The sky was bright and clear.

"Lately, I can't stop thinking about him. I know I shouldn't, but I can't control myself, and I can't deceive myself. I know I'm betraying my husband.

I don't know if it's because of what happened with him in Hong Kong, but ever since then, my body has become a bit sensitive. For the past few days, I've been thinking about him unintentionally while working. I don't know if this feeling is called missing someone.

Husband, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't think about him, but I just can't stop. I don't know if my husband will know..." Afterwards, will he say I'm a bad woman?

I've already typed so much without realizing it. Right now I really need someone to comfort me, but unfortunately my husband isn't here, and neither is he. I can't even be pampered when I want to. There's nothing I can do but finish writing and take care of myself. I originally wanted to continue writing, but I have work tomorrow, so I'll have to leave all this for tomorrow. After I'm done, I'll go to sleep…

Seeing this, I realized that Huiyun is actually more slutty than I imagined. Before, she seemed a bit conservative when we made love in our room. Now it seems that after finishing writing, she probably planned to masturbate before going to sleep. I never knew she had developed this habit, and I've never seen her masturbate.

It seems her change isn't entirely my doing; clearly, Pan Jiale also played a significant role. Seeing my wife being "trained" like this by another man rekindled my desire. I had just masturbated, and now, seeing this article, I needed to prepare another tissue…

The next night, around 10 PM, I checked Huiyun's blog as usual to see if it had been updated. Huiyun didn't disappoint me; she quickly wrote a second article. At this point, I clicked on the article link while taking off my underwear, tissue in hand.

It seemed this article wasn't any shorter than the last one, but this time it finally had a title: "Shy Memories." This title was very intriguing. I wondered if Huiyun was intentionally bringing up the last trip to Hong Kong or the swimming pool incident?

"There are just too many coincidences. I saw Lele at the station, and I thought I was seeing the wrong person. For some reason, I suddenly couldn't control myself and went up to him. I was afraid my husband would suspect me, so I was very careful about my words and actions, making sure he didn't know we were having any intimate interactions.

I know he still has feelings for me, but I think he didn't know my husband was there. If it were before, he would have come over and hugged me immediately. What if he actually did come over and hug me?" So I kept giving him meaningful glances.

Unexpectedly, even though my glances were ambiguous, he actually slowed down and kept a certain distance from me after he came over. He pretended to exchange a few pleasantries and even admitted that we had only met a few times. His cooperation truly delighted me; I wondered if this was what they called telepathy…

Seeing this, my hand began to stroke my penis faster, especially when I saw Huiyun call Pan Jiale “Lele” and the phrase “telepathy,” I became incredibly excited. Suddenly, I felt an urge to ejaculate, but I calmed myself and immediately stopped stroking. If I waited until I ejaculated, I probably wouldn't be in the mood to continue reading.

"When we were about to board the train, I was supposed to go with my husband, but I chose to go alone first. I did this because I didn't want to walk with Lele; I was afraid that if I got close to his chest again, I would lose myself. But when I felt his breathing behind me, I realized I was completely wrong.

Although the train was crowded, the distance between people wasn't so close that they had to stick together. But Lele deliberately moved closer to me from behind, and that closeness went beyond what we'd known each other only a few times. What surprised me most was that he whispered from behind that I still smelled as good as ever. Before I could react, he picked me up. When I came to my senses, I realized that a piece of luggage had fallen from the roof, and he had pulled me up from behind to protect me." He hugged me.

My heart was pounding when he hugged me; I just hoped my husband hadn't seen it. Honestly, I wish my husband had half his physique. Oh no, I've been talking about other men behind my husband's back again.

I noticed he seemed to have injured his arm, and for some reason, I felt a pang of heartache seeing it.

At that moment, the old man genuinely misunderstood us as husband and wife and kept apologizing. I should have clarified things, but for some reason, I didn't. I felt a strange, exciting feeling instead. I wonder if my husband heard what the old man said? "Husband, I'm sorry again…"

The next part talks about arriving in Hong Kong and her feelings when she heard about Hao Ge's wife. I continued reading.

"That night, I planned to make love with my husband because I didn't want to think about Lele anymore. But then, by sheer coincidence, Lele walked in without knocking. I was completely naked! He'd never seen my body before we started dating; I just wanted to give myself to him, I never expected him to see it! It was so embarrassing!

I had to hide in the bathroom, turn the shower on full blast, and wash myself to calm down. When I came out, Lele was gone, and my husband, with a sudden burst of energy, started having sex with me. It wasn't like before; it was a pleasure I'd never experienced before. It felt so good.

