She sacrificed herself for her husband...

I'm trying to write down my experience. Although it was sexual harassment, I did experience an orgasm. Since that time I was harassed by Director Wu after he was drunk, although he didn't physically take my place, the conflicting emotions and desires, the clash between tradition and modernity, have constantly troubled me. I always thought I was a woman indifferent to sex, but now I realize I have physical desires. However, I constantly remind myself to value my reputation. Although Director Wu called me several times, his intentions were obvious, but I refused each time because I still considered it an accident, and I'm still a good woman.
I didn't want to do anything to betray my husband again. However, not long after, my husband was detained for financial matters. That period was the darkest time of my life. To get my husband out as soon as possible, I used every connection, money, and even my own body. As I mentioned before, Director Wu has connections in the government; frankly, he's in official circles. After
my husband's incident, I used many connections, and later, friends told me that all I needed to do was contact Director Wu; he could help. My first thought was that I shouldn't contact him, because I had already refused him multiple times, and he was very annoyed. But my husband's situation was urgent and couldn't be delayed any longer, especially since only my husband could handle the company's affairs. I called Director Wu. After listening to my explanation, he just laughed it off, saying that the matter was difficult to handle, that although he and my husband were very close, the situation was too sudden, and he needed time, etc. Towards the end, he suddenly asked if I was lonely without my husband at home, saying that it wasn't clear over the phone and that we should meet at my house to discuss it. I knew his likely intentions, but at that point, I had no other choice. I said, "Okay, this afternoon. I'll wait for you at home." To be
honest, I had a premonition about Director Wu's arrival, but given the circumstances, I thought that after all, he had been an official for many years and still possessed basic integrity, and besides, he had a good relationship with my husband, so he wouldn't do anything to take advantage of my misfortune. So I felt much more at ease. But after what happened before, I still felt strangely uneasy. Director Wu arrived before 1 p.m. I remember I was dressed casually that day, wearing a short-sleeved vest and a jacquard casual skirt. Since I was at home, I wasn't wearing tights and just slippers. I hadn't been resting much during that period, constantly running around, and I hadn't taken care of my appearance; I really looked much older. When Director Wu arrived, I helped him change into his slippers. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, but it couldn't hide his large frame. I felt so small next to him, as if I were about to be enveloped by him. Director Wu looked at me lecherously and said I looked thin, saying that it wasn't good for women to be too thin, and that he preferred fuller-figured women. I said, "You're not joking with me, you have to help with your husband's affairs no matter what."
As I poured him tea, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I quickly struggled to get up and told him not to do that. He held me tightly, making it impossible for me to move my hands, and said, "What are you pretending for? Weren't you very flirtatious last time? Did you think I couldn't tell?" My face flushed red when he brought up what happened last time, but I still wanted to get away from him. I told him it wasn't right, that I would betray my husband, and that I wasn't that kind of person. Director Wu grabbed both my wrists tightly with one hand; his strength was so great that my wrists ached. He freed one hand and slipped it inside my vest. I hated myself for wearing such loose clothing. Director Wu easily ripped off my bra and began to fondle my full, high breasts. With my hands restrained, I could only beg him to let go. While kneading my breasts, Director Wu said, "Didn't you want my help? If you behave well now, your husband will be fine." Then he added, "Your breasts seem smaller than last time. Haven't you had a man for a long time?" I was both angry and resentful. My feelings were so complicated. I really needed his help. But I couldn't do anything to betray my husband. My mind
seemed to return to that night. Under Director Wu's caresses, my nipples involuntarily hardened, and my breasts seemed to swell. My pleas grew fainter, and my hands lost their strength. Director Wu began to kiss me. This time, he easily slipped his tongue into my mouth. I don't know how I could have accepted his kiss so readily. Our tongues intertwined. He was experienced, kissing me slowly and deliberately, occasionally licking my earlobe. He pulled up my vest, kissing my neck, gradually moving towards my breasts. His tongue circled around my nipples, while his other hand lifted my skirt, caressing my bare legs. Instinctively, I tried to block him with my hands, but he bit down hard on my nipple, the pain almost making me faint. He said to me, "Think about your husband. Besides, don't you want it? It's been a long time since anyone's done this. Look at your nipples, so hard." His words completely shattered me. In fact, my body was starting to react, but my husband's image kept flashing before my eyes. My mind was as chaotic as my heart. Moreover, Director Wu had already easily pulled down my underwear. I only felt a chill creeping over my genitals, followed by Director Wu's rough fingers playing with my genitals. I lay across Director Wu's lap, my head drooping beside him. He kept licking my nipples, his fingers parting my genitals, pinching and teasing my sensitive areas. I could feel fluid starting to flow from my genitals. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. My face burned, and my breathing became rapid. Suddenly, Director Wu held his fingers, which were on my genitals, in front of me. I knew he wanted me to see the sticky fluid on his fingers. I closed my eyes tightly, but Director Wu's lewd laughter and lewd words still rang out: "Slut, what are you pretending to be so virtuous for? Look at your cunt."
