White-collar worker's affair

The internet is a wonderful thing, but it's not all safe. I always thought that secretly doing things online without anyone knowing my identity would go unnoticed, but I never imagined that one day I would still be discovered.
I'm almost 36, married for almost 10 years, and my life is peaceful and uneventful. My husband loves me, and my son is doing well in school. My job is also good; I've worked at my current company for over 5 years, and I have my own office and my own computer.
In this era of ubiquitous QQ and WeChat, I've also become addicted to using "message in a bottle" and chatting. Of course, I can't use my real-life identity. And so, an identity that only exists online was born: "Moonlit Night, Cold and Clear." Walking in the soft, cool moonlight, enjoying this atmosphere. I like this feeling. But in today's fickle online world, almost everyone thinks "Moonlit Night, Cold and Clear" means a lonely and cold night. I'm too lazy to explain; perhaps I'm also hoping for something.
Every day I have different friends on QQ, mostly looking for one-night stands. I accept it, and occasionally I wonder if I'll ever experience that myself. But I still love my family and my husband. My husband isn't very effective in bed, which led to my crazy thoughts and actions on QQ. Although I know it's wrong, I often can't control these thoughts.
Having my own office makes things much easier, but I don't dare go too far; I only chat and occasionally fantasize. Actually, I know I'm mostly the one being fantasized about, but for some reason, I find it very exciting. Being asked what I'm wearing, whether I've had sex with my husband, and whether I masturbate every day excites me and makes me unable to extricate myself. From asking questions at the beginning, to texting each other, to showing off my breasts and vagina, I'm increasingly losing control. I know that one day I'll completely give up on myself, but I still try to control myself, telling myself that this can only happen online. In reality, I am still me, and we can't mix things up.
Remembrance is the person I've been most invested in talking to so far. It's not that he's particularly good at sweet-talking or his topics are particularly attractive, but in all the time we've talked, he's the one who understands my psychology best. Maybe I'm just a pathetic person who likes to be forced and is always thinking about cheating. He always knew exactly how to handle my emotions, making me incredibly excited every time. To be honest, my vagina would always be wet. Each time, perhaps because we were in the office, watching my colleagues outside, chatting with him about vulgar things, occasionally taking a phone call, and doing something both serious and absurd at the same time, my vagina would become incredibly wet, and I would sometimes even have the urge to masturbate in the bathroom.
We chatted like this every few days. Every time I left my desk, I would lock my computer because usually no one came to my office. Every day after work, I would delete the chat history; I couldn't let my online frenzy affect my life.
I considered myself very meticulous, but one day I still made an unforgivable mistake: someone saw our chat history. I panicked. What if my colleagues found out? What if my husband found out? These were consequences I couldn't bear. I was on the verge of collapse, but I knew I couldn't panic, I couldn't be nervous. What they saw wasn't much; maybe there was nothing at all, and I was just overthinking it. But I couldn't stop thinking about it; maybe this was how I would be ruined. I knew I couldn't continue like this, so I decided to delete all my online information and quietly wait for the result. Perhaps I was hoping the result would come quickly. The madness online had spilled over into reality! Was I really going to be this crazy in real life? I couldn't even figure out myself whether I was waiting or anticipating. Because I was excited.
Time passed day by day, a week passed without any news. Maybe it was just a joke. Just when I thought this matter should be over, a call came to the company landline on the morning of September 4th. He said it was Xiang and wanted to invite me to lunch to talk about something. Xiang was a supervisor of our company's IT outsourcing. He was a little overweight, about my height, and very enthusiastic. Many people in the company didn't want to ask his subordinates for work, even though they came to the company every day. People would still call or ask him for help on QQ to solve problems. He never refused unless he was extremely busy.
When I received the call, I immediately knew what it was about. He said he was free today and wanted to have dinner together, and I agreed without hesitation. I told him that if he was free today, let's meet now. I don't know why I was so eager to see him; maybe I was really expecting something?
We met at Shangdao Coffee, which was quite far from the company. When I arrived, he was already waiting for me.
