Confessions of an Adulterous Woman

My name is Xiaolin, and I'm twenty-two years old. My husband's name is James, and he's almost twice my age.
When I was eighteen, James pursued me passionately. I was attracted by his mature appearance and
smooth manner, and as a result, I decided to marry him. Our love is full of romance and passion.
People say that women around twenty-five are the most sexually active. I don't know if that's true, but I'm currently
as passionate as a firecracker, and I don't dare to think about what I'll be like in three years. But what worries me most is that
James's performance in bed has recently become less compatible with mine.
When we got married three years ago, he enjoyed making love with me. But as time went on, he seemed to
lose interest in me. Every time I wanted to make love to him, he would say he was tired, and sometimes no matter how hard I tried, his
penis was limp.
To rekindle his interest, I started wearing very sexy clothes at home, but it didn't seem to work.
Just when I started to worry about our marriage and our sex life, a small incident reignited James's
desire .
It was James's birthday that day. I had planned to have a nice meal with him, and then go home and
seduce him with the sexy lingerie I'd just bought. But his boss suddenly made him work overtime, so I had to stay home all night.
I put on the lingerie and admired my body in front of the mirror. Through the purple sheer fabric,
my breasts were faintly visible, looking very seductive. I felt my vagina getting wet, my body was so
hot, I wanted it so badly. James hadn't made love to me for a week. My hands began to gently massage my
soft breasts, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of keys in the lock. James was back! I was already so excited. I decided that no matter what,
I had to let James have sex with me and give me a good time! I hid behind the door, and as soon as he stepped into the house, I hugged him
tightly , calling out sexyly, "My dear husband, I've missed you so much!"
Suddenly, I realized that the person in my arms wasn't James, but his assistant, Xiao Long! It turned out that James had
a lot of documents to take home, so he asked Xiao Long to help him.
I knew I'd made a mistake and quickly stepped back, apologizing profusely to Xiaolong. I saw him staring at
my chest in disbelief, and then I suddenly remembered I was still wearing that sexy lingerie.
Wearing almost transparent lingerie, my firm breasts exposed
to , I felt incredibly ashamed. I looked at James like a little girl who'd done something wrong, afraid he'd be angry. To
my surprise, James wasn't angry at all; I even noticed a strange excitement in his eyes, and his crotch
was swollen!
James immediately and hastily sent Xiaolong away. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and thrust his
rock -hard penis inside me. I hadn't seen him so excited in a long time. He thrust wildly, quickly
filling my uterus with his semen.
Afterwards, I asked James why he was so excited. He told me that seeing other men lustfully
staring at my sexy body gave him a great thrill.
It turned out my husband enjoyed being voyeurized. For James's pleasure, I began
dressing . I used to dislike miniskirts and thin shirts, but now, to keep
James's interest piqued, my skirts were always super short miniskirts, and my shirts were either see-through or very low-cut
, to show off my cleavage and flaunt my 36D-25-36 figure.
It was incredibly effective; every time I dressed like this and went out with him, his crotch would bulge.
And the most interesting thing was that even when James wasn't with me, just hearing me describe how men on the street looked at me with
lewd eyes made his penis incredibly hard.
He told me he was very proud to be able to show me off to other men. The thought that other men
envied him for having such a beautiful and wanton wife made him even more smug. He was certain that other men, seeing
my sexy body, would imagine raping me again and again, and the thought of me seducing other men like a
slut gave him extreme excitement.
A few weeks ago, he called me while I was working in the office. He told me he was getting
really excited about the sexy little black skirt I was wearing to work that day. He said
he'd be thrilled if he found out I wasn't wearing my black panties when I got home.
I told him he could only dream about it, because if I wasn't wearing panties, there was no way
the men in the office could hide my pussy; my skirt was six inches above my knees, and there was no screen in front of my desk.
James insisted that if I wanted him to have a good time with me that night, I should go to the bathroom right now, take off my
panties, and put them in my handbag.
The thought of James's hard penis and the wicked idea of being spied on by men got me excited
, and I immediately put James's suggestion into action.
I figured as long as I didn't sit down, no one could see that my pussy was uncovered.
But deep down, I hoped someone would find out I wasn't wearing panties and try to spy on me; the thought
made me feel a little lewd, yet this wicked thought also made me feel sexy.
On my way home, in the tunnel, I walked carefully, my thighs pressed tightly together so no one
could see my vulva. Several times, I felt some guys trying to peek at the end of my legs, but I couldn't
be sure. When I got home, my vulva was dripping with nectar, flowing down my legs.
That night, after James and I made love passionately, we discussed my future clothing. James wanted
me
to dress as revealingly as possible at home, at work, shopping, on the beach, in restaurants, or at parties—basically anytime—ideally like a prostitute.
At home, I wore only a sexy see-through nightgown and high heels. If James's friends came to visit
, or if my salesman came to the door, they would
stare uncontrollably at my body in the living room.
At work, I wore extremely short skirts or dresses, very low-cut tops, semi-transparent
blouses , high heels, and nylon stockings—of course, no underwear or bra. If I go to the mall or go out
all day , I wear the same type of clothes.
