A one-night stand as sweet as a peach.

A One-Night Stand Like a Peach

I was doing layout work at a magazine, sitting in front of the computer with my long hair flowing
down my me look less tired after a long night. I was like nothing was wrong, focused on my work, skipping class.

My mind was light because of the busyness, and I didn't feel any emptiness. Even if tonight I might do something that would make
me feel empty…

For many years of marriage, I've constantly reminded myself to be faithful, because I need pure love and marital
sex . I don't know if I've ever repressed myself, but it's true I've never fallen for anyone.

But, how to put it? I arranged to meet and have sex with an online friend, wxy.

The whole process was unpretentious, because when he asked me to add him as a friend, he said, "Can I be your sex slave
?"

At first, I was disgusted by this blatant sexual request, because of moral constraints. But he kept repeating it,
tirelessly. Out of curiosity, I added him. I learned he was a university student who had passed the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6),
so I felt he wasn't a low-class person. Plus, he sincerely sent me several photos…
My husband said, "Not bad."

These past few days I've been very busy and often neglected my husband without reason. His life seems to be in a trough, devoid of color,
and with graduation looming, the pressure is mounting. His usually good temper often turns inexplicably volatile. I don't have time
to comfort him because I need comfort too, so life feels very turbulent.

Therefore, my husband said, "Let's add some color to life."

So, last week I met with a stranger online, wxy. We both felt they were good people, and there was no danger. But we're
unsure whether to do it, because putting theory into practice is very difficult. My husband and I are struggling with this decision.
I don't think too much about it because I don't have to bear much pressure; I'm genuinely enjoying it. But my husband
is conflicted. He said, "You must be good to me, especially these next few days."

So, I also feel pressured, and I relieve it with work. I don't want to hurt my husband, but I also have some longing for
the unknown of sex.

Doing it with a stranger… my first thought is embarrassment.

But reading Mu Zimei's diary, I feel that sex is nothing special.

I don't know. I felt no excitement, no stimulation, no fear, no expectation, not a single feeling!

Why?

To be honest, I only hoped for this outcome: that WXY would say as he left, "You are truly captivating."

That would be enough!

My husband is online; he will prepare the recording equipment, but I don't know if I can remain calm.

My husband says he will love me more because of this, but no one can theoretically prove this yet, and neither can I. Because
without conventional rationality, no one can explain it. Is love selfish? Is sex one-dimensional? Must couples be
absolutely faithful in sex?

Anyone in love would answer yes without hesitation. But we began to hesitate.

What was WXY thinking in the car? Perhaps, it was the most selfish thought a man could have: to release his pent-up desires.

How pathetic, not enjoying the pleasure of love, but merely fulfilling a physiological need.

Words can be said however one likes, but women prefer to hear the most romantic ones.

He's still a boy, six years younger than me.

His sexual energy and my skills should be a good match, right? Heh.

I was thinking about T, another boy this age, who had been with me, but it wasn't very successful. The only touching thing was
when he nestled in his arms and said, "You're my first." I was so touched, touched by my luck, touched
that society had still left me a 22-year-old virgin.

I even felt guilty at that moment. I felt I had let him down, hurt him…
But wasn't he satisfied too? Physical satisfaction often substitutes for psychological satisfaction. But this time was different
; we were just having fun together.

That's the concept, but I'm still confused.

Purely physical, sensory interaction still feels empty to me… Fortunately, I'm very tired today,
maybe I'll sleep soundly, without getting caught up in theories, without worrying about worldly gains and losses… Tonight.

I hope so.

At the same time, I'm also very worried about my dear husband. I don't know how our thoughts got to this point?
And so recklessly? Is it really beneficial for the marriage? Is it really out of consideration for the family and
the pursuit of a quality life?

Privately, I always feel that this is a kind of self-gratification… I feel very guilty, and that's why.

Remembering WXY's insistence that I wear high heels, and his comment about how handcuffs would make it more exciting… this made me feel very strange.

I'm a traditionally dressed and shy person, seemingly completely unrelated to sexiness, yet I'm doing this
… who would believe it? I myself am filled with doubt.

Will he kill me?

That's my biggest worry. Heh, what an adventure, from any angle. I'm not at all at ease.
I feel like I'm attending a boring banquet, completely clueless about dressing up, even utterly bewildered.

Addendum: I was busy last night and didn't have time to think about this; my husband supposedly slept very well. Meeting:

Around 4 AM, after much trouble, he finally found our school. The sun was shining brightly, the wind was strong, blowing my
hair wildly, and my mood felt like it was tied to my hair… I couldn't find a sense of belonging. I went out to see him.

Outside the school gate, he was wearing a green t-shirt, very young. Even when I got close, I didn't dare look at him, feeling awkward; he was too
unfamiliar. He asked what to do, and I told him I had to go back to school to ask for a night off, and I also had to have dinner with my husband at 5 pm—
it's a habit, and I didn't want to upset or hurt him too much. Although I also didn't want
him, who had come all this way, to wait a long time.

He's understanding; he said okay and told me to hurry. I agreed, and at the same time, I noticed he had a book—
a textbook. I thought someone so studious wouldn't be in any danger, and because of this, I felt a little fondness for him.

