My wife's confession of infidelity (2)

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From then on, I officially became Qin Dalong's mistress. He frequently found opportunities to come to our city (which is very close to the provincial capital, only a two-hour drive by highway), or he would come without any reason at all, staying for a day or two or three days. Whenever he came, I was always at his beck and call, finding various opportunities to have illicit affairs with him behind my husband's back. Fortunately, my husband was either on a business trip or busy at his company, so as long as it was during the day, I didn't even need to lie to him. I could sneak out of my company at any time to meet with Qin Dalong, and sometimes I would even use business as an excuse not to go to the company at all.
On many mornings after Qin Dalong's arrival, after seeing my husband off to work, I would drop my son off at school faster than usual and then drive quickly to Qin Dalong's home in the city.
As soon as we entered the house, we couldn't wait to kiss and tussle, our breaths rising and falling as we moved towards the bedroom, trembling as we undressed each other, tossing our clothes onto the sofa, dressing table, and floor, until we were both naked and lying on the bed. I would even impatiently grab his penis and try to insert it into my vagina, and the room would be filled with my wanton moans…
On days like these, I would often spend the whole day with him in the room, making love—sleeping—making love again after waking up, a cycle that repeated itself, living a life of blissful oblivion in one climax after another. Meanwhile, my husband was at the company, in meetings with his subordinates or negotiating with clients.
Many afternoons, I would get out of Qin Dalong's bed, get dressed, and rush to pick up my son from school. Once, I overslept in Qin Dalong's arms and woke up to find it was well past school dismissal time. I cursed myself inwardly as I rushed to school. When my son, who had been waiting for me, threw himself into my arms and wailed, my heart broke with guilt.
One moment I was a complete slut, the next a devoted wife and mother. I constantly switched between these two drastically different roles, almost tearing my personality apart, which caused me immense pain. Yet, the allure of sex kept me hooked, and I enjoyed it immensely.
Sometimes, when Qin Dalong wasn't there, I would even contact him on WeChat, and he would tease me.
"Baby, is your pussy itchy again?"
"Mmm," I would reply.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes..."
"What do you want? Say it."
"I want...I want your big dick to fuck me..."
Seeing my lewd words, he smiled with satisfaction, "Wait for me, baby, I'll be fucking you soon."
Just a few words were enough to soak my panties, anticipating his arrival, yearning for his penis to penetrate my vagina and thrust hard. At that moment, I sadly realized that he was my master, and what he used to control me was sex that made me unable to extricate myself.
But I knew that my relationship with Qin Dalong was purely physical. He had a wife and several lovers, while I still loved my husband. But my love for my husband still couldn't stop me from frequently meeting with Qin Dalong. Every time I came to his room, we made love wildly. He especially liked me giving him oral sex, and by this time, under his tutelage, my oral skills were already very good.
One afternoon, I left work early and rushed to the supermarket to buy some things, preparing to go home and cook a sumptuous dinner for my husband. That day, my husband unusually came home for dinner, and we agreed that he would pick up our son from school while I went to buy groceries.
I received a call from Qin Dalong, who said he was in City C and wanted me to come to his house. I told him on the phone, "I'm afraid I can't today; I have to go back and cook for my husband."
Qin Dalong chuckled teasingly, "Really? What a virtuous wife and loving mother! Your husband is so lucky to have such a wonderful wife!"
His words made me feel incredibly embarrassed.
"How about this? You come over, just for a few words, and I have a gift for you."
"How about tomorrow?" "
I have to rush back to the provincial capital first thing tomorrow morning, come on over!"
I checked the time and figured I could still make it, so I agreed.
I drove to Qin Dalong's apartment complex, went upstairs, and rang the doorbell. Qin Dalong opened the door and appeared in the doorway, saying to me, "What bad luck, the cleaning lady is inside cleaning."
I was a little annoyed and said irritably, "Then why did you call me here? You're wasting my time."
He pulled me to the corner of the stairs and smiled, "Haven't seen you for days, missed you!"
He pulled a delicate little box from his pocket, took out a platinum necklace, and said to me, "Darling, this is a gift for you, wear it."
I wasn't too keen on accepting his gift and said, "I don't want it."
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"I'm with you not for your money... take it back!"
"Then what are you with?"
His usual mischievous smile appeared on his face, "Hmm, because you're happy with me, right?"
"You... you're so annoying." I blushed and pinched him.
By then, due to physical pleasure, I had developed a kind of attachment to him and would occasionally act coquettishly towards him.
