The real experiences of several housewives having their first affair

The Real Experiences of Several Housewives' First Infidelity
(Author: Unknown)
I'm a woman who grew up in the countryside, the kind of woman who's strikingly beautiful at first glance. I've been married for five years. My husband is a truck driver, often on long-distance transport trips. We love each other deeply, and I'm incredibly devoted to him. A year after our marriage, I gave birth to a boy. Due to national policy, I had an IUD inserted. My husband only comes home to see us every ten days or so, leaving just the two of us at home most of the time. As my child grew older, I sent him back to my parents' house to wean him. Since I'm unemployed and my child is with my parents, I'm often idle and lonely with my husband away. The nights alone in the empty house are especially unpleasant. My husband knows my struggles. He loves me very much, and to cheer me up, he's jokingly said to me a few times, "If you're really feeling down while I'm away on business, you can find a man to play with, but you absolutely mustn't let me know, and you absolutely must take precautions—make sure he wears a condom." Hearing him say this, I yelled at him, calling him crazy. However, I felt a sense of anticipation. One lonely evening, a friend invited me to dance, and I happily went with her. While dancing, my friend introduced me to a man named Ah Jun. Afterward, Ah Jun invited me to dance with him every night and often treated me to hot pot. Ah Jun was a tall and muscular man. Through frequent contact, I perceived him as having a great sense of humor; every word he spoke made people happy, so being with him was never tense. He spoke with great tact and acted with great order, so I became less wary of him and more fond of him. One evening after dancing, Ah Jun said to me, "Ah Fang, let me take you home." I happily nodded in agreement. Then, I followed him to his car. He got into the driver's seat, and I followed. He lit a cigarette and smoked it casually. He said, "These days, if you're going to date, you should look for a housewife, because housewives are the purest and most feminine." I asked him what he meant by that, and he said, "It's best not to touch women who are out in the streets, lest they explode and cause trouble!" I didn't understand what he meant. He continued, "Ah Fang, your skin is so white and tender, and you're so beautiful. I like you so much!" I said, "Ah Jun, don't say that. You know I have a husband." He said, "Okay, forget what I said earlier. I'll take you home!" I turned around to get out of the car, but he suddenly grabbed me tightly from behind and pushed me down onto the seat. I struggled fiercely, saying, "Ah Jun, don't do this! If my husband finds out, he'll kill me." He covered my mouth with one hand and whispered in my ear, "Don't scream. It's late at night, and if we get caught and taken to the police station, we'll be in big trouble." I thought, if I screamed and got caught and taken to the police station, it would really be a big deal. Then, he whispered to me again, "Ah Fang! I really like you so much. Don't worry! I'll definitely take you out to make lots and lots of money. Don't move, I just want to kiss you and touch you!" I tried to push him away, but he held me tightly, and the car swayed, so I didn't dare to push him anymore. It would be too embarrassing if we were really caught. Seeing that I no longer resisted, he showered my face and lips with kisses, and his hands slipped inside my shirt, caressing my full breasts. “Ah Fang, you’re so beautiful, I love you so much! Ah Fang, let me do it just once! I’ll definitely take you to make a fortune.” He rambled on, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling up my bra, revealing my full breasts. He then bent down to kiss my breasts, sucking on my nipples, muttering to himself, “Your breasts are so big and fat!” His hand slid down to my crotch, trying to slip it inside my pants. I immediately grabbed his hand and said, “Ah Jun, don’t do this. This is my first time. Let’s stop here! I want to go home.” He wouldn’t listen and insisted on putting his hand inside my pants. I said, “Ah Jun, I’m not the kind of woman you think I am. If you don’t listen, I’ll call for help.” He remained nonchalant, saying, “I’m not afraid of you calling for help. I’m not a local. I’ll be in jail for two or three days, but how will you explain it to your husband? If you’re not afraid, then go ahead and call!” His move was brilliant. Yes, I didn't dare shout. Sigh! Now I can only let things unfold as they will. But then I think, isn't that just how it is between men and women? It's not the first time anyway, so what's there to be afraid of? I already have an IUD. If this is the first and last time, my husband probably won't know. Besides, didn't my husband encourage me to find a man to sleep with? My relationship with Ah Jun was also permitted by my husband. Thinking this way, I stopped resisting. Sigh! Let nature take its course. I'll experience what it's like to have an affair! In that instant, without me even realizing it, he had pulled my pants down to my knees. His hand immediately touched my mons pubis, and after a few strokes, he exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! You're a beauty, a rare beauty!" I asked him, puzzled, what he meant by "beauty." He kissed me and said, "I really didn't expect you to be so shaved, a 'white tiger'! You don't know that nine out of ten women have hair, but someone like you is one in ten! I'm so lucky!" His hands continued to knead my shaved mons pubis, his mouth constantly kissing my face, lips, ears, and so on. His hands then moved to my breasts, kneading them like balloons. His tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine. His hands then slid back to my mons pubis, gently kneading that bald spot, muttering to himself, "A white tiger's bun is so plump!" He impatiently got up and took off his pants, then pressed himself against me. In the darkness, I felt something hot, like a copper rod, pressing against my lower abdomen. I couldn't see what his penis looked like—whether it was thick or small, long or short. Oh well! Size and length didn't matter. I just hoped he'd finish quickly, like my husband, so we could leave this horrible place. If we lingered and got discovered, it would be all over. He calmly held his penis against my mons pubis, moving it back and forth between my inner thighs. Because the driver's cab was narrow, I couldn't spread my legs too wide. He gently pushed the head of his penis against my opening a few times, but couldn't penetrate. Then I realized his glans was stuck at the entrance, as if it were blocked. He couldn't enter me. I didn't know if it was because I wasn't wet enough or if his glans was too big to fit. But then I wondered if my legs weren't open wide enough, hindering his penetration. However, the environment here limited my legs, so I reached down to part my fleshy labia, trying to widen the opening as much as possible. He was about to push his penis into my opening when he whispered in my ear, "Thank you! Don't worry, I'll give you a surprise!" I ignored him. His penis was already halfway in when suddenly he thrust forward, pushing the entire length inside. His penis was incredibly thick; I felt it completely filling my opening. But I didn't need to think about it. At this point, I just hoped he would ejaculate quickly and leave this place. However, Ah Jun acted nonchalantly, slowly thrusting his penis in and out while his hands caressed my breasts. He even pinched my nipples. I lay there motionless. In the darkness, we couldn't see each other's expressions. I could only feel his lips kissing my face and breasts, his hands kneading my fleshy breasts. To help him ejaculate quickly, I closed my legs, squeezing his penis tightly. His thrusting was gentle and rhythmic, not hurried at all. He gently pulled out his penis, then slowly and powerfully thrust it in all the way. His mouth slowly slid from my face to my breasts, his hands kneading them, making