The thrill of having an affair

I, Rita, am an ordinary 30-year-old woman. I wouldn't call myself beautiful; the only things I can boast about are my fair skin and well-proportioned figure. My husband and I were college seniors, and we naturally got married.
He works in process integration at a large electronics factory, while I've changed jobs several times, never satisfied. At his urging, I temporarily became a full-time housewife. In
Taiwan's electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he's been promoted to a managerial position, he's even busier, and naturally, he's lost interest in that kind of thing.
Actually, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it either, so our life is fairly fulfilling. I never imagined I'd be having an affair behind my husband's back!
We live in a so-called garden apartment building, where each unit is a duplex. The people living here aren't exactly big shots or big bosses, but they all have some financial resources, though you can't tell from their appearance. Actually, there are quite a few of these anonymous wealthy people in Taiwan!
Because my husband is the eldest son, we live with his parents. Since my father-in-law suffered a stroke, my husband and his two younger brothers (both successful in the electronics industry) pooled their money to hire a Filipino maid to care for him and do housework.
Since I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I've been incredibly bored at home. The maid does the housework and cooking, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who spends her days chanting scriptures and participating in temple activities.
After a while, I started arguing with my husband about wanting to go back to work.
"Honey, I don't care anymore! I'm so bored at home all day! I want to go out and work!" "Are you just too idle? Isn't being a stay-at-home
mom good enough? " "I am too idle! I don't know what to do all day." "Why don't you join this? It's a community event!" my husband said, pointing to the computer. Our community consists of many similar apartment buildings with a community website for posting information. The community hosts many events, including talent shows, activities, and family events, for residents to participate in. I checked the class schedule and signed up for several courses, and the affair started with one of them—an online course. I learned to chat online, but most of the time I just hung out online, watching people joke and banter in the chat rooms, rarely participating. One day, extremely bored, I typed in a chat room: "Looking for chat partners: not too young, not too ambitious, and not too slow at typing." Soon, several people started talking to me. After watching for a while, I clicked on a name called "Da Long" (pseudonym) because he cautiously asked, "Am I okay? I'm not young, I don't have many ambitions, but I type very slowly because I just learned to type." I typed: "Don't rush, take your time, I'll wait for you." That's how our chat started. Before I could ask, he confessed his situation in detail. I told him that no one online would believe the truth, but he said that even online, what he said was the truth... That day, we chatted all afternoon, and I could tell he was very happy. He even made an appointment to chat with me again the next day. Later, I asked him why he chatted with me. He said it was because I didn't mind his slow typing, which showed I was understanding, and also because my name, "Xiao Teng" (meaning "Little Pain"), made him feel protective of me. We chatted online and offline. Whenever he had free time, he would call or text me. He said he liked the sound of my voice, sweet and soft. He was a married man in his forties. To be honest, he was witty and humorous, befitting his salesman status, and he was physically strong. Gradually, I developed feelings for him. One day, I went to his house without my husband's knowledge. When I arrived at the community entrance, a man was standing there. Although we hadn't met before, I instinctively knew it was him. He smiled and waved to me, and I smiled back. "We're almost home. My house is on the third floor of this building." I smelled a faint scent of cigarettes on him, and his arm was on my waist and hand. My body reacted, a tingling sensation spreading through me. At this point, I hadn't had sex with my husband for almost two months. "Come on! Sit down first." I casually leaned back on the sofa, looking at him. I could feel my nipples slowly hardening, and my lower body gradually becoming wet. "Ah..." I let out a soft breath. "What's wrong? Nervous?" He looked at me. "Hmm... a little." Actually, I didn't know if it was nervousness or excitement, but when he looked at me and asked if I was nervous, I suddenly felt that the man in front of me was really charming. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses. Soon, because it felt so good, my whole body went limp, and I didn't want to stop him at all. I only felt my nipples getting harder and harder, and my lower body getting wetter and wetter, even starting to contract a little, a little itchy. "Ah... ah..." I couldn't help but moan softly, because I felt that a man who wasn't my husband was in front of me, and his eyes were looking at my body. The cotton underwear couldn't cover my erect nipples at all. The feeling was indescribable, a feeling of both shame and numbness. I think this is what is commonly known as the pleasure of being voyeurized! I know it's wrong, but I just can't say "no," as if the man in front of me has a special kind of magic. " No...no...it won't do..." I managed to utter these words. But before I could finish, he kissed my lips and grabbed my breasts with his large hands. My breasts weren't large, but in his large hands, they seemed just the right size. He wantonly rubbed my breasts, not at all as gently as when he kissed my calves, but I felt a much stronger pleasure because no one had ever kneaded my breasts like this before, especially through my clothes. The constant contact and friction between my erect nipples and the fabric brought waves of pleasure. He pulled my clothes up, completely exposing my breasts. I had mentioned before that my most prized feature was my fair skin. Now, the pale red finger marks from his rubbing were visible on my fair breasts, my pink areolas were enlarged and slightly raised, and my nipples were even more erect. And the person looking at my breasts in front of me wasn't my dear husband, but him. My shame rose up at that moment. But he immediately took my nipple into his mouth and suckled incessantly, while his other hand grasped my other breast, pinching and kneading the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. "Ah...ah...stop, no! No!" I whispered, trying my best to control my voice and avoid making a sound. But he didn't say a word from beginning to end, responding to me silently with his actions. As I was reveling in the pleasure of his sucking and kneading my nipples, he quickly pulled down my shorts, along with my underwear, and spread my legs. He placed a pillow under my buttocks, exposing my genitals, revealing every detail between my legs to him. His eyes were fixed on my private parts. For the first time, being seen in my most private area by a man other than my husband, my shame reached its peak. But soon, this shame was replaced by pleasure, as he pinched the clitoral foreskin and pulled it back, exposing the clitoris completely. When I have sex with my husband, I can't stand it if he only caresses the tip of my clitoris slightly. This time, he exposed the entire clitoris. It was so sensitive and stimulating! The clitoris, about the size of a peanut, was red and swollen due to congestion.

"No... I can't take it anymore! Ah... He, no! Don't touch there... Ah..." He gently rubbed my clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, and I was almost driven to madness. It was an unprecedented pleasure, and I finally let go of everything and screamed loudly.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I really need to pee, no, I'm really going to pee!" A constant urge to urinate came, and my vagina contracted rapidly.
"Don't be afraid, let it out." He said, while his other hand inserted his index and middle fingers into my vagina and kept digging at the top.
"Ah... There! There! It feels so good, that's the spot... Ah, I'm really going to fly..." When his fingers in my vagina reached a certain spot, my whole body suddenly felt like it was being electrocuted, and my mind went blank.
That was the G-spot, and even when I had sex with my husband, I couldn't always find it. But now, with his G-spot being dug and his clitoris being rubbed, I was immersed in an indescribable pleasure, and could only release it through constant moaning.
"Oh...ah...I'm coming...it's really coming..." I finally relaxed my lower body's restraint, my vagina contracted rapidly, and love juice gushed out continuously. Although it wasn't actual urination, the amount of love juice that overflowed was not much different from urination. I could even clearly hear the "squirting" sound when he was stimulating my vagina.

At this moment, he stood up and directly pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out. I'm not exaggerating, that penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, and it looked quite "solid," so when he took off his pants, it really "sprang" out from inside.
He held his penis in his hand and slowly inserted it into my vagina. Since I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, I could see the entire process of his penis being inserted. I felt both shocked and ashamed. This was the first time I had been penetrated by a man other than my husband. Images of my husband began to flash through my mind. What would my husband feel if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a penis in such a lewd position?
He pressed my legs up, raising my buttocks higher and widening my opening. He sat down, inserting the remaining part of his penis completely into my vagina, and began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the speed, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rubbing the hard glans against every part of my vagina—a technique I never experienced with my husband.
"Ah...faster...faster...I want it! I want it..." I finally let go of everything and uttered these words wantonly.
"Want what?" He slowly moved his penis in and out.
"I...I...want you...to move...crazy...ah..."
"Then I want you to watch me move."
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise. I couldn't help but grab his buttocks with both hands, feeling the perfect muscle lines. This was something my husband, who sat in an office or worked in a cleanroom for long periods, lacked. (Honey, I'm sorry! It's the truth, but I still love you!)
