The climax of their marriage was an affair.

My husband is a handsome and successful man who works in sales at a family-owned company and travels frequently. As everyone knows,
wages were low in the 1980s, and travel allowances were meager; sometimes we even had to pay out of pocket. To supplement our income, I

ran a sewing shop at home.

Although we've been married for eight years and our seven-year-old child is already in elementary school, at 30, I still have smooth skin because

I haven't done much physical labor. I'm 1.69 meters tall, without excess fat, and have

a fairly slender figure. I look about 24 or 25 years old, and I consider myself quite attractive.

I'm a rather traditional woman; although I've had some flirtatious advances from men, I've never

had any improper thoughts. However, what happened next disrupted my peaceful life and made me ashamed to talk about it. It was

a summer noon in 1986. I was at home rushing to finish a suit for a client. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I thought someone had come to have clothes made.

I got up to open the door, and there was a man I knew. He was my husband's former coworker.

We had joked around before and knew each other well. I politely let him in, assuming he was also there to have

clothes made, and led him to the workroom.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly hugged me from behind. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters, and his cheek was pressed against

mine . He whispered in my ear, "I love you so much. Ever since I met you, your image has

haunted me. When I make love with my wife, I always fantasize about making love with you; otherwise, there's no passion."

Eight years. I can't hold back anymore. Please! Give it to me. I know this will betray my brother,

but if I don't have you, I'll break down. His voice was hoarse, and I could feel

tears streaming down his face. His arms were wrapped tightly around me.

In the sweltering summer heat, in my thin gauze skirt and small panties, I was being embraced from behind by a man, my hips pressed tightly

against my buttocks. What did that feel like? My body shuddered involuntarily, and I tried to push him away. Because he

was holding me so tightly, I couldn't exert much force with my hands, and could only push backward. This push landed squarely

on his lower abdomen. "Ah!" I cried out in surprise, because I had pushed right onto his

manhood —it was standing erect in his crotch, feeling hard.

My face flushed red, and I recoiled as fast as lightning. He turned me around, holding

me tightly in his arms. His hips pressed against my lower abdomen, and in his strong embrace, my struggles seemed pale and powerless… I couldn't

break free from his embrace.

He gently licked and nibbled my earlobe and kissed my cheek. My heart pounded! pounded! My heart was pounding, blood was rushing

to my head , my face was probably flushed red, and my lips were a little blue. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out… Being

embraced by a man other than my husband felt indescribably awkward, but also very exciting. I realized I was losing

my composure and tried to break free, but he held me tightly. Actually, I didn't really want to push him away; traditional

values just made me feel a little embarrassed.

I struggled, weakly struggled… He probably sensed my weak resistance, so he didn't

let go , but instead placed his hand on my buttocks. "No! Don't do this!" I really didn't know what to say.

But clearly, I didn't continue to put up any effective resistance (under his strong embrace, I was

helpless ). I felt like someone he could see right through. As he embraced me, my entire body

pressed against his. His hands, which were on my back, roamed up and down. In no time,

he had caressed my entire back and buttocks.

As if he were on a stimulant, he continued his actions even more vigorously. Suddenly, he turned me around and kissed

my lips. "Mmm..." Before I could even utter a word, his tongue plunged into my mouth, and

an electric shock-like sensation instantly numbed my entire body. I tried to push him away but all my strength had vanished. I let his tongue search my

mouth , and what was even more embarrassing was that I involuntarily began to respond to his sucking. It was a

kiss more alluring and more forceful than my husband's, and waves of indescribable excitement quickly

spread throughout my body.

He sensed my weakness, knowing I was conquered, and released his arms from my embrace.

One of his hands moved up along the hem of my clothes, caressing my breasts from side to side and up and down (I regretted

not wearing a bra; it was so hot, wearing one was uncomfortable, and even if I did, it wouldn't provide enough protection). His other

hand intentionally or unintentionally touched the inside of my thighs. Although I was a married woman, experienced in life,

I was still unaccustomed to being with a man other than my husband for the first time. A sense of guilt

conflicted with my body's natural reactions.

I even felt helpless and wanted to cry. At that moment, I could only plead with him:

"Let's stop here for today. Let's be friends from now on. Please, don't do it anymore, it's too much." But

the outcome was the same; he ignored my pleas.

He skillfully unbuttoned my shirt and kissed every part of my body. I could no longer

hide my body's reaction. I hugged his head tightly, feeling the signals my body was sending. I knew that

at this moment, I was like a lamb to the slaughter, helpless... I struggled, but I was completely limp. I didn't even notice

when I was suddenly naked in his arms, my clothes and skirt scattered

on the floor .

