Honey, I've been conquered by someone else.

Honey, our child's middle school entrance exam is over, but I just can't feel happy. Seeing your excitement
fills me with indescribable guilt. You're leaving for your trip abroad tomorrow. Do you know
what will happen to me after you leave? It's late, you and the child should go to sleep early. You have to go to the airport early tomorrow morning,
and I need to help you pack. Let's not do anything tonight, okay?
Honey, seeing you sleeping so soundly reminds me of when you were courting me. You're so outstanding; in our classmates
' eyes, we were a match made in heaven. We've been married for fifteen years now. After we got married, you wanted me to be a
devoted wife and mother. Even today, I've been supporting my husband and raising our child. To others, I'm your gentle wife, our son's
beautiful mother… But what will happen to me tomorrow? I don't know…
I'm in so much pain right now, so ashamed of myself! Sometimes, I feel conflicted. I want to be a
dutiful woman, yet I also crave the thrill of wild abandon. I'm afraid of becoming a promiscuous woman and spiraling out of
control, yet I often fantasize about the pleasures of indulgence…
Husband, before our child's exam, I went to the school for a parent-teacher meeting. Just as I was about to go home, someone called me back
. I stopped, and he asked in his car if our child was taking the high school entrance exam. I said yes. He said he had the exam questions. I didn't
believe him, but he said, "Come with me!" Urged on, I hesitated for a moment before getting into his car.
He kept trying to find topics to talk about, and I felt uneasy. I saw this man in the rearview mirror
. He looked to be over sixty, with a short, thick neck, smooth eyebrows, small eyes, and a
bulbous nose… He's the ugliest husband I've ever seen or spoken to. Our child's high school entrance exam is over, but I can't feel happy at all. Seeing your excitement
fills me with indescribable guilt. Tomorrow you're going on a trip abroad. Do you know what will happen to me after you leave
? It's late, you and the kids should go to sleep early. You're going to the airport early tomorrow morning,
and I still need to pack your travel things. Let's not do anything tonight, okay?
Honey, seeing you sleeping so soundly reminds me of when you were courting me. You're so outstanding; in our classmates
' eyes, we were a match made in heaven. We've been married for fifteen years now. After we got married, you wanted me to be a
good wife and mother at home, and until today, I've been devoted to my husband and children. In other people's eyes, I'm your gentle wife, and our son's
beautiful mother… But what will happen to me tomorrow? I don't know…
I'm in so much pain right now, so ashamed of myself! Sometimes, I feel so conflicted. I want to be a
dutiful woman, but I also want to experience the thrill of wildness. I'm afraid of becoming a promiscuous woman and going from
there to something uncontrollable, yet I often fantasize about the pleasure of indulgence…
Honey, before our child's exam, I went to the school for a parent-teacher meeting. Just as I was about to go home
, someone called me over. I stopped, and he asked me in his car if our child was taking the high school entrance exam. I said yes. He said he had test questions, but I didn't
believe him. He said, "Come with me!" Urged on by him, I hesitated for a moment before getting into his car.
He kept trying to find topics to talk about along the way, and I felt uneasy. I saw this man in the rearview mirror
; he looked to be in his sixties, with a short, thick neck, smooth eyebrows, small eyes, and a
bulbous nose… He was the ugliest man I had ever seen or spoken to.
After a few blocks, he stopped in front of an old, detached house. He came over and opened the car door for me.
I noticed he was very short, only reaching my shoulder. I saw his short, thick fingers. He let me into the house,
saying, "Come in, there's no one else here." My heart was pounding…
Suddenly, I became strangely excited. My legs and lower abdomen trembled spasmodically, and a warm current quickly
spread throughout my body, making me dizzy and almost collapse. I suppressed the urge and sat weakly on the sofa.
I desperately wanted to know what was wrong with me. It was a feeling of emptiness born of reality, so intense, so
clear. I sat there, desperately trying to recall the feeling from just now. What happened to me? Was it an orgasm? It
was a feeling that made me instantly abandon everything, disregard everything else. Was it release? This was a tremor my body
had never experienced before. What was wrong with me? How could this happen to me?
The room was hot, and I could smell my sweat mixed with the scent of the fluid from my crotch. Husband, my
underwear was wet.
He took out a printed document and said to me, "Honey, your child's high school entrance exam is fine. I was in charge of reviewing the
questions; this year's exam questions are all here." I withdrew my outstretched hand. I thought about how our child's
grades were excellent; in fact, he had already been admitted to a university through a special program. The high school entrance exam was just a formality for him; he didn't need it
. I actually remained seated, neither refusing nor intending to leave.
