Sweet feeling

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Sitting in the office, my mind felt blank; I couldn't even remember what the morning meeting was about. I sat blankly in my chair, staring at the computer screen, not knowing what I was looking at.

"Lingling, what are you thinking about? Time to go home."

A familiar voice startled me. I was startled to see Kevin, who had been missing for a week, standing in front of me, smiling broadly.

Suddenly, I felt my face burning. I stood flustered in front of the desk, completely at a loss. Why was Kevin here? Where had he been all this time? Was he off work?

I felt my face flush and my heart pounding, completely flustered, stammering, "Ke...Kevin...how is it you...what...what are you doing?"

Kevin looked at me with a grin and said, "Lingling, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" As he

spoke, he reached out and touched my head, his eyes filled with concern, perhaps even a hint of ambiguity.

I suddenly froze, standing there dumbfounded, not even flinching, feeling as if Kevin's hand had struck me with an electric current. My body stiffened instantly, trembled violently, and my legs went weak, almost causing me to collapse.

I quickly braced myself on the table, panting, and said, "Ke...Kevin, is...is something wrong?"

Kevin said, "It's time to go home. Let's go eat."

As if bewitched, I subconsciously followed Kevin out of the company. It wasn't until I sat down at a restaurant table that I regained my senses. I looked at Kevin and said, "You...when did you get here?" Kevin

laughed and said, "Lingling, you're already drunk before you've even had a drink! When did you get here? I haven't gone anywhere! I've been at the company the whole time. Are you so confused because you miss A-Jian (my husband) that you're mistaking me for him?"

Kevin's words jolted me back to reality, and I immediately blushed. "You...you're talking nonsense! I haven't seen you for the past few days, I thought...I thought you were away on a business trip."

Kevin stared at my face, making me guiltily avoid his gaze. "I'm at the company every day! What's wrong? Lingling, do you miss me?"

"Get lost, who missed you? I...I just haven't seen you for the past few days, and...I thought you were away on a business trip." My face turned even redder after saying that.

Kevin usually jokes with me, and I don't usually mind. But today, for some reason, I felt that Kevin's eyes were a little ambiguous, as if there was something hidden in them? Maybe...maybe it's just my own imagination!

Kevin looked at my red face and stopped teasing me. Instead, he asked me, "Lingling, what do you want to eat? It's my treat. You've been eating very casually these past few days."

Kevin's words made my heart suddenly race. He had actually been paying attention to me these past few days.

The waiter came over, and Kevin ordered four of my favorite dishes. Since he had to work in the afternoon, he only ordered two bottles of beer.

As I ate the delicious food, my heart was pounding with excitement. It turned out Kevin had been watching me these past few days, and today he'd ordered my favorite dishes again. He… why hadn't I seen him these past few days? I dared not think further, much less ask.

I ate the food, my head bowed, afraid to look Kevin in the eye. My face was flushed, my heart pounding rapidly, as if I were suffocating. I drank large gulps of beer to suppress my agitated and panicked heart.

Finally, after finishing the meal, my emotions slowly calmed down. Afterwards, Kevin ordered two cups of coffee, and we drank them quietly.

At the company, I felt restless all afternoon, a premonition that something was about to happen. What could it be? I didn't want to think about it, I dared not think about it. I wasn't afraid of others, but of myself! Before the end of the workday, I hurriedly left, or rather, secretly ran away. I knew why. I was afraid. I was afraid to see Kevin; I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my heart.

The next day, Kevin asked me to have lunch again. After lunch at the company, Kevin told me we should have lunch together after work. I didn't refuse; refusing would only show my guilty conscience.

Another weekend arrived, and a week had passed. These past few days, I've felt both happy and conflicted, unable to explain my state of mind. Every night when I got home and lay in bed, my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts.

At ten o'clock that night, my husband called, asking about my life with concern and reminding me to take care of myself. My husband's care moved me to tears, and of course, I also missed him. I told my husband about what had happened these past few days, including how Kevin had been having lunch with me every day. My husband listened happily and said, "That's a good buddy."

He told me to tell Kevin if I needed anything, and then teased me, "Little slut, I haven't turned off the green light, the road is wide open, sister, go for it, hahaha!"

which made me blush.

