My Third Single Life (A Single Woman's Account, Part Two)

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The next day happened to be the weekend, and perhaps out of some expectation, I made an excuse to work overtime and went to the office to use the internet. Unexpectedly, he was also on duty.

Because few people work overtime on weekends in our company, the entire office building was empty, and I was the only one in the office. Perhaps this premise determined our crazy situation today.
When he learned about my situation, he immediately said he wanted to come over. I told him to focus on his work, but deep down I was still a little hopeful. I loved the feeling of him hugging me tightly. In the end, he took leave and came.

Waiting is always long, even though his workplace wasn't far from mine; that anticipation made the time seem endlessly longer.
When I heard him come upstairs, the excitement was indescribable, and when that feeling of being embraced returned, I was truly intoxicated.

Perhaps it's because we've been married for too long, but we hardly have any intimate gestures anymore. When love transforms into familial affection, these actions are easily overlooked. Even our sex life is very simple, sometimes not even once a month. I understand his work pressure, so I rarely initiate it, afraid of putting him in a difficult position. Men are very sensitive in this regard, and when he realizes he can no longer satisfy his wife, his psychological pressure increases dramatically. I don't want him to face a challenge to his male dignity after enduring the heavy burden of life outside, so I pretend not to want it. Perhaps it's been too long, but it seems I've forgotten that joy, and gradually I've actually started to believe I don't want it anymore.
However, his arrival made me realize how much I longed for that kind of happiness. No matter how old a woman is, she still craves to be pampered. When he held me firmly in his arms, I felt as if I had returned to the season of love, temporarily forgetting my troubles and worries, and even forgetting my age.
Perhaps it was because we were more familiar with each other on our second meeting, or perhaps it was because we weren't disturbed by anyone today, but he seemed very relaxed and at ease. I never expected him to have so many different styles and positions. I don't know where he heard that eating semen can improve skin, but he insisted I eat it. I thought, since he likes it, I'll give it to him. I didn't expect him to be so enthusiastic about it, so it's become a must-do every time we meet.

If my body allows it, I'll stay inside; if it's not safe, I'll let him eat it. As for whether it actually has any effects, I don't care. If we're both happy, I think that's enough.
Perhaps feeling that yesterday's time was too short, I could sense that he intentionally controlled the time today. Fortunately, he had many tricks up his sleeve, so the rhythm didn't feel out of sync. After nearly an hour of this, he finally let go. The two extreme moments of excitement left me feeling lightheaded and weak. After tidying up a bit, we sat down and started chatting.
To my surprise, although he looked like a child, he was very mature, possessing a depth of thought and experience that only a truly shrewd person could have. Despite our significant age difference, we got along quite well, and he had unique insights into topics common to people our age, such as family and children.

I even thought that if I were 20 years younger, I might actually fall in love with him, but I know that's impossible. Actually, my feelings for him right now are hard to define. Love? I think I'm past the age of talking about "love." Perhaps my heart can no longer "love." Maybe it's more like liking, after all, how could we be together without any attraction? But seeing his youthful face, I really can't believe that we could have romantic feelings for each other. In a rational state, I see him more as a mischievous younger brother, and we do indeed address each other as brother and sister. But in moments of passion, I feel like I don't know who he is anymore. My thoughts are chaotic, really chaotic. Maybe he's a man I deeply love, but he's also nobody, because at that moment I don't even know who I am, so how could I know who he is?
Honestly, because of my husband, I rarely reach the peak of excitement. Although we've been married for nearly 20 years, true happiness is rare. And experiencing two orgasms at once is something I've never experienced before. This time, I think I've been conquered by him. I've slowly transformed from a lady into a lustful woman. I never thought sex could be as addictive as a drug. I really don't know whether I should thank him or run away from him.
Because it was the weekend, he sneaked out again in the afternoon, and we had another round of lovemaking. It seems young men are indeed physically strong; in less than 24 hours, he wanted it three times. Judging from his expression, if time allowed, he really wanted to do it a few more times. Suddenly, I felt that even creation has its flaws. When I was younger, my husband was always demanding, but I had no interest whatsoever. His temperament led to a lack of communication and understanding in our sex life; everything was based on his pleasure, and I felt like I had no pleasure at all. Although he was young once too, I never had the slightest interest then. And when I did develop interest, he was no longer young, and everything was missed.

Thinking about it, without him, my life might have remained mundane, without any waves or color. His appearance shattered all of that. He made me ecstatic, caused me sleepless nights, made me anxious, but he also gave me more color, allowing me to live a vibrant and authentic life.

He showed me that I could be like this.

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