Staying out all night with his girlfriend

"Mmm... Yunyun, I'm going to cum inside!" Lele called out, using the name he
used to . We used to call each other by the last syllable of our names, repeated. With a muffled
groan, the piston-like motion accelerated to its maximum speed. I couldn't bear the speed; my hands
gripped the sheets tightly, and my toes curled.

"Lele... mmm... just cum inside like that... ahh..."

Lele's face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His thick, hard penis thrust into my vagina
like a final pile driver, powerfully penetrating to the cervix, which even my husband couldn't reach. Even with
the condom , the feeling was truly amazing. Before I knew it, I had reached orgasm. My squirting
occurred precisely at the moment Lele thrust in, my vaginal fluid splattering onto the condom.
After Lele was fully inside, I could clearly feel the bulge at the tip of the condom swelling more and more; I
knew he was also about to orgasm.

After ejaculating, Lele didn't immediately pull out his thick, warm penis; it remained
inside . From the moment he began to release his fluids, I fantasized that the warm semen right in front of my cervix
, under his pressure, would swell into a ball, soon bursting the condom due to the force, and the
thick , white fluid would erupt. Just one step away, that uniquely male milk would
smoothly enter my uterus, invading my egg cells, which were now in their mature stage, awaiting fertilization by his healthy
seed .

For some reason, I had a fantasy that his pressure would actually break the condom, and all his
semen would flow into my uterus, causing me to become pregnant in a month or two. At that moment, I didn't
feel guilty towards my husband because of this fantasy; instead, I felt a joy and excitement that my husband couldn't give me. Perhaps this was because my husband and Qixing
weren't around, but the main reason was that I knew my husband's secret, which allowed me to
more brazenly accept the love Lele gave me here.

Lele's ejaculation lasted a minute. As he finished, he lay on top of me, his
muscular chest pressing against my breasts, making it hard to breathe, yet simultaneously giving me an immense sense of security.

His still-erect penis showed no sign of leaving,
pulsating with each beat of his heart.

Although we had air conditioning in Lele's room, we were both drenched in sweat from our intense "
exercise ." When I wrapped my arms around Lele's back, it seemed
the speed of his "pile driving" had exhausted even Lele, who regularly works out; he was even more sweaty than I
was .

His tongue then plunged into my mouth, swirling around, and saliva
poured from his mouth. In just two or three minutes, he had spit a considerable amount of saliva into my mouth, and I
, not to be outdone, responded with my own. Since my lower mouth can't directly
receive , I can only use my upper mouth to absorb
the bodily fluids he transmits from his mouth, which is
like

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The story of how Lele and I had sex in his room begins with what happened two days ago.

I had already returned from Shanghai two days ago. The reason I was able to return early was because the client
in had originally signed a contract with the company in Beijing, but for some reason, the Beijing
company seemed to have breached the contract, causing the relationship between the two companies to become extremely hostile, which allowed us to take advantage of the situation.

Our boss was overjoyed to have closed the deal with this client. To reward us for our
hard work , knowing that we had also worked several all-nighters, the boss specially gave us a week-long paid
vacation. When I heard the good news, my first thought was naturally to call my husband, but
my phone was dead, so I had to hail a taxi.

Fate seemed to be playing tricks on me and Lele. Just as I was about to hand him my hand, I
saw Lele in the distance. He was coming out of the airport again, a hint of sadness on his face.
As he looked around, our eyes met.

He smiled and walked over to me. I used to like him for many things, one of which was that his expression was always calm and composed,
no matter the time or place.

"Hi! What a coincidence!" Lele said, hands in his pockets, shrugging. He seemed to have forgotten what had happened
between in Hong Kong, completely oblivious to any awkwardness.

"Yeah, I just got back from Shanghai. And you, what brings you from the airport again? Where's your girlfriend?"

I maintained a "safe" distance as he approached. Since returning from Hong Kong, I hadn't had sex with him behind my husband's back. I heard he met a girlfriend

afterward , but I didn't know what happened.
Seeing him now reminded me
of the inauthentic me I was in Hong Kong, and the endless regret I felt for my husband had calmed me down.

"I just broke up with her."