In the evening, when I go out for dinner or to the movies, I wear my sexiest low-cut dress, that kind of...
Dresses that exposed most of my breasts, or other extremely revealing clothes, paired with super
high heels , alluring garter belts, colorful nylon stockings, heavy eyeshadow, deep red lipstick, long false eyelashes,
red nail polish, and other makeup—all these made me look like a street prostitute.
Now I dressed like a slut at all times. To my surprise, James didn't just want me to play the role
of a slut; he wanted me to actually be one. He told me I could encourage men to
appreciate my clothes, even let them touch me, as long as I told him all the details. He
wouldn't mind how promiscuous I was with others.
The next day, with a slight autumn chill in the air, I chose a low-cut top with a
mini-skirt . I wore the birthday gift James had recently given me—an elegant garter belt, silk nylon
stockings, and extra-high heels.
Before calling a taxi, I even spent some extra time doing my nails, makeup, and hair. Before getting into the taxi, I
felt the cool early autumn air on my chest, making my nipples stand out against my close-fitting silk shirt
.
The taxi driver's eyes were fixed on my chest until I got in. I knew James wanted him to
see, so I smiled at him, got into the car, and hinted that I knew he was watching, but I liked it
; I even gave him a very sexy lick of my lips.
When I got to the office, I couldn't wait to call James and tell him how the taxi driver and
other were lecherously staring at my body, some even trying to peek under my skirt. I told
him I enjoyed teasing these men and smiling seductively at them. He panted and told me he had already taken out
his penis and was playing with it. Good heavens! He was masturbating in his office seat! I just hoped no one would
walk past his seat.
When I hung up, I felt quite horny myself, and I went to the bathroom and started masturbating. This was
something I had never done before! I found myself beginning to truly enjoy sex. I enjoy exposing my body to men
; it not only excites me but also thrills my husband—we're perfectly in sync.
I haven't bought new underwear in ages because James often encourages me to go out without underwear and bras.
Now, I only own a few pairs, all of them open-crotch or see-through. My bras are now those amazing
bras that make my cleavage look even deeper, and others that expose my nipples. I also have
a huge collection of silk and lace blouses and low-cut sweaters, which attract lustful stares from men all over the street. In fact
, people often touch my buttocks, intentionally or unintentionally.
The real advantage of this outfit is that I no longer have to worry about finding a seat, because some lecherous
guys will eagerly offer me their seats, hoping to stand up and peek
through , hoping to catch a glimpse of my bare breasts, and I usually don't disappoint them. When I see them
staring at my neckline, I even smile at them and bend over even lower, letting them get their fill of looking.
Every night when I got home, James was eager for me to tell him about my "romantic encounters" that day, and I loved
how attentively he listened. Every time James heard my story, his penis would get hard,
followed intense sex.
I wore super sexy outfits to work every day, and soon I noticed several guys in the office,
including my boss, would often come in while I was photocopying,
squeezing through the narrow aisle behind me, always moving slowly.
Gradually, I started to wonder, what if these guys weren't satisfied and wanted to go further?
Should use my body to satisfy these handsome men for one night? During sex, I told
James my thoughts. To my surprise, he was incredibly excited, fucking me relentlessly, passionately penetrating me, and telling me that
he wouldn't mind sharing me with others if I wanted to, especially if I told him all
the details of my sex with other men.
In fact, James not only liked my sexy outfits, he even started fantasizing about me having sex with other men,
saying it excited him to the extreme. Interestingly, I knew I couldn't stand him having another woman, but he
told me he'd be more than happy to share me with others as long as I didn't refuse.
Oh my god! He treated me so well, allowing us to maintain a special relationship; I absolutely loved him!
After we made love, James told me that if I were to have sex with any of the guys in the office, my boss,
Fran, would be the best choice. First, he was married, so there would be no emotional connection, just pure physical
satisfaction. Second, because he was my boss, satisfying him sexually would be
very beneficial to my job and promotion; even if he refused, I could threaten to tell his wife to make him comply. Finally, and
most importantly, Fran was very handsome.
From then on, I started paying special attention to Fran, and soon I had more opportunities to test him.
One day, while I was photocopying in the copy room, the copier got stuck on something. I bent down to see what was
wrong and tried to remove the jammed paper. I was busy and didn't notice Fran had come in.
I bent over and took a few steps back, bumping into Fran. He patted my buttocks, his palm pressing against my
plump bottom, his fingers resting on my labia. I let out a soft moan, partly from surprise at his sudden
appearance , and partly from the excitement of his touch.
He apologized, saying he hadn't meant to touch me. I told him it was alright, remembering
James 's words. I emphasized again that I wasn't blaming him and told him that whether he did it on purpose or not, I genuinely
felt good. He seemed a little surprised to hear this.
I told him I had to bend down again to retrieve my photocopy from the copier, and if he wanted to touch me, he should let
me know first, so I wouldn't be startled or scream and let others hear.
