The Wrong Path of Adultery

I was once such a naive woman, wholeheartedly wanting to be a virtuous wife and loving mother. But I married a spineless husband. When I was bullied, he didn't dare stand up for me and even blamed me, ultimately leading me to have an affair.
My infidelity didn't bring me happiness; instead, it left me more confused. My suspicion and harshness repeatedly hurt Shangguan, who loved me. By the time I wanted to find true happiness, Shangguan had vanished. Where is my love, my happiness?
(I) Hasty Marriage
Although I don't possess the beauty to rival the legendary beauties of ancient China, I'm still considered a great beauty among millions of women. I'm 1.66 meters tall, weigh 55 kilograms, with perfectly proportioned features, long hair, an oval face, and large, bright eyes with long eyelashes that always make them appear watery. I have a slender, high nose bridge and a small, cherry-like mouth—very elegant. I often admire myself in the mirror. The men around me often call me "Sai Diao Chan" (a famous beauty known for her beauty and charm).
When I entered the dating phase, like all girls, I dreamed of finding a prince charming to spend my life with. However,
I was very averse to the advances of some mature men, who often spoke ill of me behind my back. My boss at the time would frequently try to talk to me, and he would often touch my hand, which I found extremely annoying. This offended even more people, and even women looked at me differently, as if I had done something shameful. I was very isolated at work.
Two of my classmates from middle school both got into university, and they lived relatively close to me. Back then, university students were relatively few and very popular. Since we were classmates, I naturally started interacting with them.
My two classmates were named Shangguan Yin and Li Shixiong. Shangguan Yin was relatively more outgoing than Li Shixiong, giving off a more mature vibe. Li Shixiong wasn't very talkative, but he was quite knowledgeable. Initially, I had some feelings for Shangguan Yin, but I didn't know if he felt the same way about me, so I didn't talk to him much. After Li Shixiong's father met me, he immediately sent someone to my house to ask my parents if they should establish a romantic relationship between our children. My parents, seeing that Li Shixiong was rather honest, didn't have much of an objection and left it to my opinion. I was thinking about Shangguan, but no one from Shangguan's family had come to propose marriage, so I had to start contacting Li Shixiong first. During our interactions, Li Shixiong told me that Shangguan already had a girlfriend. I imagined that a man like Shangguan couldn't possibly not have friends in university, so I gave up on Shangguan.
Later, Li Shixiong took me to Shangguan's house and told him that we were dating. I noticed Shangguan seemed quite surprised, but he still congratulated us. During our conversation, I learned that Shangguan didn't actually have a girlfriend; it was all Li Shixiong's fabrication.
I had dated Li Shixiong for over a year and we got married the year he graduated from university. The beginnings of our marriage were wonderful; we spent our honeymoon in a passionate frenzy. Li Shixiong seemed honest and simple, but in bed he was quite adept at various techniques. I initially thought he had a past, but it turned out he learned his skills from medical books and erotic novels.
After our honeymoon, my husband went back to his workplace because it was in a different city than mine, leaving me alone in our empty house. I would eat at my father-in-law's house and sleep at my own home at night. Later, I heard from others that my father-in-law often loitered around my neighborhood at night, which clearly showed he didn't trust me, making me very angry.
A man named Meng Qi, a year older than me, lived next door. He often joked about my father-in-law's behavior. I felt both angry and helpless. Since my father-in-law came every day, I hadn't seen him, and how could I ask him about it? Only after my husband returned did my father-in-law stop visiting. After my husband came back, I fulfilled my duties as a wife, treating him like a newlywed couple, spending all my time together.
When Shangguan came back, he would also visit me. We talked about everything and had many common interests. To be honest, if my husband hadn't been so naive, Shangguan would still be the man in my heart. But when Shangguan came to visit me again, I was already someone else's bride, and I could no longer confide my feelings to him. My heart was filled with complex emotions at that time; I wanted something to happen with Shangguan, yet I was also afraid of it. When Shangguan was at my house, I didn't feel like he was a stranger at all. In front of him, I wore very little clothing, not even a bra.