"What? How could that be…?" Hearing his words, I felt a little stunned and my heart raced. His
qualities were enough to make many women fall for him, and now they'd broken up. I thought to myself, 'Could it be
me…' My heart pounded with anxiety, but he continued,

"We broke up because of personality clashes. I just told her the breakup
while . But most importantly, there's someone else I can't let go of." As he finished speaking,
the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression. He stared at me, which made
me feel a little lost.

However, he quickly smiled again: "It's lunchtime now, and several flights have just landed, so
the taxis have all gone to that gate to pick up passengers. Besides, airport taxis are very expensive outside the city. Did you tell Tianliang
to pick you up? If not, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"He's busy with work, so I didn't tell him. And I..." I said, omitting my bad habit...
It happened again; my hands unconsciously started fidgeting with the strap of my bag. At that moment, I really didn't know whether I should get in his
car. While I was hesitating, he had already pulled up
in front .

I'd ridden in his car many times before, but sitting inside now
felt completely different. From the moment I stepped into the car, guilt began to weigh on me, making me
uneasy.

"Emily, how did you end up in Shanghai? Didn't Tianliang come with you?" Perhaps
because Lele hadn't said a word after I got in, his words broke the silence between us
and eased much of my anxiety. After all, creating a good atmosphere and easing tension were among his strengths.

Of course, it also instantly broke down the barriers between us...

Lele had just broken up with his girlfriend, but he acted as if nothing had happened and even initiated
a conversation . I didn't know if his relationship with his girlfriend wasn't very deep, or if he simply
didn't care about her at all.

"I...I'm just going to Shanghai on business. By the way, is there really no way you and your girlfriend can get back together
?" This wasn't just out of curiosity; more importantly, I wanted to test whether Lele still had feelings for me.

I didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

"Yeah, after all, we have completely different personalities, we just can't be together. Shouldn't you
know me best in this regard?" Every time Lele turned around, I felt my heart race, and a strange
sense of pressure followed.

"Ah, no, for you, it should be Tianliang who knows me best! You've been married for so
long, and then you had Xiaoqixing. By the way, did you buy him any souvenirs while you were in Shanghai on business?"

Not only could he cleverly evade my questions, but he could also quickly steer the conversation towards Tianliang and me.
It seems I really underestimated his adaptability.

"It's work, so I didn't buy any souvenirs."

As we talked, the car had already stopped by the roadside. Lele unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door,
and said to me, "If it were daylight, I would definitely be looking forward to you bringing him some surprises from Shanghai. If
you really didn't bring anything, he'll be sad. What does your husband like?"

"Ah? Really, it's not necessary, he..."

Before I could finish speaking, he continued, "Why have you been so hesitant lately
? Here's what we've seen: a new style of tie recently came out in Shanghai, it's quite popular domestically. If
you wear it with a shirt, the students won't laugh at you. Wait a minute, I know this store very well, I'll definitely
pick out a good one for you." Before I could stop him, he had already gotten out of the car and gone into the store.

I sat in the car, very unwilling, but the scene of him and me having an affair in my husband's and my bedroom in Hong Kong kept flashing through my mind
. To avoid reliving the painful memory of wronging my husband, I
looked around. Suddenly, I noticed a shoebox next to his seat, but instead of shoes, it contained
a stack of photos face down.

I glanced at Lele in the store; he was still picking out ties. Curiosity compelled me to see
what the photos were about. But what I saw next was unbelievable.
The photos showed my husband with a mixed-race woman who looked somewhat foreign. At first,
it wouldn't have seemed like much, but the more I looked, the more uneasy I felt. Especially towards the end, I saw my husband
engaging in intimate acts with her, like holding hands or even kissing.

I don't know where Lele got these photos. While with today's technology, good Photoshop
can leave no trace, these photos didn't look photoshopped. And in the last one
, there was even a child between them. Although the child was also mixed-race, for some reason, I felt he
looked a lot like my husband. Looking closer, the child even resembled Qixing (my husband's son)
.

At that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My eyes widened as I stared at the photos of the happy woman and
the adorable child. Even faced with these irrefutable photos, I still couldn't believe my
eyes , desperately trying to convince myself it was all fake. I looked at the photos again and again, gradually
forgetting that I'd been secretly watching Lele's pictures from inside his car…

When I came to my senses, I found Lele standing beside me, holding
the tie he'd bought.

"Did you see all that?" Lele returned to the car, tossing the tie onto the back seat. Gone was his usual
smile ; he just looked at me with a serious expression.

