guy at an internet cafe behind my back.

Earlier this year, I accompanied my girlfriend shopping, pretending to be a clothes hanger. While she was picking out clothes in various boutiques and department stores, I, like many other guys, sat to the side with my phone.
That day, while playing a racing game on her phone, I suddenly received a text message from an unknown number. I didn't really want to see it, but since my phone had a preview function, I figured I might as well check it.
The screen read: "Jialing, do you remember me?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I obediently raised my phone and said loudly, "Honey, I got a text message."
My girlfriend was holding up a piece of clothing in front of her, not even looking up: "Can you check for me?"
After I told her the message, she finally looked up, looking puzzled: "Who is it? Just ask him for me."
I replied immediately, and the other party replied right away: "You really forgot me? It's Ah Long!"
It was Ah Long! My girlfriend and I rented an apartment together during our junior year of college. Our landlady was Ah Long's mother; he was the second son in his family, born when he was over thirty, and was very spoiled.
Back then, we rented a room on the second floor. The first floor belonged to the landlord, who used it to run an internet cafe. While
others might stay home, Ah Long stayed in that internet cafe.
A double booth in the corner was Ah Long's private booth. After failing his college entrance exams, Ah Long stopped studying and spent all his time in that booth.
When we met him, he was already a seasoned homebody, and we were quite shocked when we first saw him.
We were going downstairs one morning, and we saw Ah Long as soon as we turned the corner. His hair covered his neck, and he was wearing a baggy t-shirt. Because he'd been in the internet cafe for so long, his hair was matted and tangled, his face was oily, and he looked completely lifeless.
Later, the landlord ran out of the internet cafe and called to him from behind. That's when we learned he was the landlord's son.
The landlord was middle-aged and overweight, while Ah Long was very thin. Aside from their similar features, it was impossible to tell them apart.
After we met, we became close because we both played the same game, and we often played together.
Since our apartment was upstairs, I often played games with Ah Long at the internet cafe, and that's when I started calling him Ah Long.
However, Ah Long always preferred to stay in his private room. The landlady would constantly complain to us about her son's lack of ambition, saying he was over twenty and still holed up all day.
What could we say? We could only sigh and agree that it couldn't go on, while simultaneously joining Ah Long in his gaming sessions.
It seems my intuition was right. Although my girlfriend was only slightly surprised when she found out it was Ah Long, and then made an excuse not to reply, telling me to ignore him, I knew very well what had happened between her and Ah Long back in school.
During our senior year internships, my girlfriend and I didn't choose to go too far from school; instead, we found internships locally.
The company I found sent me and several senior colleagues to a neighboring city for a two-day training trip, which happened to fall on a weekend, giving my girlfriend time off.
We set off on Friday, and my girlfriend saw me off at the station. My senior colleague teased me, saying, "You're not even married yet, but you already look like a typical young couple."
We laughed and joked as I boarded the train.
The next two days were incredibly busy, running around with my senior colleague, and I didn't have time to contact my girlfriend. I only managed to sneak a few calls, but she seemed even busier, hanging up after only a few breathless words.

Although my heart skipped a beat and I had a few thoughts, I didn't take it seriously.
The problem was that there seemed to be a handover issue earlier, extending the planned two days to four. I called my girlfriend in frustration, and she encouraged me on the phone, saying, "It's okay, just do your job well, and you can learn a lot too!"
Perhaps because of this improved my mood and improved my luck, the problem was resolved the next day, and I returned home a day earlier than the revised plan.
I initially wanted to call my girlfriend beforehand, but then decided to give her a surprise.
When I got home in the afternoon, my girlfriend was humming a song while taking a shower. I silently put down my things and sat in the living room with a grin, waiting for her to come out.
A short while later, the water stopped, and my girlfriend emerged naked from the bathroom, still drying her hair with a towel. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of her. Although it held a rather exquisite watch, I was still startled—I almost jumped up.
Seeing it was me, it took her several seconds to recover. She then burst into tears and clung to me, crying, "You jerk! You scared me to death! Why didn't you make a sound, you jerk!"