I turned my gaze back to where we were joined, that dark brown penis (I later learned that he would sunbathe naked, no wonder he was forty years old and still had a healthy bronze complexion) was going in and out of my vagina. The feeling was quite wonderful. It was the first time I had seen my private parts so clearly, watching that penis covered in my love juice, moving in and out of my vagina, and even pulling my labia in and out. My lower body was truly filled with a feeling of fullness.
Every contraction of my penis made me feel like my lower body was tightly wrapped around something. This feeling was like heaven!
"Ah...ah...I feel so...good...oh...oh..." He started to thrust rapidly, and I could feel my love juice gushing out, and the wonderful feeling of his scrotum hitting my perineum when it was fully inserted. I soon had two orgasms in a row.
"Oh...so tight! It's really great, Rita, you're wrapping me up so comfortably..." he said to me.
I don't know how long they thrust in and out before he finally pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto my breasts.
I, Rita, am an ordinary 30-year-old woman, not exactly beautiful. The only things I can boast about are probably my fair skin and well-proportioned figure. My husband and I were college seniors, and we naturally got married.
My husband works in process integration at a large electronics factory, while I've changed jobs several times, never satisfied. At his urging, I temporarily became a full-time housewife. In
Taiwan's electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he's been promoted to a managerial position, he's even busier, and naturally, he's lost interest in that kind of thing.
Actually, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it either, so our life has been quite fulfilling. I never imagined that I would actually cheat on my husband and enjoy it!
We live in a so-called garden apartment building, where each unit is a duplex. While the residents aren't exactly big shots or tycoons, they all have some financial resources, though you can't tell from their appearance. Actually, there are quite a few anonymous wealthy people like this in Taiwan!
Since my husband is the eldest son, we live with his parents. Because my father-in-law suffered a stroke, my husband and his two younger brothers (both successful in the electronics industry) pooled their money to hire a Filipino maid to care for him and do the housework.
Since I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I've been incredibly bored at home. The maid does the housework and cooking, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who spends her days chanting scriptures and participating in temple activities.
After a while, I started arguing with my husband about wanting to go back to work.
"Honey, I don't care anymore! Staying home all day is so boring! I want to go out and work!"
"Are you just too idle? Isn't being a stay-at-home mom good enough?"
"I am too idle! I don't know what to do all day."
"Why don't you participate in this? It's a community event!" my husband said, pointing to the computer.
Our community consists of many similar garden apartments, with a community website for posting information. The community hosts numerous activities, including talent shows, events, and parent-child activities, for residents to participate in. I checked the class schedule and immediately signed up for several, and this affair started with one of them—an online class.
At that moment, he stood up, pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out. I'm not exaggerating; that penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, and it looked quite "solid," so when he pulled down his pants, it really did "sprang" out.
He grasped his penis and slowly inserted it into my vagina. Because I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, I could see the entire process of his penetration. I felt both shocked and ashamed; this was the first time I had been penetrated by a man other than my husband. Images of my husband began to flash through my mind. What would he feel if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a penis in such a lewd position?
He pressed my legs up, raising my buttocks higher and widening my opening. He sat down, inserting the remaining part of his penis completely into my vagina, and began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the speed, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rubbing the hard glans against every part of my vagina—a technique I never experienced with my husband.
"Ah...faster...faster...I want it! I want it..." I finally let go of everything and uttered these words wantonly.
"Want what?" he asked, slowly moving his penis in and out.
"I...I...want you...to...move...crazy...ah..."
"Then I want you to watch me move."
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise. I couldn't help but grab his buttocks with both hands, feeling those perfect muscle lines. This was something my husband, who sat in an office all day or worked in a cleanroom, lacked. (Honey, I'm sorry! It's the truth, but I still love you!)
I shifted my gaze back to where we were joined, that dark brown penis (I later learned that he would sunbathe naked, no wonder he was forty years old and still had a healthy bronze complexion) was going in and out of my vagina. The feeling was quite wonderful. It was the first time I had seen my private parts so clearly, watching that penis covered in my love juice, moving in and out of my vagina, and even pulling my labia in and out. My lower body was truly filled with a feeling of fullness.
Every contraction of my penis made me feel like my lower body was tightly wrapped around something. This feeling of going to heaven couldn't be better!