"Um… how did you get these photos?" I angrily pointed the photos at him. Actually, I was
already deeply saddened. My husband, whom I should have trusted, had cheated on me and even had
a child with another woman.

"If you're willing to listen to this, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk it over?"

Lele drove to a park, got out of the car, and found a quiet spot to sit down. He brought a large box from
his car , but it was sealed inside, and he didn't immediately explain what it contained.

"Actually, I didn't mean to take pictures of him secretly. These photos were originally obtained from a journalist friend of mine
." He held up a photo that only showed the mixed-race woman and said to me,
"Her name is Phoenix Kok. Not many Chinese people would know her,
but she's the only daughter of Kok, a Chinese-American."

"That Kok, the very wealthy Chinese-American?" Hearing that name, I felt a
chill, because a woman with good looks and a wealthy family was trying to steal my husband. I
had read about Kok in newspapers and magazines; he was one of the top ten outstanding Chinese Americans, with a very successful business. The reports
also mentioned that he had an only daughter, but she had never appeared in any public events with her father in front of the media.

"That's right. But no matter how much you try to block the news, you can't escape the paparazzi's eyes. The main reason
is that Photobee is unrestrained and often does things that go too far, which the media quickly exposed."
She's Kok's only daughter. But recently I heard she had a child out of wedlock, and the child is already several years old. My
friend works as a paparazzi for a foreign media outlet, and he went through a lot of trouble to find these photos.
I saw them by chance, and unexpectedly, the father of her illegitimate child is
Tianliang…”

Lele spoke with conviction, and my nose stung with tears.

What broke my heart was that my usually honest husband had really cheated on me, and
had a child with her that was several years old.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Lele handed me a tissue, and I
just desperately held it to my eyes.

“Don't do this. Even if there aren't many people around now, there's no guarantee someone won't see us.” Lele put his hands on my
shoulders. I knew he was comforting me, so I sobbed and leaned against his chest.

I still forced back my tears and walked back to the car with Lele. Inside the car, however, I could no longer bear
it. The fact that my husband was cheating on me made me burst into tears. After Lele drove me home, I
walked upstairs with a heavy heart. My husband opened the door for me halfway.

My first impression of him was that he was exhausted and looked frightening. His pale
face was devoid of color except for the bloodshot eyes, and his lips were so dry that they were cracked, which was
quite rare in the humid summer. When my husband saw me come back, he seemed to be forcing a smile, and his
expression made me feel that he was hiding something from me. I should have been happy to see him, but after seeing Lele's
picture, and with my mind constantly imagining him and that woman being intimate, I felt nauseous.

"Wife, you're back?"

"Mmm..." I didn't pay much attention to him. I simply put my bag on the sofa and went into the room
to change my clothes. Before changing, I carefully looked at the room and saw many crumpled tissues on the floor, and some yellow
and white stains on the sheets. It was precisely because I knew these stains were from a man that I felt
increasingly infuriated.

Thinking about the marks he left on our bed while I wasn't home, having been with that woman,
I changed my clothes and, without a word, grabbed my bag from the sofa and walked out the door again. Even as he
called after me, I remained unmoved…

Night fell, and the neon lights of my city rivaled those of Shanghai. My colleagues and
boss were celebrating in a karaoke room, while I sat to the side, drinking alone. Although several colleagues
invited me to join them, I had no interest whatsoever. I could only politely decline with a wry smile and continue drinking
all night .

I have a low alcohol tolerance, so I quickly became half-drunk and half-awake. I was lying on the sofa in the karaoke room
, vaguely sensing a colleague rummaging through my bag, taking out my phone, and
dialing a number…

“…Are you Huiyun’s husband…? She’s passed out, come pick her up…” I vaguely heard
my colleague talking on the phone, but I couldn’t tell who they were calling.

After what seemed like an eternity, I think I was helped into a car. When I regained some consciousness,
I found myself sitting in the passenger seat, and Lele was driving.

“Are you awake? I’ll drive you home now.” Lele was focused on driving, only glancing at me once
to make sure I was conscious before speaking.

“Go home where? I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to go back to him…” Although I managed to
sit up straight and stretch, exhaustion still gripped my body. With that, I lost
consciousness again.

