Wife's Affairs Zhu Zhen 8

After that, Zhu Zhen's husband and I chatted more often. Although he didn't say anything offensive, he would tell me about his worries. Once, when we were having a good chat, he suddenly blurted out, "I wish I had met you sooner." I asked him why, knowing the answer already. He replied, "Then I would definitely marry you and spend my life with you." I was suddenly a little touched, and even had a slight urge to sleep with him right now. I replied, "Then I might marry you and spend my life with you," adding a sly smile emoji, thinking to myself, "I would never marry you, you can't support me." He immediately replied, "Really?" I replied, "Yes, you are so outstanding." We chatted like this, and he became distracted, asking me out to dinner every day. Just when I was considering how to find a suitable excuse to agree, the opportunity came.
One morning, I woke up around 10 a.m. and checked my WeChat. I found that Zhu Zhen's husband had been messaging me since around 8 a.m., asking if I was there. He had sent me about seven or eight messages. I was curious why he was contacting me so early, so I asked what was wrong. He replied that he and Zhu Zhen had argued that morning and he was in a bad mood. Women love gossip, so I asked him out of curiosity why they had argued. It was actually just a trivial matter. He was off work that day, and Zhu Zhen had asked him to drive her to the company. He was a little slow, and Zhu Zhen, being a Hunan girl with a quick temper, nagged him, saying he was being slow and not manly. He retorted, but Zhu Zhen, with her fiery temper, wasn't one to back down. She continued to argue back, and finally stormed off, throwing down the words, "If you had our boss (my husband)..." "Even half a man's appearance would be better than this," I laughed after reading that. Zhu Zhen's husband graduated from university and got a civil service job; he's a bit bookish. Zhu Zhen has liked my husband for a long time, and she really likes the ruggedness he developed during his ten years in the army, so it's normal that she doesn't like him. It's just that her husband doesn't know about the relationship between Zhu Zhen and my husband, which is why he doesn't understand. We chatted for a while longer, and after he had poured out his grievances, I said, "Zhu Zhen is actually quite good; she's simple, family-oriented, but a bit feisty." He said, "If only I had a gentle and considerate woman like you as my wife." I said, "No way, I have many flaws too." He replied, "You're a good woman." I thought to myself, if you knew how shameless and promiscuous I am, you wouldn't say that, and replied with a shy smile. After a while, he said, "I'm in a really bad mood today. Come with me to see the beach." I remembered the weather forecast said a typhoon would make landfall that night, so I got up and opened the curtains to look. The sky was overcast, it looked like it was going to rain heavily. I said, "There's a typhoon? And you still want to see the beach?" He said, "Seeing the beach during a typhoon is a different kind of experience. It makes you feel your own insignificance and the greatness of nature, and makes you cherish life and your loved ones even more." Cultured people really do speak differently. A few words from him made me want to go to the beach with him. I said, "Okay, I'll go with you to see the beach. Come pick me up at one o'clock." Then I jumped out of bed to wash up, boiled an egg, blanched some vegetables, ate it with a small piece of bread, and started getting ready. By the time I finished, it was almost one o'clock. Zhu Zhen's husband had already arrived. I thought that since we were going to the beach, I couldn't wear too much... Formal attire: a denim mini-skirt, tennis shoes, a tight-fitting short-sleeved pullover with nipple covers on, and I went out. Zhu Zhen's husband's car was an Odyssey, a popular choice among families in Guangdong. I got in the car and saw that Zhu Zhen's husband was wearing baggy beach shorts and a tank top. We drove directly to Dapeng. We didn't speak the whole way; the atmosphere was somewhat dull and oppressive. I wanted to start a conversation, so I said to him, "Zhu Zhen is younger, and you're seven years older than her. You should be more considerate of her." He said emotionally, "How can I be considerate of her? She finds fault with everything I do. I don't know what I did to offend her." I thought to myself, "It's my husband who offended you. Your wife only thinks my husband is the most pleasing to the eye." But I said aloud, "Women need to be coaxed. Just buy some flowers and coax her a bit." He snorted and stopped talking.
