Moon Lotus's Self-Narration

My name is A-Ye, and I am a well-educated, married woman with a respectable job. My husband is handsome and charming, and my son is academically excellent and well-behaved. In everyone's eyes, I am a happy woman. I have a good job, my husband has his own career, he is very considerate to me, he has no extramarital affairs, and we have a lovely son. From any perspective, I should be perfect. I have a happy and fulfilling family, but in reality, I am a pitiful woman living a life of loneliness.

Only I know that all of this is nothing compared to the desolation I feel when I wake up in the middle of the night. What I want is warmth, the kind of warmth that brings our hearts closer. But my husband, who should be my closest person, the person I will spend my life with, doesn't know what I really need. Our hearts are so far apart. Once, I was his precious darling. Those days were very poor; we even shared a bowl of noodles. In those days without material wealth, our hearts were so close.

But now we have everything, yet our love has gradually become numb. He no longer calls me by my nickname "Little Leaf," but by my real name or "Mom of my child." This makes me believe that our marriage has been reduced to its most primal essence.

I've known him for four years, but we've never met. "Behind the virtual world of the internet are real people; the internet is indeed wondrous. Those who believe are intoxicated, while those who don't scoff. The truth is simple: the internet is just a tool, and the person using the tool is the subject. Many people think the internet is a virtual world; once the computer is off, everything vanishes. But they overlook the magic of the mind; they don't know that the touch of the mind can perceive distant worlds. One day, he told me he was passing through my city and asked if I wanted to have dinner together. I neither denied nor confirmed, saying we'd talk about it when I had time.

The Sofitel Ginza Hotel, located in the commercial and financial center, near Baotu Spring, Daming Lake, and Thousand Buddha Mountain, boasts lush greenery, birdsong, and ancient sites, with lake views as its core recreational landscape. Based on its unique mountains and waters, regional culture, and excellent ecology, it's a five-star hotel integrating leisure, entertainment, and dining… We agreed to meet in the hotel lobby, quickly recognized each other, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took the elevator together to the revolving restaurant on the 49th floor. He casually ordered a few dishes, and after the waiter left…" The two sat facing each other, their eyes meeting, a slight awkwardness in their gazes. They both looked out the window, overlooking the sunlit scenery of Jinan.

Soon, the waiter brought over plates of food, including my favorite braised ribbonfish, along with a larger fruit platter. After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, he politely asked what we would like to drink. He ordered a bottle of red wine, which the waiter quickly brought and opened. The two ate and drank, finishing their meal around 1:00 PM. After three bottles of red wine, the effects gradually took hold. He was already feeling the effects, and my cheeks were flushed like two apples, even my neck and exposed chest were turning red. My eyes were glazed and unfocused.

He got to the point: "We've only just met, yet we get along so well. It's like we've known each other forever! We're so destined to be together, how about we become true friends? Even just for 'one night' would be fine." When he said "one night," he slowed down and emphasized the word, conveying a suggestive tone. Upon hearing this, I understood that he was extending an invitation. My cheeks flushed, my heart raced, and I dared not meet his eyes directly, so I softly responded, "Since you think so highly of me, of course I'd be happy to be your friend!" My reply made him beam with delight, and he then moved on to the main topic: "It's not good to chat in public. Would you mind coming to my room for a coffee?"

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the summer city of Jinan was still and windless, the trees were motionless, and even the birds seemed to have vanished. It was a lonely city, with only the constant flow of traffic. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, muttering to myself, "I've come at the worst possible time." "No, no, only in the lonely season can you understand the joys and sorrows of people." His words jolted me awake. I realized that what I couldn't articulate about my feelings about marriage was loneliness—a feeling of estrangement from my loved one. Standing by the window, it felt as if time and space had lost their boundaries; the bustling earth paled in comparison to the vastness of the universe. Humans felt as insignificant as willow catkins, and I was so unhappy. I could no longer hold back my tears, which streamed down my face.

He so naturally offered his embrace. In the sunlight, amidst the bright but not warm city traffic, his chest was so gentle, and I couldn't resist such warmth. The tranquility, the feeling of being pampered—it was wonderful. But it was only a brief moment of closeness, very short, and I immediately pulled away from his embrace. My face flushed, starting from my ears. He made my heart race, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, but in that moment, I felt alive again. "

Ye Zi, do you mind me calling you that? I'm so happy and joyful today. I never expected to meet you in such a peaceful moment. Not only have you become a good companion on this solitary journey, but we also hit it off immediately and had a very congenial conversation. Thank you so much." "Ye Zi, you're so beautiful! You know, I've spent short periods of time with several women before, but I never found the right feeling. I'm so lonely; sometimes I think women are driving me crazy." He gazed at me affectionately. "Can I hug you?" My heart was pounding, my breathing was rapid, and in that instant, I felt him looking at my wildly heaving chest, my breasts rising and falling with my excitement.

