[How far is one from a dead end after committing adultery to this extent?] (The End) Author: Tianyi Youai

Author: Tianyi Youai
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. This is our ninth affair.

It's not that we didn't have enough opportunities, time, or money; it's just that we
both believe in fate: the destiny between two people is finite, and so is their happiness. When
happiness comes, we should turn it on a little, like a tap, letting the water flow slowly and carefully, savoring that feeling of excitement.
We shouldn't push everything to the extreme.

For the sake of forever, our affair only happens four times a year, following the seasons. In spring, with her natural beauty and
pink attire, I can appreciate her fresh and lovely appearance; in summer, in her flowing dress, I can appreciate her captivating beauty; in
autumn, in her white clothes and red scarf, I can appreciate her understated elegance; in winter, in her fine coat and high boots, I can appreciate her
noble demeanor. In her life, we each have our own families, and we can only walk side by side like parallel lines, each busy with our own lives,
knowing each other but never intersecting.

This city was very familiar to both of us. After getting off the bus, we found a cosmetics store. Actually,
I didn't know much about women's cosmetics; I just thought expensive meant good. I picked up the most expensive set in the store, asked
the price, paid immediately, grabbed some food and drinks from a roadside shop, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to
the hotel . Having an affair is actually the same as being a thief—the simpler and faster the process, the better.

After checking into the room, I excitedly called her. On the other end of the line, she was just like the
first we met: she chuckled shyly, saying nothing, only listening to me tell her which
hotel and room.

I quickly hung up and immediately took a shower and washed up. Having traveled a long way, I hoped that when she appeared
before me, I would look radiant and full of energy.

Then I lay in bed, drinking a beverage, half-asleep, listening intently to any
sounds , constantly checking my phone.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels clicked in the hallway, followed by two soft knocks on the door. It was
our agreement: if she came, she would knock once, never a third time.

My heart pounded. I jumped out of bed. The door opened a crack, and she squeezed in. Seeing me naked
, she smiled shyly and playfully slapped me. I closed the door, then pulled her into my arms, my erection
pressing hard against her genitals.

It had been so long since we'd seen each other, and I smelled that familiar yet strange scent again.

We walked to the bed, embracing and kissing.

I grabbed her bag and placed it on the bed, then ripped off her lower garment and thrust into
her, holding her buttocks. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Turning back to me, she said, "You're so mean to sneak up on me like that."
I smiled at her, "You're so beautiful, I couldn't resist when I saw you. I love your
natural, ." Of course, I meant it sincerely. I also had an unspoken wicked motive: I wanted
to find the scent of another man in her, to gauge her relationship with her husband
. If the scent was absent or barely noticeable, I could infer her distant feelings for him. At the same time,
I wanted to see her reaction to me. It

's the same with men and women; when the heart isn't there, the other person won't leave much of a mark on the other's body or mind.
This psychological rejection means it won't have any impact.

After a brief moment of psychological shyness and slight physical resistance, she fully enjoyed my sneak attack,
actively cooperating. My heart skipped a beat. I held her fair, delicate buttocks and began to thrust even faster.
Our hearts were intertwined.

Then, I pinned her to the bed, slowly pulling down her lower garment with both hands. I flipped her over and
thrust my penis into her from the front. She willingly took off her high heels and completely removed her lower garment, tossing it onto
another bed, her legs raised high and spread wide. Everything was fully displayed before me. I pushed her down,
kneeling on the bed, and began thrusting with all my might. This position was very effective for a man; my hard, dark red penis plunged in deeply and then
fully withdrew, thrusting rapidly and forcefully. Watching her labia close and open, completely engulfing my penis,
appearing and disappearing wantonly, pleasure flowed through her body, and more and more semen gathered on my penis. Looking at
the woman beneath me, willing to be lost in passion for me, I couldn't help but feel proud.

Thinking about everything this lovely woman had done for me truly moved me. In the two years since our affair began, except for the first
time when we were caught off guard and I had to use a condom, every time afterward she always chose a date, coming to see me during her safe period
, allowing me to ejaculate inside her without restraint. Our last affair was a chance encounter, outside of her safe period.
For my pleasure, she didn't stop me from ejaculating inside her without a condom. Afterwards, she went to the pharmacy to take emergency contraception and
even let her husband ejaculate inside her once. Of course, she mentioned this unintentionally during an online chat later.
As our relationship deepened, her intelligence and love for me constantly moved me.

