My sexual frustrations!!!

I've been married for two years. No children yet. My wife is 12 years younger than me, very beautiful, and 173cm tall. We've been together since 2002, when she was still a young girl, so it's been almost seven years now. Living together every day, the initial passion has really faded. What's left is more of the mundane family matters and worries. A while ago, our relationship hit a crisis; honestly, I don't know what happened, I just didn't feel anything anymore. We argued again over something small, and then we started sleeping in separate beds. Okay, enough about her, let me tell you about my mistress. One night last month, I was browsing online out of boredom and joined a local couples' group. We were chatting casually when a woman said to me, "Your name is so nice, Brave Heart. How brave are you?" I casually replied that it was to embolden myself; I only chose that name because I have the desire but not the courage to do it, to encourage myself to bravely find a lover, haha.

And that's how we started chatting. I added her as a friend, and my chats were often full of nonsense, making her laugh uncontrollably. From then on, chatting with me was her happiest time of day. Later, she insisted on video chatting to see me, but she didn't. I didn't mind; let her see, I'm not bad-looking. I'm even somewhat confident. Although I'm almost 40, because of my work, people think I'm only in my early 20s. Later, I could sense her great curiosity and attraction towards me, and she told me some things about herself: she's married, has a child, and her ex-husband cheated on her. We still had to live our lives, and later we talked more and more, including meeting up as online friends. We exchanged phone numbers. One day she called me and said she wanted to meet up. I was out drinking, so I said okay, I'll drive and pick you up later. Then I drove to the place she mentioned. I thought to myself, if it were a dinosaur, I'd say I was drunk and drive away. But when I got there, it was already past 9 pm.

I parked on the side of the road and waited for a while. Someone came and looked at me through the window. I was suddenly excited. It was a beautiful woman. She had a pretty face, but she was a bit chubby, the kind of person who's quite plump. My wife is very thin. She's 173cm tall and doesn't even weigh 100 pounds. I'm also very thin. When we make love, it feels like we're hitting each other with bamboo sticks, very uncomfortable. So I'm particularly interested in voluptuous women, especially those who are also very beautiful, with big eyes. They have a mature, sophisticated charm. I haven't experienced that in a long time.

I picked her up and asked her where we were going, maybe to a hotel? We'd joked like that online before. But she seemed nervous and said no, she just wanted to chat and get to know me in real life. Because of my work, I didn't seem like a normal person to her, haha. I said okay then, and we went to a casual restaurant. We drank and chatted there. That night she talked a lot, mostly about her past with her husband. I just listened, and we also discussed the key issues and such. I wasn't at all like the carefree person I was online, which made a big good impression on her. He told me, "You're not the kind of person I imagined. If you had done anything even slightly inappropriate, I definitely would have gotten off the bus."

I laughed and said, "How could I? Although I said that online, and that's what I really thought, I can't do that in real life. After

all, we both have families. Finding a lover isn't about breaking up a family. It's about finding emotional support for someone dissatisfied with reality." We had a very pleasant chat that day. After going home, he left me a message online, saying it felt great and he enjoyed being with me. I knew immediately that he was mine. To be honest, I liked him too. Chatting with him was completely effortless and relaxing. There was even a sense of connection, which was wonderful. I hadn't felt this way in years. A few days later, on the afternoon of the day before yesterday, I called her to ask where she was. She said she was on the bus. I said I'd come pick her up and we could find a quiet place to chat. So I went over, picked her up, and asked her where we were going since it was afternoon. She felt it was weird to drink at this time, and she thought so too. In the end, I drove straight to a hotel and said, "Let's get a room for a few hours." She asked if I was going to do anything, and I said, "Of course not, it's quiet here." Then I went to get the room, and when we went in, I could tell she was very nervous. She just stood there. I laughed and said, "What's this? Are you being punished by standing? It's okay, let's watch some TV."

She found it a bit funny and tried to relax, saying, "Okay." Then we each took a bed. I lay down, and she sat, watching TV and chatting. She asked me how much it would cost to book a room. I said it wasn't expensive, charged by the hour, and then the atmosphere became ambiguous. She sat there without saying anything, and I suddenly went over and kissed her. She stood up nervously, as if she was about to run away, and I happily said, "Hehe, I said online that I was going to kiss you this time."

Then I lay down again, and she, who had initially seemed angry, suddenly relaxed and joked, "Your beard is so prickly!" After a while, I took the opportunity to pour her some water and sat down next to her, saying, "Don't be nervous, okay? Let's not cross that line, okay?" She lowered her head and said okay, so I pulled her into my arms and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away, refusing. Haha, I didn't care anymore and gently kissed her ear, licking her earlobe with my tongue. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore and turned her head back, searching for my mouth with hers. We kissed. To be honest, even though she has a child, I felt she wasn't very good at kissing. We kissed like that for a while, and then my hands started to get restless. I reached inside her clothes to unbutton her blouse.

I used to be able to unbutton other people's blouses easily with just two fingers, but the funny thing was, she was wearing one of those slim-fitting bodysuits, and it was so revealing, all buttons. I simply reached inside. Wow, it was huge! My nipples were already hard. She said, "Don't do that!" I replied, "What are you wearing? Soft nail polish?" She laughed and said, "You're joking now?" Then she said, "I promise you, but don't lie to me." I said, "Yeah, didn't we agree? We're lovers, we can't affect each other's families." She said, "

Okay then." I immediately started taking off my clothes. She also turned away shyly and took some off herself. I lay on top of her and started foreplay. I noticed she didn't have many breasts, probably because she'd had children; she had stretch marks on her stomach. She covered her stomach shyly with her hands. Her skin was very fair, and thankfully, her breasts didn't look like she'd had children. Her nipples weren't big, and they were a dark red color. It was exactly the kind of breasts I liked. I hadn't tried anything like this in years, and I was so happy to finally have one again. After a delicious meal, she was getting increasingly aroused. Her panting told me she needed me to enter her. I touched her, and she was already overflowing with fluid. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. I like this position for penetration; it feels so smooth, and I can even see how I go in. Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped me; it was incredibly hot inside. About ten minutes later, her moans grew louder.

I get very excited the first time with any new person, I guess it's the novelty. I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I stopped moving and kissed her. She asked me what was wrong, if I wanted to ejaculate. I said yes, and she said, "Then ejaculate." I said, "How can I do that? It's so irresponsible of me." She said, "I've already come." Actually, I know she meant well; I'm not selfish at all in this regard, haha. I said, "Let's change positions, from behind." Looking at her big butt, I was so excited. I thrust wildly, watching her kneel there, her big butt sticking out, enduring my heavy blows. That sight fascinated me. Really, I hadn't felt this way in a long time.

She cried out, "Baby, what should I do? I've fallen in love with you." I agreed. Amid her moans, I released my millions of offspring with unbridled pleasure. I lay on her back, my hand reaching down to touch her full breasts, motionless. We stayed like that for a long time before she finally said, "Really, I've fallen in love with you. What should I do?" I chuckled and said, "I love you too, darling." Then I got out of bed to shower. When I came out, she was still lying there in the same position. I laughed and said, "What are you doing? Asleep? Look at the sheets! Go clean up the battlefield!" She said shyly, "Could you get me some tissues? I'm afraid to move, or it'll all spill out." Hehe, that made me laugh. After cleaning up, we lay there. I'm so petite, and she's so voluptuous; it looked quite comical. We just talked, mostly about what we'd do in the future. I felt like I was turning into a KGB agent.

Tell her not to call anymore. If she really misses someone, she should send a text message first, and it has to be a very polite one, a code word, haha, I won't say what it is here. Make sure to delete the chat history. Go to the business hall and password-protect your phone so no one can access your messages. If you're going to meet, it should be during the day; absolutely no meeting at night. Even if you meet during the day, you have to agree on the hotel room beforehand, and just go in by yourself. Haha, she said, "What if I miss you?" I said, "If you want it to last longer, then listen to me."