Finally, he broke the stalemate, and I don't know when, but he had easily taken off my coat, and I felt my lace lingerie slowly slip down to the side... When I came to my senses, he was already licking my earlobe with his skillful tongue, making me incredibly itchy all over, and soon my blood was boiling. His hand slid down to my crotch, and slipped inside my pants. I grabbed his hand and said to him, "You bad boy, we're breaking up tomorrow, let's end it here! We can't go too far." He didn't listen to me at all: "Yezi, your husband doesn't love you anymore, let me love you." My heart pounded, anyway, isn't that what relationships between men and women are all about? If he said that, I'd just let it be.

Before I knew it, his hand was on my clitoris, and after a few touches, he laughed and said, "You're a beauty, look how wet you are down there!" His hands, too, slid restlessly from my chest down to the buttons of my hot pants. In no time, he had swiftly removed the tight hot pants that were usually so difficult to take off. Now, all I was left with was a tiny lace bra and thong, and I felt even more shy.

He gently picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He gently placed me on his large Simmons spring mattress. Then, in a few swift movements, he removed all his clothes. I was ashamed to see his erect penis, its veins bulging, its glans a purplish-red, glistening red, with a few drops of clear fluid dripping from the urethral opening; his thick pectoral muscles and sparse chest hair made my heart race and my breathing quicken.

He slowly moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch my body... His hand moved gently and softly over my vulva, slowly and gently, it felt so good. As his hand slowly slid towards my vulva, I slowly closed my eyes, relying entirely on my sense of touch to enjoy this enticing foreplay. His teasing was so appropriate; he seemed to know the sensitive areas of a woman's tactile nerves. With my eyes closed, I felt the sensitivity of his caresses amplified dozens of times, it felt so good. I felt my vulva overflowing, my juices flowing endlessly, itching unbearably, longing for his penis to penetrate me. But he knew exactly when to make a woman feel like she was in heaven, so he wasn't in a hurry to attack. His hand moved to my vulva, slowly kneading it through my thong, making me feel even wetter and itchier.

He slowly pulled down my thong, revealing my entire vulva and the well-proportioned pubic hair. He reached out and played with my clitoris, gently rubbing and pinching it, causing it to become engorged and erect. He lowered his head and gently took my clitoris into his mouth, slowly teasing it with his nimble tongue, and also teasing my labia with his tongue. All of this was a sensation I had never experienced before; it felt so good. At this point, I couldn't help but moan softly. Because I had never enjoyed such stimulation with my husband, I rarely moaned during sex, so I had always kept my lovemaking silent. He then extended his tongue and probed into my vaginal opening, licking it vigorously, parting my labia majora, and gently licking my clitoris back and forth with his tongue, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably; it felt incredibly good. Today's unexpected extramarital affair with him greatly broadened my understanding of sex.

Perhaps because he heard my soft moans, he teased me even more vigorously. He pulled my hand to stroke his penis, the one with its prominent veins and fiery red glans. He wanted me to slowly masturbate it. I rarely masturbated my husband's penis, so my technique was a bit clumsy. He sensed my awkwardness and slowly taught me how to make his penis enjoy the pleasure of masturbation.

While kissing my vulva, his hands roamed over my body, licking my clitoris vigorously. At the same time, he slowly slid his fingers into my wet vulva. "Yezi, you're so beautiful, I love you so much! Yezi, let me fuck you once!" he said excitedly, his words almost incoherent. He suddenly pulled my bra up again, and my full breasts bounced out. He lowered his head and kissed my breasts, sucking on my nipples. He muttered to himself, "Your breasts smell so good, I want you! Be my treasure!"

His hands continued to knead my mons pubis, and his mouth kept kissing my face, lips, ears, etc. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading my full breasts like a balloon. His tongue went into my mouth, and his tongue intertwined with mine. I felt something hot and hard against my lower abdomen, and I couldn't wait any longer. He made my whole body feel numb and tingly. My vagina felt empty and needed his thing to fill it. I felt flustered and pulled his hand, gesturing for him to enter me.

He straddled me, grasped his large penis, and was about to enter my vagina. I was so excited that my vagina was wet and empty, and I had been waiting for his large penis. My legs were spread wide, my opening wide and round. I felt his large glans pressed against the entrance of my vagina, but he didn't rush in. His glans slowly moved in and out at the entrance, gradually penetrating my vagina. Then he lifted my buttocks with both hands and thrust forward forcefully, his large penis penetrating more than halfway. I felt a slight swelling in my vaginal canal as his entire penis was inside. His penis was really thick; I felt his penis filling my vagina completely, and I felt a throbbing pleasure. However, he nonchalantly continued to slowly thrust in and out while his hands caressed my breasts. He pinched my nipples.

