A woman's experience of cheating

I finally did it. My husband has been gone for almost a thousand days. I've felt empty and lonely; not a single day has passed without me suffering since he left.
So many times I've wanted to leave and find another spring. But societal pressures have held me back. Although when my husband was with me, I often thought about having an affair, I never had the chance. Now that he's gone, psychological factors have made me hesitate. I think about how my children will perceive me, about how I'm past my prime and my attractiveness has faded. At over forty, how many men would be interested in me? I considered buying a gigolo, but I worried about hygiene. I didn't want to waste my youth like this, to let reality torment me. Finally, a little over a month ago, a car accident brought about the wonderful thing I'd been longing for.
That day, I was rushing to work, and at the entrance to the Ziqiang Tunnel, my motorcycle couldn't brake in time and I crashed into his car. As soon as he got out and saw me injured, he quickly helped me up and asked about my condition. He politely explained that he would claim the damage from the insurance company himself. Whether I was injured was more important. After confirming that we were both alright, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye. Unexpectedly, he called three times that day to inquire about my health. Although I was fine, his concern for me as a victim touched me deeply, and I, who had been celibate for so long, felt a surge of affection in addition to gratitude. The thought of him holding me, of being so close to a young man's body, filled my mind with fantastical dreams. But then I remembered I was old enough to be his mother, and I snapped back to reality, no longer daring to indulge in such fantasies.
Unexpectedly, after a few phone calls, we gradually became closer. He invited me to dinner, ostensibly to help me recover from my shock. We had a candlelight dinner at the Miramar Water City Restaurant. That night, I felt a bit like I was experiencing first love—excited, uneasy, and expectant. During the meal, his humor and charm deeply captivated me. I felt as if I had returned to my youth, a naive young girl in the throes of first love, gazing at the man I admired all night, listening with admiration to every word of his elegant conversation. After the meal, I couldn't even remember the content of our conversation.
After dinner, we strolled around the Miramar shopping district. Suddenly, he leaned close to my ear and said, "I want to make love to you. Let's go to a hotel." His bold move startled me. But he didn't give me much time to think before accepting, saying, "Your allure makes me impulsive; I need your redemption." "His words ignited a long-suppressed desire within me. I'm a woman with a very strong sex drive. When my husband was around, we had sex almost every day. Even after he passed away, I never stopped pursuing sex. It's just that time and space didn't allow it; I wanted it too!
But this man, more than ten years younger than me, his abruptness directly broke down my defenses. Perhaps I was mentally prepared before meeting him! Or perhaps I had been expecting it all along! I'm no longer a shy young girl; I have no right to refuse my desires. Without hesitation, I got into his car and went to a motel in Zhuwei. We didn't leave the room all night. As soon as
we entered, he embraced me warmly. Having not experienced the pleasures of a man for so long, I was overwhelmed by the heat of his breath. My legs almost gave way. He supported me with one hand and placed the other on my body..." We kissed passionately, his tongue swirling in my mouth as if trying to devour it. His hands continued to roam over my body for about five minutes. He gently laid me down on the bed and began to undress me. I enjoyed the tenderness emanating from the young man's body. With my eyes closed, I was immersed in the sensation of him removing my clothes, bra, skirt, and panties. This process actually gave me my first pleasure.
He lowered his head and began to kiss my breasts, his hands not idle, rubbing every inch of my skin. When he reached my vulva, he stopped and began to tease my clitoris. I naturally parted my legs, enjoying the pleasure of being teased. I accepted his movement as he moved his body down, his mouth stopping between my thighs, licking my vaginal opening and clitoris. At this point, I couldn't take it… Ah… no… no… Although I said no, my waist twisted wildly, my breasts trembled, and every time his tongue brushed against my clitoris, my legs would tremble, they would start to jerk and go weak, I couldn't hold on any longer, and I had another orgasm!
I felt I had to repay him, so I busied myself searching for his young penis. I rubbed his penis with my hand; it was already very hard and swollen red, with tiny bumps on the glans—it was top-quality, the young, huge penis I had longed for day and night. I licked it with my tongue, smelling a fishy smell, the special smell of a young, huge penis! Instantly, my blood boiled, and I felt a strong sexual urge. I put his penis in my mouth, a move that surprised him. I kept sucking on his big penis, and he shouted that it felt good, saying he couldn't take it anymore. Unable to contain his lust, he spread my thighs and used his fingers to part my vulva... He guided his penis into my vagina with his hands, and I couldn't help but cry out the moment it entered. Oh my god! This was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted in so long. He knew that a mature woman like me didn't need any more pampering. Once inside, he started thrusting relentlessly, powerfully and quickly! I closed my eyes and kept moaning, enjoying the pleasure. And just like that, I had another orgasm.
