First time having sex with another man

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Hello everyone, I'm a 32-year-old mother. I've been married for seven years and my son is six. My husband and I were introduced by our families. I'm a pretty conventional person, and I didn't really like my current husband when we went on blind dates, but I still married him due to family pressure. Actually, while I was dating my current husband, there was another person pursuing me. He works at our company and is two years younger than me. His name is Dong Yuzhu, and we all call him Dazhu because he's very tall. However, my family was pushing my husband to marry me, and his family wasn't well-off; they seemed to be a single-parent family and not local, so we didn't end up together. After I got married, I left the company and lost contact with him. Many years later, we met again, and that's when I did something I shouldn't have done to my husband. It happened this March. A former female colleague from my company got married, and we all went to the wedding banquet. Since we used to work at the same company, Dazhu and I sat at the same table. We hadn't seen each other for many years, so we felt a bit awkward and were very polite in our conversation. During our chat, I learned that he still hadn't found a partner all these years, and I could tell from his words that he still liked me, which made me feel both embarrassed and a little shy. Actually, I felt a bit guilty and hurt him over the years. I heard that he was quite depressed for a while after I got married. After dinner, we left the hotel. Dazhu offered to take me home. He rode his motorcycle, so I was a little embarrassed and said I'd take the bus. Actually, the bus stop was quite far, and I wasn't very familiar with the area. Dazhu offered to take me to the bus stop, and I didn't want to refuse repeatedly. We'd just gotten on the motorcycle when it suddenly started raining. We finally found a small supermarket to take shelter, but my clothes were soaked. What bad luck! Dazhu said his rented place was just ahead, so I should go to his place to dry my clothes before catching a cold. I thought about how even if I took the bus, it would still take over an hour to get home, and it was quite cold. But going to his place seemed inconvenient, especially since I'm a mother myself. As someone who's been through a lot, I understood his intentions. After much internal struggle, I went with Dazhu. When we arrived, I learned that Dazhu rented a self-built room—just a single room without a bathroom. How could I dry my clothes? After we went inside, Dazhu invited me to sit down while he went to get a hairdryer. He turned it on, handed it to me, and poured me a cup of hot water. The small house was filled with the sounds of a hairdryer and an awkward, tense atmosphere. I kept drying my hair and clothes, not daring to look at him, and Dazhu didn't speak to me either, sitting next to me. But his leg was tentatively touching mine. At that moment, I really wanted to escape as soon as possible, but I didn't have the courage to stand up. Gradually, Dazhu's hand started to rest on my thigh. Although he didn't grope me, I still couldn't keep up the act. I turned off the hairdryer, stood up, and said to Dazhu that I was leaving and thanked him. I thought I was finally free, but I didn't expect Dazhu to suddenly hug me. My instinct was to break free, but how could a woman get rid of a man? Besides, Dazhu was already quite burly. Dazhu kept telling me how much he missed me, how much he loved me, and how much he liked me. At the time, I was scared and nervous, and I couldn't hear what he was saying clearly. Actually, I wasn't too opposed to him. Since he came, I had thought of this. Since Dazhu had done this, I didn't resist much. When Dazhu kissed my lips, I completely lost my balance and fell into Dazhu's arms. Dazhu was really strong. The muscles in his chest and arms made me feel safe instantly. Dazhu kissed my lips tightly. Dazhu took my hand and slowly moved it down to a certain place. As a married woman, I knew it was a man's penis, but I was still scared. Dazhu helped me to the bed. It was the first time I had faced a completely different man, and I was really at a loss. Dazhu took off his clothes one by one and stood in front of me. I had never seen another man's body before. I finally saw Dazhu's penis. I never thought that men's penises were different from men's. Dazhu's penis was much bigger than my husband's. Dazhu's glans was particularly large and rounded, unlike my husband's which was pointed. Dazhu's penis was very dark and had a lot of hair. My heart started pounding again. I knew I was about to be possessed by this man, but I worried whether I could accommodate his enormous penis. Dazhu didn't have much foreplay, perhaps due to inexperience; he just roughly squeezed my breasts. Although I was quite wet, I still felt a tightness and pain when Dazhu slowly penetrated me. With each slow thrust, I felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Each withdrawal felt like it took my heart away, and each insertion felt like it lifted me to the clouds. Especially his large glans, it felt like it stretched my vagina wide; that tingling sensation was indescribable. After my orgasm, I felt Dazhu's penis throbbing at my cervix. I knew he was going to ejaculate. I wanted to tell him to pull out and finish, but I wanted to make amends and didn't want to hurt him anymore. I loved him; I loved the unprecedented pleasure he gave me. Finally, Dazhu ejaculated at my cervix. His semen sprayed like lava, gushing deep into my uterus, burning and nourishing me. I held Dazhu tightly, not letting him pull out; I wanted his semen to remain inside me forever. Dazhu's penis slowly went limp, but even so it was still bigger than my husband's, and it could still completely fill my vagina without leaving any gap. I didn't linger in Dazhu's arms for more than a few minutes before his penis became big and hard again inside my vagina. We made love until it was almost dark before I left. I cried when I went out, I don't know why, maybe it was because I was sorry to my husband or maybe it was because I was sorry to Dazhu. Goodbye, Dazhu, I will keep your kindness in my heart and remember your kindness forever.

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