An experience of cheating

I finally did it. My husband has been gone for almost a thousand days. I've felt empty and lonely; not a single day has passed without pain since he left.
So many times I've wanted to leave and find another spring. But societal pressures have held me back. Although when my husband was with me, I often thought about having an affair, I never had the chance. Now that he's gone, psychological factors have made me hesitate. I think about how my children will perceive me, about how I'm past my prime and no longer attractive. At over forty, how many men would be interested in me and want to buy me with money? Even hiring a gigolo would raise concerns about hygiene. But I don't want to waste my youth like this, nor do I want reality to torment me like this. Finally, a little over a month ago, a car accident brought about the wonderful thing I'd been longing for.
That day, I was rushing to work, and at the entrance to the Ziqiang Tunnel, my motorcycle couldn't brake in time and crashed into his car. As soon as he got out of his car and saw me injured, he quickly helped me up and asked about my condition. He politely explained that he would claim the damage from the insurance company himself. Whether I was injured was more important. After confirming that we were both alright, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye. Unexpectedly, he called three times that day to inquire about my health. Although I was fine, his concern for me as a victim touched me deeply, and I, who had been celibate for so long, felt a surge of affection in addition to gratitude. The thought of him holding me, of being so close to a young man's body, filled my mind with fantastical dreams. But then I remembered I was old enough to be his mother, and I snapped back to reality, no longer daring to indulge in such fantasies.
Unexpectedly, after a few phone calls, we gradually became closer. He invited me to dinner, ostensibly to help me recover from my shock. We had a candlelight dinner at the Miramar Water City Restaurant. That night, I felt a bit like I was experiencing first love—excited, uneasy, and expectant. During the meal, his humor and charm deeply captivated me. I felt as if I had returned to my youth, a naive young girl in the throes of first love, gazing at the man I admired all night, listening with admiration to every word of his elegant conversation. After the meal, I couldn't even remember the content of our conversation.
After dinner, we strolled around the Miramar shopping district when he suddenly leaned close to my ear and said, "I want to make love to you. Let's go to a hotel." His bold move startled me. But he didn't give me much time to think, saying, "Your allure arouses me; I need your redemption." His words ignited a long-suppressed desire within me. I've always been a woman with a strong sex drive. When my husband was around, we had sex almost every day. Even after he passed away, I never stopped pursuing sex. It's just that time and space didn't allow it; I wanted it too!
But this man, more than ten years younger than me, his abruptness directly broke down my defenses. Perhaps I was mentally prepared before meeting him! Or perhaps I had long harbored expectations! I'm no longer a shy young girl; I have no right to refuse my desires. Without hesitation, I got into his car and went to a motel in Zhuwei. We didn't leave the room all night.
As soon as we entered the room, he embraced me warmly. Having been deprived of the warmth of a man for so long, I was overwhelmed by the heat of his breath, and my legs almost gave way. He held me with one hand while the other roamed over my body. We kissed passionately, his tongue swirling in my mouth as if trying to devour it. His hands continued to roam over my body for about five minutes. He gently laid me down on the bed and began to undress me. I enjoyed the tenderness emanating from the young man's body. With my eyes closed, I was immersed in the sensation of him removing my clothes, bra, skirt, and panties. This process actually gave me my first pleasure.
He lowered his head and began kissing my breasts, his hands not idle, caressing every inch of my skin. When he reached my vulva, he stopped and began to tease my clitoris. I naturally parted my legs, enjoying the pleasure of being teased. He moved his body down, his mouth stopping between my thighs, and began licking my vaginal opening and clitoris. I couldn't take it anymore. "Ah...no...no!" I cried, but my hips writhed wildly, my breasts trembled, and every time his tongue brushed against my clitoris, my legs trembled, they began to convulse and go weak, I couldn't hold on any longer, and I climaxed again!
I felt I had to repay him, so I busied myself searching for his young penis. I rubbed his shaft with my hand; it was already very hard and swollen red, the glans like it had tiny bumps—it was top-quality, the young, enormous penis I had longed for day and night. I licked it with my tongue, smelling a fishy smell—the special smell of a young, enormous penis! Suddenly, my blood boiled, and I felt a strong sexual urge. I put his penis in my mouth, a move that surprised him. I sucked on his large penis incessantly, and he cried out in pleasure, saying he couldn't take it anymore. Unable to contain his lust, he parted my thighs, used his fingers to separate my labia, and guided his penis into my vagina. The moment it entered, I couldn't help but cry out. Oh my god! This was the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever tasted. He knew that a mature woman my age didn't need any more gentleness. Once inside, he began thrusting relentlessly, powerfully and rapidly! I closed my eyes, moaning and enjoying the pleasure. And so, I reached another orgasm.
Soon, he accelerated his thrusts, making soft "oh... um..." sounds through his nostrils. I knew he was about to climax. Then his penis throbbed inside me for almost a minute, and then stopped. He ejaculated. I rushed to him and hugged him, letting him leave his penis inside me to savor the afterglow of his orgasm. We separated after a long while to clean up.
