That day, we...

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That day, we sat on the grass behind Tamsui Station. The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, and the surrounding noise gradually subsided. My white dress was too thin, and the blades of grass kept piercing through it, making me very uncomfortable. I wiggled my hips to relieve the stinging sensation, but I didn't want to stand up. The quiet, dark atmosphere often made me feel sentimental. I carefully lay down, afraid of being pricked by the grass, and crossed my hands behind my head, quietly thinking about my thoughts. Xiao Zhang sat beside me, staring intently. I noticed that having my hands behind my head made my chest appear more prominent, but I didn't want to immediately lower them to avoid hurting his feelings.

Xiao Zhang was a salesman at the company, shrewd and clever, but diligent in his work. Today, at the dinner party in Tamsui, since my husband couldn't pick me up because he was working overtime, he volunteered, and I readily agreed. However, the sunset over Tamsui had drawn me to stop there.

Just as I was wondering how to best lower my hands, Xiao Zhang suddenly lowered his head and kissed me. ) My lips, perhaps due to the environment, didn't resist. My mind was in turmoil, or perhaps the monotony of married life made me want an affair… In any case, Xiao Zhang's tongue met no resistance. The faint smell of cigarettes mixed with the aroma of red wine wafted into my throat, and I extended my tongue to intertwine with his. He sucked my saliva forcefully, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth like intercourse, a wave of pleasure washing over me. Finally, we embraced and passionately kissed on the grass. He ruthlessly ravaged my breasts, pinching and squeezing them, playing with my nipples until they stood erect.

Xiao Zhang's excitement at my unusual response was predictable. In the office, we hardly spoke. His low-brow jokes even disgusted me, but the inexperienced young women in the office were often made to laugh by him, and he happily laughed along (I thought it was lewd laughter).

In short, no matter what, I ended up embracing Xiao Zhang. He could tell I was aroused, and he took advantage of me without any restraint, like a scene from a porn movie. Gradually, soft moans escaped my lips. He immediately reached for my crotch, his middle finger penetrating the seam and thrusting straight for my entrance.

Xiao Zhang's rough actions disgusted me. I pushed his finger away, telling him to slow down. He actually held up his middle finger and said, "It's so wet, can you handle it if I go slower?" I was furious, so I bent my right knee and pushed him off me, then walked to the subway station to catch the train home. I felt

sorry for myself for encountering such a lustful man, but also thankful that I hadn't actually had a passionate encounter with this scoundrel. Otherwise, if he had gotten involved, it would have been endless. I couldn't understand how I could have been so blinded by greed; I should have cut ties with this jerk long ago. On the way home, my mind wandered, and I felt the filth in my crotch again, and I felt anxious... I rushed home, glanced at the clock—it was almost 11 pm. That bastard still wasn't home. My pent-up resentment was about to explode; I wanted to cry my heart out, but I couldn't. So, I angrily went into the bathroom, washed away the filth, and went to bed.

In my sleep, I heard that bastard sneaking in again. I was sleepy, so I didn't want to cause him any trouble. But seeing I wasn't furious, he pounced on me with a lecherous grin. Before I could react, he had stripped me naked. I tried to push him away, but I was too weak. I could only let him thrust inside me. My vagina was dry, and I felt no pleasure, no interest whatsoever. That bastard, on the other hand, kept saying, "So tight, so tight, so good, so good!" He was incredibly stamina after drinking, and he went at it hard for a long time before finally finishing, then turned away to dream his sweet dreams.

Sigh, if only he were this vigorous every day! Why did he have to choose tonight

? Sigh! What a terrible day!

(II)

After a night of commotion, I woke up very late the next day. My husband complained that I hadn't set an alarm and that I hadn't woken him up earlier. It was a struggle to get into the car and head to work. In the car, he complained again about being late and getting docked pay, looking very unhappy. To comfort him, I said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "It's because you were so amazing last night!"

Hearing this, he was pleased and eagerly asked, "Was it comfortable? Was it comfortable? How many times? Huh? Huh? How many orgasms? Huh?"

I replied curtly, "You're just good at bullying me." What I really meant was, "You didn't care if I wanted it or not and just forced your way in; you're just bullying me." He thought I was still being coquettish, looking smug, and watched as he focused on driving with a slight smile on his lips. My heart... Thinking: Oh no, he'll definitely bring alcohol home tonight. Poor husband!

The day passed quickly, whether I had something to say or not.

