I love my husband deeply, but I still cheated on him.

I deeply love my husband, but I still cheated on him.

I'm 30 years old and work at a bank. I'm 1.67 meters tall and quite thin. My husband

often teases me during sex , saying it's like bones fighting, and I only weigh 47 kilograms. My husband

, Weili, is four years older than me. He works in management at a company office. For the past five years since we got married,

we've been very loving and have a three-year-old son.

Married life has been ordinary, but as I gradually got used to it, I lived

a simple life like everyone else. This summer, a chance encounter changed my family life.

One evening, my child went to his grandmother's house, I was knitting, and my husband was online. Having nothing to do,

I went to the study, intending to chat with my husband while knitting. When I opened the bedroom door, I was shocked to see that my husband

had turned off the computer screen. I assumed he was chatting with a girl online, and in a fit of anger, I rushed over and insisted on

turning the screen back on to see what he was doing.

Forced by my anger, he had no choice but to reluctantly turn the screen back on. Sitting down at the computer, I

discovered that he had been reading nothing but erotic articles about infidelity and their experiences, along with several

explicit photos. I angrily questioned him about why he was looking at such

trivial things. He simply said, "Just looking around." Then he added, "If you look closely,

it's actually quite interesting."

Although I continued to scold him for looking at such things, my eyes were

unconsciously drawn to the article he was reading. It seemed to be about a married woman discussing her

feelings about having an affair. Some of the psychological activities and details were described very meticulously. As I read, I felt a warm sensation in my

lower body . At that moment, my husband, standing behind me, gently grasped my breast and softly

squeezed it. A moment later, my whole body felt hot, but my eyes remained glued to

the words . My husband pulled me up, sat behind me, and pulled down his already meager panties. "Mmm—

" Before I could react, my husband had already inserted his penis into me and was gently thrusting.

Because I had been reading about erotic content and her feelings, my body reacted quite quickly, and

I reached orgasm soon after.

At this moment, my husband picked me up, moved me to the sofa, spread my legs, and inserted his penis again, lying

on top of me and saying, "You seem to have come very quickly today."

I hit him lightly, "It's not because of your erotic articles."

My husband gently asked me, "Was it exciting?"

I nodded shyly.

To be honest, since having children, I hadn't experienced such full-body excitement and

orgasm . After having children, women often have to deal with their husbands in this area, and the feeling is not as good as before.

But today, the feeling my husband gave me was like being suddenly transported to "heaven." While

my husband was penetrating me, my mind was filled with the descriptions of sexual desire and

the content of the pornographic photos I had just read. The men in the photos had penises that looked much bigger and longer than my husband's. Unconsciously, I hugged him

tighter , spreading my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his erection, allowing it to penetrate

deeper.

With each thrust, I felt as if I were entering paradise. With another thrust,

he collapsed onto me, motionless

.

Then, I felt a warm current flowing into me, and my whole body seemed to relax. We lay on the sofa for a while before going to the bathroom. That

night, lying in bed, I told my husband that I hadn't felt this way in a long time. He teased me,

saying, "I didn't expect you to get aroused after reading these articles."

Embarrassed by his words, I hid in his arms and refused to come out.

The next day at work, Zhang Li, the deputy bank manager in charge of our department, saw my glazed eyes and asked with concern

, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

I just smiled at him and continued working.

Zhang Li has always been very caring towards me. In his forties, he's like an older brother to me—1.78

meters tall and very dashing in his attire. But today, for some reason, when I looked at him, I

unconsciously stared at his crotch several times, something I'd never thought of before.

At work, I was constantly embarrassed by my gaze. I kept asking myself, "

What's wrong with me today?"

Throughout the day, though I was supposed to be working, only I knew that

images . I felt hot all day.

When I got home that evening, my husband said he was entertaining guests. I hurriedly ate dinner and, almost unconsciously, turned on the computer and

went to the history section, finding the website I'd visited the night before. And then, I masturbated for the first time in my life.