During dinner

, I wasn't distracted or overthinking things with my husband, and I didn't have any expectations. I just felt I should
hurry ; it wasn't good to keep him waiting. I even thought about going over and chatting with him; he'd come all this way, and I was being so
unpleasant… I think I'm kind.

My husband didn't say much either; he didn't eat anything, just watched me eat. I didn't know how to explain, or
whether should urge him to eat something. We were silent, a silence born of uncertainty.

Room 920.

Taking the elevator to the ninth floor, I felt incredibly timid. It was my first time doing something like this, like offering myself up,
haha , I felt a little uneasy.

I knocked, and he opened the door.

I saw he was only wearing underwear, his hairy legs fully exposed to my view. I
lowered my head. I practically walked around him into the room and sat on the sofa.

He came over, reached out, and pulled me up, then gently embraced me. His gentleness surprised me,
and instantly, I felt safe. I returned his kiss; everything felt natural, even like a couple's. Our kiss lasted the
longest in years! His lips were full, soft, and sensual.

I said I was hot and asked him to calm down. He released me, turned on the air conditioner, and said, "Your hair is beautiful."

I smiled.

He pulled me up again, then picked me up and gently placed me on the bed, kissing me, a long, deep kiss… He said, "Let me help
you take off your clothes." His voice was very gentle. I said I wasn't used to it; I always felt like a spoilsport, even I thought so myself
. He coaxed, "Mmm, I'll take your clothes off..." and my heart softened. He unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, then
his hands hesitantly began to squeeze my breasts...

I could already feel the change in his body when we hugged, and now he was beneath me—he said, "Come on up
."

He half-closed his eyes, looking very content. I was very wet, my lower body a sea of desire.

I moved slowly, and he let out deep breaths and soft moans... I was encouraged and became more passionate
...

His long hair kept swinging up and down, easily obscuring my eyes, and I kept adjusting it...

His skin was beautiful, smooth, healthy, with a flat stomach, very strong-looking, broad shoulders,
and varying shades of body hair on the back of his hands, which I loved to touch.

He was on top of me again, but his movements weren't very rhythmic or vigorous, leaving me constantly frustrated
. Sometimes it felt like he was just thrusting around aimlessly, not quite getting it right… But, out of consideration for his feelings, I didn't
say anything, just exaggeratedly moaning… This must have been quite encouraging for him… I think I'm always very
kind to others, because he's younger than me and needs guidance sexually…

He ejaculated on my stomach, looking embarrassed, and I laughed.

After showering, I nestled in his arms and asked him, "How many times have you done this?" I felt silly asking such a
pointless question; maybe I'm just not used to this kind of thing. He said, "Of course, the first time." I wanted to
laugh, but I didn't. I didn't care about the answer, so I didn't say anything more. However, he probably hadn't done it many times,
because he always seemed to be missing the mark.

He started telling me stories, jokes, riddles, talking about his childhood, his school…
We watched the CCTV-3 singing competition together, judging which songs were good and which weren't… I remember
a woman singing Li Qiong's "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road," which he described as awful.

...We did it again, lying on our sides. He still wasn't strong enough; I think it was a matter of technique. After

we showered, we lay together again; it was only 8 o'clock.

We started kissing, kissing each other's bodies. I took his in my mouth, starting with oral sex, little by little, and
he moaned...His was very healthy, very similar to my husband's, but not very big...My body was constantly
wet, and he laughed at me, saying I was naughty.

He was hungry, so I made him instant noodles and soup. He said he felt so happy, and I felt the same way. You
know I've actually been very tired these past few days, but I felt relaxed at that moment.

My husband kept sending messages to his phone. He asked who was sending him the messages, and I said it was my
friend . He said, "You really can't tell your friend at a time like this!" I said he was worried about my safety, and he laughed.

There were four or five more times, I can't remember, because I was too sleepy or my mind was constantly excited.

I don't know what time it was, but we fell asleep in each other's arms... The embrace of a stranger was surprisingly warm and
comfortable... I remember when we were together, I would reach orgasm in my imagination, faint... and then slowly return from heaven
to his side... In the heat of the moment, I even said, "I love you to death," and he pretended not to hear,
making me repeat it over and over...

I didn't sleep very soundly, waking up every now and then. Each time I woke up, he would hold me tighter, which satisfied me.

At seven o'clock, we both woke up, rinsed our mouths, and started kissing again, and then we started making love... His fingers really
excited me, and he also nibbled on my earlobe, and I breathed heavily...

My husband's message came again. After reading it, he was silent for a while and said, "Who is that person?"

I said it was my husband. He was surprised for a moment but didn't ask any further questions.

My emotions were a little disturbed, but I felt better after a while, and we started again... I was very relaxed, but there was no change in
my movements , only the duration was much longer... It was pretty perfect.

At ten-thirty, after showering, we went home together, and he took me to school. We said goodbye from afar.

I remember we hugged quietly for a while in the elevator, from the ninth floor to the first, without being disturbed.

I felt that one-night stands were very relaxing; it felt like a thirsty person eating a unique,
juicy peach … without any lingering attachments. When we met again, we didn't say anything; it was very natural.

Of course, I still love my husband very much; my love for him remains undiminished.

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