When Shangguan visited me, my father-in-law would always find various excuses to come to my house, actually because he was afraid that I would have a relationship with Shangguan and that his son would be cuckolded. I felt a kind of rebelliousness; the more he guarded against me, the more worried I became. One time, it was already midnight, and Shangguan was leaving. I simply saw him out and we walked together to the garden to chat. At the time, I thought I must have really angered my father-in-law.
(II) My useless husband
In the early days of our marriage, I was indeed a good girl. I went to work on time every day and didn't have many hobbies, except for playing cards. Although my father-in-law's actions made me angry, I didn't take it too seriously. Because I hadn't done anything wrong, I wasn't afraid of him knocking on my door.
I would go to see my husband every month, or at most every two months. During the time we were together, he wanted to have sex with me every night. No matter what the circumstances, I tried my best to satisfy him. My husband somehow got a chicken feather, and before having sex, he ingeniously used it to tease my genitals, making me itchy. But it was also very comfortable, and it did bring me to orgasm.
After we got married, I heard from others that my husband was very weak when he was a child. His mother was worried that he wouldn't be able to have sex after marriage, so she asked someone to get a first-born placenta from the hospital and stewed it with chicken for him. I also heard that when my husband was in school, he couldn't take his eyes off pretty girls. His mother They say he often ejaculates in his pants.
My husband is incredibly skilled in bed, but at work and in life, he's a completely different person. He can't do housework; he struggles to carry even a bucket of water, and when emptying the toilet, he squats by the toilet bowl looking at the newspaper covering it. People who see this always laugh at him. At work, he can't communicate effectively. He's good at foreign languages and computer software, but his poor communication skills severely hinder his work.
My husband is also petty and unapproachable; he's never been able to stand up for himself and is looked down upon. He's sleazy and avoids speaking directly to people, even those he knows well. He only speaks ill of others behind their backs at home; you rarely hear him say anything positive about anyone else. If
I say my husband is bad, you'll probably wonder why I ever fell for him. You'll probably think my husband looks like a coward. But that's not the case at all. So, my husband is decent-looking, fair-skinned, with a kidney-shaped face and well-proportioned features. He's more handsome than Shangguan, except for being shorter. Besides, my husband graduated from a prestigious university and consistently ranked at the top of his class in high school; I thought he'd be a late bloomer. Unexpectedly, my expectations were too high. A person's nature is hard to change. So, I chose him before I fully understood him. Furthermore, my husband was afraid I'd develop feelings for Shangguan, so he often spoke ill of her in front of me, saying how lecherous she was, constantly touching pretty girls intentionally or unintentionally. He also said she'd had several girlfriends and was a womanizer. I thought my husband was honest and wouldn't lie, so I lost interest in Shangguan. Later, after getting to know Shangguan better, I discovered my husband was lying; he was secretly jealous of her.
My husband said so many bad things about Shangguan, but... The moment he saw Shangguan, he reverted to his timid self, too afraid to speak to him directly, and even when he did
, he spoke in a soft, timid voice, completely unlike Shangguan's confident demeanor. I noticed that the people my husband got along with most were those who were utterly incompetent; they admired his intelligence and academic achievements. My husband only seemed more confident when he was with them.
He always wanted to make an impression; he claimed to know everything, but even when he didn't, he didn't want others to know. Once, his sister asked him how to calculate a complex circuit diagram. He didn't understand, but he wouldn't say. Just then, Shangguan arrived, and he told his sister to ask Shangguan herself. So, my husband isn't exactly a gentleman.
People like my husband are generally very vain; what he knows, he will absolutely not tell anyone. He will definitely reveal his talents unexpectedly. What he wants is for others to praise and flatter him to his face.
I'm a beautiful woman at work, especially after getting married; my mature, womanly charm has only intensified. Many men at work try to take advantage of me, including some of the leaders who want to get something out of me. They often intentionally or unintentionally touch my hand or body. I've told my husband about this, but he just chuckles and lets it go. When we're out together, he's not like a chivalrous protector; he's like a spinning top, always following me around. No wonder people don't respect him.
Once, a leader went too far; he actually hugged me in his office and kissed me on the lips. I wanted to threaten him, so I said I wanted to... I told my husband, but he wouldn't let go. He said, "Your husband is nothing but a coward! How could you be interested in him?" Then he continued to assault my genitals. I yelled at him, and only then did he release me.
