I love my husband deeply, but I still cheated on him.

I'm 30 years old and work at a bank. I'm 1.67 meters tall and quite thin. My husband often teases me during sex, saying it's like bones fighting, and I only weigh 47 kilograms. My husband, Weili, is four years older than me. He works in management at a company office. For the past five years since we got married, we've always loved each other and have a three-year-old son.
Married life has been relatively uneventful, but as I gradually got used to it, I started living a normal life like everyone else. This summer, a chance encounter changed my family life.
One evening, my child went to his grandmother's house, I was knitting, and my husband was online. Having nothing to do, I went to the study, intending to chat with my husband while knitting. But when I opened the door, I was shocked to see that my husband had turned off the computer screen. I assumed he was chatting with a girl online, and in a moment of panic, I rushed over and insisted on turning the screen back on to see what he was doing.
My husband, pressured by my anger, had no choice but to reluctantly turn the screen back on. I sat down at the computer and saw that he had been looking at nothing but erotic articles about infidelity and their experiences, along with several explicit photos. I angrily questioned him, asking why he was looking at such trivial things. He simply said, "Just looking around." Then he added, "Look closely, it's actually quite interesting."
Although I continued to scold him, telling him he shouldn't be looking at such things, my eyes were unconsciously drawn to the article he was reading. It seemed to be about a married woman discussing her feelings about having an affair. Some of the psychological activities and details were described very meticulously. As I read, I felt a warm sensation down there. At that moment, my husband, standing behind me, gently grasped my breast and softly squeezed it. Soon, my whole body felt hot, but my eyes remained glued to the words on the computer screen. My husband pulled me up, sat behind me, and pulled down his already meager panties. "Mmm—" Before I could react, my husband had already inserted his penis into me and was gently thrusting in and out. Because I had been looking at the erotic descriptions and her feelings in the article, my body reacted quite quickly, and I reached orgasm in no time.
At this moment, my husband picked me up, moved me to the sofa, spread my legs, and inserted his penis again, lying on top of me and saying, "You seem to have come very quickly today."
I hit him lightly, "It's not because of your erotic articles."
My husband gently asked me, "Were you stimulated by them?"
I nodded shyly.
To be honest, since having children, I haven't felt this kind of excitement and orgasm from my whole body in a long time. After having children, women often have to deal with their husbands in this aspect more, and the feeling is not as good as before. But today, the feeling my husband gave me was like being sent to "heaven" all at once. While my husband was penetrating me, my mind was full of the sexual descriptions and the contents of the erotic photos I had just read. The men's penises in the photos looked much bigger and longer than my husband's. Unconsciously, I hugged my husband tighter, opening my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his erection, allowing it to penetrate deeper.
With each thrust, I felt as if I were entering paradise. With another stroke, he collapsed onto me, motionless. Then, I felt a warm current flowing into me, and my whole body seemed to relax.
We lay on the sofa for a while before going to the bathroom.
That night, lying in bed, I told my husband that I hadn't felt this way in a long time. He teased me, saying, "I didn't expect you to get aroused after reading these articles."
Embarrassed by his words, I hid in his arms and refused to come out.
The next day at work, Zhang Li, the deputy bank manager in charge of our department, saw my glazed eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
I just smiled at him and continued working.
Zhang Li has always been very caring towards me. In his forties, he's like an older brother to me—1.78 meters tall and very dashing in his attire. But today, for some reason, when I looked at him, I unconsciously stared at his crotch several times, something I'd never thought of before.
At work, I was constantly embarrassed by my gaze. I kept asking myself, "What's wrong with me today?"
Throughout the day, though I was supposed to be working, only I knew that the images and words from yesterday's screen kept replaying in my mind. I felt hot all day.
When I got home in the evening, my husband said he was entertaining guests. I hurriedly finished dinner and, almost without thinking, turned on the computer and went to the history section, finding the website I'd visited the night before. And then, I masturbated for the first time in my life.
