Making love outside of bed

Do you have a husband ?

Do you have a lover? Have you ever made love with your lover under your husband's nose? Have you ever made love with your lover in

public ? Probably not. We can't do it in bed, and there's nothing we can do about it.

I've read some articles written by women, and their descriptions of love and sex are: love is mentioned only briefly, while sex is exaggerated

and detached from reality (except for descriptions of their own real experiences, but even those real experiences feel the same, making them seem

unrealistic and less engaging). This is fiction, which is true. Am I really out of touch with reality in middle age

? No, I've exchanged experiences with three women in their 30s and 40s, and as an older sister, I've discussed this with

four young women in their 19s and 29s. The conclusion is basically: love comes first; sex comes only with love

. The most common position is still with the husband on top, and other positions are tried occasionally for novelty. Most women make moaning and sighing sounds during sex

, such as: "Come on... I kind of want to today... Don't you want me today

?" ...Faster...harder...so good...etc., with a touch of euphemism,

about half of the content included such phrases. Explicit lewd language like, "I can't take it anymore, come and fuck me to death," or "Fuck my rotten cunt,"

was absent.

Everyone loves to hear praise, whether true or false. Women are especially so; they love beauty and

their reputation, and they want their words to be beautiful and pleasant. They never want to hear unpleasant words. Even

a prostitute, when soliciting business, might approach a single man and say, "Are you alone? Walking alone on

the street so boring. It's nice to find a place to rest and have someone to talk to. We

have lots of fun things to do here, I guarantee you'll have unexpected happiness. Want to try it? I can go for you (or I

can accompany you)."

But she would never say something like, "Sir (brother), I'm a prostitute. Want to have sex?

Many people say my vagina is different from other women's. It's incredibly comfortable and pleasurable! Tight,

slippery, and wet. You can have sex with me for money. One time, do whatever you want. I guarantee

you'll be blown away and never forget it. How about it? Come and try it!" This is

the difference between women and men. No matter how despicable a woman's behavior may be, she will always find a reason to justify it and

will never utter such vulgar words.

Let's not talk about others, let's talk about our own story. Our parents don't know, our husbands don't know, our lovers' families

don't know , our colleagues at work don't know, our friends don't know, only you, me, heaven, and earth know.

Unforgettable love, unforgettable feelings, but these feelings and love are not from my husband.

I don't have the courage to write our story down at home. I can only put it online in my mailbox

, in a place only I can find, so I can see it anytime and relive our past.

I don't want my lover to see what I'm thinking; I'm afraid he'll laugh at me.

First,

facing my husband's unchanging, familiar face, I know

what he's thinking and what he's going to do from the slightest change in expression. Life is monotonous and uninteresting. Then there's the kind of obligatory sex life; sometimes

he wants it but I don't, sometimes I want it but he doesn't. It's rare to find times when we both want it.

Even , it doesn't mean I won't have sex. When he wants it, as his wife, I have to fulfill my wifely duties, so I have to. I

strip naked in bed, spread my legs, and wait for him to do it. But there's a condition: he has to gently touch me first, and

I can't go any further until I'm wet. Otherwise, forget it. When I want it, I undress first. Just

a casual will elicit a response. If he's tired and doesn't want to move, I'll climb on top of him… but

the initial passion and pleasure are gone; something feels missing.

If only I could still be as free as when I was a young woman, but I can't bear to leave my family and my lovely son.

I have a husband, children, and a stable job, but I still want…

I want it, but I can't cross the line into physical intimacy between men and women. If I talk to or spend a few minutes

alone , my family will be concerned if the news gets back to me. If I don't explain

it clearly, it can cause a huge uproar. Sigh, that's the constraint of family.

It seems being single is better now. I can talk to whichever man I want,

and no one will gossip if I walk down the street with him. But it's not entirely true. A man's embrace is passionate, strong, and comfortable.

Being held in someone's arms gives you a sense of security and comfort. You feel bathed in the intoxicating feeling of being loved. Women can

easily have this, but you can't just enjoy it casually. I want many people to love me—to hug Zhang San today,

to cuddle Li Si tomorrow—I'll be happy, but I'll also get insults: "Despicable!

Like a prostitute!!" So I don't dare to boldly enjoy love.

I'm not pretty; I have an unremarkable, average face. No one remembers me when I go somewhere,

not even people I've worked or studied with; they forget my name after just two or three years.

