A woman whose gender is ambiguous – whether she's a lover or a sexual partner.

I'm 35 now, and after 15 years of wandering the world, I've been with countless women. A few of them particularly captivated me, but today I'll start with one—I'm not sure if she was my lover or just a sexual partner. The story is a bit long, but it's exciting and very real.

I met her in November 2000 at a friend's gathering. This friend of mine is a hardcore gamer, and I'd say I'm a bit of one too. He loves buying high-end hardware upgrades, which is how he got to know this guy who runs a computer business. He often went to buy things from him, and that's how I, who frequently accompanied my friend, also got to know this guy. She was his girlfriend.

That particular time, my friend had bought a ton of stuff, and I guess the guy in the computer business made a lot of money, so he treated us to dinner that night and wanted us to help him with his business in the future. That's how I first met her. She was average-looking, a bit pretty, with big eyes, but a little thin (nowadays, she might be described as a petite, bony woman). She was a woman of few words, and when she did speak, it was in a soft voice. We were laughing and joking loudly, and since men are together, we were bound to tell some dirty jokes. She just chuckled softly. We barely spoke that time, and I didn't really pay her much attention. I just knew her, but I didn't even know her name. Later, when I bought computers or other products for relatives and friends, I went to her shop. Later I learned her name (let's call her "Jie").

One time when I went there, the men weren't there, only her and a few workers were there. While waiting for the computer and system to be installed, I chatted with her casually and found that she was quite talkative and good at joking. Thinking about it, who can't talk when running a shop? Maybe she wasn't very talkative because we weren't very familiar with each other before. She told me she was preparing for an exam, using connections to take the civil service exam, and helping out at her boyfriend's shop when she had free time. We had a pleasant conversation that day, but I still didn't have any romantic feelings for her. I had other women at the time, but they weren't committed. I didn't have much work, so I opened an internet cafe with two friends. I often went to their shop to handle computer hardware issues, and we became quite familiar with each other, exchanging phone numbers. At some point, our conversations became much broader and deeper than before, and I often made risqué jokes with her.

Finally, one time I asked her, "Was your boyfriend your first man?" She said, "Yes." I jokingly said, "Your boyfriend is so lucky! Have you been with any other men?" She suddenly fell silent. I realized I'd gone too far and quickly apologized. After a moment of silence, she said, "Yes!" I was stunned. I had only asked casually, never expecting this outcome. I never imagined that such a seemingly innocent and pretty girl (I was 25 that year, she was 22) would have other men besides her boyfriend. In a moment of impulsiveness, I asked her again, "How many?" As soon as I asked, I knew I shouldn't have asked. Sure enough, she looked at me for a long time without saying anything. I was about to run away when she said, "Do I look like a promiscuous woman?" I quickly replied, "No, no!" She then said, "You're quite curious! Aren't only women the type to ask so many questions?" She looked at me with a smile, and I could only awkwardly laugh. She looked at me for a while before saying, "I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else, okay? My boyfriend doesn't know." I was so curious that I even felt like a gossip myself. She finally said, "My boyfriend and I started dating in high school, and I gave him my virginity when I was 19. The other man was just a one-time experience, and I've never had sex with him again." I really wanted to ask her what happened, how it went, and how it felt, but I was too embarrassed to ask again. But my feelings changed; I started out curious and wanted to know if I could be involved with her. When we met again, the way we looked at each other was different; there was something else in our eyes.

Finally, what was bound to happen...

It was May 2001. A bunch of machines at our internet cafe broke down, so we had to ask someone from their shop to help repair them. She brought two assistants with her; her boyfriend was away on a business trip, working on some kind of order. They were busy until after 11 pm that night before finally getting it fixed. She sent the two assistants home first, leaving just the two of us in the entire internet cafe. I said, "We've been working for so long, let's go get something to eat," and she said, "Okay." So we went out. Once outside, she suddenly said she didn't want to eat anything and wanted to go home. I said, "It's so late..." "I'm worried about you going home alone, so I'll take you by taxi," I said. She didn't say anything and just stood by the roadside.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I just said, "How about we go to my place? It's not far from here." She looked up at me but still didn't say anything. I figured I'd already said it, so I might as well say, "No one's home. I live alone. Do you want to come?" She nodded in agreement. I gave her a ride on my bicycle (back then, I didn't have the money to buy a car). She sat in front of me. There weren't many people on the road at night. I looked down at her delicate face and couldn't help but kiss her cheek. She bit my neck hard, and I said, "Ouch! Why are you so fierce?" She replied, "Now you realize I'm fierce? Then why did you provoke me in the first place?" She even gave me a flirtatious glance, making my heart skip a beat. She seemed to be a little devil.

When we were almost home, I suddenly remembered we didn't have any condoms, so I tentatively asked her, "Want to go buy some?" She calmly replied, "Whatever!" After thinking it over, I went to buy some anyway. A box of condoms. I bought them at a 24-hour convenience store. She was waiting for me by the roadside. I showed her the box and asked, "Is this okay?" She replied expressionlessly, "This is for men, I don't care." I honestly didn't know what to say. She doesn't talk much, but what she does say is usually unexpected. (I've rambled on a bit, but this is a true reenactment). When we got home

, we turned on the lights, closed the door, and went into the bedroom. Neither of us spoke; we just started undressing in perfect unison. When she had taken off all her clothes... When it came time to take off her underwear, she refused, so I went up to try and undress her completely. She resisted a little, saying she was embarrassed, so I hugged her tightly and gently stroked her back. After a while, I couldn't resist and started to take off her bra again. This time, she didn't resist. After I removed her hands from her chest, I started to get excited.

I never expected that someone so thin would have such large breasts (about 1.6 meters tall and only 85 pounds)! I immediately grabbed them. Ah! What a wonderful feeling! Soft and elastic, with small nipples. My penis was already rock hard. Finally, we were both naked. I wanted to get a good look at her, but she seemed shy and asked me to turn off the lights. How could I agree to that? I hugged her and put her on the bed; she was so light.

I kissed her lips, and our tongues immediately intertwined. I grabbed one of her large breasts and squeezed it hard. After we finished kissing, both of us breathless, I wanted to look at her genitals, but she refused. I was so anxious, like a cat scratching my heart. She pressed me down onto the bed... She started kissing me, from my face to my mouth to my chest to my stomach to my lower abdomen.

Wait! She was still moving downwards, and then she kissed my penis! It was so unexpected. To confirm, I tried to look up, but she was on my lap, holding my penis with one hand and pushing me away with the other, saying, "Don't look at me, I'll be embarrassed. If you look again, I won't give you a blowjob." That look, that seductive and alluring manner, made my heart and penis pound. I had no choice but to lie back down, feeling her tongue gently licking my glans. She kept putting her already swollen penis into her mouth and sucking on it carefully. I was about to explode; I couldn't hold back any longer. I jumped up and pounced on her, trying to shove my throbbing penis into her vagina. The first couple of times, it wouldn't go in. What was going on? I quickly spread her legs to see what was happening. I froze again. Although there was already a lot of fluid, I could barely see her labia; her entire vulva was like a bun, completely covering them. I rubbed the head of my penis against her labia a few times; it was already glistening with her vaginal fluid. I really wanted to just shove it all the way in.

But she seemed very nervous, so I patiently and slowly inserted myself. She had closed her eyes and was making soft moans, so I used a little force and inserted halfway in. It was so tight! The feeling was so good, just being held so tightly without moving, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself. Then she made a sound: "No, no, don't go in any further." I hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'll go slower." But she... She used her hands to push against my waist, preventing me from inserting further.