"Ah...ah...I feel so...good...oh...oh..." He started thrusting rapidly, and I could feel my love juices gushing out, and the wonderful sensation of his scrotum hitting my perineum when he was fully inside me. I soon had two orgasms in a row.
"Oh...so tight! It's so good, Rita, you're holding me so well down there..." he said to me.
I don't know how long he thrust in and out before he pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto my breasts.
I, Rita, am an ordinary thirty-year-old woman, not particularly beautiful. The only things I can boast about are my fair skin and well-proportioned figure. My husband and I were senior and junior in college, and we naturally got married.
My husband works in process integration at a large electronics factory, while I changed jobs several times, never satisfied. At my husband's urging, I temporarily became a full-time housewife. In
Taiwan's electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he's been promoted to a managerial position, he's even busier, and naturally, he's lost interest in that kind of thing.
Actually, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it either, so my life is pretty fulfilling. I never imagined I'd be having an affair behind my husband's back and enjoying it!
We live in a so-called garden apartment building, where each unit is a duplex. The people living here aren't exactly big shots or big bosses, but they all have some financial resources, though you can't really tell from their appearance. Actually, there are quite a few of these anonymous wealthy people in Taiwan!
Since my husband is the eldest son, we live with his parents. Because my father-in-law suffered a stroke, my husband and his two younger brothers (who are both doing well in the electronics industry) pooled their money to hire a Filipino maid to take care of him and do the housework. Since
I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I've been quite bored at home. The Filipino maid does the housework and cooking, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who spends her days chanting sutras and participating in temple activities.
After a while, I started arguing with my husband about going back to work.
"Honey, I don't care anymore! I'm so bored at home all day. I want to go out and work!"
"Are you just too idle? Isn't being a stay-at-home mom good enough?" "
It's just too boring! I don't know what to do all day."
"Why don't you join this? It's a community event!" my husband said, pointing to the computer.
Our community consists of many similar apartment buildings with a community website for posting information. The community hosts many events, including talent shows, activities, and parent-child activities for residents. I checked the class schedule and signed up for several. My affair started with one of them—an online class.

I learned how to chat online, but most of the time I just hung out online, watching people joke and banter in the chat rooms, rarely participating.
One day, feeling utterly bored, I typed in a chat room: "Looking for chat partners: not too young, not too thoughtful, and not too slow at typing." Several people quickly responded. After a while, I clicked on a user named "Da Long" (pseudonym) because he cautiously asked, "Am I suitable? I'm not young, I don't have many thoughts, but I type very slowly because I just learned to type."
I typed, "Don't rush, take your time, I'll wait for you."
And so our chat began. Before I could even ask, he confessed his situation completely. I told him that no one online would believe the truth, but he said that even online, what he said was the truth…
That day, we chatted all afternoon. He seemed very happy and made plans to chat again the next day. Later, I asked him why he chose to chat with me. He said it was because I didn't mind his slow typing, which showed I was understanding, and also because my name, "Xiao Teng" (Little Pain), gave him a protective instinct.
We chatted online and offline. Whenever he had free time, he would call or text me. He said he liked the sound of my voice, sweet and soft.
He was a married man in his forties. To be honest, he was a salesman, humorous and witty, and physically strong. Gradually, I developed feelings for him.
One day, I went to his house without my husband's knowledge.
When we arrived at the entrance of the community, a man was standing there. Although we hadn't met before, I instinctively knew it was him.
He smiled and waved to me. I smiled back.
"We're almost home. My house is on the third floor of this building."
I smelled a faint scent of cigarettes on him, and his arm was on my waist and hand. My body reacted, a tingling sensation spreading through me.
At this point, I hadn't had sex with my husband for almost two months.
"Come on! Sit down first."
I casually leaned back on the sofa, looking at him. I could feel my nipples slowly hardening, and my genitals gradually becoming wet.
"Ah..." I let out a soft breath.
"What's wrong? Are you nervous?" He looked at me.
"Hmm... a little." Actually, I didn't know if it was nervousness or excitement, but when he looked at me and asked if I was nervous, I suddenly found the man in front of me incredibly charming.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses. Soon, because it felt so good, my whole body went limp, and I didn't want to stop him at all. I only felt my nipples getting harder and harder, my lower body getting wetter and wetter, and even starting to contract a little,
feeling a little itchy. "Ah... ah..." I couldn't help but moan softly, because I felt a man who wasn't my husband staring at my body. My cotton bra couldn't hide my erect nipples at all. The feeling was indescribable, a feeling of both shame and tingling. I think this is what is commonly known as the pleasure of being voyeurized! I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't say "no," as if the man in front of me had a special kind of magic.