Director Wu suddenly picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Above my bed in my bedroom hung my wedding photo with my husband. Looking at my husband in the photo, I regained my senses. I abruptly pushed away Director Wu, who had already pinned me to the bed, and hurriedly straightened my clothes, tears streaming down my face. Director Wu was startled at first, but how could he let me go? He calmly closed my bedroom door, drew the curtains, and said to me, "Baby, why are you crying? I'll make you cry with pleasure later." I hugged my chest, crying and begging him to let me go. But Director Wu started taking off his clothes in front of me, saying, "Baby, the more you cry, the more interesting you become. I haven't played with a woman like you in a long time." When he took off his last piece of clothing, his thick, long penis made me unable to look directly at it, and I buried my head between my legs.
Director Wu sat down next to me and tried to take off my top. I pushed him aside again and instinctively rushed towards the door. But Wu was prepared. He grabbed my long hair, and I fell backward onto his lap in pain. I cried and begged him to let go, but he pulled me back onto the bed by my hair. He put my hands on my head, and I had completely given up. I knew I couldn't escape his clutches. I covered my face with my arms and sobbed. Director Wu slowly unzipped my skirt, lifted my buttocks, and pulled down the only thing covering my lower body. He then pulled up my vest, straightened my arms, and took it off. I could feel
Director Wu's greedy gaze fixed on my naked body. Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together, covered my face with my arms, and stopped sobbing because I felt like the world had truly stopped. This was the first time I had ever been so naked in front of another man. Director Wu began to caress every inch of my skin from head to toe. With each touch, my body trembled—perhaps from shame, perhaps from stimulation, I couldn't say. He spread my legs, and I could feel his breath hitting my genitals. Director Wu seemed to be scrutinizing a naked animal. He said, "Your genitals are nice, dark red like your nipples, but you have too much hair. You won't admit you're a slut." I really...
I was so nervous. I really didn't know what Director Wu would do next. After all, my husband was my only man. I didn't dare open my eyes because I saw my husband's picture above me, and I didn't dare look at Director Wu's muscular body. Suddenly, Director Wu lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. I realized what was happening and kept saying no, but Director Wu's thing had already forcefully entered my lower body. At this moment, my lower body was dry due to nervousness, and his thing was so big and thick, far larger than my husband's. I could feel the swelling and pain in my lower body, and I started to cry. I only heard Director Wu say: "What are you crying for? You've already been fucked by me, and you're still pretending to be innocent." Director Wu kept pushing his thing hard into my body. I could feel that the head of his thing was so big, constantly thrusting into my body. I instinctively spread my legs, and I only heard Director Wu laugh. He pulled his thing out a little and then forcefully pushed it into my body again. I stopped crying and instinctively groaned. Seeing my reaction, Director Wu slowed down and began teasing my genitals with his already partially inserted member. The swelling sensation from before slowly disappeared, replaced by a pulsating stimulation. I unconsciously responded to Director Wu's thrusts, and I felt my fluids flowing out again. Then Director Wu yelled at me, "Slut, watch how I fuck you!" He thrust harder, his member fully inside, reaching my cervix. He held my raised legs and began thrusting vigorously. This was the first time I'd experienced such intense, high-speed stimulation, and I quickly orgasmed. However, Director Wu seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He made me lie face down on the bed and fucked me from behind. I slammed against my buttocks, making loud noises. I begged him to be gentler, saying I couldn't take it. But he wouldn't listen, thrusting into me like a madman. I honestly don't remember how long he did it to me that afternoon. I had several orgasms, and each time I came to my senses, I cried. He smoked beside me, and then soon after, he was back on top of me, fucking me like a madman. I really don't know how he had such stamina. He didn't let me go until it was almost dark, saying he needed to speak with him at work. He lingered, pinching my nipple and saying he'd take care of my husband's situation. He even called me a slut, like a prostitute. But I couldn't hear anything. After he left, I soaked in the bathroom for a long time, filled with remorse for my earlier passion and unsure how to face my husband. Director Wu was right; my husband's situation was quickly resolved. To thank Director Wu, my husband treated him and his wife to dinner. Seeing my husband's gratitude and Director Wu's smug expression, I felt even more ashamed. That night, my husband got very drunk.
Director Wu had his wife take a taxi home, and he accompanied me to take my husband home. My husband was completely drunk and fell asleep in the bedroom. Director Wu quietly said to me, "I've slept in this bed too," and then pinched my butt. I quickly asked him to leave the room and closed the door. I told him to go back
, but he clung to me tightly, insisting I thank him and asking to do it again. I said my husband was there, and besides, it was impossible for us anymore; it was all in the past. He said this was the last time, and there would be no next time. He threatened to tell my husband if I didn't. I really wanted to end it all; I really wanted to be a good woman. He took me to the bathroom, made me lean against the sink, facing the large glass window. He pulled down my underwear from behind. Perhaps afraid my husband would find out, he didn't take off my clothes, only pushing my bra up to my breasts. He pulled down his pants, and without any foreplay, he penetrated me like a rape. This time, I felt no stimulation; I just wanted him to finish quickly. He seemed very impatient, ejaculating inside me very soon. After I saw him out, I could feel his fluids continuously flowing from my genitals.

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