When I regained consciousness, I was lying in bed, covered with a blanket, and the clothes I
had been wearing weren’t on. I was wearing a white men’s t-shirt, and
my underwear was still the same. I struggled to sit up and looked around. The clock on the wall showed 2 a.m.
As I looked further, I realized the room was all too familiar—Lele's room.

When we were dating, I often came here to spend the night with him, but after we got married, I hadn't been here at all. Yet,
the room's layout seemed largely unchanged. A severe headache throbbed, and I had no choice but
to lie back down. A short while later, Lele entered the room, holding a glass of water.

"You're up? Here, drink this water!" Lele helped me sit up, and I, parched, gulped down the entire
glass . "You threw up all over your clothes in the car, so I helped you change.

You don't mind, do you?" I didn't mind him helping me change; after all, we'd had
sex many times, and my body was no longer a secret to him.

"I'm sorry to bother you…" Because my vision was blurry, and with the effects of alcohol, I
looked at the man before me, unconsciously becoming intoxicated by his presence.

"Your face is all red, so cute..." I noticed Lele looking at me affectionately. I remembered that he
hadn't rested since I started this, and my husband was probably still cheating on me with that
woman. Thinking of this, under the influence of alcohol, my arms naturally wrapped around
Lele's neck.

Lele didn't immediately reject me; instead, his lips slowly approached mine. When our lips
met , we began frantically undressing each other. For me at that moment, undressing
was actually a vigorous activity. The alcohol started to take effect; besides the burning sensation,
I became much bolder. In no time, Lele was down to his briefs, and I, besides
my lace bra and panties, was also exposed.

Besides kissing, Lele pushed me down onto the bed and even began to caress my
breasts . As I enjoyed his gentle touch, I wondered if he could feel my
heart pounding like a deer through his touch. His other hand wasn't idle either; he started
rubbing my clitoris with his fingers through my underwear.

I cried out excitedly, "Ah...good...no...don't..." Because I was in his room
, without my husband's restraint, the feeling of betrayal made me even more unrestrained, and I didn't care if the neighbors heard.
Deliberately suppressing her moans.

"Just touching like this, you're already soaking wet down there, and you still say no?"

"I mean, I want you... your... that..." I completely disregarded any womanly modesty
, only pointing at his bulging crotch.

"If you want it, fine, but it's not the biggest yet. I want you to help me make it bigger."

I sat up and started touching his crotch with my fingers. As soon as I touched it, it became thick and
vigorous, almost bursting through my briefs. I took off Lele's last piece of clothing from him
. Perhaps because he hadn't showered, there was a slightly pungent smell coming from him. When I smelled it,
I became very excited, stroking it up and down with my hand, while gently scraping the bulging veins with my fingernails.

Because it was so taut, I don't know why I felt it was very strong. My hand
could , so it vibrated with its throbbing. It was pointing upwards at a full forty-five
degrees, with its head facing my face. As I touched it, I was pressed against Lele's body. I was already irresistibly drawn to its
strong scent, so I immediately took its head into my mouth, savoring its still "fresh" taste. He
happily enjoyed the service I was giving him, a service even my husband had experienced.

Perhaps because I had it in my mouth, Lele was breathing heavily. I
circled its head with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my teeth. Each bite made his hands, which were gripping my breasts,
squeeze harder, as if extracting milk from them. His fingers constantly rubbed my nipples, and I
would excitedly bite them again. My lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluid, while his penis
throbbed in my mouth, even touching my palate, bouncing up and down to strike my teeth.

He separated us, and I had quite a bit of saliva left on it. He gently and
quickly peeled off my underwear, and now we were both completely naked.

"No...put on a condom first, I haven't been feeling well these past few days..." He grabbed his penis as if
he couldn't wait to enter, but I didn't cross my boundaries. I asked him to put on a condom, still
feeling scared

. "I can put it on, but I want you to put it on with your mouth." I never expected him to make such
a request . Of course, I didn't refuse, and I imagine my face must have been very red, because I could feel
my cheeks burning. Partly from the alcohol, and partly because it was my first time putting a condom on a man like this,
I felt incredibly embarrassed.

I put the condom in my mouth and held his penis in my hand, but because his erect penis was throbbing so
badly , and because bending over was difficult, I couldn't get it on several times. Plus, the deep throat
made me cough. Once it was on, I couldn't wait any longer. Before even waiting for Lele's reaction, I
gripped his thick penis and started pulling it up into my vagina. I was already soaking wet, so it
entered me quickly.

