Housewife was raped by her neighbor

I am 38 years old, married for ten years, with a son and a daughter. My marriage is peaceful and happy. My husband is four years older than me. The incident happened a few years ago. I was an ordinary, dutiful housewife. One morning, a close friend from the fourth floor of the same building called my home and invited me to come over for a chat. I was busy with housework at the time, so I told her on the phone that I would come over as soon as I finished. About half an hour later, after finishing my housework and freshening up, I went to her house as agreed and rang the doorbell.

Her husband answered the door, saying his wife had just gone out. I thought, "Oh! Oh... I guess I'll have to go home now!" But her husband warmly invited me in to wait for his wife, saying she had just gone out to buy something and should be back soon. (Her husband works three shifts, and this week he was on the night shift, so he was home during the day.) Unable to resist her husband's kind invitation, and since I had nothing else to do anyway, and we were familiar neighbors, I nodded and went in.

After I went in, he casually closed the iron gate to the front balcony and locked it. I was a little nervous... Looking around, the living room was a bit messy, and I noticed he seemed to have been watching TV. There were several DVDs on the table, some of which had covers with nude women on them... they seemed to be adult films. This scene made me a little uneasy... but I was too embarrassed to say I had to leave right after coming in, so I pretended not to see them.

He opened the refrigerator, poured a glass of orange juice, and politely offered it to me. He then hurriedly and nervously put the DVD cases on the table into the coffee table drawer. He then sat down and chatted with me in the living room. During our conversation, he praised me for taking good care of myself, saying that I looked so young and had such a great figure, not at all like a mother of two (perhaps it was due to years of deliberate care and pampering that my skin and figure, though I was already in my forties, still looked like a woman in her twenties, with a curvaceous figure and full of sex appeal). I smiled and responded politely and humbly.

We chatted idly for about half an hour while waiting... His wife still hadn't returned, so the conversation stopped. The atmosphere became a little tense, with only the two of us alone in the room... The awkward silence was unsettling and unsettling... I felt uneasy. His gaze was strange; I felt like he was staring at my body... I had a bad feeling, so I checked my watch and said I couldn't wait any longer and had to go home. Just as I was getting up to leave, he blocked my way, urging me to wait a little longer and continue chatting with him... "I... I really want to hug you, is that okay?" he suddenly asked, puzzled. "What?" I was startled.

Upon hearing this, I quickly made an excuse that I had things to do at home. "No!...You're joking! I'm going back!" I insisted on leaving, but unexpectedly, he suddenly pounced on me from behind and hugged me tightly. I screamed in fright, and he forcefully covered my mouth. Then he told me that he had secretly liked me for a long time and begged me not to scream and to let him hug me. I nervously said, "Don't do this! You're eight or nine years younger than me..." But he said he didn't care. I got angry and said, "Let go! We both have families, and you already have a beautiful wife..."

He replied, "What does it matter!" I said, "?!...You don't care...but...I do!" I struggled fiercely, but couldn't break free from his strong, tight arms. So I threatened him, "If you don't let go, I'm going to scream for help!" But he didn't let go; instead, he started groping me, brazenly touching my breasts, buttocks, and body. He continued, "Get this straight!...This is my house. If you're not afraid of losing face, then keep screaming." I resisted, screaming, "...Ah!...No!..."

Since I became an adult, I've occasionally encountered sexual harassment and unwanted advances in my daily life, whether it's grocery shopping or strolling around. But he's the only one who's ever touched me so directly. I don't know if I was really afraid of attracting attention and losing face, or if this feeling...stimulated me so much that I couldn't bear to scream. I could only struggle and resist, facing his grabbing my bra and breasts, whispering, "No! Don't do this!"...but I never dared to scream out loud. "Mmm...Ah!...No!..."

