[Husband, you forced me to cheat] (The End) Author: Weiwei20141987

Author: Weiwei 20141987
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I am 28 years old and work as an accountant in a state-owned enterprise. As of the day before yesterday, my husband and I have been married for exactly two years, and we
do
n't have children yet. These two years of marriage have brought me the sweetness of family life, but they have also made me feel the irritability of my petty-minded husband. My dear husband, I feel that my love for you is being slowly
devoured by your unreasonable and domineering behavior.

My husband and I met at a party three years ago. At that time, he had just returned from studying in the United States. He wasn't
like the stereotypical "sea turtle" (overseas returnee)—charming and talented. He was somewhat introverted, even a little dull, but
from his words and actions, I could sense that this man was stable, responsible, thoughtful, and cultured—
a good candidate for husband.

I initially thought that someone like him wouldn't likely be attracted to a career-oriented woman like me: socially adept,
sexy , mature, and generous—not fitting the traditional Chinese
expectation that women should be devoted to their husbands and children, confined to the home.

At the gatherings, my friends were all laughing and chatting, and our eyes would occasionally meet. His face would flush, but I assumed
he was like that with everyone, and we'd just exchange a smile.

However, after several gatherings, one evening on my way home, he texted me
:

"Weiwei, you're so beautiful. I had a few too many drinks earlier, and I'm a little dizzy. I can't help it; I want to
confess my feelings for you. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Can we date?"

This sudden confession flustered me; I didn't know how to reply.

I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend about a month prior, and my parents hoped I would get married soon, as
I was 25. After much deliberation, I decided that although I didn't know him very well,
it was okay to date him first. So I replied with a surprised emoji and added, "This is
n't just a drunken joke, is it?"

He immediately replied, "Heaven and earth bear witness to my heart; how could I be fooled by mere alcohol?!" And

so our relationship began.

At first, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. His character was pretty much as I initially judged;
although he could be a bit naive at times, he was always tolerant and considerate, which deeply moved me.

I also discovered that while he was somewhat introverted, he actually had considerable courage and a
humorous side. Plus, one of my best friends was his classmate and always spoke highly of him to me, so I gradually
accepted him from the bottom of my heart.

Once, we traveled to another city and stayed overnight in a hotel.

We only booked one room, and although there were two beds, I was prepared to accept him completely, even bringing
birth control pills .

I wasn't a virgin anymore; I had been sexually active for almost two years with my previous boyfriend.
But my ex-boyfriend always used condoms.

As for my fiancé, I decided to take the medication (we agreed not to have children for now). At that time,
I was certain he was the man for me, and for our first time, I wanted him to fully enjoy
the pleasure of flesh against flesh, to let his essence enter my body, even though I knew the medication was bad for my health.

However, we only kissed once. He said he didn't want to take advantage of me before marriage, as that
would make him seem dishonest. I was deeply moved that there were still such traditional men in this era.

Time flew by, and we soon got our marriage certificate. The first point of discord after marriage was also in our sex life.

Our wedding night, which should have been a precious moment, left me feeling disappointed. I didn't feel any
love from my husband. He simply touched my breasts and vagina, didn't even kiss me, and
went , then held me tightly. After a few rough rounds, he surrendered.

Of course, I think he had little dating experience and even less experience with women, plus he was nervous and had been drinking
, so he probably underperformed this time.

On our wedding night, not wanting to be upset, we comforted each other and went to sleep.

As life went on, our understanding of each other deepened. My husband is indeed a talented and
capable man, impeccable in his work, and our parents are both wealthy, so our
little family isn't financially strained.

He even takes care of all the housework, making me feel like I've found a rare, perfect
man .

However, problems persisted in our sex life. In the months following our marriage, we made love frequently, and he no longer
lasted as long as the first time, at least twenty minutes. But foreplay, caresses, and interaction with
me still seemed problematic. For some reason, my husband was less communicative during sex than usual. My face
, my 36C breasts, and my large, perky buttocks seemed like mere decorations to him; all he cared about was
my clitoris.

Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and hinted at my thoughts to him after we finished one night. My husband is a smart man and
immediately understood what I meant. He said okay, he would definitely improve.

Later, he did improve a lot; he would give me oral sex, pinch my breasts, and bite my nipples. Although I
felt he still couldn't compare to my ex-boyfriend, we were husband and wife after all, and there was no need to be too demanding about these things. A simple, peaceful
life is the best!

And so, the wheel of fate continued to turn.

As time went by, the life of the young couple gradually became calm and stable.

My husband's biggest vice gradually surfaced: his almost insane paranoia.

For the first six months of our marriage, he was relatively normal. Although he would often ask me some trivial questions about my
whereabouts , what I did at work, what my weekend plans were, or whether I knew anyone
—I didn't pay much attention. We were newly married, so it was bound to be a little clingy. This meant my husband cared about me a lot, and I was
quite happy for a time.

However, after about six months, my husband's paranoia worsened. He was naturally sensitive and always thought
the worst . To be honest, I was often baffled by him.

He would say all sorts of nonsense, such as: "You're so beautiful, don't any male colleagues
or bosses at your company have feelings for you?" With your sex appeal, you must have plenty of men trying to pick you up when you're out shopping or traveling, right?

