Infidelity (woman's self-report)

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I'm 30 years old and work at a bank .
I'm 1.67 meters tall and quite thin. My husband often teases me during sex, saying it's like
bones fighting, and I only weigh 47 kilograms. My husband, Weili, is four years older than me. He works in management at a company office. Our
married life, while somewhat mundane, has become more like that of ordinary people as I've gradually gotten used to it. This summer,
a chance encounter brought about a change in our family life.
One evening, our child went to his maternal grandmother's house, I was knitting, and my husband was online. Having nothing to do, I went to the study, intending to
chat with my husband while knitting. But when I opened the door, I suddenly saw that my husband had turned off the computer screen. I assumed he was chatting online with girls, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I insisted on
turning the screen back on to see what he was doing.
Forced by my anger, my husband had no choice but to reluctantly turn the screen back on. I sat down at the computer and noticed that my husband had been looking at nothing but pornographic articles
about infidelity and their stories, along with several explicit photos. I angrily confronted him, asking why
he was looking at such pointless material. He simply said, "Just browsing." He even added, "If you look closely, it's actually quite interesting."
Although I continued to scold him, my eyes were unconsciously drawn to the article he was reading, and I
felt a warm, aroused sensation. Then, my husband, standing behind me, gently cupped my breast and began to knead it. Soon, my
whole body felt hot, but my eyes remained glued to the text on the screen. My husband pulled me up, sat behind me, and pulled down his already meager
panties.
"Mmm—" Before I could react, my husband had already inserted his penis into my groin and was gently thrusting in and out. Because I was used to reading erotic articles
and experiencing the emotions they evoked, my body reacted quite quickly, and I reached orgasm in no time. He
vigorously stroked my penis, and soon I felt a warm sensation in my hand; his penis was throbbing continuously in my hand. I knew he had ejaculated, and
I slapped him lightly. "It's not because of those erotic articles you read," my husband gently asked. "Were you stimulated by them?" I was embarrassed. She nodded shyly.
To be honest, since having children, I hadn't experienced such intense pleasure and orgasm from my entire body in a long time. After having children, women
often become less attentive to their husbands in this area, and their feelings aren't as strong as before. However, the feeling my husband gave me today was
like being transported to "heaven" in an instant. While he was penetrating me, my mind was filled with the descriptions of sexual desire I had just seen and the content of the pornographic photos—the men in the photos with their
hard penises, wanting to penetrate even deeper.
With each thrust of my husband, I... Time and again, it felt like entering paradise. With my husband's latest thrust, he pounced on me, his body throbbing. That
night, lying in bed, I told my husband I hadn't felt this way in a long time. He teased me, saying, "I didn't expect you
to " Embarrassed by his words, I hid in his arms and refused to come out.
The next day at work, Zhang Li, the vice president in charge of our department, noticed my drowsy eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" Zhang
Li was always very caring towards me. He was in his forties, like an older brother to me. He was 1.7 meters tall and dressed exceptionally smartly.
However, for some reason, today, when I looked at him, I unconsciously stared at him intently, something I'd never thought of before.
At work, I was constantly embarrassed by my gaze. I kept asking myself, "What's wrong with me today?" During the day, though I was supposed to be
working, only I knew that the images and words from yesterday's screen kept replaying in my mind. I felt hot all day.
When I got home in the evening... He said he was entertaining guests. I hurriedly finished my meal, and inexplicably turned on my computer. In the history section, I found the website
I'd visited . And then I masturbated for the first time in my life.
When I woke up in the morning, I found my husband still asleep beside me.
He finally left in the early hours of the morning; we kissed for a long time at the door. I told him it was the first and the last time.
The next day at work, Zhang Li informed me early in the morning that the bank had approved in principle the 15 million yuan loan for Zhengda Software. We
would have a routine meeting with the software company at 3 pm, and I should prepare the materials and attend. Because I was responsible for analyzing corporate loan projects, my written opinion was usually required before a final
loan . Therefore, lending units generally treated me with great respect.
