My Sexual Confession as a Married Woman -- Repost

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My name is Xiaoyue, I'm 30 years old, and I'm an assistant manager at a state-owned enterprise. Like other office workers, I'm very busy with work, going to and from get off work every day. Before I got married, I was completely unfamiliar with sex. Although I had already experienced the passion of sex during my school years, I was relatively conservative back then. I was always hesitant and reluctant during sex, never daring to let loose, and always maintaining a sense of girlish reserve. Even when my ex-boyfriend broke my hymen, while my genitals were in pain, I still felt that sex was nothing special. For a while, I didn't find it very interesting; I was just going along with my ex-boyfriend or trying to please him and satisfy his desires. In addition, I had a psychological aversion to sex before I got married, which led to me not being very sensitive during sex with my ex-boyfriend. Basically, in the limited number of times men had sex with me, I didn't feel much, and even felt some aversion. Last year, I got married. After marrying my husband, I felt liberated both psychologically and physically. For a while after the wedding, my husband and I went crazy for several months. During that time, whenever he had time, my husband would put his penis inside me. Gradually, I got used to sex. Whenever my husband touched my vagina, my vagina would flow uncontrollably. I started to realize that deep down I was actually quite horny, yearning for sex with men and to be penetrated. So, I became madly in love with porn. For a while, I started imitating the actions in porn. Speaking of porn, I prefer Japanese porn because although I'm not tall, I have a well-proportioned figure and fair skin. I'm especially confident about my breasts—they're perky and full. The Western women in porn are generally tall and large, with prominent breasts and huge vaginas, which I always felt a little uncomfortable with. Western porn feels uninteresting, lacking variety; it's always like animals running around, thrusting for half an hour straight. I feel I still hope for something like Japanese porn—full of interest, excitement, and uncertainty—that's the biggest allure of porn for me. My husband downloaded porn for me when I first started watching it. After that, I think I loved it even more than he did. I loved the scenes of penises thrusting into vaginas, the sounds of men licking vaginas, the way actresses were being beaten while bent over, the scenes of girlfriends leaning out of car windows and being brutally penetrated, and the scenes of actresses being gang-raped by a group of men, as well as the positions and sensations of actresses sucking a row of men's penises (I didn't dare tell my husband I liked these two scenes, but in fact, every time my husband had sex with me, I especially hoped for these scenes to happen). All of this made me deeply love porn, and I kept trying to incorporate it into my sex life with my husband. One night, after showering, I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about these things. My husband, who had been very busy with work lately, quickly fell asleep next to me, but I wasn't sleepy at all, especially with those sex scenes in my mind. I took off my pajamas, reached down to my breasts, and started gently rubbing them. I couldn't help but think of Mr. Wang from my workplace, fantasizing about him having sex with me again. Soon, my breasts were completely wet. But I felt even more lonely and restless, so I got up and pulled down my sleeping husband's pants. To be honest, my husband's penis wasn't very big, something I only realized later after comparing. I took it all in one bite. Thinking it was Mr. Wang's penis, I started sucking hard. My husband felt something in his sleep, and his penis became hard. I licked his testicles with my tongue and gently bit his penis with my teeth, while simultaneously reaching out to pinch and knead his nipples. Soon, he woke up. Seeing my slutty state, my big white penis sticking out, my mouth incessantly licking his cock, I was incredibly excited. My husband pulled my hands in front of him and started licking my vagina with his tongue. I moaned excitedly, and my husband's desire was aroused. He pulled his penis out of my mouth, spread my already wet vagina, and thrust into my vagina from behind, pumping rapidly. I started moaning excitedly. "Oh, oh... spank my ass, I can't take it anymore, spank my ass!" I twisted my penis wildly, and my husband reached out and spanked my penis, slap, slap, slap... I screamed wildly: "Husband, thrust harder into my cunt, faster, faster!" My passion kept rising with my husband spanking my ass, and when I came, I felt like I was flying... Later, I felt more and more that my husband couldn't satisfy