Afterwards, I told my husband, but he didn't dare confront the leader. Instead, he said to me, "If you hadn't provoked him, why would he have touched you like that? Why doesn't he do it to others? You should also be more careful."
I was furious. How could he say such a thing? If I had known this would happen, I would have given myself to that leader; maybe I could have gotten some benefits later. That's what my husband meant. He wanted me to mind my own business. But I can't control my beauty. Everyone knows men always want to sleep with pretty women. How could my husband not understand this? He's a complete idiot.
I thought about it and realized that a man like my husband can't protect his wife, so he can only find an ugly woman so no one will want her.
After that, I refused to talk to my husband about these things anymore. He thought I had handled it myself and stopped asking. But then I really did have an affair, and my husband was even drinking with that man, saying... I've received many kind words from others, but I really don't know what to do.
My husband seems honest and simple at first glance, but he's actually quite promiscuous. He likes to watch porn in his spare time and has even learned some of the content from it. When we have sex, he even imitates the techniques in porn, performing oral sex. Although I'm somewhat disgusted, it does feel good to me and greatly excites me. So I haven't stopped him and have let him do it.
My husband often says that I'm a woman's gem during sex, and that my moaning often excites him greatly. I don't know if that's true. Am I really that attractive to men?
(III) Being Bullied
Although I was very dissatisfied with my husband, I still upheld traditional wifely virtues, being a good daughter-in-law and wife at home, and presenting a capable white-collar professional image to others.
At work, I overcame various difficulties and harassed others, working tirelessly to earn the trust of my superiors. I have beautiful handwriting, can write articles, am efficient, have a composed demeanor, and can also sing and dance. When superiors came to inspect the work, I accompanied them for drinks and dances. Even when encountering men with ill intentions, I was able to consider the overall situation and skillfully avoid them. In work meetings, my speeches were well-organized, logical, and often received applause from my colleagues. However, I have never been promoted.
Among those who started working with me, there are... He's already been given important responsibilities, and even my neighbor Mengqi has been promoted to section chief.
This Mengqi is actually a playboy, completely incompetent, only good at flattery, and he even stutters when he speaks, completely incoherent. Who knows which leader went crazy and promoted him? Isn't this just throwing away the people's hard-earned money?
Although Mengqi is utterly useless, he has a good wife, a smooth talker, especially good at cultivating relationships with leaders and their wives. Plus, his wife is quite attractive, and she has indeed gained the favor of many leaders. But why don't the leaders promote her? Why do they promote her husband? I'm completely baffled.
I look down on Mengqi, but I haven't shown it to him; I despise him from the bottom of my heart. Because we're neighbors, we see each other all the time, and I have to greet him with a smile every day, constantly talking about Section Chief Meng. When I see his wife, I have to do the same. It's really unpleasant. But what can I do? He's practically my boss now.
This playboy Meng, although he's become a section chief and much more powerful than before, is still very polite to me and often helps me out. When no one else is around, he often compliments me, saying I'm very capable and beautiful, and that it's just that the boss is blind to his own talent.
Sometimes, when others give him gifts, he even delivers them to my house. He's polite as he is, but I feel like his gaze is off; he's always looking at me. His constant glances at me often made me flustered, my face flushed, and I felt hot.
Don't think I was attracted to him; I was just embarrassed by his lecherous eyes. Actually, I tried to avoid him, but since we worked in the same unit and lived next door, I couldn't escape him no matter how I tried.
This Section Chief Meng was the head of a major business department in our unit, dealing with many external units and people coming and going, and many people asking him for favors. He almost never ate at home, often coming home drunk. Sometimes when we bumped into each other on the street, he would always grab my hand and talk to me under the guise of being drunk. I was afraid his wife or someone else would see and tell his wife, so I always pulled my hand away. It seemed he wasn't afraid of his wife at all. He acted like he didn't care.
When my husband came home, Section Chief Meng even dragged him out for drinks. My husband doesn't drink; he gets drunk after just one glass, but she insisted on persuading him to drink. My husband acted like a clown in front of her, and I felt uncomfortable just watching.
