My first experience of cheating

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As time goes by, the passion between husband and wife fades. My wife and I are both very traditional people, and our sex life is quite conventional. When we want it, I'll climb on top, penetrate, and then get off. There are no positions or foreplay; the purpose is clear, the actions are simple, and it's over. Despite this, I never thought about finding other women. At most, I'd make a few jokes with other women to vent my frustrations. But in the end, I was dragged down by another woman, and I had an affair.
Although many people say I'm very popular with women, whether at work or at gatherings with friends, women enjoy chatting and laughing with me. This is probably because I'm approachable, and according to my friends, I'm quite knowledgeable and have a broad range of interests, so many people enjoy talking to me. However, I've never had any particular feelings for women, no matter how beautiful they are. I hang out with them, go to parties, sing (by the way, I sing very well, that's a well-known fact), dance, and go on outings, but there have never been any intimate gestures. I'm a family man. Outside of work, besides hanging out with friends, my focus is on providing a high-quality life for my wife and children. Through my continuous efforts, my life has changed significantly. While not wealthy, I have good taste and am quite well-known among my friends.
That summer was very hot. I met L through work. L was a lecturer at a prestigious university; her father was a deputy director-level official, and her husband was a university professor based in Shanghai. She lived alone in university-allocated housing. Although she lived a life of luxury, she must have felt lonely inside. Coupled with her husband's absence, she often found herself in a difficult position when it came to tasks that men could handle. Therefore, after we got to know each other, she often asked me to help with things that men could do, such as changing gas cylinders or picking up family members. I'm a straightforward person, and seeing her wasn't easy, so I always helped her to the best of my ability whenever she asked. We also often went out together with my friends. There was nothing particularly romantic between us, and I never had any other thoughts.
However, it happened when I wasn't expecting it. One day, she called to say her gas was out and asked me to change the cylinder. I drove over, changed it for her, and carried it upstairs for her. It was so hot; I was sweating profusely, my shirt soaked through. She asked me to sit down and rest for a while until I cooled down. I sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. In a flash, I saw her taking off her clothes. I was startled and quickly turned away. Feeling a little awkward, I said I had to go. She said, "Wait a minute, I'll make you some tea." She knew I liked tea, but given the circumstances, I couldn't wait there. I had to leave. I said I had work to do and had to go back to the office. I stood up. To my surprise, she walked towards me wearing a bra and shorts, pressed me down on the sofa, and said with a smile, "What's the rush? Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My face flushed instantly; I knew I was blushing, and I felt embarrassed. She, however, seemed oblivious, saying, "Sit for a bit. I'm going to take a shower. After I'm done, I'll make you a pot of good tea. I have something to tell you." I calmed myself down and thought it wasn't a big deal. Was she going to force herself on me if I didn't want to? I'm a grown man, after all. Besides, even though we were face-to-face, my eyes weren't wandering, and my penis remained perfectly still. I had no intention of doing anything. Oh well, I'll just wait. If I don't think about it, nothing will happen, right?
She went over and turned on the TV, then headed towards the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the air. I started to concentrate on watching the news. But my ears weren't listening; I couldn't help but listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom. My mind was also a bit scattered. My shirt, which had already dried, felt damp again, sticking uncomfortably to my skin. I also wanted to take a shower to refresh myself. I told myself not to think about those distracting thoughts, but my mind kept drifting uncontrollably towards the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard her calling me. We didn't move, but her voice grew louder. This time I heard clearly; she was definitely calling me. I answered, and she said, "Get me a towel, I forgot to bring it." What? I thought I misheard. She repeated herself. To get it or not to get it? I hesitated, feeling myself getting hot, and my legs felt heavy. She urged me from inside. I stood up, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bathroom. Standing at the door, I felt hot all over, and my hands trembled slightly. After calming myself, I gently knocked. To my surprise, the door was ajar. With another gentle knock, it opened. In the swirling steam, I saw her, naked, standing directly in front of me under the showerhead. Blood rushed to my head; I felt stunned, my mind blank. My wife and I had been married for years, but we had never showered together, and I had never really looked at her while she showered. Today was the first time I had actually seen a naked woman showering. Steam swirled around her, water droplets rolling gently down her smooth skin. She had a great figure, not very tall, only about 1.56 meters, but with curves in all the right places. Her skin was fair and smooth, without any blemishes. Her breasts were large and firm; they must feel wonderful to touch. The two nipples were slightly pink and trembling. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and below her lay the most mysterious part of a woman's body, covered by a soft, slightly sparse layer of pubic hair, enticing her alluring figure. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it, assaulting my eardrums. Without looking, without feeling, I knew my manly prowess was already standing proudly erect. She saw me? I smiled sweetly, reaching for a towel. I snapped back to reality, quickly handing her the towel and turning to sit on the sofa. I lit another cigarette, trying to calm myself, silently reminding myself that I was a married man with children, and I couldn't have any thoughts about other women; I had to be true to my wife and my marriage. Strangely, as I desperately tried to convince myself, my mind kept drifting towards the bathroom, unable to recall what my life with my wife was like.
She hadn't closed the bathroom door. There was a large mirror on the bathroom wall, facing the sofa where I was sitting, so I could see her clearly from the sofa. I watched as she lathered her entire body with shower gel, then began a full-body massage, gently rubbing her neck first, then her arms, before moving her palms down to her breasts, massaging in circles, occasionally pinching and gently rubbing her nipples. I felt a surge of adrenaline, an urge to rush over and forcefully suckle her breasts and nipples. After washing her breasts, her hands moved down to her abdomen, slowly rubbing around her navel with one hand. Then she turned her body, and I saw her plump buttocks and deep cleft in the mirror. She reached out and first grasped and squeezed her buttocks, then rubbed them vigorously. After rubbing them all, she reached her right hand deep into her cleft, stroking it while rinsing it with water. Her movements were slow, as if she were indulging in self-admiration. After washing her back, she turned around and began washing that part of her body that men longed for most. (To be continued)

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