I truly hate those beautiful women who attract attention everywhere they go. They attract wolfish

stares , making men's eyes green with lust. I know what's behind those stares—they're eyeing her curves, imagining

what her naked body looks like, whether her breasts sag, whether her nipples are erect, whether she has pubic hair,

how much, whether it's attractive, and whether her vulva is beautiful. It's clear that beautiful women attract many gazes, yet

she's still smug, when in reality she's being the object of everyone's lustful fantasies.

I also hate those men who only care about beautiful women. Beautiful women get love easily,

readily available like roadside weeds. Their eyes are naturally high and mighty. They might fancy you today, but tomorrow they'll

fancy someone else. Even if they don't fancy someone else, someone else will try to seduce them (with food, clothes, toys,

money, etc., catering to their desires). There are no fish that won't take the bait, and no one who isn't tempted. She

's born to be enjoyed by many. I also laugh at those men who have pig brains. Just wait and see: you go

to great lengths to find a beautiful woman as your wife, and within three years she'll have cheated on you three times without you even realizing it.

Even if you're incredibly wealthy and have a stunning beauty locked up at home, she'll still have affairs with servants

or the postman. It's better to find an ugly woman as your wife; she'll still love you and the

family wholeheartedly.

Even if you make a mistake, she'll forgive you. A smart man will marry an ugly woman and then secretly seek pleasure with beautiful women

behind her back.

I'm neither beautiful nor ugly, I'm quite ordinary. I also need love, I need someone to warm my heart and my

body. Initially, I really wanted to play around before settling down, but what if I gained a bad reputation? Then it

would be very difficult to get married. I don't have a moving story, nor have I made any waves. Like

many ordinary people, I've settled down in a very ordinary life. My husband loves me very much, and it feels so good to be loved. I

love the feeling of weakness when he holds me. I'm so soft, but he's so strong and

hard ...

Men and women are such strange creatures. Men are masculine and strong in every way, and with training, they

can make their muscles bulge and hard, but... hehe... their thing down there... even

without training, it can become incredibly hard as soon as a woman's little sister calls. On the contrary, a woman's flesh, from the side

, is soft, but where is the softest, most tender flesh? "A natural fairy cave, infinite beauty lies in

the peaks of the buttocks." This saying is very insightful. The beauty of a woman's curves lies in

the beautiful curves formed by her breasts and buttocks. To achieve blissful pleasure, one must visit that fairy cave, where the most beautiful and tender flesh

of a woman .

Men cannot live without women, and women cannot live without men. If one has to complain, one can only complain that God created men and

women so inseparable: both men and women lie there, the most prominent feature being their genitals

. One is a high protrusion, swaying aimlessly, while the other is a deep, sunken nest,

empty and desolate, like the characters for "convex" and "concave" quietly placed there. If one of these characters were turned over and the two were

superimposed, the protruding part would fall perfectly into the sunken part, and they would be tightly fastened

, without a single gap. People are the same. If one of them rolls over and overlaps with the other, they can work together

seamlessly. The bird has a nest to live in, the nest is secure, and finally, a bird comes. Everyone is happy and has their place.

After being satisfied, they separate again. Every now and then, the bird will return to the nest, but it often flies outside.

If it weren't for the fear of being bitten by other birds, it would also like to stay in another nest for a while. But the nest is different. If it doesn't see

the bird for a few days, it misses it more, fearing that the bird will never come back. This is the tragedy of us women.

I am an ordinary nest, but I feed my bird very well. It doesn't fly around randomly. It loves my

nest. Except for going to work, it comes back to the nest. I also go to work and see many birds flying around me, but I am

a nest with a closed door for the birds outside. They can't fly in. It's not that I don't want one or two birds

to fly in and rest. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if someone finds out about this, the worldly eyes and scorn of the masses will drown me

.

Second,

it wasn't until I was in my late thirties that I met the best candidate: he was ten years older than me, very traditional, had a

good , excelled at his job, and was a colleague. Not only colleagues, but even my family and his family considered

our relationship a normal working one. In our leisure time, I often went to his house to play mahjong, and he often came to my house to play cards. His

concern and support for my work made me develop feelings for him. We got along like good friends,

but nothing crossed the line. If we were to have sex, it certainly wouldn't attract attention, and he would never admit it

.

As time went on, we became more casual in our conversations. I often teased him: "You're such a work robot,

all you do is work, work, work! Even though you were in the military, you have no flexibility whatsoever, and you're quite

a coward ." Once, when distributing team bonuses, he still used the old method of distributing them equally, not wanting to offend anyone in the team

. There were only the two of us in the office at the time. As I was getting some documents, I muttered to myself, "There are good and bad jobs,

so the bonuses should be different too. How are we going to get things done in the future? People who do a lot of work don't want to do it anymore."

