Betrayed his wife

"Honey, it's been so long—we haven't made love," Sha said to me tenderly, wearing her cute pajamas.
"Yes, I'm sorry," I said, turning on the bedside lamp. "Come on, baby."
Sha turned off the light and got into bed, just like everyone else. I unbuttoned Sha's pajamas and kissed her breasts. Sha's breasts weren't big, but they were firm and bouncy, pink and very sensitive. As always, Sha kept her eyes closed, letting out soft moans.
So I reached into Sha's pajama bottoms and touched her vulva through her underwear. I couldn't feel any lubrication, so I rubbed it a couple of times and felt some moisture on her underwear. I said, "Wife, how is it?"
"Hmm, almost there, come in," Sha said shyly.
Sha said yes, but I could clearly feel that her vulva wasn't as wet as when we were dating. Of course, it wasn't just Sha; I felt the same way. During foreplay, my penis wasn't quite hard enough, and I'd have to masturbate a bit more.
So, on a whim, I pulled down Sha's panties and spread her legs. Looking at Sha's labia majora and pink vulva, I immediately got excited and said to Sha, "Let me lick it for you."
"No!" Unexpectedly, Sha reacted strongly, immediately clamping her legs together and covering her vulva with her hands, saying, "Ugh, so embarrassing. Come on."
"Oh—" My enthusiasm waned, and I felt my penis gradually soften. But at this point, I had no choice but to force it back up with my hand and barely managed to penetrate Sha's body, beginning to thrust.
I supported myself on the bed, and Sha held onto my shoulders. After a while, we switched to rear-entry, with Sha supporting herself on the bed and me holding her waist. Finally, we switched back to missionary position, ending our marital relations.
Afterwards, Sha went to the bathroom to shower. Undeniably, after ejaculating, looking at Sha's back, I felt even more listless. Seeing her return from the shower with a cheerful smile, I felt a sense of satisfaction, even though I didn't sense any dissatisfaction from her.
After all, Sha was my life partner, not an object for releasing desires. Especially when she said to me, "Goodnight, honey," I felt that all the forcing myself earlier was worthwhile.
Sha was a year younger than me in college, because she started school earlier, so she was a little over a year younger than me. I was born in 1993, and Sha was born in 1995. We started dating when I was a sophomore and she was a freshman. Sha had a healing smile and a cheerful personality. She wasn't particularly stunning in appearance, but she was tall at 169 cm.
After dating for two years, Sha gave me her precious first time as I graduated from college. Four years after starting work, with the help of my parents, I bought a house and successfully married Sha. On our wedding night, we unlocked the doggy style, and now, a year into our marriage, nothing has changed. Our relationship is still fulfilling, but the stagnant state of our married life leaves me somewhat unsatisfied.
In the morning, I walked towards the elevator, still thinking about yesterday's events. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, I quickly stepped forward, "Wait a minute!"
The elevator doors opened, and a woman with impeccable makeup and trendy clothes, about my age, stood there pressing the open button. I quickly thanked her, "Thank you." "
You're welcome." The woman was dressed assertively, but spoke quite politely.
Since there were only the two of us in the elevator, I quickly moved to a corner to avoid any misunderstandings. Even so, I could still smell the woman's fragrance.
I couldn't help but observe her. She wore a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She wasn't very tall, but not short either, probably around 162 or 163 cm. She wore a hat, and her short, golden hair fell over her shoulders. I think this wasn't the first time I'd seen this woman, but I hadn't paid much attention before.
Soon the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened. I stopped the elevator door, gesturing for the woman to exit first. After exiting, the woman said, "Thank you," and left.
Two days later, Sa and I went to see a movie on the weekend. On our way downstairs, we ran into this woman and her husband. Her husband was quite tall, probably close to 180cm, and had a large build, but he looked rather frail, with dark circles under his eyes. He was dressed very fashionably; I don't know much else, but his pair of Jordan sneakers must have been quite expensive.
"Do you live here too?" the woman asked.
"Yes. We live on the 9th floor," Sa replied enthusiastically.