I had no choice but to kneel down and kiss her large breasts first, then her nipples, and whisper in her ear, "What's wrong, baby? Are you uncomfortable? Did I hurt you by being too rough?" She looked dazed and whispered, "Yours is too big, too thick, I can't take it!" My male vanity was instantly and immensely satisfied; I was so happy!

I didn't forget to ask her again, "Is your boyfriend's not as big as mine?" She covered her face with her hands, too embarrassed to look at me. Then... After repeated questioning, she finally said, "It's not as long or as thick as yours. Yours is too big; I'm afraid I can't handle it." I was so happy! But after trying to penetrate her for a while, I only managed to get in a little over halfway. When I tried to go in any further, she said she couldn't take it anymore. I didn't dare to push too hard, so I reluctantly said, "How about you be on top? That way you can control it yourself, and I won't have to exert any force; you can do it yourself." Actually, I often ejaculate very quickly when a woman is on top, but I had no other choice. So

I lay down and let her be on top of me. She grabbed my penis and slowly lowered herself down. I didn't dare move at all, partly because I was afraid of hurting her, and partly because I wanted to control myself from the urge to ejaculate. Again, I only got in a little over halfway before I couldn't take it anymore. She sat on me, panting and shaking her head, saying, "No, no, it's too big; I can't take it." I tried to speak gently, saying, "It's okay, take it slow. If it hurts, stop for a bit and move again when you're used to it." She looked at me with bright eyes and said, "Are you always this gentle with women? Don't you..." "Do it this way, I won't want to leave you."

Watching her bite her lip as she spoke to me, her two large, white breasts swaying gently before my eyes, and feeling her hot, wet fluids flowing from my penis inside her vagina, I finally couldn't resist. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and thrust upwards forcefully. With a scream from her, I reached the bottom! It was an indescribable pleasure, tight, hot, and wet. If she hadn't been caught off guard and remained motionless on top of me for a while... I reckon if she just gently stroked or twisted a few times, I'd definitely ejaculate.

After I finally managed to calm myself down a bit, she seemed to have gotten used to it too. I saw her sit up off me; that slight movement made my penis throb a few times. She felt my movements, placed her hands on my chest, and said seductively, "Yours is so big, don't move, I'll do it myself." Then she gently lifted her hips and started stroking me, first slowly lifting her hips, but only halfway up, before even reaching the head of my penis, she... She sat down little by little, not very deeply, and didn't sit all the way down. Gradually, a large patch of her fluids soaked my stomach. Her movements became faster and faster, and she sat down deeper and deeper. Her moans grew louder, and I couldn't help but secretly thrust upwards from below. Now I was fully seated, with my glans raised. Before I could thrust a few times, she suddenly stiffened, her head tilted back, her buttocks pressed tightly against mine, and she twisted and turned violently, crying out: "It's coming, it's coming, I'm coming, ah...

" Then she collapsed softly against me, panting. My whole body was tense, and I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back—I couldn't ejaculate, I couldn't ejaculate! Because only now did I realize I wasn't wearing a condom!

Damn, I was just too excited; I only realized I wasn't wearing a condom at this point. Luckily, I managed to hold back and not ejaculate inside. I felt like I was at my limit; if I didn't pull out quickly, I definitely wouldn't be able to control myself and ejaculate. I quickly took a deep breath and said to her, who was still lying in my arms, "Baby, what's wrong? Is it very comfortable?" She whispered in my arms, "Mmm. Good." "It feels so good, you're killing me." I quickly added, "Baby, I haven't put on a condom yet, and I feel really good too. Let me put on a condom, otherwise I'm going to ejaculate." But she refused to get up and whined in my arms, "I don't want to, I don't have the strength to get up. If you want to ejaculate, then ejaculate. You don't want to ejaculate now, but you want to do it to me later?"

She was right, I couldn't just end it like that. Of course, I had to enjoy it properly. So I coaxed her, "Baby, be good. It would be troublesome if I ejaculated inside and got pregnant. I'll put on a condom and we'll do it again." Okay? Then I reached out and lifted her buttocks to pull my penis out. When she got up, a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed directly onto my stomach and thighs. I quickly grabbed a condom, put it on, and tried to roll over onto her, but she pressed me down and said, "I want to be on top." I said, "If you're on top, I'll be quick." She just wouldn't have it and said, "I want you to hurry up, you're killing me. I want to be on top so I can control myself, and you can't be too rough."

I had no choice but to let her be on top, and I lay down helplessly. I watched her straddle me, her erection hard. This time, she simply used her vagina to encircle my glans before sitting down. After inserting my glans, she paused for a moment before sitting down again. I don't know if it was because of the excessive vaginal fluid or because she had already taken it all in. She moved around a few times before slumping all the way down. It felt incredibly good, and I guessed she was enjoying it immensely too. At this point, neither of us moved, just quietly savoring this ecstatic sensation.

I was the first to act, grabbing her buttocks and pressing them against the bottom of her vagina, starting to rub. At first, I rubbed gently, feeling my glans pressing against something that was both hard and soft—probably her cervix. She placed her hands on my chest, closed her eyes, and slowly moved in sync with my movements. Because I was wearing a condom, my sensitivity was reduced considerably, and I no longer felt the urge to ejaculate. So, I rubbed harder and faster. She couldn't hold on any longer, moaning and trembling. After a while, she cried out in a sobbing voice, "I can't take it anymore, no..." "I want it, it's too sour, it's too sour, I don't want it anymore, please spare me."

I couldn't take it anymore either, so I switched to forceful thrusting, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and pressing down hard, while I thrust upwards into her body with all my might. I thrust in and out with all my might. After a few minutes of this high-speed, forceful thrusting, I was about to ejaculate, I couldn't hold back anymore. I only said I was going to ejaculate once before I pressed hard against her cervix and ejaculated. She also reached her orgasm. This time she didn't scream, she just bit her lip tightly and trembled on me for a while before stopping. She just lay on me without moving, and I then felt that my lower abdomen and thighs were full of water, it must have already flowed onto the bed. I picked her up and put her on the bed, and when I took off the condom, she suddenly said: "You ejaculated a lot, did you feel good when you did it with me?" I quickly hugged her and said: "Yes, it felt good. That's why I ejaculated so much." After a quick clean-up, I hugged her and chatted, and finally I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I found She was already beside me, watching me. Seeing I was awake, she said sweetly, "Your snoring is so loud, I couldn't sleep at all." I could only smile awkwardly. She snuggled into my arms and said softly, "It's dawn, I have to go." I checked my phone; it was almost 6 a.m. I held her tightly in my arms, and she gently stroked me.

As everyone knows, men often have morning erections, and I got an erection after just a few strokes. She noticed my erection and gently touched my penis, saying, "It's so thick." Smiling, I said, "So, do you like it? Shall we do it again?" She nodded, I couldn't tell if she liked it or just agreed to do it again. Never mind, she's beautiful, let's do it first.

I grabbed a condom and put it on. This time, I remembered to put on a condom first. Who knew she'd still want to be on top this time? I was so frustrated. This time she was much more skilled; she straddled me and went all the way in in no time. Women are truly amazing. It took me so much effort to get it all the way in, but after we were done, it was so easy to get it all the way in. She's really impressive.