"Sigh, you don't know, being a boss isn't easy either!"

I was casually flipping through some unimportant documents. I wasn't facing him when I

spoke I could feel him passing by. So, I pretended to have finished looking for the documents and turned around, bumping into him

. The documents scattered all over the floor, and he immediately jumped down to help me pick them up.

"Never mind, never mind, you go ahead and do your work. I'll pick them up myself. Someone as timid as you can't do anything."

Wearing a short skirt, I didn't jump down in front of the man. Instead, I slightly parted my legs and jumped down

to pick up the lost documents. I knew he saw my white panties, and he saw

half of my pubic area showing because I had pulled them down crookedly. I saw his face turn red out of the corner of my eye, and my heart was pounding

. He stopped picking up 　　the lost documents and

stood up. "You always say I'm timid... but when I do something bold... don't say anything to me

..." I kept my head down, still picking up the documents. "Why would I say anything to you when you do something? Do you dare?" 　　"You think... I wouldn't dare?... Then... then... I'll prove it to you." As soon as I finished speaking, I was pulled up by a pair of strong hands and embraced in his arms. I didn't expect him to react so quickly. My face was hot, and I must have been red. I received two passionate and fervent kisses on my face... I hesitated, I hesitated, I savored that different kiss, after all, it was another man. Before I could recover , he released me and breathlessly whispered in my ear, "Am I... am I a coward...?" 　　I knew what he was feeling at that moment. He must have been uneasy about what he had just done. If I said anything reproachful, he would admit his mistake and apologize, but I couldn't praise him either, or wouldn't that make me seem pathetic? I only said, "It wouldn't be good if someone saw us..." 　　"Ah, yes, let me see if anyone comes..." He came back to my side, "If no one comes, I'll hug you again." He pulled me into his arms. 　　I lowered my head against his chest and said, "You're really bold. Aren't you afraid I'll report you? If I tell anyone , your life will be over. My husband will come after you and end it all..." 　　"If I listen to you, you won't say anything. I'll definitely listen to you from now on and do things your way. The bonus is the same; it's been redistributed. Give me more ideas in the future, and I'll make you happy, okay ..."

I shifted slightly in his arms, "You... what can I say..."

Seeing that I didn't resist, he moved the hand that was around my waist down to pinch my buttocks, and started

kissing me again. The kiss was passionate and tender, almost intoxicating...

"Ah! No..." His hand slipped under my skirt from behind and pressed against my fleshy buttocks.

"Darling, it feels so good to hold you, just let me touch you... please..." His hand pressed hard

towards my mons pubis.

My heart was pounding, and I was already wet. If he touched my wet spot,

he would definitely laugh at me for being so slutty. "No!... someone will come..." I twisted my buttocks forcefully, but he

still touched that forbidden area that I only allowed my husband to touch. "Okay...you've touched it..."

"Alright, I'll take my hand out." He patted my bottom lightly twice more: "Go sit down and rest for a while

."

It was uncomfortable, wet and sticky down there. I wanted to go home and change, so I looked at him tenderly and said, "I want to

go home early today, is that okay?"

"Sure, you can do whatever you want." I hurriedly left him...

The next morning before work, I scolded the child for not eating breakfast properly. Even when I went to work, I

still looked angry and didn't speak to anyone. Around nine o'clock, he finished arranging everyone else's work and left.

He nervously walked to my seat: "Are you angry with me?... "

"No, the child just wants this and that, it's so fussy..."

He breathed a huge sigh of relief: "I was afraid you were angry with me, so I'm relieved. Kids are kids

..."

He kept comforting me and trying to cheer me up... Finally, I smiled. Seeing me smile, he pulled me into his arms again,

my face pressed against his stomach. He stroked my face and neck, and I quietly let him caress me. Seeing that I

accepted it, he slipped his hand inside my collar to caress my breasts… I couldn't resist his caresses, and my nipples

hardened. I knew I was wet down there again… If he touched me any more, it would make me feel even worse. "Okay… stop touching me… ah

… no…"

He helped me sit up again, his hand slipping inside my underwear and touching my wet mons pubis… "Ugh!

…" I moaned, twisting my hips, whether to try to get away or… I didn't know. His fingers

easily slid into my vagina, moving inside, giving me waves of pleasure,

but it wasn't enough… "Okay… stop touching me… someone will come soon…" But I didn't have the strength to leave him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you…" He thrust in and out a few more times before taking his hand out.

"See? It's you, you've gotten my pants all dirty… Aren't you going to wipe your hands clean?" I

looked at him shyly.

