My Memories with Moonlight (Part 1)

I met Moonlight through an introduction. I'm grateful to God for the缘分 (fate/destiny) that brought us together, and I'm also grateful that life has given us the right to enjoy life. I'm even more grateful that we happen to be relatively close geographically, and most importantly, I'm grateful that they have appearances that we can accept. We both agree on not liking short, fat men or dark-skinned women, and that's what brought our story together.
Unlike other families where the man is dominant and the woman submissive, Moonlight was like a child who hadn't grown up. The first two times I accepted him, I didn't develop much affection for him; I just went along with my husband's advances and tried to maintain harmony. I've always been used to being pampered, dependent, and cared for, but I couldn't do that with Moonlight. I also didn't know how to interact with a younger man. Life went on, and time ticked by. My interactions with Moonlight were lukewarm, sometimes pleasant, sometimes dull. My husband was unusually interested, and the opportunity arose again. We arranged a second meeting. When it finally arrived, hearing Moonlight's familiar voice on the phone made me blush, shy like a little girl. In the room, I could tell my husband was in a good mood, so I relaxed, and we chatted happily! This man I'd known for twenty years was still as wild as a young man. We hurriedly parted ways, with Moonlight taking the woman he'd been longing for for two months to another room. I felt a little disappointed, but Moonlight stayed by my side. The room suddenly fell silent, and I felt a little lost. Moonlight walked to my side and gently hugged me. As always, I trembled. Moonlight still didn't know how to be tender, nor did she know that a pair of hands on her shoulder could relieve a woman's tension.
The body was already familiar, yet with a fresh stimulation, we got down to business. It was the same size, the same pain, but also a strange, unusual comfort. I still couldn't relax. The mechanical stimulation, though like a storm, always seemed a long way from ultimate pleasure. Moonlight was slow, a little tired, but I still worried about others, about whether they were unwell. This made it even harder to concentrate. I wanted to scream freely, to indulge in a blissful state, but I was disappointed. After two thrusts, Moonlight surrendered, drifting off to sleep like a child, murmuring for me to fall asleep soon. Sleep has always been indifferent to me, never warmly welcoming me. Naturally, I suffered from insomnia. Watching his sleeping face quietly retreat from Moonlight's embrace, I tossed and turned on the other bed. The night deepened, and I could hear Moonlight's even breathing. I texted my husband, thinking he would understand my insomnia, when suddenly my ears were filled with the moans of an impulsive woman next door. The 2 AM aria was so melodious; I could even feel my husband's thrusting. This man, so familiar with me, knowing every inch of his body, I knew his boundless energy and relentless pursuit of sex. I knew he was happy, and I felt a strange surge of desire too, mixed with the pain of bleeding. My moans grew louder, and I couldn't help but wake my sleeping husband. This silly boy, after turning over once, didn't even have the strength to wake up. What was he doing before coming here? A while later, I heard the sound of washing in the not-so-soundproof room. I knew it was over. I texted my husband again, telling him about my sleeplessness, but the burning body of the woman beside me made him completely forget I was there. This man, so generous in everything he did after so many years, was cruelly stingy with his own desires. A short "Go to sleep early" was enough to dismiss me, my eyes wide open in the darkness! This was the first time I'd truly experienced his selfishness, and it hurt a little, but I still selflessly thought that as long as he was doing well, that was enough! As long as it wasn't betrayal!
In the early morning, Moonlight, having slept soundly through the night, woke up blissfully. His hard penis entered me again, and I cooperated, but I couldn't find pleasure. He ejaculated with a simple thrust... With a weary face, we said goodbye, just like the first time. I could tell my husband was reluctant to part. I knew he would quickly arrange another gathering, but I didn't object, even though I felt this wasn't my ideal approach. It's about enriching a mundane life, not just simple exchange. There should be variety, no inhibitions, and a wanton pursuit of the ultimate. Trusting my husband, he led me on my first journey to pursue sexual happiness. I had never actively sought out others before, even though I was familiar with Moonlight and the others. But this feeling of seeking out others was a completely different experience. The distance wasn't too far, just right for my ideal route. When we arrived, Moonlight's wife picked us up and drove to her house. Unfortunately, there was a power outage. We discussed going for a walk in the car. When we got out, Moonlight's wife, petite as she was, stood in front of her husband. He put his arm around her head and let her rest it against his broad chest, naturally showing it to me. Then he let go, and the three of us started walking together. We had just taken a step when car headlights flashed by. It turned out Moonlight had returned. He walked up to me, and I immediately smelled alcohol on his breath. The four of us strolled leisurely through the crowd in the square. Moonlight seemed more talkative than usual, perhaps because he was drunk. But whatever the reason, for the first time, I felt like I liked this lively side of him. We accidentally got separated from my husband and the others. Moonlight half-jokingly said that he was heartbroken not to see his wife. My sensitive self suddenly felt resentful towards him. If he could be so heartbroken if he couldn't see his wife, why did I rush here? The moonlight sensed my unhappiness. I'd never seen him comfort me before, and for the first time, he tried to console me like a grown man. Suddenly, I found him adorable. Sitting on the cold stone bench, we snuggled together, and a long-lost romance inexplicably rose in my heart. We'd been away from the season of romance for so long! I actually enjoyed his embrace; his height was exactly what I felt safest at. He bent his arm, gesturing for me to take it. On this late autumn night, I held this boy's hand, chatting intimately. Suddenly, I realized I liked him, and even missed him. We strolled slowly back to his house, a feeling of indulgence, a taste of youth, washing over me! Going downstairs, she saw her husband, who had already returned home, had lit candles. Suddenly, the figure of her wife appeared in the window. The boy, Yong Ω, was gazing at her mother, his eyes wide with surprise. She looked at him, her gaze fixed on him, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, and her gaze lingered on him. She looked at him with a gentle, unwavering gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, and her gaze fell upon him. She looked at him with a gentle, unwavering gaze, her eyes filled with a gentle, unwavering gaze, and her gaze fell upon him with a gentle, unwavering gaze. She looked at him ...
Upstairs in his cozy home, we drank red wine by candlelight, chatting happily. Suddenly, my husband became deep and quiet. I knew he cared more about his private sex life than the conversation with so many people. This thought made me subtly unhappy, but I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so I joined in the conversation. Then the phone rang, and I was told to shower first. Being in someone else's house always makes me feel a little awkward. I secretly hoped my husband would be more attentive, because as the vulnerable Moonlight, I knew he couldn't offer much care. After showering, my husband was led to the master bathroom to wash up. Afterward, the impatient man rushed to bed in the master bedroom. I felt out of place and a little uneasy. I called my husband out and told him not to close the bedroom door, but he just brushed me off. They closed the door, and Moonlight and I were in the living room. I felt terrible, almost isolated and helpless. Moonlight sat next to me… In another room, we turned on the computer, and I went to sleep, feeling depressed. (To be continued)

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