My husband picked me up from work, and sure enough, there was a bottle of wine in the back seat. It was both funny and exasperating. He was unusually diligent today, taking care of all the housework, which made me happy to relax. After a while, he finished the chores and busied himself setting the mood. He took out a long-forgotten candlestick from the bedside table—a birthday gift I gave him before we got married. He used to be so romantic, more sentimental than a woman; he'd never been so cliché.

He lit the candles, turned off the lights, and the candlelight danced on our faces. He poured wine into our glasses, and we sat on the floor by the window, sipping. He got up and went to the stereo, and music immediately flowed out: "Close every door to me, hide all the world from..." "Me..." a mournful tune played. I asked him to change it, but he casually plucked a string, and a massive blast of music erupted: "No time, I don't have time..." He was startled, hurriedly turned off the stereo, and awkwardly sat down beside me.

We chatted about everyday things for a while, then, unable to sit still, he casually drew back the curtains. Silvery moonlight streamed into the room—a beautiful moon indeed! I exclaimed, walking to the window to admire the night view. He embraced me from behind, and we stood silently. After a long while, I said to him, "Let's go on a trip!" He didn't answer, but just hugged me tighter, then kissed the back of my ear. I turned around... He nodded in response. In the moonlight, his face was pale, and his eyes held a hint of melancholy. Was it the pressure of life? Or had I been pushing him too hard?

I lovingly stroked his cheek. He didn't say anything, but silently reached out and pulled me to the bedside. He gently removed our clothes, then spread my legs and stood by the bed, looking down at me. His eyes flashed with the youthful madness of his younger days. This beautiful moonlight must have reminded him of his past innocence, right? I sensed his thoughts and couldn't help but feel shy. I reached out and covered my lower body. His gaze then lingered on my breasts, and my heart started pounding. It had been so long since I'd felt this way, I thought.

"Thump thump," my heart is pounding faster and faster...

"Thump thump..." "Did you take a condom?"

"Thump thump..." "Never mind."

"Thump thump..." "You'll get pregnant."

"Thump thump..." "Creation Universe... cough, having a baby isn't bad either."

"Thump thump..." "Yours is so big!"

"Thump thump..." "Want to bite it?"

"Thump thump thump..." "Mmm..."

"Thump thump thump..." "Hey, don't use your teeth!"

"Thump thump thump..." "My beard is poking me, it hurts!"

"Thump thump thump..." "Where is it poking me?"

"Thump thump thump..." "Come in!"

"Thump thump thump thump..." "No rush..."

"Thump thump thump thump..." "Hurry up!"

"……Thump thump thump thump……" "Okay……"

"……Thump thump thump thump……" "Push harder!"

"……Thump thump thump thump……" "I'm already pushing hard."

"……Thump thump thump thump thump……" "Are you done yet? Almost done!"

"……Thump thump thump……" "Not yet……"

"……Thump thump thump……" "Have you been drinking?"

"……Thump thump thump……" "Mmm……"

"……Thump thump thump……" "Bigger than yesterday……"

"……Thump thump thump……" "And longer than yesterday."

"……Thump thump thump……" "Of course, xo!"

"……Thump thump thump……" "What about yesterday?"

"……Thump thump……" "Shaoxing."

"……Thump thump……" "How about biting it?"

"……Thump thump……" "Okay."

"……Thump thump thump……" "Swallow it!" "

……Thump thump thump……" "No, okay!" "

……Thump thump thump thump……" "Swallow it! Just this once, please!" "

Hmm (no,)……"

"Just a little bit?"

"Hmm, hmm (no, no)……" "

Then I'll rub it on your body."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm (no, no, no)……"

"Then remember to set the alarm."

I rushed into the bathroom and spat it out, letting out a sigh of relief. That bastard took advantage of me, why did he even set the alarm? He didn't sleep well all night, I'm not waking him up.

"zzzzzzzz... By the way, is there anything more expensive than XO?"

(III)

I ate a few bites of the bento box, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I put down my chopsticks, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of Coke, and sat down on the sofa. Thinking about it, I was still unwilling to give up and ate a few more bites of rice. Things are really expensive these days. A bento box that costs seventy or eighty yuan looks like dog food. I pressed the remote control, but before the picture appeared, "Ugh...ugh...uh..." sounds burst out first. Ever since I bought this 33-inch TV, that bastard has only watched Channel 17 and I haven't seen him switch channels. The picture was still showing fairies fighting, with mosaics taking up 1/3 of the screen. I angrily turned off the TV and lost my appetite. I went to the bedside and turned on the tape recorder to listen to some music, but as soon as I put it on, it was still "uh...uh...uh...". That pervert must have called me again...I'll give him a good beating when I get back from my business trip.