"We live on the 8th floor, but it's a rented apartment; we just moved here recently. Let's add each other on WeChat if it's convenient, so we can look out for each other," the woman said.
"Sure," Sa said, taking out her phone and opening WeChat.
After adding each other on WeChat, they created a small group chat. Her husband and I were also added; their WeChat names in the group were Lily and Kui, which I'll just call them for now.
Over the next week, I saw Lily twice and Kui once in the elevator. Although we added each other on WeChat, it was really just a matter of social politeness; when we met, we just exchanged simple greetings, without any deeper conversation.
Until the weekend's homeowners' meeting, Sa went back to her parents' house to help with her distant cousin's wedding, so I went to the property management office instead. Most of the residents were middle-aged, in their forties or fifties. I immediately spotted Lily, and the two of us, being young, naturally sat together.
Lily and Kui were the same age as me, a little older. They worked at a self-media company, kind of like an entrepreneur. They were from a different world than Sa and me, who worked in the civil service. You could tell from their clothes. Even in the sweltering summer, I was always wearing a shirt and trousers, top buttoned up tightly. Sa wore a t-shirt and long skirt with a t-shirt underneath.
Lily, on the other hand, was much more energetic. Today she was wearing sporty hot pants, a low-cut white t-shirt, and her black bra was particularly eye-catching. I think any man would be tempted to look away in that situation, and I was no exception.
Lily was obviously aware of this, but she neither indulged my gaze nor showed any sign of aversion. She noticed the way I was stealing glances at her, a look that was undeniably ambiguous.
"Have you been home alone these past few days?" Lily suddenly asked.
"Yeah, she went back to her parents' house for some business," I replied.
"My husband's not home this weekend either, how about we have dinner together?" Lily invited.
"Sure." I was alone anyway and didn't really feel like cooking,
so I agreed. We went to a nearby restaurant, thinking it would just be a casual meal, but Lily asked while ordering, "You drink, right?"
"Yeah, I can have a little," I said. Actually, I quite like beer, but I'm afraid of gaining weight. Occasionally, Sa and I will have a little at home.
As the saying goes, alcohol is a matchmaker for love. We started talking about relationships, and Lily asked first, "You and your wife seem to have a good relationship. How about tonight? Still feeling something?"
"So-so, we've been together since college, so many years, we're like an old married couple," I answered honestly, feeling there was nothing to hide.
"Really? Looks like we're all the same. We haven't been together as long as you guys, but we're getting tired of it too," Lily said.
"Love always turns into family, you know. You
get used to it," I said calmly. Lily suddenly lowered her voice and said, "So how do you take care of your physical needs? Do you use your hand?" She gestured with her hand as she spoke, indicating the motion of masturbation.
This hit a nerve. I had actually secretly masturbated while watching porn a while ago, feeling like I was back to square one, but it was still better than barely managing to fulfill my sexual obligations now. Yes, feelings are feelings, but unmet physical needs are always a problem.
I countered, "So you take care of it yourself too?"
Lily chuckled, took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and said, "We each do our own thing."
Hearing Lily's words, I wasn't surprised. As a 90s kid who grew up in the internet age, I'd heard of this kind of open marital relationship before. "I can tell you two are trendy."
"You're implying something," Lily said, a little annoyed.
"I didn't mean anything by it. I'm a bit of a closet pervert, but I'm definitely conservative," I explained honestly.
To make up for my earlier annoyance, I offered to pay for the meal, but Lily insisted on splitting the bill. So I invited Lily for a walk and some milk tea. Lily readily agreed, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened.
After strolling around for a while and having a cup of milk tea, seeing that I was sober enough, I prepared to head home. As we walked, Lily suddenly stopped and said to me, "Don't you want to try it with me?"
I was taken aback for a moment, then noticed a hotel across the street. I tensed up instantly, my heart pounding, but I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
Lily took my arm and said gently, "Don't overthink it, okay? It's just satisfying each other." Yes, it was just satisfying physical needs; I still loved Sha. So I made the mistake that all men make.
