【My Seductive Girlfriend L】(Parts 4-5) Author: marsljj

Author: marsljj
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Midnight Butcher - My Seductive Girlfriend L
Part 4
I calmed myself down and told L that I could ignore the chat history, but she had to honestly tell me
what they had done.
She still shook her head, crying.
I calmed myself down and told her that if she couldn't tell me honestly, it would be the most serious deception
and hurt I could experience, and I couldn't continue with her.
Only then did she timidly say okay, she would tell me everything I wanted to know.
I asked her, "How many times did you do it?" She said just once.
I questioned, "You and him were in a hotel for over three hours, and you only did it once? I really couldn't
believe that. Even without thinking, I could imagine it was impossible. If you don't tell me clearly, we can't
continue together. I can't accept my girlfriend hiding the fact that she cheated on me."
Only then did she tell me that they had done it twice, and the first time the man ejaculated quickly, saying he hadn't had sex in a long time.
I felt bad and could only comfort her by saying that every man goes through this. It took about half an hour for them to have sex again. This
time, their foreplay lasted longer, about half an hour.
I asked her what they did during foreplay, and she said they just kissed, and then the man kissed her breasts, genitals, and vagina.
I asked, "Didn't he ask you to give him a blowjob?" She said yes, she did.
I asked, "Are you doing 69?" She said yes.
At this point, my penis was almost bursting with erection. The thought of my girlfriend giving another man oral sex, in a 69
position, filled me with mixed feelings.
L had always been reluctant to give me oral sex, saying it always made her feel nauseous, but this time she willingly did it for a
man she'd just met, even in a 69 position. I felt a mix of emotions.
I continued to ask her, "How long did it last the second time?" She said about ten minutes. The man probably
hadn't been with a woman in a long time, so he was very excited and wanted to ejaculate quickly. They had to stop and change positions when he felt like ejaculating
.
I asked L what positions they used, and she obediently told me that they started with the normal missionary position
, then he got tired and let her ride on top, and later they switched to doggy style.
She also said that he ejaculated after only a few thrusts when he entered her from behind, and that her vagina was very tight and gripped
him tightly, which he couldn't resist.
I asked L again, "Did you really only do it twice?" She insisted that yes.
I said, "If you calculate it like that, it only lasted a little over an hour.
What did you do for the next two hours?" She stammered and said, "Just chatting."
I said, "You can chat with him for two hours? You usually don't even talk to me for half an hour.
What did you talk about?" She said she didn't remember, just ordinary chatting and stuff.
To be honest, I didn't believe her. It's impossible that they only chatted for such a long time.
A sexually frustrated man, facing a hot woman, would do it 3-4 times in three hours, which I think
is quite normal.
I pressed L again, asking her to tell the truth if they really only did it twice.
She said yes, and no matter how much I pressed her, she wouldn't admit to more than twice.
At this point, I told her, "I can believe you only did it twice, and I can forgive you for sleeping with other men,
but what I can't forgive is deception and concealment, even emotional infidelity.
These past few days, I've seen you smiling foolishly at your phone every day, sometimes not even responding when I call you.
Seeing that involuntary smile on your face, that slightly sweet smile, makes my heart ache.
I know you're chatting with P, and I've given you many chances. I thought you would notice my dissatisfaction,
but you're only focused on your flirtation with someone else and ignore me completely, even rejecting my advances
."
I opened L's phone, typed "I'm her husband, don't contact her anymore" in her chat with P,
sent it, and then deleted P from my friend list.
I threw the phone back at L and told her, "You have to promise not to contact him again!" After this, L
changed all her passwords, including QQ, Apple ID, and WeChat swipe unlock, and also deleted
the Weibo account associated with the escort service.
But with my investigative skills, I quickly learned the new password (actually, I just tried it a few times, secretly watching
the length of her input and the position of her fingers, then tried it again with the old password in reverse order).
At first, I wanted to ask L why she changed the password, whether she was afraid I'd find out something again. But after thinking about it
, I didn't ask. I knew that if I asked, she would be forced to tell me the new password, but she would become even more wary of me,
and might even do something I didn't know about.
I needed to continue spying on her chats. The new password didn't stop me for long, and I started monitoring
her QQ chat again.
She had a chat group with her roommates and best friends from her time studying in City C. There were only a few girls in it, but they often
talked about boyfriends and sex.
One time I opened it and found L discussing sexual topics with some of her female friends in the group, so
I carefully read their chat.
She told her friends in the group about her affair and that I had found out.
But she didn't seem to think it was a big deal. She even told her best friend that she and P had a great
time in bed, except he wasn't good at it.
Her ex-boyfriend, Q, was the most skilled, and also had the biggest penis.
Seeing these chat logs, I really didn't know what to say. No wonder she wasn't sexually interested in me.
Life returned to normal. Although I would still occasionally peek at L's chat history, nothing
exciting happened.