"Sit down, I ordered you a pot of chrysanthemum tea."
"Thank you."
"Have there been any problems with the company's network and computers lately?"
"No, if there were, we've resolved them."
... ...
We sat facing each other and chatted for a long time—about the company, the boss, family, life. We talked until we got hungry, and then we each ordered a set meal. We ate and talked, and talked and ate, and eventually, the conversation turned to the internet.
He told me he was working hard alone in Shanghai, while his wife and children were in the countryside, and he felt quite lonely. He was happy to be able to chat with me like this.
"Then why did it take you so long to contact me?"
"I wanted you to prepare, to process this. We're all adults, it's nothing, everyone has needs. I know what I'm doing isn't very ethical, you have them, I have them too, I can accept it, let's see if you can take this step." "
What do you think of me?"
"Very beautiful, the kind that arouses desire."
"Why?"
He stood up, walked over, and sat down next to me. I got nervous, and before I could refuse, he was already sitting down.
"Do you know that everyone in our company who has worked in technical support at your company says you have a sexy vibe. You only wear skirts, and the skirts aren't very long, the long ones are very thin, and they're often low-cut. Sitting here next to you, I can even see the color of your underwear."
I was wearing a pink long skirt, a white t-shirt, and a light green bra. Standing on higher ground, I could really see everything.
"What do you say?"
"They're all unmarried kids, what can they say? Just guessing the color of your underwear."
"And you? Are you guessing with them?" Things from the internet are really coming into reality. I'm nervous, but I'm also really excited. I was almost desperate, but I still couldn't take the step. Maybe I didn't have the courage, or maybe I was waiting for him to make the first move.
"Hehe, sometimes. I need to keep my distance from them occasionally, but not too far. But don't worry, I know what to say and what not to say."
"What do you want to talk to me about today, what you saw the other day?"
"I know it's immoral, but what's seen is seen. I don't think you can solve anything online. I can help you." He grabbed my hand, looking at me. I didn't know if he was looking at my face or my chest. I didn't dare look at him, but I could clearly feel my face turning red, my breathing quickening, and my chest heaving.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tightly. His other hand came over and placed on my shoulder.
"Relax, don't be so tense, take a deep breath." He said, pulling me into his arms.
"Don't do this." I knew I couldn't refuse anymore, so I gave a token push and gave up.
"Light green, lace, very pretty. That's the color they guessed most often."
"Ugh."
"Is the bottom part part a set?"
"Oh my god, get lost." My tense mood was instantly disrupted by him, and I relaxed.
"Let me confirm this somewhere."
"Not today, I'm not ready yet."
"Okay, I'll wait, but I hope you won't make me wait too long." "
I'm free this afternoon, let's go for a walk."
"Okay."

Actually, by this point, I had already succumbed, but I kept making excuses for myself, finding a reason to take the plunge. He looked at my chest with lustful eyes and told me that he was crazy about sex, and that he often masturbated when he was alone. Occasionally, I would jokingly reply like I do online, but mostly I listened to him and enjoyed his gaze on my chest, his occasional unwanted advances, touching my breasts while pouring me water, and deliberately putting my hand on my thigh. I didn't refuse because I was excited. I also saw that his penis was very erect, and he was excited too. Maybe he was just waiting for me to say something.
But I still held back, still making excuses for myself.
I didn't know whether to go to the mall or the park, he chose a nearby park, and I had no objections.
It was a bit hot, and the park wasn't crowded. He followed me with an umbrella, chatting occasionally, but not much. Sometimes he'd answer a phone call, and I'd just watch him. I had a good impression of him; he was meticulous and rigorous in his work, and very careful with his words. His jokes weren't too inappropriate, although some were directed at me and even a little risqué. With him, you didn't have to think about anything—what to eat, what to do, what to use, how to get there, what to do—he'd arrange everything perfectly. I could tell he was a good husband.
"We've been walking for so long, let's find a place to rest."
"Okay." Just like that, with what wasn't really an excuse, he found one for me.