After all, women are weaker, and my resistance was always firmly controlled by him. My top and skirt were forcibly torn off, and I was continuously touched and stimulated... which made me feel like I was in a dream. "Mmm... Ah!... No!...] The struggle continued for an unknown amount of time... but he still forcibly unhooked my bra, peeled it off, and threw it aside. "Your breasts are so big! So beautiful~" He used both hands, ten fingers together, to play with my breasts with a bit of rough force... pinching and squeezing my nipples. "No! Ah!... Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... No!..." I had turned into a pleading cry. "...Please don't do this... Waaah... Ah!... Mmm... Oh... Mmm... No!..."

Suddenly, a strange sensation came from my lower body. Oh no? In the struggle, I didn't know when, but my panties had been forcibly pulled down to my calves and ankles. "Mmm... So sexy... Such beautiful panties..." he praised. I was wearing a red semi-transparent silk panty... and he was burying his head in my private parts, kissing and sucking, "Such thick hair... Heh... Heh... Your nature... must be very horny..." This was the first time in my life that someone had licked my private parts. Married for many years, my husband had never done this to me before. He's a bit of a germaphobe, and our sex life is rather monotonous and unchanging.

This feeling was indescribable. After about ten minutes, my defenses completely collapsed... I not only gave up resisting but also gently swayed my hips to meet his moans. "Ah! Ya... um... um..." I threw all my guilt to the back of my mind, hoping it would continue.

I knew my private parts were constantly wet, and the pleasurable feeling was continuous. Suddenly, he stopped sucking and licking, and inserted his penis into my vagina. The speed was so fast and hard that I didn't have time to resist or block it... "Ah!" I cried out. "Ah! No!... um... ah... oh... um... no..." His penis was so big, and I felt extremely full. "Oh no? I'm being penetrated by a man other than my husband..." "Ah!... um... oh... no... um... ah... um..." Even though I felt pain and sadness, my instincts made me moan softly. "No! Ah!... um... oh... um... ah... um..."

"Ah!...Hmm...Oh...Hmm...Ah...Hmm..." After he forcefully thrust in and out hundreds of times, I don't know how he did it, but he flipped me over and stripped me completely naked. We were both completely naked, with me on top. This made it me who took the initiative, something I had never done before (my husband had never done this)... "You little slut! You're clearly craving to be fucked..." He teasingly laughed and started to kiss me forcefully, and I responded with a passionate French kiss.

I never expected that taking the initiative would feel so good. I could control the stimulation of my sensitive areas. He grabbed and played with my full breasts, which were swaying rhythmically up and down. Soon I experienced the happiest and most comfortable feeling of my life. I knew this was an orgasm...a real orgasm (before this, I always thought...that having sex with my husband would result in orgasms, because it was quite comfortable...but it was always over after my husband ejaculated, even though I still wanted more).

After he ejaculated, I moved on top for a while before stopping. "...Hmm...Oh...Hmm...Ah...Hmm..." Then he flipped me over and changed positions. It turned out he hadn't ejaculated yet. He continued thrusting into me, and after a while, I started to feel pleasure again, and soon I had another orgasm.

We changed positions several times, going at it for almost two hours in total. I was really tired… but I didn't want to stop. “Ah!… um… oh… um… ah… um… so good… um… oh… um… ah!…” Finally, I couldn't help but ask him why he hadn't come yet. Unexpectedly, he replied that he wanted me to have the most pleasurable experience, and if I was satisfied, he could ejaculate within minutes because he could control it perfectly. I didn't quite believe it, but he actually did it for me, ejaculating in a very short time.

I roughly calculated that I orgasmed at least three or four times. I asked, “How can you control yourself so perfectly?” He said he had endured a lot of hardship to train himself to be like that. But in my heart, I wondered if every man was like that, except for my husband. (Very fast) In all my life, besides my husband, he has been the only man I've ever had.

After cleaning my genitals and getting dressed, I said plaintively, "I never expected you to do this. It's a good thing everyone in this community says you're honest, but he said it wasn't intentional, that he's had a crush on me for a long time because I'm very pretty, and that he really couldn't help himself to treat me like this."