(I have experience with this; it's something that happened to this wife before, I'll talk about it in another post later.) After a while, we kissed again, and I said I wanted more. She was very considerate and said, "Don't force it, I'm already satisfied." I jokingly asked her if she had ever performed oral sex. She said no, never. I asked her, "Haven't you ever eaten pork or seen a pig run? How come you don't even know how to perform oral sex? How is that possible? Haven't you ever watched porn?" But she really hadn't. Her husband is very traditional, and she was also raised in a very traditional way. She always felt that such things were bad and disgusting. Seeing that I couldn't do anything, I started explaining to him. I explained a lot, but the gist was that sex isn't just about penetration and ejaculation. Sex is very interesting and encompasses a wide range of things, not just intercourse, but also oral sex, gags, vaginal sex, vaginal sex, and many more. Each of these is a kind of fun, a kind of passion. But he just kept being shy.

Finally, I said, "Okay, I'll wash up, and you can use your mouth on me." She frowned, looking very reluctant. I went into the bathroom, quickly rinsed off, and came out. We'd barely gotten into bed, and before we'd even spoken, she grabbed me and started kissing me passionately, saying, "I love you, darling, I'll do anything you want." But I could see tears in her eyes. They looked a mix of hurt and determination. This made me feel embarrassed, and I just stood there, letting her kiss me. We held each other like that for a while, and when I saw she'd calmed down, I said, "Never mind, let's do it another day." Then I started telling her what oral sex was, that it wasn't dirty, and that sex was actually a beautiful thing. I told her not to feel burdened, and that I would teach her little by little. Next lesson, we'd start with oral sex. My words actually improved the atmosphere, making her feel much more relaxed. She earnestly told me, "I really haven't done it before. Believe it or not, I always knew sex was just a position, and it was over afterward." I laughed and said, "You've really wasted your life!"

She buried her head in my chest and whispered, "I really don't know if knowing you is lucky or unlucky." I laughed and replied, "Knowing me is the luckiest thing you could ever do." After a while, she laughed and said, "Everything you say makes me want to laugh. But when I think about it carefully, it all makes a lot of sense." I told her my nickname was "Always Reasonable." Then we started fooling around, laughing and joking. Looking at her, it suddenly felt like she was back in her teenage years, and I had a bad feeling. I didn't want to break up his family, nor did I want to break up mine. She was plump and a little chubby, very curvy. As we fooled around, I felt that my weak self starting to get arrogant again. I couldn't help it; I was thinking, "I'll probably have to do it two or three times the first time, after all, I'm getting older. Time waits for no one. 36 and 30 are incomparable. If I were still 30, I'd feel bad if I didn't get her completely done today." (The pot was dry, meaning all the water had drained.) And so, we got back to work. This time was similar to the first, except at the end I had her keep her legs together, her vagina clamping my penis, and I thrust in and out like that. When I told her to do this, she asked me, quite strangely, "How can I get in like this? It can't be done, right?" I said, "Don't pull out yet, then slowly close your legs." This position is actually quite good; it feels tighter, and the friction on her vagina is greater. She orgasmed very quickly. Friends who haven't tried it should give it a shot; I really like this position. Alternatively, having the woman roll over and lie face down on the bed with her legs together is also good, but you need to put both hands under her body to rub her vagina and breasts.

Afterwards, we hugged each other on the bed, feeling like we had so much to talk about. It was already past 7 pm, and I was starving. We went out to eat together, like spies. I went out first to the lobby to pay the bill, and she waited for me in the parking lot.

Haha, it was hilarious. Once in the car, we were still debating where to eat. Our city isn't very big, and we were afraid of running into acquaintances. We had no choice but to drive twenty or thirty miles to eat at a local farmhouse. She's an intellectual, a teacher. In my mind, teachers are all very rigid and serious. But I didn't expect her to be so gentle. During the meal, she kept putting food on my plate, and she drank with me when I drank, though she drank very little. I ordered a pack of beer, and she only drank one bottle. I finished the rest myself (mainly because I wanted to drink more so I'd have something to show for it when I got home). She kept urging me not to drink so much while driving. I felt like she was really falling for me. I was suddenly touched.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache. I'd drunk eight bottles of beer the night before and was a little tipsy. I lay in bed, lost in thought. My phone rang; it was a text message. I knew it was her without even looking. I picked it up and saw it was her. She even used the code! I laughed to myself. I called her back and asked what was up. She said, "Nothing, just missed me." I said, "I missed you too." We chatted for a while, and somehow, we never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Finally, I said, "I want to see you again tomorrow." She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, where are you?" I said we'd talk about it tomorrow. Or maybe we should go to that hotel again; I'll book the room, you can just go directly. She laughed and said, "Brother, let's not get straight to the point, okay?" Haha.

Finally, the next day arrived. I went straight to the hotel, booked the room, and called her to tell her the room number. A while later, she arrived. This time she was much more relaxed. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me. I said, "Go take a shower quickly!" She didn't say anything, just kept hugging me. After a while, she whispered, "You know, these past few days when I go home, I've been sleeping in a different room." I asked her, "What's wrong? Your husband isn't suspicious, is he?" She shook her head and said, "No, he trusts me completely." But I feel like I can't face him, yet I miss you. It's so painful. I laughed and said we should hurry up and make the most of it; a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. She went to take a shower, and since I had arrived early, I had already showered and was waiting for her in bed. When she came out, I hugged

her and said, "Let's start the lesson now." She laughed again and replied, "Hello, teacher, hehe." Then I said, "We're having a blowjob class today." I wanted to give her a blowjob first, but she absolutely refused. Finally, I said, "How about you use your mouth on me?" Her embarrassed look was quite funny. Then I pushed her down, and she frowned and resisted a little. I didn't care anymore and told her to first lick along the penis with her tongue, then lick the glans in circles and then take it all in. She said, "Have you ever made adult films?" hehe. Then she started doing what I said, but she really didn't know how. Although she tried her best, she kept scraping me with her teeth, which was quite uncomfortable. Once it hurt so much that I couldn't help but groan. She asked what was wrong, and I said, "Sister, you really think it's an ice pop and you're planning to eat it? Be careful and don't use your teeth!" She said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry." After blowing on it for a while, she suddenly got up, ran to the bathroom, spat out some saliva, and then went back to bed, lay down next to me, and buried her head, too embarrassed to look at me. I looked at her back; her entire naked body was very full and rounded. I stood up and adjusted her to the side of the bed, one foot on the floor and the other kneeling on the bed. We started our battle like this; I actually quite liked this position. I thrust in and out while playing with her vagina. As the movements quickened, her voice grew louder, constantly murmuring things like "baby, I love you." Suddenly, she contracted, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I could clearly see the clear liquid flowing down her legs and onto the carpet.

Her standing leg gave way and she knelt on the bed, saying, "Baby, you're around me, why aren't you coming yet?" I laughed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make you orgasm again before I come." I flipped her over, put her legs on my shoulders, and began the final sprint. When we were both exhausted and stopped moving, it got dark.

When I got home that evening, my wife had already showered and was waiting for me. I was so worried. I quickly went online to see if any of my buddies were online. Luckily, a colleague was online, so I quickly told him, "I'll treat you to drinks tonight." After agreeing, I told my wife, "Brother H is looking for me. He wants us to go for drinks. Are you coming?" My wife hates barbecue, so she said, "Go by yourself, and come back early." Only then did I leave with peace of mind. When I got there, I drank non-stop. Brother H asked me curiously, "What's wrong? Craving alcohol?" I said, "Yeah, it's been days since we drank together." But inside, I was bitterly smiling. I had no choice but to get through this. I'd spend time with my wife tomorrow. I got myself completely drunk and went home. My wife saw I was drunk but ignored me and went to sleep in another room.