After hanging up, I couldn't fall asleep again. My husband's words kept echoing in my mind. I knew he was telling the truth. He really didn't mind, he even hoped I would have sex with Kewen. Why? Could it be… No way! I know my husband well, and I trust him completely. He would never betray me, but… why would he want me to have sex with Kewen…? Thinking back to when we first met, fell in love, had sex for the first time, got married, and even switched roles two years ago… I know my husband truly loves me and wants me to be happy and content. With his love, as a woman, I am truly satisfied and feel incredibly happy. But… that doesn't mean I can have sex with Kewen!

I now truly understand that my husband is doing this for me, but I love him very much too. How can I have sex with Kewen…? I don't deny that I have feelings for Kewen. Back in college, Kewen and my husband both pursued me. Although I chose my husband, Kewen has always remained in a corner of my heart. Over the years, Kewen has maintained a very good and close relationship with us. My husband has always considered him his best friend and hasn't held any grudges against him for pursuing me. I also like Kevin, just like him, but I've never had any improper thoughts about him. Since

my husband wanted to play role-swapping, I don't deny that I was initially a little resistant, but once it started, I accepted and even enjoyed the game. From then on, Kevin emerged from the corner of my heart. Although sometimes the thought of having sex with Kevin would cross my mind, I always treated it as a game to enhance the fun and passion of sex with my husband, never thinking about actually having sex with Kevin.

Reflecting on everything over the past two years, Kevin suddenly disappeared and then suddenly reappeared these past few days. Thinking about what my husband said earlier, I felt that my husband and Kevin seemed to have a tacit understanding.

I couldn't sleep at all, my mind was filled with wild thoughts, sometimes thinking about my husband, sometimes about Kevin, and desire was gradually burning within me.

"Ring ring!" The sudden ringing of the phone startled me. Who could be calling so late? I picked up the phone, and a familiar voice that made my heart race came through—it was Kevin.

I tried my best to suppress my excitement, but I couldn't hide the trembling in my voice: "Ke...Kevin, is there something...something wrong?"

Kevin's voice was still so kind, but to me it was so alluring: "Oh! Lingling, aren't you asleep yet? It's nothing serious, there's a company party tomorrow, I'll pick you up tonight."

"Oh! Then I'll wait for you at home tomorrow night."

Kevin's voice suddenly became ambiguous: "Really, you'll wait for me at home tonight?"

Kevin phrased his words as a question, his tone laced with ambiguity, emphasizing "tonight" and "wait for me," making it sound like a woman in heat inviting her lover over for a rendezvous. My heart pounded, my body burning. I didn't know how to respond, only managing a mumbled "Mmm."

Kevin continued, "Will you wait for me at home tomorrow night?"

My mouth went dry, and I forced a weak "Mmm" to stay in my throat, trying to suppress my racing heart. My mind was in turmoil; I didn't know what to say, just mumbling "Mmm," sounding almost suggestive, like a lustful young woman responding to her beloved's advances.

I quickly hung up, realizing I was sweating, a mix of panic and excitement. Hearing Kevin's voice amidst my already intense desire only intensified it; I felt a dampness on my buttocks.

I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, and Kevin's image immediately appeared in my mind. If Kevin were standing in front of me now, I think I would probably throw myself into his arms without hesitation. My hand unconsciously reached between my legs, my fingers caressing my labia, which were covered in vaginal fluid. A wave of pleasure flowed into my heart, and my body trembled involuntarily.

I murmured Kevin's name, imagining him passionately caressing me, my fingers quickly kneading. After only a dozen or so kneads, I couldn't help but call out "Kevin, Kevin," and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, reaching orgasm.

The next day, I was restless all day at home, feeling as if time was passing very slowly.

By the afternoon, I was even more agitated, constantly listening for any sound from the front door, my heart pounding with anxiety. I dressed up early, changing several outfits before I felt satisfied. Standing in front of the mirror, my face flushed, filled with shyness and excitement, like a young girl waiting for her lover to arrive, anxious and excited.

The doorbell finally rang. I practically jumped off the sofa and rushed to the door, only realizing how out of control I'd become when my hand was on the doorknob. I stopped, took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart, and shook my head vigorously to clear my head. Only when the doorbell rang again did I regain my composure and slowly open the door.

Kevin stood at the door with a broad smile, a hint of excitement on his face. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he exclaimed, "Lingling, you're so beautiful!"

My face flushed, and I suppressed my excitement, saying, "Oh, not at all! I'm an old lady, beautiful? Don't tease me."

Kevin looked at me and said, "Wow! Lingling, if an old lady looked like you, I'd rather have you than a young girl."