my nipples erect. Then he licked around my nipples with his tongue, then gently sucked on them. His sucking and licking made my whole body tingle with pleasure. At the same time, his penis, still inside me, continued to thrust in and out at a steady pace. Pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out again, thrusting in again. Each thrust was so gentle yet powerful, touching the deepest part of my body. Meanwhile, his tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine, a pleasurable sensation traveling from deep within my vagina and into my brain. My vagina became much damp, and a small amount of fluid was leaking out. He seemed to sense this, so he reached behind me and touched my perineum. Then, humorously, and almost to himself, he said breathlessly, "Persistence pays off! Finally, some water is coming out!" I asked, "What are you saying?"He was breathing heavily and said, "I said your meat bun is so fat! Those two pieces of meat are so elastic. Look, when I put it in, those two pieces of meat bounced my brother out!" At that moment, I knew very well who I was doing this to. The saying "a guilty conscience needs no accuser" was absolutely true. I was quite scared and had no mind to listen to his smooth talk. I really hoped that he could ejaculate immediately. I didn't dare stay any longer, but he continued to lick around my nipples with his tongue, his penis thrusting in and out slowly. His cock moved left and right, up and down inside my vagina, making me feel hot all over. Slowly, I felt that each time his cock went deep inside, his glans seemed to touch something deep inside my vagina, like an electric shock, and I would shudder. It felt very good. This went on and on, and gradually I felt more and more comfortable. My breathing became rapid, and it seemed like there was more and more fluid in my vagina. I felt light and airy. Only then did I realize that he was indeed different from my husband. His penis continued its rhythmic, unhurried insertion and withdrawal, each stroke gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. Each time it plunged deep inside, my body would involuntarily tremble, a sensation of indescribable pleasure. Without realizing it, I reached out and gripped his arm tightly. He seemed to sense this and slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. My pleasure intensified, and the fluid inside my vagina increased, overflowing with each thrust. So good, so very good. I released my grip on his arm and embraced his buttocks, involuntarily lifting my hips to match his thrusts. He thrust in forcefully, and I raised my hips to meet him. Seeing that I was cooperating with him, he panted heavily and said, "Ah Fang, I'm going to make you ecstatic, I'm going to make you never forget this night!" I felt like my vagina had widened. I just wanted his penis to thrust harder, faster, deeper. I held him tightly, and he thrust harder and harder, and my pleasure intensified with his rapid and forceful strokes. My breathing became more and more rapid, and the fluid inside my vagina gushed out like a torrent, flowing onto the car seat and wetting my buttocks. The harder he thrust, the deeper he went, the more pleasure I felt. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, and waves of pleasurable sensations spread from deep within my vagina throughout my body. My vaginal canal seemed to be widening, and I couldn't feel the intensity of his penis; it seemed as if it were very, very small. I couldn't tell if my vaginal canal had widened or his penis had shrunk. I squeezed my legs together tightly. Wow! It felt so good. We were both drenched in sweat. The faster he thrust, the faster my hips writhed. Each stroke of his was so powerful, piercing straight to my core. My body trembled, as if I were being electrocuted. I desperately wanted to keep his penis inside me, all the way to the hilt, never to be pulled out again. His breathing grew more and more rapid, his thrusts stronger and stronger. I had never felt so happy before. I felt like I was drunk, lightheaded, as if I were dreaming, hazy and confused. I couldn't tell which way was which, or where I was. I completely forgot that I was having an affair with another man. He made me feel so good that I really didn't want him to stop. I wanted this feeling to last forever. This feeling was simply indescribable. His penis was like a piston, thrusting and pounding wildly. I was lost in the moment, arching and lifting beneath him, my buttocks swaying like a sieve. I felt like I was floating, as if I had suddenly plummeted from a great height. My mind went blank, as if I had touched a 380-volt voltage. A powerful surge of heat shot into my hole, and at the same time, a most comforting warmth spread from the deepest part of my vagina throughout my entire body. I reached an unprecedented orgasm. Ah Jun was like a pile of mud on top of me. I don't know how long it was before my floating heart returned to the driver's seat. Ah Jun got off me, and I felt that my lower body was wet. We rested for a while, then got up and put on our clothes. Because of the pleasure and comfort just now, I was in a very good mood and very happy. I never expected that our first tryst would bring me to such extreme pleasure, reaching an unprecedented climax. I initially felt a attraction to him, even a little bit of liking him. I thought to myself, "If he asks me to make love again, I definitely won't refuse. I hope he'll come back and bring me pleasure and comfort again." Just then, Ah Jun asked me, "Ah Fang, how do I compare to your husband? Not bad, right?" I said, "How do you know my husband isn't as good as you?" He hugged me and said, "Definitely! Seeing how excited you were just now, I knew your husband probably never gave you this feeling, right?" Yes, in all the years of our marriage, my husband had never given me any pleasure, never such a wonderful feeling as tonight. I truly didn't know a man could make a woman so happy, so ecstatic. Ah! If only he were my husband, giving me pleasure day and night, that would be wonderful! Seeing that I hadn't answered him for a while, he asked, "Ah Fang, what are you thinking about?" I said, "Nothing!" He leaned close to my ear and gently asked, "Did you have fun tonight?" I blushed and nodded shyly. He continued, "Next time I'll make you even happier!" We quietly got out of the driver's seat, straightened our clothes, and walked out of the tobacco company's parking lot one after the other. I looked back and didn't see anyone else. I thought no one probably knew what happened tonight, thank God, and there would be a next time. I secretly looked forward to the next time. He put his arm around me, and we walked slowly. Then he took out some money from his pocket and gave it to me. I thought to myself, what do you take me for? I suddenly became furious, knocked the money out of his hand, and angrily said to him, "Who wants your money? What do you take me for!" He quickly picked up the money and said to me, "Ah Fang, you misunderstood! I was just grateful..." I interrupted him and said, "No matter what you say, I don't want to hear it. Take me home!" He quickly said to me, "I'm sorry, please don't be angry, okay?" He put his arm around me, and we didn't say a word. Before we knew it, we had arrived at the alley in front of my house. I said to him, "Jun, I'll stop here. You can go back now. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us." He hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead and eyes. I quickly pushed him away, and he said to me tenderly, "I'll come to see you again tomorrow night." I happily wrapped my arms around his waist. Wasn't tomorrow what I'd been looking forward to? My heart was sweeter than honey. I tiptoed and returned his kiss. He watched me enter the house before turning and leaving. Back in the house, it was past three in the morning. The house was still empty. I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, savoring how wonderful everything had just happened. Now I understood how incredible sex between men and women was. I finally understood what making love meant. But my husband and I had been married for several years, and our child was over a year old. Why had my husband never brought me to such an orgasm? Sex with my husband had never been as comfortable and pleasurable as tonight with Ah Jun. They were both men, so why did they give me such different feelings? One made me feel lightheaded, reaching the peak of pleasure, while the other left me feeling so flat from beginning to end. Although my husband always worked up a sweat, I had no reaction at all. Every time, I wished he would finish quickly. This question truly baffled me. At that moment, I felt a liquid flowing from my vagina. I pulled down my panties, spread my legs wide, and reached out to touch my breasts. I recalled everything that had happened in the driver's cab—how unforgettable it all was! I stroked my breasts, feeling the liquid flowing from my vagina. This liquid contained the vaginal fluid I had released during my arousal, and of course, Ah Jun's semen. I felt an indescribable joy. Tonight had been so exciting! Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep, but I was jolted awake by a wave of pleasure and an orgasm. I thought Ah Jun was still on top of me, so I reached out to hug him, but there was nothing there. I sat up, turned on the light, and saw that there was no one else in the room. I realized it was just a dream. I slapped myself hard—it was just a dream. I lay back down, feeling utterly exhausted. I couldn't understand why I would have such a dream! I touched my vagina—why was it so wet? I'd never experienced this before. Why did I experience pleasure even in my dreams, reaching orgasm in my dreams? I thought, Ah Jun must have opened the door to my pleasure. I long to see him again!The next day, after I got up, I kept thinking about Ah Jun, hoping he would come soon. He didn't disappoint me; he finally appeared before me again. The moment I saw him, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I was completely out of control. In the evening, I went to dinner with him at a coffee shop. We ordered two coffees and some snacks. We sat together. Ah Jun put one hand on my shoulder, his hand landing on my breast. I didn't resist him anymore. His hand gently kneaded my breast, and he whispered in my ear, "Did you sleep well last night? Did you think of me while you were sleeping?" Hearing his question, my face flushed instantly, and my heart pounded even faster. I didn't say a word. He continued, "I think you won't forget what happened last night. I believe it will be unforgettable for the rest of your life." I asked him shyly, "Why?" He looked at me and said, "Why? Do you even need to ask why? The feeling you gave me last night, and your actions when you were carried away, I think you won't refuse my requests again in the future!" My face turned even redder. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. I buried my face in his warm embrace, afraid that he would see through my desire for him to come again. I felt embarrassed, but he held me close and gently stroked my hair. I leaned against his broad chest, closed my eyes slightly, listened to soft music, and let him caress and kiss me. He whispered in my ear, "Your pubic area is completely hairless, a top-quality pubic mound. Sigh! Your husband is just letting such a beautiful pubic mound sit at home. If we had met two years earlier, I would have been the only one enjoying it, and your husband wouldn't have had a chance." I laughed and said, "Get lost! You're so smooth-talking." He looked at me tenderly and said, "Riding a white tiger, a meat bun, a love cave, water flowing forever!" I asked him what he meant, and he said, "I've traveled all over the place and seen quite a few women, but I've never seen a woman like you with such a naturally smooth, hairless, and juicy peach-like vulva. You are truly a first-rate beauty; I guess we are destined for each other!" I didn't quite understand what he was saying, so I just looked at him and listened. He smoked while looking at me, and after a while he said, "I really can't tell that you've had a child; you still look like a young girl." Hearing this made me very embarrassed. I said, "Don't be so mushy, okay? Am I really that good?" He took my hand and said very seriously, "Ah Fang, I don't want to lie to you now. Sigh! To be honest, I've been married and divorced. The reason is that my wife always cried out that she couldn't take it during sex, no matter how careful I was. We divorced because of this. Later, I met several women, but they all broke up with me for the same reason. I was very sad because of this. But you're different from them because you and I reached paradise on our first time! Sigh! You're a rare beauty, a truly exceptional woman. I hope we can stay together forever." Seeing how sincere he sounded, I didn't want to hurt him, so I said, "Love knows no distance, and reunion is inevitable. I won't leave my husband, because we already have a child. But occasional intimacy with you isn't necessarily a bad thing, just please consider my feelings and don't force yourself when it's inconvenient." He looked at me affectionately and said, "Ah Fang, do you want to know why they all broke up with me after our first time?" I shook my head, and he continued, "I'm so sorry about last night. I shouldn't have forced you. Although you were happy afterwards, I still feel guilty about it." Ah Jun was indeed experienced; he knew perfectly well that after I reached orgasm, I most likely wouldn't hate him. I deliberately continued his words, "Yes, I hated you then. You don't understand me. I hate being forced to do things. Even my husband needs my consent before we can have sex. But you just did it without asking!" He looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm sorry! From now on, I'll ask you first every time." After saying that, he hugged me tighter. I remembered the pleasure and orgasm he had given me last night, and a strong desire burned within me. That desire was like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing me so much that I couldn't bear it. I wanted to find a place right now and do it with him. As I longed for that moment to come, thinking about all of that, my lower body felt hot and itchy unbearably. He seemed to read my mind, quickly got up to pay the bill, and took my arm as we walked out of the coffee shop. We were as affectionate as a newlywed couple, him holding me, and me leaning on his strong shoulder. Then he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to show you a treasure later, I think you'll like it." I asked gently, "What treasure is it? How do you know I'll like it? Where is it? Let me see!" He smiled and said, "Not now, I'll show you later." Before I knew it, we were at my house. After we went inside, I closed the door and drew the curtains. Then he half-jokingly said, "I'm not leaving tonight, will you sleep with me?" I blushed and said, "Sleep here if you're happy! But you have to leave before six o'clock tomorrow morning." I thought to myself, if my husband comes back at the earliest, it won't be until six o'clock tomorrow morning. With him by my side tonight, he'll give me an unforgettable night. What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, my husband isn't around, as long as I'm careful, no one will know. My husband has also said that as long as I don't let him know I'm having an affair, it's fine. Ah Jun hugged me and kissed me, and we both fell onto the bed. He pressed me down and kissed me, he was so happy. Then he pulled me off the bed, and as I stood by the bed, he started to take off my clothes. He took off my clothes one by one, until I was only wearing a bra and a pair of panties. He unhooked my bra, and a pair of snow-white, full breasts sprang out. Ah Jun looked at my breasts and couldn't help but pinch them, saying, "Your breasts are so beautiful!" I blushed and ignored him. He couldn't wait to take off my panties, and I stood naked in front of him. He stared at me, dumbfounded, and didn't react for