Lover other than girlfriend

This post contains a lot of personal reflections, so those who prefer purely erotic content won't have time for it.

Those who follow me know I'm a huge fan of stockings, high heels, and uniforms. Not only do I always wear stockings and high heels when I'm intimate with my girlfriend, but to seek even greater excitement, I cleverly managed to acquire an office lady from a different department at my workplace as my lover. I won't mention her name, but it's LH.

My girlfriend and I have a great relationship, and we're planning to get married this July. Having a lover is purely for the thrill; we both know there's no deeper emotional connection. For me, there are many things about sex that I'm too embarrassed to discuss with my girlfriend, so I try them all with LH. Indeed, I've enjoyed many moments of pleasure and excitement that I can't get from my girlfriend. If you're interested, you can refer to my other posts.

This time, LH was wearing a gray office lady suit, flesh-colored pantyhose, and white high heels.

I was excited because I'd seen her wear this outfit at work before; she'd even given me a knowing look, which made me very aroused. So there wasn't much to say, I just pushed her down and did it.

After resting for a while, I prepared for the second round. I took out the stockings and high heels that I had prepared for my girlfriend and had HL change into them. Since we had already had this experience before, HL didn't find it strange. However, while she was putting them on, she asked me if I also made my girlfriend wear stockings and high heels when we were having sex. I said yes. Then she asked me why I needed her to wear them when my girlfriend could satisfy my needs. This stumped me.

Indeed, my girlfriend and I have a very good relationship, and she understands my obsession with stockings and uniform fetishes. I couldn't think of an answer to HL's question for a moment. Just then, HL had changed into my girlfriend's black pantyhose and black high heels. Seeing this, I felt a surge of desire and pounced on her, pinning her down.

If it were like the previous times, I would have already started having sex with HL hard, but this time I didn't. Maybe the question she had asked earlier was still bothering me. I looked closely at HL, who was pinned down. She wasn't as pretty as my girlfriend, and her figure was about the same, but I couldn't figure out what attracted me to her. Since I couldn't figure it out, I stopped thinking about it and got to work.

A flurry of groping and kissing ensued, I ripped off her coat and high heels, and was about to tear open her stockings to get down to business. Then HL's actions surprised me. Although she was already aroused, she covered her crotch with her hands, preventing me from tearing her stockings, and asked me, haltingly, "What's your girlfriend's name?" Although I was already driven by lust, I hadn't completely lost my senses. When you're out having fun, safety comes first, and I certainly couldn't let her know my girlfriend's name. These days, WeChat and Renren have such powerful doxxing capabilities; I definitely didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Why do you care? You don't know her," I said, trying to pry her hands away.

"Is your girlfriend prettier or am I? Huh? Tell me," HL didn't dwell on the original question. But her tone seemed a little incoherent.

Think about it, we were about to get down to business, and now she wouldn't let me in—what man could stand that?

So I could only give her a perfunctory reply: "You're pretty, you're pretty, hurry up." But she still didn't let go.

She actually asked to see a picture of my girlfriend. I initially thought she was joking, but her hand was still firmly blocking it, so it seemed she was serious.

What kind of situation is this? But I was already aroused, and I really didn't want to stop at this point.

Helpless, I picked up my phone from the bedside table. The phone was off, so I turned it on, picked out a picture of my girlfriend, and showed it to her. She took the phone, glanced at it, then glanced at me, and said something like, "Your wife isn't that pretty." But she wasn't blocking it anymore.

Since there was no obstacle, I tore open the stockings at the crotch as planned, entered her body, and started doing the deed. After a few thrusts, she started panting and said intermittently,

"Is your wife not sexy enough, not satisfying you?" Somehow, those words seemed to ignite something inside me. I felt my body boiling. I don't usually swear, but at this moment, I couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck, you xxx, you're such a slut, you bitch, I'll fuck you to death." I said. I don't know where the energy came from, or what I was thinking, but I was completely out of control, I just wanted to fuck HL hard.

"How is it? Isn't it as good as with your wife? Huh? Isn't it? Tell me, isn't it? Tell me now."

HL was different from usual, although her tone was already intermittent, she kept asking me.

I ignored her and continued to desperately want her. My hands were grabbing at her breasts and her thighs in stockings.

"Is it more fun with me? Isn't it? Isn't it? Tell me now, isn't it?" HL's questions didn't stop, but her tone was more urgent, her voice was louder, and the last few sentences even started to shout.

I finally couldn't hold back anymore and started to speak too: "Fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, you're making me so happy, fuck, you bitch, I'm going to fuck you to death, bitch (a string of profanities, I don't remember what I said)." In the end, I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, and I didn't know what I was saying either.

I knew I ejaculated in the end, and then I collapsed next to her. We lay there for a while, until we both calmed down, then I got dressed, ate dinner, and acted as if nothing had happened.

I don't know why, but every time I'm with my girlfriend, besides male desire and pleasure, I also feel a bit of tenderness. I'm always afraid of being too rough or too forceful and hurting her. Before we make love, I always caress and kiss her thoroughly. During sex, I always start with her favorite spots, using her favorite positions, until she's aroused, and then I start to enjoy myself. After we're done, I hold her, gently touching and kissing her. My girlfriend is very docile then; aside from the moans of excitement, she doesn't make any other noise.

But with HL, it's a completely different story. I don't need to consider her feelings; I can do whatever I want. This feeling is especially strong when she's wearing my girlfriend's clothes. I like when she struggles when I pounce on her, I like the feeling of roughly tearing off her coat and ripping her stockings. I like when she teases me with her words. One thing I must admit, like she said, is that putting emotions aside, from a purely sexual standpoint, sex with HL is definitely more enjoyable than sex with my girlfriend.

Or rather, if my girlfriend were as exciting as HL, I'd probably be even more thrilled. Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt so aroused just because HL wore my girlfriend's shoes and socks. But I wouldn't force my girlfriend to do these things; of course, if she's willing, that would be ideal. But I also don't want my girlfriend to be so provocative in bed. Ugh, what a contradiction!

Even now, I firmly believe that I love my girlfriend, we'll get married this year, and after we're married, I won't cheat on her. But love and sex are sometimes two separate things. Has anyone been through this or had similar experiences? Perhaps some advice could be offered.

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