This time, I didn't even expect to change positions. She was on top the whole time, and her stamina was really good. I was on the bottom, so I just thrust upwards with all my might. She didn't complain about not being able to or that it was too sore anymore; she just made soft moans and said something, which I couldn't understand. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated again. She kept asking me, "Are you going to ejaculate? Tell me when you're going to, and I'll come with you." It seemed she could control her orgasm time when she was on top. When she heard me say I was about to ejaculate, she started to twist wildly. When I started to ejaculate, she thrust a few times and pressed me down tightly, causing me to orgasm as well.

When we both calmed down, this time she took off my condom and looked at the semen inside, saying, "You ejaculated so much again! Can you always ejaculate this much?" I immediately swore, "I only ejaculate this much when I'm with you because it feels so good. You make me feel so good!"

We cuddled for a while longer, and then she went home to shower and change. Her boyfriend was coming back today, and she didn't want him to find out anything.

We maintained this relationship for over a year, meeting once or twice a week, mostly at my place and occasionally at hers. At that time, she wasn't married and lived in her own home. Her parents would sometimes visit relatives in other cities, and we would make love at her house then. But ever since she stayed at my house for the first time, we never stayed overnight together, also for safety reasons. Whenever we were together, we would basically make love twice, always so unrestrained and passionate.

I once asked her: "How do you feel when you make love with your boyfriend now?" She replied very lewdly: "You've really satisfied my appetite. Places he couldn't touch before, you can touch every time now, so what else can I feel? Sometimes when I'm with him, I have to close my eyes and think it's with you to feel anything. I basically don't have an orgasm anymore, and if I do, it's just a tiny one.

" Any man would get excited hearing that. She She would often say one of her classic lines: "You always give me such a pleasurable orgasm, what will I do if I can't anymore? What's the point of drinking plain water after you've gotten used to sugary drinks?" She was truly a vixen with an innocent exterior and a seductive interior.

I liked her a lot back then and enjoyed making love with her, but I never thought of replacing her boyfriend; I treated her as a lover I really liked. Finally, in October 2002, she got married to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend (I'll call him my husband from now on) had always been very good to her, and his business was doing well. They even bought a house and everything else for their wedding. I knew roughly when she was getting married, but I didn't pay much attention.

One day in October, I suddenly received a call from her. She said, "I'm getting married today. I'm waiting for them to come and pick me up. I miss you." As she spoke, she started crying on the phone.

I felt very sad when I heard her crying on the phone... When she cried, I comforted her: "Don't cry, you won't look pretty anymore. Today should be your happiest day. We can still see each other again in the future." But she said on the phone: "We can't see each other after we get married. I've wronged him before, and I can't wrong him again after marriage."

At the time, because I had other women, although I was a little sad, I could still let it go, so I comforted her a few more times and hung up. I didn't contact her for a long time. When I called her again, I found that her phone number had been canceled. I thought, "Forget it, let's just pretend it's all over."

I continued to live my own life, continuing to have several women at the same time. Later, I started to have a girlfriend, and I only had one woman in my life. Then I got married, and everything was normal. I thought I would live an ordinary life like this, but fate is like that. When you want something, it leaves, and when you have forgotten about it, it suddenly appears in front of you.

In June 2005, I received a phone call, and I recognized her voice immediately. It was strange; even after all these years, I could still recognize her voice instantly. She said, "Hello. Do you know who I am?" I deliberately spoke in a very calm voice, "Yes. How are you? How are you doing?" That's how we reconnected. She knew I had also been married. We only occasionally call each other to talk about our lives and catch up on each other's situations. She has now passed the civil service exam and, through connections, got a job as a police officer at the Municipal Traffic Management Bureau! It's an administrative job in an office, which is really good.

If things are like that, occasional phone calls aren't a big deal. But as the saying goes: what's meant to happen will happen... and our old feelings rekindled!

Life is truly strange. I never imagined that almost three years later we would reconnect. Of course, we're both married now, and I didn't have any high hopes. I had a slight urge, but I rationally controlled it. After all, we hadn't seen or contacted each other for years, and I didn't know what she was thinking now. It was better to avoid any trouble.

By then, I had bought a car. Because she worked at the Traffic Management Bureau, I sometimes asked her to help me investigate things that were exposed. Who would have thought that this would create an opportunity for us

? It was probably August 2005. My car was due for its annual inspection, so I called her to check how many traffic violations and exposures I had, and if she could help me clear some of them. She asked for my license plate number (we hadn't met in person yet, only talked on the phone), and she didn't know my license plate number. The next day, she called me and told me there weren't many violations and the fine wouldn't be much. I immediately said, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner sometime." It was just a polite remark, but she didn't agree and instead said, "You're such a bad person!" I didn't understand at first and asked her, "What's wrong? Why do you say that?" She chuckled twice and said, "You haven't been honest since you got married! How many women have you had?" I quickly explained, "No, no, I've been very honest since I got married, I haven't had any other women." She laughed again and said, "Don't lie to me, I've already checked, and you still won't tell the truth."

I was puzzled and asked, "How did you find out?" She said smugly, "We..." "It's the Public Security Bureau. When you registered your license plate number, the system already had your phone number, ID number, and home address. Yesterday, after I checked your traffic violations, I used your ID number to check your personal records, and it was all hotel booking records, many pages long. And you still tell me you don't have other women? Damn, the police's networked system is really powerful. I have had other women over the years, but I was very careful about keeping it a secret, who would have thought they could still find out?" I could only say: "Yes, I do have another woman (actually more than one). After you got married, I had to find another mistress." She continued: "I knew you weren't a good person, you're still so lecherous."

Since this incident, our phone conversations have changed from just exchanging greetings to discussing many sexual matters. That's how men are. Even knowing that her husband's penis wasn't as big or long as mine, I still frequently asked her about these things. Firstly, it satisfied my vanity, and secondly, it rekindled my desire to seduce her. I despise myself for that. Besides, we've had a sexual relationship before, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about talking about these things.

She told me that her sex life with her husband is quite harmonious, about 2-3 times a week, lasting only 10-15 minutes, and she feels comfortable. I said, "Only that much time? Then you definitely don't orgasm every time. When we used to do it, I could last more than half an hour every time, and you could orgasm every time." Women are more comfortable talking about sex after marriage. I noticed that she's much bolder about sex with me now than before, daring to say anything. When she heard me say that, she replied, "You've raised my appetite. If my sex life isn't harmonious, it's your fault." I quickly said, "Okay! I'll let you experience the difference between your husband and me." She didn't say anything, just laughed on the phone, but to me, it sounded like a lewd laugh.

I started asking her out, but at first she refused, saying she knew I had ulterior motives. I didn't know what to do. But one day she called me and asked me to meet, which made me very happy. We met at a small restaurant where we used to eat together often. When we met, I found that she hadn't changed much; she was still thin, but she wasn't wearing her police uniform. However, she seemed to be in a bad mood, eating very little and speaking listlessly. When I asked her, she wouldn't say anything, which made me lose interest. After we finished eating, we were about to go home. Suddenly, she asked me, "Do you have time now?" I said I did, and she asked if it would be convenient for me to come to her place. She was really direct. I said, "My wife is home today, how about we go to a hotel?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go to my place. You haven't seen my new house yet." Seeing that I hesitated, she added, "My husband isn't home; he's away on a business trip and won't be back for a few days." To be on the safe side, I didn't drive but took a taxi, and I got out of the taxi some distance from her house. I followed her... She walked slowly behind me, glancing around the whole way. It's true, getting older makes you more timid.