I laughed and hugged my girlfriend, "Why did you make such a mess of the room while I was gone? You always criticize me. Here, try on the watch."
My girlfriend stopped crying, looked up at me with wide eyes, and asked, "You went to the room?"
I nodded, "How else would I know the room was messy?"
Before she could react, I carried her to the room, placed her on the chaotic bed, and began to caress her body.
After three days of holding back, seeing my girlfriend's beautiful body as soon as I returned, I couldn't resist anymore. My penis was incredibly aroused, and I immediately gave her a wonderful time.
But later, after reading her diary entries from those days, I realized I had made a mistake.
If I hadn't gone to buy that watch, I could have come home half an hour earlier. That way, I would have definitely discovered the real reason the room was such a mess, and I would have been perfectly cooperative, waiting outside for half an hour before the events described above.
And when I was on top of my girlfriend, my penis would have broken all previous limits, and I would have fucked her hard several times.
After seeing me off the first night, my girlfriend went home and, as usual, cooked, watched TV, and went to sleep. But that night, sleeping alone, she tossed and turned for ages, unable to fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed a shirt, put on some hot pants, and ran downstairs to the internet cafe to spend the night online.
It was already past midnight, and the internet cafe was full of students. The landlord looked at the screen for a long time, then shook his head: "It's too late, there are no more machines!"
My girlfriend was about to leave to continue her sleepless night when Ah Long happened to come out to get some water. The landlord immediately remembered: "Wenwen, there's a seat at Ah Long's place, you can use it there, it's free."
Then she said to Ah Long, "Ah Long, take Wenwen over there, and bring a few more bags of snacks."
We were already quite familiar with the landlord by then, and my girlfriend happily followed behind Ah Long, not forgetting to turn around and sweetly say, "Thank you, Auntie!"
When we got to the private room, Ah Long pointed to the window seat and whispered, "You can sit there."
My girlfriend sat in Ah Long's private room and started surfing the internet, chatting with Ah Long intermittently.
My girlfriend was naturally unguarded, especially with people she knew well, so Ah Long must have been getting quite a bit of visual stimulation from her at that time.
There was a little incident that my girlfriend remembered, the kind of thing clumsy girls often do: watching an online movie or something, she accidentally clicked on something, and then a pornographic webpage that almost took up the entire screen popped up. My girlfriend was at a loss, unable to close it, and too embarrassed to ask Ah Long for help. But Ah Long, after defeating a boss, noticed it and took the initiative to fix it for her.

At four o'clock, my girlfriend fell into a deep sleep on the sofa while watching the movie.
I don't know how long Ah Long held back before slowly extending his lecherous hand, and my girlfriend didn't know what happened after that. She only remembered feeling her legs being lifted up, and she dreamed of making love with me in a private room. Then she felt something touching between her legs, and that thing went even further, touching her private parts directly.
My girlfriend then woke up with a start, and in front of her was Ah Long fiddling with her vulva with his fingers! In her haste, my girlfriend sat forward, which caused Ah Long's fingers to slide into her vagina along with the slippery love juice.
Her vagina was already very sensitive, and this insertion immediately made her body go limp, uncontrollably leaning against Brother Long.
Only then did she look down and notice that all the buttons on her shirt were undone, her two breast pads were gone, and her snow-white breasts swayed back and forth like two upside-down bells.
Brother Long's penis was also exposed, being slowly stroked by his left hand, the glans was swollen and red, and fluid was leaking from the urethral opening.
The soundproofing in the private room wasn't very good, so his girlfriend didn't dare to make a sound, but said in a low but stern voice, "Brother Long, how could you do this? Let go!"
Brother Long seemed frightened, responding with his mouth, "I...I'm sorry...I..."
but his hand didn't stop at all; his middle finger was already fully inserted into her vagina, and in the current position, he could reach his girlfriend's G-spot with just a slight bend of his middle finger.
Ah Long naturally did the same, and the friction became faster and faster. At first, his girlfriend could pretend to be serious and scold him, but now she could only utter one word at a time: "Stop...stop...stop...ah...ah..."