When I woke up in the morning, I found my husband still asleep beside me.
The next day at work, Zhang Li informed me early in the morning that the bank had approved the 15 million yuan loan for Zhengda Software in principle. We would have a routine meeting with the software company at 3 PM that afternoon, and I should prepare the necessary documents and attend. Since I was responsible for analyzing corporate loan projects, my written opinion was usually required before a final loan decision. Therefore, lending institutions generally treated me with great respect. I had become quite familiar with the finance manager and the head of finance at Zhengda Software through several meetings. So, I called my husband to tell him I wouldn't be home for dinner that night. I hadn't expected him to be so busy these days; he said he might go to Shenzhen today and might not be back until tomorrow. I'm used to his business trips anyway, so I just told him on the phone to drink less and be careful before hanging up.
At 3 PM, Vice President Zhang Li took me to the White Swan Hotel for the routine meeting. Due to a few unclear issues, we discussed it until almost 7 PM before ending.
After the meeting, the software company, as usual, very warmly treated us to dinner, with four of them accompanying us.
I don't usually drink much, but that night at the dinner table, I seemed a little distracted. After a few drinks, my mind started wandering back to those chaotic thoughts and ideas.
After dinner, I don't know what time it was, but at their invitation, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to relax a bit. I usually refuse, but I thought my husband might not be home that night, so it wouldn't matter if we stayed out late.
So, I nodded, half-asleep.
We went to the hotel's karaoke room, and everyone started drinking again. Then, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to go dancing. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't hesitate and followed Zhang Li's hand to the dance floor. The dance hall was very dark; I couldn't see anything clearly. It was only because Zhang Li was holding my hand that I didn't bump into anyone. While Zhang Li was holding my hand, he would often intentionally or unintentionally tug at my body, so in the darkness, we often bumped into each other.
As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I noticed many people were dancing together, embracing each other. Since it was a slow waltz, everyone on the dance floor seemed very close. Zhang Li only occasionally tugged at my sleeve to prevent me from bumping into others. But I hadn't danced in a long time, and I often missed the steps. I gently said to Zhang Li, "This isn't suitable for me anymore. Let's go home." "It's okay," he said.
"It's rare for you to be in such a relaxed mood, and besides, your husband isn't home. Have some fun!"
After Zhang Li finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist pull me closer to him. Still slightly drunk, I thought, "Yeah, it's just dancing, what's the big deal?" So, I casually placed my other hand on his shoulder. At that moment, both of Zhang Li's hands naturally rested on my waist, and the distance between us suddenly increased considerably; I could smell his scent. I closed my eyes, finding it quite pleasant, and felt a warm sensation spread through my body.
Slowly, to the mellow music, I seemed to feel Zhang Li's hands gently stroking my back; it felt so comfortable and comforting. My husband hadn't done this to me in so many years.
Perhaps influenced by my emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.
"You smell so good,"
Zhang Li murmured softly in my ear.
"You too."
At that moment, I felt Zhang Li's hand gently supporting the upper part of my buttocks and pushing it inwards. Because I was wearing a thin skirt, I could clearly feel his erection pressing against my body.
"No! Don't do this!"
I said weakly.
"After today, everything will be as usual. I don't mean any harm—"
Actually, I didn't want to push him away, but out of a woman's unique shyness. With his movements, my whole body was pressed against his. Zhang Li's hand on my back moved more and more. In no time, his entire back had been caressed, and he didn't even spare my buttocks.
When his hand was on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually slipped one hand into the crevice of my buttocks, rubbing it back and forth.
"No, don't do this, someone will see."
He ignored me and continued his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully.
At that moment, I felt numb, as if I wanted to push him away, but I only made a token gesture.
I let his tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I involuntarily responded, sucking on his tongue. It was much softer than my husband's.
I felt myself getting wet down there, and my whole body was in a state of indescribable excitement.