He laughed and said, "I thought this necklace really suited you, so I bought it. Besides, I've already bought it, do you expect me to throw it away or give it to another woman?"
"You wouldn't dare!" I grabbed his collar and scolded him playfully.
He laughed again, "Here, let me put it on you."
When he put the necklace on me, I felt sweet inside, a feeling of being pampered by a man, a feeling I hadn't received from my husband in a long time.
"Does it look good?" I gently stroked the pendant of the necklace, a shy expression appearing on my face.
"It looks good, I told you it suited you."
We chatted and laughed in the dim light of the stairwell. While he was talking to me, one of his hands landed on my buttocks and caressed me (that day I was wearing my company uniform, a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and a tight-fitting short skirt, which made my figure look even taller and fuller).
Afraid of being seen by passersby, I pushed his groping hand away. He put it back on and continued to caress me, so I just ignored him.
“If you don’t go in, what if your cleaning lady sees you and tells your wife?” I said. I had heard Qin Dalong mention that his cleaning lady was a distant relative of his wife in City C.
“She dares? I’ll fire her…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Seduced by my alluring posture, Qin Dalong embraced me, kissing and caressing me. I dodged his lips, saying, “No, be careful they really see us.”
“It’s okay, no one will come here. We haven’t seen each other for days, don’t you miss me?”
“No.” I said, blushing.
“Really? While I was away, did your husband satisfy you?”
I was speechless, pushed him away, straightened my clothes, and said, “I need to go back and cook. Thank you for the gift.”
Just as I was about to leave, he grabbed me and pulled me back into his arms. I couldn't help but kiss him passionately, my arms wrapped around his neck, my tongue responding to his caresses...
In the midst of our passionate kiss, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, his hand slipping inside my bra and cupping my breast. I couldn't resist, letting him touch me, continuing to kiss him. After a while, his hand moved down, slipping inside my skirt, pulling aside the crotch of my panties, his fingertips touching my private parts. I quickly became wet.
"No..." I murmured, removing his hand.
Then, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his huge, hard penis, and pulled my hand onto it again.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly pulled my hand back. He put my hand on it again, so I had no choice but to grip his penis and stroke it, feeling its heat and hardness. After a while, he went further, asking me to give him oral sex.
I frantically refused, but he said, "Come on! No one will see."
Under his insistence, I had no choice but to squat down, take his fully erect penis into my mouth, and begin to suck and spit it out. I was very patient, sucking slowly and deeply, my lips forming an "O" shape tightly around his penis, sometimes spitting it out to lick the glans, making smacking and smacking sounds.
Because my uniform skirt was too tight and uncomfortable, while squatting, I lifted the hem of my skirt to my waist while he sucked on it, revealing my plump buttocks and snow-white thighs clad in white thong underwear. A lewd scene unfolded in the stairwell. The elevator went up and down, and occasionally voices could be heard, but no one knew what was happening in the stairwell.
I was both nervous and excited, sucking even harder, my juices overflowing. His penis was so big it filled my entire mouth, almost hitting my throat with every suck. My neck ached, my face flushed red, and I was almost out of breath, yet he remained erect. I spat out, panting, and said, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"
He laughed, "Just a little more effort, and it'll be over soon."
Helpless, I continued… Finally, I heard Qin Dalong let out a low growl, followed by gushing streams of thick, hot semen, all of it shooting into my mouth.
After he ejaculated the last drop, my lips left his penis, and I spat the semen onto the floor. This was the first time he had ejaculated in my mouth; it tasted fishy and smelly. I frowned and said, "So much! It smells awful…"
Qin Dalong smiled, zipped up his pants, and went inside. I pulled down my skirt, buttoned my shirt, and tidied my hair. Qin Dalong came out again, holding a bottle of mineral water. He handed it to me and said, "Here, rinse your mouth."
I took it and said coquettishly, "It's all your fault..."
After rinsing the remaining filth in my mouth, I said, "I really have to go, or I'll be late."
He then saw me into the elevator... When I got home, my husband and son were already home. My husband asked, "Why are you so late?"
I hurriedly replied, "The supermarket was really crowded today, and there was a traffic jam on the way. I can't take it anymore, I need to pee first."
After saying that, I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled down my underwear. Looking at the discharge on it, the scene that happened in the stairwell flashed through my mind. Thinking of my husband and son outside, my heart was pounding...