I got up early this morning to attend a 315 event, so I rushed to the venue and started working. Around 9 a.m., I got a message. It was from her; I'd told her the day before I'd be there today. She was watching me from below. I quickly looked up to find her; there were so many people down there. I could feel the joy in her eyes. Then I secretly slipped down to her. We looked like spies, pretending not to know each other, and leaned close to her. I asked, "Why are you here?" She looked at the stage and said she didn't know, she just wanted to see me.

I said, "That's dangerous." Her eyes reddened, but she still didn't look at me, saying, "I just wanted to see you. If you feel I'm bothering you, I'll leave." I said, "It's okay, it's nothing." Then I stood with her downstairs for a while before going about my own business. Afterwards, I couldn't find her. I texted her but she didn't reply, and she didn't answer my calls. In the afternoon, I saw her online again and asked her questions, but she didn't reply for a long time. Finally, I asked if she was considering something. She finally replied, saying she was making up her mind. At the time, I thought she was determined to break up with me, and I felt a little reluctant. I said, "Okay, let's just consider it a beautiful memory." But then she said something that almost scared me to death. She said, "I want a divorce."

I quickly said, "What's wrong? Didn't we agree not to affect your family?" She said she really couldn't accept her husband anymore, and that meeting me was a completely new experience. She said that everyone she'd been around since childhood was very traditional and upright, and this only intensified after she started working. Most of the men were dressed in suits or very formally. This was the first time she'd encountered someone like me (I'm very casual, probably because of my job; I give off a relaxed and carefree vibe, even at 36). She said that especially this morning, when she saw me—wearing pants with many zippered pockets and a red top—I felt so relaxed, and that it made her heart flutter. She also said that even if we divorced, she wouldn't bother me. She felt that her husband, so hypocritical, was secretly having an affair, and that I was better—someone like me who directly expressed what I wanted, without being hypocritical. Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, she cautiously said, "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."

I said, "How can it be okay? You should think it over carefully, after all, there are children involved." Seeing her determined look, I didn't dare to persuade her anymore, so I said, "That's fine, but even if you get divorced, you can't do it like this. A few years ago, it was his fault, and you could still gain a lot from the divorce then. Now it's your fault, and you'll suffer a lot from the divorce." She said

, "I don't care." I said, "I know you don't care, but what about the children? The children care. They need a good environment for their future." This hit her sore spot. She was silent for a long time before finally saying, "You're always right." I said, "Don't think so much. If you keep thinking like this, I won't see you anymore." She said stubbornly, "Fine, I won't see you then." After a while, she said softly, "I miss you now." I said, "Sister, I need to save some for the grain tax." "You're even worse than Huang Shiren! At least Huang Shiren leaves some offspring for his victims, but you're just planning to cripple me!" She laughed and said, "Ugh, I didn't say what I was going to do! I'm on my period, I can't do it." I said, "Thank goodness, heaven has eyes." Finally, she asked me when I was free, and after thinking for a moment, I told her tomorrow. Today was out of the question.

We agreed to meet at the same hotel. The next day, I went to check into my room. The young woman in the lobby recognized me and smiled as soon as she saw me. She said, "You're here again?"

I felt so annoyed at that moment, thinking I could never come to this place again, I had to find another place. After checking into my room and giving her the room number, I took a shower, lay in bed, and watched TV. After a while, I actually fell asleep and slept soundly. Suddenly, I felt someone there, which startled me. I opened my eyes and saw it was her. She was kneeling on the headboard of my bed, staring at me without moving. Her eyes were filled with deep affection, which immediately woke me up. I said, "What are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?" She laughed and said, "You look so cute when you're asleep, like a little child." To be honest, I felt very uncomfortable at that moment; it felt like I'd encountered a ghost

. I asked her how long she'd been there, and she said not long, maybe half an hour. I almost fainted. Half an hour! If I had fallen asleep, she would have been silently beside me. It was terrifying. Then I got up and chatted with her, mainly asking if we were still getting a divorce. Her answer satisfied me; she said, "I know I can't change you, and I know you want to change me into what you want me to be. Since I can't change you, then I'll change myself." I laughed and asked her what I should change her to. She said, "Don't you know? You just want to avoid responsibility. You only call when you want me, and don't contact me when you don't.

Isn't that the kind of lover you've always dreamed of?" I felt ashamed at that moment. I blushed, feeling like my secret had been exposed. I didn't dare look at her face and just listened as she continued, "I know it's impossible between us, but I've already jumped in. Since I'm in, I won't regret it. If I can't change you, then I'll change myself." Honestly, I was really touched and sad at that moment, and I silently hugged her. After hugging for a while, I couldn't help but kiss her, but she wouldn't let me kiss her lips. I got a little angry, turned her head to face me, and asked her, "What's wrong?" She closed her eyes and said, "No, I want it every time you kiss me." I said, "Let's do it then, who's afraid of who?" She whispered, "I'm really on my period, I can't do it." I laughed when I heard that and said, "Then our class can continue.

Last class was oral sex, this class we'll play oral sex." She blushed and said, "How come you have so many tricks up your sleeve? You're such a little devil." In our local dialect, "huo" means "to do something." I laughed happily and said, "I am your little devil." Then I started hugging and kissing her passionately. Soon she couldn't take it anymore and hugged me tightly. I took off her top and took off my clothes too. Because of the oral sex last time, I wasn't so shy this time. I lay down, and she knelt down beside me, busy giving me oral sex. This time it felt much better than last time. I told her to use her breasts to hold my penis, but she wasn't quite sure how, so I had to grab her nipples and hold them together myself. It went on for a long, long time. Sometimes I used my mouth, sometimes my breasts, until I was completely exhausted. It was a standard-sized room. At first, she was kneeling on the bed, but then she slid down to the floor between the two beds, panting heavily. She begged me to hurry, saying she was exhausted and I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and pulled her head back to continue. This sight fascinated me; the sense of conquest and pride was incredibly satisfying. Watching a teacher submit to my lower body like that was very moving. I sped up.

When I felt the urge to ejaculate, she also felt a little nauseous, but I couldn't care less at that point. I held her head tightly. With a low growl, I ejaculated, and at the same time, she vomited. Semen was all over her face, chest, and even her hair. She knelt and leaned against the other bed, glaring at me angrily, then brandished her fist at me, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you little devil." A

romantic and passionate rainy night. Yesterday she called me, saying, "Let's have dinner together, I haven't seen you for days." I asked her with a mischievous smile, "Is your period over?" She smiled mischievously and said, "Do you have anything else to do? All you ever think about is this. Luckily, it just ended today." We arranged a time, and I went to pick her up. It was already past 5 pm when I got to her. In the end, we went to that farmhouse restaurant again, a fairly large room, just the two of us, kind of like a private room. We ate, drank, and chatted, it was so enjoyable.

It had been several days since we'd last seen each other, and I don't know why we had so much to say, it felt like we hadn't finished talking. Suddenly, it started to drizzle. I love rain, whether it's a heavy downpour or a light drizzle, it always feels so comforting. While we were drinking, she asked me a question. I said, "Go ahead, what is it?" She thought for a moment and said, "Okay, never mind." But I'm a very curious person, so I insisted she tell me. Finally, she said, "If I get divorced, I won't bother your family, and I don't need any living expenses or anything. Can we still be together?" I was a little stunned. After thinking for a while, I said, "You mean, I'll be your mistress?" She nodded. To be honest, I was quite happy at the time. I think any man would be happy to have a woman willing to be his mistress, proving he's not bad, haha. But then I thought about it again and realized it wasn't like that. So I said, "No, why would you do that? It's not only unfair to you, but I'd also feel guilty." We talked about this for a while, and then she laughed and said, "Look how happy you are! I'm not like that. I was just kidding." The rain outside the window started to get heavier.