a long time. At this moment, he didn't know the word "shame." I thought to myself, if I'm going to do it, I shouldn't be afraid. I'll let him see enough. He stood there blankly, his eyes scanning my naked body up and down. I felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. He stared at me for a while as if admiring a fine work of art before saying, "You are a true beauty. Your skin is so white and tender, it's almost too alluring. Let me touch you!" He then pulled me close, caressing my skin, saying, "Your skin feels so smooth and silky. Your breasts are so round and large. Look at those nipples, they're like ripe cherries, absolutely gorgeous!" His hands moved back and forth across my breasts, kneading and stroking them. His hands slowly moved down to my stomach, his other hand's fingers touching my mons pubis. He lowered his head, his eyes glued to my genitals, his hands rubbing against my mons pubis. He slowly kissed my breasts, his lips moving slowly towards my lower abdomen. He then knelt down, his lips landing precisely on my mons pubis. He closed his eyes, sniffed my mons pubis, then opened them and looked at my hairless mons pubis, saying, "Women without hair are truly wonderful; the cleft in the middle is so clearly visible." He grabbed my mons pubis with his hand, saying, "Truly a delightful little fleshy thing; one grab and you get a handful of flesh, so white, tender, and delicate, absolutely beautiful!" He stood up, hugged me tightly, and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful woman. Really, you're so perfect. Let me admire you a little longer!" With that, he released me and took two steps back, admiring again my snow-white, round breasts, my hairless, protruding mons pubis, and the clearly visible cleft. After he finished looking at me, he picked me up and gently placed me on the bed. He stood under the bed, his upper body leaning over it, and his large hands slowly and gently explored my labia majora and minora. His thumbs gently slid back and forth between my labia, while his middle finger occasionally rubbed my clitoris. I felt incredibly comfortable from his touch. His other hand massaged my perineum, and I felt another wave of pleasure spread throughout my body, causing me to become wet. Then, Ah Jun parted my thighs with his hands, and his lips pressed against my opening, sucking hard and swallowing my wetness. He then extended his tongue and probed into my opening, licking it frantically. Next, he parted my labia majora and gently licked my clitoris back and forth with his tongue, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably. It felt incredibly good. His hands kneaded my breasts back and forth, making me feel numb and tingly all over. My insides felt empty and needed something to fill them. I felt panicked and pulled his hand, signaling him to take off his clothes and get into bed.He understood what I needed. He stood up and began calmly taking off his shirt. I hoped he would hurry up, and when I saw him shirtless, I realized how strong he was. His pectoral muscles were so developed, his chest was broad, and his waist was thick—truly a bear's waist and back, muscles bulging everywhere. Compared to my skinny husband, he was a hundred times better. He took off his trousers, leaving only his underwear. But he didn't rush to take them off, which I found strange. Then he smiled and said to me, "Afang, do you remember when we came out of the coffee shop tonight, I told you I was going to give you a treasure? Now I'll show it to you!" I knew what he meant, and I eagerly said, "Okay! What treasure? Let me see it quickly. If I'm satisfied, I like it; if not, I don't like it." He smiled and said, "You'll definitely be satisfied." As he spoke, he took off his underwear. It turned out that the treasure he was referring to was his penis. Now, I could see clearly that his penis was indeed thick and long. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Looking at his enormous penis, my heart pounded even faster. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I simply wouldn't have believed that a southerner could have something so thick and strong—half as long and twice as big as my husband's! After he got into bed and lay down beside me, I could see it even more clearly. His enormous penis was at least twenty centimeters long and at least five centimeters in diameter, long, thick, and round, truly resembling the massive cock of a bull. The glans was like a giant mushroom head, bigger than an egg. No wonder he couldn't get it in last night in the car; I'd always thought it was because my legs weren't open wide enough. The real reason was that his penis was too thick. It was this enormous penis that drove me to ecstasy, and it was this very penis that gave me an unprecedented orgasm. For years, my husband's small penis had never satisfied me. Now, with Ah Jun's enormous penis, I'd never have to worry about a lack of pleasure. Just thinking about it filled me with indescribable pleasure. At this moment, Ah Jun turned to me and asked what I was thinking. I said I wasn't thinking about anything. He held his thick, hard penis in one hand and asked me, "Ah Fang, isn't this treasure cute? I wonder if you're satisfied?" I didn't answer directly. I thought to myself: as long as it makes me feel good and gives me ecstasy, the thicker and bigger, the better. While I was lost in thought, he suddenly flipped over and straddled me. He held his thick, long penis in one hand and rubbed it back and forth between my breasts. He seemed impatient, and he was about to thrust his penis into my vagina. I was very excited, and my vagina was wet and empty. I had been waiting for his penis for a long time. My legs were wide open, and my vaginal opening was wide open. I could feel his large glans pressing against the entrance of my vagina, but he didn't rush in at all. His egg-sized glans only moved slowly in and out of my vaginal opening. With his slow movement, he... His glans slowly entered my vagina. Then he lifted my buttocks with both hands and thrust forward forcefully, his large penis penetrating more than halfway in. I felt a slight swelling in my vagina, but it didn't hurt at all. He thrust in and out a few times, until his entire penis was inside me, filling my vagina completely. He began to slowly, gently, and powerfully thrust in and out. Because his penis was so long, each thrust went straight to my clitoris, and I felt incredibly good—a stimulation my husband could never give me. He then used his lips to suckle my nipples, lifting and pulling them, and licked around them with his tongue. This further amplified my pleasure. I thought Ah Jun really knew how to make love; making love with a man who knew how to make love was so wonderful! A moment later, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, stirring it around. I felt lightheaded, and fluid kept flowing from my vagina. My hands involuntarily wrapped around his waist, and my buttocks swayed from side to side and up and down with the thrusting of his penis. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I unconsciously let out soft moans. My vagina widened, and I squeezed my legs tightly together, almost unable to feel the intensity of his large penis. I thought to myself, if his penis were a little thicker, it would feel even better. I could even have both of them inside me at the same time. My breathing became more and more rapid, and his thrusts became faster and faster, but each one went all the way in. I gripped him tightly because I felt so good, especially when his large penis powerfully penetrated to the deepest point, hitting my cervix. My body trembled as if I had been electrocuted. My body and mind felt as if they were floating in mid-air, one climax after another. I reached three climaxes in a row, a feeling my husband could never give me. I was in ecstasy, losing all sensation. I didn't even know when he put my feet on his shoulders. I only saw him panting and using all his strength for a final thrust. He thrust hard, his large member penetrating all the way in. With each thrust, my whole body trembled involuntarily, and I moaned with each climax. I gripped his sweaty arms tightly. Suddenly, Ah Jun said, "It's coming!" Immediately afterward, a warm stream rushed into my vagina, and I felt an unparalleled sense of comfort. He lay on top of me like a dead pig, motionless. He was too tired, and I was also exhausted from reaching four climaxes. I gently stroked the sweat off his body, and he got off me and lay down on the bed. We didn't say anything to each other, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep. I suddenly woke up with a start. Looking at the clock, it was already around 5:30 the next morning. Ah Jun was still sleeping soundly beside me. I noticed his huge, hard penis standing erect between his legs. Seeing how soundly he was sleeping, I curiously reached out to touch it. Wow! It was so big and so hard! I felt a surge of excitement. Suddenly, he moved slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand away. After thinking for a moment, I realized it was getting late and I had to wake him. So I nudged him to get up, but he didn't react at all. I pinched his nose, and suddenly he hugged me tightly. I said anxiously, "It's almost 5:40! What if my husband comes home this morning? That would be terrible!" But he said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid." I said, "You're not afraid, but I am. My husband warned me that I absolutely cannot let him know if I sleep with another man. You don't want to ruin my family, do you?" He laughed and said, "Look how anxious you are. Actually, I wanted to get dressed and leave early, but it doesn't want to leave." As he spoke, he pulled my hand to his erect penis and said, "That's why it doesn't want to leave. Look, it's raising its head, saluting you!" I said anxiously, "Don't joke around. If my husband doesn't come back, you can come again tonight!" He said confidently, "Why the rush? Even if your husband gets home, it won't be until 6:30 at the earliest, so you still have at least 45 minutes. Come on! I'll be done quickly." So I said, "If you're going to do it, hurry up. Don't joke around. Better safe than sorry." To avoid wasting any more time, I spread my legs wide and reached out to part my fleshy mounds. He held his penis and slowly inserted it into my vagina, the head of which was at the entrance. Because of the semen he ejaculated inside me last night, it wasn't too difficult for him to insert the whole thing. He casually thrust in and out, his mouth constantly kissing my face and lips. I hugged his waist and said gently, "Ah Jun, please hurry up, please ejaculate soon, okay?" He smiled and said, "Even if it's fast, I'll make sure it's good! Don't worry, I promise we'll be out of here before 6:15." His large penis thrust in and out of my vagina, and to make him finish quickly, I squeezed my legs together and lifted my buttocks, moving them up and down and side to side. This undulating motion felt very good, and I became increasingly wet. His penis moved in and out like a piston, hitting the very bottom with each thrust. Strong currents of electricity shot from the deepest part of my vagina throughout my body. I held him tightly, and soon he ejaculated. I reached my climax as well. To be honest, I really didn't want him to leave. I loved him so much, loved his huge penis. After he ejaculated, I still held him tightly. I wished he would come and keep me company every night, giving me pleasure. Whenever he wanted to play with me, I was willing to take off my pants and let him have his way with me. After he finished dressing, he climbed down beside me and kissed my genitals, saying, "Your thing is so wonderful, I want to come again tonight." He then kissed my lips and looked at me, saying, "Afang, I want to come again tonight, I don't think you'll refuse me!" He looked at me, waiting for my answer. I shyly turned my head away, ignoring him. He pulled my head back and kissed me deeply. I looked at him tenderly, mustered my courage, and said gently, "Come on! As long as my husband doesn't know, I'd be happy if you came every day!" His lips kissed mine passionately, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining. We parted in this bittersweet moment. I watched him leave the room, he gently closed the door, and I heard his footsteps fading into the distance.I lay in bed, too excited to sleep. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if he were with me every day. We weren't husband and wife; this was called having an affair. The feeling of having an affair was so exciting. Suddenly, I felt water flowing out of my vagina. I knew it was his semen, and of course, my own vaginal fluid from my arousal. I reached out and touched it, finding the sheets soaked. I didn't bother with it and drifted off to sleep again. (II) I am a dutiful housewife, 33 years old this year. My child just finished the high school entrance exam. My child did very well on the exam and should have no problem getting into Maoming No. 1 High School, but I can't be happy at all. Seeing my child and husband so excited makes me feel indescribably guilty. They are going on a trip tomorrow. Do they know what will happen to me after they leave? Looking at my husband sleeping so soundly reminds me of when he was pursuing me. My husband is very outstanding, and in the eyes of our classmates, we are a perfect match. We've been married for 10 years. After marriage, my husband wanted me to be a good wife and mother at home. Until today, I've been devoted to my husband and children. In other people's eyes, I'm a gentle wife and a beautiful mother—but what will tomorrow bring? I don't know—I'm in so much pain right now, and I feel ashamed of myself! Sometimes, I feel conflicted. I want to be a dutiful woman, but I also crave the thrill of wild abandon. I'm afraid of becoming a promiscuous woman and losing control, yet I often fantasize about the pleasures of indulgence… Before my child's exam, I went to a parent-teacher meeting at their school. Just as I was about to go home, someone stopped me. I stopped, and he asked me in his car, "Is your child taking the high school entrance exam?" I said yes. He said, "I'm from the Education Bureau, responsible for setting the exam questions. If you want to get the questions to help your child do well, come with me." Urged on by him, I hesitated for a moment before getting into his car. He kept trying to find topics to talk about, and I felt uneasy. I saw this person in the rearview mirror; he looked to be over fifty, with a short, thick neck, smooth eyebrows, and small eyes. After a few blocks, he parked in front of an old, detached house. He came over and opened the car door for me. I noticed he was short, only reaching my shoulder. I saw his short, thick fingers. He ushered me inside, saying, "Come in, there's no one else here." My heart pounded—suddenly, I felt a strange excitement. My legs and lower abdomen trembled spasmodically, a warm current quickly spreading throughout my body, making me dizzy and almost collapsing. I suppressed the urge and sat weakly on the table. I desperately wanted to know what was wrong with me. It was a feeling of emptiness born of reality, so intense, so clear. I sat there, trying desperately to recall the feeling. What was wrong with me? Was it a sexual response? It was a feeling that could make me instantly abandon everything, disregard everything else. Was it release? This was a tremor my body had never experienced before. What was wrong with me? How could this happen to me? The room was hot. I smelled my sweat mixed with the scent of the fluid from my groin. My underwear was wet! He pulled out a printed document and said to me, "Madam, your child's high school entrance exam is no problem. I was in charge of setting the questions; all the exam questions for this year are here." I withdrew my outstretched hand. I thought about how our child's grades were excellent; in fact, he had already been admitted to a university through a special program. The high school entrance exam was just a formality