my needs. My husband was a tech developer, not tall, very thin, and you could see his ribs when he rolled up his clothes. Perhaps due to work, his penis lacked stamina, always ejaculating just when I wanted to continue. Also, his penis wasn't very big; at least I felt it couldn't fully fill my vagina. So, over time, I gradually started to have some complaints about him. Of course, as his wife, I tried my best to arouse his desire in various ways. For example, I would buy him some open-crotch pantyhose to show him, and I would imitate Japanese actresses by licking his entire body, including his anus and every toe. I even considered having him penetrate my anus at one point, but ultimately I was somewhat disappointed. Perhaps my husband is just a man who doesn't understand romance, and coupled with his small penis and thin physique, my interest in having sex with him gradually diminished. I spent more time watching porn and fantasizing about having a stronger man give me new passion. (II) Seducing the Boss to Have Sex To be honest, I secretly like to call myself a slut; these two words make me feel very feminine and satisfied. Normally, I appear quite refined and demure, but when I meet a man I like, I'll pretend to be innocent, always subtly revealing my slutty side (I like this nickname in private). For example, I'll show more of my chest and often bend over while doing things, so that people opposite me can see my breasts, and I enjoy seeing men's eyes. I'll also wear thongs, and then wear a light-colored, thin, low-rise panty over them that shows the thong's lines, so that when I walk, people behind me can see my round and firm buttocks. When talking to people, I often make small gestures, such as fidgeting, gesturing, or making inappropriate movements. I also tend to be shy and reserved. The Mr. Wang I mentioned above is the head of a department in our company, and I am one of his assistants. I was ultimately interviewed and hired by Mr. Wang, and because the salary was quite good, I am very grateful to him. Mr. Wang is a very strong-looking man, but he speaks very politely. Sometimes, when he talks about dirty jokes with his colleagues, he even blushes. This was unexpected. A woman like me, outwardly calm but inwardly horny and promiscuous, would always imagine what he was like in bed, how long and thick his penis was, what it felt like inside me, what it would be like in my mouth… With these thoughts, I would often unconsciously picture Mr. Wang when my husband was having sex with me or when I was masturbating—his strong pectoral muscles, his bulging crotch. I had been looking for a suitable opportunity to seduce Mr. Wang and make him submit. Recently, the company had been very busy, and I often worked overtime until late at night, so I finally got the opportunity I had been dreaming of. It was already 8 pm, and Mr. Wang was still busy in his office. I was helping him organize some documents. There were also a few other salespeople working in the company. After I finished organizing my documents, I knocked on the door and entered Mr. Wang's office. That day, I was wearing a low-cut tank top, my breasts were faintly visible, a light blue jacket over it, and a skirt that was neither too long nor too short. I sat down opposite Mr. Wang and handed him the documents. He was busy typing on his computer, his brow furrowed. He glanced at my documents and said, "Xiaoyue, take a look at this business contract." I leaned over to look at his computer, but it wasn't very convenient because of the desk in between. Mr. Wang said, "Come over here and take a closer look." I moved behind the desk and stood next to Mr. Wang. We both huddled together looking at the computer. As we looked, I inexplicably pressed my face against Mr. Wang's. He abruptly pulled away, blushing, and gave me an awkward smile. At that moment, I felt a surge of excitement, a vague, inexplicable impulse rising within me. I smiled awkwardly back at Mr. Wang, turned back towards the computer, but my hand slipped, and I ended up half-falling into Mr. Wang's arms. In that instant, I lay in Mr. Wang's embrace. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and almost simultaneously, our lips met. Mr. Wang breathed heavily through his nostrils, his tongue slipping into my mouth, and I accepted it without resistance.We intertwined our tongues, and I began to suckle Mr. Wang's tongue tenderly. At that moment, no words were needed. Mr. Wang placed his hand on my leg, groping back and forth through my stockings. My vagina was already wet. I steeled myself, grabbed Mr. Wang's hand, and guided it to my private parts. Mr. Wang, receiving this hint, understood my intentions completely. He opened his palm and began to gently caress my vagina through my panties. As he stroked, I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth, our tongues swirling together wildly, savoring the saliva fueled by hormones. This feeling wasn't something you could get from just a few casual thrusts. The excitement, the tentative exploration, and the secret desires we each harbored—this wonderful feeling melted my entire being. Writing this, I want to say, sisters, if you have the chance, try this strange and novel experience of love. It didn't last long, about five minutes. We both got up. I saw that Mr. Wang's face was very red, a little shy, and his crotch was erect. Seeing this, my intuition told me that Mr. Wang was probably captivated by me, and that his penis was definitely not small. I didn't say anything, went up and kissed Mr. Wang's cheek, turned around and walked out, thinking that Mr. Wang's desire should be aroused now. For a while afterward, I deliberately didn't see him alone, usually talking to him when a third person was present. Seeing Mr. Wang's embarrassed smile, I was overjoyed. Of course, I was also waiting for an opportunity, to find the right balance, hoping for a crazy experience to explore the mystery of Mr. Wang's penis. I often went to Mr. Wang's office to help him organize documents, and also to water the plants. One morning, I went to Mr. Wang's office to water the plants on his desk. As soon as I entered, there was no one else in the office. I felt Mr. Wang's burning gaze on me. I casually closed the door and walked straight to his office. Before I could even stand properly, Mr. Wang stood up and pulled me into his arms. I sat on his lap with my back against him, motionless, letting his lips lightly kiss my face and his hands caress my chest and thighs. I felt his large penis slowly rising beneath me, like a steel rod. I said, "Mr. Wang, don't rush, don't let anyone see." Mr. Wang mumbled, "It's okay, it's in my office, no one will see." My interest was piqued; I was agitated by Mr. Wang's penis. I turned around, climbed on top of Mr. Wang, and reached to undo his belt. Mr. Wang cooperated, and as soon as it came off, his penis sprang out. Mr. Wang said embarrassedly, "Oh, I don't usually wear underwear." I looked at Mr. Wang's penis; it was thick but not too dark, the glans swollen and purplish-red, and fluid was already seeping from the urethral opening. I squinted and looked at Mr. Wang with deep affection, my gaze perfectly timed, revealing a hint of tenderness and affection. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and took Mr. Wang's penis into my mouth. Instantly, I felt it slide into my throat, followed by the saliva secreted in my mouth. I began to suckle, while Mr. Wang comfortably lay back in his boss's chair, trying to raise his penis as I rubbed it with my hands. At this moment, a knock sounded on the door. Mr. Wang tensed up, leaning his body against the desk, accidentally squeezing me under it. At the same time, the door opened, and it was salesman Xiao Zhang. Mr. Wang remained seated, saying, "Why did you just barge in like that?" Xiao Zhang, unaware that I was still sucking Mr. Wang's penis under the desk, said casually, "Mr. Wang, there's something urgent. The Guiyang project is about to be tendered, but we can't finalize the price. I need to talk to you about it." He didn't stand on ceremony and immediately sat down on the opposite sofa. Mr. Wang, having no other choice, said, "You decide what to do. Just a low price, like before." To be honest, I was both nervous and excited at the time. Except for my tongue licking Mr. Wang's glans, I didn't move at all. I thought, if I could suck Mr. Wang's penis until it was wet in front of a third person, that would be truly exciting. I have to admire Mr. Wang's ability to remain composed in the business world for so many years. During the few minutes he was talking to Xiao Zhang, he managed to maintain a very calm demeanor. I was incredibly impressed. After Xiao Zhang left, I had almost finished my work. With one hand kneading Mr. Wang's testicles and the other gently rubbing his anus, I used my mouth forcefully. After a few strokes, Mr. Wang ejaculated. To further stimulate him, I stood up and swallowed his semen under his gaze. Looking into Mr. Wang's eyes, I knew I had him completely under my control this time. I've always had this idea in my heart: to have a strong man and make love freely with me. As long as this man is someone I like, I'm willing to do anything. As a woman, I think being able to make love like this is a woman's greatest desire for sex. Don't other women think the same way? I'm a realistic woman, and I hope I can enjoy all kinds of wonderful sex. ********** ... Men are indeed impulsive creatures; their primary requirement for sex with a woman is sexual satisfaction, and they can temporarily abandon everything for this purpose. Women, however, are different. Even if a woman deeply desires to be with