Let me tell you about my experience (01)

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My first time was with a married woman, many years ago. I had a very short relationship in high school with a classmate. I was quite innocent back then. My first love and I dated for about half a year, and all we did was kiss and touch each other's breasts (she was flat-chested). We broke up when we went to different universities. Back then, online chatting was just becoming popular, and there were BBS forums. I often went online to chat with people. But I usually only chatted once or twice before deleting them. At that time, I think it was just for chatting; I didn't think too much about finding a one-night stand, let alone sleeping with a married woman. It wasn't because she was a good person; I genuinely didn't think that much about it. Later, I chatted with someone from the same city on a BBS; she was more than ten years older than me. At first, we chatted quite seriously, very seriously back then. I feel like the social atmosphere was better back then, unlike now where you have to be wary of others online. Although I didn't tell her my name or anything, I told her which university I went to and what my major was. She also told me about her job. She worked at a university, which seemed pretty good. We chatted for a while, and it was all very serious. However, I had a very high sex drive back then, so the conversation gradually drifted towards sex. At first, she was quite serious, lecturing me about what was wrong and what wasn't. Gradually, she became more willing to talk about that kind of thing with me. I still remember her lecturing me about how anal sex was incorrect and could harm the body, but oral sex was a good way to relieve sexual tension in college students. In short, we talked about sex, but in a serious way. Later, we talked more and more. Many people think that women who cheat are from unhappy families. That's not true at all. I felt she had a very happy family; her husband was just busy with work. Then we talked about how often she and her husband had sex. She said they actually did it very rarely, only once or twice a month. At the time, I found that unbelievable. I felt like I didn't even have anywhere to have sex, how could someone have sex but only do it once or twice a month? Later, we met. I don't even remember who suggested it first. Anyway, our first meeting was at a movie theater. She had a child, so we only had time to meet during the day on weekdays. She wasn't particularly pretty, a little overweight, and back then I preferred slender women. However, she had two advantages: fair skin and a very good temperament; she was the kind of person who paid attention to her image. Although we hadn't discussed it beforehand, we knew what meeting at a movie theater meant. It wasn't a weekend, and they were showing an old movie. The theater was small, with hardly anyone there; those who were there were mostly couples there for intimacy. We had barely sat down when we started being intimate. That day was full of firsts; it was my first time touching a woman's genitals. I remember she was very wet down there, and she went limp as soon as I touched her. She even gave me oral sex and then used her hands on me. It felt like so many things changed that day; we did so many things we'd never done before. I even wanted her to take off her pants so I could see, because I'd never seen a woman's genitals before. She said it wasn't convenient in the movie theater and suggested we go to a hotel room later so I could see. I said we shouldn't watch the movie and should go to a hotel, but she firmly refused, saying we didn't have time and she needed to pick up her child and go home to cook for them. Finally, she brought me to ejaculation with her hand and carefully wiped it with a tissue for a long time. After that, I waited for her to go to a hotel with me every day, but she was busy for the next few days and couldn't come out. Then she got her period, and it seemed like more than a week later, she finally agreed to go to a hotel with me. She said she couldn't use her ID card, and asked if I could use mine. I said no problem. I offered to pay for the room, but she firmly disagreed, saying that I hadn't earned any money yet and shouldn't waste my family's money. We also discussed using condoms. She said she already had an IUD, so there was no need to worry about pregnancy, and she believed I was healthy. The problem was whether I trusted her. She also told me about her entire sexual history, which involved only two men: her husband and a male classmate from her university whom she had slept with a few years ago when she was on a business trip to another city. I felt she was the kind of woman I could trust, so we agreed not to use condoms. It was my first time going to a hotel with a woman, and I was incredibly excited and nervous, constantly worried that the police might come to check the room. She kept reassuring me not to be nervous. We even undressed at the same time, almost in perfect unison. Then I wanted to start, but she kept saying we should both wash first. I said I wanted to see first, since I hadn't seen what she looked like before. I remember she lay down on the edge of the bed, legs spread open for me to see. I looked and touched her, and even kissed her genitals; they did have a bit of a smell since she