Soon, he began to accelerate his thrusts, making "oh... um..." sounds through his nostrils. I knew he was about to climax. Then his penis twitched inside my vagina for almost a minute, and then stopped. He ejaculated. I rushed to him and hugged him, letting him keep his penis inside me to savor the warmth of his orgasm. We separated after a long time to clean up.
Suddenly, he looked at me quietly. I couldn't help but smile and say, "Did you like it?" He smiled and nodded.
In fact, from the look in his eyes, I could already see the pleasure he had derived from our intercourse. Similarly, if I, who had been celibate for so long, were asked the same question, I would answer loudly and confidently: I like it.
For a mature woman in her prime, the lack of sex is pitiful. How lucky I am to have met and possess this young man's penis, and more than once. Then came our second time making love that night…
Some say women are strange creatures. When she guards something, she can do it for a lifetime. But once she lets go, she can also do it for a lifetime. The first affair is definitely not the last.
I told him that my husband is a few years older than me, and although our sex life is good, he went to the mainland three years ago under the pretext of developing his career, and then I lost all contact with him. I haven't enjoyed the pleasures of love in a long time. I'm getting older, no one likes me anymore, and I can't bear to spend money on male prostitutes, it's really frustrating. But after seeing you, my heart was moved, and I don't know why, I just want you to kiss me and hug me. I whispered in his ear.
"Really?" "He asked with a smile.
I grabbed his penis and played with it, saying, "How come yours is so big? It was so thick just now!" As I spoke, I stuck out my tongue to lick his nipple, and my soft hands rubbed his large penis up and down.
Under my caresses, his penis immediately became hard and stood there proudly. I laughed: "It's good to be young, you're already capable again so quickly." "This time I wanted to take the lead. So I lowered my head and kissed his darling penis, then straddled him, using my hands to guide him down. My vagina was wet with the love juices from our last time, and it quickly swallowed his penis. I started moving up and down a couple of times, and he put his hands on my waist, which he really enjoyed. Face to face, my mature body, squatting, was pressed tightly against his young body. I actively swayed my lower body, trying to bring his genitals closer to mine. Then my vagina began to thrust and squeeze his glans, faster and faster. My hips arched, and my vagina contracted and thrust repeatedly, rhythmically and skillfully, very powerfully, the frequency increasing, like someone doing heavy labor, panting and making 'woo-woo' sounds." A sound.
I was both surprised and excited. I had never experienced such wonderful intercourse before. My face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, and I was sweating. My two large, white breasts were swaying incessantly. I had abandoned all feminine restraint and was wildly and wantonly enjoying the pleasure of sex. I unreservedly revealed the hunger and wantonness of a mature woman, passionately immersing myself in the thrill and surprise of infidelity. I felt my vagina was like a mouth, constantly swallowing and caressing his penis. Suddenly, my vagina contracted, and I hugged him tightly, gripping his penis tightly. A tingling sensation and a dizzying feeling washed over me. He gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting his penis upwards with force, and ejaculated. This time, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
After the climax, I lay motionless on top of him, my limbs weak, numb below the knees. This was a pleasure and enjoyment I had never experienced before. We fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms…
This was the second time we had sex during my first affair.
When we woke up, it was midnight. He wanted to take me out for a late-night snack. So I got up and quickly washed up. While I was getting dressed, he kept touching my breasts, making it impossible for me to button my clothes. He then embraced me tightly, and we kissed passionately, making me want more…
Actually, I was conflicted, struggling internally. My long-dormant needs made me want to satisfy myself again and again. But I was also afraid of this young man beside me. Could he handle it? What did he think of me? I was afraid that one time would scare him away. What I wanted wasn't a one-night stand; not a fleeting affair. I wanted a long-lasting relationship, I wanted to reclaim the youth I had wasted, time and time again. Thinking of this, I tried to pull away.
"No," I said, even though it wasn't what I had imagined.
"Don't you like it?" he asked.
"No, I'm hungry, I want something to eat," I tried to distract myself from my craving with something else.
"I'll give you my big cock, then you won't be hungry anymore!" he teased me.
"I'll eat it when we get back!" I used delaying tactics.
We got back from our late-night snack at around 3 a.m. We only ate for a few minutes, but afterwards we walked back to the motel. Along the way, I felt like a young girl in love, having a midnight rendezvous with my lover, strolling through the quiet, deserted streets, enjoying the tranquility of our time together.
I was in a particularly good mood. Back in the room, we couldn't wait to undress each other. We lay naked on the bed, embracing each other. This time, I took the initiative. My hand grasped his penis; the head was wet and sticky, a sign of his young man's desire. I smeared his love juice onto his penis, making it glisten. He buried his face in my chest, kissing my breasts, and said, "You've maintained your figure so well, a young and beautiful body with a mature charm. I love it, you know?"