I asked him, with a hint of jealousy, "With so many tricks up your sleeve, you must have a lot of experience." He admitted to having several girlfriends, but said those women couldn't compare to him. He added, "If I wanted, I could give up any woman except my wife."

Then he told me a secret: they used to engage in wife-swapping online, letting their wives sleep with other men and letting strange men have sex with them. He also had sex with their wives, and they had swapped partners more than five times. He said his wife had gone from being reserved and shy to being open and promiscuous, from initially opposing it to now enjoying it, fully understanding and enjoying the pleasure of sex. I was quite surprised and unexpected. His wife worked as a nurse at a large hospital, with delicate features... she looked gentle, beautiful, and elegant; I never imagined she would participate in such a perverted activity as wife-swapping.

He was afraid I wouldn't believe him, so he showed me evidence taken with a digital camera: several photos in his computer files of his wife wearing a blindfold and having sex naked with strange men. Several couples were involved, all with wanton and lewd expressions… The content of the photos was so explicit and wild that I was stunned, blushing, and couldn't help but believe him.

Later, I vaguely understood that the rape I experienced at his home was also orchestrated by him. He instructed his wife to invite me by phone… and then not return home, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me later.

We've been secretly seeing each other for five years now. He's a very pleasure-seeking person; whenever and wherever he has the opportunity, he'll have sex with me. To please him, I almost always obey him. For example, he likes me to wear skirts (the shorter the better, he says my legs are long and beautiful, both sexy and wanting to be fucked), and to avoid wearing underwear as much as possible for easy sex. He likes me to expose my body (we've had sex outdoors or in high-rise buildings with windows open many times). I later cooperated by letting him take many nude photos of me completely naked…

He liked to intentionally or unintentionally lift up my skirt, saying he wanted to show others that I wasn't wearing underwear. He even said that it would be a waste not to show off my good looks and let more men appreciate them. Once, he even went so far as to ask his brother to have sex with me, but I refused to the death. He later told me that he had shown some of my nude photos to his brother recently, and his brother was very excited after seeing them. He thought I had a great figure, somewhat like the actress Ge Weiru, and had a mature woman's charm. He also really wanted to have sex with me.

I think he's a bit perverted when it comes to sex... He even shows his younger brother photos of his wife exchanging sex pictures with other men, and he even encourages and assists his younger brother in having sex with his wife (his sister-in-law)... and quite a few times...

But isn't that incest?! He doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, even saying that he's willing to let a complete stranger have sex with his wife, so why be stingy with his own brother?! If his brother gets married in the future, he'll reciprocate by letting his wife have sex with him, as long as he takes precautions and uses a condom... No barriers, closer relationship, and no need to spend money to satisfy needs outside.

He even said that if my husband wants to have sex with his nurse wife one day? He can agree to arrange it. In short, everyone is happy! He likes to call me his mistress, and I'm mostly obedient to him. Over the years, I don't know what other areas... we haven't had sex?

1. After all these years, I still don't know if he truly loves me, or if he's only with me because I can satisfy him? (He often says that no one but me can satisfy him).

2. I'm happy when I'm with him, but when I'm with my husband and children, I feel terrible for them and want to end this ill-fated relationship.

3. Am I more promiscuous than the average woman? Why do I orgasm even when I'm raped? I vaguely have a thought about... agreeing to let his brother and sister have sex with me... a threesome. If he keeps encouraging and persuading me... maybe I'll agree? (I don't know his brother well, I've met him a few times, and my impression of him wasn't bad...) I wonder what that feeling would be like?! If I know someone is secretly watching during sex, although I feel a little uneasy, I also feel a vague excitement and a stronger sensation... He recently said he's talked to his wife and wants to find a time for me to have sex with them, and he wants to have sex with both of us at the same time...