Until a few months later, one day, I needed to go on a business trip a few days later and would be back the next day. L asked me when I was leaving
and what time I would be back.
Since my business trip dates weren't confirmed yet, I only gave her a rough estimate, but I
could tell from her expression that she was a little nervous.
My intuition told me that L might be up to something, so I remained calm for the time being and
told her the specific date and time after confirming the schedule.
On the day of the event, L kept urging me to leave, saying she was worried I'd miss my flight. This made me even more certain that
something would happen that night.
On the way to the airport, I chatted with L on WeChat, and she replied to my messages intermittently.
I checked the time; it was already past 9 PM. So I opened Find My iPhone
to locate L's phone and found that she wasn't home, but in a bustling area of the city center.
I asked L on WeChat, "What are you doing? I miss you," and she said she was just lying in bed looking at her phone and
would go to sleep soon.
I added, "I miss you. Can you take a selfie and send it to me? I want to see what you look like now."
She absolutely refused, saying she looked ugly and didn't want to take a picture.
I thought it was because she wasn't home.
Later, she took a picture and sent me a picture of her cat, saying, "Look at your cat!"
I knew this picture had been taken beforehand, but I certainly couldn't say anything.
I said okay, I'm boarding the plane, I'll WeChat you when I arrive.
She said, "Okay, honey, be good!"
I boarded the plane with mixed feelings of trepidation. The one-hour flight felt like an eternity.
On the plane, I kept wondering who she went out with. Was it that P
? What were they doing? Did they go to a hotel? Or had they already done it for the first time? What positions would they use?
I couldn't help but fantasize about L and P having sex, and I even went to the airplane lavatory to masturbate , hoping to calm myself down, but it was all in vain. My penis 　　was hard as a rock again in
less than five minutes after I ejaculated . 　　 The plane finally landed, and before it had even come to a complete stop, I eagerly checked my phone to see L's location. 　　 The cursor on L's phone moved; she was next to a five-star hotel. 　　 They went to a hotel. 　　 5. 　　 My hand was trembling as I held the phone. I struggled internally for minutes before finally dialing L's number. 　　It rang for a long time before she answered. 　　 It was quiet on the other end; she must have been taking the call in the bathroom. 　　 I said, "Honey, I'm here. What were you doing? Why did it take you so long to answer?" L said, "I just 　　went to the bathroom. It's good you're here. Be careful. I'm going to sleep now, I can't talk to you anymore." 　　 She tried to hang up, but I quickly said, "Don't hang up! I want to talk to you a little longer. I 　　haven't even gotten a ride to the city yet." 　　 She said she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. Then I heard the sound of a glass door opening on the other end of the line, and then 　　the call ended. 　　 The man must have found L had been in the bathroom for too long and went in to find her. 　　 I didn't call back immediately. Instead, I waited until I got into a taxi and called again. This time, the phone rang until it was 　　busy, but L didn't answer. 　　 I wondered if they were already making love. Where were they doing it? What positions were they using 　　? Did L give him oral sex? I remembered how wet L looked, and how I always ended up 　　dry when I teased her during sex. A surge of anger rose within me. I frantically called 　　her, but after about five or six attempts with no answer, I finally gave up. 　　 The taxi quickly arrived at my hotel for the night. After a quick check-in, I went to my room 　　. I checked my location again and found that L's phone was still connected to the internet, meaning she was probably still awake. 　　 I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. My mind was filled with images of lewd acts between men and women. I searched 　　for the hotel website where L was staying, opened the hotel room pictures, and fantasized about L and other men in that room 　　: as they entered the room, the man eagerly embraced L 　　and kissed her, and L responded passionately. The man's hands began to roam over L's stunning figure, 　　slowly removing her clothes. 　　 Knowing L as I do, I knew she would respond by unzipping the man's pants and stroking his penis. 　　 Soon they would be naked, entwined, caressing and sucking each other's bodies... 　　I fantasized wildly about L and her lover in various positions, another man's penis 　　going in and out of her wet vagina, bringing out thick, white fluid, L moaning loudly beneath her lover, releasing her 　　pleasure. 　　 I held my own throbbing, hard penis, ejaculating again and again in my fantasies until I was exhausted 　　. 　　 I couldn't sleep that night; various scenes flashed through my mind. The next morning, I 　　got up at 5 a.m., took a hot shower, and got dressed for work. 　　 But no matter what I did, I couldn't calm down; I could still feel my heart pounding abnormally 　　fast. 　　 Around 10 a.m., L finally called me. 　　 Her voice was a little hoarse; she must have just gotten up. She told me she was getting up to use the bathroom. 　　 I asked her, "Honey, what's wrong with your voice? It sounds hoarse." 　　 She replied that she might be catching a cold and her throat was a little sore. 　　 My heart ached, and I also felt a pang of sadness. I knew they must have been 　　very passionate in bed last night, that's why her voice was hoarse. 　　 I said, "Should we go see a doctor, or buy some medicine and go back to bed?" Just then, I heard 　　L get up and flush the toilet. She came out of the bathroom, and her voice on the phone was noticeably lowered. 　　 I deliberately raised my voice and said, "Honey, why are you speaking so softly? I can't hear you clearly." 　　 Suddenly, there were some sounds on the other end of the phone, like L forcefully lying down on the bed. L hurriedly 　　told me, "The signal is bad, I have to go now," and then she hung up. 　　 I guess the man in bed woke up when he realized his partner had gone to the bathroom, and when L came out...