Her house was on the top floor of a multi-story building, a duplex, probably over 150 square meters, very nicely decorated. It seemed her husband's business was doing quite well. We first looked around the house, casually commenting on the different floors, and finally arrived at her master bedroom. A large bed and a large wedding photo on the wall were very eye-catching.

She smiled and said to me, "How's my house? It's alright, isn't it?" I immediately hugged her and said, "I've missed you, I want you." She gently struggled in my arms, saying, "Don't do this, let's not do this." I didn't care, kissing her while saying, "I want you, I want you now, I've wanted you for so long." She didn't resist anymore, and soon we were both naked. Three years later, I saw her naked again. Her

waist was still so slim, her breasts still so big, her nipples seemed a little darker, and her buttocks seemed bigger too. My mouth and hands were too busy, kissing and touching her enthusiastically. I was so busy... I wasn't so excited anymore. I lay down on the bed and said to her, still aroused, "Why don't you get on top? You like being on top the most." She climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis with one hand, and rubbed the head of my penis against her labia and vaginal opening a few times. The head of my penis immediately became big and shiny from her vaginal fluid. Under my gaze, she began to sit down little by little. Although it had been three years since I had been inside her, it was still very tight. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as she pushed.

After all, we had been married for several years. It wasn't easy to get in at first, but with the help of her vaginal fluid, it was quick. My lower abdomen was pressed tightly against her buttocks. We both breathed a sigh of relief. I touched her breasts with both hands and said, "So tight, are you comfortable?" She had already started moving on her own, moving up and down while saying, "So big, so big, oh..." I also pushed upwards with force, and the room was filled with her wanton moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together.

She was getting into it, but I had to be careful. I'm sorry, as I said before, I'm faster when a woman is on top of me, so I was already vaguely feeling... I felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly sat up, hugged her tightly, and used my hands to support her buttocks, rubbing my fully inserted glans against her cervix. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed her buttocks against mine forcefully.

I must say, she was very skilled at this; she probably used this position a lot with her husband. After only a short while, I felt the urge to ejaculate again. This wouldn't do; I had finally gotten this opportunity again, and I didn't want it to end so quickly, especially since she hadn't even orgasmed yet. Being married before makes a difference; she used to orgasm very quickly with me, but now she seemed much more skilled.

I quickly said to her, "Baby, let me be on top; I can't get any leverage like this." Actually, if she rubbed me like this for a while longer, I was sure I would ejaculate. She continued to twist her buttocks, her throat trembling as she said, "How much force are you going to use? Are you trying to kill me?" But she obediently released my penis and lay down on the bed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I spread her thighs and slid my penis back and forth against her labia. My entire penis was glistening with her vaginal fluids, even my pubic hair was wet, and she looked even more disheveled. Her entire vulva was covered in fluids, and her pubic hair was plastered to her body, allowing me to clearly see her labia; the color was noticeably darker than before. After three years of marriage, and 2-3 times a week (that's roughly 300 times in three years), changes are inevitable. Actually, I wasn't in a rush to penetrate her, wanting to calm myself down and completely suppress the urge to ejaculate.

I teased her: "How come you're so wet? You're so wet now..." "Is there always this much water?" She answered me without hesitation: "I'm always very wet, don't you like that I'm wet?" Then, in a seductive voice, she said: "Come on, come in, I want... I couldn't hold back anymore, and I thrust in all at once. I felt like I was all the way in at once, and the warm, wet feeling immediately enveloped me, it felt so good!"

She let out a groan that contained both pleasure and pain. Seeing the expression on her face, I quickly stopped and asked: "Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt a little?" She bit her lip and said: "Mmm, it hurts a little, but it feels good too. It hits the bottom right away." She took a breath and said, "He can't reach this spot, but you always manage to. What's the point of having such a big thing?" I laughed happily, "You don't like me being big? You don't like me being long?" As I said this, I gently thrust a few times, clearly feeling my glans being rubbed by something soft yet firm. It felt so good! She let out two soft moans, looking at me with her watery eyes and saying, "I like it, I like it, I like it when you're big, I like that you always hit the bottom, is that okay?"

I couldn't wait any longer. I immediately grabbed her legs, pulled them together, and lifted them high, then began thrusting forcefully and rapidly into her vagina. Hearing the splashing sounds from below and her increasingly loud moans, I was completely out of control, only knowing to thrust harder and harder. After thrusting like this for a while, I spread her thighs as wide as possible and continued to thrust violently. In this position, I could almost always penetrate all the way to her cervix, and even my glans was starting to ache, but I didn't stop at all.

I really didn't want to. Stop! This feeling is too good, I can't stop! She's almost incoherent from being penetrated so much, her hair is disheveled, her face is flushed, and she's crying out: "Oh...oh...no more, no more, harder, harder, I can't take it anymore...ah..." I can only respond with even more vigorous thrusting. Finally, she climaxes, hugging me tightly and shouting: "It's coming, it's coming, thrust into me, ah..." I also thrust my penis deep inside her, feeling the pleasure of her vaginal contractions.

When she relaxes a little, I kiss her and say: "Baby, you climaxed." "Is it good?" (A rhetorical question) "Is it good?" she said sweetly. "It's so good. I haven't had an orgasm in so long, you bad boy, I don't want to leave you." Then she launched into a passionate French kiss with me, and we finished, panting heavily. I said, "Baby, let's change positions. I want to come from behind."

She nodded seductively, got up, and turned around. My breath caught in my throat. She was so alluring, this vixen! Her smooth back, slender waist, round buttocks, her labia glistening with lustful moisture, and her enchanting little hole still oozing with desire. The view from behind was incredibly impactful. My penis was covered in her vaginal fluid and the clear liquid she secreted during her orgasm. It was at its maximum size. I grabbed the soft flesh of her big buttocks with one hand and gently rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening with the other. The wonderful sensation made me shudder. She turned around and looked at me with a wanton gaze, saying, "Stop teasing me, come in." I thrust all the way in again, and we both let out satisfied sighs at the same time.

I couldn't hold back any longer; I was going to ejaculate too, so I went all out. I gripped her slender waist with both hands and thrust forcefully. With each impact, the flesh of her buttocks rippled, the feeling was incomparably pleasurable. Her climax seemed imminent; her body had completely collapsed, her buttocks raised high as I relentlessly thrust, her mouth panting, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, please stop!" I ignored her and continued thrusting at full speed, because I felt I was almost there too, my penis rock hard, each thrust drawing a gush of vaginal fluid from her.

Her climax came first; she cried out, "Please, give it to me! I'm coming! Give it to me!" I knew I was about to ejaculate too, but I didn't know whether to ejaculate outside or inside her vagina. So I said, "I'm going to ejaculate too! Where should I ejaculate?" As soon as she heard me say I was about to ejaculate, she thrust her big buttocks back desperately, crying out, "Ejaculate inside me! Give it to me! Give it to me! I want it! Oh! Ah..." Looking up from her big bed, I could see their wedding photo, and I was in her house, in her... Inside her on the bed, the feeling was absolutely amazing. After dozens of frantic thrusts, I ejaculated deep inside her vagina. She felt my spray and let out a seductive scream, pressing her hips back against me as she trembled and reached her climax. After I finished and released her waist, she immediately collapsed limply onto the bed. I looked at her, her body covered in sweat, lying there like a white dough ball, still panting softly. Her lower body was a complete mess. Her entire vulva was covered in vaginal fluid and secretions, and her slightly swollen labia seemed to be trembling slightly. Some of the semen I had just ejaculated was slowly leaking from her not-yet-fully-closed vaginal opening.