When I woke up in the morning, I found my husband still asleep beside me.

The next day at work, early in the morning, Zhang Li informed me that the bank had approved in principle the 15 million yuan loan for Zhengda Software

, and that we would have a routine meeting with the software company at 3 pm that afternoon. He asked me to prepare the documents

and attend. Since I'm responsible for analyzing corporate loan projects, my written opinion is usually

required . Therefore, lending institutions generally treat me with great respect.

I've become quite familiar with the finance manager and the head of finance at Zhengda Software Company through multiple interactions. So, I called my husband

to say I wouldn't be home for dinner tonight. I hadn't expected him to be so busy these days; he said he might go to Shenzhen

today and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I'm used to his business trips anyway, so I just

told him on the phone to drink less and be careful, and then hung up.

At 3 PM, Vice President Zhang Li took me to the White Swan Hotel for a routine meeting. Because of a few unclear

issues, we discussed it until almost 7 PM.

After the meeting, the software company, as usual, very warmly treated us to dinner; four of them accompanied us.

I don't usually drink much, but that evening at the dinner table, I seemed a little distracted.

After a few drinks, my mind started wandering back to those chaotic thoughts and ideas.

After dinner, I didn't know what time it was. At their invitation, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to relax

a bit. I usually refuse, but I thought my husband might not be home today, so

it wouldn't matter .

So, I nodded groggily.

We went to the hotel's karaoke room, and everyone started drinking again. Then, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to dance.

Maybe because of the alcohol, I didn't hesitate and followed Zhang Li's hand to the dance floor. The dance hall was so dark; I

couldn't see anything clearly. It was only because Zhang Li was holding my hand that I didn't bump into anyone. While Zhang Li was holding my hand, he would often

intentionally or unintentionally tug at my body, so we often bumped into each other in the dark.

After I gradually adjusted to the darkness, I realized that many people were dancing together, embracing each other. Because it was a slow

dance , everyone on the dance floor seemed very close. Zhang Li only occasionally tugged at me to prevent me from bumping into

others. But I hadn't danced in a long time, and I often couldn't keep my steps. I gently told Zhang Li, "This isn't

suitable for me to dance anymore, let's go back."

"It's okay, it's rare for you to be in such a relaxed mood, and besides, your husband isn't home, have some fun,

"

Zhang Li said. As he finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist pull me closer to him. Still slightly

drunk, I thought, "Yeah, it's just dancing, what's wrong with that?" So, I

casually put my other hand on his shoulder as well. At this moment, both of Zhang Li's hands naturally rested on my waist, and

the distance between us suddenly became much closer. I could smell his scent. I closed my eyes and

thought it smelled quite nice, and I felt a warm sensation on my body.

Slowly, with the upbeat music, I seemed to feel Zhang Li's hands gradually begin to

gently . This feeling was so comfortable and heartwarming. My husband hadn't done this to me in so many years.

Perhaps influenced by my emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.

"You smell so good,"

Zhang Li murmured softly in my ear.

"You too."

At that moment, I felt Zhang Li's hand gently supporting the upper part of my buttocks and pushing inwards forcefully

. Because I was wearing a thin skirt, I could clearly feel his erection pressing

against my body.

"No! Don't do this!"

I said weakly.

"After today, everything will be as usual. I don't mean any harm—"

Actually, I didn't want to push him away, but out of a woman's unique shyness. With his

movements , my whole body was pressed against his. Zhang Li's hand on my back moved more and more widely

. In no time, his entire back had been caressed, and he didn't even spare my buttocks.

When his hand was on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually

slipped one hand into the crevice of my buttocks, rubbing it back and forth.

"No, don't do this, someone will see."

He ignored me, continued his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully.

At that moment, I felt numb, as if I were trying to push him away, but I only made a token gesture.

I let his tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I involuntarily responded, sucking on his

tongue. It was much softer than my husband's.

I felt myself getting wet down there, and my whole body was in a state of indescribable excitement.