"No... no... no... ah..." I managed to utter these words.
But before I could finish speaking, he kissed my lips directly and grabbed my breasts with his large hands. My breasts weren't large, but in his large hands, they seemed just the right size. He carelessly rubbed my breasts, not at all as gently as he had kissed my calves earlier, but I experienced a much stronger pleasure because no one had ever rubbed my breasts like this before, especially through my clothes. The constant contact and friction between my erect nipples and the clothes brought waves of pleasure.
He pulled my clothes up, completely exposing my breasts.
As I've mentioned before, my most prized feature is my fair skin. Now, the faint red finger marks from his earlier caresses were visible on my breasts, my pink areolas were enlarged and slightly raised, and my nipples were erect.
And the person looking at my breasts wasn't my dear husband, but him. My shame surged. He immediately took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking, while his other hand grasped the other breast, pinching and kneading the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"Ah...ah...stop, no! No!" I whispered, trying my best to control my voice and avoid making a sound.
But he didn't say a word, responding silently with his actions. As I reveled in the pleasure of his sucking and kneading my nipples, he quickly pulled down my shorts, along with my underwear, and spread my legs.
He placed a cushion under my buttocks, raising my genitals and exposing every detail between my legs to him. His eyes were fixed on my private parts. It was the first time a man other than my husband had seen my most intimate area, and the shame I felt reached its peak.
But soon, this shame was replaced by pleasure, as he pinched the clitoral foreskin and pulled it back, exposing the entire clitoris. With my husband, I couldn't even handle a little caressing of the clitoral head, and this time, with the entire clitoris exposed, it was incredibly sensitive and stimulating! The clitoris, about the size of a peanut, was red and swollen from engorgement.
Then he stood up and pulled down his pants, his penis springing out. I'm not exaggerating; that penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, and it looked quite "robust," so when he pulled down his pants, it really did "spring" out.
He grasped his penis and slowly inserted it into my vagina. Because I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, I could see the entire process of his penetration. I felt both shocked and ashamed; this was the first time I had been penetrated by a man other than my husband. Images of my husband began to flash through my mind. What would he feel if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a penis in such a lewd position?
He pressed my legs up, raising my buttocks higher and widening my opening. He sat down, inserting the remaining part of his penis completely into my vagina, and then began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the speed, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rubbing the hard glans against every part of my vagina. This kind of technique was something I never experienced with my husband.
"Ah...faster...faster...I want it! I want it..." I finally let go of everything and uttered these words lewdly.
"Want what?" He slowly moved his penis in and out.
"I...I...want you...to...move...crazy...ah..."
"Then I want you to watch me move."
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise. I couldn't help but grab his buttocks with both hands, feeling those perfect muscle lines. This was something my husband, who sat in an office all day or worked in a cleanroom, lacked. (Honey, I'm sorry! It's the truth, but I still love you!)
I shifted my gaze back to where we were joined, that dark brown penis (I later learned that he would sunbathe naked, no wonder he was forty years old and still had a healthy bronze complexion) was going in and out of my vagina. The feeling was quite wonderful. It was the first time I had seen my private parts so clearly, watching that penis covered in my love juice, moving in and out of my vagina, and even pulling my labia in and out. My lower body was truly filled with a feeling of fullness.
Every contraction of my penis made me feel like my lower body was tightly wrapped around something. This feeling of going to heaven couldn't be better!
"Ah...ah...I feel so...good...oh...oh..." He started thrusting rapidly, and I could feel my love juices gushing out, and the wonderful sensation of his scrotum hitting my perineum when he was fully inside me. I soon had two orgasms in a row.
"Oh...so tight! It's so good, Rita, you're holding me so well down there..." he said to me.
I don't know how long he thrust in and out before he pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto my breasts.
I, Rita, am an ordinary thirty-year-old woman, not particularly beautiful. The only things I can boast about are my fair skin and well-proportioned figure. My husband and I were senior and junior in college, and we naturally got married.