What moved me even more was that every time we met, she would check the calendar and tell me which days were her safe period,
then ask me to confirm which day was convenient for us to meet. If the safe period was too long, she would always gently comfort me
, telling me sweetly that she missed me too, but her body was
n't
available. It was as if she owed me a lot of favors, but actually, she was the woman, and she gave more. Once sperm is inside a woman, the man can wash his hands of it; the woman always bears all the risks. A few times I considered using a condom, but she objected so firmly.
After I ejaculated inside her, I gratefully expressed my concerns, and she gently whispered in my ear: "It's what I wanted;
I wanted your essence inside me." I love you, I'm willing to be pathetic for you. "We're colleagues. Besides being good to me
, she's extremely disciplined in her personal life.

Just before I ejaculated, I quickly pulled the rod out. She snapped out of her throes of orgasm, staring at
the white fluid on my rod pointing at her genitals, the man pressing down on her, her intact top and disheveled lower body.
She couldn't help but cover her eyes, feeling embarrassed.

She pushed me away, put on her shoes, and ran to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she took off her top piece by piece, handing it to me. With only her bra left, she covered her genitals with both hands,
feigning anger, and said, 'Aren't you going out?' I said, 'No,' putting the clothes on
the bed and helping her take off her bra. Then I adjusted the water temperature for her. She started showering, letting me touch her and...
What a joke. Finally, naked, she struck a few sexy poses in front of me and said, "This lady has finished her sex show;
please leave." Then, without another word, she pushed me out.

I laughed and lay down on the bed to wait for her. A little while later, she came out, wearing only a towel, her body's curves even more clearly displayed
.

I pulled her onto the bed, ripped off her towel, covered her with the blanket, and held her in my arms, naked before me.
My heart was pounding, and pleasure coursed through my body.

She hugged me tightly and whispered, "I don't know why, but in front of you, I want to
give you everything. I have no shame at all." I couldn't help but laugh. "I love you, my little darling, you're so
good to me." "Aren't women also hopelessly in love with a man? They seem even crazier than men. They're willing
to let that man do anything for them, and they're willing to do anything for that man. That's my current state."

Hearing the woman I love say sweet words is truly a pleasure. The last few times, I was always the one talking and she was listening; this time,
it seemed like she was talking to me, and I was listening.

Then I rolled over and pinned her down. She pushed me away a little and said, "Don't rush, let me see how your
thing goes inside me." I pulled the blanket all the way back, moved it slightly, and faced the mirror on the bedside table so she
could see the whole process.

The hard, thick rod slowly parted her labia, then pushed in step by step until her body
swallowed "It's so thick and long when it's hard, and it's all in." Her words aroused me greatly,
and I started thrusting quickly, kissing her. She playfully said, "I want to see more, I want to see the whole process of my man possessing me.
I can think about it in detail when I have nothing to do." She even took out her phone to take pictures. I said, "Baby, if you keep these
things on your phone, it'll cause trouble sooner or later." She sighed and said, "Yeah, but I just want
to ."

I didn't reply and started to do it seriously. I tried to control my desire, trying
to prolong the time of lovemaking as much as possible, changing positions from time to time: front thrust, back thrust, straight thrust, rotation, fast and slow, deep and shallow.
After about twenty minutes of this exercise, her face grew increasingly red, her breathing heavier, and her body
reacted more intensely, she couldn't stop moaning. Finally, she wrapped her legs around mine, her hands tightly holding me.
"Don't move, don't move," she cried, and began to writhe beneath me. She gasped for breath, her body drenched in sweat,
her body stiff, her vagina throbbing intensely deep inside.

Then she released her arms and legs, spreading them wide, completely surrendering herself to me. I knew she
had climaxed, and I could do as I pleased.

She had a fantastic figure; she was often the lead dancer in the square dances. I had seen her dance before, and perhaps
because , her performance had garnered countless cheers. Later, I called to tell her how well she danced, and how she didn't want
other men to see her beauty. She never danced again, and without her, the dance troupe disbanded.

I pulled her legs up, trying to join them as closely as possible. She seemed to sense my intentions, stretching her
arms and legs together, forming a split, which truly amazed me.

"I am yours, and I only want you to see my beauty." I could feel her love for me. I
held her thighs with both hands, each thrust bringing a unique pleasure. This was something I had never experienced before. Looking at her, I suddenly
had an impulse to grow old with her.

Perhaps the stimulation was too great, because after a few thrusts, I couldn't control myself and said breathlessly, "Baby, I'm going to cum."
She closed her eyes, her body slightly raised, trying her best to meet my ejaculation.