for him; he didn't need this. But I remained seated, neither refusing nor intending to leave. He continued, "Madam, the high school entrance exam is a matter of life and death for our child. I understand the good intentions of parents like you, and I really want to help you." My mind went blank, and I nodded woodenly. I seemed to be waiting for things to continue. Finally, I heard him say that he had helped us, and we should thank him. I wanted to stop him, but I also wanted to hear him continue, to hear him say everything he was thinking. He asked me, "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?" I nodded, and he made me hide my earlier embarrassment. I pretended to be calm and asked him how we should thank him. He stood there, his eyes fixed on my feet. I instinctively pulled my leg back; I was wearing white open-toe, low-heeled leather shoes that day. After a while, he said, "I'm not short of money at my age. Let me be frank, I'll give you the test questions, and you keep me company." I don't remember what he said next. My body suddenly became so sensitive in front of this man. My head felt dizzy, my breathing became heavy and rapid, and my heart pounded. The cold air from the air conditioner gradually cooled my emotions. I tugged at my skirt, trying my best to calm myself down. I asked him, feigning composure, how he would keep me company. He said, "We've both been through this. You look very young, like you're in your early thirties, but considering your child is already taking the high school entrance exam, you're almost forty. You should know what happens between a man and a woman alone. Think it over and give me an answer tomorrow." My heart trembled even more intensely. I don't know how much time passed, or how I left or got home. I love my husband and our child. I always thought my husband was the only man in my life, and I always thought I was very traditional and conservative. I never imagined that I would be so easily swayed by the demands of a strange, old, and ugly man. That night, I couldn't sleep. The next evening, almost inexplicably, I washed myself thoroughly and went to that old man's place again. He said calmly, "You can take the test paper, but don't leak it, otherwise it will affect your child." I thought he would be eager for me—I actually eagerly anticipated his fingers; I couldn't control myself. I imagined his fingers would pull off my skirt and show him my body—I lost myself again in trembling breaths—that day he didn't extend his fingers. He handed me the test paper and said, "Don't worry, the time will be based on when your child's high school entrance exam results come out. You can also change your mind." My hand holding the test paper trembled all the way home, a mixture of disappointment and longing after waiting. When I got home, I put the test paper in the shredder. Husband, I really wanted you to notice my recent changes, and I hoped you could bring me back, but you were so careless. You wanted me to go on the trip with you, but I made excuses like my mother wasn't well, the child's schooling required a lot of money, and the house couldn't be left unattended—I made up many reasons not to go, just to fulfill a promise that never existed. My husband and child are going on a trip tomorrow. Tonight, I didn't make love to my husband, not because I was worried about his health, but because of my anticipation for tomorrow. I feel ashamed of myself for rejecting my husband for a strange, old, and ugly man. These past few days have been incredibly painful; my body is restless—I hate myself for doing this, for being so capable. No one forced me; I know it's all my fault, a mistake I don't want to make again, a mistake I can't undo. My husband left. I don't know how I got to that old man's place. He wasn't surprised or delighted; his reaction actually worried me—worried he'd send me home! He led me inside, so calmly, so calmly that it frightened me. My mind went numb from the excessive tension in my body. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but scrutinize my body. I felt unfamiliar with myself. In the mirror, a beautiful woman with snow-white skin, long legs, full, high breasts, a face flushed with shyness, and a pair of beautiful, clear eyes—I suddenly snapped out of it. What should I do? I can't do this. I have a husband, I have children. I suddenly wondered why I was wearing pants today. I hoped nothing would happen, nothing would ever happen—I sat there, motionless. He came over and said, "You promised me, from the moment I saw you, I liked you very much and wanted you. Think about it. You parents, for your children, use every possible connection, money, and even your own bodies." "Since you're here, everything you have has to be given to me!" he said, starting to unbutton my blouse. A tremor ran through me, and I instinctively tried to pull away. I watched him nervously; his eyes gleamed with greed. I was terrified. He was the first man besides my husband to undress me. I had remained chaste for him; I hated myself for agreeing to this, for coming here. I slowly closed my eyes. I knew what he meant: everything you have has to be given to me. I knew what he wanted; what else could he want besides my body? He undressed me, pushed me onto the bed, took off my shoes, and began to touch my feet. My toes, sensitive and tense, curled up in protest against his intrusion. He pulled my feet into his arms and took off my socks. Then he unzipped my pants. I desperately tried to pull at the waistband of my pants, knowing my struggles were futile.Resistance was symbolic. He reached under my body, lifting my waist, and grabbed my waistband, pulling down my pants in one swift motion. My hands could only clutch my underwear tightly, trying to conceal the wet stains on my crotch. He held my legs tightly with one hand and squeezed my thighs with the other, saying my feet were delicate and fair, and my legs were long and shapely, a beauty in the making. I could no longer hear what he was saying. He reached into my bra and grasped my already swollen breasts, the erect nipples shamefully responding to his caresses. I closed my eyes helplessly, hoping that none of this was real. He forcefully ripped off my bra and began sucking on my breasts. Under the licking and biting of my nipples with his tongue and teeth, my consciousness weakened and went empty—his hands left my breasts, and he lifted my legs. I was prepared to let him vent his desires on me, but he was not impatient. He held my feet, sucking on my toes and heels with his mouth, licking each toe with the tip of his tongue—something my husband had never done to me. He swallowed my soles, licking the arches with his tongue, and chewing on my toes with his teeth—I could feel the warmth of his mouth and the saliva dripping down my feet— I actually heard myself make a sound—no, it was more like a moan. This was something I'd never done with my husband before. I bit my lip, unsure whether I was trying to endure it or using the pain to resist the sensation. I didn't know how his obese body managed to be on top of me. My breasts, held in his hands, were being forcefully sucked in his mouth. His greasy belly was pressing powerfully against my hips. I tried to push him away, but he only had one of my hands in his mouth, pressing the other hand against my breast. I was forced to touch my breast in humiliation, my nipples erect in shame beneath my fingers—my fingers, held in his mouth, helplessly endured the licking of his tongue, which was so hot. At this moment, I didn't know how I could resist for my husband. I felt something hard on my leg beneath him, and he was pressing it against it. A spasm spread from my uterus throughout my body. My mouth was so dry. He held me in his arms like he did on our first night together. I pressed my lips tightly together to avoid his advances, turning my head sharply to the side. He kissed my neck and chest, lifted my arms, and sniffed and licked my armpits. I couldn't take it anymore; I pressed my legs tightly together. He started kissing my vulva through