I lay there unable to move, only feeling his lips kissing my face and breasts, his hands kneading my fleshy breasts, and I squeezing his penis tightly with my labia. His thrusting movements were gentle and rhythmic, not at all hurried. He gently pulled out his penis, then slowly and powerfully thrust it back in. His mouth slowly slid from my face to my breasts, his hands kneading them until my nipples protruded. Then he licked around my nipples with his tongue, before gently sucking on them. His sucking and licking made my whole body tingle with pleasure, while his penis continued its unhurried thrusting in and out of my vagina.

Pulling out, inserting, pulling out again, inserting again. Each thrust was so gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. At the same time, his tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine, a pleasurable sensation traveling from deep within my vagina and vagina to my brain. My vagina became much wetter, with a small amount of discharge. As if sensing this, he reached his hand from behind my buttocks, touching my perineum.

Meanwhile, his penis moved left and right, up and down inside my vagina, making me feel hot all over. Slowly, I felt that each time his penis went deep inside, the head of his penis seemed to touch something deep inside my vagina, like an electric shock. I would shudder, which felt very comfortable. This went on and on, and I gradually felt more and more comfortable. My breathing became rapid, and the water in my vagina seemed to increase. I felt light and airy. At this moment, I realized that he was indeed different from my husband.

His penis continued to go in and out at a steady pace, rhythmically, each thrust so gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. Whenever his penis went deep inside, my body would involuntarily tremble, a feeling of indescribable comfort. I unconsciously reached out and tightly grabbed his arm. He seemed to sense something and slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. My comfort gradually increased, and the water in my vagina increased, overflowing with each thrust of his penis.

So good, so good. I released my grip on his arms and hugged his buttocks, involuntarily lifting my hips to match his thrusts. He thrust in hard, and I lifted my hips to meet him. Seeing me cooperating, he panted heavily, saying, "Baby, be my wife! I'm going to make you ecstatic! I'm going to make you never forget this night!"

I felt my vagina widen. I just wanted his penis to thrust harder, faster, deeper. I held him tightly, and he thrust harder and harder, intensifying my pleasure with each rapid, forceful stroke. My breathing became more and more rapid, and the fluid inside my vagina gushed out like a torrent, flowing onto the sheets. My buttocks were wet too. The harder he thrust, the deeper he went, the more pleasurable it felt.

Streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, and waves of pleasurable sensations spread from deep within my vagina throughout my entire body. My vaginal canal seemed to be widening, and I couldn't feel the intensity of his penis; it felt as if it were very, very small. I couldn't tell whether my vaginal canal was widening or his penis was shrinking. I squeezed my legs tightly together. Wow! It felt so good! We were both drenched in sweat. The faster he thrust, the faster my hips writhed. Every thrust of his was so powerful, piercing straight into my core. My body trembled, as if I were being electrocuted. I really wanted to keep his penis inside me, root to the root, and never pull it out. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his thrusts became stronger and stronger. I had never felt so happy before. I felt as if I were drunk, light and airy, as if I were dreaming, hazy and indistinct. I couldn't tell which way was north or south, or where I was. I completely forgot that I was having an affair with another man.

He made me feel so good, I really didn't want him to stop, I wanted this feeling to last forever, this feeling was simply indescribable. His penis was like a piston, thrusting wildly, and I was lost in the moment, arching and lifting myself up and down, my buttocks swaying like a sieve, I felt like I was floating, as if I had suddenly fallen straight down from a great height, my mind was a blur, as if I had touched a 380-volt voltage, a powerful surge of heat shot into my hole, and at the same time, the most comforting warm current spread from the deepest part of my flesh throughout my body, I reached an unprecedented orgasm.

He lay limply on my shoulder, panting heavily, letting the water wash away the sweat dripping from his body. I smiled shyly and said: Darling, I love you the most now, it feels so good and comfortable! Your penis is so amazing! From now on, you're mine alone, you're not allowed to go anywhere else! I murmured to myself. He turned to me and kissed me passionately, licking my lips as he said, "Baby, let's take a shower, rest a bit, and then do it again, okay?" I nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Sweetie, I can play with you all night long, as many times as you want!"

When I got home, I lied to my husband and said I was working overtime, and he didn't ask any questions. We didn't talk about that night afterward, but we continued to have secret trysts. I felt like I was completely conquered by him, both physically and emotionally. His flirting skills were superb, and his penis was thick and large. I experienced sexual pleasure and felt like a woman again. I know that as a married woman, this is wrong, and I'm betraying my family, husband, and children. But if I were sexually compatible with my husband, would I have an affair? I don't know, because there are no "what ifs" in this world.

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