Physical and mental changes in a woman after cheating

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month before the Lunar New Year, something very exciting happened. My wife, who was at home celebrating the New Year with her husband and children, was invited out for sex.

Here's what happened: my wife's company gave her a holiday on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month. She didn't come home that night and arrived home early on the 26th. She has a lover at work (they're not in the same department; she only discovered this when she joined the company—they've known each other for years, and their story is quite interesting; this guy is a real player, almost thirty and still single—I'll elaborate in another post if you're interested). I knew this, but she didn't tell the guy. My wife wanted that "cheating" feeling, so I indulged her and cooperated well with her "performance." The two left the company on the afternoon of the 25th; the guy drove her to a neighboring city. This guy is from that city and works here. That afternoon, they booked a private room at a bathhouse, had sex, went shopping, and ate. That evening, her lover's friend from his hometown invited him to a hotel to play mahjong. He wanted to bring his wife along, but she refused. He then said, "I won't go either; it'll just be the two of us—spending the night together." After dinner and shopping, he took his wife to the same hotel his friend had invited him to. From 8 pm until 11 pm, they... Continuing, the man ejaculated twice without a condom (his wife's period was at the end of the month, and besides, she has narrow fallopian tubes; trying to conceive had been incredibly difficult, costing them a lot of money). The second time they were having sex, he tried to persuade his wife to let his friend come over too, saying he was handsome and they could go all out together. His wife absolutely refused, saying she already felt she'd made a huge mistake, and doing something like that would be even more unfair to her husband. His lover tried everything to appease her, but to no avail, and finally, seeing she was getting angry, he gave up. After the second ejaculation, his wife fell asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night to find her lover gone, assuming he was playing cards, so she went to the bathroom and went back to sleep. She woke up in the morning to her lover waking her, and they had sex again. They had agreed he would take her home, but after the night's ordeal, he was too exhausted to get up and called a ride-hailing service to bring her home.

Then, around 10 a.m., his wife arrived home. She had no makeup on, and her hair was casually tied with a hair clip. She came in saying she had a terrible headache. I wanted her to come with me to visit relatives and deliver some New Year's gifts, but she said, "You go ahead, we'll go to my mom's tomorrow." So I took the child and left, leaving her to rest. We came back around 4 PM, and she was already up. There were freshly washed underwear and pantyhose drying on the windowsill, including a black lace set that was very delicate and beautiful, with a small, rhinestone-studded bear on the front of the bra—I'd never seen anything like it before.

Then came the preparations for the New Year, gift-giving, and some pre-New Year's expenses, which were quickly covered in two or three days. By the second day of the New Year... The 18th finally calmed down, or rather, it just calmed down. We ate dinner early on the 28th, and tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve. The weather is bad, with rain and snow. We had already agreed at dinner that we wouldn't go out that night, and planned to watch an animated movie with the kids instead. After she finished clearing the dishes, before I could even project the movie onto the screen, she suddenly said she wanted to go out, saying she hadn't bought enough candy and milk, and the fruit was also incomplete. She wanted to go to the supermarket to buy some more. The kids immediately started clamoring to go with their mother.

I was caught off guard and blurted out, "We'll go..." It was so late, and with the rain and snow outside, I really didn't want to drive. "Tomorrow," I thought, "we'll go during the day." Then, she didn't respond, just kept trying to soothe the child, urging him and his father to watch a movie at home. I suddenly remembered that she'd been chatting on WeChat before dinner, and afterwards, she seemed distracted and absent-minded throughout the meal. I immediately realized something was up.

So, I helped her calm the child down, gave him some nuts and toys, and she hurriedly left without saying a word to me.

After my wife left, I checked the time—it was exactly 6:30. Winter nights come early, and with the rain and snow, the night outside was already hazy. With my wife gone, my heart felt hazy too.

Then the movie started, and the child seemed to enjoy it. I told him to watch first, and that I'd go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes. I went out, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the basement. Both cars were there; she couldn't possibly walk to the supermarket. With a slightly excited heart, I quickly went home. After watching the animated movie with the child, it was already 8:20 PM. The child asked me… Why isn't Mom back yet? At that moment, I wanted to call my wife, but I was afraid of disturbing her, so I nervously didn't dial. Finally, around 8:50, my wife called, asking me to go to the elevator to get some things for her. My child and I opened the door and went out, and I was truly stunned. There was a huge box of fruit, milk, candy, and the largest supermarket shopping bag full of snacks. My wife's cheeks were flushed, and her hair was wet. At first, I thought it was from the rain or snow. Then, when I took the shopping bag from her, a strong scent of shampoo hit me (not the usual scent at home). While others get aroused, I felt my brain was instantly and rapidly filled with blood.