I was immediately overwhelmed with shame, not knowing where to look, my heart pounding as if it would burst from my chest. Ah!

An unprecedented feeling washed over me. I stood there, my mind blank. I let him

embrace and kiss me, and he lowered his head to suckle my breast. His head and tongue circled around my nipple, a jolt of

electricity shivers down my spine, a surge of desire coursing through me. My vagina involuntarily

twitched, a gush of heat spurting out. I don't know when he took off his shirt, his firm chest pressing against my breasts.

When I realized he was violating me further, my heart struggled helplessly, but I was

completely beyond control. (A respectable woman) My sense of female chastity had vanished. His restless hands began to slide down,

across my flat stomach, and inside my panties, caressing my pubic hair… I instinctively clenched

my legs together, my last line of defense. “Is my chastity really going to be lost like this today?

How can I face my loving husband and the judgment of the world?” I wanted to struggle, but I was

no longer in control.

Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hands, not wanting him to go any deeper. He gazed

at me tenderly, kissing me, murmuring his desire and sincere love. Under his teasing and

sweet whispers , I slumped weakly in his arms. A surge of excitement and desire welled up within me.

He carried me to the bed, gently cupping my breasts and caressing them softly. Soon,

my whole body heated up. I cooperated by pulling down my already soaked panties, revealing myself completely naked before

him.

I closed my eyes tightly, one hand clutching my genitals, the other pressing against my breast. I heard him unbuckling

his belt and the rustling sound of him taking off his pants. After a while, he took one of my hands, and I touched

something hard and hot. I opened my eyes, and for the first time, I touched and saw

the penis of an adult man other than my husband. My heart pounded as I grasped his ugly thing, feeling it grow bigger and harder.

His penis head was huge, almost frighteningly so. He spread my legs, and my vagina was exposed to

a man other than my husband for the first time. Nervousness, shyness, and excitement combined, and a warm flow uncontrollably flowed from my vagina

; I became aroused.

His thick penis stood erect in front of me. I never expected such a large penis.

Unlike my husband's, his penis was not only thick but also long and slightly curved. It was definitely over 25

centimeters long and 6 centimeters thick, almost like a child's arm. The purplish-red glans was so large, with countless

tiny fleshy mounds covering the edge of the coronal sulcus, making it appear wide like an outward-curling mushroom head.

The entire penis had bulging veins and a dark purplish-red sheen. It throbbed as if it were

bowing to my vagina. He didn't immediately penetrate me. Instead, he bent down and kissed my vagina, sucking on my

labia. I was a little moved. In the eight years of our marriage, my husband had never kissed my vagina.

As he slowly moved towards my clitoris, he slipped his tongue inside my vagina, swirling and teasing it.

I felt him licking and sucking at my vulva. Suddenly, a surge of electricity coursed through me, washing

over me.

Oh, that feeling was truly unique and wondrous. My whole body felt so comfortable, so wonderful,

a strange pleasure I'd never experienced before. His tongue licked inside me,

and involuntarily twitching rhythmically.

My hips began to sway uncontrollably, my buttocks arching to meet his tongue's assault. I felt

more and more fluid flowing from my vagina, while he sipped it like he was drinking a beverage. I don't know how long his tongue

licked inside me. All I knew was that his tongue felt so good, so incredibly pleasurable, as my vagina was being licked by his tongue, and streams of fluid

kept flowing out.

My whole body was filled with pleasure and desire. Soft moans began to escape my lips. When he looked

up , I saw his mouth was covered in my fluids, even the tip of his nose had some, and a single, curved

pubic hair clung to the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, I felt so excited and happy! With each gushe of hot fluid

flowing from my body, a sensation I had never experienced before washed over me. The fluids were flowing, and he licked and swallowed them with a "smack," "smack,"

his face covered in them. His tongue licked back and forth extensively, his mouth constantly uttering "ah..." "ah..."

It was like a boar encountering a sow in heat; my sexual desire was intensely aroused. Occasionally, his nose

would brush against my clitoris, making me involuntarily shudder, gasp for breath, my heart pounding in my throat

. The feeling was intoxicating, a feeling of ascension.

I
craved his penetration! I forgot everything else in the world. I stole a glance at him; his burning

gaze told me what was about to happen. But at that moment, I couldn't refuse him…

A wave of unease washed over me; I just wanted it all to end quickly. Guilt mingled with

pleasure . I admit this pleasure was something I'd never experienced with my husband, and I was afraid it would vanish in an instant.