I said, "Baby, you're so wet, it's already spilled on the bed." She said weakly, "I don't have the strength to move right now. You're killing me." Although I was also very tired, I was still happy to hear her say that. After a while, she seemed to regain some strength and got out of bed to clean up in the bathroom. As soon as she got out of bed, she swayed and almost sat on the ground. I quickly helped her up and asked, "What's wrong?" She blushed and hit me, saying, "It's all your fault! My legs are still shaking, and I can't walk straight." No. I quickly smiled and helped her to the restroom, but she kicked me out. We'd already done it, what was there to be embarrassed about going to the restroom? Women, so complicated.

And so our sexual relationship resumed, but now that we're married, it's not as convenient as before. We only have sex about 2-3 times a month, usually in hotels, and only occasionally at home when we have the chance. One thing I forgot to mention: for the first few times we had sex in 2001, we used condoms, but later we stopped, as long as it was during her safe period. All the time it was internal ejaculation, the rest was withdrawal. Except for our first time together after three years, when we didn't have oral sex, every time after that, she would give me oral sex for a while first. She always seemed to prefer oral sex. I specifically asked her about this, and she said it was probably because her husband always liked her to give oral sex, and it had been like that for so many years before they got married, so she was used to it, and of course I had to take advantage of it.

Actually, I still had some doubts about her having sex with me on our first meeting after three years. Because she wasn't in a good mood that day, and I thought it was basically hopeless, but we still did it, as if she wanted to avoid something. Based on my understanding of women, this should be a matter between men and women, and not between her husband and me. Later, after I kept asking her, she finally told me, and the answer shocked and angered me. She had other men!

This time she was very honest with me, including the man I mentioned in the first post, the one she had a one-time relationship with before she got married, besides her husband (who was her boyfriend at the time). This woman has had sex with four men (her husband, the man she had sex with once, and me, the man she had sex with after marriage). I feel really uncomfortable. I never imagined that a woman who seems so virtuous could be so promiscuous.

Actually, I've always considered her my lover, both before and after our marriage. But since I found out about her complicated sexual history, my feelings have changed. I've changed her from a lover I liked to a sexual partner I somewhat liked. From being angry when I first found out, to being a little curious, and then indifferent. Although we still meet a few times a month and have sex every time we meet, it feels like we're basically together for the pleasure of sex. Every time

we meet in a hotel room, we just chat briefly about our lives, and then we take off our clothes and have sex. Usually, she gives me oral sex first, and sometimes I give her oral sex first, and after a short rest, she gives me blowjobs. If she gets really aroused, we still use her preferred position to have sex. Then we changed positions, and she orgasmed while I ejaculated inside her (during her safe period). It was still so comfortable and pleasurable. But I didn't feel much like lovers anymore; it was mostly about sexual pleasure. To be honest, she was 100% qualified as a sex partner, and she probably had even more potential.

Let me tell you about her sexual experiences. The first was her husband. Nothing much to say; he took her virginity when she was 19, but he's now cheating on her.

The second was the man she had a one-time affair with. He was her best friend's husband, and they often had opportunities to eat and socialize together. She said she had long suspected that he had ill intentions towards her. One time, she drank too much at dinner and gave him an opportunity. She had argued with her boyfriend (then not married) and was in a bad mood, so she went to her best friend's house for dinner and drank quite a bit that night. Her best friend got drunk, and she also got drunk and was a bit incoherent. When the man saw this, he put his wife in the room and then came over to harass her. She said she had inexplicably agreed. The man undressed her in the living room, pinned her down on the sofa, and started having sex with her. But he finished after only a few thrusts, saying he probably ejaculated on her stomach in less than a minute, and she barely felt anything. Afterwards, he explained that he was too excited and wouldn't finish so quickly next time. She never gave that man another chance, and she stopped going to her friend's house, so she had no further contact with him.

The third one is me. We've had a sexual relationship since 2001, and it's still going strong now (it's 2010). It's been on and off, but if you count from 2001, we've had a sexual relationship for over 10 years. It's really not easy; from when I was 25 until now, I'm 35, and we still have sex frequently.

Her fourth man was someone she met after she got married; he was a leader in one of her departments at the traffic management bureau, and he was already over 40 years old. She said that the boss treated her very well at work and cared about her a lot. After his repeated requests, she went to a hotel with him. What I found somewhat ridiculous was that this man seemed to be a premature ejaculator. He said that even with a condom, they finished in less than three minutes; she hadn't even experienced any pleasure before he ejaculated and pulled out. Afterwards, he explained to her that he'd been busy with social engagements lately and his body wasn't in good shape, promising to perform better next time.

She told me all this after they had sex at my house once. I was very upset when I heard it. Although she wasn't my wife, she was a woman I'd had sex with many times. And I could always make her reach ecstasy. Why did she need other men? After hearing this, I asked her: "These two men aren't very good. It's more comfortable with me." She looked at me and said softly: "I don't know what's wrong with me. I must be a bad woman. Are you angry?" I said unhappily: "Of course I'm angry! You have a husband and me, isn't that enough? Why do you still mess around with other men?"

She was already crying at this point . She cried and said, "I don't know what happened. After that time with that guy at work, I never slept with him again." Seeing that I didn't believe her, she quickly added, "It's true. He contacted me many times afterward, but I refused. I've already made it clear to him that I won't have anything to do with him anymore." I was still very uncomfortable, so I said, "Can't I satisfy you when we have sex? Tell me, who do you feel most comfortable with?" Seeing that I was really angry, she climbed on top of me and said, "You're comfortable, you're the most comfortable. I feel incredibly comfortable whenever I'm with you." After saying that ,

she started giving me oral sex again, almost ingratiatingly. We had only just finished, and my penis still had a lot of her vaginal fluid and secretions on it, and there was still some residue of her ejaculation on the glans. She kept giving me oral sex, and her technique was really good. Soon my penis became hard again. She stopped, gently licking the glans with her tongue while looking at me with eyes full of lust and saying, "Want more?" I said, "I'm tired, I don't want to do it anymore. Just blow me." She looked a little disappointed, but she still lowered her head and started blowing me seriously again.

My penis quickly became aroused in her skillful little mouth, and without consciously controlling it, I was about to ejaculate under her varied and provocative attacks. She sensed the change in my penis and knew I was about to ejaculate, so she sucked and spit even more vigorously. Streams of semen shot into her little mouth, and after I finished, she was about to get up to spit it out. I often gave her oral sex before, and she always spit out the semen after I ejaculated. Seeing her about to get up, I said, "Don't spit it out, swallow it." She... After a moment of stunned silence, I saw her swallow twice, then swallow all the semen I had ejaculated into her mouth. A trace of semen still clung to the corner of her mouth as she looked up at me and asked, "Are you satisfied now?" I was speechless. I pulled her onto the bed, and neither of us spoke again. Actually, I didn't know what else to say.

We continued our affair, continuing to enjoy the pleasure of sex. From September 2005 until around February 2007, we did this, meeting every month. We met, chatted, and had sex.