my underwear, his tongue and teeth licking and biting my labia again and again. His saliva mingled with my love juice—"Husband, why haven't you ever wanted me like this before?" The man in front of me took off his own clothes and pants, and then pulled down my last piece of clothing, my underwear. "Husband, your wife is now naked in front of another strange man," he said, touching my vulva. He placed a pillow under my buttocks, making me lie horizontally on the bed, my head drooping off the edge. I knew he was doing this so his penis could easily enter and penetrate deeper into me. He watched me bring his mouth close to my crotch, easily separating my tightly closed legs with his hands. He first took all my pubic hair into his mouth, gently tugging at it, then used his hands to part my labia. I knew my vulva was large, and he gently licked and kissed it with his tongue, then slowly took my labia into his mouth, gently biting and sucking with his teeth, while simultaneously inserting the tip of his tongue into my vagina. My labia were being chewed and torn little by little by his teeth—the fluid secreted from my vagina had already soaked the pillow beneath my buttocks. My vagina contracted under his sucking, and I twisted my waist, repeatedly lifting my hips, forcefully spreading my legs apart, my feet pressing against his back, my hands tightly pressing his head against my vulva. He squeezed my breast with one hand and... A hand was on my anus, my head was shaking violently, and I heard myself make a very unpleasant sound—a suffocating surge of fluid rapidly spread from my vagina, and I went limp after my limbs stiffened. A deep breath made me feel his presence; his mouth was still licking and sucking my bodily fluids, and I felt his tongue rapidly licking my clitoris—the numbness in my feet from before was now on his obese body, making me feel another man's body temperature. His hands tightly supported my waist, forcefully lifting my hips—he inserted his short, thick fingers into my vagina, and I felt increasingly excited stimulation around my clitoris. I couldn't help but moan softly, my heart desperately hoping he would insert his penis into my body, into my vagina, like you did to me. I always thought I was a woman indifferent to sex, but now I discovered my body's desires. I had constantly reminded myself to value my reputation, constantly reminded myself that I was a good woman. I would not do anything to betray my husband. But now I'm submerged beneath this man's body. Now I only want to give my body to this man. At this moment, I'm willing to give him everything. I hope he can devour me and tear me apart... (III) I am a 35-year-old woman working at a company. I've only been married for a few months.My husband is going away to study for a year. It was only a little past 9 pm after I saw him off at the train station. I sat in the taxi, lost in thought, not knowing where to go. Then I remembered a classmate from high school, her name is Ajiao. A few years ago, she came to Maoming with her father and gave me her phone number before leaving. I took out my phone and called her. An hour later we met. I told her about my current situation, and she said she wanted to take me out. Of course I agreed, even if it meant staying up all night. We arrived at a nightclub, places I'd never dared to go before. We found a room and sat down. A guy came in. "Sister Jiao, why are you so late today? Hua Zai is already at the table!" She seemed to be a regular. "Can you call two handsome guys for me? Make sure my friend is well taken care of." "Don't worry, Sister Jiao, you'll be satisfied!" The guy left. Oh no! She's calling two male escorts to keep us company! "No need! Just a few songs! Don't go overboard!" I panicked. I couldn't do that! Even if my husband knew I went to a nightclub, it would be a big deal, let alone hiring male escorts. "Silly girl. The point of going out is to have fun, don't worry so much." She took out a cigarette and lit it. I said, "If my husband knew, I'd be dead." "How could he know? He's probably out of town with another woman right now." Just then, two guys came in. To be honest, they were really handsome, both 175cm tall, fair-skinned, like pretty boys. One of them sat down next to me. Sigh, since I was already here, I didn't want to be too conservative. "Miss, you're so beautiful, your skin is so fair! We rarely see such beautiful and well-built ladies here." Of course, I've been the school beauty since I was little, countless people have pursued me. Seeing that this guy was even more handsome than my husband, and had such a sweet tongue, I didn't care anymore. We drank, sang, and got happier and happier. I can't hold my liquor. I didn't drink much before I felt like I was going to collapse. Ah Jiao drank a lot, probably already drunk, and she sang songs with lewd lyrics. She danced in front of the TV, making lewd gestures. "Take off your clothes, take off your clothes!" the two boys cheered. Ah Jiao obediently swayed her hips as she took off her clothes. I felt dizzy and leaned weakly against the stool, watching her performance. She lifted her short skirt, revealing pink panties, and stroked her vagina with her fingers, making lewd moans. The boy with her couldn't resist and went up to unhook her bra, revealing her large breasts. Wow! I didn't expect her to have developed so well after not seeing her for several years. The boy stroked her breasts, occasionally kissing and biting them, rubbing his penis against her vagina repeatedly. "Ah! Ah!" Ah Jiao closed her eyes, enjoying it! The boy next to me, who had initially been quite well-behaved, leaned against me after seeing their performance, putting his hand on my leg and touching it. Luckily, I was wearing jeans today. In the past, I would have been rude to any boy who dared to be disrespectful to me. But this is Shenzhen, a more open place, and to fit in, I can't be too conservative. So I let him touch me, and gradually, his hands went higher and higher, slipping inside my clothes, almost touching my breasts. No. I had to control myself. I stood up unsteadily. "Xiao Jiao, let's go, I'm drunk." By this time, Xiao Jiao's underwear had been removed, and his fingers were already inside her vagina. Xiao Jiao was panting; she seemed very excited. "Wait a minute, I haven't had enough yet," she said reluctantly. "No, I really have to go." "Okay, we'll go after we finish the drinks on the table," she said, seeing my determination, she had no choice. So, I drank another glass. "Let's go! Let's find a place to sober up." "Anywhere." I was already very drunk after finishing the last glass! We went to a sauna. I thought it was only for men, but now I realized many women come here too. I didn't want to spoil her fun, so I went in, took off my clothes, and we soaked in a large warm water pool. "This pool has soapy water in it, it's good for the vagina." (Similar to feminine wash). After she finished speaking, she used her hand to open my vagina, letting it absorb the essence properly. I was afraid it wasn't clean, so I didn't dare. After the dry sauna, I felt much more sober. A girl helped me put on a pair of loose shorts and a bathrobe, and we went into a lounge. I was shocked to find two boys, about 16 years old, in uniforms there. Since I was wearing a bathrobe and nothing underneath, I immediately felt very embarrassed. My face, which was already pale from drinking too much, flushed slightly. After I sat down, one of the boys came over. "Would you like a manicure or a foot massage?" "No, no," I answered before Xiao Jiao could. I was afraid she would say yes, and I might accidentally expose myself and look bad! "Let's go in for a massage," Xiao Jiao said. Led by a girl, we each went into a room. During this short walk, Xiao Jiao told me to enjoy it, that it was great, and not to be as reserved as before. I understood what she meant; it was too late to regret it now, so I just had to continue. Not long after, a boy came in, about 18 years old, really handsome—the kind of boy many girls would like. I actually felt shy