The hotel was a Home Inn; he booked a double room. When booking the room, I made an excuse to go to the bathroom. I really couldn't accept that I was actually going to have to go. I washed my face in the bathroom, calmed myself down, and went out anyway. Although I wasn't truly prepared, it was here, and I knew I could never be truly prepared.
He took my left hand and drew me closer. I could only press my chest against his hand as we entered the elevator. I could feel his grip on my hand, which reassured me.
"Are you tired? Are you ready?"
"Yeah. It's okay, not tired."
The room was on the second floor, 209. We got off the elevator and turned a corner. I followed behind. By the time we arrived, I wasn't nervous anymore.
We opened the door, went in, and he excitedly hugged me and kissed me. His tongue was powerful, constantly exploring my mouth, and I responded passionately, holding him tightly with both arms. His hands rubbed my back firmly; it felt wonderful.
"Let's go in and take a shower first."
"No!" He was adamant, I didn't understand what he meant. "Help me unbuckle my belt."
"Don't be in such a rush."
"Hurry up." He pressed me against the wall by the door, starting to unbuckle it himself with one hand while still holding me with the other. He kept kissing me.
I helped him unbuckle his belt, and he took off his pants right there at the door. I could feel his erection. He grabbed my hand and made me touch it through his underwear. I was a little nervous, but I still touched it.
"Kiss him!" he whispered in my ear, but very forcefully.
I thought I misheard. I resisted a little, surprised.
"Go down and kiss him!" he said firmly.
"Go wash up, I'll help you, okay?"
"No, you need this smell, you'll like it." He continued forcefully in my ear. He pulled his underwear down to his knees.
I've given my husband oral sex before, but usually after we've washed. I found it hard to accept. But my hand still gripped his penis, very thick, throbbing in my hand.
I was still hesitant. He was forceful, pressing my shoulders and making me squat down. I wanted to resist, but his tone and eyes made me give up. Actually, I was excited too. I looked at him, still wanting to beg him.
"Come on, hurry up."
I really liked being forced like this; my husband never did this to me.
His penis dangled in front of my eyes, searching for my mouth, which I kept closed. He held my head, his penis rubbing against my face and lips. I could clearly smell the sweat; a lot of fluid was dripping from his glans, smearing it on my face. I slightly opened my mouth, and he forcefully thrust his penis in. My tongue tried to resist, but it was clearly too weak. I gave in, grabbing his legs with both hands, trying to make him move less. But he didn't give me a chance, constantly thrusting in and out of my mouth, left and right, occasionally going all the way in, saliva uncontrollably flowing out.
I grabbed his penis with my hands, trying to make him slow down, holding it tightly, my mouth filled with his glans, my tongue pressing against it, occasionally licking it. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would be gentler.
"Hands and mouth together, don't stop." He had no intention of letting me go.
I wanted to speak, but he didn't give me a chance, his penis relentlessly thrusting in. I gave up, deciding to give him oral sex properly. I kept moving back and forth, my mouth full, not knowing what I should do.
"Use your tongue to lick the tip of his penis," he instructed me.
I was getting more and more excited, and I could clearly feel myself getting wet. Maybe I really liked it.
I don't know if it was because he hadn't done it in a long time or because he was too excited today, but he ejaculated quickly, some into my mouth and some onto my face. It wasn't that I hated it, but it was rare to be ejaculated on like that. It
smelled fishy and terrible, so I quickly spat it out onto my hand and ran into the bathroom to wash my mouth and face with water.
I opened my toothbrush to brush off the smell.
He came in naked, hugged me from behind, grabbed my breast with one hand, and touched my genitals directly with the other.
"Don't do this," I resisted, holding the toothbrush.
"You're really horny, you get wet like this." He rubbed my clitoris a few times with his fingers.
I tried to move my legs and twist my hips to get away.
But it was no use. He lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear, so fast that I didn't even have time to react.
"Brush your teeth properly," he said, pressing me down and reminding me that my mouth still tasted of him.
"Don't rush, okay? Let me finish brushing." I pleaded with him again.
