Extramarital affair

This post was last edited by duiyun on 2009-5-2 13:23.

That night, when I returned home, I opened the door and walked into the living room. The house was silent. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind, startling me so much I turned pale.

"Who are you!" I yelled.

"Jingjing, it's me! I'm home!" my husband said.

"You scared me to death! I thought it was a thief who broke in." "I just got home too," my husband said, kissing my neck

. Soon, his hands gripped my breasts, and he gently nibbled at my earlobe. The man I had missed every night for three months was now embracing me, his hands teasing my sensitive areas.

I felt my vulva become wet again. He held me tightly, kissing my ear. He reached into my panties, and I struggled desperately. He eagerly carried me to the sofa, my heart pounding. Under his intense caresses, I desperately wanted him to pull down my panties and insert his penis into my vagina.

When my hands touched his thick, hard penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my vaginal lubrication increased dramatically. When his hands caressed my wet vulva, my whole body went limp.

My cheeks burned, and I felt utterly powerless, letting him lay me horizontally on the sofa. He pulled down my panties, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and slowly inserted his thick, hard penis into my vagina.

I finally felt fulfilled.

He began to thrust, his strokes powerful, as if making up for three months of lack. I felt a tightness in my chest. My husband, seeing the satisfied expression on my face, became even more smug. His movements quickened.

When I reached the peak of ecstasy, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and at that moment, my husband suddenly ejaculated into my vagina. His ejaculated penis throbbed inside my vagina many times. He lay on top of me, leaving his penis inside me without pulling it out, continuing to enjoy the throbbing within my vagina. I began to feel the pressure from his penis slowly subside, but I still wanted more.

"Honey, I want more." "Take a shower first and cook me a midnight snack. The whole night is yours," my husband said with a gentle pinch on my nose.

When I rushed back to the bedroom, my husband was already fast asleep, and I couldn't wake him no matter how much I shook him. Men are all like that; they take care of themselves without considering how others feel.

My husband is the factory manager of a company stationed in Shanghai. He only comes back for seven days every three months. I used to be alone at home, but I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I found a job in insurance sales. During the day, I don't overthink things at work, but the loneliness I feel when I'm alone at home at night is indescribable.

I watched a late-night HBO movie on TV.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Xiao Yang calling.

"Ah, why are you calling so late?" "Oh! Jingjing, I'm sorry, you're still awake, aren't you?" "What's up?" "Jingjing, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner." Xiao Yang's voice was magnetic; every word he said was irresistible.

"How about this? Tomorrow night, at the coffee shop in the National Hotel, I'll wait for you at 6:30." Before I could decide, his words had already made up his mind: "I won't disturb your sleep, goodbye." His short and cheerful invitation left me with no choice but to accept. I slowly put down the phone, a wave of confusion washing over me. If I accepted, I would clearly be stepping into the danger zone of marriage, but could I refuse?

Four years after our marriage, my husband was sent to Shanghai, leaving me all alone in Taichung. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went on, all sorts of problems surfaced. I had originally wanted to have a child for companionship, but after my miscarriage, I had given up on that idea. I cried alone in the hospital for three days.

I met Xiao Yang at a dinner party. He was a car salesman, and the majority of my property insurance business involved vehicles. He entered my life just six months after my miscarriage. After the year-end party at Lianyuan that year, everyone went to a karaoke bar until 1 a.m. After paying the bill, Xiao Yang volunteered to drive me home.

Along the way, his conversation revealed his extensive knowledge; he could speak eloquently without becoming dull.

When we stopped at a red light, he gently cupped my face in his hand and said, "I love you!" His words were simple, yet they struck me like a thunderbolt. My heart pounded, and I didn't know how to react.

I gazed into his eyes, which were filled with deep affection, yet I was so confused and at a loss for words. I even closed my eyes and waited, my lips dry and my heart racing.

Finally, he kissed me, his thick, passionate lips pressing against mine. I was so nervous and flustered, like a child who had done something wrong. He kissed my lips, my face, my ears, and then my lips again. I felt a wave of dizziness and weakness wash over me.

I couldn't resist his passionate breath; I couldn't deny that I liked his touch. He stroked my cheeks, my thighs, my navel, and even reached inside my clothes to touch my breasts.

A feeling of guilt made me freeze suddenly. I pushed him away and lowered my head.

"No, I already have a husband." He didn't force me, sitting still beside me. We just sat there in the dim light of the car, lost in thought. The cars behind us honked and hurried on. Just as we passed the redevelopment zone, Xiao Yang suddenly stopped the car and hugged me again. I couldn't help myself, and we rubbed, kissed passionately, and caressed each other's bodies.

He impulsively lifted my clothes and kissed my breasts. We couldn't suppress our desires, and our passionate caresses were incredibly arousing. He reached under my skirt and touched my vulva.

"Ah! No! You can't!" I said,

but undeniably, alcohol makes people bolder, and now we both needed each other.

It was the first time I'd been touched and kissed by a man other than my husband, and I felt both shocked and afraid. Xiao Yang lowered the back of my electric seat, lifted my tight skirt, and began kissing my legs through my stockings. I trembled uncontrollably, feeling like it was my first time with my husband. I let his lips and hands roam over my body, stroking my feet and kissing me incessantly, while pulling my hand to his penis.

When my hand touched his penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my vagina began to secrete fluid. When his hand touched my slightly moist area, my whole body went limp.

Xiao Yang clumsily tried to pull down my stockings and panties, but I was too nervous to move because of the cramped car. Eventually, he tore them open and began licking my labia, occasionally nibbling and tugging at my thick pubic hair. When he teased my clitoris with his tongue, I was overwhelmed by desire. I gripped his hair tightly and swayed my hips, trying to get his tongue to lick my clitoris deeply. My breathing grew heavier and heavier.

For the past six months since my miscarriage, my husband hadn't allowed me to touch him when he came home. All that pent-up desire finally erupted. My cheeks burned, and my body gradually weakened. Xiao Yang used a pillow to elevate my hips, then used his hand to guide the head of his penis, tentatively rubbing it against my labia. He then moistened the head with saliva and slowly inserted his erect penis into my vagina.

However, because his shape was slightly different from my husband's, the slightly curved penis occasionally touched my G-spot. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and after a series of vigorous thrusts, I orgasmed. I released my grip and weakly lay back on the chair. Xiao Yang, still drunk, showed no sign of stopping, continuing to thrust into my vagina.

His relentless assault showed no sign of abating. I was truly exhausted, muttering to myself. Finally, he ejaculated a large amount of semen into my body.

I lay there, stunned, my conscience compelling me to sob. Xiao Yang used tissues from the car to wipe my genitals.

Seeing me still crying and motionless, he covered me with his coat and drove off.

I wrapped myself tightly in Xiao Yang's coat and returned to my apartment, terrified the building manager would see my torn stockings. Once inside, I went straight to the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror, still feeling the effects of our passion. Xiao Yang's semen, left in my vagina, was sticky and dripping down my genitals. I washed myself repeatedly. I'm a slutty woman; I've wronged my husband. I've had sex with another man. The inner turmoil kept me awake all night.

The next day, I endured the sleepless night and went to work. All morning, I suspected my colleagues were looking at me strangely, at this slutty woman. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I held back until noon, quickly packed my things, and left.

My husband's long-distance call startled me awake. Feeling guilty, I stammered as I spoke to him. My husband, who was far away in Shanghai, thought I was sick and wanted to come back early. I hurriedly explained some lies I had never told before. (This post was edited by Zero Degree Longing on 2015-09-27 07:18)

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