He continued, "Honey, the high school entrance exam is a matter of life and death for our child. I understand
the pain you parents feel, and I really want to help you." My thoughts froze, and I nodded blankly.
I seemed to be waiting for things to continue. Finally, I heard him say that he had helped us, and how we should
thank him. I wanted to stop him, but I also wanted to hear him continue, to hear him say everything he had to say.
He asked me, "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?" I nodded gratefully, which made me
hide my earlier embarrassment.
I pretended to be calm and asked him, "How should we thank you?" He stood there, his eyes fixed on my
feet, and I instinctively pulled my leg back. That day I was wearing white open-toe peep-toe heels.
After a while, he said, "I'm not short of money at my age. Let me be frank, I'll give you the test questions, and
you'll keep me company..." I don't remember what he said next. My body suddenly became so
sensitive in front of this man. My head felt dizzy, my breathing became heavy and rapid, and my heart pounded...
The cold air from the air conditioner gradually cooled my emotions. I pulled at my skirt, trying my best to calm myself down...
I asked him, feigning composure, how he would keep me company. He said, "We've both been through this. You look very young, only
in your early thirties, but considering your child is already taking the high school entrance exam, you're almost forty.
You should know what happens between a man and a woman alone together. Think it over carefully and give me an answer tomorrow." My heart
trembled even more intensely. I don't know how much time passed, or how I left or got home.
Husband, I love you and our child. I always thought you would be the only man in my life, and I...
I always thought I was traditional and conservative, and I always thought our relationship was passionate… I never imagined that I
would be so
easily swayed by the demands of a strange, old, and ugly man, by a demand I could have easily refused. That night, I couldn't sleep.
The next evening, I went to his place. He said calmly, "You can take the test questions, but don't leak
them, or it will affect your child."
I'm sorry, husband, I really humiliated you that day. I'm ashamed of your feelings for me… That day, I
spent the whole day searching for reasons to refuse you, but in the end, I went anyway. I washed myself clean
, put my hair up, and wore the off-shoulder dress you bought me. You said my skin was fair, and the pink
color complemented it. I smiled awkwardly at you.
At his place, I thought he would be eager to be with me… I actually eagerly anticipated his fingers.
I couldn't control myself. I imagined his fingers would pull off my dress and let him see my body… I lost myself once again
in trembling breaths.
But that day he didn't extend his finger. He handed me the test paper and said, "Don't worry, the time
will be based on when your child's high school entrance exam results come out. You can also change your mind." My hand holding the test paper trembled all the way
home, a mixture of disappointment and longing after the wait. When I got home, I put the test paper in the shredder. Husband, I'm sorry!
Husband, I really wanted you to notice the changes in me lately, and I hoped you could bring me back, but you were
so careless! You wanted me to go on the trip with you, and I made excuses: "Mom isn't well, the child's schooling costs a lot of
money, and the house can't be empty..." I made up so many reasons not to go, just to fulfill a
promise that could have never existed.
I'm sorry, husband, I didn't give it to you tonight not because I was considering your health, but because of my
expectations for tomorrow. I'm ashamed of myself. I actually rejected you—my husband—for a strange, old, and ugly man
. These past few days, I've been in so much pain, my body is restless... I hate myself
for being like this? How could I do this? No one forced me. I know it's all my fault, a
mistake I don't want to make again, a mistake I can't undo.
Husband, you left. I don't know how I got there. He didn't seem surprised or
delighted. His reaction actually made me worry that he had forgotten what he asked of me, worried that he would send me home!
He led me into the house, so calmly, so calmly that it frightened me. My mind
became .
Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but examine my body. I felt like a stranger to myself
… In the mirror, a beautiful woman with snow-white skin, long legs, full and high breasts,
a face flushed with shyness, and a pair of beautiful, clear eyes… I suddenly woke up. What should I do?
I can't do this! I have a husband, I have children. I suddenly realized why I was wearing pants today.
I hoped nothing would happen, nothing would ever happen… I sat there blankly, motionless.
He came over and said, "You promised me that from the moment I saw you, I've liked you very much and wanted you.
Think about it, you parents use every connection, money, and even your own
bodies to support your children. Now that you're here, everything you have has to be given to me!" He started unbuttoning my shirt
, and I trembled, consciously or unconsciously pulling away. I watched him nervously; his
eyes gleamed with greed.
Husband, I was terrified. He was the first man besides you to undress me. I had remained
chaste for you. I hated myself for agreeing to his proposal, hated myself for coming. I slowly closed my eyes. I knew
what he meant by "everything you have has to be given to me." What else could he want besides my body
?
Husband, he undressed me, pushed me onto the bed, took off my shoes, and started touching my feet. My
toes curled up nervously, resisting his intrusion. He pulled my legs into his arms and took off
my socks. Then he unzipped my pants. I desperately pulled at the waistband of my pants, which he had unzipped, knowing
my struggles were futile and my resistance symbolic.