After dinner, I drove, my favorite music playing in the car, "Hotel California." Raindrops pattered against the window and quickly dispersed. She touched my hand and said, "I missed you." I smiled and asked, "Shall we get a room? It's getting late, almost 10 pm, and we both need to go home soon." Suddenly, I turned the car onto a side street where no one was around. We kissed passionately, the intensity almost suffocating. After a while, I said, "Let's get in the back seat." She shyly followed me to the back. I said, "Tonight, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life." She nodded. Knowing what I wanted to do, I pulled down her pants, ready to enter her. At that moment, the urge to change cars suddenly became very strong; this old car was too cramped. This year I had to get a better car, at least one with more space. And so, with great passion, we began, accompanied by melodious music and falling rain.

We've been seeing each other almost every day these past few days. For convenience, I rented an apartment with basic furniture and a water heater, one of the reasons I liked it—I can shower after making love, haha. This afternoon, while chatting online with her, she suddenly asked me if I kept my word from last night. She said she drank too much and couldn't remember what she said. Then I asked her what she said, and after a long silence, she cried on the computer screen. I could feel it. It took me a long time to comfort her before she calmed down. She said, "I'm not forcing you to get a divorce, but my heart is really in turmoil. I don't know why, it's just chaotic. Maybe love is exclusive. I want to possess you completely, but I know it's impossible. What should I do?"

I tried to persuade her for a long time, telling her to think positively, that we both have families, and to let things take their course. Later, as we were talking, I got aroused again, so I told her to go to the "little house" (a place for sex workers). She was very reluctant and said, "I haven't had anything else to do these past few days. I've already done all the lovemaking I need for the year. Didn't we just do it twice yesterday? They're on strike today. I'm not going. The workers have a Sunday off." I chuckled and said, "Just consider it overtime." After much coaxing and pleading, she finally agreed. When we got there, it was unexpectedly very cold, the temperature was very low, and there was no blanket, just a small one. We shivered as we got into bed. She was very thoughtful; even during sex, she remembered to cover me with the blanket, afraid I would catch a cold. I could feel that kind of true love. After we finished, she used her body to warm my legs and feet. I'm sensitive to the cold, and my legs and feet get icy cold easily. I guess all women in love are like this, right? Their minds are in turmoil, and their words become incoherent. I just listened to her rambling on and on, saying things like she felt deceived, or that she knew it wouldn't work out and that she deserved it, etc. It was driving me crazy.

As she was leaving, she hugged me for a long, long time before finally saying, "I really want you to be my husband, even just for a week. Just for one week, so I can spend my life with you." I was touched, yet also helpless. Sigh!

To be honest, I feel my marriage is facing its biggest crisis right now, and the source of that crisis is the internet. Although my wife and I still seem so sweet to others, we know there's a problem.

One last thing, I'm really sad today. Her husband came back and wanted to sleep with her, but she refused. She tried everything to avoid him. He saw me today and asked what to do. How should I know? I don't want to break up her family. Sigh. But he just keeps saying that, insisting I be his mistress. I said no, sister. You have a family and children. I don't want to be a bad person. I know you love me, but I really can't bear this love. Seeing her cry makes me sad too.

Yesterday, I was out drinking when she called and asked what I was doing. I said I was having dinner with friends. Then there was a moment of silence, and I heard her low voice say, "I miss you. I haven't seen you for a week. I've been trying so hard to stop thinking about you, but I can't control my mind." I felt so bad for her, so I said, "Okay, come see me." I gave her my address, and she came a little while later. She's really crazy now. Self-respect doesn't matter to her anymore; all she cares about is seeing me.

My friend sensed something was wrong and quietly asked me, "Is that your lover?" I smiled bitterly and said, "A friend, just a friend." After dinner, I was a little drunk, so I took her straight to my rented apartment. I roughly pushed her onto the bed after entering, tearing off all her clothes. I wanted to give her oral sex, but she had always disagreed, saying it didn't feel right for me. However, seeing me like this, she didn't say anything. I told her I just liked 69; it was very exciting. Then I started 69 on top of her, licking her large, fleshy vulva. Soon, she was very wet, moaning as she diligently sucked and licked me. I put my tongue inside her vagina; it was hot, and the fluid quickly flowed to her anus. Then I put a finger inside her anus and slowly moved it in and out. Her voice was so loud it scared me a little. She cried out to me, "I'm yours, baby."

I played like this for a while, then I mounted her and started thrusting. I tried all sorts of positions, but I couldn't ejaculate. I was so frustrated, probably because of the alcohol. Finally, she said, "Baby, let's ejaculate from behind. I used to ejaculate very quickly with her, and she even asked me how I could ejaculate so fast when we did it from behind, haha." Then she turned her over so her back was facing me. Her anus was very wet, and I thrust in directly. That warm feeling enveloped me tightly, and soon, I finally returned to my old responsiveness, letting out a low growl as I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, I lay on the bed, still feeling dizzy, and she started massaging me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't say anything, and she just lovingly massaged me. She said to me, "You're amazing, you know, I had several orgasms just now?" I asked how many times, and she laughed, saying, "Three times during 69, four times during sex, seven times in total." I said, "Oh, seven times? That's about once a day on average. That's good, seeing each other once a week, so it'll be more evenly distributed."

I was still lying in bed, comfortably being massaged by her, when my phone flashed. It was a text message. I had put the phone on vibrate and didn't see it at the time. When I opened my eyes, she was holding my phone and reading the message. I quickly snatched it away, saying, "What are you doing? Peeping at my privacy!" She didn't say anything. I then looked at the message, and my head buzzed. It was from an online friend from another city, someone I chatted with quite well, someone I often video chatted with. It said things like, "Baby, what are you doing? I miss you," etc. I was a little stunned and immediately said, "The temperature will reach 30 degrees tomorrow," meaning the weather forecast had come in. But she kept giving me that sinister smile, and I knew something was wrong.

I didn't contact her for the next few days, partly because I was busy with work, and partly because I wanted to keep my distance. After all, I didn't want to get too close and end up in a mess. That afternoon, I was online when I suddenly saw she had left me a message saying she needed to talk to me. I called her back, and she said she wanted to talk.

I said, "What's wrong? Can't we talk here?" No, she insisted on meeting in person. I found it strange and asked her what was wrong. She cried and said she got drunk last night and filed for divorce from her husband. She was also coming to see me today to end our relationship. I felt uneasy and didn't know what to say, so I said, "Okay, let's meet." Actually, I knew she was reluctant to do anything to end things. If she really made up her mind, wouldn't it be better to just stop seeing each other altogether? I asked her where we should meet, and she said, "Let's go to the little house, the one we rent." I went there on time that evening, and after a while, she arrived. I asked her, "Are you crazy? Why are you drinking all the time?" She said, "It's all your fault."

I said, "What did I do?" Then she started crying. I quickly comforted her; I hate it when women cry. After a while, she said, "How could you be so bad? I don't care about your wife, but why are you seeing other women?" I smiled bitterly and said, "That's just how I am. Since I've already given in, I might as well be a complete bastard." Suddenly, she hugged me very tightly and said, "Don't abandon me, okay? Really.

I don't want to think about anything else; I'll just focus on being your mistress." Please don't look for other women, okay? I'm going crazy. My heart softened. Actually, this was a good opportunity to break up. But seeing her pitiful look, I couldn't bear it, so I picked her up and started caressing her. After a while, just as I was about to continue, she said she had her period, and she was feeling down. But she was so considerate of me. She didn't say anything, just laid me down on the bed, then took off my clothes, buried her head in my mouth, and started sucking and licking me very diligently and carefully. I was both touched and sad. Touched because her feelings for me were genuine, and sad because I really didn't know how to end this...