And for some reason, he called me Emily before he climaxed. My husband never knew my English name; only Lele knew it." So when he called me Emily, I was genuinely a little surprised. Because he called me that, I thought it would spark my imagination, which is why I blurted it out, imagining the man behind it was Lele. Unexpectedly, the moment I said that, my husband's face turned ashen.

I regretted saying such a thoughtless thing. I know men are proud creatures; wasn't this tantamount to making him a cuckold? Where would his pride be? At that moment, I was truly afraid of losing my husband! From that moment on, I told myself I couldn't think about him… "

After reading this part, I couldn't hold back any longer. I immediately stood up, and to avoid ejaculating on the screen, I deliberately bent over, and semen immediately gushed from my penis onto the keyboard, making it sticky. But the original text didn't end there; there was a long passage afterward."

"The next day, after what happened last night, my eyes were red and swollen from crying, and they felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up in the morning. When we went downstairs for breakfast, I saw Lele staring at me, but I deliberately avoided eye contact with him. I wanted to prove to myself that my husband was still the most important person in my heart.

When we went shopping together, I bought extra clothes and shoes to distract myself from him, buying whatever looked pretty, but it was a real drain on my husband's wallet. Honey, will you feel sorry for me? As for what happened at the bar that night, I drank a lot, so my memory is a bit hazy. Afterwards, my husband actually said he had to leave to see his friend Zijian. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt scared, afraid that my husband was having an affair because of me."

Perhaps due to excessive drinking, my head ached, and then my memory went haywire. When I woke up, I found myself in my room. I didn't know who had brought me back; my husband's luggage was missing, and I couldn't see him around, so I realized he had already gone home.

I checked the time; it was past 2 a.m., and my instinct was to wash my face. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and saw Lele standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. He immediately pinned my hands down. I didn't know what was happening; I just wanted to resist, but I was too weak. After struggling for a while, he pushed me into the room.

Unexpectedly, once inside, he pushed me onto the bed and began to kiss me forcefully. I found that the more I resisted, the stronger he became. I was already weak, and having just drunk alcohol, I was a bit exhausted. I quickly ran out of strength and could only let him continue kissing me.

Although it was a forceful kiss, I could feel that his kisses weren't harsh at all; on the contrary, they were very gentle. His lips were soft, unlike my husband's thick ones, and his breathing was very even, unlike my husband's heavy breathing. Whether before or now, I always felt more comfortable kissing him than my husband, so I instinctively extended my tongue to meet his. Honey, will you mind if I compare you to him?

After a while, his lips finally parted from mine. I thought he would give up, but perhaps he had drunk quite a bit, because he wasn't his usual self. He quickly took off all his clothes, revealing himself completely to me.

Honey, when his body was fully exposed before me, do you know what I was thinking?

I felt my face burning because I had never seen anything as thick and hard as Lele's. His penis was erect, twitching, the rhythm exactly matching my heartbeat. Looking closely, although it wasn't as white as my husband's, it looked very firm, with visible veins. Naturally, I felt that you weren't even a quarter of his size.

Honey, his penis is truly torturous! He placed my hand on his penis, and I could feel a rhythmic throbbing, along with its warmth. It grew larger and larger in my hand, until finally it seemed my hand could barely contain it.

I didn't know what he meant. Although I was indeed very excited from touching his penis, I was still somewhat conscious, and I knew that if I didn't make him feel good, he might do something else. So I had no choice but to actively stroke his penis up and down.

I don't know how much time passed, but my hand was tired. No matter what I did, he didn't seem to be about to ejaculate. Normally, when I helped my husband, he would have ejaculated long ago. Although he looked very ecstatic, his penis remained as hard as ever. Waaah… Honey, Lele's penis is so terrifying.

I was exhausted and had to switch to my other hand, but at that moment, he put his penis to my mouth. I really hate it when my mouth touches a man's private parts; I find it disgusting, but I had no choice; I simply didn't have the strength. He lifted my chin, puffed out my lips, and thrust his erect penis into my mouth. I almost threw up!

I thought all men's genitals smelled bad, but his didn't seem as strong as my husband's, so I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. It was my first time sucking a man's penis! As for the feeling, thinking about it now still makes me feel nauseous, but it was definitely a novel experience. For some reason, my heart starts racing whenever I think about his penis.

Honey, can a man's penis grow like a woman's breasts? I don't ask for much, I just hope your penis can grow a little bigger, even half the size of his, I'll be satisfied.