Qin Dalong seemed to have endless sexual interest in my body. His strong body covered me and played with me wantonly, as if he wanted to devour me. Besides possessing an exceptionally large penis and incredible stamina, he also displayed a variety of exquisite, even vulgar, sexual techniques, such as G-sex and 69, which always captivated me and left me unable to extricate myself.
My husband and I had never tried G-sex, but Qin Dalong showed me the pleasure it offered. I remember the first time he entered me from behind, I cried out and told him not to touch me there, but he still slowly inserted himself. After overcoming the initial discomfort, I was immersed in the pleasure transmitted from the nerve endings of my anus...
As we made love more often, I experienced squirting during orgasm many times. He always anticipated my ejaculation and would say, "Baby, if you want to squirt, just squirt as much as you want!"
He was like a patient and guiding mentor, controlling my physiological rhythm and leading me to the peak of pleasure. Every time I gushed out, I felt incredibly excited. It was unbelievable that this legendary thing had actually happened to me. Unfortunately, it was a man other than my husband who gave it to me, leaving me with mixed feelings.
Once, after making love, we were soaking in the bathtub. I nestled in his arms and whispered, "Take me away! Go anywhere, the farther the better."
At that time, I was tormented by the conflict between him and my family.
He hugged me from behind, "Can you really leave everything behind? Your husband, your child..."
Yes! Could I leave everything and elope with him? I couldn't leave my husband and son, but I also couldn't leave the orgasms he gave me. I wanted to cry but couldn't...
During that time, because my rendezvous with Qin Dalong was too frequent, I neglected my work. My sales performance plummeted from the top to the bottom, and I felt the strange looks from my colleagues. But I couldn't care less. My affair with Qin Dalong had become the biggest and only pleasure in my life.
Besides the planned rendezvous, Qin Dalong would often do unexpected things, catching me off guard and giving me a thrill.
One weekend afternoon, my husband and I were having afternoon tea with some of his friends and their wives at a cafe in the mall. Having been enjoying a passionate night of sex lately, I was radiant. Even one of my friends' wives jokingly asked if my husband and I were having a particularly sweet time at home. I smiled but didn't answer, though inwardly I was filled with unease.
Just then, Qin Dalong appeared in my line of sight, standing at a distance, grinning mischievously at me. My heart skipped a beat. Why was he suddenly here? Was it a chance encounter, or had he deliberately sought me out?
As I pondered this, I received a message from him on WeChat, asking me to come over. I suppressed my panic and lied to my husband, saying I was going to the restroom.
Seeing me walk away, Qin Dalong disappeared around the corner of the corridor. I followed him, coming to his side, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Come with me." Without further ado, he pulled me along, turning left and right, until we reached a restroom in a secluded corner.
He told me to wait a moment, then went into the men's room alone. After coming out, he pulled me, looking bewildered, inside as well. I tried to break free from him, asking in a panic, "What are you doing?!"
He remained silent, making it difficult for me to escape. After we entered a cubicle, he locked the door while whispering, "No one's here, I just checked."
I then realized what he wanted to do. I panicked instantly; my first thought was, "This is insane!" I whispered, "Are you crazy? We can't do this here, my husband's still outside! We can't..."
"Come on! Baby, you'll have a great time," he smiled, reaching under my skirt to pull down my underwear .
I tried to stop him in terror, "No...no..."
but he pulled down my underwear anyway, then lifted my skirt, lifted me up, and pinned me against the partition, my legs wrapped around his waist. Before I could even process what was happening, his penis forcefully entered my body, followed by thrusting.
Afraid of falling, I spread my arms and grabbed the top edge of the partition, my bare buttocks rhythmically slapping against it with his movements. Fear of someone bursting in at any moment, coupled with the anxiety and shame of my husband being nearby, fueled my excitement. I was immersed in the pleasure of the dildo thrusting in and out of my vagina, trying hard to keep my moans from getting too loud.
He asked me as he worked, "How does it feel, baby?"
I murmured, "Mmm, so good...Aren't we both crazy?"
We laughed together, then kissed again. He told me to unbutton my shirt, which I did, using one hand to unbutton the top three buttons, then the front clasp of my bra, revealing my full, round breasts. He pressed his face against my cleavage, kissing me, then taking my nipples into his mouth, driving me wild with pleasure...
Just then, my phone rang in my bag on the water tank. Qin Dalong stopped thrusting, grabbed me with one arm, and took out the phone from the bag with the other. I saw the word "Husband" on the screen and my heart pounded.
"Answer it!" Qin Dalong pressed the answer button and handed it to me.