"That's wonderful, my darling, you're so lovable, I love you."

"What's so special about me?... It's just the same thing... You touch your wife every day

, haven't you had enough? And now you want to touch mine..."

"It's different, different, yours is different, it feels so comfortable to touch, it's wonderful, let

me see what it looks like..."

"No... there's nothing to see... it's just a hole... I won't show you..." I tightly gripped my skirt. "Okay, okay, I won't show you today, we'll talk about it later..." He didn't force me. He just kissed me

gently . 　　From then on, whenever we were together and no one else was around, he would caress me. Sometimes , even when there were people around, he would try to touch me as long as he could hide it from their eyes. Even when we played mahjong together, his feet were always moving around, and sometimes I would reciprocate by touching him. I love his caresses; they stir my heart, making me feel like I'm back in my first love—so beautiful, so intoxicating. They often leave me lost in thought, foolishly thinking of him. Even more ridiculous, I think of him while making love with my husband. I think I've fallen in love for the second time. Something that shouldn't have happened has happened. My heart, unmoved for so many years, is now yearning for another man. My nest, closed so long, has been knocked on and disturbed by another bird… He wants to see my nest. Should I let him ? Should I open the door for him? He certainly won't just look; he definitely wants to play . Should I let him in? I hesitate. I don't know, I really don't know… 　　Since our unusual contact, during this time, he first looked at my breasts, then caressed them and sucked on them—it was simply amazing. Later, I couldn't resist his request and opened the door of the bird's nest for him to see. He kept praising how beautiful my vulva was, with its protruding mons pubis, a deep slit , and legs spread at a 90-degree angle, revealing only a little bit of the labia minora and clitoral hood, like a pearl and petal embedded there. He praised my light pubic hair the most for its beautiful shape, a small tuft that was round at the top and pointed at the bottom, just like an exclamation mark inserted at the top of the slit. He knelt in front of me and stroked it for a while before kissing it with his mouth. After kissing for a while, he bit me. "Ouch! Why did you bite me?... 　　It hurts..." 　　"Sorry, it's so beautiful, I couldn't help taking a bite. You're not much to look at, but your thing is just too beautiful... truly the best of the best." 　　I laughed and said, "Bullshit, it's all the same. According to you, I wonder how many prostitutes you've slept with to know this, otherwise how would you think it's different? What does your wife's cunt look like?" 　　"It really is different. I saw it online, and not just thousands, but probably tens of thousands of different cunts. That's why I said yours is really too good-looking. As for my wife's, let's not talk about it. She's fatter than you, and her cunt is a big lump. It's not as good-looking as yours, far inferior." 　　"I didn't realize you were such a lecher, always looking at women's genitals... hehehe... you pervert..." 　　"What's wrong with being lecherous? It brings joy and pleasure. Aren't you happy?" 　　"I..." I chuckled and scolded, "I'm not happy..." I laughed again. 　　"Stubborn as ever, fine, I won't argue with you. You women never admit defeat when it comes to words. Hey, we've been like this so long, can you let me have my way this once?" He never forces me to do anything I don't agree to. He looked at me pleadingly. 　　"No, not today..."

"Okay, okay, you always said no, no before, but now you've finally said no today, but I'm still very

happy. So, when will it be okay?" He looked at me pitifully.

I gently stroked his head and said, "We'll talk about it later. We're together, so why worry about not having time?"

"Okay, I'm always waiting for your good news." His eyes sparkled.

III.

a. In the office

Time flies so fast; more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. One day, the company held an all-staff meeting. The meeting place was

200 meters away from our office. Less than half an hour into the meeting, I walked up to him and whispered, "

Someone wants to see you about work. They're waiting for you in our office over there and want you to come right away."

"Who is it?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

He hurried towards the office, and I followed. When we got to our office on the second floor, he

turned around and asked me, "Where is they? I can't see them. Who wants to see me?"

"Can't you see? They're here!"

He looked around again, searching the corridor and behind the doors, but still couldn't find them. "Where are they..."

"What are you looking for! Aren't I a person?" I laughed at him.

"You're really joking. What's wrong?" He didn't know what I was thinking, nor did he consider other possibilities

.

"Can't I call you over if there's nothing wrong? Don't you want to be with me?"

