I'm sorry, husband.

There's a saying: "Women at thirty are like tigers, at forty like wolves." This is absolutely true. I'm thirty-two now, and I married him seven years ago. He's a manager at his company, fair-skinned and very energetic. I'm also quite attractive, 166cm tall with 34C breasts.
To enjoy our life as a couple, we didn't have children. My husband has always loved me very much, especially in that area. He's always energetic, making love to me three or four times a day, and he has many tricks up his sleeve. He often brings home porn and sex toys. At first, I wasn't used to it, but after a while, I started to enjoy it. Every time we have sex, I can reach orgasm 2-3 times, and I still feel exhausted the next day.
Under my husband's "training" for six or seven years, my libido is extremely high. A few months ago, my husband started traveling frequently for work, often for one or two weeks at a time. During these times, I often felt incredibly sexually frustrated. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I started going to bars and KTVs almost every night to drink and party. On the third day of my husband's business trip, I welcomed my first man besides him since our marriage. That evening, right after dinner, I went to a bar wearing black stockings, a short skirt, white high heels, and carrying a handbag. Perhaps because it was still early, the bar wasn't crowded, so I ordered a drink by myself. As time passed, I noticed a man staring at me from a couples' booth in the corner of the bar. My heart pounded, and finally, he made his move. He walked towards me. He was tall and looked very sunny, giving off a warm feeling. With just a few words, he made me laugh. Moreover, I found myself wanting him to ravage me. Finally, under his teasing words and my own loneliness, I left the bar with him and booked a room nearby.
As soon as he entered the room, he picked me up and pressed me against the wall, kissing my neck and exposed skin on my chest repeatedly. His hands slipped under my skirt, caressing my thighs and buttocks. I let him hold me, enjoying his kisses and caresses, feeling my vagina gradually become wet. After putting me down, he began to undress. Then he carried me to the bed, his large hands roughly kneading my breasts. He unhooked my bra, exposing my 34C breasts to the air. Facing his fiery gaze, my face flushed. He kept kissing me, while his large hands had already begun to explore my private parts. By the time he pulled down my panties, my vagina was already soaking wet. When I saw his penis, my face flushed again. His penis was huge, longer and thicker than my husband's. I used my hand to stroke his penis, rubbing the glans. After a while, he turned over and placed his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I thought he was going to penetrate me, so I spread my legs and lifted them up, using my hands to part my labia and expose my vulva, which was hidden in my pubic hair, to welcome his penis. He didn't rush to penetrate me, but instead rubbed the glans back and forth inside my vagina, arousing my lust. The desire to penetrate but not being able to was simply torturous. A lot of fluid flowed out of my vagina, wetting a small patch of the bed sheet. Finally, he inserted his large penis into my vagina. A jolt of electricity spread through my body. The head of his penis felt incredibly pleasurable, tingling as it reached my cervix. He lifted my legs and thrust in and out in a wheelchair position, each thrust deeper than the last. Each time he pulled out, a little fluid came out, and I could see many sticky droplets clinging to his pubic hair. With his vigorous thrusting, I cried out loudly, waves of pleasure washing over me, numbing my entire body. Several tens of minutes later, he let out a low growl, his body trembling. I felt a warm sensation in my vagina; I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished, he carried me into the bathroom, and we took a bath together. During the bath, he kept caressing my breasts and vagina. Soon, his penis became erect again, and finally, we had sex again in the bathroom.
That night, I didn't go home. I had sex with him in the hotel room about three or four times, during which I unexpectedly reached orgasm many times. At dawn, we had sex again. Afterward, we exchanged phone numbers before leaving.
Later, he became my sexual partner for a long time. Whenever my husband went on a trip, I would call for him. Every time I thought about his big penis, I would feel aroused and want to be ravaged by him. However, when I thought of my husband, I felt ashamed. This continued until my husband was transferred to work abroad, and I went abroad with him, at which point we lost contact.

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