My husband works in process integration at a large electronics factory, while I changed jobs several times, never satisfied. At my husband's urging, I temporarily became a full-time housewife. In
Taiwan's electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he's been promoted to a managerial position, he's even busier, and naturally, he's lost interest in that kind of thing.
Actually, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it either, so my life is pretty fulfilling. I never imagined I'd be having an affair behind my husband's back and enjoying it!
We live in a so-called garden apartment building, where each unit is a duplex. The people living here aren't exactly big shots or big bosses, but they all have some financial resources, though you can't really tell from their appearance. Actually, there are quite a few of these anonymous wealthy people in Taiwan!
Since my husband is the eldest son, we live with his parents. Because my father-in-law suffered a stroke, my husband and his two younger brothers (who are both doing well in the electronics industry) pooled their money to hire a Filipino maid to take care of him and do the housework. Since
I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I've been quite bored at home. The Filipino maid does the housework and cooking, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who spends her days chanting sutras and participating in temple activities.
After a while, I started arguing with my husband about going back to work.
"Honey, I don't care anymore! I'm so bored at home all day. I want to go out and work!"
"Are you just too idle? Isn't it good to be a stay-at-home mom?"
"It's just too boring. I don't know what to do all day."
"Why don't you join this? It's a community event!" My husband pointed to the computer.
Our community consists of many similar apartment buildings with a community website for posting information. The community hosts many events, including talent shows, activities, and parent-child activities for residents. I checked the class schedule and signed up for several, and this affair started with one of them—an online class.

"No... I can't take it anymore! Ah... He, no! Don't touch there... Ah..." He kept gently rubbing my clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, and I was almost insane. It was an unprecedented pleasure, and I finally let go of everything and screamed loudly.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I need to pee, no, I really need to pee!" A constant urge to urinate came, and my vagina contracted rapidly.
“Don’t be afraid, let it out.” He said, while his other hand inserted his index and middle fingers into my vagina, repeatedly probing upwards.
“Ah… there! There! It feels so good, that’s the spot… Ah, I’m really going to fly…” When his fingers in my vagina reached a certain spot, my whole body suddenly felt like it was being electrocuted, and my mind went completely blank.
That was the G-spot, and even when I had sex with my husband, I couldn’t always find it. But now, with his G-spot being stimulated and his clitoris being rubbed, I was immersed in an indescribable pleasure, which I could only release through constant moaning.
"Oh...ah...I'm coming...it's really coming..." I finally relaxed my lower body's restraint, my vagina contracted rapidly, and love juice gushed out continuously. Although it wasn't actual urination, the amount of love juice that overflowed was not much different from urination. I could even clearly hear the "squirting" sound when he was stimulating my vagina.
At this moment, he stood up and directly pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out. I'm not exaggerating, that penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, and it looked quite "solid," so when he took off his pants, it really "sprang" out from inside.
He held his penis in his hand and slowly inserted it into my vagina. Since I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, I could see the entire process of his penis being inserted. I felt both shocked and ashamed. This was the first time I had been penetrated by a man other than my husband. Images of my husband began to flash through my mind. What would my husband feel if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a penis in such a lewd position?
He pressed my legs up, raising my buttocks higher and widening my opening. He sat down, inserting the remaining part of his penis completely into my vagina, and began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the speed, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rubbing the hard glans against every part of my vagina—a technique I never got with my husband. "
Ah...faster...faster...I want it! I want it..." I finally let go of everything and uttered these words wantonly.
"Want what?" He slowly moved his penis in and out.
"I...I...want you...to move...crazy...ah..."
"Then I want you to watch me move."
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise. I couldn't help but grab his buttocks with both hands, feeling the perfect muscle lines. This was something my husband, who sat in an office or worked in a cleanroom for long periods, lacked. (Honey, I'm sorry! It's the truth, but I still love you!)
I turned my gaze back to where we were joined, that dark brown penis (I later learned that he would sunbathe naked, no wonder he was forty years old and still had a healthy bronze complexion) was going in and out of my vagina. The feeling was quite wonderful. It was the first time I had seen my private parts so clearly, watching that penis covered in my love juice, moving in and out of my vagina, and even pulling my labia in and out. My lower body was truly filled with a feeling of fullness.
