Red apricot blossoms over the wall

My name is Afang, and I am a well-educated, 38-year-old married woman with a respectable job. My husband is handsome and charming, and my son is academically excellent and obedient. To outsiders, I seem to have a happy and fulfilling family, but in reality, I am a pitiful woman living a life of widowhood. Six years ago, my husband suffered severe damage to his genitals in an accident. On the surface, he appears normal, but in reality, he is impotent, essentially a eunuch. My husband and I have a good relationship, and he knows I have physical needs. He worries that I might succumb to loneliness and have an affair, so he often tries to please me with his mouth and has bought sex toys for me to use. But these only arouse my strong desires and do not truly solve the problem. Besides, how could I use sex toys in front of him without considering his self-esteem? Apart from my husband, I have never had any relationships with other men. Due to my upbringing and my conservative views, I never thought I would have an affair. It was one afternoon, near the end of the workday, when my boss invited us to dinner together that evening. Several local government officials needed to accompany me. At the time, I didn't think much of it, as I'd had dinner with my boss's clients with a few female colleagues before. After drinking, the men started telling their usual dirty jokes, which made my ears burn. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but all I wanted to do was get some fresh air. Just then, I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. Even as I looked at him, his gaze remained fixed on my face. It was Cheng, our department manager. My heart pounded. Finally, the dinner ended, and after some pleasantries, Cheng offered to drive me home. It was already past ten o'clock, and since I didn't dislike Cheng, I agreed. On the way home, Cheng drove very slowly. He seemed to have something to say, but couldn't quite get it out. When we arrived at my building, I turned to get out of the car, and Cheng suddenly grabbed me tightly from behind and pushed me down onto the seat. Faced with this sudden attack, I was both shocked and frightened, struggling desperately: "What are you doing? Don't do this!" Cheng covered my mouth with one hand and gently whispered in my ear, "Don't scream. It's late at night and quiet. If we get caught and taken to the police station, we'll be in big trouble." I thought that if I screamed and got caught and taken to the police station, it would really be a big deal. Then, Cheng gently said to me, "Ah Fang! I really like you so much, for a long time. Don't move, I just want to kiss you and touch you!" I tried my best to push him away, but he held me tightly and wouldn't let go. The car was shaking, so I didn't dare to push him anymore. It would be too embarrassing if we were really caught, after all, I have a family. Seeing that I no longer resisted, Cheng kissed my face and lips wildly, and his hands also slipped inside my shirt to caress my breasts. "Ah Fang, you're so beautiful, I love you so much!" he stammered. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my bra up, my breasts sprang out, and he bent down to kiss them, sucking on my nipples. He muttered to himself, "Your breasts are so big and plump!" It was the first time my breasts had been touched by a man other than my husband, and I felt ashamed. But undeniably, the pleasure from his sucking on my nipples made me weak all over. I tried to struggle, but it was futile. His hands... He slid his hand down to my crotch, trying to slip it inside my pants. I immediately grabbed his hand and said, "Please 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, "I'm not the kind of woman you think I am. If you don't listen, I'll call for help." He still said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid if you call for help. I'll be in jail for two or three days, and then I'll be out. But what about you? How will you explain it to your husband? If you're not afraid, then go ahead and call!" This was a clever move. Yes, I didn't dare to shout. Alas! Now I could only let things continue as they were. In that instant, without realizing it, he had pulled my pants down to my knees. His hand kept kneading my mons pubis, while his other hand moved down to my vulva, parting my labia and gently stroking them with his fingers. I felt as if my whole body had gone paralyzed. For a long time, I hadn't experienced sex. For a woman in her prime, how could she possibly resist a man touching her private parts? Yet, I still felt a touch of shyness; I knew my face was flushed. Cheng's lips kissed my face and lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth and mingling with mine. His arms were so strong, his scent so intoxicating; I felt dizzy, and I didn't want to refuse. In the darkness, I felt something like a copper rod pressing against my lower abdomen, warm and soft. I couldn't see what his penis looked like—whether it was thick or small, long or short—I had no idea. Cheng gently stroked the inner walls of my labia with his fingers, caressing my labia and vaginal opening; the tingling sensation was incredibly pleasurable. He then pulled my labia upwards, revealing my swollen clitoris, and gently massaged that extremely sensitive spot with his fingers. I trembled as if electrocuted, a wonderful pleasure spreading throughout my body. His strong body pressed down on me, his penis against my mons pubis. It moved back and forth against my inner thighs. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, plunging his entire penis into my vagina. I didn't know how thick his penis was, but I felt it completely fill my opening. A long-lost feeling of fullness washed over me. He continued thrusting, and I lay motionless beneath him. In the darkness, we couldn't see each other's expressions, but I could feel his lips kissing my face and breasts, his hands kneading my breasts and nipples. He licked around my nipples with his tongue, then gently sucked on them, making me feel all itchy and tingly. Meanwhile, his penis continued its slow, rhythmic thrusting. His movements were gentle and rhythmic, without any haste. He would gently pull out his penis, then slowly and powerfully thrust it in again. Withdraw, insert, withdraw, insert again. Each thrust was so gentle yet powerful, touching the deepest part of my body. His tongue slipped into my mouth and intertwined with mine. A pleasant sensation traveled from the depths of my vagina and opening to my brain. It had been a long time since I had felt this kind of pleasure from sex; I longed for it so much. Cheng's penis moved in and out at a steady pace, the shaft shifting left and right, up and down inside me, making my whole body feel hot… Slowly, I felt his penis, each time it plunged deep inside, the glans seemed to touch the deepest part of my opening, like an electric shock, making me shudder. It felt so good. This repeated itself, and gradually I felt more and more comfortable. My breathing became rapid, and I became increasingly wet inside, feeling light and airy. His penis continued its rhythmic, unhurried insertion and withdrawal, each thrust gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. Each time it plunged deep inside, my body involuntarily trembled, a sensation of indescribable pleasure. Unconsciously, I reached out and gripped his arm tightly. He seemed to sense this and gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. My pleasure intensified, and the fluid inside my vagina increased, overflowing with each thrust. "So good, so good," I murmured, releasing my grip on his arm and instinctively lifting my buttocks to match his thrusts. He thrust in forcefully, and I raised my buttocks to meet his. I felt as if my vagina had widened; I only wanted his penis to thrust harder, faster, deeper. I held him tightly, and he thrust even more vigorously.My pleasure intensified with his rapid and forceful thrusts. My breathing became increasingly rapid, and the fluid inside my vagina gushed out like a torrent, flowing onto the car seat and wetting my buttocks. The harder and deeper he thrust, the more pleasurable it was for me. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, and waves of pleasurable sensations spread from deep within my vagina throughout my entire body. My vaginal canal seemed to be widening, and I couldn't feel the intensity of his penis; it felt as if it were very, very small. I couldn't tell if my canal was widening or his penis was shrinking. I squeezed my legs tightly together—wow! It felt so good. We were both drenched in sweat. The faster he thrust, the faster my buttocks writhed. Each of his strokes was so powerful, piercing straight to my core. My body trembled, and I wished I could keep his penis inside me, root to the root, forever. His breathing grew more rapid, his thrusts stronger. I had never felt such pleasure before. I felt as if I were drunk, light and airy, as if I were dreaming, hazy and confused. I couldn't tell which way was north, south, or even where I was. I completely forgot I was having an affair with another man. He made me feel so comfortable and at ease that I didn't want him to stop. I wanted this feeling to last forever. This comfort and ease was indescribable. His penis was like a piston, thrusting wildly. I was lost in the moment, arching and lifting myself beneath him. My buttocks swayed like a sieve, and 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 body throughout my entire being. I reached an unprecedented orgasm. It felt like a pile of mud was pressing down on me, unable to move. I don't know how long it was before my floating mind returned to the driver's seat. Cheng got off me, and I felt my genitals were soaking wet. We rested for a while before getting up to straighten our clothes. I hadn't expected that our first time having sex would bring me to such extreme pleasure, reaching an unprecedented orgasm. I felt a surge of affection for Cheng, 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, Cheng asked me, "Afang, how was it? How do I compare to your husband? Not bad, right?" I retorted defiantly, "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, didn't he?" He looked at me, expecting my answer. I looked at him, unable to utter a single word. Yes, in the past six years, my husband had never given me anything like pleasure, never felt anything as wonderful as tonight. I truly didn't know a man could make a woman so happy, so ecstatic. Sigh! Cheng asked me, "Will we do this often in the future?" "No," Cheng replied, his eyes fixed on me. My tone softened. "Maybe, I have to go home." Cheng said helplessly, "Okay, see you tomorrow." I straightened my clothes and hair and got off the bus without looking back, afraid I wouldn't be able to leave. When I got home, my husband was already asleep. After washing up in the bathroom, I carefully examined myself in the mirror. My figure hadn't changed much since we got married; my breasts were still high and firm, my buttocks were gently upturned, and my skin was still so fair and smooth, without a single scar. I asked myself, "If my husband were as handsome and strong as Cheng, would I have done what I did tonight?" I didn't know, because there are no "what ifs" in this world. I slept soundly that night, and I saw Cheng in my dream. The next day, I felt extremely embarrassed when I encountered Cheng. He was my colleague, but we had sex. Doing that with a man other than my husband made me feel ashamed, and I really didn't know how to face Cheng in the future. Cheng, seemingly nonchalant, whispered in my ear in a secluded spot, "Did you sleep well last night? Did you think of me while you slept?" Hearing this, my face flushed instantly, my heart pounded faster, and I remained silent. He continued, "I think you won't forget what happened last night; I believe you'll never forget it." Embarrassed, I asked him, "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 advances again!" My heart trembled. He seemed to see right through me, knowing what I was thinking, and my face turned even redder. For the next few days, Cheng and I lived peacefully, as if nothing had happened. But I often relived everything that had occurred that day; to be honest, deep down, I longed for it to happen again. A few days later, Cheng quietly told me he had booked a room at a hotel and invited me to go there after get off work. I knew what going there meant, but I still went as if possessed. At that time, I