My Wife's Confession 2

The next day, I inexplicably turned on my computer again, and his avatar immediately started flashing again. "Let's have lunch together, it's been so long since we ate together."

"No, I'm busy at noon."

"Let's have lunch together, I'm not going to eat you, we both have families now, let's just have a simple meal, it's been so long, come on, see you at [restaurant name]!" He

went offline, and I hesitated—should I go or not? I really wanted to go, but I was also afraid! Afraid? Afraid of what? It's just a meal, nothing serious. I immediately shut down my computer, went to my bedroom, and changed my clothes. Thinking about how it had been over a year since we last met, was he still the same? What should I wear? What did he like me to wear? Right, he liked me in stockings and heels, but it's been over a year, does he still like that? I hesitated! Oh well, I'll trust myself. I took out a pair of pink stockings and slowly put them on, then took out a set of blue underwear, put on a zebra-striped long skirt, and a pair of suede high heels. I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and went to a certain restaurant.

On the way, I imagined many scenarios of our reunion, recalling all the days we'd spent together, but I kept thinking about his... My penis was really bothering me; my lower body was unconsciously getting wet. Soon we arrived at the restaurant entrance. After entering, I didn't see him. A waiter came over and asked, "Are you Ms. So-and-so?" "Yes." "Mr. So-and-so is waiting for you in room So-and-so on the 3rd floor." "Okay." I followed the waiter's directions to the room. The moment I opened the door, my heart raced. I saw him! He was still so familiar, still that slightly mischievous, big bad guy with the same grin!

He extended his right hand and said, "Hello." I laughed, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and burst out laughing. He laughed too, making the waiter standing nearby laugh as well. We both sat down, ordered some familiar dishes, and a bottle of red wine. We started chatting. There was no awkwardness, and the urge to have sex disappeared. It felt like family eating together. He said something... The atmosphere was so pleasant, with occasional jokes and banter. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was the property management, saying my apartment was leaking! I was annoyed, and he heard me too. He offered to take me home. I was about to politely decline, but then I thought that since I was home alone, he might be able to help. So we left the restaurant and went home. As soon as I opened the elevator, I saw Old Wang from the property management waiting at my door. Water was already overflowing from under the door. I quickly took out my keys and opened the door, hearing the gushing sound of running water. Old Wang and I immediately went inside. It turned out that the connection between the water purifier and the tap in the kitchen had become loose. Old Wang immediately turned off the main water valve and told me to contact the water purifier's after-sales service before leaving. I quickly called after-sales service, but they said they wouldn't be there until later. Oh well, I had no choice but to clean the water off the floor first. "Let's clean it up." I quickly grabbed a towel and mop, and he took one from me, we hurriedly started cleaning up the water, not even bothering to complain. After about half an hour, the water in the room was almost gone. He said, "You sit on the sofa, I'll mop it again." I said okay, then put my shoes on a slipper and half-reclined on the sofa. Luckily, I was wearing suede high heels, but they were also soaked with water. I was tired, but I didn't care. I put the shoes on the table and watched him mop back and forth, then go outside to mop. I thought to myself, "If only he were my man! My man is probably training somewhere right now!" A little while later, he came back in, closed the door, put the mop in the kitchen, and then plopped down on the sofa, saying, "I'm exhausted! It's finally over!"

I handed him a pack of wet wipes, and he took one out and wiped his face. He was very close to me, perhaps... Because of the drinks we had at lunch, I really wanted to wipe his sweat. My foot unconsciously stretched forward a little, and suddenly I noticed his eyes light up. Following his gaze, I realized he hadn't broken his bad habit; he was staring at my stockinged foot. I laughed and scolded him, "What are you looking at, you bad boy!" Then I stretched my foot out. He immediately put his head on my lap. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't! What's wrong with me!

Seeing
that his forehead was still sweaty, I took out a wet wipe and gently wiped his face. It was still that familiar face, still that familiar scent. How many nights had I listened to the song "Baby" and cried while holding him… We were so close, he looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. He naturally… He pulled my neck down and began kissing me. I didn't resist; I couldn't resist that taste. He wrapped his arms around my neck and then my back, our tongues intertwining. Suddenly, he pushed me away. I was shocked, feeling empty and wronged! But then he picked me up and asked which room was the bedroom. I told him with my eyes. He picked me up, kicked open the bedroom door, and kicked away my yearning heart. He threw me onto the bed, drew the curtains, and turned on the light. I became a vegetable, boneless, completely at his mercy!

He straddled me like a hungry tiger yet also like a gentleman, and began kissing me tenderly—my forehead, eyes, nose, face, ears, and mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the long-lost feeling. He was still so familiar. He pressed his penis against my genitals and roughly touched my breasts with his hands. He said, "Take it off." I pleaded, "Will you take it off for me?" He picked me up and took off my skirt, and then my bra magically fell off too. But he didn't take off my stockings. I stroked my thighs with both hands and covered my breasts with my arms. He froze. My tongue unconsciously licked my lips. He quickly took off his T-shirt, pants, and stockings, leaving only his underwear. His erect penis looked so thick. He leaned down and suddenly bit one of my nipples. Just as I was about to push him away, his tongue slowly circled my nipple. It tickled! He looked up and gave me a sly look. I playfully scolded him, "You bad boy!" He continued to play with my breasts, and his hands weren't idle either, constantly stroking my thighs. My thighs, clad in stockings, were being touched all over. I said... "Take off my stockings, they're making me uncomfortable." He said no! Then, he forcefully ripped my stockings apart between my thighs! Snow-white skin, pink stockings, blue panties—I covered myself with my hands, crying out, "No, please don't do this! I'm already wet, but I'm afraid he'll laugh at me." He moved my hands away and pulled my panties to the side. They were a little big; I regretted not wearing a thong. He pulled them further, and a few strands of saliva appeared between the panties and my genitals. I knew it was my vaginal fluid! Waiting, anxiously waiting, I desperately wanted him to penetrate me immediately, his penis!

It's in! What?! He didn't do much foreplay, none of the foreplay I had imagined. He just thrust his penis in...? Oh...oh...ah, how did you go in so deep! It even hurt a little. He didn't move after he went in. He hugged my thighs, our lower bodies sticking together. His was so big, so hot, so hard. I squeezed, I squeezed him hard, and I smiled with satisfaction, but he still didn't move. I rubbed his head with my thighs. "Move!" he said. "Is it big? Does it feel good? Do you want it?" Looking at his eager and affirmative eyes, I said coquettishly, "Hurry up, I want it!"

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