"Okay," he agreed, but his hands didn't stop. He helped me take off my skirt and unhooked my bra.
"How can I brush like this!"
"Then take them off first." I complied.
He helped me take off my clothes and bra from behind, then hugged me and looked at me.
I lowered my head and started brushing my teeth. He grabbed my breasts from behind with both hands, squeezing them hard and occasionally rubbing my nipples.
"Are they excited, waiting for me to ravage them?"
I ignored him. He grabbed them and shook them constantly, his mouth starting to kiss my back and neck. It was more like licking than kissing. It tickled. I liked this feeling.
After I finished brushing my teeth, he turned me around to face him and started kissing my breasts, one hand moving down to touch my vulva.
"Let's go to bed," I suggested.
He dragged me to the door, where we noticed a large full-length mirror. He made me stand in front of it.
"Look, your body is so sexy, your breasts are so high, so much hair, and so much fluid." He said, biting my nipple as he spoke. "Take a good look at your wanton body, I'll satisfy it properly."
"Let's go to bed." I felt myself getting wet more and more, wanting him to come quickly.
"I just came, I'm not hard yet, don't worry, I'll make you feel good."
He made me sit on the sofa, and he stood beside me, kissing me from my forehead, face, ears, and neck. He kissed me for a long time.
"I'm going to cover you in my saliva," he said, and I enjoyed it.
I wanted to hug him, but he wouldn't let me, one hand constantly rubbing my vulva, labia, and clitoris. I could only hold onto his hand; I knew that if this continued, I would orgasm soon.
He seemed to know what I was feeling; his tongue kept moving downwards, reaching my abdomen. I could only hold onto his head.
Suddenly, he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, raising my buttocks high. Afraid of falling, I could only hold onto the sides of the sofa with both hands.
"Look at me, watch how I make you feel good."
From this angle, I could see my vagina completely; it was already very wet. He started licking my vagina, while one hand kept rubbing my clitoris. He licked very carefully, the left labia, the right labia, but he wouldn't penetrate. I wanted him to go in, no matter what, just to insert it.
"Go in," I murmured indistinctly, begging him.
He seemed not to hear me, continuing his actions, licking my labia incessantly, occasionally removing his hand to lick my clitoris back and forth with his tongue, sometimes tapping it with his teeth.
"Take me," I cried out.
This time he heard me; he put my legs down and came over to kiss my mouth. I hugged him, thinking he would penetrate me.
But I was wrong. He had no intention of satisfying me. His mouth was sucking on my tongue forcefully, one hand was grabbing my breasts hard, and the other, suddenly, stopped rubbing my clitoris and began gently patting my vagina, harder and harder, I could clearly hear the wetness. I tried to clench my fists, but he was standing between my legs, so I could only grab his hand. This feeling was so strange. After patting for a while, he started rubbing my clitoris again and again, faster and faster. I could clearly feel the restlessness in my body, an indescribable feeling surging up.
I actually orgasmed. My first orgasm since cheating hadn't even been with penetration, it was just done by his hand.
He clearly felt it too, maybe because I was gripping his hand too tightly. He stopped and showed me his wet hand.
"Was it good?" he said with a smile.
"I hate you." I slowly relaxed. Looking at his shameless smile, I completely let go.
"Hehe, now it's your turn to serve me." He said, propping himself up on two pillows and leaning against the bed.
"I don't know how." But I still sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come and kiss me, like I just kissed you, from top to bottom, without missing a single spot."
I climbed onto the bed, knelt beside him, and began kissing his forehead. His hands were restlessly grabbing my breasts.
"Or you could use them to massage me, do you wear a C or a B?"
"C," I obediently began rubbing my breasts against his chest, my tongue constantly kissing his face, ears, and neck.
"You forgot something," he reminded me, pulling my hand to his penis. He was telling me that while he was kissing me, his hands hadn't left my vagina.
Then, he put both hands behind his head, looking at me.
He liked it when I licked his nipples; sometimes I touched his nipples with mine, sometimes I pinched them off, or licked them with my tongue, my hands constantly rubbing his penis. It wasn't as hard as before, but it was still quite erect.