My husband, he reached under my body, lifted my waistband, and grabbed my waistband, pulling my pants
down . My hands could only clutch my underwear and the wet stains on my crotch. He
held my legs tightly with one hand, while the other squeezed my thighs, saying my feet were delicate and white,
and my legs long and shapely, that I was a beauty.
I could no longer hear what he was saying. He reached into my bra and grasped my already swollen breasts.
My erect nipples shamefully responded to his fingers' caresses. I closed my eyes helplessly, hoping that none of this
was real.
He forcefully ripped off my bra and began sucking on my breasts. As his tongue and teeth licked
and bit , my consciousness went weak and empty… His hands left my breasts, and then he lifted my legs.
I was ready for him to vent his desires on me, but he wasn't impatient. He held my feet,
sucking on my toes and heels, licking each of my toes with his tongue—something you'd
never done to me. He swallowed my soles, licking the arches with his tongue, chewing on
my toes with his teeth… I felt the warmth of his mouth and the saliva dripping down my ankles… Husband, I actually heard a sound coming from my mouth—no, it was a moan, something I 'd never done
during sex before .
I bit my lip, unsure whether I wanted to endure it more or use the pain to resist the sensation
…
Husband, I don't know how his obese body managed to get on top of me. His hands gripped my breasts, which he
sucked forcefully in his mouth. His greasy belly pressed powerfully against my hips. I tried to push him
away , but he only held one of my hands in his mouth, pressing the other against my breast. I was forced
to touch my breasts in humiliation, my nipples shamefully erect beneath my fingers… My fingers, sucked in his mouth, helplessly endured
the licking of his tongue, which was so hot!
Husband, in front of him now, I don't know how I can resist… I felt pressed down…
There was something hard on his leg, and he pressed it against mine… A spasm spread from my uterus throughout
my body, and my mouth was so dry. Husband, where are you now?
He held me in his arms like we did on our first night together. I pressed my lips tightly together to avoid his
mouth, turning my head sharply to the side. He kissed my neck and chest, then lifted my arms
, sniffing and licking my armpits… I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my legs tightly together, and he started kissing
my vulva through my underwear. His tongue and teeth licked and bit my labia again and again
, his saliva mingling with my vaginal fluid… Husband, why haven't you ever wanted me like this?
Husband, the man in front of me took off his own clothes and pants, and then pulled down my last pair of
underwear Husband, your wife is now naked in front of another strange man. My husband stroked my vulva with his hand
. He placed a pillow under my buttocks so I could lie horizontally on the bed, my head dangling off the edge. I knew
he did this so his penis could easily enter and penetrate deeper into me.
He looked at me, bringing his mouth close to my crotch, easily parting my tightly closed legs with his hands. He
first took all my pubic hair into his mouth and gently tugged at it, then parted my labia with his hands. I knew my vulva
was quite large. He gently licked and kissed it with his tongue, then slowly took my labia into his mouth, gently
biting and sucking with his teeth, while simultaneously inserting the tip of his tongue into my vagina. My labia were being chewed and torn little by little by his teeth
…
The fluid secreted from my vagina had already soaked the pillow under my buttocks. My vagina contracted under his sucking, and I
twisted my waist, repeatedly lifting my hips, forcefully spreading my legs apart, placing my feet on his back, and
pressing his head tightly against my vulva with my hands. He squeezed my breast with one hand and probed my anus with the other… Husband
, I shook my head violently, and I heard myself making unpleasant sounds.
A suffocating surge of fluid spread rapidly from my vagina, and after my limbs stiffened, I truly went limp. A
deep breath made me aware of his presence; his mouth was still licking and sucking my bodily fluids, and I felt his
tongue rapidly licking my clitoris… My feet, which had just been numb, were now resting on his obese body, and I could feel
the warmth of another man's body. His hands tightly supported my waist, forcefully lifting my hips upwards…
He inserted his short, thick fingers into my vagina. Husband, I felt increasingly
excited stimulation around my clitoris, and I couldn't help but moan softly. In my heart, I desperately wanted him
to insert his penis into my body, into my vagina, just like you did to me.
Husband, I always thought I was a woman indifferent to sex, but now I've discovered my body's desires
. I've constantly told myself to value my reputation, to be a good woman, that I wouldn't do anything to betray
you. But now, I'm submerged beneath this man. Now, I only want to offer my body
to this man. At this moment, I'm willing to give him everything. I want him to devour me, to tear me apart.
Husband, I'm crying, not for you, but for the man on top of me. He wants my body,
and I've given him my soul…

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