I had no choice but to hold Qin Dalong with one arm and answer the phone with the other.
"Hey, wife, what are you doing? We're about to leave." My husband's voice came from the phone.
I was incredibly nervous and said, "Um, in the bathroom... wait a minute, I'll be right there."
While I was talking to my husband, Qin Dalong's penis remained inside me, moving slowly.
"Then hurry up."
"Okay, I'll be right out."
The moment he hung up, Qin Dalong immediately started thrusting again. I held the phone tightly around his neck, enduring the thrusting of his large penis while urging him in his ear, "Hurry up..."
Making love in this environment was so stimulating; I reached orgasm faster than usual, and he didn't hold back, ejaculating inside me.
After he put me down, I used the toilet paper in the cubicle to wipe the sticky fluid from my genitals, complaining, "You're so bold! What if someone found out?"
He laughed, "That's what makes it exciting! Weren't you enjoying yourself just now?"
As I was about to put on my underwear, he snatched it away. I asked, annoyed, "What are you going to do now?"
He picked up my underwear, sniffed it, and grinned wickedly, "Give this to me as a token. You can go see your husband naked!"
I had no choice but to go along with him, returning to my husband's side in a lull. They were already up and waiting for me. My husband asked why I had been gone so long. My face was still flushed, and I hurriedly said, "...I have some diarrhea."
My husband asked with concern, "Did you eat something unsanitary?"
I replied, "Maybe!"
As I was making excuses, I felt my lower body was empty, and even some of Qin Dalong's semen was leaking out. Recalling the frenzied scene in the bathroom, my face was still flushed with the afterglow of my orgasm, my heart pounding, terrified that my husband and his friends would notice.
That day, I was naked the whole time, my vagina still wet with Qin Dalong's semen, and we even had dinner together—it felt so strange.
When we got home that evening, my husband grabbed me and tried to make love to me. He had only been back from his business trip a few days ago, so he was very sexually aroused. Just as he was about to put his hand under my skirt, I stopped him in a panic. He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
I stammered, "I...I'm going to take a shower first."
I rushed into the bathroom, leaving my somewhat bewildered husband in the living room. Then my husband came in, completely naked, his manhood erect. He embraced my naked body from behind, kissing my neck. "Wife, let's shower together."
I pulled away from his embrace and said somewhat coldly, "Maybe not! I'm quite tired, I want to take a shower and rest early."
Hearing my refusal, my husband immediately deflated, his previously vigorous member falling silent. He said nothing and silently left. Bathing in the warm water, I felt a profound sorrow. My poor, innocent husband, how could he know? There was a man constantly lavishing his wife's body with desire, to the point that she had long since lost interest in their marital life.
For those months, every time I returned home after a tryst with Qin Dalong, I couldn't face my husband; guilt tormented me constantly. But the thrill of the affair drove me like a drug, and time and again, burdened by guilt towards my husband, I threw myself into Qin Dalong's arms. Sometimes I even wished my husband would have an affair to alleviate my guilt, but to my disappointment, I never found a single trace of his infidelity, nor did I hear any rumors about him. Because I was extremely cautious, my husband remained unaware of my affair with Qin Dalong for six months.
When late autumn arrived, my husband went on a business trip again, and Qin Dalong coincidentally came to the city. He called me before he came, saying he would bring me a gift. Even though six months had passed, my heart still raced every time I knew he was coming to meet me.
It was a Friday; my in-laws picked up their son from school and took him to their home, so I could spend the night with Qin Dalong. I first bought Qin Dalong some clothes and underwear. Although I knew he wasn't short of money, I still wanted to buy them for him because my physical dependence had already stirred a certain tenderness in me. As the saying goes, a man who conquers a woman's vagina wins her heart. Of course, I was certain this wasn't love.
After meeting, we had a nice meal outside and then went to his home in City C. Once inside the room, I planned to have him try on the clothes I'd bought for him. He took the shopping bags from my hand and put them aside, then pulled me close and kissed me. It was still a passionate kiss that stirred my heart. Overwhelmed with desire, I murmured, "Do you love me?"
He still didn't answer, but it didn't matter to me anymore. Even if he didn't love me, I was willing to do anything he wanted me to do. In his presence, I had no reserve or dignity whatsoever…
Then, under his gaze, I slowly undressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, squinting as he watched my performance.