He winked seductively and said, "I accidentally touched you just now, and you said it felt good. I'm curious to know how you'd feel
if I did it on purpose."
I immediately bent down, and his hand was already on my round buttocks; I just hoped he would go further.
He didn't disappoint me, as his fingers slid down to my labia. I felt excited,
my body trembling noticeably. Knowing I didn't object, he boldly slid his fingers further into my vagina,
while the rest of his fingers vigorously rubbed my buttocks.
Oh my god! That felt so good! But before I could fully enjoy the excitement his fingers were giving me, he
said someone could come in at any moment and told me to come to his office in a little while.
Before I got to his office, I had plenty of time to change. I wanted to look even sexier,
so I took a thin black mini-skirt and nylon stockings from my desk drawer and quickly slipped into
the bathroom to put them on.
While I was changing, I was constantly worried that his attitude might suddenly change. When I entered his office, he told me to close
my door. I was still worried that he might have changed his mind and was about to lecture me, warning me that it wasn't appropriate to dress so sexily and do such provocative things in
the office .
I started to relax, knowing that he wasn't going to reprimand me for my previous mischievous behavior, because he sat in his
chair, lecherously staring at me, praising my skirt, and telling me that I looked
sexier and prettier than before.
Suddenly, he dropped the pen he had been holding. "Please pick it up for me, okay, Xiaolin?"
I knew what he was thinking; he wanted to play with my beautiful buttocks again. My heart pounded with excitement.
I turned my back to him and bent down to pick up the pen he had deliberately dropped and give it back to him. From his angle, combined with my short skirt,
I knew he could see my exposed buttocks and my already wet vulva.
Fortunately, he didn't keep me waiting long. He placed his hot hand on my buttocks and
responded by caressing my throbbing labia with three fingers. Like a wanton harlot, I pressed my vulva against his
hand, and he immediately reached out with his left hand to rub my left breast, playing with my breast and vulva in almost the same rhythm.
I straightened my back and let my body soften, leaning completely against him, letting him fondle my body to his heart's content. I
enjoyed every second. Before long, his hand moved down my shirt, wantonly caressing my bare
breasts, while his other hand greedily played with my clitoris.
I climaxed instantly, squeezing his wrists tightly with my thighs and gripping his hand that was caressing my breasts. I leaned
back against his strong chest, his face against my neck, and through his pants, I could feel
his large penis already erect. I turned my face towards him, allowing him to slip his tongue into my open,
hungry mouth, while simultaneously unzipping his pants to release his restless member.
I took the initiative, grabbing his large penis with my hand—it felt amazing! Before, I had let him play with it as he
pleased , but now it was my turn to take the lead. I thought my husband would be
proud of me for being so wanton, but unfortunately, he wasn't here to admire his wife, dressed like a prostitute, seducing other men.
I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on his desk and pulling up my skirt to make it easier for him
to explore my wet slit. He immediately understood, spreading my buttocks with his hands, trying to penetrate me from behind.
As I wondered whether he would penetrate my anus or my vagina, his penis suddenly plunged quickly and deeply into
the very depths of my vagina. It took me to heaven! This was the first
penis , and I knew that to please my crazy husband, I would have to let many more penises penetrate me.
At first, I was a little disappointed that he didn't penetrate my anus, because that made me feel
lewd . But it didn't matter; I had decided to try again next time.
Then I focused on enjoying the pleasure of Fran's thick penis thrusting into my juicy vagina, while thinking about
how excited James would be when I told him about being fucked. His technique was so good that
he brought me to orgasm twice before he ejaculated.
Finally, he ejaculated inside my vagina, the hot semen scalding me and triggering the most intense
orgasm yet. I collapsed onto him, reveling in the afterglow of the orgasm. I felt his penis begin to soften, and
he gently kissed my neck and ears before withdrawing his penis.
Then, the intercom on Fran's desk rang. His secretary wanted him to sign some
documents . Luckily, she waited until we finished having sex before contacting Fran, otherwise we would have been in a real mess.
Fran told me to leave through the side door of his office, which led to an empty office next door, from where
I could return to the hallway. When I looked for Fran, his secretary happened to be away, meaning no one would know
we had been in the office together, much less what outrageous things we had done.
I quietly slipped back to my desk, grabbed another set of clothes, and went to the bathroom to change and clean myself.
Before washing my vagina, I savored the lingering taste of semen.
When I got back to my desk, I couldn't wait any longer. I immediately called James and "confessed" to him
what lewd things I had done with my boss. He was thrilled and told me he couldn't wait to take me
home , to fuck me hard while I told him every detail of my sex with Fran.
Before hanging up, he said I was slutty, but he loved me dearly as his wife. He even encouraged me to let
Fran .
With James's approval, I maintained a physical relationship with my boss. I allowed him
to do me however he wanted, however he pleased. From then on, I was not only recommended for
a promotion, but my salary also increased considerably.
My harlotry not only helped me advance my career, but also allowed me to fully enjoy the pleasures of sex. Most importantly
, it made my relationship with James unbreakable. I think I can be considered
the happiest woman in the world, don't you think?

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