We arrived at a beach, though I didn't know where it was because a typhoon was approaching, so there was hardly anyone to be seen. It started raining, a heavy downpour. We parked the car not far from the shore. The wind had picked up at sea, and the waves were crashing against the rocks, creating huge sprays. The rain grew heavier. After watching quietly for a while, I suddenly felt a strange fear. I shrank my shoulders and said, "How scary!" He reached out and put his right arm around my shoulder, and I naturally leaned against it. He turned to look at me, and I looked at him too. Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed me. I was caught off guard and looked at him. He kissed me again, and this time I pouted and accepted his kiss. He looked at me again, and I looked at him too. This time, he didn't let go. I held his head and kissed him back, then gently pushed him away. He released my lips and kissed my face and neck. I pushed him away and whispered, "Don't do this. It wouldn't be good if Zhu Zhen found out." "Don't mention her, don't ruin the atmosphere," he rudely interrupted me, saying. He then kissed my lips again, pulling my shirt out from under my skirt and up to my breasts with his other hand. He began kneading my breasts, quickly rubbing off my nipples, which he then pinched and teased. Just as I tried to pull my shirt down, he leaned over me. Because there wasn't a high barrier between the driver and passenger seats, and the car was high up, he simply straddled me, adjusted my seat to its furthest position, and lowered the backrest. I whispered, "No, no," weakly pushing against his upper body. It was more of a feigned resistance than resistance. He knelt between my legs and forcefully pulled them down, my upper buttocks sliding to the front of the seat. My labia were now at the very edge of the seat, and I could feel his penis pressing against them. And he wasn't wearing a bra! I continued my token struggle as he lifted my skirt. I pretended to twist and turn in resistance, actually to make it easier for him to remove my underwear. He probably didn't expect it to go so easily, so he became a little flustered. I cursed him inwardly for being clumsy, but I simply cooperated by lifting one leg to let him pull down my underwear, feigning a final resistance. He pressed his upper body against mine and reached down to pull down his pants. I felt his penis rubbing against my labia. I said, "Don't do this, we can't do this," but he finally entered me. His penis slowly but resolutely advanced inside me, finally plunging all the way in. I had just let out a soft breath when he began to frantically ravage my vagina with his penis. I groaned and gasped, "You have... Zhu Zhen, I have... a husband, what... is this... going on?" He kept thrusting into me, saying, "I'm divorcing Zhu Zhen." "You should get a divorce too, and we can live together," he said. I said, "I...don't know...how...to tell my...husband." He said, "I'll go tell your husband." This startled me. I was really afraid this idiot would go to my husband, and then my husband would be in a real predicament. He couldn't say he knew, nor could he say he didn't care. So I quickly said, "Then I'll...die...I'd rather die than...be with you." He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why?" I said, "I love my...husband...I won't leave him...today I was...forced..." He said, "You really are a good woman," and then he fucked me even more violently. I said, "Then why are you...harming me? How am I supposed to face people after this?" He said, "I can't help it, I like you too much, I just couldn't control myself, I'm sorry." I turned my face away and ignored him. He continued to fuck my vagina. Maybe he was too excited, because he quickly ejaculated inside me.
After he completely ejaculated, he pulled his penis out of my vagina. I remained motionless with my legs spread apart, head turned to the side, eyes closed. I wanted him to think I was utterly despondent, otherwise I was afraid he might one day lose his mind and tell my husband nonsense. He was indeed scared, repeatedly apologizing and telling me not to do anything rash in my ear. After a while, seeing that it was enough, I pretended to be utterly hopeless and muttered to myself, "If anyone finds out, I'll die." He quickly pointed to the sky and said he would never tell anyone. After a while, I slowly sat up, found my underwear, put it on, straightened my clothes, and said to him, "I want to go home." He drove me home. The rain in the city wasn't too heavy, and seeing that it wasn't even four o'clock yet, I let him take me back to the company.
Li Ping and the others later asked me how things were going with Zhu Zhen's husband. I said nothing was going on. Actually, at that time, I didn't want to drag Zhu Zhen into it, but later I changed my mind. I'll talk about that next time.
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