I blushed at Kevin's words and said shyly, "Get lost, you're talking nonsense."

Kevin laughed and said, "Come on! My beauty."

"You're still talking nonsense."

I playfully hit Kevin, closed the door, and got into his car.

The party was lively, as everyone was from the company and very relaxed. The atmosphere was very enthusiastic, and everyone drank freely. I drank quite a bit too, and by the end of the party, I felt a little drunk. Feeling dizzy from the alcohol, I wanted to go home, so Kevin left his car at the company and walked me home.

Kevin and I walked side by side down the street, chatting as we went. Looking at our shadows trailing behind us, I suddenly remembered the walks my husband and I used to take after dinner, and my face began to flush.

After a while, I felt a little dizzy, and my steps became unsteady. Kevin, worried I might fall, reached out and put his arm around my waist. The moment his hand touched my waist, I tensed up, but didn't resist. I leaned gently against Kevin, inhaling his alluring masculine scent, my face burning and my heart pounding, yet filled with sweetness.

Finally, we reached our doorstep, and I could already hear the dog barking. I took my keys out of my bag and opened the door. Kevin helped me inside, casually closing the door behind him, and my heart began to pound wildly again.

Kevin helped me sit down on the sofa, then made two cups of coffee and placed them on the coffee table before sitting down beside me.

I suddenly felt nervous, lowering my head, unable to look at Kevin, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, I got up and went into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. My fair face was flushed, exuding the unique charm of a young woman. My eyes seemed to hold pools of autumn water, and a faint smile played on my lips. I was over 1.6 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. My curvaceous body was shapely and full, my breasts rising and falling with my breath beneath my clothes. My rounded buttocks curved gracefully upwards, and my flat stomach and long legs radiated the allure of a woman in the prime of her life.

I stood up from the toilet, took a damp towel, and carefully wiped between my thighs. I didn't know why I did it; it was just an unconscious action. I went

to the living room, sat on the sofa, and softly said to Kevin, "Thank you for bringing me here."

"Thank me? It's my honor to bring such a beautiful woman like you. I should thank you for giving me this opportunity; I should thank you," Kevin said.

My heart pounded even harder, and waves of heat washed over me. I knew my face must be burning red. I said coquettishly, "Get lost! You're just talking nonsense. You men only know how to use these kinds of words to make women happy. So smooth-talking and sweet-talking. Do you often try to please other women like this?"

Kevin laughed and defended himself, "No, I don't. I'm only saying this to you. I've never said it to any other woman. I'm only saying it to you."

My face turned even redder.

Kevin was giving me a hint, implying that he liked me. I hadn't expected Kevin to be so direct, and I panicked.

I stammered, "You...you're just talking nonsense. I'm not...I'm not good at anything. I'm not pretty."

"If you're not pretty, then there are no pretty women. In my heart, you're the most beautiful woman. It's just that I don't have the good fortune of Ah Jian to be with you..."

Kevin stopped there, staring intently at me.

My face flushed instantly. I glared at him playfully, then said shyly, "Get lost..." and slapped him lightly.

Before I could pull my hand back, Kevin grabbed it. I froze, trying to break free but feeling weak and powerless. Before I could react, Kevin had his arm around my waist. My heart pounded wildly, and I was so nervous I couldn't move. With a slight pull from Kevin's arm, my breasts pressed against his chest. I panicked, completely at a loss, and just stared blankly at Kevin.

Kevin looked at my face with deep affection and suddenly kissed my lips. My body tensed, trembling uncontrollably. A surge of heat rose from the depths of my heart, spreading rapidly throughout my body, stimulating my sensitive nerves, and my consciousness began to blur.

Kevin passionately kissed my lips, his warm breath on my face, the strong masculine scent intoxicating me. I involuntarily closed my eyes, and when Kevin's tongue parted my lips, I had no intention of resisting. When Kevin's tongue entered my mouth, I was instantly intoxicated, completely forgetting myself as Kevin's hot tongue ravaged my mouth.

For some reason, my throat felt unusually dry, and I gasped for breath. In that instant, my consciousness blurred; a strange impulse surged through me, my body grew hot, and a strong desire filled me.

The last vestige of reason in my mind reminded me of my husband, of our role reversal, of his words to me. Even that last shred of reason vanished. Kevin's kiss was so passionate, so intoxicating, so overwhelming. I seemed to lose my mind, wanting nothing more than to fully experience the passion.

