A woman who cheated

We made love again today.

A few days ago, he called me and asked me to go out, but I declined, saying I was at work (we didn't have a 7-day weekend, we took regular holidays). Yesterday, I was on duty, and he came to see me. Actually, he had already planned my shift. We chatted until after 11 pm, and before he left, he invited me to go out the next day. This time, I didn't have an excuse, so I agreed. We arranged to meet at 11:30 am the next day at the KFC upstairs in the Second Food Store on Huaihai Road.

Today, after work, I rested at my workplace for a while before going to meet him. When I arrived, he was already sitting there waiting for me. I ordered a corn on the cob, two spicy chicken wings, and a piece of chicken, while he ordered some other things. We ate and chatted, discussing where to go in the afternoon. I suggested going to the movies, but he said there weren't many good movies these days, and we could buy a DVD and watch it together at home. I thought that made sense. I said, "Then come shopping with me. I want to buy some autumn clothes." He said it was close to my workplace, and we might run into that acquaintance, which wouldn't be good. He seemed reluctant to go shopping with me. "Where do you want to go?" I asked, a little annoyed. He didn't answer, just took big bites of his burger. After finishing the last bite, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and whispered in my ear, "I want to make love to you. Let's go to a hotel." He added, "It's just after National Day, the hotels are practically empty, I guarantee nothing will happen." His words instantly aroused me. I'm a woman with a very strong sex drive. Ever since my passionate lovemaking with my first boyfriend, I've never stopped pursuing him. I'm never short of men, all successful and mature. The man sitting next to me now is ten years younger than me, about the same age as my first boyfriend back then. Looking at him, I couldn't help but think of my first boyfriend; I like this type of boy. Since our first time making love, I haven't wanted to refuse him. Deep down, I even hoped he would have that desire. But outwardly, I pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Will nothing happen?" Then I smiled at him and went with him.

We booked a room at a nearby hotel and spent the entire afternoon until 9 p.m. in the room. We made love three times, slept together, and he went out to buy some food in between.

The first time, we started in the bathtub. As

soon as we entered the room, he hugged me and started kissing me. He held me very tightly, and I could hardly breathe. We kissed passionately, and I felt his heat rush into my body. He held my tongue firmly in his mouth, and his hands began to roam over my body. This lasted for about five minutes. When he was about to unbutton my skirt, I said to him, "Let's take a shower first," and he agreed. Then he helped me unbutton my clothes and bra, and then took off my skirt and panties. He kissed my nipples, then picked me up and took me into the bathroom.

By then, I was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist up. He turned to look at me, and I looked at him too. I noticed his gaze slowly moving towards my breasts. "Your breasts are beautiful," he suddenly said to me. "Really?" I felt a little embarrassed by his words and hurriedly pulled the blanket over myself, but he grabbed it and I couldn't move it. "You rascal," I said. Unexpectedly, my words only fueled his passion. He simply pulled the blanket all the way to the floor and said, "Let me take a good look at you, I want to look at you to my heart's content." Then, he made me lie down and knelt beside me. I looked at him affectionately as he began to caress my body, first on my breasts, slowly and gently rubbing them. When his palms touched my nipples, I felt so excited and comfortable. He would sometimes lean down to kiss my nipples, even taking them into his mouth and gently biting them a few times. I felt a warm, wet sensation in his mouth, which made me increasingly excited. Gradually, I closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased.

I felt his hands slowly sliding down, from my upper abdomen, lower abdomen, to my thighs. Finally, he placed his hand on my vulva. He brushed my labia majora a few times with his fingers and kissed my pubic hair a few times, but he didn't kiss my vulva. I felt him inserting his fingers into my vagina. I said to him, "No." I dislike men inserting their fingers into my vagina because their nails are long and dirty, probably carrying a lot of bacteria, which could hurt my vagina. However, I really enjoy men giving me oral sex; it feels wonderful, but I rarely reach orgasm through oral sex. I looked at him and gently said, "Kiss me." He thought I wanted him to kiss his lips and was about to crawl over. I stopped him and said, "Kiss me down there." He looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I've never kissed a woman's genitals before." I knew he found it dirty, and it probably smelled a bit. But I really wanted him to kiss me down there, so I begged him, saying, "I want it, kiss me." He bent down and started kissing me. I could feel him biting my labia majora with his lips, and it felt like his nose was touching my clitoris. I said, "Lick me with your tongue." He obediently started licking me.

At that moment, I truly felt the sensation of him giving me oral sex; the feeling was indescribable. His tongue rubbed against my labia, the tip pressing against my clitoris, feeling like an electric shock, rapidly sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I felt like I was floating, yet also like I was falling into an abyss. I kept crying out, "I want... I want..." He seemed to understand my cries, and I felt his tongue pressing against me at an increasing frequency. Along with my cries, my breathing quickened, and my heart raced. I couldn't take it anymore... Suddenly, that magical feeling vanished, and he slowly climbed on top of me, pressing me down with his entire body. He held my head between his fingers and said, "Isn't it good? My tongue hurts." I hummed in agreement, and then he lowered his head to kiss me. After a while, he said, "I want to put it inside." I still only hummed in agreement.