I took off my clothes piece by piece, revealing my sexy, mature body to him little by little, until I was completely naked. Then I went over and helped him undress. After undressing, I knelt between his spread legs and began to greedily savor his large, intoxicating penis, sometimes swallowing, sometimes licking, and occasionally probing his hairy buttocks with my tongue...
I rubbed the large, shiny glans with my nipples, cupping his penis between my breasts and moving my body up and down. I willingly gave him oral sex because I knew he liked it. Under my ministrations, he thoroughly enjoyed himself, moaning contentedly, while I became very wet.
Then he carried me to the bed and used his lips, tongue, and hands to completely arouse my body. After the long foreplay, he took out a blindfold and put it on me, tying my hands to the headboard with a silk scarf. I asked him what he was doing. He said softly, "Trust me, baby, this will be more exciting."
I thought this was another of his new tricks, so I complied. After he finished all that, he thrust in and out. I was immediately immersed in the sensation of his hardness and size, fully enjoying his manipulation, writhing wildly. My melodious moans filled the room.
Soon, I reached my first orgasm. He pulled out and whispered in my ear, "Baby, wait a moment, don't move." Then he got off the bed.
I didn't understand what other tricks he wanted to try, but I did as he said, because he would usually try something new during sex, so I wasn't surprised this time. A little while later, I felt him return to the bedside, lift my legs, and thrust in again.
Two or three minutes later, I felt something was wrong, because after spending so much time together, I was too familiar with his movements and breathing. I said "No" in fear, and then Qin Dalong removed my blindfold. What I saw almost made me faint.
A strange young man was thrusting into my vagina, panting heavily. He wasn't as muscular as Qin Dalong, but he was strong and well-proportioned.
I screamed and struggled desperately, but my hands were bound and I couldn't move. Qin Dalong shamelessly said to me, "Darling, this is a gift I prepared for you. Do you like it?"
I still wanted to struggle, but he hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I told you last time that I wanted to play threesome. I thought, you're so horny, you should be happy to let two men fuck you at the same time!"
I was pinned down by two men and couldn't move at all, so I could only let the younger man manipulate my genitals. I remembered Qin Dalong mentioning this before when we had sex, but I thought he was just talking. I didn't expect him to actually do it. Before
I could say anything, he climbed onto the bed and shoved his penis into my mouth. I had no choice but to give up resisting, painfully closing my eyes and stroking Qin Dalong's penis with my head swaying.
Both my mouths were firmly blocked by the men's penises, and I was enjoying the pleasure of being fucked. At this moment, Qin Dalong had untied his silk scarf. I was freed from my restraints but didn't resist. Instead, I submitted and cooperated, which made me even more ashamed and terrified. My God! I was having a threesome with two men. This kind of behavior that I had only seen in porn movies, and I was the female lead, was undoubtedly a great humiliation to my husband. However, I was intoxicated by this sense of shame, and my body became more and more excited.
The two men took turns fucking me. When one of them was fucking me, I was giving the other oral sex. In the midst of my trembling, I reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the young man ejaculated inside me, while Qin Dalong ejaculated on my face and in my mouth.
The young man took me into the bathroom, washed me, and then asked me to give him oral sex. I did so in a daze until he became erect again. Then he made me lie face down on the sink, and with the help of the shower gel, he inserted his penis into my anus. I was like a walking corpse, letting him do as he pleased... After it was over, we went back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed to rest, my mind blank, and I could hear the laughter of two men.
In a daze, the young man lay down next to me and touched my body. Then he turned me over and entered me from behind, taking advantage of me again in a side-entry position...
The two men took turns raping me again, and I shamelessly obeyed and cooperated with them, experiencing endless pleasure and wave after wave of orgasms. I felt my voice was hoarse from screaming... I don't know how much time passed, but Qin Dalong made the man lie down, picked me up, and sat me on his lap. The young man and I continued in a woman-on-top position. He knelt behind me, supporting my waist, and inserted his penis into my anus until it was fully inside.
This was another completely new sensation; two penises were thrusting in and out of my vagina and anus simultaneously. My entire body was tightly enveloped and squeezed by two men from both ends, and I screamed uncontrollably, entering a state of frenzy…
The two men ejaculated almost simultaneously, filling both my holes with semen. Lying limp on the bed, I let them take pictures of my private parts with their phones, even posing in various lewd positions for them to photograph. I couldn't resist anything except covering my face with my hands. At this moment, Qin Dalong and the young man went out for a late-night snack. Before leaving, he told me to get a good night's sleep at his house and wait for him to return.