hadn't washed. But I didn't care. As soon as I started kissing her, she started writhing, ignoring my need to wash and telling me to hurry up. I went up, and after a while, I couldn't find the right spot. I remember she pushed me away with her hand, and then I was inside. The feeling was indescribable; the rest was natural. She's the kind of woman who insists on kissing during sex, and that was our first time kissing. I also remember that I didn't ejaculate prematurely the first time, as I had imagined. She even asked if I was really a virgin, and I said I had never been with a woman before, probably because I masturbate a lot. We did it twice more that afternoon, and it seems we tried many positions. I remember I was moving my whole body, and she said that was tiring and taught me to mainly use my lower back. She didn't have an orgasm the first time we had sex, but she did later. She's the type who orgasms easily, not one after another, but as long as we're in the doggy style and I keep moving, she'll definitely orgasm. She can orgasm in other positions too, but not as easily as with doggy style. She left early to pick up her child and go home. However, we didn't check out immediately. I slept in the hotel that night, and she came again the next morning, and we had sex again. She didn't check out until noon, when it was almost time to leave. At that time, I was quite conflicted. Before we did it, I didn't think too much about it; I just wanted to have sex so badly. After we did it, I started to worry. If her husband found out, it could be fatal. But at that time, my libido was still very high, and I had nowhere to release it. A few days later, we chatted online for a bit, and then we hit it off and couldn't resist going to a hotel again. By then, I knew her erogenous zones. I gave her oral sex for a while and then had her arch her back before I started doggy style. At first, I went slowly, then with varying depths, and finally, when I felt she was about to climax, I started thrusting vigorously at a high frequency. She cried out, "So good!" After I ejaculated, I lay on top of her, and I felt my penis being squeezed out little by little by her. I remember her saying to me, "I haven't felt this good in a long time." That's how women are; if you bring them pleasure, they'll be incredibly gentle with you. Later, during sex, I was in control the first time (she liked that feeling), bringing her to orgasm. After that, she would gently caress and lick my penis. I later asked her what would happen if they found out, and she said she wasn't particularly worried and told me not to worry either. I brought it up again later, and then one time she seriously told me that she was confident in what she was doing. She said that if her husband found out, there wouldn't be any problems, but she wouldn't let that happen. She reassured me. After she said that, I didn't ask again. Our subsequent interactions rarely involved her family; she controlled this very well, and I followed suit. At that time, we basically went to a hotel twice a month, and she resolutely refused to let me pay. Later, she simply rented a place in an old residential building; the location was quite remote, and the monthly rent was equivalent to the cost of one hotel room. When we first rented the apartment, we saw each other frequently, almost once or even twice a week. We had a good understanding; if one of us made a request, the other would usually oblige unless they were too busy. Some experiences stand out in my memory. Once, during a break back at school, we hadn't done it in a while, so I asked her if she was free the next day. She said she couldn't because she was menstruating. I said never mind, and she asked if I was feeling pent up. I said yes. She then asked to meet me at the same movie theater (it wasn't far from her workplace or my school, much closer than our rented apartment). We found a theater, and there was only one other couple there. We found a corner, and she started giving me oral sex while I touched her breasts. I ejaculated quickly, even performing oral sex on her. Right after I finished, while my penis was still in her mouth, the lights suddenly came on—the whole thing was bright! We were both startled. I quickly packed my things away and zipped up my pants. Then, an old cleaning lady came out with a broom and started cleaning our row of seats. She quickly put on her coat and went out. I followed her out. Her face was flushed, and she asked if the old lady had seen her. I said probably. She said she hadn't even had time to find a tissue; she swallowed it all in her nervousness. Later, I fell for a girl and confessed to her. She encouraged me to pursue her and said not to let my relationship with her affect anything. Later, I won her over and told her. We kept in touch and chatted, but we didn't meet for a long time—neither of us suggested meeting. After a while, I also had sex with my girlfriend. I told her about it while chatting online, and she even asked me if I enjoyed it. She said it in a joking tone, but...I was still feeling quite uncomfortable. I suggested we meet up, since we hadn't seen each other in a long time. She said it wasn't appropriate and we should see each other again. I didn't insist. We never saw each other again after that. I was actually quite grateful to her.
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