This time, he entered effortlessly. Because I was so wet down there, it could slide in even if it was just placed on the side. He was kissing me while he was fucking me, and I could feel his penis going in and out of my vagina. The feeling now was completely different from before; the pleasure was real and full. Every thrust of his was an amplification of this pleasure, and the faster he moved, the faster the pleasure amplified. Soon I reached my first orgasm.

He was on top of me, panting heavily. I asked him how it was, and he said it felt so good. This time, I felt he was particularly heavy on me. I pushed him a few times, but he didn't move. I said, "Can you get off me? I'm about to be flattened by you." He twisted his body and rolled to my side. I told him to move a little further in, as the bed was small and he was careful not to fall off. He told me he was thirsty and asked me to get him a glass of water. As soon as I stood up, I felt his semen flowing out of my vagina, running down my inner thighs, and some even dripping onto the floor.

He finished his water, kissed me, and then lay stiffly on the bed. I went to the bathroom to wipe the semen off my thighs, and when I came back, he was already asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed watching him; he looked so happy and content. My heart ached. I'd never felt this way with the other two men I'd had sex with, because we were all married, and it was an unspoken understanding that we were only together for sex, and neither of us wanted to break up the other's family. But he was different. He was young; he should be having sex with a girl his own age, marrying her, and having children. But now he was having sex with a woman ten years his senior, and I could feel that he truly loved me.

I picked up the blanket from the floor and lay down on the bed, gently hugging him and kissing him a few times. At the same time, two tears streamed down my face.

The third time we had sex was actually me "raping" him.

His phone ringing woke us from our sleep. I opened my eyes to find the room was already dark. He got up, turned on the light, found his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then answered. I checked my watch; it was almost 6 o'clock. The call seemed to be from his home. He said he was playing with classmates and wouldn't be home for dinner, adding that he'd be home late and not to wait for him. I heard him say "Okay, okay" several times before hanging up. He told me it was his mother calling, asking if he was coming home for dinner, saying someone had delivered a lot of authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs. He also said that every year around this time, people bring hairy crabs to his house, and that they get tasteless after a while. He asked if I liked them, and I said they were okay. He said he'd treat me to some sometime. Speaking of food, I was actually a little hungry. I asked him, "Are you hungry?"

He said, "A little."

"Then go buy something to eat," I said.

He said, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything, but bring me a cup of yogurt." I love yogurt. He got dressed and went out, giving me a kiss before leaving.

While he was out, I called my mother-in-law's house. I don't know why, but I missed my daughter terribly at that moment. My father-in-law answered the phone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked him to call my daughter. My daughter is five years old and still can't express herself very well. I heard her loudly saying on the other end of the line, "Hello, Mommy, when are you coming to pick me up?" I told her that Mommy was busy, but she would come to see me when she had time. I told her to be good at Grandma's house and not to make Grandpa and Grandma angry. I also asked her about kindergarten, but she said she didn't know much about it. At that moment, I felt a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes again.

He didn't come back for a long time. He said he didn't know what I liked to eat. He said he walked a long way along Huaihai Road, and he remembered there was a Fengyu Shengjian snack shop on Ruijin Second Road, which he had seen me eat for breakfast before. So he went and bought some. He also said there were a lot of people and a long queue, and he was anxious because he was worried I would be anxious. On the way back, he tried to call a taxi, but he didn't see a single empty one. Finally, he said he ran back. I saw that he was really sweating on his forehead. I was very touched.

I put on my underwear and a shirt and got out of bed. We sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing as we finished eating the shengjian. Then, I leaned against him, lying in his arms, sucking on yogurt while listening to him tell stories about his school (his school was also my alma mater). At that moment, I felt very romantic, as if I had returned to 10 years ago. I could feel the sweetness of being in love. I think I might have fallen for him. "Do you want some more?" I asked him. He didn't understand me, thinking I was asking if he was full, and said, "Yes, I'm full. I can eat again when I get home." I looked at him without saying anything, continuing to suck on my yogurt. He looked at me too, and slowly he hugged me tighter, placing his hands on my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could clearly feel him caressing my breasts, and he even gently pinched my nipples a few times through my clothes. "You must be so lucky to be my husband," he suddenly said to me, "Can you tell me what your husband does for a living?" he then asked me. He had asked me this question several times before, and I had never answered him directly. It seemed I had no choice but to answer him today.