So, following his movements, he pulled my hands apart, bent down and climbed onto my burning body, kissing

my lips. Our tongues intertwined, and we breathed heavily. His mouth tasted

slightly pungent, carrying the scent of my vaginal fluid.

My moans grew louder and louder. By this time, his large penis was very hard. I felt the head of his

penis slowly moving down, searching for my vagina. Because of the excessive vaginal fluid, the tightness of my vagina, and the terrifying

size of his penis head, he slid past the entrance several times, like a virgin playing adult

games for the first time, unable to penetrate me. My husband always praises my vagina for being tight, small, narrow, and wet. Today,

soaked with so much vaginal fluid, it became unusually slippery in front of his large penis, which was so different from my husband's.

Under the friction of his hard, large penis, my lust surged. I parted my vulva with one hand, grasped his thick

penis with the other, aimed it at my vulva, and lifted my buttocks to welcome his entry.

His large penis, like a prodigal son returning home, eagerly thrust into my vagina. I felt his thick

penis struggling to push in, the terrifying head of his penis suddenly expanding as it passed my tight vulva, filling

my vagina. The vaginal walls were also rapidly expanding, as if every fold of my vagina was being

rubbed by the head of his large penis. My vulva involuntarily writhed, rhythmically contracting.

Oh—, I breathed a sigh of relief, an extremely comfortable, full and satisfying feeling coming from inside my vagina. "Oh,"

"Oh," "Oh," I couldn't help but moan under the stimulation of his slow thrusts. I

secretly touched his huge penis, and oh my god, almost half of it was still outside. My legs were tightly wrapped around his

waist, and my whole body was a little stiff.

His huge penis began to thrust, and with each thrust, he went in a little deeper. As his

thrusting rhythm quickened, my juices flowed more and more, and the pleasure became more and more intense. His super long penis, with each

thrust, reached my uterus, a feeling I had never experienced before. A soul-stirring feeling! He

probably thrust less than 30 times, and I screamed, my whole body trembling, feeling like my soul had left my body, like I was floating

. A scream came from deep in my throat, and all the pores on my body suddenly opened up, sweat gushed out, and a

hot stream , like urinating (he later told me that this was called squirting), and I fainted.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly woke up. He was on top of me, gently stroking my already hard and

erect nipples. Seeing that I was awake, he slowly began to move again. After thrusting in and out a dozen times, he slowly

lifted his buttocks back, and with a "pop" like pulling a cork, he pulled his big penis out of my vagina. I

saw that his penis was covered with engorged veins, no wonder it felt so good when it thrust in and out, making me

feel like I was ascending.

(Afterwards, he told me that this was an orgasm, the highest level of female sexual experience. I was stunned. After being

a woman for eight years, I didn't even know what an "orgasm" or "squirt" was! As a woman, I felt so ashamed.)

After catching his breath, he lay on top of me again and slowly inserted his still-erect penis

all the way my vagina, like a tamping machine, "thump, thump," thrusting powerfully

for over 30 minutes. My heart clenched again. In a feeling of ascension, another orgasm came.

And this orgasm lasted longer than the first; I almost passed out. As he slowly pulled his penis out of

my vagina, I glanced at it and was astonished. How could my vagina accommodate such a long and thick

thing was thicker than a duck egg, a full eight inches long, and the head of his penis was the size of a child's fist. When he slowly entered again

, it stretched me a little painfully, and with each thrust, I felt the tender flesh inside my vagina turning outwards.

At this moment, he was panting heavily on top of me, his penis throbbing repeatedly inside my vagina, and waves of

hot fluid gushed deep into my body, pounding against my clitoris. The heat made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. He ejaculated.

My body was filled with a torrent of fluid, and the sheets were soaked. After a while, he turned me

over , gesturing for me to lift my buttocks. He gave his large penis a shake and then inserted it into my vagina from behind, a

unique and pleasurable sensation arising within me. He held my buttocks with both hands, his long penis thrusting in and out repeatedly,

his thumbs massaging my anus. My heart trembled.

After about ten minutes of thrusting, he pulled out his large penis and turned me over again, this time lying on my back. His

penis was even thicker and more powerful, especially the veins and the enormous head rubbing against my vaginal opening—

it felt incredibly good, something I hadn't experienced in years. He thrust for about 15 minutes, and I gradually felt myself

approaching another orgasm. Then, he began to thrust wildly, and I felt a surge of heat reach deep inside me. He ejaculated again

, a large amount of semen. With each ejaculation, I experienced an indescribable pleasure. I finally screamed

, and another orgasm came.