Gradually, I could feel his hand touching my breast. Because I was wearing a shirt issued by the bank, and the top few buttons were not fastened, he easily reached in and pinched my nipple, playing with it.
Under his pinching, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away with great force, saying that I felt stuffy and wanted to go out for some fresh air. He very considerately agreed to my request, and we went back to the KTV room together.
After we got to the room, I was confused and afraid that they would notice something, so I sat down, feeling very uncomfortable down there from what he had done. So I checked my phone and saw that my husband had called several times already.
I thought about calling him back, but just as I was about to dial, Zhang Kai said, "It's getting late, and we have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning. Let's call it a day and go." Seeing that Zhang Kai said this, the software company people got up and escorted us to his door. After saying goodbye, we left.
On the way home, I didn't say a word; my face felt burning red.
Then, Zhang Li, while driving, placed his hand on my thigh. I tried to pull away, but he still firmly grasped it. He intentionally touched my genitals.
"Don't do that!" I protested.
Passing by the park near the Martyrs' Cemetery, the car turned in.
"What are you doing?"
He ignored me.
We stopped the car in a very quiet place. He slowly said to me, "I want to kiss you one more time. I've missed you for so long."
Without even asking my consent, he pulled me into a tight embrace. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all.
So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Soon, all the buttons on my shirt were undone, and he kept kissing my exposed breasts, biting and sucking on my nipples.
His kisses aroused me again. Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his head and started touching him.
Then, he moved one of my hands down to his crotch and unzipped his pants. I tried to pull my hand back, but couldn't. Instead, I grabbed his already erect penis and started stroking it involuntarily. His penis didn't seem as thick as my husband's, but it was definitely longer. Yet, my mind started comparing it to those I saw online.
After touching his penis, I felt like my body was on fire, and I kissed him. He wasn't idle either; he lifted my skirt, pulled my shorts aside, and inserted himself.
Unlike my husband, who just thrust back and forth, he rubbed it side to side and up and down. In his hands, I quickly reached orgasm.
Then, he told me to go to the back, and I knew what he meant. I disagreed. I said, "That's enough for today, we've already gone too far."
He didn't force me, but just told me to pull him out. He pressed my head down. I didn't really want to kiss his penis; once it was exposed, the car would be filled with the smell of his thing. I wanted to go home early, in case my husband came back, something might happen.
But after his repeated requests, I had no choice but to take his penis into my mouth. At first, he thrust, almost reaching deep into my throat, and I continued to suck and stroke him. One of his hands was still inside me, and the other was caressing my breasts.
Just then, my phone rang again. Ignoring his protests, I answered the phone. It was my husband calling from Shenzhen. My husband asked why I wasn't home so late, as he definitely wouldn't be coming back tonight. I told him I was working overtime and would be home soon. Overtime is common in the banking system, and my husband just said he'd call me when he got home because he was worried. Even while I was on the phone with him, he didn't stop assaulting me; instead, he thrust his hand into my genitals even harder, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I tried my best to control my emotions so my husband wouldn't notice.
After hanging up, I don't know why, but I suddenly pounced on him and bit his shoulder hard. At the same time, I grabbed his penis and started stroking it vigorously. I immediately felt its warmth in my hand, his penis throbbing. I knew he had ejaculated, and a lot of it; his semen was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.
We hugged like that for a while before letting go.
"I'm going home," I said to him.
He reversed the car, his pants unbuttoned, and drove towards my house. While he was driving, I only buttoned up my clothes; my bra wasn't on. I felt completely soaked. Seeing the smug look in his eyes as he drove, I would occasionally reach out and pinch his cheek and grab his already limp penis. On the way back, I made his penis hard several times. I could tell he was also very uncomfortable, but he could only let me do as I pleased while he was driving.
When we arrived at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights because of construction. He offered to drive me to the elevator. It was late, and I was indeed a little scared; all the security guards were outside. So I agreed to his request.