I had become quite familiar with the finance manager and the head of finance at Zhengda Software through several meetings. So, I called my husband to say
I wouldn't be home for dinner tonight. Unexpectedly, he was very busy these days, saying he might go to Shenzhen today and might not be back until tomorrow. Anyway, it was already
3 PM when Vice President Zhang Li took me to the Daytime Goose Hotel for a routine meeting. Because of a question I didn't understand, we discussed it until almost
7 PM . After the meeting, the software company, as usual, very warmly treated us to dinner; four of them accompanied us. Normally I don't drink much,
but that evening at the dinner table, I seemed a little distracted. I drank a little, and my mind started wandering back to those chaotic, disorganized thoughts.
After , I don't know when it was, but at their invitation, Zhang Li asked me... "Shall we go relax?" I usually refuse, but today my husband...
He leaned me against the sofa, lifting my buttocks high. I didn't know what he wanted, thinking he just wanted to see my buttocks again. Unexpectedly,
we went to the hotel's karaoke room, and everyone started drinking again. Then, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to go dancing. Maybe because of the alcohol, I
didn't hesitate and followed Zhang Li's hand to the dance floor. The dance hall was so dark; I couldn't see anything clearly. It was only because Zhang Li was holding my hand that I didn't bump into anyone. In Zhang Li's... In the dim light, Zhang Li would often unconsciously pull me, so we frequently bumped into each other.
As I gradually adjusted to the darkness, I noticed many people dancing together, embracing each other. Because it was a slow dance, everyone on the dance floor seemed very
close . Zhang Li would only occasionally pull me to prevent me from bumping into others. But I hadn't danced in a long time and often stumbled. I gently said to Zhang Li
, "This isn't suitable for me anymore, let's go home." "It's okay, it's rare for you to be so relaxed, especially since your husband isn't home, have some fun,
"
Zhang Li said. As he finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist forcefully pull me towards him. Still half-asleep, I thought, "That's true, it's just..."
"What's wrong with dancing?" So, I casually placed my other hand on his shoulder as well. At that moment, Zhang Li's two hands naturally rested on
my waist, and the distance between us suddenly became much closer. I could smell the scent emanating from him. I closed my eyes, thinking it smelled quite nice,
and felt a warm sensation spread through my body.
Slowly, following Yu Ya's movements, I felt Zhang Li's hands gradually begin to gently stroke my back. This feeling was so
comfortable and comforting. My husband hadn't done this to me for many years. Perhaps influenced by emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.
"You smell so good," Zhang Li murmured softly in my ear. "You too," I replied. At that moment, I felt Zhang Li's hand gently support
the upper part of my buttocks and push inwards. Because I was wearing a thin dress, I could clearly feel that his penis was already hard and pressing
against me. "No! Don't do that!" I said weakly. "After today, everything will be as usual. I mean no harm—" Actually,
I didn't want to push him away, but it was out of a woman's unique shyness. Following his movements, my whole body was pressed against him.
The hand on my back moved wider and wider. In no time, he had caressed my entire back, and even my buttocks.
When his hand was on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually slipped one hand between my buttocks.
"I'm going back," I said to him.
He remained calm. "No, don't do that, someone will see," he ignored me, continuing his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully. At that moment, I
felt as if I were paralyzed, trying to push him away, but only making a token gesture. I let his tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I
involuntarily responded to him, sucking on his tongue, which was much softer than my husband's. At that moment, I felt wet down 　　there , and my whole body was in an
indescribable state of pleasure.
Gradually, I came to believe that one of his hands was touching my breast, because I was wearing a shirt issued by the bank, and the top three
buttons were undone. He easily reached in and pinched my nipple, kneading it. Under his ministrations, I couldn't take it anymore
and pushed him away with great force, saying I felt stuffy and wanted to get some fresh air. He very understandingly agreed to my request, and we went back to the KTV room.
Once , I was confused and afraid they would notice something, so I sat down, feeling incredibly aroused by the wetness he had caused me. I checked my phone and found that
my husband had called several times already.