The company is promoting another batch of cadres, and Section Chief Meng told me to quickly "pull some strings," saying I was capable and would definitely be promoted. I listened to her and went to the personnel department. The head of the personnel department told me that I was on the list for this evaluation and that I should talk to the leader. I
didn't want to go when I saw that I had to talk to this lecherous leader. Although he was in charge of me, I had a section chief above me, and I didn't want to deal with him directly.
Section Chief Meng, unaware of the situation, went to this leader himself... My supervisor subtly encouraged me. He came back and told me that this leader had a very good impression of me, and since I was included in the evaluation process, he had some reservations about my reluctance to report directly to the leader. Section Chief Meng insisted that I personally go to see this leader.
I was tempted; after so much time, I wondered if this leader would do anything to me now. So I went to the leader's office. When he saw me enter, he sternly asked what I wanted. I reported on my work over the past few years and even feigned gratitude for his "favor." I thought to myself, "When has he ever favored me? Isn't he just trying to take advantage of me?" But I had to say that in front of him, since I needed his help!
This time, the leader was kind enough not to do anything to me. He touched me in the hand and foot, praising my many good points, mainly my work ability, good organizational and coordination skills, education, and good character, though he mentioned I was a bit arrogant. After thanking him for his concern, I asked him to point out my shortcomings, which I was willing to humbly accept. He said he had a meeting that day and didn't have time, suggesting I come to his home that evening for a more detailed discussion.
I didn't want to go to his home. I worried he might have ulterior motives. But seeing him in his office, he didn't seem to be doing anything to me, nor did he appear to intend to. Besides, I figured his wife would be home, so he wouldn't do anything to me.
Therefore, that evening I carefully dressed myself, making sure no part of my body was exposed. And it looked quite elegant, but didn't arouse any desire in men. I looked in the mirror, saw myself, and felt there was nothing wrong with it, so I went out.
When I arrived at this leader's house, I rang the doorbell, and the leader himself opened the door. After entering the house, I looked around; it seemed no one was home. This leader's house was quite large; the living room was bigger than my two bedrooms. The house was decorated very luxuriously, with a 47-inch rear-projection TV and a soft three-seater sofa that probably cost over 20,000 yuan. There were two plates of fruit on the glass coffee table, and a square handmade wool rug covered the wooden floor. The ceiling was very elaborate, with dim lights around the edges complementing the starlight, and a large, luxurious chandelier in the center, under which the hanging glass diamond-shaped spheres sparkled.
The leader led me to the sofa, poured me a cup of tea, and then sat down beside me to peel an apple. I told him not to be so polite, but he insisted that since it was my first time at his home, he had to treat me well.
After praising me, he pointed out my shortcomings, saying that I needed to learn to communicate with superiors, to integrate with the masses, not to isolate myself, to be flexible and adaptable, and to think critically, etc. I nodded in agreement without saying a word. I felt he genuinely cared about me.
I haven't told you this leader's name because I really didn't want to write too much about him, but he was the person who influenced me the most, even hindering my future. Therefore, I must tell you his name. His name is Wu Zhenfu, a military officer who initially served as the head of our unit's finance department, later rising to the position of vice president in charge of finance and labor relations.
When Wu Zhenfu first joined the unit, he was quite polite, giving the impression of humility, caution, and affability. Coupled with his thick eyebrows, large eyes, and robust physique, he always... I had a very good initial impression of him. My initial impression of him was also very good; I often talked to him about things. In my heart, I even admired this man somewhat. Later, I discovered he was a womanizer. When he was the head of the finance department, he slept with one of his female employees. Later, when he became vice president, he promoted this woman to deputy head of the finance department. Besides that, he also liked to make advances towards other pretty women, so I began to dislike him. Unexpectedly, he started targeting me again. I wasn't going to give him a friendly look.
This time, I felt... Strangely, he didn't lay a hand on me, which is why I dared to come to his house.
Wu Zhenfu spoke a lot of official jargon to me, and seeing that I was listening very attentively, he added some hot water to his teacup, handed it to me, and offered me some water, while taking a step closer to me. I quickly moved back a little.