After a quick shower, Lily went to shower too. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm my nerves. To be honest, although Lily was pretty, she wasn't enough to entice me to risk an affair. Mainly, it was the weariness with Sha that made me so frustrated I couldn't hold back any longer.
Another point was safety; Lily didn't seem like the type to cling to me. She had a husband, a young, successful entrepreneur with good looks, and she was just playing around with me.
Just as I was lost in thought, Lily came out in her bathrobe. Seeing that I was a little lost in thought, Lily sat on me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said gently, "Don't overthink it, let's just enjoy ourselves, okay?"
"Okay!" I finally made up my mind. Life is short, let's enjoy ourselves tonight.
Our eyes met, and Lily, who had previously given off a cool and aloof vibe, was now filled with tenderness, revealing a hint of womanly charm. Just a moment ago, I was wondering if I would become her plaything in bed.
I couldn't control myself any longer and took the final step to break the taboo. I gently bit Lily's lower lip and cautiously probed with my tongue, after all, my experience was really limited.
Lily gladly accepted my tongue, and under her guidance, our tongues intertwined in her mouth. Lily began to moan softly, "Mmm, mmm," her hands caressing my neck, then slipping inside her bathrobe and pulling it off.
So I started pulling down Lily's bathrobe. Since she was sitting on me, I could only pull down her upper body, revealing her small, delicate breasts encased in black underwear. Seeing this, Lily stood up and took off her bathrobe. I quickly tossed aside the bathrobe I'd just taken off and looked Lily up and down, now only wearing her bathrobe.
Without exaggerated breasts or legs, Lily's figure was, to put it mildly, average and standard. But for a man, novelty is irresistible, and I naturally became aroused, my penis erect.
Lily looked at my erection, seemingly quite satisfied with the change a man had made for her, and said to me, "Does it look good?"
"Yes—it looks good," I replied. Sha also wore black underwear, but Lily's outfit felt different.
Then Lily took off her bra herself, revealing her small breasts. They were about the same size as Sha's, but much darker in color, and the nipples were larger; it seemed Lily had quite a bit of sexual experience. Lily sat on me again, offering her breasts to me, and I didn't hesitate to taste them.
"Ah—is it good?" Lily asked, teasingly.
"It's good," I said. It's strange, really. Women's breasts don't have much flavor, but men find them especially delicious. And other women's breasts seem to taste better than my wife's.
I noticed that Lily's nipples seemed a bit sensitive, so I teased them with my tongue. Sure enough, Lily trembled a little from my teasing, saying sweetly, "You found my sensitive spot so quickly."
At the same time, my hard penis pressed against Lily's lower abdomen, the glans stimulating me. So I kneaded Lily's buttocks with both hands to loosen her grip on me. Otherwise, if her lower body rubbed against me a couple of times, I was afraid I would ejaculate, which would be too embarrassing.
Lily's buttocks weren't much more shapely than Sasha's, but her skin was definitely smoother, probably because she took better care of it. Lily suddenly slid off me and onto the floor, pulling down my underwear and grabbing my penis. I involuntarily groaned again. "
Sensitive, huh?" Lily said with a grin. "Not bad."
"Just average." I've never compared penis shapes to others, so I don't know what's good or bad, but I know 13 centimeters is just average. Sometimes I wonder if Sha's reaction isn't strong because my size isn't big enough. Lily
nodded and said, "The glans is big." Then, Lily actually stuck out her tongue and started licking my glans like she was licking an ice cream cone.
"Ah—" My body trembled, and I involuntarily groaned.
I didn't expect her to offer me oral sex; it really surprised me, and I was even a little touched. After all—Sha had never given me oral sex before, and of course, I had never asked her for anything like it.
"Is it comfortable?" Lily asked, tilting her head back and staring at me.
"That feels good." Actually, my expression had already betrayed me. I tilted my head back to distract myself, trying not to ejaculate accidentally. I have to say, Lily's oral sex skills were excellent. It wasn't just the back and forth sucking; her agile tongue stimulated my glans and even my urethra.