I'm starting to doubt my limits. (I've heard that women don't orgasm when they're raped.) But... sigh...

I'm 38 years old, married for ten years, with a son and a daughter. My marriage is peaceful and happy. My husband is four years older than me. This happened a few years ago. I was an ordinary, dutiful housewife. One morning, a close friend from the fourth floor of my building called and invited me to come over for a chat. I was busy with housework at the time, so I told her I'd come over as soon as I finished. About half an hour later, after finishing my chores and freshening up, I went to her house and rang the doorbell.

Her husband answered, saying his wife had just gone out. I thought, "Oh! Oh... I guess I'll have to go home now!" But her husband warmly invited me in to wait for his wife, saying she had just gone out to buy something and should be back soon. (Her husband works three shifts, and this week he was on the night shift, so he was home during the day.) Unable to resist her husband's kind invitation, and since I had nothing else to do anyway, and we were already familiar neighbors, I nodded and went in.

Once inside, he casually closed and locked the iron gate to the front balcony. I felt a little nervous… Looking around, the living room was a bit messy. I noticed he seemed to have been watching TV; there were several DVDs on the table, some with covers featuring nude women… seemingly adult films. This scene made me uneasy… but I felt bad about leaving so soon, so I pretended not to notice.

He opened the refrigerator, poured me a glass of orange juice, politely offered it to me, and nervously and hastily put the DVD cases into the coffee table drawer. Then he sat down and chatted with me in the living room. During our conversation, he complimented me on how well I took care of myself, how young I looked, and how well I maintained my figure, not at all like a mother of two (perhaps it's due to years of deliberate care and pampering, making my skin and figure, though I'm forty, still like a woman in her twenties, with a curvaceous figure). (Sexy and charming), I smiled and responded politely and humbly.

We chatted idly while waiting, about half an hour later... his wife still hadn't returned, so the conversation stopped. The atmosphere became a little tense, with only the two of us alone in the room... the awkward silence was unsettling and made me uneasy. His gaze was strange; I felt like he was staring at my body... I had a bad feeling, so I checked my watch and said I couldn't wait any longer and had to go home. Just as I was about to leave, he blocked my way, urging me to wait a little longer and continue chatting with him... "I... I really want to hug you, is that okay?" he suddenly asked strangely. "What?" I was startled.

Hearing this, I quickly said I had things to do at home, "No!... Don't joke around! I'm going home!" I insisted on leaving, but unexpectedly he suddenly pounced on me from behind and hugged me tightly. I screamed in fright, and he forcefully covered my mouth. Then he told me that he had secretly liked me for a long time and begged me not to scream, to let him hug me. I nervously said: “Don’t do this! You’re eight or nine years younger than me…” He said he didn’t care. I got angry and said, “Let go! We both have families, and you already have a beautiful wife…”

He replied, “What does it matter!” I said, “?!…You don’t matter…but…I do matter!” I struggled, but I couldn’t break free from his strong arms. So I threatened him, “If you don’t let go, I’m going to scream for help!” But he didn’t let go. Instead, he started groping me, brazenly touching my breasts, buttocks, and body. He continued, “Get this straight!…This is my home. If you’re not afraid of losing face, then keep screaming.” "I resisted and cried out, '...Ah!...No!...'

Since I was old enough to understand, I've occasionally encountered sexual harassment and unwanted advances in my daily life, whether it's buying groceries or shopping. But he's the only one who's ever touched me so directly. I don't know if I was afraid of attracting attention and losing face, or if the feeling...was so stimulating that I couldn't bear to scream. I could only struggle and resist, facing his grip on my bra and breasts, whispering, 'No! Don't do this!'...but I never dared to scream out loud. 'Mmm...Ah!...No!...'"

