Wife's affair story

In early May, my wife suddenly developed a liking for the internet. We'd had a computer at home for a while, but I was almost always the only one using it; when my wife wanted to use it, she'd usually be the one directing me. Her workplace had computers, but they were purely for work use, only connected to an internal network, with only one in the director's office having internet access.

When she wasn't in charge of work, she never had the chance to use that computer and didn't know what was so fun about it. At home, she couldn't understand why I often played games and stayed up late online. To gain her understanding, I taught her how to use the computer and surf the internet more than once, but it didn't pique her interest. At that time, the computer at home was practically mine alone.

What surprised her most was that she immediately took a liking to chatting. Because she wasn't familiar with computers, finding chat rooms and using QQ all required me to teach her step by step. At the time, I was just trying to have some common ground with her regarding computers, so my support was selfless.

Later, I learned that her love for chatting was entirely thanks to a new female college graduate who had joined their branch office.

The college student's name was Xue Yan, a local. She was just interning there, and the bank temporarily arranged for her dormitory to be in the branch office. Normally, few people dared to enter the director's office when there was nothing going on, let alone use the director's computer. But college students have different views. After a few days, she started going to internet cafes. Later, she learned that there was a computer with internet access in her wife's office at the branch office, so she kept calling her "Sister Li" and persuaded her quite a bit. My wife thought she was quite cute, so she gave her a key to the office. Whenever she had free time, especially at night when no one was around, Xue Yan would be there alone playing games.

My wife originally thought that surfing the internet and playing games were only things boys or men liked, but she didn't expect that Xue Yan, a girl, would also like them. So, she liked to watch her surf the internet when she had free time, and eventually, she became interested and tried to surf the internet at home too.

My wife was always quite shy in front of me. When she was surfing the internet, she generally wouldn't let me watch unless she had a problem and asked me to come in and help her. Seeing that my wife and I had a shared hobby, I was quite happy and let her have her way.

Everything went smoothly through the New Year, and Chen Jie never dared to have any improper thoughts about her again, always treating her with utmost respect. In the past six months, she visited Zhang Wei twice, staying only one night each time, naturally to have a chance to... Rain and Dew fell in love. The process was basically the same old routine, nothing too new. After she returned, she truthfully told me about their encounter, followed by our lovemaking. One evening

before the Spring Festival, as usual, she said she wanted to play on the computer, went into the study and closed the door, while I watched TV outside. After nearly an hour, she called from inside, "Honey, it crashed." "You little idiot, just restart it," I told her loudly, still lying on the bed. "

No, it won't restart," she called again from inside.

"You're so silly." Helpless, I got up and went into the study to help her fix it. It turned out I had taught her how to restart, but only a warm restart; in the past, whenever there was a problem, she would just press a combination of keys and everything would be fine. This warm restart didn't work; I had to press the restart button on the computer, something I'd never told her before, and she didn't know.

When I entered the study, the monitor still showed her chatting on QQ with someone named "Dahai," but there wasn't anything particularly interesting on the screen.

After telling her which button to press to restart the machine, I patted her shoulder and waited for it to boot up.

"Making friends online, huh?" I asked her jokingly.

"No way. You think I'm like you, staying up all night making friends online?" she retorted, bringing up my online habits in return.

"I'm the game, you're the chat. The game is over once it's over, but chatting... hehe, maybe you'll find a soulmate. There are so many online romances these days." I kneaded her shoulder while teasing her, saying, "Many people who get along well with each other meet in person, and some even have online sex. Have you let your online friends see your private parts?" As I spoke, my hand moved down to her breasts, discovering she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Get lost." After the machine started up, she hurriedly opened QQ, deliberately blocking my view while entering the password. Once QQ was open, seeing the "Ocean" avatar flashing, she started pushing me away again.

"What does she chat with every day? Why won't she let me see her chat history? Could it really be something like what I just said?" I suddenly became curious and asked her, "You said you didn't? How about I see your past chat history?" "See what?" She didn't click on "Dahai's" avatar, but just looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"The chat history." I looked at her slightly dazed expression and found it a little funny.