He told me that I should be more open-minded at work and not be petty. I really didn't know how I was petty. I told him, "I don't know what to do." He grabbed my hand and said, "You should know how I feel about you." I was... Caught off guard, his mind went blank for a moment. Seeing that I didn't resist, he pulled me into his arms. He said, "If you listen to me, I'll definitely speak up for you this time and promote you." My mind suddenly came back to normal, and I quickly told Wu Zhenfu, "No, I can't face anyone like this. If my husband finds out, it'll be even worse."
Wu Zhenfu didn't listen to me at all. He continued his advances, already kissing me on the lips. I pushed his mouth away and said, "If you do that again, I'll scream." He said to me, "Screaming won't help..." "Nobody can hear us here. Just give in to me, nobody will know." I was almost giving in to him when he saw my resistance was weakening. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom, placing me on his and his wife's bed. He then climbed on top of me and continued kissing me. He was so tall and strong, I really didn't have the strength to resist. He reached down to undo my belt, but I grabbed his hand tightly, begging him to let me go, saying I would feel guilty towards my husband. He said, "Your husband isn't a man. I don't know how you could have fallen for him. He's a complete waste, and you still care about him?"
Hearing this, a nameless anger rose within me. "How dare you insult my husband? I chose him myself. What he does is none of your business. I haven't said anything about him, so what right do you have to say anything? Let me go, I want to go home!" Wu Zhenfu immediately apologized, but still didn't let me go, continuing to press down on me, saying repeatedly, "Sweetie, don't be angry. I only said that about your husband because I love you. Since you don't want to listen..." "I won't say it again. Just do it this once, okay?" As he spoke, his hand continued to undo my belt. I was still angry, and seeing his shameless behavior, I don't know where I got the strength, but I pushed him onto the bed. I got up, ready to rush out. But he pulled me back, trying to pin me down again. In my haste, I slapped him twice. He covered his face, stunned. I quickly got up and rushed out of his house.
The company announced the list of middle-level managers, and I wasn't on it. Wu Zhenfu promoted the woman he'd slept with to section chief. I knew that Wu was behind it all. I went to the Party Secretary and the CEO, but they both said that based on my qualifications, I should be considered for promotion, but because there were many qualified people, they were putting me on hold for now. They told me to keep working hard, to communicate more with the supervisor, and to be more proactive at work. This was clearly Wu's doing. I didn't agree, and he was using this method to force me to bow down to him. I couldn't do it.
Meng Qi found me and asked how I had offended Wu Zhenfu. I said I hadn't. He said that during a team meeting, Wu Zhenfu said that although I did a good job, I was only doing it alone and lacked leadership skills, especially communication skills with the masses. He said I was only suitable to be a good clerk.
I knew that Wu was trying to both harm me and pretend to be upright. At that moment, I didn't want to talk to Meng Qi about it. I could only swallow my anger.
Wu Zhenfu was targeting me, and although I didn't say anything outwardly, I hated him to death in my heart. I couldn't tell anyone about this bitterness, and I often cried secretly. When my husband came home, I told him what had happened, but he didn't say a word. Seeing my husband's cowardice made me even angrier, and I didn't even bother to cook for him. He went to his parents' house to eat alone. When
my husband came home that evening, I asked him how he was going to deal with this. He actually said, "Wu Zhenfu wouldn't do that. He should be a decent person. Otherwise, he would have signed for reimbursement after my mother spent so much money on medical treatment. If he wanted to take advantage of you and retaliate, he wouldn't have signed for reimbursement at all."
I was so angry that I trembled all over, as if I had made this up. Did I really need to do that? Would I really put such a fuss on myself? I pointed at my husband's nose and yelled, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not decent? That I seduced him? That I didn't get promoted, so I'm slandering him? You stupid idiot, your own wife was being harassed by someone else, and you're still defending that person? How did I end up with such a loser like you?"
My husband sat on the sofa without saying a word, letting me ridicule him. I was even angrier and continued yelling at him, "If I had known you were such a loser, I would have slept with Wu Zhenfu. Maybe I would have gotten promoted, and you would have invited him for drinks when you came back." After saying that, I ran into the bedroom crying loudly. This stupid husband not only didn't come in to apologize, but he just sat there watching TV in the living room. I really don't understand how my husband can be such a coward.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but in my hazy state, I felt someone pulling down my pajama bottoms. I woke up with a start and saw my husband pulling at my underwear in bed. I was already angry, and now he wanted to do that kind of thing. I angrily kicked him off the bed and yelled, "Get out! Get the hell out of here!" My
husband obediently took his blanket and left the bedroom, sleeping on the sofa in the living room. I knew my husband was angry, but I was too lazy to care.