One day in March 2007, I received a call from her. She told me some shocking news: she was pregnant! My first thought was, was the child her husband had or mine? She quickly told me the answer: it was her husband's. Why did I have this question? Because she had told me that she and her husband almost always used condoms during sex, because she preferred unprotected sex, and she also felt that she orgasmed more easily with me without a condom. So we never used condoms, and she had also said she liked the feeling when I ejaculated inside her. No wonder I had such thoughts as soon as I heard this news. But now that she said it was her husband's, it must be. Women are usually quite clear about these things.

Because she was pregnant, we were worried about the impact on her health and the baby, so we temporarily stopped having sex. We met after she became pregnant, ate and chatted together, but nothing happened. I even went to her house when she was five months pregnant, bringing some gifts. We were just chatting casually, and the conversation drifted to sex. She said her husband was afraid to have sex with her, worried it would harm the baby. She said she usually helped him masturbate or occasionally gave him oral sex. I jokingly asked her to do the same, saying I'd been holding back for a long time. But she actually started giving me oral sex right there in her living room.

Since it was summer, we weren't wearing many clothes, just pants. She sat on the sofa, and I stood in front of her. It was quite stimulating, because I quickly ejaculated into her mouth. This time, without my request, she swallowed it all, even rinsing her mouth with water before swallowing it too – not a drop was wasted! Later, her mother moved in to take care of her, and I didn't have a chance to visit anymore. Since someone was always home, it wasn't convenient to call, and we gradually lost contact.

In October 2007, I received another call from her. This time, she had given birth to a girl. She called to let me know she was safe, so I said a few words... I congratulated her and told her to rest well. After that, we rarely contacted each other again. She had to take care of the children and the house, and she had to work; with the children, she had almost no time. I didn't contact her much either, and slowly we drifted apart again. I thought it was for the best; everyone has their own life, and everyone has to part ways eventually. This kind of separation is a good ending.

Time rolled into 2008, and I continued my life the same way, continuing to have sex with my mistress (I mentioned this mistress before; she's another story). How to put it? It seemed like fate was playing another joke on me; time seemed to have gone back to the past. In November 2008, we actually reconnected. Life is truly amazing!

Life is really strange. I never imagined that almost three years later we would reconnect. Of course, we were both married, and I didn't have many expectations; I just had a slight thought, but I rationally controlled it. After all, we hadn't seen or contacted each other for years, and I didn't know what she was thinking now. It's best to avoid any trouble.

By then, I had already bought a car. Because she worked at the traffic management bureau, I sometimes asked her to check for violations and other incidents that had been exposed. Who would have thought that this would create an opportunity for us?

It was probably August 2005. My car was due for its annual inspection, so I called her to see how many violations and exposures I had, and if she could help me clear some of them. She asked for my license plate number (we hadn't met in person yet, only talked on the phone), and she didn't know my license plate number. The next day, she called me and told me there weren't many violations and the fine wouldn't be much. I immediately said, "Thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner sometime." It was just a polite remark, but she didn't agree and instead said, "You bad person!" I didn't understand at first and asked her, "What's wrong? Why do you say that?" She chuckled twice and said, "You haven't been honest since you got married! How many women have you had?" I quickly explained, "No, no, I've been very honest since I got married. I haven't had any other women." She laughed again and said, "Don't lie to me." I've already checked, and you still won't tell the truth.

I was puzzled and asked, "How did you find out?" She said smugly, "We're the police. When you registered your license plate number, your phone number, ID number, and home address were already in the system. Yesterday, after I checked your traffic violations, I used your ID number to check your personal records, and it was all hotel booking records, many pages of them. And you still tell me you don't have other women? Damn it, the police's network system is really powerful. I have had other women over the years, but I've been very careful about keeping it a secret. Who would have thought they could still find out?" I could only say, "Yes, I do have another woman (actually more than one). After you got married, I had to find another mistress." She continued, "I knew you weren't a good person. You're still so lecherous."

Since this incident, our phone conversations have changed from just exchanging greetings to discussing many sexual matters. That's how men are. Even knowing that her husband's penis wasn't as big or long as mine, I still often asked her about it. The issue was twofold: firstly, it satisfied my vanity, and secondly, I wanted to seduce her again. I despise myself for that. Besides, we'd already had a sexual relationship, so there was nothing to be ashamed of discussing these things.

She told me that her sex life with her husband was fairly harmonious, about 2-3 times a week, lasting only 10-15 minutes, and she felt comfortable. I said, "Only that much time? Then you definitely don't orgasm every time. When we used to have sex, I would last over half an hour every time, and you would orgasm every time." Women are more comfortable talking about sex after marriage. I noticed she was much bolder about sex than before, daring to say anything. When she heard me say that, she replied, "You've raised my appetite. If my sex life isn't harmonious, it's your fault." I quickly said, "Okay! I'll let you experience the difference between your husband and me." She didn't say anything but laughed on the phone, but it sounded like a lewd laugh to me.

I started asking her out. At first, she refused, saying she knew I wasn't prepared. Well, I didn't have a good idea at the time. But one day she called me and asked to meet up, which made me very happy. We met at a small restaurant where we used to eat together often. When we met, I found that she hadn't changed much; she was still thin, but she wasn't wearing her police uniform. However, she seemed to be in a bad mood, eating very little and speaking listlessly. When I asked her, she wouldn't say anything, so I lost interest. After we finished eating, we were about to go home when she suddenly asked me, "Do you have time now?" I said I did, and she asked if it would be convenient for me to come to her place. She was really direct. I said, "My wife is home today, how about we go to a hotel?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go to my place; you haven't seen my new house yet." Seeing that I hesitated, she added, "My husband isn't home; he's away on a business trip and won't be back for a few days." To be on the safe side, I didn't drive but took a taxi, and I got out of the taxi some distance from her house. I followed her slowly, looking around the whole way. It's true that getting older makes you more timid.

Her house was on the top floor of a multi-story building, a duplex apartment, probably over 150 square meters, very well-decorated. It seemed her husband's business was doing quite well. We toured the house, wandered around the upstairs and downstairs, casually offering our opinions. Finally, we arrived at her master bedroom, where a large bed and a large wedding photo on the wall were very eye-catching.

She smiled and said to me, "How's my house? It's alright, isn't it?" I immediately hugged her and said, "I've missed you, I want you." She gently struggled in my arms, saying, "Don't do this, let's not do this." I didn't care, kissing her while saying, "I want you, I want you now, I've wanted you for so long." She didn't resist anymore, and soon we were both naked. Three years later, I saw her naked again. Her

waist was still... She was still so slender, her breasts still so big, her nipples seemed a little darker, and her buttocks seemed bigger too. My mouth and hands were too busy to handle it all, kissing and touching her with great enthusiasm; I hadn't been this excited in a long time. I lay down on the bed and said to her, who was full of lust, "Why don't you get on top? You like being on top the most." She climbed on top of me, grabbed my big penis with one hand, and rubbed my glans against her labia and vaginal opening a few times. My glans immediately became big and shiny from her vaginal fluid. Under my gaze, she began to sit down little by little. Although it had been three years since I had been inside her, it was still very tight. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as she tried to penetrate.

After all, we had been married for several years, and it wasn't easy to get in at first, but with the help of her vaginal fluid, it was quick. My lower abdomen was right next to her buttocks. Our buttocks were pressed tightly together. We both breathed a sigh of relief. I touched her breasts with both hands and said, "They're so tight, do you feel good?" She had already started moving on her own, moving up and down while saying, "So big, so big, oh..." I also thrust upwards forcefully, and the room was filled with her lewd moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together.