At that moment, I thought about calling back. The wind was for my husband. When I wanted to call him, I opened my mouth and said, "It's getting late, and we have a lot of things to do at the bank tomorrow morning
. Let's call it a day and go." The software company staff, seeing that Director Zhang said this, got up and escorted us to his door. After saying goodbye, we left
.
I tried to dodge, but he still grabbed me tightly. And he intentionally touched my genitals. "Don't do that!" I protested. Passing by the martyrs' cemetery, I
didn't have to go home, even if I stayed out late. So, I nodded vaguely.
Next to the park, the car turned in. "What are you doing?" He ignored me. In an unusually quiet place, he stopped the car.
He slowly said to me, "I still..." "I want to kiss you again, I've missed you for so long," he said, and without even asking my consent, he suddenly hugged me. I tried to
resist but had no strength at all. So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Before long, all the buttons on my shirt were undone, and he continued
to kiss my exposed breasts. He even bit my nipple and started sucking on it. Under his kisses, the sensation in my body was aroused again. Involuntarily,
he lay down next to me and slowly stroked me. I looked at his now limp penis and couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I
felt myself hugging his head and touching it too. At this moment, he moved one of my hands to his crotch and pulled it open... I unzipped his pants, trying to retaliate, but
failed . Instead, I instinctively grabbed his already erect penis and began to stroke it. His member seemed less thick than my husband's, but definitely longer.
My mind even started comparing it to those online.
After touching his penis, I felt my body burning, and I kissed him. His hands weren't idle either; he
lifted my shorts aside, and inserted himself. Unlike my husband, he didn't just thrust back and forth, but rubbed it up and down. In his hands, I
quickly reached orgasm.
After he thrust again, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew he had ejaculated inside me. Then, he held me and stood behind him, motionless.
At this point, he told me to go to the back, and I knew what he meant. I didn't want to. I said, "That's enough for today, we've already gone too far." He did
n't force me, just told me to get him out. He pressed my head down. I didn't really want to kiss his penis; once it was exposed, the car would be filled with the smell of
his penis. I was thinking of going home early, in case my husband came back, something might happen.
But under his repeated requests, I had no choice but to take his penis into my mouth. At first, he thrust, almost reaching deep into my throat, and so
I masturbated and sucked on his penis. One of his hands was still inside me... A hand was caressing my breast.
Just then, my phone rang again. Ignoring his attempts to stop me, I answered. It was my husband calling from Shenzhen. He asked why I
wasn't home so late, saying he definitely wouldn't be back tonight. I told him I was working overtime and would be home immediately.
Overtime is common in the banking system. My husband just said he'd call me later when he got home, as he wasn't at ease. Even while we were on the phone, he didn't stop...
On the way home, I squeezed his penis until it was hard. I could tell he was also in great pain, but he was driving and could only let me do as
I pleased. Instead of stopping, he used his hand to penetrate me more forcefully. I felt incredibly melancholy. I tried my best to control my emotions so my husband wouldn't
notice .
After hanging up the phone, I don't know why, but I suddenly pounced on him and bit his shoulder hard. At the same time, I grabbed him with one hand. He
ejaculated a lot, and the semen he released was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.
We hugged like that for a while before letting go.
He reversed the car with his pants unbuttoned and drove towards my house. While he was driving, I only buttoned my clothes up, not even my bra. I
felt completely soaked. With his driving lights on, I kept reaching out to pinch his cheeks and grab his already tender penis.
When we arrived at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights because of construction. He offered to walk me to the elevator, explaining that it was late and I was genuinely a little scared, especially since the security guards were all
outside. So I agreed to his request. As I got into the car, I noticed his trousers were open and reminded him to button them up.
He said it didn't matter, as no one could see me at night except me. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored him and walked ahead.
When we got to the building, I saw two elevators on the first floor and told him I could go. He looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he said, "I was
captivated by what you were reading. It seemed to be about a married woman talking about her feelings about having an affair. The psychological shifts and details were described very carefully. As I was reading, I
got into the elevator." I didn't hesitate and just waved to him before getting in. When I reached my floor and was about to open my apartment door,
someone suddenly hugged me, startling me. I turned around and saw it was him! He had followed me in the other elevator. I was just about to say how bold he was,
not afraid of being seen,
when he covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand to open my door.