He finally understood my intention and immediately said, "I've been thinking about it. I want to be with you. You're so smart,

calling me over at this time." He then hugged me. I nestled obediently into his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my entire body

against him. He lowered his head and kissed my cheek, and I raised my head to return his kiss. Our

tongues , our fluids flowing into each other's mouths like fine wine, making us dizzy. While kissing

him, one hand slipped inside my clothes, kneading my breasts, and the other hand slipped inside my underwear under my skirt, moving from my buttocks

to my mons pubis, which was already wet. He easily pressed his fingers into my vagina and

slid them inside, waves of pleasure spreading from my genitals to every nerve in my body. Lots of vaginal fluid flowed down his hand,

and even my buttocks were slippery in his palm. So soft, my whole body is so weak, I don't have the strength

to stand like this anymore...

"Can we finally do it here today?... " Dai's magnetic voice spoke in my ear, his hand

moved inside my vagina again, indicating that he wanted to put his penis inside me, to make love, something he had wanted

for a long time , I understood, wasn't this the day I had been waiting for after seducing him for so long? I softly responded:

"Mmm..." and lowered my head.

"Then I'll go close the door."

"No, don't close it. If you close the door, it'll be even more complicated if someone knows we're in the office."

"Then... how about the inner room?"

"Okay."

The table was piled high with things, no, too high. Anyone could see us if they peeked in. He could only leave the inner room

door half-open, put a few newspapers on the floor behind the door, help me lie down, and then lifted my skirt up to my waist .

He helped me take off one leg of my underwear. It was the first time I had been lying like this with my lower body completely exposed in front of him.

At that moment, I felt a little shy like a little girl, covering my blushing face with my hands.

He slightly parted my legs and then didn't move. I waited for a while, but there was still no movement:

"Hurry up, what if someone comes in..."

"Ah, yes, I'm admiring your beautiful place..." Only then did he hurriedly take off his pants and climb on

top of me, guiding his not-so-hard penis with his hand into my vagina. "I'm so nervous

, afraid someone will suddenly appear and find out our secret. I just have to finish this quickly..." My buttocks pressed

down , and I lifted my hips to match his rhythm, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper

into my body. He was nervous, and I was just as uneasy, like a little thief, not daring to make

a sound , and having to listen intently for footsteps or anyone coming. In less than two minutes, he

ejaculated inside me.

The aftertaste is indescribable. Although it wasn't perfect that time, I satisfied him. I was so

excited , wanting to do it, yet also afraid. The thrill of an affair is incomparable...

more exciting than a secret rendezvous with a lover before marriage...

more thrilling, more intense...

My closed birdhouse door was officially open to him...

After the wonderful first time, there was a second, and a third. He loves looking at my pussy the most, saying it

's incredibly beautiful. Next, he loves touching that area. I can't resist his touch. My husband

takes at least ten minutes to get wet when he touches me there, but with him… I get wet instantly, and a lot of it. He also

loves to touch my breasts and suck on them. He also wants to suck on my genitals, even putting his tongue inside my vagina and swirling it around.

His mouth alone can bring me to orgasm.

Our encounters are incredibly difficult; we have to wait until no one is around in the office

and absolutely no one will know. We can't go to a hotel room—they need ID, which would leave a trace.

Where can we find a safe place?

b. In the movie theater,

I had no interest in watching what was on. There were other people around, and he was holding me close. I quietly

enjoyed his tender caresses. His hand, resting on my waist, slipped inside my tight-fitting pants, covering my buttocks

. Another finger lightly stroked my anus, tickling me. I knew where he wanted to touch. I shifted my body

slightly, lifting my buttocks, and his hand moved lower, touching my genitals. I was already very wet. He

easily slipped inside, probing. If it weren't for the movie theater, I would have actually ridden him to relieve my

burning desire. But here, I could only pretend to sleep, resting my head on his lap, making it easier for his hand

to move. In the dim light, no one could see that my hand was right under his crotch. "You touch my pussy, I

'll touch your cock," he said. Wow! It was so hard! I kept squeezing and squeezing it until he couldn't take it anymore. He took off his coat

and covered my head with it, then quickly unzipped it, letting his hard member out so I could squeeze it. He even drooled.

Some sticky liquid came out, wetting my hands, but it was more fun to squeeze because it was slippery. He also intensified

his digging and thrusting movements inside my vagina. His penis was rubbing against my face. It was the first time

I'd ever done this to my lover, something I'd never agreed to before. The faint smell of urine was unpleasant but not

disgusting . I gently touched it with my lips and then moved away. I felt his penis throbbing; he was about to ejaculate, so he covered it with

his hand, and a lot of semen leaked out, covering my hand. He handed me a towel, and

after wiping, I tried to sit up, but he pressed me down, indicating I should stay still, and whispered in my ear,

"I want you to touch it again; it'll be hard again soon."