looking at him, probably because I wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Miss, hello, may I give you a massage?" he asked politely. I nodded, and I lay down on the massage bed. He started massaging my head, something he often did when washing my hair. "Miss, you're so beautiful, fair and rosy-cheeked, a true beauty," he said. I was very happy to have such a handsome boy compliment me, even though many people usually said I was pretty. He started massaging my hands, holding them gently. "Miss, your hands are so soft, truly delicate and smooth. You must take good care of them." I do take good care of my hands, applying various skincare products every day. My husband often kisses my hands too. I was already intoxicated by his praise. Before I knew it, my bathrobe was open, and one breast was half-exposed, my nipple faintly visible. I quickly straightened my robe. "Is this your first time?" he asked with a smile. My face flushed even more; I wanted to disappear into a hole. For a very conservative woman like me, this was the first time someone other than my husband had seen my breasts.He was very careful while massaging me, trying not to touch my sensitive areas, which made me feel that he wasn't a bad or lewd person, so I felt relatively at ease. He massaged each area one by one, from head to toe, making my whole body feel very comfortable and enjoyable. "Miss, would you like to extend the time?" Just as I was marveling at his technique, he suddenly asked me. "Extend the time, what would you do?" I needed to clarify first. "An oil massage, it's very good for your skin, we use imported oil." "Okay, add it!" I agreed because I heard it was good for my skin, and seeing him sweating profusely, I already felt a good impression of him. But as soon as I said it, I regretted it. Doesn't an oil massage require taking off clothes? By then, he had already gone out to get the oil, so I had no choice but to continue. When he came back, he told me to lie face down. I lay face down on the bed, wondering what he was going to do next. He slipped his hand inside my stomach; I knew he was going to undo my bathrobe. Remembering my back was to him, I let him. He pulled off my bathrobe, revealing my entire back to him. At that moment, my heart raced; it was my first time. He sat on my bottom, applied oil, and rhythmically rubbed it back and forth on my back, even covering my arms. The oil was slippery and had a pleasant fragrance, making me feel warm and comfortable—it was truly enjoyable. I was going all in, letting my skin absorb the essence. "Your skin is so beautiful, fair and rosy, so delicate. I've never seen such a perfect woman before." I was completely captivated. He sat on my calves and started massaging my legs, calves, thighs. He slipped his hand inside my shorts and shoved the oil into my buttocks. Ah, I wasn't wearing underwear! I was just enjoying myself when I suddenly snapped out of it and tried to stop him, but he held my legs down, and I couldn't move. He was already rubbing my buttocks back and forth, and I couldn't stop. He kept rubbing my buttocks and occasionally scratching them. Then he started shoving oil into the inside of my thighs, my sensitive spot. He shoved the oil all the way to the base, almost touching my genitals. At that moment, I shivered and felt my whole body go limp. He felt it too, but didn't touch my genitals, just continued rubbing. By then, I was very excited. I knew I was aroused. I suppressed my moans of passion and moved my genitals, hoping his hand would accidentally touch them and give me some satisfaction. He understood my intention and gently placed two thumbs on my genitals, stroking them tenderly. Oh my god! I was so excited I was almost exhausted. I never imagined that someone as conservative as me would feel like an animal in heat, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. But in all my years of marriage, I'd never felt this excited before. Then, he gently turned me over. I was so excited I was completely powerless, only able to let him do as he pleased by turning my head to one side, so he wouldn't see my face, which was flushed red to my neck. He could clearly see my breasts—small breasts, pink nipples already erect. He put some oil on my body and started rubbing it on my front. Although I was afraid he might do something else, I also wanted him to continue, to make me feel even better. He gently rubbed the oil on my breasts, occasionally stroking my nipples. My nipples were very sensitive; every time he touched one, my whole body trembled, just like when my husband ejaculates. I couldn't hold back anymore; my vagina was so itchy. I really wished there was something moving inside me right now. I was completely out of control, and I started moaning loudly, "Ah! Ah..." He pulled down my loose shorts, and now I was completely naked in front of him. He admired my pubic hair, playing with it with his hands. He was teasing me. At this point, I let him do as he pleased. He lifted my legs and placed them on his waist. My God, my vagina was now facing him directly. I twisted my hips, trying to move my vagina out of his sight, but it was futile. I was completely powerless. My legs were stretched to their maximum by his waist and I couldn't move them at all. Even my husband had never seen my vagina before because I was very shy. Several times when my husband tried to lick my vagina, I refused. And now, my beautiful vagina was being admired by this boy I had just met. I glanced at him shyly, and was surprised to see my vagina. My pink labia were slightly parted, opening and closing gently with my breath, revealing glimpses of the tender red flesh inside. I was already very wet, and it slowly flowed out of my vagina. Worst of all, my clitoris was sticking out, my most sensitive spot, like a little snake that hadn't eaten all winter crawling out of its hole, looking around, hoping to find something delicious. The boy was startled and said, "What a beautiful vulva! Like a flawless piece of jade." I was so embarrassed, and he even said it! I dared not look at him anymore, only hoping he would treat my vulva gently. He stroked my labia and gently pinched my clitoris. I felt my whole body trembling, experiencing repeated orgasms. He started with his mouth, first kissing my genitals, then licking my labia with his tongue. It felt so good, an excitement I'd never experienced before. He gently bit my clitoris, teasing it with his tongue. I was almost dehydrated to death; so many orgasms left me completely weak. Then, he pulled out a small vibrator from somewhere. Before I even understood what it was, he turned it on and placed it on my labia, vibrating it back and forth between my two jade-like labia. My mind went blank. I never knew a vibrating device could feel so good. He placed the vibrator on my clitoris, and suddenly, my whole body trembled violently. I felt a sudden urge to urinate. I was dizzy. What was happening? But I couldn't hold it in. My whole body was cramping, and my vagina was opening and closing faster and faster. The boy noticed, so he opened his mouth wide and pressed it against my vagina. Oh my god, I was about to urinate! I couldn't control it anymore. My urine gushed out like a burst dam. Then I experienced a rapid series of spasms. Ah…it felt so good! Wow, I now know that a woman's true orgasm comes at this point; the rest is just pre-orgasmic arousal. And this boy gave me an orgasm so easily. I looked at him, no longer as shy, but my face was even redder from the orgasm. He drank all my urine. “It’s dirty,” he said. For the first time, I spoke to him proactively. “It’s not dirty, it’s your vaginal fluid, it’s good for male potency.” I looked at him and laughed, thinking he was silly. How could you orgasm so quickly? We were talking like a married couple discussing sex. “You’re amazing,” he chuckled. I found him increasingly endearing. We also lifted our veils, and I faced him completely naked. He had shown me what an orgasm was, and I wanted to thank him…

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