"QQ chat history? Doesn't it disappear when you turn off the computer? How can I see it?" She still looked dazed.

Oh dear! Her questions almost made me faint. We've been chatting for half a year, and she didn't even know that QQ chat history is left on the computer. Although I know she's almost computer illiterate, she shouldn't be this illiterate.

"Look like this." I bent down, picked up the mouse, and brought up "Dahai's" chat history.

"No, I can't see it." At this point, she seemed a little anxious, immediately snatched the mouse back, and pushed me aside with one hand.

The more she tried to stop me from seeing, the more curious I became, and the more I wanted to see what was inside.

I hugged her and said, "Afraid to let me see? Is there something you're hiding? Did you really make love to him here? Did you…?" Under my "interrogation," her head drooped low, and her face turned red, which further confirmed my suspicions. However, the extent to which they had progressed became a new question in my mind. "It's okay, let me see." I stroked her hair. I didn't want to force her against her will, but rather wanted her to show me willingly.

"Don't be angry! And don't laugh at me!" Actually, after I learned about her and Zhang Wei's affair, she knew I wouldn't be angry with her because of my love, tolerance, and tenderness towards her.

"No, no." I lifted her head, gave her a deep kiss, and then pulled her up. I sat in the chair in front of the computer, and pulled her onto my lap, so I could operate it.

She had six online friends on QQ, with varying chat histories, but the one with the most chat history was "Dahai." I brought up my chat history with "Dahai" to the homepage and started reading it slowly.

She and Dahai started chatting at the end of June last year. Dahai was from the provincial capital, a civil servant in a department, a year younger than his wife, and married. From their conversations, he seemed to have a happy family. Initially, their chats were uneventful, mostly about showing off their literary talents. This "Dahai" was indeed quite talented, with beautiful language and some insightful viewpoints. After chatting for over a month, they exchanged phone numbers, and the chat history showed they talked on the phone quite often. Later, Dahai suggested visiting his wife, but she refused with various excuses. After Dahai repeatedly suggested it, his wife agreed to meet him when she had the chance to visit him in the provincial capital, but Dahai seemed unconvinced by this promise in the chat.

The chat history didn't reveal any direct sexual activity. However, some of the words clearly carried ambiguous meanings.

In a chat on September 7th,

Dahai asked: "How are you feeling?"

Wife: You almost killed me!

Sea: When will you come again?

Wife: I'm never going again, I'm scared of you!

Sea: Your body is so beautiful, you almost killed me too!

Wife: Serves you right!

Sea: Your lower body is so beautiful, I want to kiss it the moment I see it!

Wife: I hate it

. Da Hai: How's mine? Is it better than your husband's?

Wife: You little brat, yours isn't even half the size of my husband's.

Da Hai: Really? Can you handle that

...?

In the record of September 28th,

Da Hai: Which time was the best the day before yesterday?

Wife: All were fine .

Da Hai: The best one? Wife

: The third time

. Da Hai: The last one?

Wife: Well, you almost exhausted me.

Da Hai: My wife always says I have too much energy.

Wife: You are too

. Da Hai: Can you come during the National Day holiday?

Wife: I don't know, usually not.

Da Hai: Come if you can, next time I want you to do it six times, break the record again. Wife: Then I'll let you kill me, I dare not go... November 27th

Da Hai: I want to see them

. Wife: Still want to see them? I just saw

them. Da Hai

: I just want to. Wife: You're so bad

. Da Hai: Who told you to be

so beautiful? Da Hai: I saw them, so beautiful. Da Hai:

Help me caress them, touch them for me . Da Hai: They're erect, so beautiful . Da Hai: I also want to see down there. Wife: No. Da Hai: I really want to . Wife: No , you're so greedy . Da Hai : Please, let me see them. Wife: No, he's outside. Da Hai: It's okay, just one glance . Wife: No, it's inconvenient if he comes in . Da Hai: Okay, I'll listen to you, next time you come I have to take a good look. Wife: You're so bad ... When I saw this, I was very sure that my wife and Da Hai had met and had sex. From the chat history, they met about once a month, and each time they would have sex several times. When he looked at his wife, she blushed even more. "You said you didn't?" I pointed to the time at the end of November and asked my wife, "What did you show him?" My wife lowered her head and remained silent. "Is it here?" I reached inside my wife's clothes and touched her breasts. Without a bra, her nipples were already large and hard. My wife twisted her body and said shyly, "I'm sorry, you know everything. Don't be angry, okay?" At that moment, I imagined her making love with Dahai again, a feeling of excitement filling my mind, my lower body hardening against my wife's buttocks. Here, Dahai's avatar was still flashing incessantly. I said to my wife, "He's still looking for you." My wife said, "Don't pay attention to him." I said, "I won't pay attention to him today. Tell him you have something to do, but I'm going to have you today." My wife got up, told me to get up, sat down at the computer, replied to Dahai a few times, then logged out of QQ and shut down the computer. After a quick wash in the bathroom, my wife came to bed in her pajamas, and I was already waiting for her in bed. "Tell me about it, tell me about Dahai," I said eagerly, wanting my wife to recount their lovemaking. My wife nestled into my arms and said, "Actually, I never thought there would be such a good person among the online friends, nor did I ever imagine we'd actually meet. But this person is quite admirable." It turned out that after Dahai repeatedly suggested meeting, one day in early September, my wife had business at the provincial bank. After finishing her business, it was already past 4 PM. She had planned to return that day, so she called Dahai to say hello and goodbye. Dahai was very excited to hear that my wife was in the provincial capital and insisted on meeting her, saying that if she wasn't satisfied with him, he would never bother her again. My wife's curiosity, coupled with Dahai's sincerity, led her to decide to meet him, thinking it would be just a friendly meeting. They arranged to meet at a restaurant near my wife's place, and Dahai arrived quickly. My wife's first impression of Dahai was much better than online; he was tall, handsome, and spoke with gentle manners. During the meal, their conversation flowed even more smoothly, which made my wife very happy. After dinner, the wife suggested taking the night bus back, but Dahai, reluctant to part, insisted she stay. Because of her affection for Dahai and the inconvenience of the night bus, the wife agreed. Dahai first took her to their guesthouse to book a room, then took her out for a walk. They strolled around for almost three hours, during which Dahai was incredibly attentive to his wife, carefully helping her up and down stairs and on uneven surfaces. Later, their distance gradually transformed from about a meter to arm in arm, like a couple walking hand-in-hand. Finally, tired from walking, they sat down to rest in a park in the city. On the stone bench, Dahai gently embraced his wife, who nestled against him, accepting his hugs and caresses. Around 10 PM, they returned to the hotel. As soon as they entered the room, Dahai eagerly pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her deeply. At this moment, in his wife's heart, Da Hai had transformed from a close online friend into a beloved lover, and she slowly responded to his kisses. Da Hai kissed his wife as he moved towards the bed, gently placing her on it, their kisses remaining unbroken, a deep, tight embrace. Slowly, as he kissed her, his hands began to caress her body, and she seemed to lose herself, letting him do as he pleased. Gradually, her clothes were undone, her bra unhooked, her skirt lifted. Da Hai's kisses moved to her breasts and other parts of her body. When he touched her panties, she was already aroused and wet. Da Hai lowered his body, kissing her lower abdomen before moving to kiss her genitals. Because of her long day, her genitals had a faint, slightly fishy smell. Da Hai didn't kiss her again, but kept stroking himself. He said to his wife, "Would you like to wash up?" "Mmm," his wife obediently agreed, got up and went to the bathroom. Da Hai followed her in, but his wife chased him out. When his wife finished washing and came out dressed neatly, she returned to the bedside. Da Hai was already lying there naked. After his wife got into bed, Da Hai kissed and touched her as he took off her clothes again. He got up, covered her with the blanket, kissed her, and said, "I'll wash up too." When Da Hai came out of the bathroom, he was still naked, his already erect penis standing tall, much larger in both length and girth than mine and Zhang Wei's. His wife saw this and shyly pulled the blanket over her face. Da Hai got into bed and crawled under the covers, and the two of them hugged tightly again. After a while of intimacy under the covers, Da Hai pulled them all back, revealing his wife's body. She initially tried to pull the covers back up, but Da Hai insisted. Helpless, she shyly closed her eyes and submitted to his advances. Da Hai's technique was excellent, and he wasn't overly eager. He patiently kissed her entire body, arousing her until she felt like she was on fire, before parting her legs and entering her. His wife was already burning with desire, reaching her first orgasm within two or three minutes of his penetration. Da Hai, seemingly with great potential, thrust gently and forcefully, bringing her to a second orgasm after more than ten minutes. Just before ejaculating, Da Hai asked his wife, "I'm going to cum, can I come inside?" His wife only moaned softly, and knowing she consented, he ejaculated deeply inside her.