A man's penis is so unpredictable; just a moment ago it was so strong, hard, and fierce, but now it's

like a shy little brother, drooping its head, soft and small. I rubbed and pinched it,

then tried sticking out my tongue to lick it. I felt him shudder. The taste wasn't great, but the sensation of that first touch was

novel . I tried again, and he shuddered again, pressing my head down, wanting more…

Was I trying to test it? Was I trying to please him? Was it a sincere offering? I can't say for sure why, but I

took his soft penis into my mouth. With just one suck, that soft piece of flesh seemed to lengthen and burrow into my mouth.

I quickly let go, and it shrank back. Hehe, it felt a bit like eating jelly. I sucked a couple more times; it was quite

fun. The sensation from his caressing hands was incredibly comfortable and stimulating. I

was spitting out his penis again, but it was different. It didn't feel the same as before, and it wasn't fun anymore. It was hard, and I was about to look up and

leave, but he was so strong, pressing my head down so I couldn't move at all. Instead, he thrust his lower body forward, his glans

almost touching my throat, making me nauseous and vomit. His penis throbbed in my mouth, and his semen shot into my throat. I was so

angry that I viciously grabbed the flesh on his thigh (I later found out I had scratched his leg until it bled)

. He didn't let go of my hand until he finished ejaculating, and then he made me tilt my head back, leaving my mouth full of his semen. I was furious and didn't want to talk to him

anymore , so I hurriedly ran out of the movie theater.

In the days that followed, he apologized to me every day, saying "I was wrong,

it's all my fault. I couldn't help myself and made you unhappy. It will never happen again, please

forgive me. Actually, once you think about it, it's nothing. I've eaten with you before, and you only did it once..."

"You wanted to eat it yourself, I didn't ask you to. I've already done so much for you, and I

'm trying my best, but you... you force me to do this!... It makes me so sad..." I burst

into tears in front of him.

He pulled me into his arms: "Okay, okay, don't be like this. It makes me sad too. How

about this , to make up for my mistake, I'll eat your... again..."

"Dream on! No way! Go home and eat your wife's!"

"I've never eaten hers, I won't."

"Go find another woman to eat, and tell me when you come back." "

Even if I eat her outside, you won't believe me. You'll definitely say I made it up."

"You said you wanted to eat her to be punished, but this won't work, that won't work. Go away, don't talk to me."

"How can I not talk to you? I will talk to you, but you don't believe what I say. How about this, you have two

older sisters and a younger sister. You can tell them that I can eat any of them. You'll believe your sisters afterward

, okay?"

"You're talking nonsense, hehehe, you're too greedy. You've already had a relationship with me and you're still not satisfied. You want to mess with my

sisters too. Do you want to eat their pee? Hehehehe..."

"Yes, I'll eat it. If you dare to say it, I dare to eat it." He looked very serious.

"Okay! You said it yourself, I'll get you a bottle after I collect my pee tomorrow."

"Just so you know, it can't be cold." "

Then I'll just heat it up for you, right?" "

No, it has to be the kind that's fallen straight out of the bottle, straight to my mouth, so I can eat it right away, that way the taste

won't change."

"Hehehe... I don't dare say it, you go say it yourself... let's see if you have the ability..."

"That's right, finally some laughter! Don't ignore me like you did the other day, okay?"

After a few days of cold war, we made up again.

c. At the dance hall

Sunday afternoon, my family was watching TV when the phone rang. I answered it; it was him. He was so bold!

He even called my home, saying he was waiting for me at a certain dance hall and wanted me to wear a dress to meet him. I

couldn't decide whether to go or not.

My husband asked, "Who called?"

I hesitated for a moment, "It was one of my colleagues at the office. She said the dress I'm selling is really pretty and asked

me to wear it over so she can see it. She wants to sell it too."

"Are you going?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"If you want to go, then go."

"I..."

"Go, go, so they don't have to wait for you."

"But... it's Sunday, I can't make it up to you..."

"Why are you being so polite today? You two are a couple, why are you talking about making it up? Go ahead."

"Okay then..."

He was wearing a trench coat at the entrance of the dance hall and waved to me. I looked around at the unfamiliar

faces and walked towards him. The music inside was deafening, and the lighting was dim. I had to shout to get his

attention: "I can't dance."

"Neither can I."

"Then why did you call me here?"

"Actually, I can't dance either, and I can't even watch. Look, the lighting here is bad, and you can't see people clearly. They're

all embracing and turning around. We can embrace each other while watching. You can't just embrace anywhere else,

but here, it's normal for men and women to embrace. It's abnormal if they don't. It's a really nice

place."