I've been married for two years. No children yet. My wife is 12 years younger than me, very beautiful, and 173cm tall. We've been together since 2002, when she was still a young girl, so it's been almost seven years now. Living together every day, the initial passion has really faded. What's left is more of the mundane family matters and worries. A while ago, our relationship hit a crisis; honestly, I don't know what happened, I just didn't feel anything anymore. We argued again over something small, and then we started sleeping in separate beds. Okay, enough about her, let me tell you about my mistress. One night last month, I was browsing online out of boredom and joined a local couples' group. We were chatting casually when a woman said to me, "Your name is so nice, Brave Heart. How brave are you?" I casually replied that it was to embolden myself; I only chose that name because I have the desire but not the courage to do it, to encourage myself to bravely find a lover, haha.

And that's how we started chatting. I added her as a friend, and my chats were often full of nonsense, making her laugh uncontrollably. From then on, chatting with me was her happiest time of day. Later, she insisted on video chatting to see me, but she didn't. I didn't mind; let her see, I'm not bad-looking. I'm even somewhat confident. Although I'm almost 40, because of my work, people think I'm only in my early 20s. Later, I could sense her great curiosity and attraction towards me, and she told me some things about herself: she's married, has a child, and her ex-husband cheated on her. We still had to live our lives, and later we talked more and more, including meeting up as online friends. We exchanged phone numbers. One day she called me and said she wanted to meet up. I was out drinking, so I said okay, I'll drive and pick you up later. Then I drove to the place she mentioned. I thought to myself, if it were a dinosaur, I'd say I was drunk and drive away. But when I got there, it was already past 9 pm.

I parked on the side of the road and waited for a while. Someone came and looked at me through the window. I was suddenly excited. It was a beautiful woman. She had a pretty face, but she was a bit chubby, the kind of person who's quite plump. My wife is very thin. She's 173cm tall and doesn't even weigh 100 pounds. I'm also very thin. When we make love, it feels like we're hitting each other with bamboo sticks, very uncomfortable. So I'm particularly interested in voluptuous women, especially those who are also very beautiful, with big eyes. They have a mature, sophisticated charm. I haven't experienced that in a long time.

I picked her up and asked her where we were going, maybe to a hotel? We'd joked like that online before. But she seemed nervous and said no, she just wanted to chat and get to know me in real life. Because of my work, I didn't seem like a normal person to her, haha. I said okay then, and we went to a casual restaurant. We drank and chatted there. That night she talked a lot, mostly about her past with her husband. I just listened, and we also discussed the key issues and such. I wasn't at all like the carefree person I was online, which made a big good impression on her. He told me, "You're not the kind of person I imagined. If you had done anything even slightly inappropriate, I definitely would have gotten off the bus."

I laughed and said, "How could I? Although I said that online, and that's what I really thought, I can't do that in real life. After

all, we both have families. Finding a lover isn't about breaking up a family. It's about finding emotional support for someone dissatisfied with reality." We had a very pleasant chat that day. After going home, he left me a message online, saying it felt great and he enjoyed being with me. I knew immediately that he was mine. To be honest, I liked him too. Chatting with him was completely effortless and relaxing. There was even a sense of connection, which was wonderful. I hadn't felt this way in years. A few days later, on the afternoon of the day before yesterday, I called her to ask where she was. She said she was on the bus. I said I'd come pick her up and we could find a quiet place to chat. So I went over, picked her up, and asked her where we were going since it was afternoon. She felt it was weird to drink at this time, and she thought so too. In the end, I drove straight to a hotel and said, "Let's get a room for a few hours." She asked if I was going to do anything, and I said, "Of course not, it's quiet here." Then I went to get the room, and when we went in, I could tell she was very nervous. She just stood there. I laughed and said, "What's this? Are you being punished by standing? It's okay, let's watch some TV."

She found it a bit funny and tried to relax, saying, "Okay." Then we each took a bed. I lay down, and she sat, watching TV and chatting. She asked me how much it would cost to book a room. I said it wasn't expensive, charged by the hour, and then the atmosphere became ambiguous. She sat there without saying anything, and I suddenly went over and kissed her. She stood up nervously, as if she was about to run away, and I happily said, "Hehe, I said online that I was going to kiss you this time."

Then I lay down again, and she, who had initially seemed angry, suddenly relaxed and joked, "Your beard is so prickly!" After a while, I took the opportunity to pour her some water and sat down next to her, saying, "Don't be nervous, okay? Let's not cross that line, okay?" She lowered her head and said okay, so I pulled her into my arms and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away, refusing. Haha, I didn't care anymore and gently kissed her ear, licking her earlobe with my tongue. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore and turned her head back, searching for my mouth with hers. We kissed. To be honest, even though she has a child, I felt she wasn't very good at kissing. We kissed like that for a while, and then my hands started to get restless. I reached inside her clothes to unbutton her blouse.

I used to be able to unbutton other people's blouses easily with just two fingers, but the funny thing was, she was wearing one of those slim-fitting bodysuits, and it was so revealing, all buttons. I simply reached inside. Wow, it was huge! My nipples were already hard. She said, "Don't do that!" I replied, "What are you wearing? Soft nail polish?" She laughed and said, "You're joking now?" Then she said, "I promise you, but don't lie to me." I said, "Yeah, didn't we agree? We're lovers, we can't affect each other's families." She said, "

Okay then." I immediately started taking off my clothes. She also turned away shyly and took some off herself. I lay on top of her and started foreplay. I noticed she didn't have many breasts, probably because she'd had children; she had stretch marks on her stomach. She covered her stomach shyly with her hands. Her skin was very fair, and thankfully, her breasts didn't look like she'd had children. Her nipples weren't big, and they were a dark red color. It was exactly the kind of breasts I liked. I hadn't tried anything like this in years, and I was so happy to finally have one again. After a delicious meal, she was getting increasingly aroused. Her panting told me she needed me to enter her. I touched her, and she was already overflowing with fluid. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. I like this position for penetration; it feels so smooth, and I can even see how I go in. Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped me; it was incredibly hot inside. About ten minutes later, her moans grew louder.

I get very excited the first time with any new person, I guess it's the novelty. I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I stopped moving and kissed her. She asked me what was wrong, if I wanted to ejaculate. I said yes, and she said, "Then ejaculate." I said, "How can I do that? It's so irresponsible of me." She said, "I've already come." Actually, I know she meant well; I'm not selfish at all in this regard, haha. I said, "Let's change positions, from behind." Looking at her big butt, I was so excited. I thrust wildly, watching her kneel there, her big butt sticking out, enduring my heavy blows. That sight fascinated me. Really, I hadn't felt this way in a long time.

She cried out, "Baby, what should I do? I've fallen in love with you." I agreed. Amid her moans, I released my millions of offspring with unbridled pleasure. I lay on her back, my hand reaching down to touch her full breasts, motionless. We stayed like that for a long time before she finally said, "Really, I've fallen in love with you. What should I do?" I chuckled and said, "I love you too, darling." Then I got out of bed to shower. When I came out, she was still lying there in the same position. I laughed and said, "What are you doing? Asleep? Look at the sheets! Go clean up the battlefield!" She said shyly, "Could you get me some tissues? I'm afraid to move, or it'll all spill out." Hehe, that made me laugh. After cleaning up, we lay there. I'm so petite, and she's so voluptuous; it looked quite comical. We just talked, mostly about what we'd do in the future. I felt like I was turning into a KGB agent.

Tell her not to call anymore. If she really misses someone, she should send a text message first, and it has to be a very polite one, a code word, haha, I won't say what it is here. Make sure to delete the chat history. Go to the business hall and password-protect your phone so no one can access your messages. If you're going to meet, it should be during the day; absolutely no meeting at night. Even if you meet during the day, you have to agree on the hotel room beforehand, and just go in by yourself. Haha, she said, "What if I miss you?" I said, "If you want it to last longer, then listen to me."

