[Repost] A woman's account of being sexually assaulted after having an affair.

One after another, my friends were cheating on me. I thought I could hold onto my commitment to my marriage, but I never expected that I would so easily fall for another man...

I didn't even resist; instead, I felt a sense of anticipation and excitement—an excitement I'd never felt before. I went along with him. Where had all my former ambition gone? I was in agony, but it was like an addiction. Later this year, I lost my job, but my husband's income was decent, so I wasn't in a rush to find work. I rested at home for a while, and when I was bored, I went online. At first, I chatted with classmates and friends, but then I found a chat room that I liked. My whole story unfolded there.
Chatting was actually quite chaotic. From the beginning, many people greeted me, asking if I wanted to do nude chat. In this virtual environment, I wasn't averse to it, but I absolutely wouldn't agree to it. I chatted with several people simultaneously, exchanging a few words here and there, and that's how I became quite familiar with a few of them. Sometimes they would make suggestive jokes, which I generally didn't participate in, but I didn't show any opposition either. They had all invited me out before, but I was vehemently opposed; I would never go out. Once, I had a little trouble, and a netizen named C proactively helped me. I was very grateful to him and treated him as a friend, but I never thought about anything further developing our relationship.
Then one time, my husband went on a business trip, and everything changed. Perhaps it was because I had been staying home for too long, feeling lonely and depressed, spending all day in front of the computer. I didn't eat dinner that night, not because I didn't want to, but because I was too lazy and didn't want to move. C knew I was at home and enthusiastically invited me out. I was a little tempted, but still wary. I asked him to bring me some food, and he readily agreed. Sure enough, my doorbell rang less than an hour later. It was the first time I'd met him; he was mature and strong, but overall, I didn't dislike him. I politely invited him in. He was very attentive, asking if the food was good and if I was thirsty—it felt like I was at his house! But after a while, we didn't talk much. I guess that's how it is with online friends; they talk a lot online, but not necessarily in person. We chatted idly, and it got late. He didn't suggest leaving, and neither did I. Maybe I was still hoping for something. I browsed the internet, and he watched me chat.
He was very close; I could even feel his breath. The night was quiet, and my heart was pounding. I didn't know what to do. Should I send him away immediately? But then I felt like I had other thoughts too. At that moment, I even hated myself for having such thoughts. I don't know when, but his face was close to mine, and he suddenly hugged me. I was startled, and before I could react, he kissed my lips, prying open my teeth. My body was like a chick to him; I was powerless. He sucked on my mouth and tongue, and I felt like he was devouring me. He carried me to the sofa, ripped off my clothes, and quickly stripped me naked. I was terrified, excited, and completely flustered. He kissed my entire body—face, chest, neck, stomach, buttocks, and genitals. My husband and I have always been very traditional; he's never kissed me there before. The moment his lips touched me there, I felt like I was flying. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before—humiliation, stimulation, but mostly excitement. I quickly reached orgasm. He quickly stripped himself naked too. He was huge. I unconsciously compared him to my husband. My husband is rather weak, while he was someone I'd never experienced before. Even now, as I write this, my heart is still trembling. The moment
he penetrated me, I almost fainted. He thrust in and out violently. The sofa was soaked. I initially thought the water was his, but later realized it was mine. My legs felt like they were about to break from his weight. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of our bodies touching. He kept changing positions, making me almost faint. When I woke up, I found myself sprawled on the sofa, completely exhausted.
Undeniably, he was very experienced, giving me experiences I'd never had before and might never have again. But I'm traditional, and I felt guilty, feeling sorry for my husband. He'd been comforting me since I lost my job, and it was because of him that physical pleasure couldn't completely soothe my inner turmoil. Once the pleasure wore off, the first person I thought of was my husband. Afterwards
, I felt very down. C thought I was angry, so he sat beside me, caressing and kissing me. He was so considerate; I couldn't even bear to dislike him. We were naked on the sofa, me lying down, him sitting. I didn't even really know him; it seemed ridiculous. After a while, he said, "Let's go wash up." I said okay, and he suddenly picked me up. We were in the bathroom. I sat on his lap, thinking of my husband, but my body was in his hands. As we washed, I felt him aroused again. I didn't want to, but he was touching me all over. Women are very sensitive, and soon I couldn't hold back anymore. Having already been a virgin, my resistance was minimal. He kissed me, caressed my breasts, and used his fingers to stimulate my genitals, which were already overflowing.
He made me crawl on the edge of the bathtub and kissed my genitals. I moaned without restraint. After a while, he stood in front of me, his large penis trembling before me, the big mushroom head seemingly defiant. I hadn't considered whether I would kiss him, but he made it impossible for me to refuse, giving me no chance to refuse. It didn't smell, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I had never kissed any man before, not even my husband. He taught me how to kiss, how to make it comfortable, and how not to hurt this little thing. He even started moaning. I felt like I'd finally found the knack for it, and I was actually quite happy with his reaction. I worked even harder, licking his cleft with my tongue. I felt like a female dog, catering to my master.
Actually, women usually don't experience any pleasure; they're just pleasing others. After a while, I felt his penis throbbing. Suddenly, a liquid entered my mouth. I quickly spat it out, but it was too late; it was all over my mouth and face. That's really good about him; he never gives you a chance to get angry or lose your temper. He immediately washed me with water, then held me in his arms and praised my beauty and loveliness. My initial shock vanished, and I let him caress me, as if I were his woman, as if we were husband and wife.
Sometimes I think that perhaps women are inherently promiscuous; no matter how proper they are normally, they will reveal their true colors at certain times. I've always been very well-behaved since childhood. My husband was my first boyfriend. After we got married, he broke through that final barrier. I always thought I would stay with one man for life, but today, I don't know what happened; suddenly I didn't recognize myself, yet it was as if I recognized myself again.
After that, we were unrestrained in our bed that night, trying different positions. I had decided to indulge in this one night of wantonness. Front entry, rear entry, side entry, oral sex. He asked me how I compared to my husband, and I would agree that he was much better, which was true. I asked him how his wife was, and he said she wasn't as lewd as me. Finally, he penetrated me from behind, then suddenly pulled out and put it in my mouth, ejaculating. I didn't think anything, I swallowed it, and then I licked it clean. From then on, he called me a little slut.
The next day, my husband came home, and I planned to forget about it and not tell anyone. For a while, that was indeed the case; my husband and I lived happily. But just when I had almost forgotten about it, he reappeared. That day, I had just gotten home and reached the stairwell when I saw him. I didn't know what to say, nor did I want to continue anything, so I pretended not to know him. As I walked past him, he said from behind, "Don't you recognize me?" I didn't say anything. It was already getting dark when he suddenly hugged me from behind, pulled me to the dark corner of the stairwell, and gave me a kiss that was incredibly deep. I was even a little intoxicated. After I broke free, I ran up the stairs. Back in my room, I actually felt a bit nostalgic for that kiss. Women are strange creatures sometimes; we were so intimate that night, yet I didn't feel any nostalgia, but one kiss made me fantasize.
For the next few days, I even hoped he would appear at my house, but he never showed up. About a week later, I received a call from him, asking, "Do you want me to come over?" I pondered whether I did or not, and finally, I almost blurted out, "Yes." My husband had just left for work, and I almost wanted to invite him over, but before I could even say anything, he asked to come over, and I didn't refuse. While waiting, I was almost impatient; I didn't even know what was wrong with me. Like waiting for a lover to return, when he arrived, we looked at each other without saying a word, then embraced passionately, our clothes scattered all over the living room.

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