"How did you even think of finding a place like this to meet?" He pulled me to the edge of a corner,

wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me close to his chest. His crossed arms, obscuring my view, pressed

against my chest, and he kept kneading my breasts to the rhythm of the music. I kept searching for those faces.

"Don't run into anyone you know." Soon after, he got hard, pressing against my butt. I turned

to look at him: "Thinking nonsense again?"

"Yes, holding your loved one in your arms, so close, how can you not think? What about you? Do you want to think?"

I smiled coquettishly: "No..." I looked forward again.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Then I'll check and see."

"Here? No, it'll be bad if someone sees..."

"The lights are so dim, and we're just dancing by ourselves, no one will come to watch us." Saying this, he lowered

one hand and reached for my butt. He fiddled around for a while, then touched the flesh of my butt. How did he get inside

? I reached back and checked. He had lifted the back of my skirt a little, and his hand had slipped inside my underwear

. I slapped his thigh, but he wouldn't listen, continuing to grope my mons pubis from my buttocks.

His mouth was close to my ear: "It's okay, just don't move..." His hand reached down from my buttocks

towards my crotch, touching my sensitive and wet private parts. He fiddled with them for a while,

making me panic. Just then, his hand loosened, but a moment later it was back. Ah! I

felt penis pressed against my flesh. With so many people around, in this place, he dared to put his penis against my

buttocks. I tried to move away, but he tightened his grip on my buttocks, preventing me from moving. He even

spread my buttocks apart . My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I nervously looked around to see if

anyone was watching me. Luckily, no one was looking in our direction. I stopped moving and let him stay there. An

unprecedented mix of tension, panic, excitement, stimulation, and pleasure washed over me. My vaginal fluid kept gushing out,

mixing with his and flowing down my body. His penis slid between my buttocks, trying to insert itself into me several times

without success. I lifted my buttocks up, and it immediately filled me up completely, but as soon as I

straightened it slipped out again.

"Honey, just let me put it inside, I'm so nervous..."

"The way I'm leaning against you with my belly sticking out and my butt sticking up like this looks awful, it'll attract attention

, no way."

"Then...then...just pretend you're polishing shoes and bend over, just for a little while, okay?

"

I hesitated for two minutes, took a tissue, and slowly bent down to polish the shoes. He easily shoved

his penis inside me. The full, hot, and hard feeling immediately made my vagina feel comfortable

and . He didn't dare to make any thrusting movements, just stayed close, but without friction

, there was no pleasure. He just swayed slightly from side to side, and his penis moved inside my vagina. Combined with my bending over

polishing the shoes , waves of pleasure washed over me. Ah, the flesh inside me was also writhing, I came... I didn't have the strength

to bend over anymore, I felt like I was going to fall. He held me firmly, pressing my buttocks tightly against him, his penis

throbbing inside my vagina, and he ejaculated too...

d. At my house

One Wednesday afternoon, my husband was off work, and the kids had to go to school, so I invited him and two female colleagues from the office to

my house to play mahjong. My husband really enjoys us playing together. I asked him if he could wear his pajamas, and he said

yes , since I wasn't going out, and the pajamas weren't short or see-through, so they were practically a dress. I said okay,

I'll wear those this afternoon.

I told him that the other party was coming to play at 2 pm, and he should come first. He listened to me and

arrived first, a little after 1:10 pm.

"Brother, hello! It's been a long time since you've come to visit. Let's play mahjong this afternoon, have a good time, and

then we'll have a couple of drinks together tonight," my husband greeted him, his words quite sweet.

"Are you off today too? Then let's play mahjong together. I can't drink too much, I can't hold my liquor."

"Okay, let's play together. Here, have a cigarette first, please sit down." He handed him a cigarette.

After he sat down at the coffee table, I took a small orange and sat opposite him. "Honey,

would you like to make a cup of tea for the guest?"

"Sure, I'll go right away." My husband went into the kitchen, out of our sight, to make tea. In

my lover 's eyes, I saw his gaze drift towards my lower body, and he gestured with his mouth. I knew

what he was thinking; he wanted to see my shy little sister hiding in my panties. I smiled and gave

him a flirtatious look, then slipped my hand under my skirt and pulled my panties to the side to reveal my vulva. I then spread my legs to let him see

what he liked to see most. A happy and satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face. I knew he had seen

it. As soon as I heard my husband's footsteps, I quickly returned to my original posture, sitting there like a lady.