Because it was my first time, I didn't know how to make him climax quickly. I had secretly watched some adult videos behind my husband's back, and I vaguely remembered that women need some technique to suck a man's penis, so I tried to imitate it. I kept licking the head of his penis with my tongue, but after a while, he became very fast, and soon pulled out of my mouth. Streams of thick, fishy-smelling white semen shot onto my face with great force, even stinging a little!

My hair and eyebrows were quickly stuck together, and my nose and mouth were covered in it, making it difficult to breathe. I thought he would stop after a few thrusts, but he didn't stop during his ejaculation; he kept shooting. Instinctively, I used my hands to shield myself, afraid he would ejaculate on the sheets or other things. Because of this, my hands also got quite a bit on them.

At this point, I couldn't open my eyes, and because my hands were restricted, I couldn't touch anything else, so I stumbled into the bathroom. After washing, to my surprise, I found some of the semen that had flowed from my face and hands still remaining in the sink. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be penetrated by him and have him ejaculate inside me.

I remember it clearly. On the third night, we went to Ocean Park. We arrived quite late, so there weren't many things to do. We missed the dolphin show, which everyone had planned to see. Ocean Park had a summer haunted house theme that night, with several haunted houses. I originally planned to go in with some female teachers, but they all had boyfriends or husbands, and my husband... well, I don't know where he was meeting someone. Husband, oh husband, why aren't you here when I want you?

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Lele come over and apologize for what he had done the night before. Although I was initially annoyed, I didn't actually blame him. However, the crowd was growing, and the noise was getting louder, so we had to go to a quieter, less brightly lit place.

He kept explaining that he had acted so rudely the night before because he had drunk a lot of alcohol, and that it was alcohol that drove him to do it. He promised it wouldn't happen again. Because we were near the edge of the bushes, and everyone was heading towards the haunted house, there was no one around. Suddenly, I felt like someone tapped me on the back. Without any streetlights, I felt a chill run down my spine. In a panic,

I instinctively grabbed the person in front of me. My mind was filled with thoughts of my husband, but when I came to my senses, I realized the person I was hugging wasn't him, but Lele. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Looking up at the man I once loved, I felt a pang of sadness. Why did other women have husbands by their side, while I was all alone?

I didn't want to think about it anymore, so Lele and I kissed passionately. After a while, his hands became restless, roaming over my body. His touch was completely different from my husband's. I could feel that although his hands were large, it didn't affect the sensation. Especially when he touched my breasts through my bra and pinched my nipples, I felt a feeling I had never experienced before, a feeling I had never had since marrying my husband.

We were completely absorbed in the moment when his phone rang, reminding us that we'd missed the meeting time. Back at the hotel, after Hao-ge fell asleep, he came over and continued what we'd been doing. We kissed and caressed each other, our desire igniting. We figured it would be best to do it in bed, so Lele and I went to the bed and eagerly undressed each other.

After we were both completely naked, it was probably the first time he'd seen my naked body so closely. I wondered if he'd get a nosebleed afterwards. He gently sucked on my nipple, and the feeling was strange and novel. My husband had never done this to me before, and I gradually started to like it.

Soon I felt myself getting wet, and he touched me, knowing it was time to enter. The largest condom I had was a large size, so I had him put on the one I'd brought. I could see he was having a hard time putting it on because even the large size wasn't quite right for his huge penis. After he put it on, he kept rubbing it against my vaginal opening. To be honest, his rubbing felt very different from my husband's; his was too small. His touch quickly made me very wet, and I didn't know what to do.

Waaah… Husband, I'm so sorry! I've said so many bad things about you already. If you saw this, you'd definitely be angry, maybe even angry enough to divorce me!

When he penetrated me, it was the first time I'd ever felt how incredibly large his penis was. I kept thinking that something that big would definitely tear my vagina. I used to think that only my husband's penis was the standard size for men, but now, experiencing another man's penis, I felt like a frog in a well.

When he was fully inside me, he didn't move at all, leaving his penis inside me. I could clearly feel it pounding inside me, so even without my hands on Lele's chest, I could clearly feel how fast his heart was beating. A feeling of fullness I'd never experienced before washed over me. I clearly remember gripping his arm tightly at that moment.

After a few minutes, he started thrusting, one hand pressing against my breast, the other hand clasping mine together. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure this man, who wasn't my husband, was giving me. Perhaps it was the ample foreplay, or the thrill of the affair, or maybe it was just how thick his penis was, but I soon had an orgasm with his thrusting.

After that, we tried many different positions, unlike my husband who always seemed to prefer only one or two. Every position we tried was new and unique, and most importantly, it was all my first time trying them, so it was all very exciting.

