The wife's savior in an extramarital affair

D is a colleague of mine. She's short, flat-chested (her biggest regret), and has dark skin. Her looks are average; the only attractive features are her hands and feet—slender and delicate—but she doesn't consider these virtues.
She's been married and divorced, and later had boyfriends, which also ended in breakup. When we were together, we analyzed her emotional life and concluded that she's a person with rich inner emotions and a vivid imagination—in other words, a "secretly passionate" person.
Let's talk about her marriage. Her husband is a scumbag, not very capable, but a womanizer. He
demands expensive cigarettes, high-class drinks, designer clothes, and a romantic lifestyle, though he doesn't earn enough money.

Of course, he's very smooth-talking, so he's quite adept at charming young girls. That's how D was seduced into bed and lost her virginity. She even had a huge fight with her parents to marry him, and secretly got the marriage certificate.
The old saying is true: "Those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences."
Sure enough, not long after the marriage, her husband's true nature was revealed. He gambled away a lot of money and ran away.
He dragged her down, leaving her to raise their child alone and pay off gambling debts.
Later, D told me that her husband had another fatal flaw: his penis was very short, less than 10cm when erect. However, he was skilled with his tongue and usually brought D to orgasm with it.
In short, D eventually divorced him.
The emotional hurt and the unsatisfactory life left her disheartened.
The problem was, she was still a romantic person. Once, on her way home, she met a salesman, and the two hit it off immediately (good heavens, she and her husband had also met on the train; it seems travel is a great place to pick up girls).
The salesman was naturally very eloquent and gave her life advice. Not long after, one night, she went to the salesman's rented apartment for hot pot. After the meal, the salesman, while the food was still hot, undressed her (of course, because of her small breasts, she kept her tank top on).
When she saw the salesman's size, she felt her worldview was turned upside down. The salesman's physique was extraordinary; according to her, it exceeded the average Chinese man's, reaching the level of Western men. So she experienced her first time again, referring to depth (after all, she had given birth).
That night tore at D's heart, leaving her screaming and overwhelmed with desire. As she lay nestled in the salesman's imposing arms, she truly felt that "life is a thorny well."
The salesman was worldly and skilled at manipulation.
For D, most of her sexual experience came from him. His penis was large and white. During sex, he always engaged in thorough foreplay, teasing her nipples and clitoris until she begged for mercy. Then, he would make her perform oral sex, telling her he would also fondle his large testicles. Because of their size, they always made D drool and her eyes glaze over. Finally, he would pull out of her mouth and slap her face with his proudly sized member. D entered a sea of desire amidst this humiliation, and her lower body became a flood as well.
As the large member slowly penetrated her, her slutty nature was revealed. She bit her lip tightly, her hair disheveled, her eyes watery. Although not conventionally beautiful, a woman driven by desire possessed a unique allure.
Sweat streamed down her neck, but unfortunately, without the barrier of her breasts, it dripped directly onto the man's thick belly, mingling with his sweat and distinctive scent until his climax.
D was very thin; any man who'd seen countless women knows that thin women's pelvic bones are quite restrictive. Fortunately, D's vagina was tight. Although she'd given birth, it seemed that infrequent sex prevented it from becoming too loose. Therefore, despite having had many women, the salesman remained enthusiastic about D. Furthermore, D's engagement during sex gave him a great sense of accomplishment. When his large member entered, D's soft, melodious voice, like a cat's, began, lingering until the end. It made him feel both the petite size beneath him and his own stamina. The voice changed with the pace of the activity, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low. When the climax arrived, it was like tearing silk, surging and resolute, accompanied by the throbbing, gripping sensation below, telling him that although she was ugly and flat-chested, she was undeniably feminine.

Of course, for D, the salesman was a good partner and a good mentor.
Especially that weapon, not only was it big, but it was also beautiful, with a large head and a small base. The ridges of the glans were incredibly stimulating to the vagina. Every time it entered to the deepest point, grinding against the clitoris, D felt her body was filled, but her soul was emptied. When it was pulled out, it brought out not only overflowing juices and plump, tender flesh, but also anticipation for the next time it would enter.