(I have experience with this; it's something that happened to this wife before, I'll talk about it in another post later.) After a while, we kissed again, and I said I wanted more. She was very considerate and said, "Don't force it, I'm already satisfied." I jokingly asked her if she had ever performed oral sex. She said no, never. I asked her, "Haven't you ever eaten pork or seen a pig run? How come you don't even know how to perform oral sex? How is that possible? Haven't you ever watched porn?" But she really hadn't. Her husband is very traditional, and she was also raised in a very traditional way. She always felt that such things were bad and disgusting. Seeing that I couldn't do anything, I started explaining to him. I explained a lot, but the gist was that sex isn't just about penetration and ejaculation. Sex is very interesting and encompasses a wide range of things, not just intercourse, but also oral sex, gags, vaginal sex, vaginal sex, and many more. Each of these is a kind of fun, a kind of passion. But he just kept being shy.

Finally, I said, "Okay, I'll wash up, and you can use your mouth on me." She frowned, looking very reluctant. I went into the bathroom, quickly rinsed off, and came out. We'd barely gotten into bed, and before we'd even spoken, she grabbed me and started kissing me passionately, saying, "I love you, darling, I'll do anything you want." But I could see tears in her eyes. They looked a mix of hurt and determination. This made me feel embarrassed, and I just stood there, letting her kiss me. We held each other like that for a while, and when I saw she'd calmed down, I said, "Never mind, let's do it another day." Then I started telling her what oral sex was, that it wasn't dirty, and that sex was actually a beautiful thing. I told her not to feel burdened, and that I would teach her little by little. Next lesson, we'd start with oral sex. My words actually improved the atmosphere, making her feel much more relaxed. She earnestly told me, "I really haven't done it before. Believe it or not, I always knew sex was just a position, and it was over afterward." I laughed and said, "You've really wasted your life!"

She buried her head in my chest and whispered, "I really don't know if knowing you is lucky or unlucky." I laughed and replied, "Knowing me is the luckiest thing you could ever do." After a while, she laughed and said, "Everything you say makes me want to laugh. But when I think about it carefully, it all makes a lot of sense." I told her my nickname was "Always Reasonable." Then we started fooling around, laughing and joking. Looking at her, it suddenly felt like she was back in her teenage years, and I had a bad feeling. I didn't want to break up his family, nor did I want to break up mine. She was plump and a little chubby, very curvy. As we fooled around, I felt that my weak self starting to get arrogant again. I couldn't help it; I was thinking, "I'll probably have to do it two or three times the first time, after all, I'm getting older. Time waits for no one. 36 and 30 are incomparable. If I were still 30, I'd feel bad if I didn't get her completely done today." (The pot was dry, meaning all the water had drained.) And so, we got back to work. This time was similar to the first, except at the end I had her keep her legs together, her vagina clamping my penis, and I thrust in and out like that. When I told her to do this, she asked me, quite strangely, "How can I get in like this? It can't be done, right?" I said, "Don't pull out yet, then slowly close your legs." This position is actually quite good; it feels tighter, and the friction on her vagina is greater. She orgasmed very quickly. Friends who haven't tried it should give it a shot; I really like this position. Alternatively, having the woman roll over and lie face down on the bed with her legs together is also good, but you need to put both hands under her body to rub her vagina and breasts.

Afterwards, we hugged each other on the bed, feeling like we had so much to talk about. It was already past 7 pm, and I was starving. We went out to eat together, like spies. I went out first to the lobby to pay the bill, and she waited for me in the parking lot.

Haha, it was hilarious. Once in the car, we were still debating where to eat. Our city isn't very big, and we were afraid of running into acquaintances. We had no choice but to drive twenty or thirty miles to eat at a local farmhouse. She's an intellectual, a teacher. In my mind, teachers are all very rigid and serious. But I didn't expect her to be so gentle. During the meal, she kept putting food on my plate, and she drank with me when I drank, though she drank very little. I ordered a pack of beer, and she only drank one bottle. I finished the rest myself (mainly because I wanted to drink more so I'd have something to show for it when I got home). She kept urging me not to drink so much while driving. I felt like she was really falling for me. I was suddenly touched.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache. I'd drunk eight bottles of beer the night before and was a little tipsy. I lay in bed, lost in thought. My phone rang; it was a text message. I knew it was her without even looking. I picked it up and saw it was her. She even used the code! I laughed to myself. I called her back and asked what was up. She said, "Nothing, just missed me." I said, "I missed you too." We chatted for a while, and somehow, we never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Finally, I said, "I want to see you again tomorrow." She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, where are you?" I said we'd talk about it tomorrow. Or maybe we should go to that hotel again; I'll book the room, you can just go directly. She laughed and said, "Brother, let's not get straight to the point, okay?" Haha.

Finally, the next day arrived. I went straight to the hotel, booked the room, and called her to tell her the room number. A while later, she arrived. This time she was much more relaxed. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me. I said, "Go take a shower quickly!" She didn't say anything, just kept hugging me. After a while, she whispered, "You know, these past few days when I go home, I've been sleeping in a different room." I asked her, "What's wrong? Your husband isn't suspicious, is he?" She shook her head and said, "No, he trusts me completely." But I feel like I can't face him, yet I miss you. It's so painful. I laughed and said we should hurry up and make the most of it; a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. She went to take a shower, and since I had arrived early, I had already showered and was waiting for her in bed. When she came out, I hugged

her and said, "Let's start the lesson now." She laughed again and replied, "Hello, teacher, hehe." Then I said, "We're having a blowjob class today." I wanted to give her a blowjob first, but she absolutely refused. Finally, I said, "How about you use your mouth on me?" Her embarrassed look was quite funny. Then I pushed her down, and she frowned and resisted a little. I didn't care anymore and told her to first lick along the penis with her tongue, then lick the glans in circles and then take it all in. She said, "Have you ever made adult films?" hehe. Then she started doing what I said, but she really didn't know how. Although she tried her best, she kept scraping me with her teeth, which was quite uncomfortable. Once it hurt so much that I couldn't help but groan. She asked what was wrong, and I said, "Sister, you really think it's an ice pop and you're planning to eat it? Be careful and don't use your teeth!" She said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry." After blowing on it for a while, she suddenly got up, ran to the bathroom, spat out some saliva, and then went back to bed, lay down next to me, and buried her head, too embarrassed to look at me. I looked at her back; her entire naked body was very full and rounded. I stood up and adjusted her to the side of the bed, one foot on the floor and the other kneeling on the bed. We started our battle like this; I actually quite liked this position. I thrust in and out while playing with her vagina. As the movements quickened, her voice grew louder, constantly murmuring things like "baby, I love you." Suddenly, she contracted, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I could clearly see the clear liquid flowing down her legs and onto the carpet.

Her standing leg gave way and she knelt on the bed, saying, "Baby, you're around me, why aren't you coming yet?" I laughed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make you orgasm again before I come." I flipped her over, put her legs on my shoulders, and began the final sprint. When we were both exhausted and stopped moving, it got dark.

When I got home that evening, my wife had already showered and was waiting for me. I was so worried. I quickly went online to see if any of my buddies were online. Luckily, a colleague was online, so I quickly told him, "I'll treat you to drinks tonight." After agreeing, I told my wife, "Brother H is looking for me. He wants us to go for drinks. Are you coming?" My wife hates barbecue, so she said, "Go by yourself, and come back early." Only then did I leave with peace of mind. When I got there, I drank non-stop. Brother H asked me curiously, "What's wrong? Craving alcohol?" I said, "Yeah, it's been days since we drank together." But inside, I was bitterly smiling. I had no choice but to get through this. I'd spend time with my wife tomorrow. I got myself completely drunk and went home. My wife saw I was drunk but ignored me and went to sleep in another room.