As soon as the door closed, we kissed passionately again.
In the darkness, he gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but my shorts. I tried to turn on the light, only to find myself completely
exposed before him, momentarily at a loss for what to do to cover myself. In his burning gaze, I knew what he was going to do next. But
I couldn't refuse him anymore. He carried me to the sofa and quickly undressed himself. I was so ashamed I didn't know
where to look.
I hesitated for a long time before finally telling him, "Since having the child, I haven't felt this happy for a long time. When my husband needs me, he often lies on top of me..."
He sat on the sofa, placing me between his legs, my genitals fully exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I could
n't . My whole body was burning, and I could only feel something continuously flowing out from below. Suddenly, he kissed my penis. My husband and I have been married for five years,
and he has never kissed me there before. I could feel his hardness pressing against my buttocks as he spread my thighs... He kissed me and sucked hard.
His sucking made me feel even weaker, as if he had hollowed me out. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by some kind of mechanism; it was a
feeling I had never experienced before, truly the ultimate pleasure.
After a long while, when his attention returned to my breasts, I finally snapped out of my daze. I felt completely drained.
He said, "Can you kiss me here again?" At this point, I had no courage to refuse. I obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and
kissed his erect penis. "It stinks!" I spat out some of his continuously overflowing semen. He said to me with unusual understanding, "
Shall we go wash up before we play again?" Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded. Then I told him to sit for a while while I went to wash up.
But as soon as I finished filling the tub with water, he came in from behind and gently embraced me, saying, "Let me wash you." I didn't know I would be so
obedient lying quietly in the tub as he poured bath soap over me. He washed me exceptionally gently, especially when washing my breasts, which caused a lot
of discharge from my genitals. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He wet his hands with bath soap and gently rubbed my genitals,
saying as he washed, "You are such a beauty, your vulva is so prominent, and the pubic hair looks like it's been carefully groomed. Your breasts are
much fuller than I imagined; even after having children, they are still so firm—" I was filled with excitement by his praise and his touch.
After he finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too." So, I diligently washed him from head to toe. He said that since he was old enough to understand
, no one had ever washed him. Not even his wife. He said he was very impulsive, and even in the bathroom, I could see his eyes were a little moist.
While I was washing his penis, he jumped up again dishonestly, and soon became hard. Only then did I have time to carefully examine his penis. Although
it looked much larger and longer than my husband's. Involuntarily, I hugged my husband tighter, trying to open my thighs as wide as possible, but even though we were both men
, we looked completely different. His glans was large, but the shaft wasn't very thick. He said he had been circumcised before. I couldn't help but rinse it with water, then
gently peeled back my fingers and bit his glans, rubbing it. While biting his glans, I could feel the semen continuously seeping out of his body, and although the taste
was strange , I still swallowed it. I sucked on his penis back and forth and continuously stroked it with my hand.
"The phone is ringing," he reminded me.
I didn't even hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So I quickly put him down and answered the phone without even drying myself.
It was my husband calling, of course. Because I was wet, I had to stand and listen. After a while, I saw him come over with a towel and gently
dry me. My husband was probably drunk; he kept talking on and on the phone, and I couldn't put him down, because I usually listen to
him very patiently.
After he finished drying me, he gently picked me up from the phone. He sat on the sofa, and I sat on his lap listening to my husband's call. We
were naked, and I could feel his erection beneath me. At first, he patiently stroked me from behind, but later,
the harassment gradually intensified. Later, he simply put his hand inside me again. I glared at him, but it was no use; I could only let him do as he pleased.
At this moment, my husband picked me up, moved me to the sofa, spread my legs, and penetrated me again, saying, "You seem to have come very quickly today."
He then lifted my hand and started kissing my breasts. My voice and his words became distorted from his sucking. My husband asked me what was wrong on the other end of the phone. I said
nothing , just that some mosquitoes were biting me.