a man, she always has a bottom line. This bottom line is precisely the source of my dilemma: maintaining my libido while avoiding conflict with my family life. Therefore, this situation unfolded slowly under these circumstances. So, most of the time, although I had many desires for sex, I mostly satisfied my desires through various fantasies. Because, at that time, my bottom line was simply having the opportunity to find pleasure, to fill the void left by my husband's inability to satisfy my desires, and to fulfill my sexual fantasies in pornographic films. In addition, my husband hadn't been very good to me for a while. After two years of marriage, our passion gradually faded, and we, like other couples, began a mundane and tasteless life, arguing over trivial matters. I, with my strong personality, often acted out of revenge against my husband, coupled with my admiration for Mr. Wang, which led me to boldly pursue sex. From my first day at the company, I had a very good impression of Mr. Wang. The main reason for this was that I compared him to my husband: In terms of communication, my husband works in technical research, is very busy, speaks in a dull and monotonous manner, and only knows how to follow procedures; Mr. Wang, on the other hand, is a senior executive, witty and humorous, knows how to get things done, how to communicate effectively, is kind and approachable, and exudes personal charm. In terms of sex, my husband's penis is indeed small, and now when we have sex, we basically just jump right in without considering each other's feelings, and then we just go to sleep. Mr. Wang, however, is different. He has strong pectoral muscles, a large penis, is very good at creating an atmosphere, and is very gentle and caring towards me. His frequent sweet words are very pleasing to me, and because we are having an affair, the whole process is exciting, especially satisfying my sexual needs. As a result, some of my sexual desires resonate with Mr. Wang, while I find it difficult to talk about them with my husband. My seduction of Mr. Wang wasn't driven by financial gain or personal advancement in the company, as many might assume. It was simply to fill the void in my marriage. I'm not the kind of woman who'd sleep with any man; in fact, I despise that kind of woman. I love Mr. Wang, and if neither of us were married, perhaps we could have been a happy couple. But now I'm married. Once, I asked Mr. Wang if we could both divorce and start our own families. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly and firmly refused. For this reason, I maintain a certain distance from Mr. Wang. I don't want to hurt my family, and I especially don't want to hurt my husband. In the previous chapter, I described in detail our passionate encounter in the office. Many people think I'm promiscuous and cheap, but in reality, this only happened after we had developed a relationship. After our first kiss in the office, and after realizing our feelings for each other, we entered a period of emotional turmoil. During this time, I hesitated and tried my best to maintain my bottom line. I didn't want to suddenly bring the relationship into my life and leave me at a loss. Therefore, I would refuse Mr. Wang's requests at appropriate times. This would make Mr. Wang look like an ant on a hot pan, at a loss. He would stop when he thought that our relationship was going to be a natural progression and let it go.One evening at work, I had a dinner appointment with a client. I went to Mr. Wang's office to ask for leave, hoping to leave a little earlier so I could get to the restaurant before my client. At the time, I had a piece of preserved plum in my mouth. As soon as I entered the office, Mr. Wang pulled me behind the door and gave me a long kiss. I instinctively put the plum in his mouth as well. He agreed to let me leave early and said he could come with me because he also had something to do and could give me a ride. I gladly agreed. Mr. Wang went out and hailed a taxi. We both sat in the back and asked the driver to take us to the restaurant where we had arranged to meet the client. Once we got on the main road, the traffic was terrible. Luckily, the taxi's air conditioning was good. Mr. Wang and I sat in the back of the taxi and started chatting about company matters. I was wearing a dress that day, and sitting close to Mr. Wang, he kept secretly touching the inside of my thigh while we were talking. Afraid the driver would see, I moved closer to the window and frowned at Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang seemed a little embarrassed. He withdrew his hand, but instead leaned down and grabbed one of my feet, gently removing my sandals. I wasn't wearing stockings that day, just sandals on my bare feet. Mr. Wang pulled my foot into his lap, gently playing with it as if it were a