She was getting into it, but I had to be careful to control myself. I apologize for mentioning earlier, but I tend to finish quickly when a woman is on top of me, so I was already feeling the urge to ejaculate. I quickly sat up, holding her tightly against my chest, supporting her buttocks with my hands and rubbing the head of my penis, which was already fully inserted, against her cervix. She also wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed her buttocks together forcefully.

I must say, this movement was very skillful; I guess she usually... Her husband had used this position quite often. After only a short while, I felt like I was going to ejaculate again. This wouldn't do; I'd finally had this opportunity again, and I didn't want it to end so quickly, especially since she hadn't even orgasmed yet. Being married before makes a difference; she used to orgasm very quickly when we were together, but now she seems much more skilled.

I quickly said to her, "Baby, let me be on top; I can't get any leverage like this." Actually, if she kept rubbing me like this, I was sure I'd ejaculate. She was still wriggling her hips, her throat trembling as she said, "How much force are you going to use? Are you trying to kill me?" But she obediently let go of my penis and lay down on the bed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I spread her thighs and slid my penis back and forth across her labia. My entire penis was glistening with her vaginal fluids, even my pubic hair was wet, and she looked even more radiant. Her entire vulva was covered in fluids, her pubic hair was plastered to her body, and I could clearly see her labia; the color was noticeably darker than before. After three years of marriage, and 2-3 times a week (that's roughly 300 times in three years), changes were bound to occur. Actually, I wasn't in a rush to penetrate her, wanting to calm myself down and completely suppress the urge to ejaculate.

I teased her: "How come you're so wet? Do you get this wet every time we do it?" She answered without hesitation: "I've always been wet, don't you like it when I'm wet?" Then she used a lewd voice... She said, "Come on, come in, I want... I couldn't hold back anymore, and I thrust in all at once. I felt it, all at once, and the warm, wet feeling immediately enveloped me. It felt so good!"

She let out a groan that contained both pleasure and pain. Seeing the expression on her face, I quickly stopped and asked, "Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt a little?" She bit her lip and said, "Yeah, it hurts a little, but it feels good too. It hit the bottom right away." She took a breath and said, "This is where he can't reach. You always manage to reach it. What's the point of having such a big one?" I laughed happily and said, "You don't like me being big? You don't like me being long?" As I said this, I gently thrust a few times, and I could clearly feel... My glans was rubbed against something soft yet firm a few times—it felt so good! She let out two soft moans, looking at me with her watery eyes and saying, "I like it, I like it, I like how big you are, I like how you always reach the bottom, is that enough?"

I couldn't wait any longer. I immediately grabbed her legs, pulled them together, and lifted them high, starting to thrust forcefully and rapidly into her vagina. Listening to the splashing sounds from below and her increasingly loud moans, I simply couldn't control myself. All I knew was to thrust harder and harder. After thrusting like this for a while, I spread her thighs as wide as possible and continued to thrust into her fiercely. In this position, I could almost always reach the cervix. Even my glans was a little sore, but I didn't stop at all.

I really didn't want to stop; the feeling was too good, I couldn't stop! She was almost incoherent from being penetrated, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, crying out: "Oh. Oh. No more, no more, harder, harder, I can't take it anymore. Ah..." I could only answer her with even more vigorous thrusting. Finally, she climaxed, hugging me tightly and shouting: "It's coming, it's coming, thrust into me, ah..." I also used all my strength to thrust my penis deep inside, feeling the pleasure of her vaginal contractions.

When she relaxed a little, I kissed her and said: "Baby, did you climax?" (I knew the answer already.) "Was it good?" she said in a soft voice. She said, "It feels so good. I haven't had an orgasm in so long, you bad boy, I don't want to leave you." Then she launched into a passionate French kiss, and we finished, breathless. I said, "Baby, let's change positions. I want to come from behind."

She nodded seductively, got up, and turned around. My breath caught in my throat. She was so alluring, this vixen! Her smooth back, slender waist, round buttocks, her labia glistening with lustful moisture, and her enchanting little hole still oozing with vaginal fluid. The view from behind was incredibly striking. My penis was covered in her vaginal fluid and the clear liquid she secreted during her orgasm. It was at its maximum size. I grabbed her buttocks with one hand... Her soft flesh, one hand holding my penis, gently rubbed the glans against her vaginal opening; the wonderful sensation sent a shiver down my spine. She turned and looked at me with a wanton gaze, saying, "Stop teasing me, come in." I thrust all the way in again, and we both let out satisfied sighs.

I couldn't hold back any longer; I was going to ejaculate too, so I thrust with all my might. I grabbed her slender waist with both hands and thrust forcefully. With each impact, the flesh on her buttocks rippled, the feeling was incomparably pleasurable. It seemed like she was about to climax again; her body was completely limp, her buttocks raised high as I thrust relentlessly, panting softly, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." "Please spare me." I ignored her and continued thrusting at full speed, because I felt I was almost there too; my penis was rock hard, and each thrust brought out a gush of vaginal fluid.

She was about to climax first, crying out, "Please, give it to me! I'm coming! Give it to me!" I knew I was about to ejaculate too, but I didn't know whether to ejaculate outside or inside her. I said, "I'm going to ejaculate too. Where should I ejaculate?" As soon as she heard me say I was about to ejaculate, she thrust her large buttocks back desperately, crying out, "Ejaculate inside me! Give it to me! Give it to me! I want it! Oh! Ah..." From her big bed, you could see their wedding... The photos... and now I'm in her house, on her bed, inside her body. It feels amazing. After dozens of frantic thrusts, I ejaculated deep inside her vagina. She felt my spray and let out a seductive scream, pressing her hips against me as she trembled and climaxed. After I finished and released her waist, she immediately collapsed limply onto the bed. I looked at her, her body covered in sweat, lying there like a white dough ball, still panting softly. Her lower body was a complete mess. Her entire vulva was covered in vaginal fluid and secretions, her slightly swollen labia seemed to be trembling slightly, and some of the semen I had just ejaculated was slowly flowing out of her not-yet-fully-closed vaginal opening.

I said, "Honey, you've soaked the bed." She weakly replied, "I don't have the strength to move. You're killing me." Although I was tired too, I was still happy to hear her say that. After a while, she seemed to regain some strength and got out of bed to clean up. She swayed and almost fell to the floor as soon as she got out. I quickly helped her up and asked, "What's wrong?" She blushed and hit me, saying, "It's all your fault! My legs are still shaking, I can't walk." I laughed and helped her to the bathroom, but she kicked me out. After we'd already done it, what was there to be embarrassed about going to the bathroom? Women are so complicated.

And so our sexual relationship resumed, but now that we're married, it's not as convenient as before. We only have sex about 2-3 times a month, usually in hotels, and only occasionally at home when we have the chance. One thing I forgot to mention is that we used condoms for the first few times we started in 2001, but we stopped after that. During her safe period, I always ejaculated inside her; otherwise, I used withdrawal. Except for when I... Our first time together after three years didn't involve oral sex. After that, every time we had sex, she would give me oral sex first; she seems to have always preferred it. I specifically asked her about this, and she said it was probably because her husband always liked her to give him oral sex, a habit she'd developed over the years before they got married, so of course I wanted to take advantage of it.

