My wife confessed to me many years ago about her first time meeting a single man.

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The following is a story my wife wrote to me many years ago about my first time meeting someone I met online. I couldn't find it until I stumbled upon it on my computer today. It felt like that experience was still vivid in my mind—so exciting!
What I'm about to say is true; if I'm lying, may my whole family die! I blame myself for being too naive and inexperienced. I was immature and reckless in everything I did, especially with money and other things. I always thought too simply. The truth is, I was incredibly foolish! It was precisely this kind of personality that led to this story. Actually, that day you said you'd take me, but I didn't want you to take me because I felt it was embarrassing for a husband to take his wife to meet someone online. I didn't know… If I went alone, I could fool myself into thinking no one would know… I didn't think about what kind of bad person that person would be or what danger I might face. When we got there, I immediately told you to go back so that person wouldn't see me being brought there by my husband… I couldn't accept it… really… I felt so ashamed, but I also wanted to try. Before I was twenty, I was like a blank sheet of paper, never experiencing passion. After marriage, our life was very mundane, and later our relationship soured… A woman with beauty often faces tragedy, yes! Without my looks, I wouldn't have all this today. It was raining when I got there, and I felt it would be safer to talk in the car, not wanting to be seen by passersby, so I sat in the back. Sitting in the back felt safer; I didn't want close contact with that man. Once in the car, I let out a long sigh and leaned my head against the seat. He asked me what was wrong. I said I was too nervous; I'd never done anything like this before, and it was embarrassing! I said I could only stay with him for a maximum of thirty minutes, but he didn't seem to care, chatting and laughing carelessly while answering his phone call. Inside, I was anxious. Time was ticking away, and my heart was pounding. Finally, he finished his call, and I said, "What I love most is to quickly explain why you registered for love! Don't think I'm a promiscuous woman or a perverted couple because of everything we've done before," although it was clear he wasn't interested in hearing my story! I kept my head down, fiddling with the mask in my hand, afraid to look at him. My heart was pounding, a mix of excitement, anxiety, and heartache… He kept turning back to look at me, making my face even redder. He told me to look at him while talking, saying it was impolite. I said I was shy, my face was burning, and begged him not to stare at me anymore, saying it would make me even redder. He solicitously picked up the contract next to him and fanned it on my face. Just then, your text message came. I hadn't even explained things to him yet, still trying to make him understand why we only registered our relationship. The truth is, I was so naive; how could he care about such things, how could he be interested in hearing them! You texted again, so I urged him to take me home. He asked if I could wait a bit! I said no, and he said, "Then sit in the front seat. We're going home anyway, I won't do anything." I hesitated, got out of the car, and sat in the front. Thinking that I was going home anyway, everything would be over, I thought… His car was moving extremely slowly, but I didn't realize my mind was blank, though my head was always turned towards the window. He started asking if I wanted some chewing gum. How could I possibly be thinking about chewing gum? Without a second thought, I said no. He said, "Have one," and then put his hand to my mouth and shoved it in. I numbly accepted everything that had suddenly happened, everything I had never experienced before. My mind went blank, and I chewed the gum in my mouth numbly. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around me. Before I could react, a storm of kisses landed on me... In his strong arms, I felt so weak, yet I was desperately needed... I had never been so desperately needed by a man before... I felt like I was floating on clouds, unable to breathe... Then, I suddenly remembered that my husband was waiting for me. I had promised him I wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't do anything... What had I done?! I pushed him away abruptly. His embrace was so tight, it felt like an overwhelming tidal wave, but I had to push him away. I couldn't break my promise again… Even though I had already… I pushed him away, my heart filled with resentment. I had let my husband down. One man after another had hurt me… My mouth numbly murmured, “I promised him I wouldn’t do anything, I wouldn’t do anything…” repeating… Everything before my eyes blurred… I couldn’t think, I lost the ability to think… Then the man beside me suddenly grabbed me again. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His kiss was so powerful, it overwhelmed me… making it impossible for me to think. But then I pushed him away forcefully. I had already wronged my husband, I had already wronged my husband. I couldn’t continue like this; I just wanted to escape immediately… Finally, we arrived at the supermarket. As I was getting out of the car, he forcibly pulled me close and kissed me again. This time, I was furious because doing this in the car, what would people outside think? I angrily pushed him away, saying, “Now I’m done for. My lip balm is gone, my lips will be really red. My husband will be in trouble if he sees this.” He said he would cup my face, but I dodged away, knowing he wanted to kiss me again! During our second kiss, I missed a small detail. I was wearing a low-cut top with the straps down, and he slipped his hand inside and touched my nipple. He only touched it briefly, seemingly uninterested, or perhaps because mine was too small. He just kissed my lips forcefully… Afterward, his hand reached for my genitals, trying to slip it inside. My pants were too tight, and I didn't cooperate, so I pushed him away. The second kiss was probably the longest, although I felt it was only a fleeting moment before I pushed him away. But it wasn't easy for me to push him away because his kiss gave me a feeling of floating on clouds. I couldn't resist; I was conquered by his kiss, numb and unable to think, only repeating one sentence: I promised him I wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't do anything… I didn't dare say it then, I really didn't dare, not knowing the consequences. I thought I'd tell you slowly when I got home, but my conscience was already tormenting me, even though I was the one who was passive. When I saw you, I don't even remember what I said or how I said it. It was all a blur, my mind was blank. Please don't blame me anymore. My heart was heavy with the burden of a promise, the torment of my conscience, the bitterness of the past, the sudden attraction to the opposite sex, and the pleasure I'd never experienced in my thirties—like a drug… unbearable, but I had to give it up. The next day, he wanted to see me again. It was impossible; I couldn't bear it anymore, but he insisted. I was truly caught up in that intoxicating kiss, unable to pull myself away. I even went so far as to plead with him, begging him… all I wanted was to experience his kiss again. I spent the afternoon preparing at home, anticipating another passionate night with him… At that moment, I had lost my mind; my mind was filled with yesterday's passionate kiss, frozen in time… When I finally saw him, it was already night. He got out of the car and warmly shook hands with my husband. I felt a pang of shame, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the anticipation and desire. Once in the car, they chatted casually. I waited anxiously in the back, unable to wait any longer! I said, "You two talk, I'm getting out." My husband immediately said, "I'm getting out, you two talk!" Shame was completely overwhelmed by desire. A fleeting pang of guilt crossed my mind towards my husband. Silence fell, leaving only him and me in the dark, quiet car. I sat in the back, head bowed, like a shy bride, my heart pounding with desire. He turned to me and said, "Baby, come sit in the front." I moved from the back, head still down. He wanted me to sit on his lap, so I did. I don't know who made the first move, but our lips met, burning with passion. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, kissing him with all my might. Time seemed to stand still… I drifted into a blissful trance, unable to think… His tongue searched for mine, our tongues intertwining and twirling… After a long while, things finally calmed down. We sat in the back, continuing our passionate kisses and embraces. I forgot the time, forgot my husband outside the car; passion completely overwhelmed me. Then his hands began to caress my breasts, searching for and trying to unhook my bra. I blocked his hands, not letting him unhook it because my husband was outside the car. He said, "Be good, I'll put it back on for you in a bit." I was powerless to refuse and let him unhook it... His large hands covered my breasts, kneading and caressing them. Then he bent down and kissed my two soft, white breasts. A wave of pleasure, like an electric current, rose from my lower body... Desire completely overwhelmed me, and the fire of lust from the depths of my body was ignited... Then he moved away from my white breasts and searched for my lips. Another passionate kiss ensued. His hands reached for my lower body, but because I was sitting, his movements were not smooth. He placed my legs on the front seat, and I helplessly let him do as he pleased, unable to resist. The man in front of me made me feel intoxicated... Then his hands began to pull down my pants, halfway down. Wow, my legs were so white and tender in the night. His hands skillfully caressed my vulva, which was already wet, lubricating his experienced fingers. His fingers were so warm, touching my clitoris, that I felt a jolt of electricity throughout my body. The pleasure reached its peak, and I began to moan softly, trying hard to control myself from letting out louder moans, afraid my husband outside would hear and scold me. This was a feeling I had never experienced before—the most exciting, the most intense, the most beautiful feeling, including my first time! His fingers were still stimulating my clitoris when suddenly he inserted a finger into my vagina. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, but he wouldn't give me more, instead continuing to play with my clitoris, playing with my clitoris and vagina back and forth. My clitoris swelled, my vagina contracted, and I gasped and moaned… orgasm was just around the corner, but then he ruthlessly stopped, unzipped his pants to reveal his penis, and pulled my hand to touch it. It was too dark in the car, and I was only surprised that his penis wasn't erect. Was I not attractive enough? Not understanding and not caring to think too much, he said impatiently, "I'll go talk to your husband, let's go to a hotel." I nodded, still lost in the pleasure of the moment! A little while later, he returned and said this was the last time, but my husband disagreed. I couldn't think of anything else and continued kissing him, reluctant to part…

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