I got up early this morning to attend a 315 event, so I rushed to the venue and started working. Around 9 a.m., I got a message. It was from her; I'd told her the day before I'd be there today. She was watching me from below. I quickly looked up to find her; there were so many people down there. I could feel the joy in her eyes. Then I secretly slipped down to her. We looked like spies, pretending not to know each other, and leaned close to her. I asked, "Why are you here?" She looked at the stage and said she didn't know, she just wanted to see me.

I said, "That's dangerous." Her eyes reddened, but she still didn't look at me, saying, "I just wanted to see you. If you feel I'm bothering you, I'll leave." I said, "It's okay, it's nothing." Then I stood with her downstairs for a while before going about my own business. Afterwards, I couldn't find her. I texted her but she didn't reply, and she didn't answer my calls. In the afternoon, I saw her online again and asked her questions, but she didn't reply for a long time. Finally, I asked if she was considering something. She finally replied, saying she was making up her mind. At the time, I thought she was determined to break up with me, and I felt a little reluctant. I said, "Okay, let's just consider it a beautiful memory." But then she said something that almost scared me to death. She said, "I want a divorce."

I quickly said, "What's wrong? Didn't we agree not to affect your family?" She said she really couldn't accept her husband anymore, and that meeting me was a completely new experience. She said that everyone she'd been around since childhood was very traditional and upright, and this only intensified after she started working. Most of the men were dressed in suits or very formally. This was the first time she'd encountered someone like me (I'm very casual, probably because of my job; I give off a relaxed and carefree vibe, even at 36). She said that especially this morning, when she saw me—wearing pants with many zippered pockets and a red top—I felt so relaxed, and that it made her heart flutter. She also said that even if we divorced, she wouldn't bother me. She felt that her husband, so hypocritical, was secretly having an affair, and that I was better—someone like me who directly expressed what I wanted, without being hypocritical. Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, she cautiously said, "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."

I said, "How can it be okay? You should think it over carefully, after all, there are children involved." Seeing her determined look, I didn't dare to persuade her anymore, so I said, "That's fine, but even if you get divorced, you can't do it like this. A few years ago, it was his fault, and you could still gain a lot from the divorce then. Now it's your fault, and you'll suffer a lot from the divorce." She said

, "I don't care." I said, "I know you don't care, but what about the children? The children care. They need a good environment for their future." This hit her sore spot. She was silent for a long time before finally saying, "You're always right." I said, "Don't think so much. If you keep thinking like this, I won't see you anymore." She said stubbornly, "Fine, I won't see you then." After a while, she said softly, "I miss you now." I said, "Sister, I need to save some for the grain tax." "You're even worse than Huang Shiren! At least Huang Shiren leaves some offspring for his victims, but you're just planning to cripple me!" She laughed and said, "Ugh, I didn't say what I was going to do! I'm on my period, I can't do it." I said, "Thank goodness, heaven has eyes." Finally, she asked me when I was free, and after thinking for a moment, I told her tomorrow. Today was out of the question.

We agreed to meet at the same hotel. The next day, I went to check into my room. The young woman in the lobby recognized me and smiled as soon as she saw me. She said, "You're here again?"

I felt so annoyed at that moment, thinking I could never come to this place again, I had to find another place. After checking into my room and giving her the room number, I took a shower, lay in bed, and watched TV. After a while, I actually fell asleep and slept soundly. Suddenly, I felt someone there, which startled me. I opened my eyes and saw it was her. She was kneeling on the headboard of my bed, staring at me without moving. Her eyes were filled with deep affection, which immediately woke me up. I said, "What are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?" She laughed and said, "You look so cute when you're asleep, like a little child." To be honest, I felt very uncomfortable at that moment; it felt like I'd encountered a ghost

. I asked her how long she'd been there, and she said not long, maybe half an hour. I almost fainted. Half an hour! If I had fallen asleep, she would have been silently beside me. It was terrifying. Then I got up and chatted with her, mainly asking if we were still getting a divorce. Her answer satisfied me; she said, "I know I can't change you, and I know you want to change me into what you want me to be. Since I can't change you, then I'll change myself." I laughed and asked her what I should change her to. She said, "Don't you know? You just want to avoid responsibility. You only call when you want me, and don't contact me when you don't.

Isn't that the kind of lover you've always dreamed of?" I felt ashamed at that moment. I blushed, feeling like my secret had been exposed. I didn't dare look at her face and just listened as she continued, "I know it's impossible between us, but I've already jumped in. Since I'm in, I won't regret it. If I can't change you, then I'll change myself." Honestly, I was really touched and sad at that moment, and I silently hugged her. After hugging for a while, I couldn't help but kiss her, but she wouldn't let me kiss her lips. I got a little angry, turned her head to face me, and asked her, "What's wrong?" She closed her eyes and said, "No, I want it every time you kiss me." I said, "Let's do it then, who's afraid of who?" She whispered, "I'm really on my period, I can't do it." I laughed when I heard that and said, "Then our class can continue.

Last class was oral sex, this class we'll play oral sex." She blushed and said, "How come you have so many tricks up your sleeve? You're such a little devil." In our local dialect, "huo" means "to do something." I laughed happily and said, "I am your little devil." Then I started hugging and kissing her passionately. Soon she couldn't take it anymore and hugged me tightly. I took off her top and took off my clothes too. Because of the oral sex last time, I wasn't so shy this time. I lay down, and she knelt down beside me, busy giving me oral sex. This time it felt much better than last time. I told her to use her breasts to hold my penis, but she wasn't quite sure how, so I had to grab her nipples and hold them together myself. It went on for a long, long time. Sometimes I used my mouth, sometimes my breasts, until I was completely exhausted. It was a standard-sized room. At first, she was kneeling on the bed, but then she slid down to the floor between the two beds, panting heavily. She begged me to hurry, saying she was exhausted and I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and pulled her head back to continue. This sight fascinated me; the sense of conquest and pride was incredibly satisfying. Watching a teacher submit to my lower body like that was very moving. I sped up.

When I felt the urge to ejaculate, she also felt a little nauseous, but I couldn't care less at that point. I held her head tightly. With a low growl, I ejaculated, and at the same time, she vomited. Semen was all over her face, chest, and even her hair. She knelt and leaned against the other bed, glaring at me angrily, then brandished her fist at me, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you little devil." A

romantic and passionate rainy night. Yesterday she called me, saying, "Let's have dinner together, I haven't seen you for days." I asked her with a mischievous smile, "Is your period over?" She smiled mischievously and said, "Do you have anything else to do? All you ever think about is this. Luckily, it just ended today." We arranged a time, and I went to pick her up. It was already past 5 pm when I got to her. In the end, we went to that farmhouse restaurant again, a fairly large room, just the two of us, kind of like a private room. We ate, drank, and chatted, it was so enjoyable.

It had been several days since we'd last seen each other, and I don't know why we had so much to say, it felt like we hadn't finished talking. Suddenly, it started to drizzle. I love rain, whether it's a heavy downpour or a light drizzle, it always feels so comforting. While we were drinking, she asked me a question. I said, "Go ahead, what is it?" She thought for a moment and said, "Okay, never mind." But I'm a very curious person, so I insisted she tell me. Finally, she said, "If I get divorced, I won't bother your family, and I don't need any living expenses or anything. Can we still be together?" I was a little stunned. After thinking for a while, I said, "You mean, I'll be your mistress?" She nodded. To be honest, I was quite happy at the time. I think any man would be happy to have a woman willing to be his mistress, proving he's not bad, haha. But then I thought about it again and realized it wasn't like that. So I said, "No, why would you do that? It's not only unfair to you, but I'd also feel guilty." We talked about this for a while, and then she laughed and said, "Look how happy you are! I'm not like that. I was just kidding." The rain outside the window started to get heavier.