Suddenly, he looked at me quietly. I couldn't help but smile and ask, "Did you like it?" He smiled and nodded.
In fact, from the look in his eyes, I could already see the pleasure he derived from our intercourse. Similarly, for me, who had been celibate for so long, if asked the same question, I would answer loudly and confidently: I like it.
For a mature woman in her prime, the lack of sex is pitiful. How lucky I am to have met and possess this young man's penis, and more than once. Then came our second time making love that night…
Some say women are strange creatures. When she guards something, she can stay for a lifetime. But once she lets go, she can also stay for a lifetime. The first affair is definitely not the last. I told him that
my husband is a few years older than me, and although our sex life is good, he went to the mainland three years ago under the pretext of developing his career, and then disappeared without a trace. I haven't enjoyed the pleasures of love in a long time. I'm getting older, no one likes me anymore, and I can't bear to spend money on male prostitutes, it's really frustrating. But after seeing you, my heart was moved, and I don't know why, I just want you to kiss me and hug me. I whispered in his ear.
"Really?" he asked with a smile.
I grabbed his penis and played with it, saying, "How come yours is so big? It was so thick just now!" As I spoke, I stuck out my tongue to lick his nipple, while my soft hands rubbed his large penis up and down. Under my caresses, his penis immediately became hard, standing there proudly. I laughed, "It's good to be young, you're already capable again so quickly." This time I wanted to take the lead. So I lowered my head and kissed his penis, then straddled him, using my hands to guide his penis as I sat down. With the love juice left from our last intercourse, my vagina was wet, and it quickly swallowed his penis before I started moving up and down a couple of times. He held my waist, thoroughly enjoying it. Face to face, my mature body, squatting, was pressed tightly against his young body. I actively swayed my lower body, forcefully bringing his genitals even closer to mine. Then my vagina began to thrust and squeeze his glans, faster and faster, his waist arching and contracting, his vagina contracting and thrusting rhythmically and skillfully, with increasing frequency, like someone doing heavy labor, panting and making "woo-woo" sounds.
I was both surprised and excited, I had never enjoyed such wonderful intercourse before. My face was flushed, my hair was messy, I was sweating, and my two large white breasts were swaying incessantly. I had abandoned all feminine restraint, enjoying the pleasure of sex wantonly and wildly. I unreservedly revealed the hunger and wantonness of a mature woman, passionately immersing myself in the thrill and surprise of infidelity. I felt my vagina was like a mouth, constantly swallowing and caressing his penis. Suddenly, my vagina contracted, and I hugged him tightly, gripping his penis tightly, a tingling sensation and a dizzying feeling. He gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, his penis thrusting upwards forcefully, and his semen spurted out. This time, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
After the climax, I lay motionless on top of him, my limbs weak, numb below the knees. This was a pleasure and enjoyment I had never experienced before. We fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms…
This was the second time we had sex during my first affair.
When we woke up, it was midnight. He wanted to take me out for a late-night snack. So I got up and quickly washed up. While I was getting dressed, he kept touching my breasts, making it impossible for me to button my clothes. He then embraced me, and we kissed passionately, making me want more…
Actually, I was conflicted, struggling internally. My long-dormant needs made me want to satisfy myself again and again. But I was also afraid of this young man beside me. Could he handle it? What did he think of me? I was afraid he would be scared after just one time. What I wanted wasn't a one-night stand; not a fleeting affair. I wanted a long-lasting relationship, I wanted to reclaim the youth I had wasted, time and time again. Thinking of this, I tried to pull away.
"No," I said, even though it wasn't what I had imagined.
"Don't you like it?" he asked.
"No, I'm hungry, I want something to eat," I tried to distract myself from my craving.
"I'll give you my big cock, then you won't be hungry anymore!" he teased.
"I'll eat it when we get back!" I used delaying tactics.
We got back from our late-night snack around 3 a.m. We only ate for a few minutes, but afterwards we walked back to the motel. Along the way, I felt like a young girl in love, having a midnight rendezvous with my lover, strolling through the quiet, deserted streets, enjoying the tranquility of our time together.
Because I was in such a good mood. Back in the room, we couldn't wait to undress each other. We lay naked on the bed, embracing each other. This time, I took the initiative; my hand grasped his penis. The head of his penis was wet and sticky, covering my hand—a sign of his young man's desire. I smeared his love juice onto his penis, making it glisten. He buried his face in my chest, kissing my breasts, and said, "Your figure is so well-maintained, young and beautiful, yet with a mature charm. I love it, you know
?" Of course I knew. Although my features aren't strikingly beautiful, they're still above average, and I have a good temperament. Many people say I resemble the legendary beauty "Tang Lanhua." Especially my body, covered by clothes, with its fair and delicate skin. I don't look like someone in their forties at all. It's a pity I can't show it off naked, otherwise, countless young men would fall at my feet. Another thing that's not widely known is that I possess a vagina that can suck on penises. My husband has ejaculated countless times during sex, his penis inside my vagina being sucked by me. He told me I possess a "natural treasure." But my foolish husband doesn't appreciate it; he has such a "treasure" but doesn't enjoy it properly. Good, otherwise how would I have the chance to meet a young man in a motel and enjoy sensual pleasure?