Gradually, I could feel his hand touching my breast. Because I was wearing a shirt issued by

the bank , and the top few buttons were not fastened, he easily reached in and

pinched my nipple, playing with it.

Under his ministrations, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away with great force, saying that I felt stuffy and wanted to

go out some fresh air. He very considerately agreed to my request, and we went back to the KTV room together.

After we got to the room, I was confused and afraid they would notice something, so I sat down, feeling

very uncomfortable down there from what he had done. So I checked my phone and saw that my husband had called several times already.

I thought about calling him back, but just as I was about to, Zhang Kai said, "It's getting

late, and we have a lot of things to do at the bank tomorrow morning. Let's call it a day and go." Seeing

that Director Zhang said this, the software company staff got up and escorted us to his door. After saying goodbye, we left.

On the way home, I didn't say a word; my face felt burning red.

Then, Zhang Li, while driving, placed one hand on my thigh. I flinched, but he still

firmly grasped it. He intentionally touched my genitals.

"Don't do that!" I protested.

Passing by the park near the Martyrs' Cemetery, the car turned in.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored me.

In a very quiet place, he stopped the car. He slowly said to me, "I want to kiss you again.

I've missed you for so long."

Without even asking my consent, he suddenly hugged me tightly. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all.

So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Soon, all the buttons on my shirt were

undone, and he kept kissing my exposed breasts, biting and sucking on my nipples.

His kisses aroused me again. Unconsciously, I hugged his head and started touching him. Then

,

he moved one of my hands down to his crotch and unzipped his pants. I tried to pull my hand back, but

couldn't. Instead, I grabbed his already erect penis and started stroking it involuntarily. His penis

didn't seem as thick as my husband's, but it was definitely longer. My mind started comparing it to those online.

After touching his penis, I felt like my body was on fire, and I

kissed him. His hands weren't idle either; he lifted my skirt, pulled my shorts aside, and inserted himself.

Unlike my husband, he didn't just thrust back and forth, but rubbed it left and right, up and down. In his hands, I quickly

reached orgasm.

Then, he told me to go to his back; I knew what he meant. I disagree. I said, "That's enough for today."

"That's enough, we've already gone too far."

He didn't force me, just made me pull him out. He pressed my head down. I didn't really want to

kiss his penis; once it was exposed, the car would be filled with the smell of his thing. I wanted to go home

early , in case my husband came back, something might happen.

But after his repeated requests, I had no choice but to take his penis into my mouth. At first, he thrust, almost

reaching deep into my throat, and I continued to suck and stroke it. One of his hands was still

inside me, and the other was caressing my breasts.

Just then, my phone went off again. Ignoring his attempts to stop me, I answered the phone. It was

my husband calling from Shenzhen. He asked why I wasn't home so late, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to come home tonight

. I said I was working overtime at work and would be home soon. Overtime is common in the banking system, and my husband just said

he would call me when he got home because he was worried. Even while I was on the phone with my husband, he didn't stop

assaulting ; instead, he thrust his hand into my vagina even harder, making me very uncomfortable. I tried my best to control my

emotions so my husband wouldn't notice.

After hanging up the phone, I don't know why, but I suddenly pounced on him and

bit his shoulder hard. At the same time, I grabbed his penis and started stroking it vigorously. Instantly, I felt something warm

in my hand , and his penis was throbbing in my hand. I knew he had ejaculated, and a lot of it;

his semen was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.

We hugged like that for a while before letting go.

"I'm going home," I said to him.

He backed up his car without even buttoning his pants and drove towards my house. While he was driving, I only buttoned

my own clothes, not even my bra. I felt completely soaked. Seeing the smug look in his eyes as he drove, I

would occasionally reach out and pinch his cheek and grab his already limp penis. On the way back, his

penis got hard several times because of my squeezing. I could tell he was also very uncomfortable, but he could only let me do as I pleased while he was driving

.

