A Thirty-Year-Old Woman's Confession

As I entered my early thirties, I felt like I was entering the prime of my life, with my sexual desires growing

stronger every night. The more I tried, the more I craved it. Fortunately, my husband is a master; he can satisfy my needs whenever I want,

giving me two or three orgasms each time. Sometimes, even when I'm exhausted from work, I can't sleep without having sex. My husband says he's my

sleep aid. Growing up in a strict and traditional family environment, I developed a conservative and meticulous personality

. I was always amazed and envious when colleagues and classmates talked about interesting things between men and women. Before marriage, I had only had my husband; I

had never had a boyfriend. I know he's had several relationships before. Sometimes,

after we've finished our first round, I ask him to recount his romantic escapades in great detail, describing how he did it and how each

woman felt. I get really excited listening to him, even though I feel a pang of jealousy. Hearing these stories makes me feel a surge

of heat within me, and my blood boils, making sex incredibly exciting. Sometimes I say, "You have so

many women to sleep with, and I only have you. You're really missing out. You should find a few more to experience, to see what other men are like

."

He says, "Sure." When I ask him if he's jealous, he says he wants to hear the same stories from me, and he supports me! I'm

itching to try it. Before marriage, I've never been with another man. I'm not a very open-minded

person, and I'm traditional and conservative. I don't have many close male friends. Sometimes I really want to experience

the thrill of being with another man, but I don't know where to start or how to begin. I just fantasize about how I could have a passionate affair with a complete

stranger .

That's how people are. Once you have a thought, you'll start paying attention and trying. I had a

colleague at work I got along with; he was a good person and good-looking. Gradually, I started getting closer to him, and we talked more.

Although I wasn't good at flirting, I could see a

different kind of look in his eyes during our more intimate conversations. At first, he would intentionally or unintentionally harass me, and I pretended not to notice, hoping he would be

bolder. After a while, his actions became more and more outrageous. Every time he made a small move, I felt a surge of

inexplicable excitement and joy. When we were alone, I really hoped he would do something even more outrageous,

but he never did anything I imagined. One summer afternoon, the power went out at work, so

everyone had to leave. He said he wanted to come over, and I said, "Okay, I'll sit here for a while." It was so hot that

I went into the bedroom to change. Just as I took off my long outer garment, he came in. I was only wearing a small pair of

underwear , and he hugged me tightly. For a moment, my mind went blank. I was shocked, scared, and excited all at once.

My body went limp, and all I could say was "no, no." I was too weak to push him away, and I didn't want to. I let his hands caress my body. I

didn't even realize when my underwear was pulled down

.

I was just vaguely naked in a state of intense excitement, letting him do whatever he

wanted to me. I was just in a daze of excitement, my whole body burning. I had no idea what he was doing to me until he penetrated me and I screamed, which brought me back to my senses. I tried to stop him from doing that, but with his

sudden thrusts, a shockwave from below made me scream repeatedly, and warm currents

surged up from deep within my abdomen...! And so, under his relentless onslaught, I couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. I don't know

how much time passed before I finally caught my breath when he stopped. With a long sigh, my body slowly

regained sensation , and I realized that a large puddle of vaginal fluid had flowed down there, soaking my entire buttocks and the sheets. I had never experienced anything like this before. Suddenly, he

sucked on my vulva, and a different kind of sensation spread throughout my body. I kept moaning, and vaginal fluid

kept out. Later, I heard that he sucked all that fluid, and that his wife had never moaned like that or produced so much fluid

... Half an hour passed quickly. He didn't dare to ejaculate inside, so he ejaculated outside on my body, a lot of it. I

lay there, smearing it all over my body with my hands. After he left, I lay there, feeling lightheaded, unable to get out of bed, still savoring the experience,

my fingers still smearing the semen. I didn't get up until my husband was about to come home to take a shower. This was my first extramarital affair,

and the first time I tasted the pleasure of cheating. For several days, I was immersed in this intense passion.

The next day, when I saw him at work, my face turned bright red, my heart pounded like a deer's, and I dared not meet

his gaze. Whenever he approached me, a surge of heat coursed through me, and my body trembled and went weak.

I tried my best to avoid him, but my mind kept replaying yesterday's events, making it impossible to concentrate on my work. This state of mind

lasted for two or three days. After a few days, I finally calmed down, but one noon, wanting to

catch up on the work I had missed, I didn't go home and worked alone in the office. After eating a quick bite and sitting down

to work , he pushed the door open. Before I could react, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately, his hands

stroking my body. I tried to push him away, saying, "Don't do this, it'll be bad if someone sees." He said, "There's no one else in

the company except the security guard downstairs." I still tried to push him away, but when his hand reached

in and squeezed my breasts, my defenses completely crumbled. My body went limp, and a surge of intense desire

rose , my mind went blank. When his… As his hand caressed my vulva, I couldn't stop moaning. My juices flowed like

a tidal wave , and my body throbbed with restless pleasure. I couldn't wait any longer and stripped naked.

He knelt down and began licking my overflowing cunt, the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He stood up and

made me lie face down on the desk, then penetrated me from behind. My frenzied moans echoed his stormy

thrusts, a sudden surge of ecstasy sending me soaring into a blissful state… After a while, I told him to stop

and leave so I wouldn't be able to finish my work that afternoon. After he left, I lay on the desk, slowly

catching my breath, only to realize the curtains weren't drawn. Oh God! I wondered if the people in the opposite building would see. I quickly

put my clothes on, then sat in a chair, closed my eyes, and relived the blissful experience. A little over a month later, he

was transferred elsewhere, and I changed jobs, thinking the matter was over. One early autumn evening, he suddenly

visited , saying he had been out of town conducting research and would come to see me as soon as he returned. That night, I

spent the night in a strange agitation. Seeing him, I felt a surge of heat, and I tried to avoid eye contact.

I had no idea what he and my husband were talking about. As a result, the next morning, without any foreplay from my husband, I immediately wanted to

penetrate him, and I climaxed instantly. In the morning, my husband said I had been very wanton all night and asked if something had happened.

I just kept saying no, maybe it was because my period was coming. He said he hoped it would always be like this, and I vaguely laughed and said, "..."

"Really?" "Of course!" I said, "It has to be exciting." "Then go find some!" "Aren't you...

angry?" "No!"

Actually, for the next year, I never truly told him. I only jokingly asked if he had

some kind of romantic encounter that made him so easily excited. I just vaguely nodded. During this time, we had sex an average of

two or three times a month. We never went out. At first, I was worried he wouldn't be able to explain himself at home. He said that once a week at home

was enough for her. Strangely enough, every time I had sex with him, I was even more excited at night. He was very vigorous, while

my husband was very rhythmic. Two different styles, two different kinds of enjoyment.

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