According to D, the salesman had great stamina. He usually only did it once, but each time he could bring her to two or three orgasms. In the end, she was the one who was defeated and begged for mercy, then accepted the surrender, sticking her buttocks out and letting the salesman make the final thrusts from behind. This position made her submit, made her endure. Each deep insertion brought a little stinging pain. She could only clench her vagina, massage his testicles with her hands, and complain softly: "Too deep, too big, I can't take it, ahhh..."
When he withdrew, milky white semen mixed with her vaginal fluid slowly gushed out. She collapsed weakly onto the bed. The salesman placed his semi-erect penis near her mouth, letting her clean herself up one last time. In exchange, he would gently pinch and rub her nipples, supposedly to make her feel her uterus contracting and a warm current in her abdomen driving more fluid to flow out, completely relaxing her body and mind.
The good days with the salesman didn't last long for two reasons: First, the salesman was well-endowed, so naturally, he wouldn't keep a one-woman show. Soon, a girlfriend appeared, and D hadn't intended to marry him, so she couldn't voice her displeasure or reasons for stopping him. Second, the salesman was well-versed in economics, prioritizing affordability and cost-effectiveness. He believed in proportionality between input and output. For a woman who wasn't a wife, a mistress, or beautiful, everything could be simple, even rarely eating out. This displeased D; even if a woman isn't beautiful, she still has the right to pursue vanity.
After a peaceful breakup with the salesman, D's romantic life truly began.
After leaving her sales job, D felt adrift and turned to the internet for solace.
Soon, she met a small business owner through QQ.
This owner came from a small town and hadn't received much education, but through hard work and shrewdness, he had carved out a niche for himself in the city. Although his business wasn't large, he was financially secure.
People in small towns marry young, so he had two children early, with his wife staying home to raise them. She

would occasionally come over for a visit and a brief moment of intimacy.
However, after years of use, the hardships of life, and a lack of self-care, his wife had lost her youthful beauty and her charm. More importantly, the conflict between the young business owner's growing bourgeois sensibilities and their outdated marital life, after being exposed to the decadent lifestyle of the big city, began to surface. Actually, the young boss was a good man. He wasn't promiscuous; money wasn't an issue for him. He didn't like sex bought with money; he simply hoped to find a woman with knowledge and charm, and D gave him that hope.
D was just an ordinary-looking woman, but that didn't stop her from having a high level of education and a respectable job, and she was now very sophisticated.
So, like dry tinder, their passion ignited, and everything fell into place naturally.
It should be said that compared to the salesperson, the young boss deeply loved D.
From chatting online to meeting in person, and then to sleeping together, he always pampered D, letting her experience the taste of love. On
their first meeting, the young boss elegantly, yet somewhat hypocritically, treated D to a Western meal. D later said that what impressed her most wasn't the delicious steak, but the young boss's heavily accented Mandarin, which made the waiter quite anxious for a while. The
second time, the two went to see a movie, and afterwards, they visited the young boss's residence.
The young boss was wealthy, but his living conditions were rather modest. Firstly, a man doesn't really need much tidying up; comfort was key. Secondly, his money was mainly tied up in his company, so he hadn't brought his wife and children to the city.
Seeing the messy house, D's innate maternal instincts and gratitude for the young boss's previous hospitality prompted her to tidy up.
The young boss enjoyed this feeling; after all, the difference in their social status was undeniable (in his mind, Butcher Hu's theory held some sway—education level determined social class, so the "knowledge is useless" argument didn't
hold true in China). Having a highly educated woman help him tidy up his home fully satisfied his vanity of being "studious and ambitious." As
the house was almost finished, D was bending over folding blankets. At that moment, her round, pert buttocks emanated a feminine scent through her trousers, and the young boss realized that there was another desire he could actually fulfill.
So he moved closer and hugged D from behind, his already erect penis pressed against her buttocks. Deep down, D might have longed for this moment, but reason and reality prevented her from being too proactive. She squirmed, whispering "no," but the thin summer clothes made it easy to become lost in desire. The young man's hand slipped inside her clothes. D's flatness surprised him, but years of sexual experience taught him the right approach. He pinched her nipples, gently grinding them, licking her earlobe, and speaking in his native dialect about his longing for love. D almost laughed out loud, thankfully her back was turned.