As I got out of the car, I noticed his trousers were open and reminded him to button them up. He said it was okay, no one could see
him at night except me. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored him and walked ahead. When we got downstairs, I saw two elevators on the first floor, so I told him I could go. He looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he said, "I saw
you get in the elevator," so I just waved to him and went in.
When I got to my floor and was about to open my apartment door, someone suddenly hugged me, startling me. I didn't know what to do. I turned around and saw it was him! He had followed me in another elevator. I was about to say how brave he was, not afraid of being seen, when he covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand to open my door.
As soon as the door closed, we kissed passionately again.
In the darkness, he gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but my shorts. After struggling to turn on the light, I found myself completely naked and exposed in front of him, momentarily at a loss for what to do to cover myself.
In his burning gaze, I knew what he was about to do. But I couldn't refuse him anymore. He carried me to the sofa and quickly undressed himself. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.
I felt him sitting on the sofa, with me sandwiched between his bodies, my genitals fully exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My whole body was burning, and I could feel something constantly gushing out from below. In waves.
Suddenly, he kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for five years, and he has never kissed me there before. I could feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. He spread my thighs, kissed me, and sucked hard. His breath made me feel increasingly weak, as if he had hollowed out my entire body. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something, a feeling I had never experienced before, simply exquisite.
It took a long time for me to recover from the sensation when his attention returned to my breasts. I felt completely drained.
He said, "Can you kiss me here again?"
By then, I had no courage to refuse. I obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and kissed his erect penis.
"It stinks!" I spat out some of his oozing semen.
He very considerately said, "Shall we go wash up before we play again?"
Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded.
Then I told him to sit for a while while I went to wash up.
But as soon as I finished filling the tub with water, he came in and gently hugged me from behind, saying, "Let me wash you."
I didn't know I would be so obedient at that moment, standing obediently in the tub as he poured shower gel over me. He washed me very gently, especially when washing my breasts, which made my genitals very wet. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He wet his hands with shower gel and gently rubbed my genitals, saying as he washed, "You're such a beauty, your vulva is so prominent, and the pubic hair looks so carefully groomed. Your breasts are much fuller than I imagined; even after having children, I can still feel their firmness—"
I was deeply moved by his praise and touch.
After he finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too."
So, I carefully washed him from head to toe. He said that since he was old enough to understand, no one had ever washed him before. Not even his wife. He said he was very excited, and even though we were in the bathroom, I could still see that his eyes were a little wet.
While I was washing his penis, he got restless again and soon became erect. Only then did I have time to look at his penis closely. Although we were both men, we looked completely different. His glans was large, but the shaft wasn't very thick. He said he had been circumcised before. I couldn't help but rinse it with water and gently bite down on his glans and rub it. While biting his glans, I could feel his semen seeping out, and although it tasted strange, I swallowed it anyway. I sucked on his penis back and forth and stroked it with my hand.
"Phone, your phone is ringing,"
he reminded me.
I didn't even hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So, I quickly put him down and answered the phone without even drying myself.
Sure enough, it was my husband calling, and because I was wet, I had to stand to answer the phone. After a while, I saw him come over with a bath towel and gently dry me off. My husband had probably had too much to drink; he was talking incessantly on the phone, and I didn't want to hang up, because I usually listen to him very patiently.
After he finished drying me, he gently picked me up from the phone, and he sat on the sofa while I sat on his lap to listen to my husband's call. We were both naked, and I could feel his penis getting hard beneath me.
At first, he patiently stroked my back, but then he lifted my hand and started kissing my breasts. I was so touched by his kisses that my voice trembled when I spoke to my husband. My husband asked me what was wrong on the other end of the phone, and I said nothing, just mosquitoes biting me.