After all, women are weaker, and my resistance was always firmly controlled by him. My top and skirt were forcibly torn off, and I was continuously touched and stimulated... which made me feel like I was in a dream. "Mmm... Ah!... No!...] The struggle continued for an unknown amount of time... but he still forcibly unhooked my bra, peeled it off, and threw it aside. "Your breasts are so big! So beautiful~" He used both hands, ten fingers together, to play with my breasts with a bit of rough force... pinching and squeezing my nipples. "No! Ah!... Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... No!..." I had turned into a pleading cry. "...Please don't do this... Waaah... Ah!... Mmm... Oh... Mmm... No!..."

Suddenly, a strange sensation came from my lower body. Oh no? In the struggle, I didn't know when, but my panties had been forcibly pulled down to my calves and ankles. "Mmm... So sexy... Such beautiful panties..." he praised. I was wearing a red semi-transparent silk panty... and he was burying his head in my private parts, kissing and sucking, "Such thick hair... Heh... Heh... Your nature... must be very horny..." This was the first time in my life that someone had licked my private parts. Married for many years, my husband had never done this to me before. He's a bit of a germaphobe, and our sex life is rather monotonous and unchanging.

This feeling was indescribable. After about ten minutes, my defenses completely collapsed... I not only gave up resisting but also gently swayed my hips to meet his moans. "Ah! Ya... um... um..." I threw all my guilt to the back of my mind, hoping it would continue.

I knew my private parts were constantly wet, and the pleasurable feeling was continuous. Suddenly, he stopped sucking and licking, and inserted his penis into my vagina. The speed was so fast and hard that I didn't have time to resist or block it... "Ah!" I cried out. "Ah! No!... um... ah... oh... um... no..." His penis was so big, and I felt extremely full. "Oh no? I'm being penetrated by a man other than my husband..." "Ah!... um... oh... no... um... ah... um..." Even though I felt pain and sadness, my instincts made me moan softly. "No! Ah!... um... oh... um... ah... um..."

"Ah!...Hmm...Oh...Hmm...Ah...Hmm..." After he forcefully thrust in and out hundreds of times, I don't know how he did it, but he flipped me over and stripped me completely naked. We were both completely naked, with me on top. This made it me who took the initiative, something I had never done before (my husband had never done this)... "You little slut! You're clearly craving to be fucked..." He teasingly laughed and started to kiss me forcefully, and I responded with a passionate French kiss.

I never expected that taking the initiative would feel so good. I could control the stimulation of my sensitive areas. He grabbed and played with my full breasts, which were swaying rhythmically up and down. Soon I experienced the happiest and most comfortable feeling of my life. I knew this was an orgasm...a real orgasm (before this, I always thought...that having sex with my husband would result in orgasms, because it was quite comfortable...but it was always over after my husband ejaculated, even though I still wanted more).

After he ejaculated, I moved on top for a while before stopping. "...Hmm...Oh...Hmm...Ah...Hmm..." Then he flipped me over and changed positions. It turned out he hadn't ejaculated yet. He continued thrusting into me, and after a while, I started to feel pleasure again, and soon I had another orgasm.

We changed positions several times, going at it for almost two hours in total. I was really tired… but I didn't want to stop. “Ah!… um… oh… um… ah… um… so good… um… oh… um… ah!…” Finally, I couldn't help but ask him why he hadn't come yet. Unexpectedly, he replied that he wanted me to have the most pleasurable experience, and if I was satisfied, he could ejaculate within minutes because he could control it perfectly. I didn't quite believe it, but he actually did it for me, ejaculating in a very short time.

I roughly calculated that I orgasmed at least three or four times. I asked, “How can you control yourself so perfectly?” He said he had endured a lot of hardship to train himself to be like that. But in my heart, I wondered if every man was like that, except for my husband. (Very fast) In all my life, besides my husband, he's been the only man I've ever had.

After cleaning my genitals and getting dressed, I said plaintively, "I never expected you to do this. It's a good thing everyone in this community says you're honest, but he said it wasn't intentional, that he's had a crush on me for a long time because I'm beautiful, and he really couldn't help himself."