When we arrived at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights due to construction. He offered to take me to the elevator, and since it was late

, I was a little scared, especially since the security guards were all outside. So I agreed to his offer.

As I got out of the car, I noticed his trousers were open and reminded him to button them up. He said it was fine, and

no one could see me at night except me. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored him and walked

ahead.

When we got to the building, I saw two elevators on the first floor, so I told him I could go. He

looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he said, "I'll watch you get in the elevator."

I didn't stand on ceremony and got in, waving goodbye to him.

When I got to my floor and was about to open my apartment door, someone suddenly hugged me, startling me. I

didn't know what to do. I turned around and saw it was him! He had followed me in the other elevator. I was about to say how brave he

was , not afraid of being seen, when he covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand to open my

door.

As soon as the door closed, the two of them kissed passionately again.

In the darkness, he gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but my shorts. I struggled

to turn on the light and found myself completely exposed before him, utterly disoriented and unsure what to do to cover

myself.

In his burning gaze, I knew what he was about to do. But I couldn't

refuse him anymore. He carried me to the sofa, and quickly undressed himself. I

was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.

I felt him sitting on the sofa, me positioned between his bodies, my genitals fully

exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My whole body burned, and I felt something gushing

out from below. In waves.

Suddenly, he kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for five years, and he has never kissed me

there . I could feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. He spread my thighs, kissed me, and

sucked hard. His sucking made me feel increasingly weak, as if he had

hollowed out . My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something, a feeling I had never experienced before, simply

exquisite.

It took a long time for me

to recover drained.

He said, "Can you kiss me here again?"

By then, I had no courage to refuse. I obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and

kissed his erect penis.

"It stinks!" I spat out some of his oozing semen.

He very considerately said, "Shall we go wash up before we play again?"

Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded.

Then I told him to sit for a while while I went to wash up.

But as soon as I finished filling the tub with water, he came in and gently hugged me from behind, saying, "Let me wash you."

I didn't know I would be so obedient at that moment, standing obediently in the tub as he poured shower gel

over me. He washed me very gently, especially when washing my breasts, which made my genitals

very wet. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He

wet his hands with shower gel and gently rubbed my genitals, saying as he washed, "You're such a beauty, your vulva is

so prominent, and the pubic hair looks so carefully groomed. Your breasts are much fuller than I imagined;

even after having children, I can still feel their firmness—"

I was deeply moved by his praise and touch.

After he finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too."

So, I carefully washed him from head to toe. He said that since he was old enough to understand, no

one had ever washed him before. Neither had his wife. He said he was so excited, and even though we were in the bathroom, I could still

see that his eyes were a little moist.

While I was washing his penis, he got up again and soon became erect. Only then

did I have time to examine it closely. Although we were both men, we looked completely different; his glans was very large.

He wasn't particularly thick-skinned, and he said he'd been circumcised before. I couldn't resist rinsing myself with water, then gently

bit his glans and rubbed it. As I bit his glans, I could feel his

semen seeping out; although it tasted strange, I swallowed it anyway. I sucked on his penis and

stroked it with my hand.

"The phone's ringing,"

he reminded me.

I didn't hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So, I quickly put him down

and answered the phone without even drying myself.

Sure enough, it was my husband calling. Because I was wet, I had to stand to answer. After a while, I

saw him come over with a towel and gently dry me off. My husband had probably had too much to drink;

he kept talking on the phone, and I couldn't put him down, because I usually listen to him very patiently.

After he finished drying me, he gently lifted me up from the phone. He sat on the sofa, and I sat on

his lap listening to my husband's call. We were both naked, and I could feel his penis

getting hard beneath me .

At first, he patiently stroked me from behind, but then he lifted my hand and started kissing

my breasts. His sucking made my voice distort when I spoke to my husband. My husband asked me what was wrong on the phone, and

I said nothing, just mosquitoes biting me.

