Women who crave infidelity

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My internet age is very, very long! Perhaps I could be considered a digital native (and you can probably guess my age: I'm a typical middle-aged man). I majored in computer science in college, so I started using the internet when I was using dial-up. Back then, you needed to log in to a Yinghaiwei Time and Space account; if you're from that era, you should know about Yinghaiwei Time and Space.

At that time, I mainly used the internet to read news, especially overseas news, since it was relatively easy to access overseas websites back then.

Then, a few years later, I was having dinner with two young traffic police friends. After drinking, they started bragging about how they chatted and dated with netizens online. This piqued my curiosity; I realized the internet could be so fun!

So I registered a QQ account (it was a 5-digit number, but unfortunately, I haven't used it in a long time and forgot the password). After a while, I added quite a few netizens, seemingly from all over the country, both men and women. It was mostly just chatting and bragging.

She was my first online friend. Since we lived in different cities, I never imagined we'd meet. One day, I was really anxious (I genuinely considered her a friend then), so I said, "If you insist on having an affair with a man, you'd better find someone safe, reliable, and experienced. Ideally, not someone you know well." She said she didn't have any such friends, unless it was me. I was already married then and always felt I couldn't betray my wife. So I said you couldn't contact me because I was married and couldn't let my family down.

This stalemate lasted another week. She still insisted she could only have an affair with me, or she could just find some other online friend.

I was really worried about her safety with other people (mainly worried about their health), so I said, "If it really comes down to it, I'll sacrifice myself." She said, "You make it sound so noble..." I had already agreed, so I had to take leave from work, saying I needed to attend a meeting on the weekend (the company often had weekend meetings, and it had happened before; my family hadn't suspected anything, but I still felt really guilty towards her). On the agreed-upon Saturday, she took a bus to my city, stayed near the station, and left me a message on her pager. Back then, there were no cell phones, only pagers.

I quickly took a taxi there, and she came downstairs to meet me. That was our first meeting.

My impression was that she was taller than I had imagined. I had pictured her as petite, but she was tall and voluptuous (I always thought tall and voluptuous women were very attractive and would have a hard time remaining celibate). She was probably around 165cm tall. Since I'm a little over 170cm, she was wearing heels and seemed a bit taller than me. She had a large bust. It was summer, and she was wearing a dress, so I could see her prominent breasts. I suddenly felt incredibly lucky. Perhaps it was because of her profession (working at a school) that she seemed rather naive. After we met, she didn't say much, but I took the initiative. It wasn't until we got to the room that she became bolder.

She asked if I was disappointed. I said I hadn't expected her to be so beautiful and sexy. I had been thinking about how I must have done a lot of good deeds in my past life, so this was a reward from heaven.

She said it was good that I wasn't disappointed; she had worried I would be.

I said I wouldn't be. I'll never forget it (indeed, I've met many online friends since, but the impression she left on me remains deep and clear): I remember her saying, "If you're not disappointed, treat me well in a bit. I want to keep this experience in my heart. Also, we won't see each other again; I don't want to let my husband down after we get married."

I said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll definitely cherish you. We won't see each other again."

After we agreed, she went to take a shower. When she came out, she wasn't wearing any clothes, just a towel. I saw her hands, feet, thighs, and neck outside the towel—everywhere was alluring. I felt a little overwhelmed, so I quickly went back into the shower. Remembering it was her first time, I took a long time, even brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, feeling exceptionally clean before coming out. When she saw me come out, she joked, "I thought you were too scared again."

I said, "You've come all this way, it would be such a shame to give up..." After saying that, I took the initiative to hug her and slowly began to kiss her: lips, neck, ears, nipples, chest, stomach, back, and inner thighs. When I kissed her inner thighs, her legs involuntarily crossed and clamped together. When I kissed her clitoris, her whole body trembled and she said it was itchy. I asked where it itched, and she said her whole body was itchy... When I saw that she was already very wet, I gently opened her legs and went in. I saw her brow furrow slightly and asked her, "Are you uncomfortable?" She said it felt a little swollen and uncomfortable, like there was something there. Then I went in a little more, and she wrinkled her nose again. When I was about a third of the way in, she said it hurt a little. I quickly kissed her lips, then her earlobe, until her eyes were glazed over. She said, "Keep going, I want more..." When I pushed in harder, I heard a soft "pop," like the sound of a wine bottle opening. I saw her biting her lip, so I didn't dare move. After a while, she said, "You can move now..." This time, it felt like it took a long time, and I was very tired. That night, we both slept very soundly.

The next morning, we did it again before getting up for breakfast. During breakfast, she was noticeably more active than the day before. She said, "You worked hard last night, eat more. Eat more eggs to replenish yourself..." After breakfast, we went back to the room and watched TV for a while. I asked her what time she was going back, and she said she had to leave at eleven. We checked the time and it was still okay, so we enjoyed ourselves one more time.

When I took her to the station, she said, "Thank you for giving me such a wonderful feeling. I'll go back and live a good life with my husband." You better treat your wife well when you get home, and don't you dare cheat on her again... I kept my promise not to see her, but unfortunately, I couldn't keep my promise not to cheat. And so began my absurd yet joyful dating journey...
[The End]

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