Of course I knew. Although my features aren't strikingly beautiful, they're still above average, and I have a rather pleasant temperament. Many people say I resemble the legendary beauty "Tang Lanhua." Especially my body, covered by clothes, with its fair and delicate skin. I don't look like someone in their forties at all. It's a pity I can't expose myself, otherwise, countless young men would fall at my feet. Another unknown fact is that I possess a vagina that can suckle penises. My husband has ejaculated more than once during sex, his penis inside my vagina being sucked by me. He told me I possess a "natural treasure." But my foolish husband doesn't appreciate it, not enjoying such a "treasure." Well, that's fine, otherwise how would I have the opportunity to meet young men in motels and enjoy our lovemaking?
This young man beside me is like any other young man. He has a strong sex drive, but is unfamiliar with sexual techniques. They are very enthusiastic, but don't know how to please women. But why do mature women generally like this kind of man? Is it to relive the wild pleasures of youthful sex? Or to seize the last moments of youth and enjoy the lingering joy of sex before twilight? Or, like me, to make love out of pure desire? I, after all, desperately wanted sex.
He pressed his body against mine, kissing and licking my ears, neck, chest, and breasts.
Then he knelt beside me. I looked at him tenderly, watching him caress my body, slowly and gently rubbing against me. I felt so excited and comfortable. Then it was my turn to take his penis into my mouth, using one hand to assist, stroking it slowly at first, then faster, skillfully stirring and licking, focusing on the glans. Each time, I almost took the entire length of his penis into my mouth, my soft hand following along with the stroking, the pressure just right. He couldn't withstand my caresses, and in no time he was erect, ready to pounce. Seeing that it was about time, I eagerly straddled him, aiming his penis at my vagina. With a thrust of my hips, his large penis was already inside me. And so, I began to thrust and squeeze!
I thrust my hips back and forth with great force, a look of near-pleasure on my face, moaning loudly, "Oh...oh..." The sound grew louder and louder as I rubbed my mons pubis against his penis intensely, my vagina contracting and pulsating faster and faster, "Ah...ah..." I cried out loudly, collapsing onto him, I climaxed. He then thrust his penis upwards forcefully, holding me tightly, and I continued to moan and kiss him, utterly wanton. This time, I wanted him to truly experience the seductive allure of a mature woman.
After a few minutes, seeing that I had calmed down somewhat, he asked, "How was it?"
I nodded, "Great!"
He didn't let me rest for long, immediately flipping me over and thrusting into my soft body, me arching my hips to cooperate. After a while, he stood up, made me kneel on the bed, stick my buttocks up, and penetrated me from behind, his hands gripping my waist, thrusting hard into my vagina, extremely pleasurable. His eyes were fixed on my plump, white buttocks, his hands grasped my soft breasts and fleshy waist, his ears heard my wanton moans and the "slap slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and his glans felt the wet, hot flesh gripping it. He could no longer hold back. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, his hands tightly gripping my two plump breasts, shouting loudly as he ejaculated forcefully.
This time, it was incredibly satisfying, and he was utterly exhausted. He held me as we lay there, quietly stroking my rounded shoulders and smooth back.
He looked at me affectionately, and I felt a little embarrassed. "I don't know why, but I just wanted to do it with you again, and I couldn't help but do it again. The woman-on-top position is my favorite. When I did it with my husband before, I could have two or three orgasms every time I was on top, it was so enjoyable and satisfying."
He touched my wet vulva. "You're a woman who really knows how to enjoy sex!"
I was a little embarrassed and lowered my head, answering softly, "You should say I'm a woman with a very strong sex drive. We've already done it three times tonight."
He gently touched my cheek and said, "Making love with you is truly enjoyable, especially when you orgasm, your vagina sucks on my penis like a little mouth. That kind of pleasure is something I've never experienced before in my life."
"My husband says the same thing. He often says I'm a one-in-a-million 'natural treasure,' something you can only dream of." He hit on my proudest point, and of course, I told him without any shame.
He continued, "I'm addicted, I can't live without you, I want you forever!"
"Let nature take its course!" Having finally grasped the last vestiges of youth and truly enjoyed the pleasures of sex, I didn't want to be tied down like this.
Now I'm still wondering, did I cheat? My husband left me on his own. Don't I have the right to pursue satisfaction? Do I have to care so much about societal opinions? In a few years, when I'm old and faded, I'll regret wasting my youth. Some say, "When men get old, money is all that matters. When women get old, everything is gone." Isn't that a realistic assessment of male-female sex? I know countless women in their forties and fifties like me, still bound by patriarchal moral constraints. They yearn for the thrill of infidelity but can't take the first step. Sisters, the most inhumane system in the world—the monogamous, lifelong marriage system—needs us to break through its inhumane barriers. When children grow up, and husbands grow old and weak (and still seek out younger women).
You also possess a captivating mature charm, the kind of "mature wife" many young men dream of. They don't want to marry us; we simply want to enjoy the sexual pleasure of young men. Each gets what they want, without any burden.

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