The last time we made love, I was in the throes of ecstasy when he suddenly blurted out, "Not like that." I was completely bewildered. I asked him what he meant, and he excitedly got up and put on a tape. The sound quality was terrible, but the lewd moans were crystal clear. He proudly said, "That's how you should moan! We've done it so many times, and you haven't improved at all." I couldn't resist his encouragement and, blushing, tried moaning a few times: "Oh...dear brother...oh...big dick brother...oh..." Before I could even think of a word to describe the pleasure, he ejaculated first, "plop plop," that damn moaning. I doubt any normal woman would moan like that. Of course, in the entertainment industry, to get more clients, you have to cheat a little. I'm usually not enough; if I did that again, how could I sleep?

Out of sheer boredom, I rummaged through his drawer. He had several photo albums in his drawer; I opened the oldest one, and the first page was a solo photo of me. It was probably the most beautiful time of my life. Even the yellowed photo couldn't hide my youthful energy; my vibrant floral dress seemed to flutter in the wind. On the back of the photo, he carefully wrote the date: [Date] and [Location], my first time in Xitou. Yes! My first time in Xitou. I couldn't help but smile.

That trip was truly fraught with difficulties. First, I had my period, then he had a makeup exam, and the trip was postponed again and again. By the time we finally made it, summer vacation was almost over. Despite the fact that the living expenses sent from home were almost gone, we still reluctantly set off. Of course, we endured hardships along the way, saving wherever we could. Naturally, we found a guesthouse for the night. The guesthouse's water heater was right next to our room, shared by several rooms, blaring all night. Every time we were woken up, he wanted to come back, until the water heater could no longer wake us.

I already had sexual experience at that time; it wasn't entirely good, but it wasn't terrible either (I'll tell you more in later stories). Anyway, after spending time with him, I wanted to escape the shadows of the past and fantasize about the future.

Of course, I wouldn't let him know I wasn't a virgin anymore, and I was convinced he was the first man in my life, so when he first touched my private parts, I still couldn't suppress the flutter in my heart.

Before the trip, I had anticipated that things would develop further, so it wasn't surprising that he kissed me passionately as soon as we entered the room. I responded with even more intense passion, moaning and writhing in his arms. He held me tightly, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and I could feel his rapidly erection in my lower abdomen. He reached out and pressed my buttocks, letting me feel its heat, and lifted my floral skirt, reaching into the pure white thong I had specially chosen for it, rubbing it repeatedly against my buttocks. Before long, we were lying naked on the bed. You all know how he performed the first time, so I won't elaborate.

The second time, it was my turn to perform poorly, and he kept blaming himself, almost completely following the script. But back then, he was really quite skilled!

(IV)

Actually, I already knew about her past from her sister. In today's society, extramarital affairs are not a big deal, especially since I only found out about it after she had been intimate with her sister-in-law. It's just that men's pitiful pride makes me feel bitter. Premarital behavior can be explained, but infidelity after marriage is hard for me to accept. Ironically, like a third-rate script, the plot always starts with your best friend and ends with you being the last to know. Then the screenwriter will rationalize the affair, the actor will vilify your misdeeds, and the audience will bless them. And you, you are just the third party who hinders their affair. Isn't that absurd? The story begins from that day...

That day, after work, I came home and my sister-in-law greeted me with a smile from the kitchen. I learned that my wife had returned to Chiayi, and my sister-in-law had been ordered to cook and do housework for me. Over the years, she had become even more beautiful, even more so than my wife. She might be a little thinner, and her breasts might be a little smaller, but that pure innocence was very captivating to me.

Dining with her was a pleasure; her gentle words and silvery laughter—ah, how long had it been since I'd heard those from my wife? After dinner, she cleared the table and asked me to wake her at ten to read, then went to her room to rest. I was happy to have some alone time to rethink the project proposal.

When I went to wake her, it was already eleven. Feeling a little guilty, I pushed open the door. She hadn't turned off the light, probably afraid of sleeping too soundly and not being able to get up. It was hot; even with the fan constantly oscillating, she was still drenched in sweat. She was asleep fully clothed, lying flat on her stomach with her hands on her abdomen. Her t-shirt was slightly pulled up, a little gap between it and her skirt waist, revealing her deep belly button rising and falling with her breath on her flat stomach. Gazing at her delicate face, my penis was already erect. I gently nudged her knee, pretending to wake her. She hummed in response and turned to lie on her side, still fast asleep. I boldly placed my hand on her buttocks and gently shook her. She slowly opened her eyes, and I continued to gently stroke her bottom. Using the excuse that it was time to get up, I took the opportunity to take advantage of her. She grunted, bent her right knee, turned over, and lay flat again, her legs forming a "1>" shape. Her thin short skirt clung to her skin in the fan's breeze, and the triangle area that appeared before my eyes immediately made me unable to restrain myself. I told her to get up in a hoarse voice, and my left hand couldn't help but touch her knee. She didn't move, and my hand trembled as it continued to move upward, through the hem of her skirt, through the seam of her pants, my thumb touching her clitoris, and the other four fingers covering her lower abdomen, gently stroking her pubic hair.