But before I could finish speaking, he gently bit my nipple. It was both funny and frustrating. I had to listen to my husband's call, and I also had to deal with his increasingly aggressive advances. Later, he simply put his hand inside my vagina again. I glared at him several times, but it was no use, so I had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
He made me lean forward onto the sofa, my buttocks raised high. I didn't know what he wanted to do; I thought he just wanted to see my vulva again. But unexpectedly, he suddenly thrust his penis inside me. This made me cry out "Ouch!" on the phone. My husband asked me what was wrong, and I turned around and pushed him away, then told him that another big mosquito had bitten me and left a huge welt.
My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing to me!
At this point, he had already started thrusting from behind me, and I really didn't have the energy to deal with my husband's call anymore. I just quickly told my husband, "I can't take it anymore, I'll call you back later," and then I hung up.
I lay on the sofa, trying to turn around several times, but he forcefully blocked me each time. With his vigorous thrusting, I experienced another orgasm.
His penis was clearly deeper than my husband's. My husband needs me to sit on top of him to get to that position, but he easily penetrated all the way in. And while he was doing it, he kept swaying from side to side, making my entire body feel incredibly comfortable.
Suddenly, he stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside.
I said it was up to him, even though I really wanted him to. But the way he asked made me feel good.
After a few more thrusts, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew he had ejaculated all of it inside me. Then, he held me from behind and stood still.
After a while, I told him he couldn't penetrate me while I was on the phone, because if my husband found out, it would be a big problem. But he didn't say anything. He carried me to the bathroom.
When I came out again, I was completely weak, my legs were trembling. Then I remembered that my husband was waiting for my call, so I lay down in the bedroom and called him.
My husband didn't notice anything unusual; he just told me to get some rest and then hung up.
When I called my husband, I thought he was getting dressed to go home. But to my surprise, he walked in naked.
"This is your wedding photo,"
he said, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."
He then lay down beside me and gently stroked me. Looking at his now-soft penis, I couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I played with his penis and asked, "Can it get hard again?"
"If you want it, it can get hard again,"
he said. "I don't believe it."
"I want more," I joked.
He smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and pressed down, saying, "Really want more?"
I nodded with a grin. Looking up, I saw my wedding photo with my husband, and a fleeting unease crossed my heart.
However, with his kisses, I quickly forgot about it. Then I noticed that his penis, after the second round of play, wasn't very hard anymore; it was soft to the touch.
Then, he whispered in my ear, "Is your husband's penis big?"
I didn't really want to answer that question; I didn't want to think about my husband. But after his persistent questioning, I told him the truth: "Not as long as yours, but a bit thicker."
"How does your husband usually make love with you?"
I hesitated for a long time before telling him, "Since having the child, I haven't felt this excited for a long time. When my husband needs it, he often lies on top of me, but after penetration, I rarely orgasm—"
As I spoke, I noticed his penis gradually hardening again in my hand. I felt so strange; he was so amazing. To thank him for the excitement he brought me tonight, I crawled to his penis and kissed it again.
His penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and immediately, he wanted to penetrate me again.
I said, "I can't take it anymore. It feels like you've already rubbed it raw down there. If you do it again, I won't be able to serve my husband when he comes home tomorrow."
As I said this, I started sucking hard. I knew he'd already ejaculated twice, and it would take a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband had once told me that to tire a mature man out before he ejaculates, you should lick the tip of his penis where he ejaculates, and ideally, constantly stimulate the inside with your hand. When I was pregnant, I often stimulated my husband like that.
After I did this on top of him, I could feel him in great discomfort, tossing and turning. When my hand started to get tired, he forcefully pressed my head down, preventing me from lifting it. I had no choice but to suck on his penis, "thump, thump, thump—" Although it wasn't much, he reached another orgasm under my kisses.
I took it all in. It tasted awful.
Finally, it was already dawn when he left. At the door, we kissed for a long time. I told him this was the first and last time. In the years that followed, although he often told me privately that he wanted to be with me, I always refused. I thought, once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, perhaps the feeling I had imagined will fade.
I still love my husband very much.

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