Actually, I still had some doubts about having sex on our first meeting after three years. She wasn't in a good mood that day, and I thought it was basically hopeless, but we still did it, as if she was trying to avoid something. Based on my understanding of women, this should be a matter between men and women, not between her husband and me. Later, after I pressed her repeatedly, she finally revealed the truth, and the answer shocked and angered me—she had other men!

This time she was completely honest with me, including the man I mentioned in the first post, the man she had a one-time sexual relationship with before she got married, besides her husband (who was her boyfriend at the time). Sigh! This woman has already had sex with four men. The relationship (her husband, the man she had a one-time sexual relationship with; me, the man she had a sexual relationship with after marriage). I felt really uncomfortable. I never imagined that a woman who seemed so virtuous could be so promiscuous.

Actually, I always considered her my lover, both before and after our marriage. But ever since I found out how complicated her sexual relationships were, my feelings changed. I changed her from a lover I liked to a sexual partner I preferred. My feelings changed from anger at first to curiosity, and then to indifference. Although we still meet a few times a month and have sex every time we meet, it feels like we're only together for sexual pleasure.

Every time we meet in a hotel room, we just chat briefly about our lives, and then we take off our clothes and have sex. Usually, she gives me oral sex first. Sometimes I give her oral sex first, and after a short rest, she gives me blowjobs. If she gets really aroused, we still use her preferred position to have sex, and then we try different positions. It was like she orgasmed and I ejaculated inside her (during her safe period). It was still so comfortable and so pleasurable. But I didn't feel much like lovers anymore; most of the time, I was having sex with her for sexual pleasure. To be honest, she was 100% qualified as a sex partner, and she probably still had a lot more potential.

Let me tell you about her sexual experiences. The first one was her husband. There's not much to say; he took her virginity when she was 19, but he's now cheating on her.

The second one was the man she had a one-time affair with. That man was her best friend's husband. They often had opportunities to eat and socialize together. She said she had long suspected that the man had ill intentions towards her. One time, she drank too much at a dinner and gave him an opportunity. That time, she had argued with her boyfriend (who wasn't married yet) and was in a bad mood, so she went to her best friend's house for dinner and drank quite a bit that night. Her best friend got drunk, and she also drank too much and was a bit incoherent. When the man saw this, he put his wife in the room and then came over to harass her. She said she was just acting on impulse. She acquiesced. The man undressed her in the living room, pinned her down on the sofa, and started having sex with her. But he finished after only a few thrusts. She said he probably didn't even last a minute before pulling out and ejaculating on her stomach. She felt nothing at all. Afterwards, he explained that he was too excited and wouldn't be so quick next time. She never gave that man another chance, and she stopped going to her friend's house, so she had no further contact with him.

The third one is me. We've had a sexual relationship since 2001, and it's still going strong now (it's 2010). It's been on and off, but if you count from when we started having sex in 2001, we've had a sexual relationship for over 10 years. It's really not easy. From when I was 25 until now, I'm 35, and we still have sex frequently.

Her fourth man was someone she met after she got married. He was actually a leader in one of her departments at the traffic management bureau, and he was over 40 years old. She said that the leader usually... He treated her very well at work and cared for her a lot. After repeated requests from her boss, she went to a hotel with him. What I found somewhat ridiculous was that this man seemed to be a premature ejaculator. He said that even with a condom, they finished in less than three minutes; she hadn't even experienced any pleasure before he ejaculated and pulled out. Afterwards, he explained to her that he'd been busy with social engagements lately and his body wasn't in good shape, promising to perform better next time.

She told me this after they had sex at my house one time. I was very upset when I heard it. Although she wasn't my wife, she was a woman I'd had sex with many times. And I could always make her reach ecstasy; why did she need other men? After hearing this, I asked her: "These two men aren't very good. It's more comfortable with me." She looked at me and said softly: "I don't know what's wrong with me. I must be a bad woman. Are you angry?" I said unhappily: "Of course I'm angry! You have a husband and I, isn't that enough? Why do you still mess around with other men?"

She started crying then, sobbing... I don't know what happened, but after that time with that guy at work, I never slept with him again. Seeing I didn't believe her, she quickly added, "It's true, he contacted me many times afterward, but I refused. I've already made it clear to him that I won't have anything to do with him anymore." I was still very uncomfortable, so I said, "Can't I satisfy you when we have sex? Tell me, who do you feel most comfortable with?" Seeing I was really angry, she climbed on top of me and said, "You're comfortable, you're the most comfortable. I feel incredibly comfortable whenever I'm with you.

" She started giving me oral sex again, almost ingratiatingly. We had just finished, and my penis still had a lot of her vaginal fluid and secretions on it, plus some remnants of her ejaculation on the glans. She kept giving me oral sex, her technique was really good, and soon my penis became hard again. She stopped, gently licking the glans with her tongue while looking at me with eyes full of lust and saying, "Want more?" I said, "I'm tired, I don't want to do it anymore, just blow me." She looked a little disappointed, but still lowered her head and started blowing me seriously again.

My penis quickly became aroused in her skillful little mouth, and without consciously controlling it, I was about to ejaculate under her varied and provocative attacks. She sensed the change in my penis and knew I was about to ejaculate, so she swallowed and spit even more vigorously. Streams of semen shot into her little mouth, and after I finished, she was about to get up to spit it out. I often gave her oral sex before, and she would always spit out the semen after I ejaculated. As she was about to get up, I said, "Don't spit it out, swallow it." She paused for a moment. Then, I saw her swallow twice, swallowing all the semen I had ejaculated into her mouth. With a trace of semen still on the corner of her mouth, she looked up at me and said, "Are you satisfied now?" I was speechless. I pulled her onto the bed, and neither of us spoke again. Actually, I didn't know what else to say.

We continued our affair, continuing to enjoy the pleasure of sex. From September 2005 until around February 2007, we did this, meeting, chatting, and having sex every month.

One day in March 2007, I received a call from her. She told me some shocking news: she was pregnant! My first thought was, was the child her husband had or mine? She quickly told me the answer: it was her husband's. Why did I have this question? Because she had told me that she and her husband almost always used condoms during sex, because she preferred unprotected sex, and she also felt that she orgasmed more easily with me without a condom. So we never used condoms, and she had also said she liked the feeling when I ejaculated inside her. No wonder I had such thoughts as soon as I heard this news. But now that she said it was her husband's, it must be. Women are usually quite clear about these things.

Because she was pregnant, we temporarily stopped having sex to avoid affecting her health and the baby. We met after she became pregnant, had meals together, chatted, and nothing happened. I even went to her house when she was five months pregnant, just to bring her some gifts. It was just casual. We chatted, and the conversation drifted to sex. She said her husband was afraid to have sex with her, worried it would harm the baby. She said she usually helped him masturbate or occasionally gave him oral sex. I jokingly asked her to give me oral sex too, saying I'd been holding back for a long time. But she actually started giving me oral sex right there in her living room.

Since it was summer, she wasn't wearing many clothes, just her pants. She sat on the sofa, and I stood in front of her. It must have been quite stimulating, because I quickly ejaculated into her mouth. This time, without my request, she swallowed it all, even rinsing her mouth with water before swallowing it too – not a drop was wasted! Later, her mother moved in to take care of her, and I didn't have a chance to visit anymore. Since someone was always home, it wasn't convenient to call, and we gradually lost contact.

In October 2007, I received another call from her. This time, she had given birth to a girl. She called to let me know she was safe, and I said…

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