It must be said the young man was experienced; his hands, both above and below her, left D breathless and aroused, but she still didn't want to be too proactive, didn't want to be too easygoing.
So the two played a cat-and-mouse game in the room.
The shopkeeper painstakingly stripped D of her clothes piece by piece (luckily, it was summer and she didn't have many clothes), but D held firm to her last line of defense. When D was left only in a pair of lace panties, the shopkeeper was already drenched in sweat. D looked at the shopkeeper with a resentful expression and complained: "She just came to take a look, how can you be so rude to her?"
This complaint was accompanied by a hint of provocation. One could imagine D crossing her arms, her smooth, tanned skin radiating a faint glow, her panties already soaked with her own vaginal fluid and the shopkeeper's sweat. Her two slender thighs were intertwined and rubbing together, clearly revealing her sexual desire. There was also some sweat on her head from the entanglement with the shopkeeper, her hair was wet and fell in strands around her lips, her nostrils flared, and her eyes were glazed... Even the shopkeeper, being an experienced man, couldn't resist and pounced on her again, using his hands... Pulling apart D's arms that were wrapped around her chest, he spread her legs wide and sucked hard on her already erect nipple with his mouth. D resisted desperately and helplessly. Then, the boss used his own legs to separate D's entangled legs and pressed his penis against her helpless panties, indirectly affecting her already wet vulva. He pushed hard, and although he didn't penetrate her, the stimulation was enough for D. A gush of heat gushed from her vagina. D whispered, "You're too rough, you're hurting me."
Then she closed her eyes and enjoyed the impending rape.
The boss simply moved the lace panties aside, and with a thrust of his waist, accompanied by D's sigh, his entire penis slid in without any resistance.
D opened her eyes, which were full of water, and of course, her lower body was even more wet. She pouted and pounded his chest with her small fists, complaining coquettishly, "You're so rough."
The young boss chuckled憨厚ly, answering with speed and force.
Soon, D's cat-like moans filled the room, her lower body arching and yielding to the thrusts.
Clearly unsatisfied with this sudden bliss, the young boss stood up, lifted D, and cupped her firm, round buttocks in his hands, vigorously thrusting up and down. D cried out in surprise, feeling the thick penis about to pierce her cervix, reaching her core. She wrapped her arms around the young boss's neck, her slender legs coiling around his waist like an octopus, clinging tightly to him. In the throes of passion, she bit the young boss's shoulder, whimpering, clear fluid seeping from her lower body, wetting their pubic hair and dripping down their testicles. The thick, menacing penis repeatedly turned their tender flesh in and out, churning the fluid into milky foam that clung to their joined bodies.
This onslaught almost made D's heart explode. After all, it had been a while since she had been pampered by a man. One orgasm after another, and a voice inside her kept telling her: "You slut, let this big cock kill you."
Finally, the boss finished the battle from behind. When he ejaculated, D's buttocks were raised high, her legs trembling, and a large amount of fluid gushed from her vulva, mixing with semen and wetting the freshly made bed. This made her, who had just been coyly resisting, extremely shy. Fortunately, the boss was very considerate. After finishing, he gently wiped her slightly swollen vulva with a damp towel, and even teased her still swollen clitoris with the tip of his tongue. D twisted her languid body, her face flushed, and punched the boss again with her fists.
D's sexual relationship with her boss lasted for six months. He was deeply in love with her, driven by both admiration for intellectuals and the pleasure of conquering them. Of course, a marriage would be even more perfect, so he began plotting to divorce his wife back home.
For D, her boss was merely a supplement during a period of emotional emptiness. Although he was a good sexual partner and a good suitor, both physically and emotionally, he couldn't be her boyfriend or husband. Besides, why should one woman make things difficult for another? Deep down, she already regretted her promiscuity, let alone wanting him to bear the bitter consequences of divorce.
Finally, after several passionate encounters, D and her boss broke up.
Only after the breakup did D realize how difficult it was to find a truly suitable husband.
Those who were her match were all married, and those who weren't were either overly ambitious, waiting for the breakup of Zhang Zetian and Liu Qiangdong, or had personality flaws, being violent and ruthless, even worse than her exes.
