Accompanying Mother's Diary

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A mother who accompanied her child to study in Auckland had a distant husband. For the sake of the child, we had never considered divorce
, even though he spent eight months of the year in China. During the time we were together, we had sex only a handful of times.
He slept in the same bed with me, and his phone was always off before he went to sleep. But a few months ago, he forgot to turn it off
, and his phone kept vibrating in the middle of the night with a series of WeChat messages from a woman named Hong Jie…
Darling, I miss you!
Darling Bian, I’m a little jealous of you having sex with your wife!
XXX came to ask about business today. When are you coming back?…
I’m waiting for you to come back. Remember to delete the WeChat messages!
Unfortunately, I saw them. I roughly knew that Hong Jie was his new client this year. I had never met her, but
I knew indirectly before. She was in her forties, quite attractive, owned her own company, was divorced, and raised her child on her own. She was a relatively active woman in her husband’s industry and had a scandal with a leader that was common knowledge in the industry. I never expected that she would have something going on with my husband
today . My husband is a businessman, and I can turn a blind eye to him going to KTV or hot springs for fun. But the woman I met indirectly was older than my husband and we were so intimate. Thinking about it, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I looked at my husband sleeping soundly next to me and wanted to wake him up, but I thought of my daughter sleeping I didn't have the impulse. I don't know how long I slept, but I fell asleep with tears in my eyes... (2) The next day, I tried my best to act like nothing was wrong. But he still saw through me and asked, "What's wrong with you?" I replied, "I feel a little unwell and dizzy." Whether he was feeling guilty or remorseful, in short, he treated my daughter and me very well during the next two weeks in Auckland. He took us to the spa, taught my child to swim, and we went hiking together. He took care of everything in our lives, from water and electricity to garden mowing and shower repair. He was very busy every day. One night, he climbed on top of me and kissed my breasts, neck, ears, and other sensitive He even kissed my vulva, something he hadn't done in years. I knew he wanted to make it up to me, and I tried to cooperate and respond to his kiss. When he tried to penetrate me, I found that my penis was only semi-erect. I rubbed it against my vulva, but it didn't work. It made me feel very uncomfortable. He gestured for me to give him oral sex, and I complied. However, my penis was not hard enough until it ejaculated into my mouth . I spat the semen onto a napkin. He was a little embarrassed. I just lay next to him and chatted about this and that. My lust had subsided, but the emptiness in my vulva remained . I thought about how he was going to go back to Beijing to have sex with Sister Hong. I felt a mix of emotions. (3) On his last night before leaving, about a week after the unsuccessful sex, he looked very well. I thought that he was probably going to see Sister Hong. I felt a pang of sadness. He left, and I faced a lot of unknowns. I felt sad. That night, he kissed me, and I responded. There wasn't much foreplay. I touched his penis; it was surprisingly hard . He simply lifted my legs and thrust deeply, repeatedly pounding against my uterus. I felt a little pain and wanted to cry out, but fearing the sound would disturb the baby, I only bit his shoulder and held my tongue for a long time. Whether it was revenge, release, or punishment, he whispered, "Do you want to bite off a piece of my flesh?" I released my tongue, and he silenced me with his lips, thrusting forcefully. I experienced a long-awaited orgasm, and he ejaculated at the same time. I cried then. I'd cried several times during orgasms, but this time it wasn't because of the intense pleasure . In the morning, he quietly left, saying, "Okay, don't disturb the baby. A friend who's traveling with me will take him." He did it so quietly that I didn't even notice him waking up. I got up; by the time I woke up, he should have almost reached the airport. I texted him: "Take care of yourself, everyone!" He replied: "You too, take good care of your daughter. Thank you for your hard work!" After reading it, my tears flowed. (4) My husband flew away and rarely called from China. Unlike when we first separated after I arrived in New Zealand, he video-chatted with me and the children almost every day, asking all sorts of questions and showing great concern. For some reason, I applied for another WeChat account, pretended to be in the same industry, and added Sister Hong's WeChat, constantly checking her Moments. Seeing her posting about love from time to time, I was furious. At this time, I chose to confide in my best friend, and the answer I got was, don't suffer too much, if you don't want a divorce, you can find someone yourself, having a fuck buddy is also good. My best friend is my college classmate, she is outgoing, she talks to me without any taboos, and often says outrageous things. Several handsome guys in the school have slept with her. She once told me and another girl about the whole process of having sex with each handsome guy. Later, all of us girls knew that the handsome guy who was the student council president liked to kiss feet. When we saw him, we always laughed, and he even thought he was very charming. Later, he got together with another girl in our dormitory . That girl told him the whole story, and from then on, this guy avoided us whenever he saw us. I was so silly, I asked that girl, "Aren't you disgusted that you kissed him?" From then on, this girl ignored me. I was a little envious of my outgoing best friend. She was able to take things in stride and was usually very loyal. This time, I decided to listen to her. Don't suffer yourself. Why should only your husband be allowed to have affairs outside? At the same time, Sister Hong's shadow kept appearing in front of me. Suddenly, I had a feeling that letting another one sleep with me would be revenge against them. So, I started to soften my mind. (5) In New Zealand, my circle of friends is not very big. I only get along well with a few other mothers and don't see many men. There are some male and female friends in the church who always ask after me. My friends in church are Christians, and I've heard the Bible says divorce is forbidden. I heard about a sister who is a believer and suffers from domestic violence; everyone else advises her to endure it, repent, and pray. I couldn't help but suggest she get a divorce, which met with strong opposition. A male church member frequently messages me on WeChat, trying to invite me for walks or coffee . He clearly has ulterior motives. He's talkative, humorous, refined, and quite caring. Faced with this temptation, I politely declined because I know his wife, and I don't want to cause myself trouble. I'm not a believer, but he is.