Every contraction of my penis made me feel like my lower body was tightly wrapped around something. This feeling was like heaven!
"Ah...ah...I feel so...good...oh...oh..." He started to thrust rapidly, and I could feel my love juice gushing out, and the wonderful feeling of his scrotum hitting my perineum when it was fully inserted. I soon had two orgasms in a row.
"Oh...so tight! It's really great, Rita, you're wrapping me up so comfortably..." he said to me.
I don't know how long they thrust in and out before he finally pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto my breasts.
Then he stood up, pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out. I'm not exaggerating; that penis was much longer and thicker than my husband's, and it looked quite "sturdy," so when he pulled down his pants, it really did "sprang" out.
He grasped his penis and slowly inserted it into my vagina. Since I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, he saw the entire process of his penetration. I felt both shocked and ashamed; this was the first time I had been penetrated by a man other than my husband. Images of my husband began to flash through my mind. What would he feel if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a penis in such a lewd position?
He pressed my legs up, raising my buttocks higher and widening my opening. He sat down, inserting the remaining part of his penis completely into my vagina, and began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the speed, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rubbing the hard glans against every part of my vagina—a technique I never experienced with my husband.
"Ah...faster...faster...I want it! I want it..." I finally let go of everything and uttered these words wantonly.
"Want what?" He slowly moved his penis in and out.
"I...I...want you...to move...crazy...ah..."
"Then I want you to watch me move."
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise. I couldn't help but grab his buttocks with both hands, feeling the perfect muscle lines. This was something my husband, who sat in an office or worked in a cleanroom for long periods, lacked. (Honey, I'm sorry! It's the truth, but I still love you!)
I turned my gaze back to where we were joined, that dark brown penis (I later learned that he would sunbathe naked, no wonder he was forty years old and still had a healthy bronze complexion) was going in and out of my vagina. The feeling was quite wonderful. It was the first time I had seen my private parts so clearly, watching that penis covered in my love juice, moving in and out of my vagina, and even pulling my labia in and out. My lower body was truly filled with a feeling of fullness.
Every contraction of my penis made me feel like my lower body was tightly wrapped around something. This feeling was like heaven!
"Ah...ah...I feel so...good...oh...oh..." He started to thrust rapidly, and I could feel my love juice gushing out, and the wonderful feeling of his scrotum hitting my perineum when it was fully inserted. I soon had two orgasms in a row.
"Oh...so tight! It's really great, Rita, you're wrapping me up so comfortably..." he said to me.
I don't know how long they thrust in and out before he finally pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto my breasts.
I, Rita, am an ordinary 30-year-old woman, not exactly beautiful. The only things I can boast about are probably my fair skin and well-proportioned figure. My husband and I were college seniors, and we naturally got married.
My husband works in process integration at a large electronics factory, while I've changed jobs several times, never satisfied. At his urging, I temporarily became a full-time housewife. In
Taiwan's electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he's been promoted to a managerial position, he's even busier, and naturally, he's lost interest in that kind of thing.
Actually, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it either, so our life has been quite fulfilling. I never imagined that I would actually cheat on my husband and enjoy it!
We live in a so-called garden apartment building, where each unit is a duplex. While the residents aren't exactly big shots or tycoons, they all have some financial standing, though you can't tell from their appearance. Actually, there are quite a few of these anonymous wealthy people in Taiwan!
Since my husband is the eldest son, we live with his parents. Because my father-in-law suffered a stroke, my husband and his two younger brothers (both successful in the electronics industry) pooled their money to hire a Filipino maid to care for him and do the housework.
Since I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I've been incredibly bored at home. The maid does the housework and cooking, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who spends her days chanting scriptures and participating in temple activities.
After a while, I started arguing with my husband about going back to work.
"Honey, I don't care anymore! Staying home all day is so boring! I want to go out and work!"
"Are you just too idle? Isn't it good to be a stay-at-home wife?"
"I am too idle! I don't know what to do all day."
"Why don't you join this? It's a community event!" my husband said, pointing to the computer.
Our community consists of many similar apartment buildings with a community website for posting information. The community hosts many events, including talent shows, activities, and family events for residents. I checked the class schedule and signed up for several, and this affair started with one of them—an online course.

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