In terms of appearance, he was flat-chested and dark-skinned; even the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television
required fair skin for their "Where Are We Going, Grandma?" program. In short, a sigh escaped her lips, and countless tears were shed in private. This awkward situation confirmed the saying: for single women, who Yang Guo is is no longer important; what matters is where Yin Zhiping is.
But things in this world are indeed unpredictable. Just when D had lost all interest in love, letting the moon set in the west, love arrived again.
This is a legendary story; let's call the man Yin.
Yin was a young man, seven or eight years younger than D, of medium height, rather thin, imaginative, from a wealthy family, and playful. He was D's colleague, having joined the company later than D.
According to Yin, when he first saw D, he fell hopelessly in love with her and fantasized wildly about a possible affair between them.
However, to D, he was just a little brother, someone she only felt maternal love for.
After D broke up with her boss, Yin launched his offensive, frequently inviting D to meals and movies, and often buying groceries to treat her at her place.
Teamwork makes the dream work, and D enjoyed the atmosphere. Of course, it wasn't that she didn't think about it, but she felt it was impossible.
It was summer, and D, feeling cool and refreshed after a shower, wasn't wearing a bra because of her flat chest. Yin came in, carrying cooked food and red wine (wine is indeed a catalyst for lust; if one is interested, wine emboldens; if one is not, wine masks their desires). So the two began preparing dinner.
While washing the vegetables, Yin noticed D wasn't wearing a bra and jokingly said, "Sister, are you trying to seduce me?"
D smiled and said, "I'm old, I don't have a good figure anymore, what can I use to seduce you?" This immediately aroused Yin, and he slowly moved closer, rubbing his erection against D's buttocks. D laughed and said, "Why are you like this? Are you trying to kill me?"
At this point, Yin disregarded his shame, wrapping his arms around D, one hand caressing her small breasts, the other encircling her slender waist.
His lips kissed D's neck and earlobe.
D, who was washing vegetables, was unable to move, letting Yin take liberties with her. Her lower body was already wet, though she protested.
Yin, being young, didn't understand women's psychology, unaware of
the dialectical relationship between a woman's "no" and "want. "
He released her after a brief moment of satisfaction. D, her eyes still wet, said to Yin, "If you keep doing this, I'll really get angry. Quickly help me wash the vegetables."
After the meal was prepared and served, and a few drinks later, Yin's lust returned. He moved to D's side to offer her a toast. D, seemingly intoxicated by the wine, took a sip with a smile, her face flushed, and glanced at him sideways, saying, "I'm so old, and you still have feelings for me?"
Yin, emboldened, pulled D's small hand to his penis, saying, "Sister, save me."
Although there were two layers of fabric between them, the youthful heat still penetrated. The size and firmness made D's heart flutter. With a gentle squeeze and knead, Yin felt half of her body go numb. She put down her wine glass, turned D's shoulder with her left hand, wrapped her right arm around D's waist, and kissed him deeply.
Yin was also a young man with experience. After a deep kiss, D was already limp, his arms wrapped around Yin's neck, his eyes half-closed, his lips slightly parted, just waiting to be thrown onto the bed and ravaged.
Unexpectedly, Yin took an unconventional approach. Right next to the table, she pulled up D's clothes to cover her face, revealing two already erect nipples. She opened her mouth wide and began to suckle them tightly. There wasn't much flesh on her breasts, so one bite was more than enough. She sucked until D felt empty inside, and her lower body became wet. As Yin sucked, she stirred the nipples with her tongue, and D felt her blood rushing back from her heart. At the same time, a hot line flowed from her abdomen to her vagina. After finishing one side, Yin began the attack on the other side, while using two fingers to pinch the empty nipple covered in saliva. Every time she turned it, D's lower body would throb. Finally, D couldn't bear it any longer. She covered her head, hugged Yin, and sobbed, "I can't take it anymore, let's go to bed."