But before I could finish, he gently bit my nipple. It was both funny and frustrating. I

had to answer my husband's call while also dealing with his increasingly aggressive harassment. Later, he simply put his hand

inside me. I glared at him several times, but it was no use, so I had to let him do as he pleased.

He made me lean forward onto the sofa, lifting my buttocks high. I didn't know what he wanted to do; I thought he just wanted

to see my vulva again. But unexpectedly, he suddenly thrust his penis inside me. I

cried out "Ouch!" on the phone. My husband asked what was wrong, and I turned around and pushed him away,

telling him that another big mosquito had bitten me, leaving a huge welt.

My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing.

At that moment, he started thrusting behind me, and I was too exhausted to answer his calls. I

just quickly told him, "I can't take it anymore, I'll call you back later," and hung up

.

I lay on the sofa, trying to turn around several times, but he forcefully blocked me. With his vigorous thrusting, I

experienced another orgasm.

His penis was clearly deeper than my husband's; he needed me to be on

top , but he easily penetrated me deeply. And while he was doing it,

he would occasionally sway from side to side, making my entire body feel incredibly comfortable.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside.

I said it was up to him, even though I really wanted him to. But his question made me

feel good.

After a few more thrusts, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew he had ejaculated all inside me.

Then , he held me tightly behind him, standing motionless.

After a while, I told him he couldn't interrupt my call while I was on the phone; if my husband found out,

it would be a big problem. He didn't say anything. He carried me to the bathroom again.

When I came out again, I was completely exhausted, my legs weak. Then I remembered my husband was waiting for my call,

so I lay down in the bedroom and called him.

My husband didn't notice anything unusual; he just told me to rest early and hung up.

While I was on the phone, I thought he

was walked in naked.

"This is your wedding photo,"

he said, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."

He lay down beside me and slowly stroked me. Looking at his now-soft penis,

I couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I played with his penis and said, "Can it get hard

again?"

"If you want it, it can get hard again,"

I said. "I don't believe it."

"I want more," I joked.

He smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and pressed down, saying, "Really want more?"

I nodded with a grin. Looking up, I saw my wedding photo with my husband, and

a fleeting unease crossed my heart.

However, with his kisses, I quickly forgot about it. Then, I noticed his penis, after the second round of

penetration, wasn't very hard anymore; it was soft to the touch.

He whispered in my ear, "Is your husband's penis big?"

I didn't really want to answer that question; I didn't want to think about my husband. But he

persisted , so I told him the truth: "Not as long as yours, but a bit thicker."

"How does your husband usually make love with you?"

I hesitated for a long time before telling him, "Since having the child, I haven't felt this

excited . When my husband needs it, he often lies on top of me, but after penetration, I rarely orgasm—"

As I spoke, I felt his penis gradually harden again in my hand. I felt so strange;

he was so amazing. To thank him for the excitement he had given me that night, I climbed back to his penis and kissed it again.

His penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and immediately he wanted to penetrate again.

I said, "I can't take it anymore. It feels like I've already chafed you. If you do it again,

I won't be able to serve my husband when he comes home tomorrow."

Saying this, I started sucking hard with my mouth. I knew he had already ejaculated twice, and it would take

a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband once told me that as a mature man, to tire him out before he ejaculates, you

should lick the tip of his penis where he ejaculates, and ideally, constantly stimulate the inside with your hand. When I was pregnant,

I often stimulated my husband like that.

After I did this on top of him, I could feel him being very uncomfortable under my stimulation,

tossing and turning . When my hand started to get tired, he forcefully pressed my head down, preventing me from lifting it.

I could only suck on his penis, "thump, thump, thump—" Although it wasn't much, he

reached another climax under my kisses.

I took it all in. It tasted awful.

Finally, it was already past midnight when he left. At the door, we kissed for a long time. I told

him that this was the first and the last time. In the years that followed, although he often told me privately that

he wanted to be with me, I always refused. I thought, once is okay, twice is okay, but if it happens too many times, maybe

it won't feel the same as I imagined.

I still love my husband very much.

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