But before I finished speaking, my nipple... He gently bit me, which was really both funny and frustrating. I had to answer my husband's phone call,
and I also had to appease him, while he effortlessly pierced my most sensitive spot. And while he was doing it, he kept swaying from side to side, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
I just smiled at him and continued working.
Suddenly, he inserted his penis... I was stunned. He was so angry I could barely breathe. Then I told my husband, "Another big mosquito! It's been biting me all over!"
My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing.
At this point, he had already started thrusting from behind me. I really didn't have the energy to deal with my husband's phone call anymore. I just quickly told my husband, "I
can't take it anymore , I'll call you back later," and then I hung up. I lay on the sofa, trying to turn around several times, but he forcefully blocked me each time. In his vigorous
thrusting, I experienced another orgasm. His penis was clearly more erect than my husband's; my husband could only reach that position if I sat on top of him.
I went to the bathroom.
Suddenly, he stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside me.
I said it was up to him, even though I really wanted him to ejaculate inside me. But when he asked me that, I felt a sense of satisfaction.
After a while, I told him he couldn't. I slipped in the phone while answering; if my husband found out, I'd be in big trouble. But he didn't say anything.
He carried me back to the bathroom.
When I came out again, I was completely weak, my legs trembling. Then I remembered my husband was waiting for my call, so I lay down in the bedroom and called him
.
My husband didn't notice anything unusual; he just told me to rest early and hung up.
While I was on the phone with my husband, I thought he was getting dressed to go home. But to my surprise, he came in completely naked.
"This is your wedding photo," he said, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."
I reached out and played with his penis, asking, "Can it still get hard?" "If you want it, it can get hard again," he said
. "I don't believe it!" "I want more," I joked.
He smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and pressed down, saying, "Really want more?" I nodded with a grin. As I looked up, I saw
my husband 's wedding photo, and a fleeting unease crossed my heart.
However, with his kisses, I quickly forgot about it. Then, I noticed that his penis, after two orgasms, wasn't very hard anymore;
it felt soft to the touch.
At that moment, he whispered in my ear, "Is your husband's penis big?" I didn't really want to answer. I didn't want to betray my husband by asking him this question. However,
unable to withstand his repeated questioning, I truthfully told him, "It's not as long as yours, but it's thicker." "How does your husband usually make love with you?" "
After penetration, he rarely has an orgasm—" As I spoke, I noticed his penis gradually hardening again in my hand. I thought it was strange;
he was so amazing. To thank him for the pleasure he brought me tonight, I climbed back to his penis and kissed it.
His penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and immediately, he wanted to penetrate me again.
I was used to his business trips; I only told him to drink less alcohol and be more careful with his phone before hanging up.
I said, "I can't take it anymore; it feels like I've already given you..." "It's scratched. If it happens again, I won't be able to do anything for my husband when he comes home tomorrow." Saying this,
I started sucking hard with my mouth. I knew he had already ejaculated twice, and it would take a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband had told me that as a mature
man, to tire him out before he ejaculates again, I should lick the glans penis where he ejaculates, and ideally, continuously stimulate it with my hand. When I was pregnant,
I often stimulated my husband like this.
After I did this on top of him, I could feel his extreme discomfort and pain under my stimulation. He tossed and turned, and just
when I thought my hand was getting tired, he forcefully pressed my head down, preventing me from lifting it. I could only suck on his penis and stroke it, "thump, thump, thump—" Although not much... However
, I felt a warm current flowing into me, and my whole body seemed to relax. We lay on the sofa for a while, until
he reached another climax under my kisses.
I took it all in. It tasted so good.
In the time that followed, although he often secretly told me he wanted to be with me, I always refused. I thought, once is okay, twice is okay, but if it happens
too many times, maybe it won't feel the same as I imagined. I still love my husband very much .
On the way home, I didn't say a word, my face felt like it was burning red. At this moment, Zhang Li, while driving, put one hand on my thigh. For the
next five years, we have always loved each other dearly and have a three-year-old boy.

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