After dinner, I drove, my favorite music playing in the car, "Hotel California." Raindrops pattered against the window and quickly dispersed. She touched my hand and said, "I missed you." I smiled and asked, "Shall we get a room? It's getting late, almost 10 pm, and we both need to go home soon." Suddenly, I turned the car onto a side street where no one was around. We kissed passionately, the intensity almost suffocating. After a while, I said, "Let's get in the back seat." She shyly followed me to the back. I said, "Tonight, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life." She nodded. Knowing what I wanted to do, I pulled down her pants, ready to enter her. At that moment, the urge to change cars suddenly became very strong; this old car was too cramped. This year I had to get a better car, at least one with more space. And so, with great passion, we began, accompanied by melodious music and falling rain.

We've been seeing each other almost every day these past few days. For convenience, I rented an apartment with basic furniture and a water heater, one of the reasons I liked it—I can shower after making love, haha. This afternoon, while chatting online with her, she suddenly asked me if I kept my word from last night. She said she drank too much and couldn't remember what she said. Then I asked her what she said, and after a long silence, she cried on the computer screen. I could feel it. It took me a long time to comfort her before she calmed down. She said, "I'm not forcing you to get a divorce, but my heart is really in turmoil. I don't know why, it's just chaotic. Maybe love is exclusive. I want to possess you completely, but I know it's impossible. What should I do?"

I tried to persuade her for a long time, telling her to think positively, that we both have families, and to let things take their course. Later, as we were talking, I got aroused again, so I told her to go to the "little house" (a place for sex workers). She was very reluctant and said, "I haven't had anything else to do these past few days. I've already done all the lovemaking I need for the year. Didn't we just do it twice yesterday? They're on strike today. I'm not going. The workers have a Sunday off." I chuckled and said, "Just consider it overtime." After much coaxing and pleading, she finally agreed. When we got there, it was unexpectedly very cold, the temperature was very low, and there was no blanket, just a small one. We shivered as we got into bed. She was very thoughtful; even during sex, she remembered to cover me with the blanket, afraid I would catch a cold. I could feel that kind of true love. After we finished, she used her body to warm my legs and feet. I'm sensitive to the cold, and my legs and feet get icy cold easily. I guess all women in love are like this, right? Their minds are in turmoil, and their words become incoherent. I just listened to her rambling on and on, saying things like she felt deceived, or that she knew it wouldn't work out and that she deserved it, etc. It was driving me crazy.

As she was leaving, she hugged me for a long, long time before finally saying, "I really want you to be my husband, even just for a week. Just for one week, so I can spend my life with you." I was touched, yet also helpless. Sigh!

To be honest, I feel my marriage is facing its biggest crisis right now, and the source of that crisis is the internet. Although my wife and I still seem so sweet to others, we know there's a problem.

One last thing, I'm really sad today. Her husband came back and wanted to sleep with her, but she refused. She tried everything to avoid him. He saw me today and asked what to do. How should I know? I don't want to break up her family. Sigh. But he just keeps saying that, insisting I be his mistress. I said no, sister. You have a family and children. I don't want to be a bad person. I know you love me, but I really can't bear this love. Seeing her cry makes me sad too.

Yesterday, I was out drinking when she called and asked what I was doing. I said I was having dinner with friends. Then there was a moment of silence, and I heard her low voice say, "I miss you. I haven't seen you for a week. I've been trying so hard to stop thinking about you, but I can't control my mind." I felt so bad for her, so I said, "Okay, come see me." I gave her my address, and she came a little while later. She's really crazy now. Self-respect doesn't matter to her anymore; all she cares about is seeing me.

My friend sensed something was wrong and quietly asked me, "Is that your lover?" I smiled bitterly and said, "A friend, just a friend." After dinner, I was a little drunk, so I took her straight to my rented apartment. I roughly pushed her onto the bed after entering, tearing off all her clothes. I wanted to give her oral sex, but she had always disagreed, saying it didn't feel right for me. However, seeing me like this, she didn't say anything. I told her I just liked 69; it was very exciting. Then I started 69 on top of her, licking her large, fleshy vulva. Soon, she was very wet, moaning as she diligently sucked and licked me. I put my tongue inside her vagina; it was hot, and the fluid quickly flowed to her anus. Then I put a finger inside her anus and slowly moved it in and out. Her voice was so loud it scared me a little. She cried out to me, "I'm yours, baby."

I played like this for a while, then I mounted her and started thrusting. I tried all sorts of positions, but I couldn't ejaculate. I was so frustrated, probably because of the alcohol. Finally, she said, "Baby, let's ejaculate from behind. I used to ejaculate very quickly with her, and she even asked me how I could ejaculate so fast when we did it from behind, haha." Then she turned her over so her back was facing me. Her anus was very wet, and I thrust in directly. That warm feeling enveloped me tightly, and soon, I finally returned to my old responsiveness, letting out a low growl as I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, I lay on the bed, still feeling dizzy, and she started massaging me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't say anything, and she just lovingly massaged me. She said to me, "You're amazing, you know, I had several orgasms just now?" I asked how many times, and she laughed, saying, "Three times during 69, four times during sex, seven times in total." I said, "Oh, seven times? That's about once a day on average. That's good, seeing each other once a week, so it'll be more evenly distributed."

I was still lying in bed, comfortably being massaged by her, when my phone flashed. It was a text message. I had put the phone on vibrate and didn't see it at the time. When I opened my eyes, she was holding my phone and reading the message. I quickly snatched it away, saying, "What are you doing? Peeping at my privacy!" She didn't say anything. I then looked at the message, and my head buzzed. It was from an online friend from another city, someone I chatted with quite well, someone I often video chatted with. It said things like, "Baby, what are you doing? I miss you," etc. I was a little stunned and immediately said, "The temperature will reach 30 degrees tomorrow," meaning the weather forecast had come in. But she kept giving me that sinister smile, and I knew something was wrong.

I didn't contact her for the next few days, partly because I was busy with work, and partly because I wanted to keep my distance. After all, I didn't want to get too close and end up in a mess. That afternoon, I was online when I suddenly saw she had left me a message saying she needed to talk to me. I called her back, and she said she wanted to talk.

I said, "What's wrong? Can't we talk here?" No, she insisted on meeting in person. I found it strange and asked her what was wrong. She cried and said she got drunk last night and filed for divorce from her husband. She was also coming to see me today to end our relationship. I felt uneasy and didn't know what to say, so I said, "Okay, let's meet." Actually, I knew she was reluctant to do anything to end things. If she really made up her mind, wouldn't it be better to just stop seeing each other altogether? I asked her where we should meet, and she said, "Let's go to the little house, the one we rent." I went there on time that evening, and after a while, she arrived. I asked her, "Are you crazy? Why are you drinking all the time?" She said, "It's all your fault."

I said, "What did I do?" Then she started crying. I quickly comforted her; I hate it when women cry. After a while, she said, "How could you be so bad? I don't care about your wife, but why are you seeing other women?" I smiled bitterly and said, "That's just how I am. Since I've already given in, I might as well be a complete bastard." Suddenly, she hugged me very tightly and said, "Don't abandon me, okay? Really.

I don't want to think about anything else; I'll just focus on being your mistress." Please don't look for other women, okay? I'm going crazy. My heart softened. Actually, this was a good opportunity to break up. But seeing her pitiful look, I couldn't bear it, so I picked her up and started caressing her. After a while, just as I was about to continue, she said she had her period, and she was feeling down. But she was so considerate of me. She didn't say anything, just laid me down on the bed, then took off my clothes, buried her head in my mouth, and started sucking and licking me very diligently and carefully. I was both touched and sad. Touched because her feelings for me were genuine, and sad because I really didn't know how to end this...

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