After I finished, I said, "My little darling, I want you to call me husband." She wrapped her legs around my hips and
hooked her arms around my neck. She said, "Do you want me to call you that?" I nodded. "Husband, I love you."

We looked into each other's eyes. Thinking about reality, our situation, how we met too late in this life by some twist of fate, we both started to shed tears
.

Then she told me to lie down. "An'an, rest for a while. Don't say anything, just listen to me talk to you,
honey We've been together for so long, and you've never asked about him. Today I'll tell you about him.
He really can't compare to you. Actually, at first, I really didn't compare him to you. I always hoped to be a good wife,
but I could never stop my wild heart. You're too outstanding, just like the man I want in my heart.
I've tried to find his good points, and I have many, but my thoughts always lean towards you. Every time we make love, it's
like my private parts recognize people; they always feel stiff and unresponsive. At those times, I think about who's inside me.
" When I think of you, I always feel guilty. I feel like my body should belong to you, and no
longer to anyone else. I've tried to cooperate with him, but my mind just can't go back to him. In this life, I never thought
of cheating; I only thought of following my husband wherever he went. But after meeting you, I thought of being wantonly promiscuous. If
people find out in the future, I'll tell the world that I'm promiscuous, that I'm a bad woman, and that I'm happy to be. My heart is with you,
and I can never go back. One day without you, I'll wither like a flower. Now, everyone says I'm getting more and more
beautiful, and I know it's all thanks to you." She couldn't go on, and her tears dripped onto my arm
.

I wiped away her tears. She rolled over and said, "Let's take a gamble, marry me." She shook her head and said,
"It's too late, it's not easy." "My heart is the same as yours, but if we live
to sixty, we still have almost thirty years left. How can we live with this mindset? We can endure it for a year or two,
but what about thirty years? What will we do? Can you endure it? Every time we meet, our feelings deepen. This time, when we
met, I didn't even feel guilty towards my other half. Isn't that a sign? Before, I asked you to call me '
husband ,' but you never did. Today, it seems so natural. Darling, if our hearts can't go back,
how will we live in the future? Will we die of depression? Are we just going to end it all like this for the next six months?"

"Brother, this isn't a small matter, don't tempt me."

I was speechless. "Let's discuss it later." I could exchange anything, but what about the children? If it really comes to
that , what will happen to the children? I really don't dare to think about it anymore. For the sake of the children, where will our hearts
find peace?

Faced with such a wonderful woman, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I quickly held them back, not letting them fall.

I rolled over, pressed her onto the bed, buried my head between her legs, and began to give her oral sex. She resisted
, trying to stop me, but I loved her. I held her hands down and licked her from top to bottom, bit by bit.
I moved down, nibbling at her pubic bone with my teeth, licking her climax with my tongue, parting her labia and inserting
as far as possible into her core, then spreading outwards, licking all the way to her inner thighs.
The fragrance of her body intoxicated me. I licked until she lay stiffly on the bed, involuntarily moaning.

Then I thrust my penis in hard.

She could only moan and gasp for breath. Her juices flowed from her vagina, soaking my penis.

After the battle, she slowly came to her senses. I wanted to see her expression, but she covered her face, refusing
to let me see, and softly said, "Am I no longer a lady in front of you? I really don't want
to show ." "Do you want me to do it?" "Husband, I think, for the rest of my life, I only want you
to do me. My body only belongs to you."

She pressed her head against my chest and said softly.

"Yes, I want you too, I want you to be my wife."

"I'm willing to be your wife. I don't care about anything else, just being your wife. I want to have your children."

I was speechless.

At that moment, she tilted her head, lowered it, and took my limp penis into her mouth. She swallowed it whole,
teasing it with her tongue. I quickly pulled her away, but she pushed me away, saying, "I'm willing, I like it. I love you, I love
everything ."

She kept it in her mouth, talking to me intermittently, occasionally licking it, occasionally gently
biting it.

My heart melted. This woman was so captivating, my beloved. Could we be husband and wife?
Reality held too many constraints; I couldn't answer, nor dared to answer. My tears flowed silently.

Later, after one unforgettable, passionate encounter after another, I still had to go back.

Watching her reluctantly leave, my tears streamed down my face.

Recently, I asked to meet her again. I really miss her, and I really have the urge to make us husband and wife again.

She said, "Under these circumstances, I won't see you. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. What if I don't want
to come back to the family? What will we do then? Husband, I miss you too. But..."

Having gone this far with our affair, how far are we from a dead end?

Fellow wolves, what should we do?

[The End]

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