I felt weak all over, my breathing became increasingly rapid, and I was completely immersed in excitement. Losing all the reserve of a young woman, forgetting all the concerns of a wife, my hands involuntarily tightened around Kevin's waist. I sucked hard on Kevin's lips and tongue, our tongues intertwining, kissing greedily.

Kevin held me with one hand, while the other caressed my waist and lower abdomen, gradually sliding upwards. Soon, his restless hand reached towards my chest, gently unbuttoning my clothes, then pressing his large hand against my full breasts. I clung tightly to Kevin's neck, writhing and involuntarily moaning. I felt my whole body burning, my thighs already wet.

My reaction fueled Kevin's passion; one hand slid down to my chest, kneading my full, high breasts forcefully. Intense pleasure surged through me, my body growing more eager, my desire intensifying. I was lost in the passion of Kevin's kisses and caresses, and before I knew it, the buttons on my shirt came undone, and my bra slipped down. Kevin's hand was now directly kneading my breasts. More stimulation and pleasure overwhelmed my body; I was immersed in excitement and joy, completely surrendering. Kevin's

lips began to kiss downwards, his tongue leaving my lips and sliding down my neck, slowly kissing my breasts. When Kevin took my nipple into his mouth and began to suckle, my body trembled violently: "Oh...oh oh..." I finally couldn't help but moan softly. I held Kevin's head tightly with both hands, my breasts thrusting upwards. Kevin sucked on one of my nipples forcefully with his mouth, while his other hand kneaded the other breast vigorously. My body twisted involuntarily, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, the suppressed desire within me burning fiercely, my rapid breathing and moans filled with joy. I kept moaning, releasing my pleasure.

Unconsciously, Kevin took off my top, and I slowly lay down on the sofa. Kevin kissed my nipples alternately, sucking on them forcefully with his mouth, while his hand reached down between my legs.

My legs were already filled with lustful fluid, and Kevin's fingers slid along my labia minora. Pleasure surged through my body like an electric current from between my legs, and I involuntarily thrust my hips upwards, lustful fluid gushing out like a spring. Kevin's mouth slid across my lower abdomen, easily pulling down my pants and underwear, and then he kissed my labia fiercely, licking them incessantly.

With moans, I spread my legs wide and raised them high. Kevin knelt on the ground, continuously sucking on my labia, his tongue sliding between my labia and clitoris. As Kevin kissed and licked, my body trembled uncontrollably, my buttocks involuntarily thrusting upwards, and I let out pleasurable moans.

Intense stimulation and pleasure overwhelmed my lustful body, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Oh... Kevin... Kevin... I love you... Oh... I can't... I can't take it anymore... Kevin... Oh... Faster... I... I want... Oh... Oh..."

I grabbed Kevin's head tightly with both hands and pulled him upwards. I really didn't care about anything else; all I wanted was to make love with Kevin, to crave his penis inside me.

After almost two years of role reversal, Kevin was deeply imprinted in my heart. Consumed by lust and losing all sense of reason, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by desire. I held Kevin's head, kissing his mouth, which was wet with my juices, passionately. I held Kevin tightly to the waist, and he reached down to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. My legs were already spread wide and arched. With my moans, Kevin, his thick penis erect, grabbed my buttocks and thrust forcefully, his large penis penetrating my already wet vagina.

The force of his penetration sent a wave of intense pleasure through my body. I trembled violently, my vagina contracting and spasming, moaning softly as I clung to Kevin, reaching orgasm the instant his penis entered.

As my trembling subsided, Kevin's penis began to thrust rapidly, his large penis pumping in and out of my vagina. My body, deprived of sex for two weeks, was unusually sensitive, and the pleasure from Kevin's rapid thrusts was incredibly intense. My body trembled with each thrust of Kevin's penis, and my juices flowed uncontrollably, quickly soaking the sofa beneath me.

With each rapid, powerful thrust, the stimulation and pleasure intensified. I couldn't help but thrust my hips upwards, moaning loudly, "Oh...oh oh...Kevin...oh...harder...harder...oh...I love you...Kevin...Kevin...oh...oh...fuck me...fuck this little slut...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...Kevin...oh...oh oh oh...I'm flying...oh...oh...oh...oh oh oh oh..."