Then, he pulled L onto the bed and demanded her body.
As a man, how could I not know this? I remembered the times I'd gone to hotels with L, and
after three or four nights of passion, we'd always have morning sex the next day. Morning erections were
when a man was at his best, and she'd usually have two orgasms in the morning. This had gradually made L particularly
fond of morning sex.
At this time, if a man used even a little force, she would have absolutely no resistance and would
completely comply with all his demands.
I knew they were already in bed, and I suddenly felt a very strong desire
. I wanted to hear L's wanton moans under another man, I wanted her to lose control and
start moaning on the phone.
I called back, patiently waiting for L to answer, but after three tries, there was no answer
. I knew she wouldn't answer, but I still hoped that 　　she might accidentally touch the phone
while they were making love . 　　 When I called six times and still got no answer, I finally gave up. 　　 But by then, my desire had only intensified. I turned on location tracking again, wanting to see where they were and 　　fantasize about what they were doing. 　　 Two agonizing hours passed, and the work meeting finally ended in my distracted state. It was 　　almost noon. I checked L's location on my phone; it hadn't changed. They 　　probably hadn't checked out yet. 　　 I dialed L's number, hoping she would answer, wishing they were still having sex, yet 　　feeling a pang of unease. 　　 The call was answered after about 30 seconds. L sounded a little breathless on the other end. I asked her what was wrong, since she 　　hadn't answered the phone earlier. 　　 She said nothing was wrong, she'd just fallen asleep again and was now awake, planning to go out for something to eat. 　　 I asked, "Why are you so out of breath, like you just climbed some stairs?" L said, "I think I've caught a bit of a cold; 　　my nose is stuffy, so I can only breathe through my mouth." 　　 I told L that my work was finished and I'd start my journey home after lunch, and told her to take some medicine and rest. 　　 L playfully said, "Okay, honey, come back soon. Your wife is naked on the bed at home, waiting for you!" 　　 I thought to myself, "You've been out having fun with someone all day. I'll see if you still have the energy 　　to make love to me when I get back." 　　 It was already 1 p.m. after lunch, and I got into the car the company arranged to take me to the airport. During the 　　 approximately one-hour drive to the airport, I kept checking L's location on my phone. 　　 The cursor only started moving when I arrived at the airport, so I knew they had already checked out of the hotel. 　　My 　　 flight was around 3:30 p.m., so I had an hour and a half to check in and get to the gate 　　. 　　 After checking in and going through security, I found a seat, wondering whether or not to confront L. 　　 No matter what, I couldn't allow L to cheat on me, but I also wanted her to continue 　　with other men. 　　 This inner conflict made me very agitated, and I couldn't help but fantasize about L making love with others. My penis 　　uncontrollably hardened again. 　　 I got home around 6:30. I opened the door, and L was already lying on the bed. 　　 Seeing me, she said sweetly, "Honey, you're finally home! I've been waiting for you all day. You must be tired 　　. Go take a shower and come to bed to hug me." 　　 I was indeed exhausted. I took off my clothes and went to shower. After a brief recharge with the hot water, I regained some 　　energy. 　　 Back in bed, L hugged me tightly, her full breasts pressing against my arm, one leg wrapped around 　　my waist. 　　 L always sleeps naked, so this was a hot, beautiful woman hugging me tightly. 　　Even though I knew L's body intimately, it was still incredibly stimulating. Plus, 　　images of L having sex with other men flashed through my mind, and my penis instantly became erect. 　　 I rolled over and pinned L down, trying to take off her underwear. 　　 She struggled a bit and said, "Aren't you tired? You want to be naughty with me as soon as you get back?" I didn't answer her, nor did I want to say 　　anything. I quickly pulled off her panties, and my rock-hard penis slid into her body without 　　any resistance, completely penetrating her vagina. 　　 At this point, she stopped resisting and struggling, instead obediently cooperating with me, completely letting me thrust into her, 　　letting out soft moans. 　　 As my movements became faster and the thrusts more forceful, her moans grew increasingly frantic; 　　she even bit my shoulder. I knew she had reached orgasm, and 　　under the assault of pain and pleasure, I ejaculated deeply inside her...

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