I told him, "My husband used to work for a state-owned enterprise, and later he switched to a large multinational company in this city. He started as a department manager, but because of his exceptional work ability, organizational skills, technical skills, and good interpersonal relationships, he was promoted by his boss to manager of a branch office in another city after a few years." I couldn't stop myself from speaking. "My husband is a very good person and very responsible towards his family. We've been married for seven years, and he's never argued with me. He always gives in to me. Even though he's away, he still takes care of everything at home. Except for weekends, he drives home to see me once or twice a week. And he's a filial son." He interrupted me and asked, "Are you comfortable with him?" I didn't want to talk about having sex with my husband, but he forced me to, so I told him, "My husband is indeed a good person, but he's rarely passionate in bed. He's always very reserved. Sometimes I really want to have sex with him, but he doesn't seem interested." I looked at him and noticed his expression was a little unnatural. I realized I shouldn't have told him these things; it hurt his pride.

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then pressed my lips to his. We started kissing. We kissed for a long time, neither of us wanting to separate, and we didn't say a word. He would sometimes push his tongue into my mouth, and sometimes he would suck my tongue into his mouth. I felt like I was truly kissing the person I loved most. I didn't want to be apart from him. Then, I felt his hand slip under my clothes and reach my chin, caressing my breasts. I felt myself getting excited. I looked up at him and softly asked, "Do you still want to make love to me?" He said, "Yes, but I don't know if I can still do it." I felt around in his pants a few times, but couldn't find his erect penis. I figured it really wasn't hard. I said, "Let me kiss it." He didn't object. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his penis out from under his briefs. He said it was uncomfortable, so he took his pants off completely. He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his head tilted back. I knelt between his legs and began kissing his penis. It was soft, and the foreskin was a little long. I pulled back the foreskin and could still smell the scent of my vaginal fluid on his glans. I licked his glans a few times with my tongue and then sucked on it for a while. I noticed his penis was starting to get bigger. I continued to suck him, lick him, and even take him entirely into my mouth, moving my penis constantly. I heard him say, "So good...so good..." His penis got hard.

I held his penis in my hand and rubbed it up and down, sometimes even putting it in my mouth a few times. I felt it getting harder and harder, and my arms gradually started to ache. I looked up and asked him, "Do you want to go in?" He said, "Yes." I stood up, took off my underwear, and then sat on him with my legs apart. I slightly raised my buttocks, grabbed his penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust my hips forward, and his penis went into my vagina. He said to me, "So good, so good." I was sitting on him, actually squatting on the sofa, with my hands on his thighs, and thrusting my hips forward as hard as I could. I don't know when he unbuttoned my shirt, and he was pinching my breasts with both hands, repeatedly saying, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more." The sofa was soft, which made it difficult for me, so I suggested we go to the bed, and he agreed.

He insisted that I stay on top, saying that it felt especially good for him when I was on top, and I complied. On the bed, it was much easier for me. I spread my legs and knelt on his hips, and his penis easily slid in. I leaned over him, kissing him while moving my lower body. I kept lifting my hips and thrusting forward, and I heard him say, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more." I felt his penis rubbing intensely inside my vagina, producing very intense pleasure. As the friction increased, the pleasure intensified. I was exhausted, and it felt as if a dark cloud was obscuring the blue sky ahead. I just needed to hold on a little longer to break through the cloud and ascend into the sky. Exhausted, I used my last breath to push forward a few more times, finally breaking through the dark clouds, seeing the blue sky, and rising into the heavens. At the same time, I heard him shout, "Oh... I'm coming, I'm coming... Move a little more, move a little more." I felt him grab my hips and push and pull hard a few times, then let out two long cries, and his penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina. He ejaculated into my vagina again. I lay on top of him, unable to move. He held me, kissing my face, and said, "I never thought it would feel so good for a woman to be on top during sex. I've never felt anything like it before. From now on, you'll be on top when we have sex." I didn't have the strength to reply. He continued, "I always thought oral sex in porn was just for show. I never imagined it felt so good. I feel an especially intense pleasure when I have oral sex followed by penetration." He continued talking to me and tried to get up. I said to him, "Don't move, okay?" His penis was still inside my vagina. I hadn't recovered from the pleasure I had just experienced. I was still enjoying the pleasure and wanted it to last forever.

We rested for a while, then took a shower and prepared to go home. I checked my watch as we left; it was almost 9 o'clock. He offered to take me home, but I said no, he insisted. I suggested taking the subway, but he insisted on calling a taxi. On the way home, he held me tightly the whole time, without saying a word. When we were almost home, I said to him, "Am I a bad woman? You shouldn't be with me." He didn't answer. Not far from my apartment complex, I asked the driver to stop, kissed him, said goodbye, and got out of the car. Just as I entered the building, my phone rang; it was a text message. I took my phone out of my bag, opened the message, and saw only three words: "I love you."

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