I remained motionless, utterly powerless. Thinking about what had happened recently, about my husband, about my own downfall, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably…
This incident made me realize the harsh reality: I was nothing more than Qin Dalong's plaything. He only ever humiliated and vented his frustrations on me. Before, I had struggled with the question of whether he loved me; now, that thought seemed so ridiculous and pathetic.
I didn't stay with Qin Dalong. When I returned home, completely disoriented, I found my husband waiting for me. He sat slumped on the sofa, his usually meticulously styled hair disheveled, as if he had torn it himself. I noticed his eyes were vacant and bloodshot. A sense of foreboding crept into my heart.
It turned out my husband had long suspected my unusual behavior and had hired a private investigator to look into me. He had even taken many photos of me and Qin Dalong on dates—shopping together, eating together, hugging and kissing. Every photo seemed so intimate and ambiguous; anyone who saw them would understand that the two people in the photos had a close romantic relationship.
He wasn't actually on a business trip today. He anticipated my rendezvous with Qin Dalong, so he waited at home. When I saw those photos, it felt like I'd fallen from a great height; my mind went blank, and tears streamed down my face.
That day, my husband, in a fit of rage, hit me for the first time ever, yelling as he did so: "...I'm working myself to the bone outside to earn money, for you, for this family...and you're cheating on me, and with such a despicable man! Are you still the Zhao Xiaoli you used to be? Where has your pride and virtue gone? How could you be so shameless?"
I was speechless. All I could do was endure his beatings and my endless sobbing.
"Say it! Why? Why are you doing this to me? Say something!" my husband roared.
I spoke, trembling, "Because...because of me, I'm lonely..."
"You're lonely? You're lonely, so you go out and find other men? I love you so much, I gave you a house, a car, a comfortable life, isn't that enough?"
"You're always busy, you have no time for me. I'm a woman too, I need comfort..." I blurted out, my words filled with resentment.
"So you cheated on me, cuckolded me?"
My husband erupted in fury again, slapping me across the face. I ducked in fright; the slap landed on my head, making my vision blur.
"Yes, it's my fault, it's all my fault. I did such a despicable thing, hurt you so much, I don't expect your forgiveness, you can do whatever you want with me."
I finished, and cried again. Every word I said was sincere. Now, what right did I have to ask my husband to forgive this shameless woman?
"You don't deserve my forgiveness, you don't deserve to say these things to me..." He grabbed my collar and lifted me from the ground, raising his hand to slap me again.
I closed my eyes in pain, awaiting his punishment. But his hand didn't fall. He just coldly said, "I don't want to see you again. You have half an hour to pack your things and get out of my house."
With that, he turned and walked towards the door without looking back. I asked in surprise, "Husband, where are you going?" He slammed the door shut.
The living room, which had just been filled with sadness and violence, suddenly fell silent. I wept silently, thinking about my husband's resolute words. He was actually going to kick me out of our shared home, the home I had once cherished and carefully nurtured. I was filled with deep regret. My promiscuity, my cold-blooded cruelty, had hurt such a good man. I hated Qin Dalong to the core, and I even wanted to kill myself.
I cried again and again. If time could turn back, I would never have been so despicable and shameless to satisfy my desires. But there are no ifs… Eventually, I cried until my tears ran dry, leaving only a heart-wrenching sob.
I don't know how much time passed before my husband returned, reeking of alcohol. He startled me awake. I slumped weakly against the sofa, looking at him pitifully, waiting for him to ask, "Why haven't you left yet?" He sat down beside me, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol.
I timidly said, "Why did you drink so much? It's bad for your health..." Because he often had business dinners and drinking parties, I often advised him to drink less. Caring for him had become a habit, to the point that I almost forgot my own situation today.
He coldly laughed and told me, "Do you think you still have the right to care about me?" I lowered my head in shame. He continued, "Zhao Xiaoli, you don't need to leave. But from today onwards, I'll be sleeping in the guest room, and please don't say another word to me. The only thing you need to do in this house is take care of our son. Otherwise, I will ignore your existence. Do you understand?"
I was terrified and silently nodded. My husband stood up and staggered towards the guest room. Watching his back, I quickly said, "Honey, let me get you some bedding."
"Shut up!"
"Will you divorce me?" I asked again.
He stopped, remained silent for a moment, and said with his back to me, "I'll let you know in a while. Until then, this is the last thing I'll say to you."