had forgotten my family, my husband, and my children. As soon as I entered the door, Cheng hugged and kissed me, and we fell onto the bed. He pressed down on me, kissing me as he took off my clothes. In no time, my clothes were off. Cheng was on top of me, one hand constantly stroking and kneading my breasts, while the other hand slowly moved down to my abdomen, his fingers touching my mons pubis. He looked down at my genitals, his hand constantly rubbing my mons pubis. I saw him slowly kissing my breasts, his lips slowly moving towards my lower abdomen. He squatted down, his lips just touching my mons pubis. He gently examined my labia majora and minora, his thumb gently sliding back and forth between my labia, his middle finger occasionally rubbing my clitoris. I felt very comfortable from his touch. His hands massaged my perineum, and I felt another wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. My vaginal canal was hot and wet. Then, Cheng spread my legs with his hands, and his mouth was on my opening, sucking hard, swallowing the wetness that was flowing out. Then, he stuck his tongue into my vaginal opening and licked it frantically, parting my labia majora and gently licking my clitoris back and forth with his tongue, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably, feeling extremely comfortable. His hands kneaded my breasts back and forth, making my whole body numb and tingling. My vagina felt empty and needed his thing to fill it. I was so flustered, and I grabbed his hand, signaling him to fuck me. Cheng's pectoral muscles were very developed, his chest was broad, and his waist was thick. He was a real bear with a broad back and bulging muscles everywhere. Especially his penis, which was thick and long, almost like a foreigner's, much bigger than my husband's. It was his huge penis that brought me to the brink of ecstasy, and it was this very penis that gave me an unprecedented orgasm. Just thinking about it filled me with indescribable pleasure. Cheng straddled me, gripping his large penis as he prepared to penetrate my vagina. I was so excited that my vagina was wet and empty, already waiting for his penis. My legs were spread wide, my vaginal opening wide open. I could feel his large glans already pressed against the entrance of my vagina, but he didn't rush in. His glans slowly moved in and out at the entrance of my vagina. With each slow movement, his glans gradually 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 vaginal canal, but it didn't hurt at all. He thrust his large penis in and out a few times, until it was fully inside me. My vaginal canal was completely filled with his penis. He began to thrust slowly, gently but powerfully, each thrust hitting my G-spot. I felt very comfortable. He then used his lips to suck and pull my nipples, and licked around them with his tongue. I felt lightheaded, and my vaginal canal was constantly leaking fluid. 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 surged, and I unconsciously let out soft moans. My vaginal canal was getting wider and wider, and I squeezed my legs tightly together, as if I couldn't even feel the intensity of his large penis. My breathing became more and more rapid, and his thrusting became faster and faster, each thrust hitting the very bottom. I clung to him tightly, feeling incredibly good, especially when his large penis thrust powerfully to its deepest point. My body trembled as if electrocuted. My mind and body felt like they were floating in mid-air, one orgasm after another. I reached three orgasms in a row, a sensation that made me feel like I was dying of pleasure, and also made me lose consciousness. I didn't even know when he put my feet on his shoulders. I only saw him panting heavily, using all his strength for a final thrust. He thrust hard, his large penis penetrating all the way in. With each thrust, my whole body trembled involuntarily, and I moaned incessantly with each orgasm. I gripped his sweaty arms tightly. Suddenly, Cheng said, "It's coming!" Immediately afterward, a warm stream shot into my vagina. Cheng lay on top of me like a dead pig, motionless. I was also exhausted from reaching four orgasms. I gently stroked Cheng...Covered in sweat, he got off me and lay down on the bed. Neither of us said anything. Soon, Cheng seemed to react again. "How can his sexual ability be so strong?" I thought to myself. Cheng held his penis, the large glans pressing against my opening, and slowly inserted it. Because the semen inside my vagina acted as lubrication, it went in easily. He slowly thrust in and out, his large penis moving in and out of my vagina with each thrust. His mouth kept kissing my face and lips. I hugged his waist with both hands, squeezed my legs together, and lifted my buttocks, moving them up and down and side to side. I found this rubbing and shaking very comfortable, and I became more wet. His large penis moved in and out like a piston, hitting the bottom with each thrust. Strong currents of electricity quickly spread throughout my body from the deepest part of my vagina. I held him tightly. Soon, he ejaculated, and I reached orgasm as well. To be honest, I really didn't want to leave him. I loved him so much, loved his huge penis. What my husband hadn't given me in the past few years, Cheng gave me completely. After he ejaculated, I held Cheng tightly, not letting go. I wished he would come and keep me company every night, giving me pleasure. I was willing to take off my pants and let him have his way with me anytime he wanted. Afterwards, it was late when I left the hotel. When I got home, I lied to my husband, saying I was working overtime, and he didn't ask any questions. Later at work, Cheng and I pretended nothing was wrong, but we were secretly having sex. I felt like I had been conquered by him, both mentally and physically. His flirting skills were superb, and his penis was thick and large. I experienced the pleasure of sex again and felt like a woman again. I know that as a married woman, this is wrong, and I'm letting down my family, husband, and children. But if my husband were sexually successful, would I cheat on him? I don't know. Because there are no "what ifs" in this world.

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