I asked him jealously, "With so many tricks up your sleeve, you must have a lot of experience." He admitted to having several girlfriends, but said those women couldn't compare to me. He said, "If I wanted to, I could give up any woman except my wife."

Then he told me a secret: they used to engage in wife-swapping through online dating, letting their wives sleep with other men and allowing strange men to have sex with them. He also had sex with their wives, and they had swapped partners more than five times. He said his wife had transformed from being reserved and shy to being open and promiscuous, going from initially opposing it to now enjoying it, fully understanding and enjoying the pleasure of sex. I was quite surprised and unexpected. His wife worked as a nurse at a large hospital, with delicate features... she seemed gentle, beautiful, and elegant; I never imagined she would participate in such a perverted activity as wife-swapping.

To make sure I didn't believe him, he showed me evidence taken with a digital camera: several photos in his computer files of his wife wearing a blindfold and having sex naked with strange men. Several couples were involved, all with wanton and lewd expressions... The content of the photos was open and wild, leaving me speechless and blushing. I couldn't help but believe him.

Later, I vaguely understood that the rape I experienced at his home was also orchestrated by him. He instructed his wife to invite me by phone... and then leave without returning home, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me later.

And so, we continued our clandestine affair for five years. He's a man who knows how to enjoy himself; whenever and wherever he gets the chance, he'll have sex with me. To please him, I almost always obey his every command. For example, he likes me to wear skirts (the shorter the better, he says my legs are long and beautiful, both sexy and horny), and to avoid wearing underwear so we can have sex anytime. He likes me to expose my body (we've had sex many times outdoors or in high-rise buildings with windows open). I later cooperated by letting him take many erotic photos of me completely naked…

He likes to intentionally or unintentionally lift up my skirt, saying he wants to show others what it's like when I'm not wearing underwear. He even said that it would be a waste not to show off my good looks and let more men appreciate me. He even went so far as to ask his brother to sleep with me once, but I refused to agree. He later told me that he had shown some of my nude photos to his brother recently. After seeing them, his brother was very excited and liked me a lot. He thought I had a great figure, looked a bit like the actress Ge Weiru, and had the charm of a mature woman. He also really wanted to have sex with me.

I think he's a bit perverted when it comes to sex... He even shows his younger brother photos of his wife exchanging sex pictures with other men, and he even encourages and assists his younger brother in having sex with his wife (his sister-in-law)... and quite a few times...

But isn't that incest?! He doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, even saying that he's willing to let a complete stranger have sex with his wife, so why be stingy with his own brother?! If his brother gets married in the future, he'll reciprocate by letting his wife have sex with him, as long as he takes precautions and uses a condom... No barriers, closer relationship, and no need to spend money to satisfy needs outside.

He even said that if my husband wants to have sex with his nurse wife one day? He can agree to arrange it. In short, everyone is happy! He likes to call me his mistress, and I'm mostly obedient to him. Over the years, I don't know what other areas... we haven't had sex?

1. After all these years, I still don't know if he truly loves me, or if he's only with me because I can satisfy him? (He often says that no one but me can satisfy him).

2. I am happy whenever I am with him, but when I am with my husband and children, I feel that I have let them down and I want to end this ill-fated relationship.

3. Am I more promiscuous than the average woman? Why do I experience orgasm even when I'm raped? I'm vaguely tempted... to let his brother and another man have sex with me... a threesome. If he keeps encouraging and persuading me... maybe I'll agree? (I'm not close to his brother, just met him a few times, and my impression of him wasn't bad...) I wonder what that feeling would be like?! Knowing someone is secretly watching during sex makes me a little uneasy, but also secretly more excited and aroused... He recently said he's talked to his wife and wants to find a time for me to have sex with them, that he wants to have sex with both of us at the same time...

I'm starting to doubt my limits. (I've heard that women don't experience orgasm when raped.) But... sigh...

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