I kissed his chest for a while, and he pushed me down, clearly wanting me to give him oral sex again.
"Do you want him to fuck you? If you do, lick him until he's hard."
I obediently licked down, trying to tease him by licking his inner thighs and lower abdomen, but not his penis. But he seemed to enjoy it, so I gave up. I wanted it myself, so I took his penis in my mouth again.
"Use your breasts to clamp him."
I lifted myself up, cupped my breasts with my hands, and slowly rubbed his glans with my nipples. His glans started to secrete fluid, which smeared onto my nipples. After finishing one, I moved to the other until both nipples were covered in his glans fluid. I got mischievous and climbed on top of him so he could kiss my nipples. He didn't refuse and took them in his mouth.
"Hehe, is it good?" I asked him mischievously.
"With your naughty thoughts, hehe, keep using them to help me squeeze, it feels good."
I continued downwards, cupping my breasts and clamping his penis between them. I knew this was called breast play, and I was very excited, watching his penis get harder and harder, occasionally licking the glans with my mouth. He was also very excited.
"If you want it, come on up yourself."
I was a little impatient and sat on top of him.
"Wait." He took out a condom from behind his back. "Help me put it on, it's good for everyone."
I had completely forgotten about this. I really don't know if I should scold myself.
"Thank you." I skillfully helped him put on the condom, climbed on top of him, and squatted down facing him.
I held his penis with one hand, aimed it at my vagina, and sat down directly. My vagina was still very wet, not dry at all, and it went in smoothly.
My empty body seemed to be filled at once. My hands wanted to grab something, but there was nothing to grab. I knelt down and slowly used my vagina to stroke his penis, feeling the fullness. He still had his hands behind his head, looking at me contentedly. I lowered my head to kiss him, and he kissed me back. Slowly, his hands began to hold me, and I felt he couldn't stand my slow pace anymore, so he started thrusting into my vagina. I wanted to lie on top of him, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my breasts with both hands, pressing his thumbs down on my nipples, rubbing them incessantly.
"No." Being stimulated like this from both above and below at the same time, I'd go crazy. I gripped his hands tightly, trying to make him let go. But he was too strong, and I could only let him do as he pleased.
After thrusting like this for a while, he said he wanted to get on top. I couldn't have been happier. Although this position was comfortable, and I liked it, I preferred the man to be on top. I liked the feeling of being oppressed; I'm such a masochist.
I lay down on the bed, but instead of getting on top of me, he stood on the edge of the bed.
He pulled my legs, making my vagina face him, grabbing my ankles with both hands, spreading my legs as wide as possible, completely exposing my vagina to him.
He kept rubbing his penis against my vagina, teasing my clitoris.
"Come in," I began to beg him.
He stopped playing around and went straight for my vagina, thrusting in all the way.
"Ah, gently," I cried out.
He seemed not to hear me, thrusting in forcefully each time, all the way in, reaching my cervix.
My hands flailing helplessly.
"Touch your breasts," he commanded.
I instinctively grabbed my breasts, rubbing them incessantly, trying to hasten my orgasm.
As my sensations intensified, he suddenly stopped and began to slowly thrust in and out, but each time still forcefully.
"No, don't stop," I cried, feeling like countless ants crawling inside my vagina, hoping his penis wouldn't leave.
"Make a nicer sound," he said, placing his penis at the entrance of my vagina, waiting for my answer.
"What should I say?" I asked impatiently.
"Call me husband," he said, slowly thrusting in all the way.
"No," I said, still trying to maintain my boundaries. My whole body ached, and I wanted him to finish quickly.
"You slut, playing such lewd and shameless things online, you already have a husband online, what difference does one more make!" He slowly pulled out.
"Please, can you change it?" I looked at him helplessly.
"Then what should I call you?"
"Brother, can I call you brother?" He still didn't penetrate me, and I was going crazy.
"You little slut." He thrust in hard and quickly, and I suddenly felt so satisfied.
"Ah... don't go." He started pulling out again.