Her hands, which were originally supporting her on the sofa, couldn't help but tightly hug Ah Long, her body tensed up, and she actually ejaculated, spraying Ah Long's hand wet.
At this point, Ah Long couldn't stop at all, and he was going to force himself on her. When his girlfriend saw him on top of her, she knew what he was going to do, and hurriedly pushed him away with all her might: "No...don't do it here...go upstairs, okay?"
Seeing that Ah Long looked at her with half-belief and half-doubt, and still wouldn't let go, his girlfriend actually got up by herself, knelt down and took Ah Long's penis into her mouth.
After staying up all night, the smell of a penis is very strong, especially for someone like Ah Long who has been sitting for so long. Even his girlfriend herself wrote in her diary that it was "very smelly and fishy." But his girlfriend still knelt on his lap and let Ah Long suck on it several times. Then she looked up at Ah Long and asked, "Do you believe me now?"
Ah Long was about to speak when his penis spoke first—semen shot upwards, directly onto his girlfriend's face, with some even going over her head and landing on her hair.
Seeing this, Ah Long was afraid that his girlfriend would be angry, so he immediately stood up and pulled up his pants. "I believe you, I believe you!"
His girlfriend must have been aroused at this moment. She had just been brought to orgasm by his fingers, and the aftertaste hadn't faded yet. She was in dire need of satisfaction. She didn't say much about being face-shot like that, but just silently wiped the semen off her face.
What was infuriating was that the even more clueless nerd, Ah Long, didn't wait for his girlfriend to tidy up before opening the door to the private room. He didn't care that she was still naked from the waist down and her clothes weren't even buttoned up. He just said, "My mom's watching TV, let's go through the back door quickly," and pulled her out.
His girlfriend had no time to react; she could only clutch her clothes tightly with one hand to cover her upper body and the other to cover her lower body, hoping everyone was either sleeping or playing games and wouldn't notice that a naked woman was being dragged out the back door. They
made their way to the second floor through the back door without incident. When they reached the door, his girlfriend angrily hit Ah Long twice: "My keys are still in my pants! How are we going to get in?"
Ah Long hesitated for a moment,
then said, "I'll go get them!" He then left his girlfriend standing alone at the door and ran back downstairs.
Our room had a balcony right outside the door, and his girlfriend was standing there naked from the waist down.
It was nearly five o'clock, the sky was already faintly bright, and people were walking on the street. The balcony railing wasn't completely covered with cement; through the gaps, you could definitely see my girlfriend's beautiful legs. Although it wasn't exactly full exposure, this feeling of outdoor exposure only intensified her desire. Her
initial worries had completely vanished. My girlfriend felt that her love juices were overflowing, and she couldn't help but clench and rub her legs together. Yet, she also had a urge to spread her legs wide and masturbate vigorously on the balcony, moaning loudly. This contradictory and stimulating feeling made her almost unable to control herself.
When Ah Long returned with her hot pants and nipple covers, my girlfriend hurriedly took out her keys and opened the door. As soon as she entered, she leaned against the door, legs spread wide, her buttocks raised high: "Quick...come in...I...I can't take it...hurry up..."
How can you rely on your left hand to handle your sexual desire? Ah Long was a typical example.
The ejaculation in the internet cafe didn't affect his performance at all; in fact, it made Ah Long's stamina even longer, especially with his girlfriend who was completely out of control with her lust. So, around seven o'clock, the two were still making love in bed.
It was around that time that I made my first call: "Honey, it took you so long to answer the phone, you must have just woken up, right?"
On the other end of the line, my girlfriend was on the verge of another orgasm, panting heavily and unable to answer.
"Panting so hard? Did you actually go for a morning workout?"
Because my girlfriend had mentioned wanting to exercise in the morning recently, I naturally remembered that.
"...Mmm...Ah...So...So tired...Ah..."
"So tired? Don't overdo it all at once, I'll call you back later!"
"...Okay...Okay..."
My girlfriend hung up after saying that.
Although I found it suspicious, I wasn't worried at all.