I remember glancing at my watch; we had been at it for forty-five minutes. After a while, he started to speed up, and I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I held him tightly, hoping to help him have a very satisfying release. Just as he ejaculated, I could feel his penis incredibly warm and constantly expanding and contracting inside me. Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the fluid he ejaculated felt amazing. Just like last night, the force was many times stronger than my husband's. I was even worried that he might have broken the condom.

During ejaculation, unlike my husband who didn't move and finished after a few seconds, he ejaculated powerfully every time he pulled out and went back in. He ejaculated for a full minute before stopping, but didn't pull out immediately. Instead, he left his penis inside my vagina, my vaginal walls feeling his penis still throbbing inside me, and I could still feel the heat of his ejaculate. Compared to my husband ejaculating without a condom, the heat wasn't as intense as when Lele ejaculated with one.

Naturally, I arched my legs behind him, psychologically sensing that his still-erect penis could penetrate deeper, and personally, I felt very comfortable. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out. Although he had ejaculated once yesterday, and quite a lot, I was still quite surprised when I saw the amount inside the condom—more than my husband had done in five sessions!

I experienced many orgasms throughout the entire process. Making love with him truly allows me to reach levels I can't with my husband; he can reach places my husband has never reached. I might have unknowingly become infatuated with him again. However, afterward, I was still thinking about my husband; after all, you are still my beloved.

A month after returning home, I started feeling nauseous and short of breath. I was worried that I might have gotten pregnant from having sex with Lele at the hotel, so I quickly bought a pregnancy test. I was about to take the test in the bathroom when my husband came home. Panicked, I dropped the test into the toilet.

To avoid letting him know I'd taken the test, I hastily threw it in the trash.

That night, my husband asked me about the test, which startled me! I didn't know how to answer. Luckily, I remembered having sex with my husband in Hong Kong without a condom, so I told him it might have been that time. He seemed relieved, but that only made me more worried.

Just in case, I went to the hospital for a checkup. It turned out to be a misunderstanding; the doctor said I had some stomach problems lately. Thank goodness! I was so worried! If I were really pregnant and my husband knew, he would definitely make me have the baby. What if I gave birth to a child who looked like Lele but not my husband?

Looking at the time, I realized I'd written quite a lot today. Looking back at my journal entries, I wondered if I'd gone too far with my self-talk. I also felt quite sleepy, so I went to bed. I hoped my husband was doing well over there. "
Mmm... Yunyun, I'm going to cum inside!" Lele called out, using the name he used to call me when we were dating. We used to call each other by the last character of our names, repeated. With a muffled groan, the piston-like motion reached its maximum speed. I couldn't bear the speed; my hands gripped the sheets tightly, and my toes curled.

"Lele... um... just shoot it in like that... ahh..."

Lele's face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His thick, hard penis was inside me like a final pile driver, thrusting powerfully to the cervix, which even my husband couldn't reach. Even with the condom in place, the feeling was truly amazing. Before I knew it, I had reached orgasm. My squirting occurred just as Lele was thrusting in for the last time, my vaginal fluids splattering onto the condom. After Lele was fully inside, I could clearly feel the bulge at the tip of the condom swelling more and more; I knew he was also about to orgasm.

After ejaculating, Lele didn't immediately pull out his thick, warm penis; it remained inside me. As he began to release his fluids, I started to fantasize about the warm semen in front of my cervix swelling into a ball under his pressure, soon bursting the condom due to the force, and the thick, white fluid would erupt all at once. Just one step away. Those uniquely male semen could easily enter my uterus, violating my egg cells, which were now in the developmental stage and eagerly awaiting fertilization by his healthy seed.

For some reason, I had a fantasy that his squeezing would actually break the condom, and all his semen would flow into my uterus, causing me to become pregnant in a month or two. At this moment, I didn't feel sorry for my husband because of this fantasy; instead, I felt a joy and excitement that my husband couldn't give me. This might be because my husband and Qixing weren't by my side, but the main reason was that I knew my husband's secret, which allowed me to more unscrupulously accept the love that Lele brought me here.

Lele's ejaculation lasted for a minute, and as he finished, he was still lying on top of me, his chest with its strong abdominal muscles pressing against my breasts, making me breathless for a moment, but also giving me an unparalleled sense of security.

Especially his still taut penis, which showed no sign of leaving, throbbing up and down with his heartbeat.

