Having sex in a car with my older brother

Before I knew it, I was getting old. I married someone from a similar social class, somewhat haphazardly, which meant I'd gone from a girl to a wife, a young woman.
Marriage, I guess, is like that—probably a mess, like most people's. Because there was no real affection to begin with, I didn't want to go home after work. Even with pressure to have children, I didn't want to be touched, let alone have my penis inserted and ejaculate inside me. I'm a very wet woman, but our wedding night ended hastily and dryly; he didn't even ejaculate. I know that for someone without feeling, my lubrication isn't even as strong as during a one-night stand.
I guess I'm a bit of a loner, doing things my own way. I don't know if it's because I was spoiled as a child, or because I have the confidence to hang out with men. Because I don't love, my underwear is filled with my misplaced sexuality. Some feelings can't be kept at home, and of course, some sex can't be given either. So, the destination of sex and the belonging of love are what my heart yearns to find. It's a difficult search. I envy those who have found true love and true feelings, wandering in the world of love, sitting on the bed of love.
Over the years, I've been with countless men. I've been with hiking buddies, had one-night stands, and even had multiple partners, but I can't cross that line with my husband. Let me tell you about a good friend I had before marriage, someone I'd known for several years. He was a guy who always fixed my car. He was a few years older than me, his own boss with several branches. He also worked on the repairs himself, financially independent but not wanting to be a hands-off owner. He was a really nice guy. He never charged me for maintenance or repairs. When he wasn't busy, he'd chat with me. Sometimes when I came home late, he'd wait for me, fix my car, and then go home late at night. Sometimes we'd have a few drinks and a smoke at the repair shop, and I'd even sleep there with him—but that happened later. Our first time wasn't after drinking, but late at night. He'd been waiting for me at the shop, and I felt a little embarrassed, so I ordered takeout for him. That day, I was wearing a revealing outfit, with a low-cut top and a hem that was almost hemless. Perhaps because I was attracted to this man, seeing his imposing physique as he fixed my car, my female hormones surged, and my lower body became aroused. I deliberately leaned on the car and told him, "Brother, I'm a little dizzy." Seeing this, he immediately wrapped his arms around mine, worried his hands were too dirty to get me dirty, and helped me to the rest area inside. I said I wanted to lie down in the car, and he led me inside, helping me lie down in the back seat, asking if I needed to go to the hospital. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. He understood what I meant, drew the curtain of the repair shop, and pressed himself against me. The first time, he tried to pull out before ejaculating, but I held his buttocks. He understood me and thrust in hard. That night, we made love countless times, I only know he fucked me all night long. He was someone who understood me, understood my thoughts, and because of this, I even agreed to all his requests. He wasn't stingy in sharing me with others. Later, I spent more and more time with my older brother, trying different things, and we became increasingly adventurous. But whenever it wasn't just the two of us, after everyone else had finished, he was always the first man to take care of me and shower me with tenderness.

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