Yin picked up D, but not to put her on the bed. Instead, he helped her take off her panties, leaving her clothes covering her head. Then, he cupped her buttocks with both hands and used his hot, hard penis to find D's vagina. When the glans was aligned with her vulva, he released her, and the weight of gravity allowed his penis to penetrate her, hitting her cervix. The friction made D tremble, and her overflowing vaginal fluids splashed everywhere. D screamed inside her clothes: "No, you can't do this! You'll kill me! It's too deep! Ahhhhhh..." D was small, but that was exactly what Yin wanted. He wanted to ravage her.

So he held D and bounced up and down, each time penetrating her deeply. D, inside her clothes, had a blank mind, like the sky before a storm, where a flash of lightning occasionally made her spasm. Subconsciously, she knew this was an unavoidable storm, and she was like the petrel in Gorky's story, crying out in the darkness: "Fierce! Let the storm rage on!"
After over a hundred thrusts, like two million-volt high-voltage lines finally meeting, D's body slumped heavily. Her cervix opened slightly, and the large glans, propelled by the force of the thrust, struggled to penetrate, grinding inside. A gush of fluid erupted, and D howled, "I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!" Her
entire vagina contracted, tightly enveloping the thick penis, pleadingly massaging the glans and sucking on the urethral opening. Tears streamed down D's face; no sound could express the feelings she was experiencing. She clung tightly to Yin's back, her nails digging into her flesh, thanking heaven in her heart for this beautiful day.
When Yin's penis was withdrawn from D's vagina, a small puddle of water had formed on the ground. D peeked out from under her clothes, her nostrils flaring, her eyes glazed, her small mouth slightly open, gazing at Yin with loving eyes. After a long while, she shyly pounded Yin's chest with her fists.
Yin, his still-erect penis glistening with D's vaginal fluid, brought it close to D's face. D hesitated for a moment, then took it into her mouth, looking at Yin with alluring, pleading eyes, making smacking sounds. She thought to herself, "He's young, after all; it's thick and hard."
Yin carried D to the bed, placing her on the edge. He spread her slender legs, holding one ankle in each hand, and spread them as wide as possible, revealing her delicate vulva. Due to the intense struggle just now, her bright red labia were half-open, and vaginal fluid still clung to her pubic hair in curls. D, somewhat shy, whispered, "What are you doing?" Yin grinned lewdly, rubbing his large penis against her slightly exposed clitoris. D gasped, panting, and closed her eyes. Just then, Yin's penis slid straight into her vagina. Because her legs were spread apart, the movement of his penis in and out of her vagina was clearly visible. With each thrust, a small portion of her vulva was drawn in as well, and the milky white vaginal fluid on his penis was scraped onto the base of his penis by her vagina. When he pulled out, the bright red flesh turned inside out, and a large amount of fluid smeared her labia. The room was filled with an ambiguous and decadent smell. As the thrusting quickened, D's moans rose softly and resolutely.
However, this scene made D somewhat ashamed. After all, Yin was much younger than her, and it was hard for her to accept being played with like this by him.
But this intense battle left her feeling conflicted, so she decided to end the position. She was still embarrassed that her entire genitals were exposed to Yin during their first intercourse. So, she raised her buttocks, adopting a different position that men preferred to receive Yin's thrusts. Her small yet firm buttocks aroused Yin's lust. He half-squatted, his hands gripping D's waist, his large penis thrusting continuously into her. He would occasionally slap D's buttocks or massage her delicate anus with his fingers. The small anus, slightly bulging from the large foreign object inside her vagina, was stimulated and pulled back, causing her vagina to tighten, enveloping Yin's penis and making it very uncomfortable. Her testicles relentlessly pounded against her clitoris.
The result of the fierce battle was that D reached three orgasms without restraint, her legs trembling. Yin ejaculated into D's uterus with more than ten contractions of his scrotum. When his penis was withdrawn, the semen flowed down her thighs like a waterfall.
Finally, Yin gripped his penis and squeezed hard, sending the remaining drops of semen into D's mouth.

Yin was a young man; they made love five times that night. The next day, D slept for a whole day. Sometimes love is like rain, but if it comes too quickly, it becomes a flood, which can have some impact on the body.
D's story ends here. Of course, Yin and D ultimately didn't have a happy ending. The reason is simple: humans have both natural and social aspects, and the natural tension in bed couldn't withstand the social pressure from their surroundings, including their families.

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