This young man beside me, like every other young man, has a strong desire for sex, but is unfamiliar with sexual techniques. They are energetic, but don't know how to please women. But why do mature women often like this kind of man? Is it to relive the thrill of passionate sex in their youth, or to grasp the last vestiges of youth and enjoy the pleasure of sex before twilight, or is it like me, making love out of desire? After all, I really want to make love.
He pressed his body against mine, kissing and licking my ears, neck, chest, and breasts. Then he knelt beside me. I looked at him affectionately, watching him caress my body, slowly and gently rubbing against me. I felt so excited and comfortable. Then it was my turn to take his penis into my mouth, using one hand to assist, stroking it slowly at first and then faster, skillfully stirring and licking, focusing on the glans, almost taking the entire length of it into my mouth each time. My soft hand followed along, stroking up and down with just the right amount of force. He couldn't withstand my caresses, and in just a few strokes, he was already erect, ready to pounce. Seeing that it was about time, I impatiently straddled him, aiming his penis at my vagina. With a downward thrust of my hips, his large penis was already inside me. Then, I began to thrust and squeeze!
My hips moved back and forth with great force, a look of near-pleasure on my face, moaning loudly, "Oh...oh..." The sound grew louder and louder as I rubbed my mons pubis against his penis intensely, my vagina contracting and pulsating faster and faster, "Ah...ah..." I cried out loudly, collapsing onto him, I climaxed. At this moment, he thrust his penis upwards forcefully, holding me tightly, and I continued to moan and kiss him, utterly wanton. This time, I wanted him to truly experience the alluring charm of a mature woman.
After a few minutes, seeing that I had calmed down somewhat, he asked, "How was it?"
I nodded, "Great!"
He didn't let me rest for long; he immediately flipped me over and began thrusting into my soft body. I arched my back to cooperate. After a while, he stood up, made me kneel on the bed, and thrust into me from behind, gripping my waist with both hands and forcefully penetrating my vagina—it was incredibly pleasurable. His eyes were fixed on my plump, white buttocks, his hands grasped my soft breasts and fleshy waist, his ears heard my wanton moans and the "slap slap" of flesh against flesh, and his glans felt the wet, hot flesh gripping his vulva. He couldn't hold back any longer, finally collapsing onto me, his hands tightly gripping my two plump breasts, shouting loudly, and ejaculating forcefully.
This time, it was incredibly pleasurable, and he was utterly exhausted. He held me as we lay there, quietly stroking my rounded shoulders and smooth back.
He looked at me affectionately, and I felt a little embarrassed. "I don't know why, but I just wanted to do it with you again, and I couldn't help but do it again. The woman-on-top position is my favorite. When I did it with my husband before, I could have two or three orgasms every time I was on top, it was so enjoyable and satisfying."
He touched my wet vulva. "You're a woman who really enjoys sex!"
I was a little embarrassed and lowered my head, answering softly, "You should say I'm a woman with a very high sex drive. We've already done it three times tonight."
He gently touched my cheek, saying, "Making love with you is truly enjoyable, especially when you orgasm, your vagina sucks on my penis like a little mouth. That kind of pleasure is something I've never experienced before in my life."
"My husband says the same thing. He often says I'm a one-in-a-million 'natural treasure,' something you can only dream of." He hit on what I was most proud of, and of course, I told him without any shame.
He continued, "I'm addicted, I can't live without you, I want you forever!"
"Let nature take its course!" Having finally grasped the last vestiges of youth and truly enjoyed the pleasures of sex, I didn't want to be tied down like this...
Now
I'm still wondering, did I cheat on my husband? He left me on his own. Don't I have the right to pursue satisfaction? Do I have to care so much about worldly opinions? In a few years, when I'm old and faded, will I regret wasting my youth? Some say, "When men get old, money is all that matters. When women get old, everything is gone." Isn't this a realistic portrayal of male-female sexuality? I know countless women in their forties and fifties, like myself, still bound by patriarchal moral constraints. They yearn for the thrill of infidelity but can't take the first step. Sisters, the world's most inhumane system—the monogamous, lifelong marriage system—needs us to break through its inhumane barriers. When children grow up, husbands age and lose their strength (and still seek out younger women), you still possess an alluring mature charm. Many young men dream of being "mature wives"—we are them. They don't want to marry us; we only want to enjoy the sexual pleasure of young men. Each gets what they want, without burdens. What are you still hesitating for?

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