The moans of my husband, switched roles, escaped my lips involuntarily. With Kevin's rapid, powerful thrusts, I quickly reached another climax. My body arched back violently, stiffening, my legs trembling uncontrollably in mid-air. I held Kevin tightly in my arms, moaning softly, my vagina contracting and convulsing violently, gripping his penis tightly. Then my body trembled violently as Kevin's penis thrust deep into my vagina, rapidly ejaculating streams of hot semen onto my cervix. The impact of the hot semen caused my body to tremble again, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed from my vagina; I had reached multiple orgasms in succession. I lay

limply on the sofa, my arms still wrapped around Kevin, my legs still tightly wrapped around his waist. Kevin knelt on the floor, his upper body pressed against me, his eyes filled with love and passion, gently kissing my lips; both of us were covered in sweat.

While kissing my lips, Kevin said, "Lingling, I love you, I really love you so much. Today I can finally have you."

I knew Kevin had always liked me, and I liked him too, especially after the role reversal with my husband these past two years, Kevin was deeply imprinted in my mind. I kissed Kevin passionately, my face flushed with shyness, and murmured, "Kevin, I like you too, too..." After

kissing for a while, my body gradually calmed down. Because I was covered in sweat, my back felt uncomfortable leaning against the sofa, so we went upstairs to the bathroom to shower together.

Kevin carried me into the bedroom, put me on the bed, and lay on top of me. We hugged and kissed each other.

Now I was completely relaxed, without a single worry in my heart. Just now, while showering with Kevin, I felt conflicted and guilty. After the climax, I regained my senses, and reason told me that I had made an unforgivable mistake. My mood suddenly became very low. Kevin clearly sensed my change in mood and began to comfort me, telling me that this was my husband's idea.

My husband knows that Kevin has always liked me. A few years into our marriage, our sex life became somewhat disharmonious, and my husband often felt inadequate. Although I didn't complain, my husband felt uneasy. He loves me very much and always wants me to live a happy and fulfilling life. Two years ago, my husband and Kevin were drinking together when they discussed the same issue. Kevin and my husband had been very close since college. As the drinks flowed, they spoke more freely, and Kevin told my husband his solution: role-playing.

Kevin told his husband that they were facing the same problem, which was causing them both distress and frequent arguments. Later, while on a business trip, Kevin overheard a role-playing wife-swapping game. After much consideration, he decided to try it with his wife. Initially, she disagreed, but after several discussions, she agreed. The result was unexpected; her reaction was excellent.

At first, Kevin asked his wife to choose a role, but she refused. She said her colleagues were too familiar and she saw them every day, so she didn't have anyone she liked, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself over time. Finally, Kevin suggested she play the husband. He was her best friend, and she also had a secret crush on him, so during the role-playing, she could imagine her as him.

Surprisingly, she agreed immediately, and they were both very passionate during sex. Kevin's role was public—he played the husband; my role was private. When his wife excitedly called me "husband," he also mistook her for me.

My husband joked with him, "You little rascal, are you also thinking of your wife as Lingling? I know you've always had a crush on Lingling."

Kevin just chuckled, neither admitting nor agreeing.

My husband thought about it and felt Kevin's suggestion made sense. After considering it for a few days, he finally decided to give it a try. Knowing I also liked Kevin, he carefully planned to make me fall for him.

Recalling these two years of role-switching, and remembering when Kevin and his wife were drinking at my house on the Lantern Festival, Kevin said to his wife, "Haven't you thought about anyone else?" His wife blushed and secretly glanced at my husband. I understood everything.

I also asked Kevin if his husband and wife had slept with my husband, and Kevin told me absolutely not. He told me, “Ah Jian really loves you. When he asked me to have sex with you, I was surprised and against it. Although I like you a lot, I respect you even more and only keep my love for you in my heart. But Ah Jian honestly told me his feelings. He wanted to do this because he loves you. Ah Jian wants you to receive more love because he knows you like me too, and you are always very engaged when we make love. So Ah Jian hopes to fulfill your inner desires and make you truly happy.” After

hearing Kevin’s story, I blushed deeply. I had indeed had thoughts of having sex with Kevin deep down, and now that he had said it directly to my face, I was truly ashamed.

I slapped Kevin hard, shyly scolding, "It's all because of you two stinky men, making fun of your own wives for no reason, and then you say we..."

Kevin hugged me tightly, kissing my lips, saying, "We did this because we love you. We've never touched another woman, Lingling, you know I've always loved you."