Although we had air conditioning in Lele's room, I was still drenched in sweat from our intense "exercise." When I hugged Lele's back, it seemed the extreme speed of our "pile driving" had exhausted even Lele, who regularly works out; he was even more sweaty than me.

His tongue plunged into my mouth, swirling around, and saliva poured out incessantly. In just two or three minutes, he had already shoved a considerable amount of saliva into my mouth, and I reciprocated with my own. Since my lower mouth couldn't directly receive the essence Lele had stored up for dozens of days due to my fertile period, I had to use my upper mouth to greedily absorb the fluids he was passing through, as if replenishing the water lost during our "exercise."

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...

Just as I was about to hand him my hand, I saw Lele's figure not far away. He had just come out of the airport again, a hint of sadness on his face. As he looked around, our eyes met.

He smiled and walked over to me. I used to like him for many things, one of which was that no matter when or where, his expression was always calm and composed.

"Hey! What a coincidence!" Lele said, hands in his pockets, shrugging. He seemed to have forgotten what had happened between us in Hong Kong, completely oblivious to any awkwardness between us.

"Yeah, I just got back from Shanghai. And you, what brings you from the airport again? Where's your girlfriend?"

As he approached, I maintained a "safe" distance from him.

Since returning from my trip to Hong Kong, I hadn't had any relations with him behind my husband's back. I heard he later met a girlfriend, but I don't know what happened to her. Seeing him now reminded me of the inauthentic me I was in Hong Kong, and the endless regret I felt for my husband had calmed me down.

“I just broke up with her.”

“What? How could that be…” Hearing his words, I felt a little stunned and my heart raced. His looks and qualities were enough to make many women fall for him, and now they’d broken up. I thought to myself, ‘Could it be me…?’ My heart pounded with anxiety, but he continued,

“We broke up because of personality clashes. I just told her the breakup while I was dropping her off at the airport. But most importantly, there’s someone else I can’t let go of.” As he finished speaking, the smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a serious expression. He kept staring at me, which made me feel a little lost.

However, he quickly regained his smile: "It's lunchtime now, and several flights have just landed, so the taxis have all gone to the other side to pick up passengers. Besides, airport taxis are very expensive outside the city. Did you tell Tianliang to pick you up? If not, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"He's busy with work, so I didn't tell him. And I..." As I spoke, my bad habit kicked in again, and my hands unconsciously started fidgeting with the strap of my bag. At that moment, I really didn't know whether I should get in his car or not. While I was hesitating, he had already pulled up in front of me without me noticing.

I had ridden in his car many times before, but sitting in it now felt completely different from usual. From the moment I stepped into the car, guilt began to weigh on me, making me uneasy.

"Emily, what brings you to Shanghai? Didn't he come with you at dawn?" Perhaps it was because Lele hadn't said a word after I got on the bus, but his words broke the silence between us and eased my anxiety. After all, creating a good atmosphere and easing tension were among his strengths.

Of course, it also broke down the barriers between us...

Lele had just broken up with his girlfriend, but he acted as if nothing had happened and even initiated a conversation with me. I didn't know if his relationship with his girlfriend wasn't very deep, or if he simply didn't care about her at all.

"I... I'm just going to Shanghai on business. By the way, is there really no way you and your girlfriend can get back together?" This wasn't just out of curiosity; more importantly, I wanted to test whether Lele still had feelings for me.

I didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

"Yeah, after all, we have completely different personalities, we just can't be together. Shouldn't you know me best in this regard?" Every time Lele turned around, I felt my heart race, and a strange sense of pressure followed.

"Ah, no, you should know Tianliang best, right? You've been married for so long, and now you have Xiaoqixing. By the way, did you buy him any souvenirs when you went to Shanghai on business?"

Not only did he cleverly evade my questions, but he also quickly steered the conversation towards Tianliang and me. It seems I really underestimated his resourcefulness.

“It’s work, so I didn’t buy any souvenirs.”

As we talked, the car had already stopped by the roadside. Lele unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and said to me, “If it were daylight, I would definitely be looking forward to you bringing him some surprises from Shanghai. If you really didn’t bring anything, he’ll be sad. What does your husband like?”

“Ah? Really, it’s not necessary, he…”

Before I could finish speaking, he continued, “Why have you been so hesitant lately? How about this, there’s a new tie that’s recently come out in Shanghai, it’s a pretty popular style in China, you won’t get laughed at by the students if you wear it with a shirt. Wait a minute, I know this store very well, I’ll definitely pick out a good one for you.” Before I could stop him, he had already gotten out of the car and gone into the store.