Wasn't my girlfriend being violated exactly what I wanted? Because of this phone call, I fantasized for quite a while.
If I had known my girlfriend was actually being fucked, I definitely would have run to the bathroom and ejaculated.
That day, my girlfriend and Ah Long kept going until they were both exhausted and fell asleep.
When they woke up, it was already 5 pm. My girlfriend woke up, took a shower, changed her clothes, and then woke Ah Long, who was still sleeping: "You'd better leave quickly. If you're gone all day, Auntie will definitely find out. It would be terrible if my boyfriend found out."
Ah Long opened his eyes and stared blankly at my girlfriend. After a long while, he finally said something abrupt: "Can we do it again?"
Based on my girlfriend's logic and my experience, she should have said no. However, this time she said something that even she herself didn't believe: "Go take a shower, get a haircut, and look neat. Then I'll let you do it again."
After Ah Long left, my girlfriend started writing in her diary that day.
Regarding the "do it again" she said to Ah Long, my girlfriend herself didn't know if she was serious or joking: "I still feel something down there. Now I feel like something's missing. If Ah Long really comes again, I think I'll still do it with him, right?"
Sure enough, around 9 PM, someone knocked on the door.
When she opened it, my girlfriend was surprised to see a completely different Ah Long standing before her. After his haircut, he looked brand new, and I realized he was actually quite handsome.
Seeing Ah Long, my girlfriend's lower body immediately aroused.
When Ah Long entered the room and hugged my girlfriend, who was wearing a nightgown, she gave a token struggle.

Then Ah Long got straight to the point, touching her vulva through her underwear, only to find it completely wet: "So wet?"
"Mmm...ah..."
After a passionate encounter, my girlfriend lay in Ah Long's arms, chatting with him like she would with me afterward: "Why don't you find a job? Auntie keeps telling us she's worried about you."
"She's just worried I won't be able to find a wife like this, anyway, my family doesn't need me to earn money."
After Ah Long changed his demeanor, even his speech changed. "Why don't you marry me and be my wife! My mom won't worry anymore."
Ah Long said this casually, but even as a joke, his girlfriend couldn't accept it—especially after they had sex—his girlfriend sat up and suddenly put on a serious face: "Don't think about such things. I've only done it with you. It's already a disservice to my boyfriend that I'm still letting you into this house. If you say anything like that, don't even think about touching me." I
think this was his girlfriend's true feeling. She even emphasized this point in her diary. Although she later became so wanton under Ah Long's thrusting that she would do anything he asked, she always maintained her composure when she came to her senses.
It wasn't just this time. When I read his girlfriend's diary, I felt that "not being found out by my husband"
seemed to be the only bottom line. It seemed that as long as I wasn't found out, she could accept any kind of humiliation.
I really don't know if this is love for me or a cover-up for his girlfriend's repressed personality? Ah Long's change was too obvious. Everyone could see it, let alone the landlord who was always worried about him.
Later, the landlord casually asked my girlfriend what had happened that day. Why did Ah Long suddenly change the next day? The landlord clearly saw that Ah Long's change was largely related to my girlfriend, but she probably didn't realize that her son had already slept with my girlfriend countless times.
My girlfriend was quick to understand: "I just said that he wouldn't find a girlfriend like that, that's all!"
If the first time was caused by Ah Long's rude behavior, then what happened later made me find my girlfriend even more interesting.
Because it was supposed to be done on Sunday, my girlfriend kept her distance from Ah Long all day.
When I called my girlfriend that night to tell her that I couldn't go back until Tuesday, she was extremely disappointed. Although she pretended not to care and even encouraged me on the phone, it was as if she wanted revenge for not getting the reward she deserved for her day of fidelity. Not long after, my girlfriend took the initiative to call Ah Long.
Five minutes later, Ah Long knocked on the door.
This time, his girlfriend wasn't as proactive as before, nor did she let Ah Long act like a lecherous man. "He won't be back for two more days, so..."
she said, pursing her lips and glancing down at him. "So I can let you come for two more days, but you have to promise me you won't stay in the internet cafe all the time anymore. Listen to your aunt and find something to do! Okay?"