I lay paralyzed on the bed, unable to move. He pulled out his penis, spread my legs, and

rubbed his limp penis head against my clitoris, labia, and vulva. Because of the abundant vaginal lubrication, he rubbed it slipperily for a few moments, and his penis

became hard again. As he rubbed my clitoris, I gradually experienced pleasure again. Suddenly, he thrust his large penis

back in, and I instinctively screamed. However, he pulled out his penis, carried me into the bathroom, and carefully

washed . After washing, my libido seemed to have subsided a little.

He started licking my vulva again, and this time it was more enjoyable than the first time; his tongue

seemed . This filled my whole body with pleasure again. He licked me for about 10 minutes, then got up and pulled my head

towards his large penis. I took it into my mouth without any hesitation (I had never sucked my husband's penis before).

For some reason, I sucked very hard, even though I had never sucked a penis before. He

groaned , and his penis began to swell again. He carried me to the bedside, placed me on the edge,

spread my legs, and inserted his large penis into my vagina. I let out a soft "oh," and he began to increase

the speed of his thrusting, making my pleasure more and more intense.

Sometimes he lifted my legs and thrust his large penis all the way in; sometimes he turned my body to the side,

stroking my breasts while thrusting. After about ten minutes, he turned my body onto my back, and he

reached my clitoris every time. He continued this frenzied thrusting for less than ten minutes, and my pleasure returned. This time, he also cried out, and

a surge of heat shot straight to my heart; he ejaculated again.

I passed out. When I woke up, I was still lying flat on my back, my lower abdomen and pubic hair

a mess , and my vagina was still wet with vaginal fluid and semen. He said to me, "You were amazing." I looked down at my

vagina, which was red and swollen from his vigorous thrusting, and my vaginal fluid had flowed down my vulva and

soaked a large area of the bed. My face turned bright red, and I wanted to find something to cover myself. He went outside and

came back a while later with a wet towel. Ignoring my protests, he took the initiative to clean my vagina. The wet towel

felt cool and pleasant.

Without any tenderness in bed, I sat up, my body feeling like it was falling apart, and struggled into the bathroom. Even

my steps felt different, like a virgin being deflowered. My vagina felt burning.

In the bathroom, I squatted on the floor, trying to expel what he had ejaculated inside me. Looking at

the milky white , I cried. I felt so sorry for my husband, always making him wear uncomfortable condoms.

Thinking about it, I repeatedly washed my vagina with water, trying to wash away everything completely. I sat in

the tub for over 30 minutes, as if washing away everything

that had happened that day. But I knew it was all real. It had left an indelible mark on my heart.

After showering, I got dressed and checked the time; it was almost 5 PM. I was puzzled as to

how could have fucked me for six or seven hours straight.

Luckily, the kids were on summer vacation at their grandparents' house, so I didn't have to worry about them. I dragged my exhausted body back to

the bedroom , collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep. In my sleep, the phone rang; it was my husband calling from Beijing. I didn't

say much before hanging up, saying I wasn't feeling well, feeling incredibly guilty. However, after this

lewd experience, I truly understood what a perfect sex life is.

For example: novel sex positions, nine shallow and one deep penetration, woman on top, light touch... some are exhilarating

and soaring to the heavens, some leave you on the edge of your seat, just a tiny bit away from orgasm, but just

that little bit, at the crucial moment, he keeps you on the edge of your seat, leaving you feeling anxious and agonizing, all of these things make you

unable to stop.

This was the first time I helplessly betrayed my husband, and it was also the first time I

experienced . This was also the first time in my eight years of marriage that I experienced orgasm and squirting. Afterwards, I felt...

No matter how thrilling the pleasure of infidelity may be, it can't make me abandon my husband. I love him, regardless of whether he can give

me orgasm. I love him now and I always will.

My husband is my life's support, an insurmountable mountain. With others, it's just a fling,

a search for physical stimulation, a way to spice up a mundane life or indulge in mischief.

The pleasure of infidelity and the intense thrusting of a large penis made me abandon traditional sexual views. After

that, we went wild several times to experience the pleasure of infidelity again, but soon after, he left me forever in an accident

. Actually, the feeling of infidelity is truly wonderful and exciting.

However, in my subsequent affairs with other men, I never again experienced the

wild, unforgettable, soul-stirring, exhilarating, and satisfying sexual pleasure I felt with him.

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