At this moment, I felt at peace. We washed and played around, and I asked Kevin not to tell my husband about what happened between us, which he agreed to.

Kevin's hands caressed my body, and since I had no more inhibitions, my body quickly became aroused. I stroked Kevin's strong body, and when I touched his penis, I passionately grabbed his thick penis tightly in my hand.

Kevin's penis was comparable to my husband's, and seemed even a little longer. Looking at the penis I had fantasized about countless times, the penis that had just brought me extreme pleasure, satisfying my inner desires, I couldn't help but squat down and take Kevin's penis into my mouth. I licked and kissed Kevin's penis, sometimes swallowing it deeply and manipulating it. Kevin quickly became excited, his penis began to throb in my mouth, occasionally thrusting his hips, pushing the glans deep into my throat.

Kevin was already very aroused; he suddenly picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, continuing to kiss me. His mouth moved between my legs, his tongue rapidly sliding between my labia. Intense pleasure surged through my excited body; I involuntarily parted my legs and thrust my hips, my vaginal fluids gushing out.

I kept moaning, "Oh... Kevin... oh... Kevin... oh... oh... I love you... oh... so good... oh oh oh..." As

I moaned, Kevin's tongue slid rapidly. His tongue teased my clitoris, his hands grasping and kneading my breasts, his fingers pinching and kneading my nipples. My lust quickly rose, and I began to crave the fullness of his penis. My body writhed incessantly, my vaginal fluids flowing continuously. My body's desire was becoming unbearable. I longed to make love with Kevin. I held Kevin's head and moaned, "Oh...oh...oh...Kevin...want...oh...faster...I want...Kevin...oh...faster...faster...fuck me...oh...oh..."

As I moaned, Kevin climbed on top of me, his thick penis sliding between my labia a few times before plunging into my vagina. "Oh...oh..." With Kevin's penis inside, my vagina was immediately filled. Then Kevin began to thrust rapidly, his thick penis pumping in and out of my vagina.

I hadn't had sex for almost twenty days, and my desire, both mentally and physically, was incredibly strong. At this moment, I became exceptionally excited. Kevin's penis thrust in and out of my vagina, intense pleasure overwhelming me. I hugged Kevin tightly, my legs wrapped around his buttocks, thrusting my hips upwards with each of his thrusts.

This time, the lovemaking lasted almost twenty minutes, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, and I reached orgasm. Kevin continued thrusting vigorously, and with each thrust came another climax. Kevin began to thrust even harder, his thick penis penetrating deeply into my vagina, the head of his penis striking my cervix repeatedly. The intense stimulation and pleasure made me incredibly excited; I couldn't help but moan loudly, my hips thrusting upwards in rhythm with Kevin's movements.

Suddenly, Kevin began to thrust rapidly, his penis penetrating deeply into my vagina, as if trying to penetrate my very stomach. Under Kevin's powerful thrusts, my body stiffened, my waist arched upwards, my head thrown back, moaning loudly, my vagina contracting tightly around Kevin's penis. Suddenly, my body trembled violently, and I clung tightly to Kevin's body. Kevin also pressed the head of his penis against my cervix, ejaculating into my cervix with a shudder.

I held Kevin tightly, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm, my face filled with happiness and satisfaction.

After resting for a while, Kevin released me and sat up, saying, "Lingling, I really wanted to hold you like this, but I can't today. It's getting late, and I have to go. I'm so sorry. I'll tell my wife I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll spend the night with you."

I understood him. Although I really wanted Kevin to stay with me, I couldn't be so selfish; his absence would definitely arouse my wife's suspicion. I suppressed my disappointment and smiled, saying, "It's okay, Kevin. I'm already very happy and satisfied today. Thank you, Kevin."

Kevin kissed me, then went downstairs to get dressed. After dressing, he came back up, hugged and kissed me for a while, and then left.

After Kevin left, I lay in bed savoring the pleasure and satisfaction he had given me. Suddenly, I felt very thirsty, so I got up to pour myself a glass of water and sat down at the dressing table. Looking at my satisfied and alluring face in the mirror, I said to myself, "You little slut, you really are a little slut, having sex with someone else behind your husband's back, shameless."

As I muttered to myself, my face suddenly turned bright red, and I couldn't help but chuckle, making a face at the mirror. I took a sip of water and lay back down on the bed. The thought of spending the night with Kevin tomorrow, of making love with him to my heart's content, filled me with joy, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

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