"How does that husband online satisfy you? It's obvious you're physically empty." He was teasing me again.
"Typing, with words, he stimulates me with words." I felt like I was losing all my limits, I just wanted him to penetrate me quickly.

"And you? Do you masturbate in the office?" He slowly penetrated me again.
"No, we only text, at most I took a few pictures to show him."
"What did you take pictures of?"
"Breasts, vagina, pictures of me getting excited by him."
"Lie down and don't move."
Hearing that I was taking pictures, he simply put me down, went to get his phone, and came back to take pictures of me.
"Don't take pictures of my face."
"I know."
He took several pictures of my vulva with his phone, then took a few more with his penis inside, and also of my breasts.
I didn't care, I just wanted him to penetrate me quickly.
After taking pictures of my front, he made me lie face down and took pictures of my back.
While taking pictures, he started penetrating me from behind.
I liked this position. My G-spot is just above the vaginal opening, about a finger's width inside, and this position allows for complete friction.
I excitedly cooperated, his hands constantly kneading my buttocks, occasionally slapping them a couple of times. I loved it; I'd never felt this way before. I felt my orgasm was about to come.
His thrusting became faster and faster, even lifting one of my legs to penetrate, various positions, which I cooperated with with both effort and excitement. He also started yelling loudly, which excited me, and I kept moaning.
He ejaculated, and I reached orgasm along with him.
I felt completely exhausted, and he collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I hugged him tightly, excited. It had been a long, long time since I'd had such an orgasm.

We rested for about 5 minutes.
"Are you alright? Did you use too much force just now?"
"I'm fine," I replied weakly.
"I'll run the water, let's take a shower together." I didn't have the strength to object anymore, so I did as he said.
He adjusted the water temperature and was about to come over and carry me, but I smiled and said, "Never mind, you're tired too, and I'm so heavy.
" "Can I shower by myself?" This time I insisted.
"Okay."
Our clothes were neatly laid out on the stool by the door; I didn't even know when he had put them there.
"Thank you."
He smiled at me and turned to turn on the TV.
The water kept washing over my body. I knew I had given in to temptation. Maybe I had been hoping for this outcome all along. I couldn't care less anymore; my body was too tired, and I just wanted to go out and lie down to rest.
He was waiting for me at the door with a bathrobe, poured me a glass of water, and told me to lie down and wait for him. I didn't know what he wanted to do. I leaned against the bed, watching TV aimlessly. I glanced at the time: 3:30. A full hour and a half had passed, which I found unbelievable. After
a while, he finished showering and came out, climbed onto the bed, and hugged me from behind.
"Take a nap, I'll wake you for dinner."
I was really tired, so I leaned against him. He put one hand around the back of my neck, slipped it inside my bathrobe, and grabbed my breast.
"Aren't you going to let me go now?" I weakly resisted, but I still liked it.
We lay down together, and his other hand reached down. I thought he was going to touch my clitoris, so I stopped him.
But he didn't. His palm was against my cervix, making me feel warm and very comfortable.
"I know I was a bit heavy just now. A woman needs to protect this area. Go to sleep."
To be honest, I was touched. But I was too tired, so I leaned against him and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost 6 o'clock. He was still holding me in the same position. I moved, and he woke up too.
"Did you sleep well?" He pulled his hand away; it looked a little numb.
"Excuse me." I got up to go to the bathroom.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" "Anything
is fine, I want to go back."
"Even if you're in a hurry, you should eat well before going back."
"Okay."
I came out to get some clothes to change into. He grabbed my hand, forced me against the wall, and started kissing me again.
It was a passionate kiss; I couldn't refuse, so I hugged him and responded.
His tongue roamed inside my mouth, and I desperately sucked on his tongue.
We kissed for a long time; I was almost suffocating.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I finally pushed him away.
"I want to eat you again for dinner, okay?"
"Aren't you tired? Maybe next time, I really can't today."
"Let me kiss you properly one more time, kiss your body."
"No, please." There was nothing under my bathrobe, and soon I was naked again.