I sat in the car, very unwilling, but the scene of him and me having an affair in my husband’s and my bedroom in Hong Kong kept flashing through my mind. To avoid reliving the painful memory of wronging my husband, I looked around. Suddenly, I noticed a shoebox next to his seat, but instead of shoes, it contained a stack of photos with the backs facing up.

I glanced at Lele in the store; he was still picking out ties. Curiosity drove me to look at the photos. But what I saw next was shocking. I couldn't believe my eyes. The photos showed my husband with a mixed-race woman who looked somewhat foreign. At first, it wouldn't have seemed like much, but the more I looked, the more uneasy I felt. Especially towards the end, I saw my husband engaging in intimate acts with her, like holding hands or even kissing.

I don't know where Lele got these photos. While with today's technology, good Photoshop could leave no trace, these photos didn't look photoshopped. And in the last one, there was a child between them. Although the child was also mixed-race, for some reason, I felt he looked a lot like my husband. Looking closer, the child even resembled Qixing (my husband's son).

At that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, staring wide-eyed at the happy-looking woman and the adorable child in the photos. Even faced with these irrefutable photos, I still couldn't believe my eyes, desperately trying to convince myself it was all fake. I looked at the photos again and again, gradually forgetting that I had been secretly watching Lele's pictures from inside his car...

When I came to my senses, I found Lele standing next to me, holding the tie he had bought.

"Did you see all that?" Lele returned to the car, tossing the tie onto the back seat. Gone was his usual smile; he just looked at me with a serious expression.

"Um... how did you get these photos?" I angrily pointed the photos at him. Actually, I was already feeling incredibly sad. A husband I should have trusted had cheated on me and even had a child with another woman.

"If you're willing to listen to this, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk it over?"

Lele drove to a park, got out of the car, and found a quiet spot to sit down. He brought a large box from the car, but it was sealed inside. He didn't immediately explain what it contained.

“Actually, I didn’t mean to take these photos secretly. These photos were originally obtained from a journalist friend of mine.” He held up a photo that only showed the mixed-race woman and said to me, “Her name is Phoebe Kok. Not many Chinese people would know her, but she is the only daughter of Kok, a Chinese-American.”

“That Kok, the very wealthy Chinese-American?” Hearing this name, I felt a chill, because a woman with good looks and a wealthy family was trying to steal my husband. I had read about Kok in newspapers and magazines; he was one of the top ten outstanding Chinese Americans, and his business was very successful. The reports also mentioned that he had an only daughter, but she had never appeared in any public events with her father in front of the media.

"That's right. But no matter how much they try to block the news, they can't escape the paparazzi's eyes. The main reason is that Phoebe is unrestrained and often does things that go too far. The media quickly discovered that she is Kok's only daughter. But recently, I heard that she had a child out of wedlock, and that the child is already several years old. My friend is a paparazzi for a foreign media company, and he went through a lot of trouble to find these photos. I saw them by chance, and unexpectedly, the father of her illegitimate child is actually Tianliang..."

Lele spoke with conviction, and after listening, my nose felt sore, and tears seemed about to fall.

What broke my heart was that my usually honest husband had really cheated on me, and even had a child with her that was several years old.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Lele handed me a tissue, and I just desperately held it to my eyes.

"Don't be like this. Even if there aren't many people around now, there's no guarantee someone won't see us," Lele said, placing his hands on my shoulders. I knew he was trying to comfort me, so I sobbed and nestled against his chest.

I forced back my tears and walked back to the car with Lele. But inside the car, I couldn't hold back anymore; the fact that my husband was cheating made me burst into tears. After Lele drove me home, I walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. My husband opened the door halfway open.

My first impression of him was that he was exhausted and looked frightening. His pale face was devoid of color except for the bloodshot eyes; his lips were so dry they were cracked, which was quite rare in the humid summer. When my husband saw me, he seemed to be forcing a smile, and this expression made me feel that he was hiding something from me. I should have been happy to see him, but after seeing Lele's picture and imagining him being intimate with that woman, I felt nauseous.

"Honey, you're back?"

"Mmm..." I didn't pay him much attention. I simply put my bag on the sofa and went into the room to change. Before changing, I carefully examined the room and saw many crumpled tissues on the floor, and some yellow and white stains on the sheets. Knowing these stains were from a man made me increasingly angry.

Thinking about the traces he left on our bed while I was away with that woman, I changed and, without a word, picked up my bag again and walked out the door. Even when he called after me, I remained unmoved...