precious treasure, not caring whether my foot was dirty or not. I started to feel a little embarrassed and tried to pull my foot away, but Mr. Wang's strong hand held it tightly, preventing me from moving. In an instant, I thought of the novel *Water Margin*, specifically the scene of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian's first meeting. It seemed that Ximen Qing was also fondling and caressing Pan Jinlian's bound feet, a passage filled with sensual desire. Suddenly, I felt a stirring within me, an involuntary excitement, and I felt my genitals become wet—a sign of impending sexual desire. Under Mr. Wang's caresses, I half-reclined on the back seat of the taxi, muttering almost involuntarily, "I'm really a little tired today." As I spoke, I placed both feet within Mr. Wang's reach. Mr. Wang gently removed my other shoe and began to massage the soles of my feet with his large, rough hands, meticulously rubbing each toe as if giving them a foot massage. My fair feet felt delicate and smooth in his hands, and I felt drowsy from his caresses. I really hoped Mr. Wang would touch my already wet vagina again. Time passed quickly, and we arrived at our destination. I put my shoes back on and got out of the car, but Mr. Wang also got out. I asked, puzzled, "Why did you get out too? Didn't you have something to do?" Mr. Wang chuckled and said, "I just wanted to spend more time with you." To be honest, I was quite touched. Looking at my watch, it was still early, so I said, "How about we go sit in the small park next to the hotel?" Mr. Wang readily agreed, and we walked into the park one after the other. The park wasn't big, but it was full of lush, green groves, and we saw couples arm in arm, kissing affectionately. In a relatively secluded grove, Mr. Wang and I, like the other couples, embraced and kissed. Mr. Wang was a bit impatient, probably because he had been holding back his desire for too long in the car, and so was I. I was eagerly anticipating Mr. Wang's hands to quickly caress my pussy, to the point that I stammered, "Mr. Wang, slow down, slow down, oh, hehehe." Mr. Wang's hand touched my wet pussy, which was already slightly open, with a light trickle of juice. Mr. Wang's fingers easily slipped inside, moving back and forth. I leaned against the tree trunk, head tilted back, and apart from moaning softly, my mind was completely blank. Mr. Wang pulled his wet fingers out and put them in my mouth. I sucked on them forcefully, and then his mouth covered mine. I was extremely excited, and I used my hands to squeeze his already swollen penis through his pants. Mr. Wang picked me up, and I lay flat in his arms like a child. He buried his head deep in my chest, his mouth searching for my two small, soft breasts, his tongue skillfully sucking and licking my erect nipples. I could vaguely hear the sound of his tongue licking my nipples. To be honest, sometimes I couldn't refuse Mr. Wang's sexual advances, but since we had reached an understanding, I didn't want to appear as a third party. Therefore, I didn't want our sex to cause any embarrassment for either of us. For this reason, my affair with Mr. Wang was limited to secret trysts, occasionally moving between my husband and Mr. Wang. My goal was simple: to have passionate sex with the person I loved. (IV) My Car Sex with Mr. Wang Yesterday, I had dinner with a client until very late. All night, I felt his lustful eyes staring at me, as if he wanted to strip me naked. I usually enjoy this kind of situation. I try my best to be flirtatious yet elegant. When pouring drinks for the client, I deliberately acted very focused, bending down as low as possible to expose my half-circles of white breasts, making them eager to be seen by him. When serving food to the client, I deliberately leaned far out, exposing my beautiful white waist, and even trying to expose half of my buttocks (I was wearing low-rise pants), so the client could perhaps catch a glimpse of my cleft. Under such circumstances, things naturally went very smoothly. As you can imagine, the client was very generous and manly in front of me, a woman who was both elegant and unintentionally exposed (at least that's what he thought). The contract was quickly settled, and he personally drove me home. Back home, after washing up, I found my husband already fast asleep in bed. I was exhausted and wanted him to caress me for a while, but looking at him, lying flat on the bed with his head buried in the pillow, his penis inside his briefs seemed to be fast asleep, almost flat from the outside, even slightly concave. I felt a little depressed, completely lacking in sexual desire, and had no desire to take out his penis and lick it like before. So I simply lay down on the bed, naked, with a pillow between my legs, and slowly fell asleep. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, my husband had already left for work. I looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 9 o'clock. Because I had been with a client too late the night before, Mr. Wang said I could come in a little later tomorrow, so I wasn't in a hurry. I washed up naked, ate naked, and finally sat naked in front of the dressing table to get ready. Looking at myself in the mirror, clear and dignified, I couldn't help but feel a little narcissistic. My breasts were medium-sized, not very large, but still quite firm. My lower abdomen was flat, my waist was slim, and my pubic hair was thick and neat, jet black, glistening with the sunlight filtering through the window. I sprayed some perfume on my neck and then on my pubic hair. I really wanted to have sex; I felt a strong urge. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 10:30. I quickly put on a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt and headed out to work. I arrived at the company before noon, only to find out that due to a shortage of supplies, many employees were unable to work due to the pandemic. I was told that the company was short-staffed and had to work overtime. I was also told that my ankle was sore and I was in a bad mood. I wish to greet you with a smile, for you are kind and gentle, and I will be happy to see you again. I am happy to see you again, for you are kind and gentle, and I will be happy to see you again. I am happy to see you again, for you are kind and gentle, and I will be happy to see you again. I am happy to see you again, for you are kind and gentle, and I will be happy to see you again. Mr. Wang drove the car, and I sat in the passenger seat. We drove together out of the company. Mr. Wang asked me, "Xiaoyue, where do you want to eat?" I was bewildered. From the moment I got into Mr. Wang's car, I was in a daze, my mind constantly preoccupied with that matter. My desires from yesterday hadn't been satisfied, leaving me feeling empty. Now, sitting next to Mr. Wang, the desire suddenly surged again. I casually suggested, "Let's go to XX Park. There's a restaurant nearby." Mr. Wang responded and drove towards our destination. Sitting next to Mr. Wang, I glanced at him sideways. His angular face and dark brown arms made me unconsciously place my hand gently on his arm. Mr. Wang glanced at me; he must have seen the subtle desire in my eyes. He didn't say anything, just silently drove. I thought, his penis must be throbbing. When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a large parking lot between the restaurant and the park's small lake. Because it was lunchtime, it was packed with cars. Mr. Wang parked his car at the very back of the parking lot. As soon as the car stopped, Mr. Wang and I kissed lightly. He then reached his hand inside my collar and began to knead my breasts. I felt an overwhelming surge of emotion and, panting, I said, "Mr. Wang, let's go to the back seat."I felt completely consumed by lust at that moment. In the back seat of the car, Mr. Wang started unzipping my pants, and I cooperated. I leaned back on the seat, raising my penis high as he pulled down my pants. He pulled my jeans off my legs and then pulled my white thong to the side, exposing my vulva. He buried his face between my legs, and I felt his tongue licking my pubic hair and vulva. Then, he gently parted my labia with both hands and licked them like a kitten drinking water. My vulva was overflowing with cum, making a series of slapping sounds as he licked. I felt my body floating. I twisted and turned my body so that my penis was facing Mr. Wang's face. He started licking my penis, his tongue constantly penetrating my anus, while his hands caressed my vulva. I couldn't hold back anymore and kept saying, "Mr. Wang, fuck me, fuck my pussy." Upon receiving the order, Mr. Wang quickly pulled out his penis. I could feel the heat of his shaft. With a thrust, he deeply inserted his burning hot penis into my vagina. I writhed back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, involuntarily moaning. Mr. Wang was a little nervous, afraid that passersby outside the car would see, so he put four fingers in my mouth, filling it completely, somewhat like a two-person scene in an adult film. I sucked on Mr. Wang's fingers while his penis was inside me. The car was cramped, and Mr. Wang was half-lying on top of me. Thinking about it now, the position was a bit like a female dog mating with a male dog, and I felt great. With a rapid shudder, Mr. Wang ejaculated. I lay on the back seat, naked and half-protruding, my shirt pushed up to my neck, panting heavily, completely motionless. Mr. Wang took some tissues from the car and carefully wiped my vulva and anus clean. He patted me and said, "Get up, baby, let's go out to eat." [The End]

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