After my husband made the tea, he sat down at the coffee table and started chatting. I turned to him and said, "Honey, two of our

colleagues will be arriving soon. Should we buy some melon seeds and fruit to treat them?"

My husband said, "Sure, that's only right. Let's also buy a pack of better cigarettes."

I said, "Should I go buy them?"

My husband said, "Don't go. Let's make it up to the guests first. I'll go; it'll be faster, and I'll be back in a little while

." He got up to leave.

"You've come all this way and you're spending so much money? How can we accept that? Well then, it's on me.

I'll take some money to buy them." He reached for his wallet.

"How can I let you pay? Don't do that, don't do that. Sit down for a bit, I'll be right back." My husband said and

left , closing the door behind him—a habit of mine when we come in and out.

I live on the fifth floor. As soon as my husband left, I went to the window, leaning on the windowsill with only my eyes showing,

to see if he had come downstairs. Finally, I saw him walk towards the street without looking back. Without turning around, I waved behind my

back . My lover, who had captured my heart, quickly came up behind me and placed his genitals in my

hand. I squeezed his still limp penis and said, "My husband probably won't be back for at least ten minutes."

He immediately understood that I had given him this opportunity, and quickly lifted my nightgown to my waist,

pulling my bare skin. My buttocks were bare and cool. I couldn't

turn around because I had to keep an eye on my husband downstairs. So I stood there with my bare buttocks raised, waiting for his caresses. "Ah, so good... so itchy..." I

felt it. After stroking me a few times with his hand, he started licking my mons pubis. I immediately became wet.

After brushing the head against my clitoris a few times, it went inside my vagina. Although it wasn't as hard as a penis and couldn't reach deep inside,

the strange pleasure still made me tremble. "Stop licking, it's so itchy... Hurry up... Hurry up

..."

"Okay," I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and then a hot, burning penis was inserted into my

vagina. My hand was also constantly rubbing my clitoris, and waves of pleasure kept washing over my whole body...

The intense thrusting made my head move back and forth by the window like a turtle's head, and I

sat back in time with the rhythm, letting each thrust hit deeper and deeper: "Ah... um... um... I'm coming

..." I panted.

"I'm coming too..." He increased the speed of his thrusts, giving me a dozen or so heavy thrusts before suddenly

pulling me tightly into his arms. His lower body pressed against me so tightly and powerfully, as if he wanted to push his entire penis into my stomach, into

my heart. His penis throbbed inside my vagina, and streams of hot semen shot straight to my clitoris

...

After he finished, I told him to quickly go to the bathroom to clean himself up, and then I went to clean up

the fluids that had flowed down my thighs. After we were done, I hurried to the window, and only then did I see my husband walking back into view, having already

bought the things he had bought. Making love to my lover under my husband's nose was indeed too exciting and thrilling;

my heart was still pounding, and my face was still flushed with excitement.

When my husband opened the door and came in, I saw him engrossed in sipping tea. I was sitting sideways reading the newspaper. "Why didn't you

offer your brother a cigarette? Here, brother, have a smoke. She's

just not good at entertaining guests, please don't mind." "Thank you, you're all so kind. It's better to be casual... otherwise we'll

feel embarrassed to come again."

"Alright, alright, then be casual. You're welcome to come often. We're very hospitable. My wife was so happy when we

told her you were coming; she's never been this excited before."

I glared at my husband. "Look at what you're saying! Am I like that? Drink your tea..."

"Okay, let's not talk about that, drink your tea..." My husband is used to me managing things, so he just goes along with what I say.

Playing mahjong is just a pretense; my real purpose is to have him by my side. Even if he doesn't

hold me or caress me, as long as he's there, I feel like it's a bright, sunny day, so carefree and happy

…

When we're not together, we still greet each other on the phone, asking if we've made love with our families

, how it went, and how. To this day, we haven't disrupted each other's family lives.

My husband loves me, and more importantly, I have him—he truly loves me. I'm immersed in the love of two men, and I

feel like a lucky woman. I also care about them, the unforgettable love… the unforgettable feelings…

the person I can't forget… But I still really, really want to make love with him in bed, even if it's just one chance from

heaven …

Only now do I truly understand the meaning of 'lust knows no bounds.'

I saw some articles written online about myself, but I don't know the people online, and it's not

a big deal , so I'm posting them here. I don't want anyone to disturb my peaceful life. I'm making my email address public so that

I can connect with people who share my feelings. Please don't ask where I am or ask for my phone number. I will avoid anything that could threaten my family's

safety . Please, those boring people who talk about how big their dicks are and how long they can fuck, don't

bother me. I don't like that kind of thing...

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