That night, the child cried to sleep with Mom, but she didn't say anything to me. I knew what was going on, so I took my pillow and went to my side to wait for her.

More than an hour later, feeling that the child was sound asleep, I sent her a WeChat message,
pretending not to know anything: "Come over quickly, stretch your legs, let your husband help you relax." But after several minutes, there was still no reply. I picked up my slippers and went over, only to find her and the child already fast asleep. Disappointed, I went back to my room alone.

The next evening, New Year's Eve, I got the child to sleep early, and we watched the Spring Festival Gala for a while. Finally, I dragged her into the bedroom. After some fuss, she finally told me the truth: the person she met that night wasn't her boyfriend from work, but a man she met during a marital crisis—a man nicknamed "Big D." He had a very unpleasant experience with his family because of his divorce, and he hadn't gone home for the holiday, spending it alone. On the afternoon of the 28th, "Big D"... I contacted my wife, wanting to see her before the New Year, but she said no, the kids were here, and she was too busy before the holiday. So, I suggested she come out after dinner. Later, seeing I was spending the New Year alone, she felt sorry for me and sent me a shopping list, telling me to buy everything and she'd find a way to leave after dinner. The following is a rough account from my wife.

That evening, my car was parked in our apartment complex's underground garage. After my wife got in, he cheerfully said he'd prepared everything I asked for. Then the two went directly to HT (a budget hotel not far from home). The hotel had been booked by Big D that afternoon. Upon arriving at the hotel, the wife asked Big D for the car keys, telling him to go upstairs first while she went straight to the room. As soon as they

entered the room, the wife had just hung up her down jacket and taken off her mask. In the blink of an eye, Big D was already down to his underwear. He eagerly kissed his wife passionately while lifting her red sweater, his cold hands pushing up her bra and suddenly grasping her soft, warm breasts. After a moment of excitement, the man with the large penis took off his underwear, wanting his wife to give him oral sex. He pushed her to the edge of the bed, propping her up with one arm and slapping his penis with the other, telling her to go wash up. He said he'd just washed her before picking her up, even her underwear was new; she could taste it, it was absolutely clean. As he spoke, his wife took his penis into her mouth, while he simultaneously massaged her genitals through her pantyhose. Finally, he pulled aside her underwear, and they became intimate. His wife was still only wearing a down jacket and one other garment. Before she could even take off her shoes, after a round of intense thrusting, the two began to change positions. Only then did the man help his wife remove her sweater and bra. After she took off her pantyhose and shoes, the man gestured for her not to take off her underwear. He had her lie face down, and he entered her from behind, thrusting forcefully each time. As his thrusts became faster and faster, his wife quickly reached her first orgasm. After slowing down, he had her get up from the bed, turn her back, and place her hands on the table in front of the bed, and then... After penetration, a more ferocious round of thrusting ensued, and he ejaculated inside his wife.

Afterwards, the man carried his wife to wash up. Before they finished, his penis was erect again. His wife asked, "Did you take any pills?" He replied, "I took them before I picked you up." They made love again in the bathroom, this time without him ejaculating. They only ejaculated on the bed, and according to his wife, she had at least three orgasms this time. Afterwards, seeing it was getting late, his wife urged him to take her home. He helped her move her things from the car to the elevator, but didn't get in himself.

That night, after hearing my wife's account, I excitedly engaged in sexual activity with her, which left me feeling very uncomfortable. In short, it was a "perfunctory" affair, much like a student rushing through an assignment. Actually, she's a very sensitive woman. When we first started dating, even the slightest touch would trigger an overreaction from her. In her own words, she felt uncomfortable being touched. This was most evident during sex; if you wanted her to moan, a quick thrust or a sudden, deep penetration would definitely elicit a sound. But that night, from undressing her and rubbing her breasts to getting her wet and penetrating me, until I ejaculated on her, she didn't react much. It was like she was a completely different person. How could this be so different from what netizens described? Don't they say that women become more wanton and enjoy sex the more they play around with it? Why was she acting so reserved and indifferent?

In the end, I figured it out myself: on the night of the 25th, she spent the whole night with her lover (they hadn't had sex during the holiday, so she was definitely full of energy and did a lot of things). Two days later, she cheated on him. Big D was alone during the New Year and had been pent up for a long time, so he took drugs and went all out, giving it his all with maximum passion.

By the time she got to her husband, the little wildcat was already full and had no appetite anymore. Besides, this meal was the most familiar kind of food, nothing like the delicacies of the previous meals, which were both delicious and stimulating to the senses!

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