He finished speaking, went into the guest room, and slammed the door shut. Alone in the living room, I pondered. Was this his verdict? Had he already decided to divorce me, and was he just waiting to finalize the paperwork later, essentially sentencing me to a suspended death sentence? Or was there another possibility? Although I knew I had no right to hope for his forgiveness, I couldn't help but cling to a sliver of hope.
Late at night, worried that my husband would catch a cold, I took the bedding to the guest room door, only to find it locked from the inside. I didn't dare knock, and left in tears. I didn't sleep a wink
that night. In the morning, I still prepared toothpaste, a toothbrush, water for his face, and a razor for him, serving him as usual. I wasn't hoping for his forgiveness; I just felt I should still do these things.
My husband, who had also been up all night, got up and went into the bathroom. He quickly came out and, facing me as I was making breakfast, coldly said, "Zhao Xiaoli, I'll make an exception and say one more thing: you're not allowed to touch my things with your dirty hands that have touched other men. Otherwise, get out of here right now."
After saying that, he threw all the things I had prepared for him into the trash can and took out a new set. Tears that had been streaming down my face all night welled up again.
He didn't eat the breakfast I made and went out alone, not returning until very late at night. In the days that followed, my husband indeed treated me like air, just as he had said. He still left early and came home late every day, but when he was home
, he completely ignored me. I endured each day in pain and regret, even taking leave from work to stay home all day. Besides picking up and dropping off our son and taking care of his needs, I just spaced out; it was truly a living hell.
During this time, Qin Dalong didn't contact me either. I thought that even if he did, I would rather die than succumb to his temptations again. I felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, waiting for my husband's final decision (still clinging to a sliver of hope, even though I felt I had no face to live with him anymore), awaiting fate's judgment.
Another lonely, boring weekend passed, and I wandered the streets alone, trying to dispel the pent-up frustration of the past few days.
Suddenly, I spotted Qin Dalong's tall figure in the crowd. He was walking with a beautiful young woman in his arms, chatting and laughing. I saw his hand caressing the woman's sexy, full buttocks, and she acted as if nothing was happening, even in front of everyone. It was obvious to me that this woman was yet another plaything for him. In an
instant, I was enraged. Because of him, my husband treated me like a stranger, while he remained carefree, wantonly toying with women. At the same time, I felt a deep jealousy. Although I knew we were just casual sex partners, perhaps not even lovers in his eyes, I had given so much for him, and my relationship with my husband had broken down… At that moment, anger burned within me.
Enraged, I strode up to them from behind, raised my handbag, and slammed it into Qin Dalong's bald head. Qin Dalong and the woman turned around, staring at me in utter surprise. Only when he recognized me did his anger soften. Before he could react, I spat in his repulsive face, then abandoned him and the bewildered girl and ran away. After
a while, Qin Dalong caught up from behind, grabbing my arm and saying, "Xiaoli, let me explain..."
I struggled desperately, hitting him with my bag and yelling, "Bastard, get out..."
But he was too strong, pulling and holding me, making it impossible for me to break free. With everyone watching, I had no choice but to stop struggling. He then led me into a nearby building. Afraid of making a scene, I reluctantly followed him into the elevator. We stopped on some floor, and he dragged me into a dimly lit stairwell.
Still seething with anger, I demanded to know why he'd brought me here. In the darkness, I saw a familiar, wicked smile flicker across his lips as he pulled me close, kissing and caressing me.
This bastard, even now he still wanted to do *that* with me. Anger surged through me again. I struggled desperately, kicking and jumping in his arms. But he was too strong for me, so strong that even when he held my head down and forced me to kneel before him, I was powerless. He pulled out his erect penis and shoved it into my mouth. I flinched a few times, but eventually, I took it in.
The penis had a strong, pungent, fishy smell that assaulted my senses—the smell of semen mixed with vaginal fluid. He'd probably just had sex with that girl I'd seen. This smell both repulsed and excited me. I sucked on it vigorously, my anger replaced by a sudden surge of desire.
I sucked on it for a while, then stood up and did something I couldn't believe myself: I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, then dragged my underwear down to my thighs. I turned around and presented my plump, white buttocks to him, murmuring, "Fuck me, fuck me now..."
He immediately entered me. I gripped the railing at the corner of the stairs, swaying my bare buttocks to meet his thrusts from behind, my moans echoing in the stairwell. I kept turning back to ask him, "Are you enjoying it? Are you having fun?