"Yunyun, oh...oh..." "Hmm...ahhh..." Lele and I both cried out in unison
. To be honest, my vagina felt much fuller from his penis, and the walls of my vagina contracted
inward . I hugged Lele tightly.

I've only ever had sex with two men in my life: my husband
and Lele. My husband's penis is small. He's my first love and the person I love most, so
having sex with him always gives me a feeling of security and happiness. As for Lele, he has a handsome appearance full of sunshine
, and he exercises regularly, especially his penis. I don't know if it's because of his fitness that
it's become so big. Having sex with him is a feeling that's both comfortable and exciting.

At this moment, my body and Lele's body are combined, and the pleasure of betrayal is written all over my
face. Lele immediately helped me up, and I straddled him in a riding position, wrapping
Lele's penis as much as possible inside me to keep it "warm."

My breasts pressed against Lele's chest, feeling them deformed under the pressure. I slowly began to move up and down,
and Lele helped me with his hands, making it easier for me to move. During the up-and-down motion,
we kissed passionately again.

The reason why making love with Lele was so pleasurable was not only because his penis was very thick, but also because we knew many positions,
things my honest husband would never do. He picked me up and lifted me off the bed, my feet already on
the ground. It turned out that this up-and-down position was even more powerful than before, and I had two orgasms.

We changed positions several times afterward, and almost every position gave me an orgasm, so
we were both drenched in sweat as if we had done strenuous exercise. Although Lele seemed to have lost a lot of energy,
he didn't reduce the force of his thrusts; in fact, he increased them...

********** (The beginning of the scene is omitted here) **********

After we finished, I took off Lele's condom, and a small sac of milky white fluid had bulged at the bottom.
Because he didn't pull out immediately after ejaculating, the warm semen inside me was kept warm by my body temperature
, and the air conditioning in the room had no effect on it. When he finally pulled it out, I squeezed it
with my hand ; the temperature was still at a normal body temperature.

Lying in bed, I opened the condom and squeezed out a small packet of semen, applying it to my breasts
. Fresh male semen is like milk, although it's a liquid with a strong fishy smell. I've heard
it's full of a man's nutrients and essence, and that it has beautifying and whitening effects on the skin. Lele's semen,
which didn't seem to have any yellow urine mixed in, was perfect for me.

Seeing me like this, Lele smiled, picked me up, carried me into the bathtub, and turned on the shower. The water temperature
was just right , neither too hot nor too cold, and it felt really comfortable on my skin. Inside, Lele's crotch stood up again,
and I couldn't resist his teasing, so I made love to him again.

This wasn't the first time I'd had sex in the shower; my husband and I had tried it once before in a hotel. But this time
was different. With my husband, it felt like having sex with a wooden doll, but with Lele it was different. He would try some fancy positions that my
husband would never do but were actually quite common, like spraying the showerhead directly into my clitoris or
touching my G-spot with his fingers.

The next morning, I heard birds chirping outside my window. It was already past 10 a.m.
I got up to check my phone, but it wasn't on. Then I suddenly remembered it had run out of battery the day before.

Still naked, I went out into the living room, took the charger out of my bag, and the phone turned on immediately.
I checked my voicemail; it was overflowing with messages from my husband. At least he, that heartless man
, had some conscience; he called me knowing I hadn't come home all night.

Looking back, I felt I had gone a little too far—not only did I leave without saying goodbye, but I didn't even come home all night.

While my husband's betrayal was clearly wrong, was my own infidelity justifiable? I
listened . My husband's already hoarse voice grew even more husky with each word, and it
pained me to hear it.

I got dressed, quietly left Lele's house, and took a taxi home. From the
moment I climbed the stairs, my mind was racing, trying to figure out how to explain my all-night absence to my husband. As soon as I opened
the door, I saw him talking to someone else. When my gaze swept across the room and landed on the sofa, I saw a
woman in a dress sitting there—the same
woman I'd seen in Lele's photo, the one holding hands with my husband.

At that moment, I wasn't angry with my husband at all; I was angry with this woman. This mixed-race woman
was indeed quite attractive, but I was still curious whether she had given my husband some kind of magic potion,
making him so infatuated with her.

Instead of going over and slapping her, I planned to greet her respectfully. I wasn't going to use
any violence to take my husband back; I just wanted him to know who his wife really was.

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