Ah Long felt a glimmer of hope. "If I do well, can you..."
"No!"
his girlfriend interrupted before Ah Long could finish. "If you say that again, I won't let you do this kind of thing anymore."
Ah Long gritted his teeth and hugged his girlfriend tightly. "But I like you now, can't I even pursue you?"
His girlfriend suddenly felt a little sorry for Ah Long, but still softly refused. "No..."
That night, Ah Long seemed to have gone mad. His actions were so rough that they could only be described as ravaging. His girlfriend was held by one hand and made to lie on the bed like a little bitch, being mercilessly penetrated from behind.
As Ah Long thrust into her, he asked, "Will you be my wife? Call me husband! Call me husband now!"
His girlfriend was already out of control, obediently moaning, "Yes...yes...good husband...husband...I feel so good...again...ah...faster...good husband...you're so amazing...ah..."
"So you've agreed to be my wife?"
"Yes...ah...um...yes...I'll be your wife...everyday...everyday I'll give my husband...ah...husband fuck...ah..."
Even though it was unconscious moaning, his girlfriend's words were enough to excite Ah Long for a long time: "Then I'll ejaculate all inside you, okay?"
"No...I'll get pregnant...ah...pregnant..." His girlfriend
, who was always very concerned about contraception, still had some instinctive resistance.
Ah Long increased the speed of his thrusts again: "Aren't you my wife? What's wrong with getting pregnant with my child?"
His girlfriend was almost delirious with pleasure, her mouth wide open, unable to speak.
Ah Long slowed down a bit, and she actually twisted her hips and thrust backward, saying, "No...don't stop...shoot...I'll let you shoot inside..."
This time, even the boundary of internal ejaculation was crossed. Before, at crucial moments, my girlfriend would always ask Ah Long to ejaculate outside.
If Ah Long really did this for two days, she might actually get pregnant.
But man proposes, God disposes. I didn't even expect to be back the next day, let alone my girlfriend and Ah Long. When I opened the door that day, Ah Long immediately realized something was wrong and grabbed his clothes to crawl under the bed.
Later, my girlfriend and I were being intimate in bed, and Ah Long hid under the bed and didn't dare to come out. I wonder what Ah Long was thinking, listening to the woman he liked being fucked by her boyfriend and making lewd noises? I unknowingly became my friend's rival in love. Actually, if Ah Long had told me, I could have allowed him to share my girlfriend, but I couldn't take her away to be my wife—maybe my girlfriend thought the same way.
Later, I felt something was off. At the time, I didn't know the truth about what happened those few days. Suddenly, Ah Long changed completely, and he even stopped going to the internet cafe. Every time I mentioned Ah Long's change to my girlfriend, she would act like,
"What's the big deal?" But once something like this has happened, it's hard to stop, especially since we were always running into each other. Ah Long couldn't hold back anymore and would often sneak around with my girlfriend when I wasn't around. My girlfriend was terrified, but she usually couldn't resist him and would just go along with it. But you can't walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. A few times I almost caught them—in fact, the later times were too outrageous, and I found out anyway. My girlfriend gradually became disgusted with Ah Long, and in her diary, she even mentioned that she "felt Ah Long was just using her as a sex machine." A few months later, I don't know if my girlfriend said anything to Ah Long, but he only told his family and didn't tell any of us friends before he went to another city. Enough of the past, let's go back to the beginning. Actually, nothing much happened after that. His girlfriend said she wouldn't talk to him, and she really didn't. She kept receiving text messages from Ah Long for those few days, but she never softened her stance. Perhaps they met privately, but I just don't know that now. His girlfriend only just started writing in her diary this year, and she always carries it with her, so I really haven't had a chance to sneak a peek. Not being able to keep track of her progress is a huge regret. But speaking of which, Ah Long really did work harder afterward.

It is said that when he contacted his girlfriend at the beginning of the year, he was already a department manager at a company in another city, and he was completely unrecognizable as the nerdy guy he used to be.

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