She didn't have much body hair, and her pubic hair was fine. I played with it by entwining it around my fingers, while pressing her private parts with my palm. She trembled and straightened her right leg, trying to push away Satan's hand. I didn't dare to look up, afraid of seeing her stern eyes, so I continued to caress her genitals. She still didn't say a word, but her body twisted more and more violently. Finally, she clung to me and cried out.

When her breathing had calmed down, and she nestled in my arms with a smile through her tears, I finally felt relieved and began to undress her. Under the lamplight, her coy yet expectant expression captivated me. The oil and sweat on her face created a lewd scene, and I thought of Abe Sada from the movie "The Senses." Was this the tragedy of men and women in the end times? I felt panicked, yet I couldn't suppress my intense desire. I threw my clothes off the bed one by one...

(V)

It was so hot that my skin was covered in sweat. We rolled around on the bed, exploring each other. She was no longer as shy as before, gradually accepting the touch and occasionally moaning happily. I spread her legs, and she opened them naturally. Her virginity had long been forgotten. I felt a little panicked, but also a little happy. I was afraid of her tigress's wrath, and I couldn't shake off the shadow of guilt. But her beauty was irresistible, especially since she frequently showed an expression of wanting to go further. Finally, I lowered my head, cast aside my restraints, and further indulged my desires...

Her pubic hair, glistening black under her sweat, sparsely growing near her pubic bone, made her look like a young girl just beginning puberty. In fact, she was quite young, just over eighteen. Her labia were a slight pink, and her vulva was already open, glistening with vaginal fluid. I couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss it. The lewd smell mixed with the scent of sweat and a faint whiff of urine exploded in my head. Without pausing to savor it, I forcefully thrust my erect penis into her opening. She clenched her teeth, remaining silent, letting me ravage her. The tight walls of her vagina gripped me painfully, but I relentlessly thrust, trying to satisfy my insatiable desire. Finally, I collapsed onto her, panting heavily, covered in sweat. She lovingly stroked my head. After a while, she pushed me away. As my penis left her, I clearly saw a trickle of blood slowly flowing from inside…

(vi)

I lovingly picked up a tissue and gently wiped her. Her labia were already red and swollen. Although the blood that flowed out was not much, it still soaked the tissue red. I carefully cleaned up after her, constantly blaming myself. What should I do next? Divorce and marry my sister-in-law? Or pretend that nothing happened? Or continue the affair? My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't find a perfect solution.

As if she had made up her mind, she opened her eyes and stared at me, her delicate face deathly pale. What had I done? I lowered my head in shame, unable to face her, and just kept muttering apologies. She hugged me, stroking my hair as if comforting a child, and slowly told me about her feelings and desires for me. Of course, the cruel truth of my wife's infidelity was also revealed in her rambling narration. I couldn't hide the bitterness in my heart and sobbed in her arms. She seemed to want to make up for the debt my wife owed me, and tried to caress me, trying to let me vent my anger on her. Looking at her still swollen genitals, I couldn't bear to hurt her again. She was touched by my tenderness, blushed, and lowered her head to take my limp penis into her mouth and tease it. It couldn't resist the stimulation and kept throbbing in her mouth. Before long, it was hard again. She served it even more diligently, her saliva too much to swallow, making slapping sounds in the silent night. Her saliva was all over my penis. She worked even harder, her tongue constantly sliding on the tip of my penis.

I lifted her legs and examined her vulva closely. The opening was already full of fluid, slowly seeping out, with occasional streaks of blood. The smell of blood pressed against my nose aroused me even more, so I used my legs to clamp her head down, pushing it deeper into her throat, while licking her vulva. She shook her buttocks wildly with pleasure, her juices flowing around my mouth and jaw. Finally, she couldn't help but gasp loudly, her anus and labia twitching continuously. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I forcefully thrust my penis deep into her throat. I heard her make a gurgling sound, and an impulse could no longer be contained, so I ejaculated.

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