After they finished, the two rested for a while, embracing. The wife said to Da Hai, "Go back, she's waiting." Da Hai listened to his wife, kissed her, got up, put on his underwear, and looked back at her. She was also looking at him tenderly. Da Hai took out his phone from his clothes, dialed a number, and told his wife that he had to work overtime that night and wouldn't be coming home.

After hanging up, Da Hai returned to his wife's side and told her he wouldn't be going home that night, he would just stay with her.

His wife was quite touched, and the two drifted off to sleep, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings.

The next day, around six o'clock, the wife woke up first. After watching Da Hai sleep for a while, she got up to wash. Her movements woke Da Hai. Seeing that his wife was about to get up, he reached out and pulled her back into his arms, beginning to caress and kiss her.

Under Da Hai's caresses, his wife's desire arose again. Her nipples hardened, and her genitals became wet. Da Hai naturally noticed these changes in his wife as he caressed her. He rolled over and, with her help, entered her body.

This time, they didn't just stick to one position like the previous night. They tried different positions, including wife on top, penetration from behind, and sitting up embracing each other. Although my wife only had one orgasm this time, it felt better than the two the previous night.

After they finished, they rested for a while and then got up to wash up. Afterward, Da Hai accompanied my wife to breakfast and took her to the station.

"How big is his?" I asked my wife with a hint of jealousy.

"It's about this big," my wife gestured with her hand, about seventeen or eighteen centimeters.

"Does a big one really feel better?"

"Actually, the difference between big and small isn't very noticeable. When I first saw it, I was a little scared, afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it. But when we were actually doing it, the feeling wasn't particularly noticeable." After gesturing, my wife hugged me and said.

"Then why did you tell him he was really good?"

"He really is good at it, and he lasts a long time. It really felt great," my wife said earnestly.

"How is it good? Compared to me?" My words clearly carried a hint of jealousy.

"What's wrong? Didn't you tell me to tell you the truth? You're getting angry again. Actually, it feels good, but it's not the same feeling as with you. If I had to say what's best, it's still you

, my husband." My wife's words carried a hint of grievance, as if she were trying to comfort me. "No, I just wanted to know how you felt good, I'm not angry," I explained. "And then what happened? You two did it many more times, right?" "Five times in total, all when I went to the provincial bank for business." Seeing that I wasn't really angry, my wife felt relieved.

"How many times did you do it the most? I saw it mentioned breaking records, was it about sex?" I remembered the line, "When I come back, I want you to do it six times."

"The most I've done is five times, not six. And it wasn't consecutive. It was once in the afternoon when I went, twice in the evening, once the next morning, and once in the morning. It wasn't consecutive," my wife explained.

Then, under my questioning, my wife roughly told me about the later times, the details were similar to the first time, more or less the same. However, from what my wife said, this Dahai was indeed quite skilled in sex, and his technique was also very good. Three or four times, I gave my wife two orgasms during a single sexual encounter.

While my wife was recounting her story, I naturally didn't stay still, touching and caressing her body here and there. What followed was a thoroughly enjoyable sexual experience.

[The End]

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