Night fell, and the neon lights of my city rivaled those of Shanghai. My colleagues and boss were celebrating in a karaoke room, while I sat to the side, drinking alone. Although many colleagues invited me to join, I had no interest whatsoever. I could only politely decline with a wry smile and drink all night.

I have a low alcohol tolerance, so I quickly became half-drunk and half-awake. I was lying on the sofa in the karaoke room, vaguely sensing a colleague rummaging through my bag, taking out my phone, and dialing a number…

“…Are you Huiyun’s husband?… She’s drunk, come pick her up…” I vaguely heard my colleague talking on the phone, but I couldn’t tell who he was calling.

After what seemed like an eternity, I think I was helped into a car. When I regained some consciousness, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat, and Lele was driving.

“Are you awake? I’ll drive you home now.” Lele was focused on driving, only glancing at me to make sure I was conscious before speaking.

“Go home where? I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to go back to him…” Although I managed to sit up straight and stretch, exhaustion still gripped my body. With that, I lost consciousness again.

When I regained consciousness, I was lying in bed, covered with a blanket, and the clothes I had been wearing weren’t on. I was wearing a white men’s t-shirt, and my underwear was still the same. I struggled to sit up and looked around. The clock on the wall showed 2 a.m. As I looked further, I realized the room was one I knew all too well—Lele's room.

I used to come here often to spend the night with him when we were dating, but after we got married, I hadn't been here at all. Yet, the room's layout seemed largely unchanged. A severe headache throbbed, and I had no choice but to lie back down. A short while later, Lele came into the room, holding a glass of water.

"You're up? Here, drink this water!" Lele helped me sit up, and I, parched with thirst, gulped down the entire glass. "You threw up all over your clothes in the car, so I helped you change."

"You don't mind, do you?" "I didn't mind him helping me change. After all, we've had sex many times already, and my body is no longer a secret to him.

" "Sorry to bother you..." Because my vision was blurry, and with the effects of alcohol, I looked at the man in front of me, unconsciously becoming intoxicated.

"Your face is so red, so cute..." I noticed Lele looking at me affectionately. I remembered that he hadn't rested since I started, and my husband was probably still cheating on me with that woman. Thinking of this, under the influence of alcohol, my arms naturally wrapped around Lele's neck.

Lele didn't immediately reject me; instead, his lips slowly approached mine. When our four lips met, we began frantically undressing each other. For me now, undressing was actually a vigorous activity. The alcohol was starting to take effect; besides the burning sensation, I became much bolder, so in no time... Lele was only wearing a pair of briefs, while I, besides a lace bra and panties, had my skin exposed to the air.

Besides kissing, Lele pushed me down on the bed and even started caressing my breasts with his large hands. As I enjoyed his gentle touch, I wondered if he could feel my heart pounding like a deer through his touch. His other hand wasn't idle either; he started rubbing my clitoris through my panties with his fingers.

I cried out excitedly, "Ah...yes...no...don't..." Because we were in his room, without my husband's restraint, the feeling of betrayal made me even more unrestrained, and I didn't care about the neighbors hearing me or trying to suppress my cries.

"Just like that, you're already soaking wet down there, and you still say no?"

"I mean, I want you...your...that..." I completely disregarded any feminine modesty, only pointing to his bulging crotch.

"If you want it, fine, but it's not the biggest yet. I want you to help me make it bigger." "

I sat up and started touching his crotch with my fingers. The moment I touched it, it became thick and vigorous, almost bursting through his briefs. I pulled off Lele's last piece of clothing. Perhaps because he hadn't showered, there was a slightly pungent smell coming from there, which excited me greatly. While stroking it up and down, I gently scratched the bulging veins with my fingernails.

Because it was so taut, I felt its immense strength; my hand couldn't keep it still, it vibrated with its movements. It was erect, a full forty-five degrees, with its head facing my face. I was also leaning against Lele's body while touching it. I was already irresistibly drawn to the strong smell, so I immediately took its head into my mouth, savoring its 'freshness.'" He was enjoying the taste, and he was also happily receiving the service I was giving him—a service even my husband had received.

Perhaps because I had his penis in my mouth, Lele was breathing heavily. I circled its head with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my teeth. Each bite made his hands, which were gripping my breasts, squeeze harder, as if extracting milk from them. His fingers constantly rubbed my nipples, and I would excitedly bite them again. My lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluid, and his penis was throbbing in my mouth, even touching my palate, bouncing up and down to strike my teeth.

He separated us, and I had quite a bit of saliva left on it. He gently and quickly peeled off my underwear, and now we were both completely naked.