I didn't know if Lily just wanted to give me a blowjob, but under the intense onslaught, I was almost overwhelmed. So I played a little trick and said, "Let me lick you too."
"Hmm?" Lily seemed a little surprised. "How about 69?"
69! This was something I had never tried before. "Yes, 69."
So I lay down on the bed, and Lily took off her panties, straddled me, and presented her vulva to me. The color of her labia was much darker than Sha's, but not to the point of being black. Looking at Lily's wet vulva, I was a little excited. It seemed she felt good about me too.
Because there was no odor, and I've always been fascinated by female genitalia, I licked it immediately. It was sticky and salty. I licked her two or three more times, trying to suck up as much of the already seeping love juice as possible. Lily let out a series of blissful moans, "Ah—ah—". The love juice felt incredibly sweet as I swallowed it with my saliva.
Then, following a method I'd seen online, I circled my labia with my tongue. Next, I teased her clitoris quickly with the tip of my tongue. Although my movements were a little stiff, judging from Lily's inability to properly give me oral sex, she was still enjoying it.
"I can't take it anymore, put it in." Lily suddenly got up, put a condom on me, and then, without a word, straddled me, guiding my penis into her vagina. "Ah—so big."
Although I knew this was mostly a compliment, any man would be pleased to hear it, and I responded, "You're so tight—so good."
Lily swayed her body on top of me, moaning loudly, clearly enjoying the sex. Suddenly, I realized she was a truly attractive woman, which made me unconsciously want to satisfy her. So I sat up abruptly, held her close, and began to suckle her breasts vigorously.
Lily tilted her head back and groaned, "Ah—", her body going limp. I laid her down on the bed, and we resumed our normal position.
Soon, I felt myself ejaculating. Lily's vagina felt so incredibly good; it wasn't that Sha's vagina wasn't tight, but the feeling was different. Perhaps it was the novelty, but it was undeniably stimulating.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum," I gasped.
"No—wait a little longer," Lily said, squeezing my waist between her legs.
I could feel Lily's vagina tightening; I had completely lost control of the urge to ejaculate, so I decided to thrust desperately at the last moment.
"Ah! I'm going to come—" Lily screamed.
"Ah—" I growled, a warm gush forth, my mind went blank, and I collapsed onto the bed.
When I came to my senses, I was filled with guilt; I had cheated on her, betrayed my beloved wife—Sha. At that moment, Lily also came to her senses, took a cigarette from her bag, and lit it.
"A cigarette after sex? Ha, woman," I teased.
Lily playfully slapped me. "You're so cheeky, I didn't know you could be so cheeky." Lily took a drag of her cigarette and said, "It's not a cigarette after sex. Women and men are different. I felt great just now."
"Really? Give me a cigarette," I said, secretly pleased but trying to remain calm.
"You smoke?" Lily looked surprised.
I took the cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and said, "I used to, but I quit because my wife didn't like it." The nicotine lessened my guilt a bit. A strange thought suddenly popped into my head: if only there was a man who could give Sha the pure pleasure of sex.
"What are you thinking about?" Lily probably noticed I was lost in thought.
"Nothing," I replied casually.
Lily handed me the ashtray as she spoke, saying, "Let's enjoy ourselves tonight, and go back to our lives tomorrow, okay?" She put the ashtray back on the bedside table, took a piece of gum from her bag, chewed it a few times, and asked, "Want some gum?" "
Yeah." My breath was still lingering from the cigarette.
Unexpectedly, Lily kissed me, feeding me the gum along with her saliva. This teasing rekindled my erection, but having just ejaculated, it wasn't ready to reach its peak erection quickly. Lily then grabbed my penis and started stroking it.
"Let's do it again," Lily said with a grin, "Let's try a different position."
"Come on, I think you're going to drain me dry tonight." For some reason, I couldn't refuse this woman. I slapped her thigh and said, "Let's do it from behind this time." "Okay
!" Lily didn't hesitate, lying on the bed and sticking her butt out.
Seeing my honey pot become wet and glistening again, I got excited all over again, I knew it.

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