I stood there, and he kept kissing my nipples, one after the other, his hand moving to my clitoris.
My clitoris was dry; I didn't know if it was from not wiping properly after urinating or what.
"Look, your slutty clitoris says it's still not full."
"No," I tried to explain. I really didn't want it anymore.
But my body wouldn't listen. As he kept kissing my nipples, my vagina quickly became wet.
This time, his fingers quickly went inside. I held his head, forced to endure this unwanted process.
He quickly found my G-spot and began stimulating it relentlessly. My legs went weak. He carried me to the bed. His tongue quickly licked my clitoris, his fingers constantly poking at my G-spot. I quickly became very excited, my vagina uncontrollably overflowing with fluid. He inserted another finger, and I had no strength to resist. I had never had two fingers inserted before.
Two fingers gripped my G-spot, and I moaned without restraint.
His fingers thrust faster and faster, and I uncontrollably reached orgasm, but he showed no sign of stopping.
"I can't take it anymore," I said, gripping his hand tightly, my nails digging into it.
He released me, and his mouth returned to my lips, his tongue licking from my anus up to my clitoris, back and forth. The fingers that had just been inside my vagina were now pressing against my anus.
"No!" I shook my head violently, twisting my body to escape his fingers.
He grabbed my legs, preventing me from moving, and kept smearing the fluid from my vagina onto his anus. I was terrified.
"Never tried it before?"
"No, I don't like it, no." I strongly objected, but I could clearly feel his fingers going in, just a little bit. It was a strange feeling, but I still refused!
"Okay." He let me go, as if he had suddenly lost interest.
He wasn't hard either, I wondered if it was because we had done too much that afternoon.
"Do you want me to help you?" I reached out and touched his genitals.
"If you still want it, then come on, I wonder if he still has the strength, he's getting old, haha."
I don't know what men are thinking, he's already exhausted, yet he still tries to tease me, is it enough for him to just give me an orgasm?
I continued to give him oral sex.
"Lick my backside."
"I can't."
He didn't insist, I don't know if he was considerate of my feelings or if he really didn't have the strength.
I put some saliva on my hand and touched his anus. He let out an excited shout, his penis noticeably harder.
Did he want me to penetrate him? The thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
"Do you want me to go in?" I looked up and asked him.
"Maybe not." He hesitated. "I've never tried it before."
But I could clearly sense he wanted it. So I kept stroking his anus, and his penis quickly hardened.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked him.
"No, is that okay?"
I hesitated. I already had an IUD, so theoretically I shouldn't get pregnant. He didn't seem to have any illnesses, so there shouldn't be any problems. But like he said, using a condom is better for everyone.
"Come on!" I didn't refuse!
His hot penis went in, noticeably hotter than before.
"So tight, I didn't feel it before."
I wondered if he knew my G-spot location, as he changed the angle to target it each time. I knew he was doing it on purpose. But I felt very comfortable, very excited.
While he was penetrating, he would grab my breasts, or rub my clitoris.
I don't know if it was because we weren't using a condom, but he ejaculated much faster than before. Although I knew it had been a long time, and although I had also orgasmed, I was still a little unsatisfied. I wondered if I was being too greedy.
This time, I noticed that his penis quickly went limp after he ejaculated, hanging there weakly like a little worm. I playfully flicked him.
"Don't bully him when he's exhausted." He used to complain too.
"Who told him to bully me just now?"
"How many times did he make you orgasm?"
"I forgot, haha." I ran into the bathroom to wash off the semen.
By the time he finished showering, it was almost 7:30.
He originally wanted to find a nice place to have a good meal, but I was in a hurry to get home, so I said we should just eat somewhere random.
He didn't agree and still found a Western restaurant, booked a small private room, and had a very expensive steak.
He said this was the kind of magnanimity a man should have, and it was also a way of making up for it.
We ate like a couple, and occasionally he would feed me something.
I'm able to face it calmly now.
We ate until after 9 pm, then he took a taxi and insisted on taking me home. I wanted to refuse, but he insisted.
We got home after 10 pm.

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