I don't know where his suspicions come from, but there's always a reason behind everything. I wanted to understand his
true thoughts through communication. My husband didn't refuse to talk to me, but it seemed these thoughts
were just his imagination, stemming from his insecurity.

I was a little confused; why would a man as good as him in every way be so insecure? My husband
replied that it was because I was too beautiful. At the time, I was quite happy. A woman dresses up for the one she loves, and having
a husband who thinks you're one in a million—isn't that something a woman should be grateful for?

However, the more outstanding my husband thought I was, the more insecure he became. He seemed to be a proponent of the "individualistic evil" theory, but
only within my social circle. He cared a great deal about everything and everyone related to me and would
investigate it thoroughly.

When I talked to him, he seemed to mean that every man who knew me, even teenage boys, was after
me. He said very seriously that all the men I dated only wanted to sleep with me… I
was truly speechless.

However, my husband generally gets along well with others in daily life. It's just that when it comes to me, he
always gets nervous and puts on a highly guarded state.

Of course, his suspicions aren't entirely unfounded. After all, I'm a young woman with a striking appearance and figure,
and I don't deny that sometimes among the men I interact with, there are a few admirers or even lecherous men.

Sometimes when my husband asks me, I really want to tell him the truth. Actually, it's not a big deal. For a working woman,
dealing with these relationships is part of life. For example, at work, my boss did
make sexual advances towards me, but I couldn't just quit because of that, could I?

Or, for example, once when I was filling up the gas station, a passing employee touched my buttocks, and so on.

But when I see his anxious, even angry, look, I swallow my words.

I just tell him: "Honey, I'm not as stunningly beautiful as you think. You love me, so you
think I'm gorgeous, but I'm not actually that attractive.

" But the situation gets worse and worse. The more I try to comfort him, the more suspicious he becomes. Later, he even
invades my privacy, checking my phone and computer. He would go to great lengths to inquire about and probe any number I had ever contacted,
trying to find out if the person had any improper relationship with me.

He didn't know my Momo password, so he created an account and added all my friends,
probing them one by one, even female accounts, assuming they were men.

From this point on, I began to find his rudeness unbearable, because I felt he was invading my privacy and damaging
my image on social media.

Later, he even tried to contact people at my company to find out about my so-called "situation" there.

After numerous unsuccessful attempts to communicate with him, I became increasingly intolerant.

Over time, my male and female colleagues at work would point and whisper about me, as if I had indeed
done that my husband was investigating.

I was often heartbroken and secretly cried because of this pressure.

I began to doubt whether we were suitable for each other. But I still didn't want to give up on this marriage, and I still
tried to change my husband, but I often ended up having to compromise.

Later, he demanded that I take photos of every place I went and send them to him, and I actually agreed.
It made me feel like a professional photographer, taking pictures everywhere…

He tried to control my every move, making me feel like I was under surveillance 24/7, with no
freedom at all.

My husband's personality isn't like most men who would yell or shout when they're unhappy; he
prefers bottle it up. For example, if he's unhappy with something I do, he won't
scold or restrict me in a very macho way, but he'll just silently grieve, which I find heartbreaking. But I have to tell him, "Honey,
you're making things up, worrying unnecessarily!"

Two weeks ago, our company went on a trip to a seaside city. Before we left, he kept asking me how long we'd be gone, how many people
were going, how many men and women, whether we'd be swimming, etc.

I told him everything I knew at the time: about a week, four men and five women, we'd be going to
the beach , and we'd probably be swimming. I could tell he was a little unhappy when he heard I was going to swim. I didn't want him to worry,
so I told him I wouldn't be wearing a bikini or swimming; I'd just be playing on the beach.

Later, when we arrived, everyone changed into their swimsuits and prepared to go swimming, but I just stood there awkwardly
on the beach, looking very out of place. Eventually, I felt so embarrassed that I finally changed into
my swimsuit went swimming too…

A few days later, I came home to find my husband looking unhappy. It turned out he had taken a day off from work and secretly
followed me! He said he had also been secretly watching me on the beach. I was immediately upset, and he was even more
upset, saying I had broken my promise to go swimming!

I had no choice but to apologize, but he admitted that he had been watching me and nothing had happened.

I was relieved he didn't know about some things that had happened during that time. Several times while I was swimming, my boss secretly
groped me, touching my breasts. Later, for several nights, he texted me,
directly tempting . At that time, he had a room to himself, and he asked me to come to his room after everyone else had fallen asleep.

Of course, I refused. But unlike my previous rejections, my tone wasn't as harsh.
Because I'm human too, a woman. I need freedom, and I also need a man's gentle comfort.

Just the day before yesterday, the last straw broke the camel's back.

My husband seemed to have completely forgotten that it was our second wedding anniversary. He was just working at the company while
chatting with me. He wanted to video call me as usual, but I refused, saying the home internet seemed to be down.

Actually, I couldn't answer anyway, because at that moment I was wearing the sexy lingerie my boss gave me, sitting on top of him,
my vagina tightly wrapped around his thick penis…

Yes, right there on the bed directly below our wedding photo, on our second wedding anniversary, I was
conquered by another man. When his enormous glans fiercely ejaculated his semen inside my vagina,
I reached my first real orgasm since our marriage.

[The End]

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