I'm devout, and I don't want to be a sinful Eve.
As for those with happy families, I know two single mothers who are accompanying their children to school, always surrounded by loving companions.
Mother divorced; it's perfectly normal for her to have a boyfriend, but she's reluctant to introduce him to us because he's a local foreman,
very unconventional, and his mannerisms make us feel like we're from completely different worlds.
Privately, some mothers joked that she should find someone else, but she just said she'd use the one she had for now.
Another impulsive mother said, "Master X is actually quite good in bed; I've had him come to my house.
" I only said, "Master X, whether he's good or not, you don't need to tell me. I'm warning you, you can't just use him like that."
"Use him whenever you want, it's free, and he's got a big one," Mother A replied with a laugh, and we all laughed too.
Mother B, like me, is separated. Her child is in school, and she's learning English in a language class. A Brazilian boy in the class is pursuing her;
she showed me his photos and chat history. The Brazilian guy is quite handsome and very enthusiastic. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to
restrain himself . He's definitely married; you can't destroy someone else's family just because you're passionate. Just because someone sleeps with you
doesn't mean they'll accept you as their boyfriend. The Brazilian boy took it seriously and acted like her boyfriend, leaving his girlfriend with no choice but to
switch to a different language school.
Mom treated me like a good sister, and I was willing to tell her my innermost thoughts. I often went to her place to play and
get some homemade pastries.
One day, Mom mysteriously told me that her tenants often asked her about me, praising my beauty and figure,
asking when I would come again, and jokingly asking if I would consider it.
This tenant was a Thai man who came to New Zealand to study for a PhD. He was a little shy when he spoke to me. My
impression of him was that he was very clean, had a big nose, and was quite handsome.
Should I consider a handsome Thai man who was ten years younger than me? I was tempted.
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The next time I went to Mom's house, I met the PhD. The PhD asked me if I had Facebook.
I said that Chinese people all use WeChat.
He immediately downloaded one, and I became his first WeChat friend. I used Sister Hong's WeChat account
to add him. I was a little nervous when I added him, and my feelings were hard to describe.
Afterwards, I started chatting with the PhD student on WeChat. He was shy and reserved, and the first
Thai . My impression of Thailand was of Pattaya's uninhibited lifestyle, pole dancing, ladyboys, and sex shows, but this PhD student
was different.
The following week was B's mother's birthday, and she suggested a small party. I was in charge of the birthday cake, and we invited a few
friends a family karaoke session. We ate and sang along, having a great time.
Near the end, the PhD student returned. All the friends had left, leaving only B's mother and me. As we were
packing up , I asked if he could sing Chinese songs. He said he knew two: "New Butterfly Lovers' Dream" and "Sweet Honey.
" I was surprised. He told me he grew up watching "Justice Bao" and liked Zhan Zhao. "Sweet Honey" was the theme song of another Thai
TV series.
I immediately found both songs. He sang "New Butterfly Lovers' Dream" very well, but it was in Thai, and I didn't
understand a word. He kept the rhythm for himself. Later, I learned he had studied drums. A Thai person singing Chinese songs sparked
our enthusiasm; we clapped and sang along with him, having a great time.
Another song, "Sweet Honey," was one he sang with me, holding my hand. I love his singing; he's very outgoing, like
a pop star . Because I'd had a few drinks and was worried about being caught for drunk driving, he offered to drive me home that night. Actually, the two glasses of red wine I drank were
within the permitted limit; letting him drive me was giving him an opportunity.
On the way, he drove, humming "New Butterfly Dream," and I sang along with him. He drove with one hand and held my hand
with the other , and I didn't refuse.
When we got home, he parked, turned off the engine, and kissed me eagerly. I responded, and his hands caressed the back of my head and my waist; it felt
wonderful. Then his hands touched my breasts, his fingers gently stroking my nipples, and I trembled all over.