" The stairwell of the building was usually deserted. Under the cover of darkness, Qin Dalong fucked me with abandon, muttering incessantly as he did so: "Zhao Xiaoli, you're just a bitch who needs to be fucked. I could fuck you a thousand times, ten thousand times, and I still wouldn't be enough of your filthy bitch..."
Boundless humiliation consumed me. Tears streamed down my face as I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes, I am a bitch. Fuck me to death..."
My lewdness only fueled Qin Dalong's lust. He became even more ferocious and quickly ejaculated inside me. I, too, reached orgasm in this near-rape-like intercourse... I
didn't even pull up my pants. My body went limp and I leaned against the railing, sitting on the ground, muttering, "Why do you do this to me?"
It was as if I were talking to myself, yet also questioning Qin Dalong, questioning why he had repeatedly taken advantage of my weakness to toy with and humiliate me.
He clearly misunderstood, and sneered, "Hahaha, I was just playing around with you, and you actually took it seriously? You're fucking stupid! There are plenty of women outside who are a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you. Why would I hang myself on one tree? You saw that chick earlier, she's younger and prettier than you, and I still had her completely under my thumb. It's just that you've interfered, so I'll have to go through a lot of trouble to coax her."
Hearing his shameless words, my heart ached. I had actually betrayed my husband, who was talented and capable, and slept with such scum... I spat at him again, gritting my teeth, and said, "Scum!"
He wiped his clothes and humiliated me again, "I am scum, so what? You like scum like me, don't you? Go back to your husband and son and be your virtuous wife and loving mother!"
Then he leaned down and pinched my chin, "You slut, remember, if your pussy itches again, you can still come to me..."
After saying that, he strode away. After Qin Dalong left, I burst into tears, both for the humiliation I had brought upon myself and for the hurt my husband had suffered...
From then on, I quit my job and changed my phone number to avoid further harassment from Qin Dalong. Not only that, I also planned to proactively ask my husband for a divorce. To my surprise, after a long period of reflection and processing, my husband decided to forgive me.
That day, I was idly taking a bath when my husband suddenly returned. Just as I was getting up to cook for him, he entered the bathroom. Looking at my alluring naked body, his eyes flashed with desire, all traces of his former resentment gone. He said, "Can I bathe with you?"
I was surprised and flattered, nodding along. My husband took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. I saw his penis was already erect, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in my heart. My husband sat down beside me, and I nestled into his arms, the pain from the past lessening somewhat.
My husband held my breasts and said to me, "Do you love him? That man?"
I said coldly, "No, I hate him..."
I felt that this long-lost, warm moment was a rare opportunity, and I wanted to seize the chance to confess my feelings to my husband, regardless of whether he forgave me or not. I fiddled with my husband's penis and continued, "But please don't interpret this as the depth of love equaling the depth of hate. In fact, even though I did that kind of thing with him, I've never loved him even a little bit. I've only ever loved you in my life..."
My husband listened and said, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I still love you... During those days, I was indeed only focused on work and neglected your feelings... So, Li, let's start over! This family needs you. No matter what happened before, as long as you don't see that person again, I won't hold it against you. I'll try to spend more time with you and our son..."
Hearing my husband say this, I was deeply moved and also in pain. This proud man could tolerate my infidelity; it showed how much he loved me. I turned around and hugged his neck, my eyes filled with tears, and whispered, "Let's start over, okay?"
My husband nodded gently, and we immediately kissed passionately, deeply and intensely. Then I noticed that my husband's penis was even harder, unusually erect. Later, I learned from my husband that his mindset at the time was that, on the one hand, he chose to forgive me, and on the other hand, he imagined me having sex with that man, which made him particularly impulsive.
My husband stood up, his fully erect penis facing my face, and I took it into my mouth without hesitation, sucking and stroking it repeatedly. I gave him oral sex to appease him, trying to alleviate my guilt; of course, I also wanted it very much at that time.
Because the bathtub was too cramped, we went to the sink, and my husband picked me up and sat me on it, spreading my legs and inserting his erect penis into my vagina. As he thrust, he asked me, "Did he... fuck you good?"
I was speechless, but my husband kept asking, his eyes burning with lust. The scene of having sex with Qin Dalong also flashed through my mind, making me even more excited. So I started answering my husband's shameful questions, and at his request, I even talked about some details and feelings of my lewd encounter with Qin Dalong. My husband became even more frenzied, his huge penis making me scream incessantly.
That day, we were both incredibly excited. We went from the bathroom to the sofa in the living room, and my husband was much more vigorous than usual. I reached orgasm again and again...

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