"No...put on a condom first, I haven't been feeling well these past few days..." He grabbed his penis as if he couldn't wait to enter, but I didn't cross my boundaries. I asked him to put on a condom, still feeling scared.

"I can put it on, but I want you to put it on with your mouth." I never expected him to make such a request. Of course, I didn't refuse, and I think my face must have been very red, because I could feel my cheeks burning. Partly from the alcohol, and partly because it was my first time putting a condom on a man like this, I felt incredibly embarrassed.

I put the condom in my mouth and held his penis in my hand, but because his erect penis was throbbing so badly, and because bending over was difficult, I couldn't get it on several times. Plus, because of the deep throat, I kept coughing. After finally getting it on, I couldn't wait any longer. Before even waiting for Lele's reaction, I gripped his thick penis and started pulling it up into my vagina. I was already very wet down there, so it entered me quickly.

"Yunyun, oh...oh..." "Mmm...ahhh..." Lele and I both cried out in unison. To be honest, my vagina felt much fuller from his penis, and the walls of my vagina contracted inwards as a result. I hugged Lele tightly.

I've only had sex with two men in my life: my husband and Lele. My husband's penis is small. He's my first love and the person I love most, so having sex with him always gives me a feeling of security and happiness. As for Lele, he has a handsome appearance full of sunshine, and he exercises regularly, especially his penis. I don't know if it's because of his fitness that it's become so big, but having sex with him is a feeling that's both comfortable and exciting.

At this moment, my body and Lele's body are combined, and the pleasure of betrayal is written all over my face. Lele immediately helped me up, and I straddled him in a riding position. My breasts enveloped Lele's penis as much as possible, keeping it warm inside me.

My breasts pressed against Lele's chest, feeling their shape distorted under the pressure. I slowly began to move up and down, and Lele helped me with his hands, making it easier for me to move. During this motion, we shared another wet kiss.

Making love with Lele was so pleasurable because, besides his large penis, we knew many positions—things my honest husband definitely wouldn't know. He lifted me off the bed, my feet already on the floor. This up-and-down position was even more powerful than before, and I had two orgasms.

We changed positions several times afterward, almost every position giving me an orgasm, and we were both drenched in sweat, as if we'd done some strenuous exercise. Although Lele seemed to have lost a lot of energy, he didn't reduce the force of his thrusts; in fact, he increased them…

************ (The beginning of the scene is omitted here) ************

After we finished, I removed Lele's condom. A small sac of milky-white fluid had formed at the bottom. Because he hadn't pulled it out immediately after ejaculation, the warm semen inside me was kept warm by my body temperature, and the cold air in the room had no effect on it. When I pulled it out, I squeezed it with my hand; the temperature remained at normal body temperature.

Lying on the bed, I opened the condom and squeezed out the small sac of semen, applying it to my breasts. Get up. Fresh male semen looks like milk, although it's a liquid with a strong fishy smell. I've heard it's full of a man's nutrients and essence, and that applying it to the skin can have beautifying and whitening effects. Lele's semen, which doesn't seem to have any yellow urine mixed in, is perfect for me.

Seeing me like this, Lele smiled, picked me up, carried me into the bathtub, and turned on the shower. The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and it felt really comfortable on my skin. Inside, Lele's crotch rose again, and I couldn't resist his teasing, so I made love to him again.

This wasn't the first time I'd had sex in the shower; my husband and I had tried it once before in a hotel. But this time was different. With my husband, it felt like having sex with a wooden doll. With Lele, it was different. He would try things my husband would never do, even if they were commonplace, like spraying the showerhead directly into my genitals or touching my G-spot with his fingers.

The next morning, I heard birds chirping outside the window. It was already past 10 a.m. I got up to check my phone, but it wasn't on. Then I suddenly remembered it had run out of battery the day before.

I walked out of the living room naked, took the charger out of my bag, and my phone turned on immediately. I checked my voicemail; it was overflowing with messages from my husband. At least he had some conscience, calling me after knowing I hadn't come home all night.

Now, thinking back, I feel like I went a little too far. Not only did I leave without saying goodbye, but I didn't even come home all night.

While my husband's betrayal was clearly wrong, was my infidelity justifiable either? I listened to every message, and my husband's already hoarse voice grew even more pronounced with each word, making my heart ache.

I got dressed, quietly left Lele's house, and took a taxi home. As I climbed the stairs, my mind raced, trying to figure out how to explain my all-night absence to my husband. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my husband talking to someone else. When my gaze swept across the sofa, I saw a woman in a dress sitting there—the same woman I'd seen holding hands with my husband in Lele's photo.

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