My hand touched his penis through his pants, confirming the saying, "A man with a big nose has a
big penis," and his was enormous.
Just then, my phone rang. It was the girl from Babyside, asking what time I'd
be home . I said I'd arrived.
The professor drove my car home, and we agreed to return it the next morning.
When I got home, I received a WeChat message from him: youaresohot.
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The next day, the doctor arrived as promised. I wanted to invite him to my house for a cup of coffee, but he invited me to
explore a trail next to my mother's house to help me complete my plan of walking 10,000 steps a day.
We chatted and laughed along the way, but it suddenly started to drizzle. We didn't walk too far before returning to his
place.
His room had a separate entrance. When I entered the room, I found everything very clean, spotless.
I sat down awkwardly. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then poured me a cup of hot water to warm me up.
The atmosphere eased, and he said, "Your clothes are wet. Go take a shower."
I agreed and quickly finished washing and came out wrapped in a towel. He continued washing, and I waited for him on the bed.
After the doctor finished washing, he got into bed, climbed on top of me, and gave me a long kiss. I felt his little brother, which felt like an electric baton
, pressing against me. I kept sucking on my nipples, which made my whole body numb and I wanted it.
I turned over and kissed him. He seemed to enjoy it. Just as I was holding his penis, which was over 20 centimeters long,
and mustered up all my courage to put it in my mouth to give him oral sex,
something bizarre happened. He said he needed a condom.
At first, I didn't think much of it; I assumed he meant to put one on when he penetrated me. But he said oral sex also required one.
I thought he wanted to protect me, so I said, "I don't mind."
He said he thought oral sex always required a condom.
I was completely stunned. I thought, "Fine, I won't give you oral sex then;
I'll save myself the trouble." What happened next was that he didn't have a condom, and he tried to penetrate me. I refused. I texted
my friend B, who was in a language class, asking her where the condom was.
She said it was in the bedroom drawer, the door wasn't locked, and wished me happiness.
I risked being seen by another tenant and ran to the bedroom to get the condom.
After some effort, my arousal had waned a bit. The doctor, very excited, put on a condom and eagerly tried
to . The wetness that had been so intense earlier was now somewhat dry. The doctor didn't have much sexual experience,
and his insertion wasn't quite right. Plus, it was so big; he couldn't get in after two attempts. I told him to stop, and I held his penis in my hand,
rubbing it against my vagina until it was wet, before slowly inserting it.
His penis went in all the way, it felt like it hit my heart.
The doctor thrust in and out with a single position and rhythm, hard and full, without any technique, but lasting and powerful.
I don't know how long it lasted, it felt like a long time. There was an orgasm in the middle, and finally he ejaculated. I wanted to hug
him and comfort him, but he turned over and left me to take a shower.
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It was boring to lie in bed alone waiting for him to take a shower. Before he finished showering, I was already dressed. I just
waited for him to finish showering and say hello before leaving. He wanted to invite me to dinner, but I declined. I often go to restaurants nearby, including the Thai restaurant he
recommended . I didn't want to attract attention.
When I got home, I checked my phone and saw two WeChat messages.
Doctor: You are my fantasy. My
dream is omelet. Miss you!
Mom: Are you well-endowed and good at it?
I replied with a smiley face to the doctor. Mom replied: Well-endowed? Yes. Good at it? No, but strong enough. Also,
does he have some kind of problem? Why does he always wash his hands and take such a long shower? He actually wanted to use a condom when I gave him oral
sex? What's wrong with him? Does he think I have bad breath? Then why does he keep kissing me? ...
After a long silence, Mom replied: He's a germaphobe, he showers several times a day. After he came, our water bill
doubled. I talked to him about it, and he said he'd cover the extra water bill. I think the reason he uses a condom
is...because he thinks my penis isn't clean...
His analysis is spot on. I suddenly understood, and I was speechless. I encountered a weirdo.
After his PhD, he asked me to see a movie once, and I agreed. What I couldn't stand was that he actually washed his hands every time he went to
the restroom . His hands were noticeably whiter than his arms. I understood his germaphobia, and I decided
to stay away from him. After the movie, he asked me to his house, and I didn't agree. He took me back to my house, and he wanted to kiss me.
I reluctantly agreed. He invited me to his house again, and I said, "You can come to my house for coffee."
I believe he understood what I meant, but his reply was, "I'm not thirsty."
Okay, if you're not thirsty, I won't offer you a drink. I said goodbye, and the moment I stepped out of the car, I instantly understood why
he wouldn't come to my house—he probably thought I was dirty!
From then on, I stopped contacting the PhD student. I only replied to one of his 1000 WeChat messages a day. We were friends, but
we weren't right for each other.
Mom told me the PhD student was always looking gloomy, lovesick.
I replied: He really needs to see a doctor.

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