(IV) Suffering Humiliation
For several days, I ignored my husband. Seeing his pathetic and weak appearance every day made me feel both sorry for him and disgusted with him. At night, he even masturbated in front of me. I ignored him on the surface, but I felt a little sorry for him. I thought to myself, this cowardly husband, why doesn't he beg a woman? He's so frustrated and stubborn, do I have to beg him?
My husband is going back to work in a few days, and I can't keep dragging this on like this. I have to give him a way out. Besides, as a woman, I haven't been with a man for so long, and I'm starting to crave it!
I suggested to my husband that we eat dinner at home. My husband usually does what I say, so he didn't say anything this time, just agreed without saying anything else.
In the afternoon, we went to the market and bought groceries. When we got back, my husband helped me choose and wash the vegetables. I cooked the rice in the rice cooker and then went to cook the vegetables. My husband went back to watching TV on the sofa.
Today I made four dishes and a soup: twice-cooked beef, braised fish, steamed eggplant, stir-fried bok choy, and wild mushroom soup. My husband and I also brought a bottle of red wine. It felt so good to eat together; I haven't felt this homey in a long time. I saw my husband enjoying his meal, finishing all the food.
After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then went to bed. After getting into bed, my husband quickly helped me take off my clothes. He hadn't seen my body in a long time. After he took off his own clothes, I saw that his penis was very erect, with prominent veins, and slightly crooked.
He climbed on top of me and kissed my breasts; he knew that was my most sensitive area. He quickly aroused me, and I started moaning.
He climbed between my legs and licked me with his tongue, licking so deeply, so intensely. My heart felt so itchy, and my toes involuntarily clenched. I wanted him to come on top of me, to enter my body quickly; I couldn't take it anymore. He knelt between my legs, penetrated me, and kept counting, 1, 2, 3... He ejaculated at 52, then collapsed on top of me.
My husband is a complete idiot in every way except for his studies. Luckily, he's pretty good at sex, but unfortunately, no one else knows about it except me.
I asked my husband why he spoke up for Wu Zhenfu, and he said he asked his father, who had a good impression of Wu Zhenfu and said that Wu Zhenfu had reimbursed his mother's medical expenses, so he didn't think Wu Zhenfu was that kind of person.
What a naive idea! Would he really retaliate against me for this? He's definitely using a facade to deceive my father-in-law, making them not believe me. That's Wu Zhenfu's cleverness, but unfortunately, neither father nor son sees it. He just told me to stay away from Wu Zhenfu and not give him a chance.
I'm speechless; it's just been brushed aside like that. No matter what happens again, I will never tell my husband.
After my husband left, I was alone at home again. I've seen Wu Zhenfu a few times. He acts as if nothing's happened. When others are around, he greets me and even jokes with me. I'm the kind of person whose feelings are easily read on my face, so I often appear cold, which draws strange looks from my colleagues. When no one's around, Wu Zhenfu doesn't greet me; he walks away quickly as if he doesn't see me.
Soon after, I heard from Meng Qi that I was very unhappy about not being promoted and was quite resentful towards General Manager Wu. Meng Qi told me not to offend General Manager Wu, saying that I would still need his help in the future. I just smiled in response. How could I possibly let Wu Zhenfu help me again? I've completely offended him. As for the claim that I have a lot of resentment towards Wu Zhenfu, it must be Wu Zhenfu who spread the word. He wants to strike first and make sure I can't say anything later; he even flirted with me before. I really don't want to see that kind of despicable person again.
The company has a batch of equipment in Henan that needs to be inspected, and our department and Meng Qi's department need to send people together. Our department sent me; originally, Meng Qi had arranged for another comrade to go, but he changed his mind and decided to go himself. So, Meng Qi and I took the train to Henan together.
Along the way, Meng Qi took meticulous care of me, even advising me to be more obedient and avoid offending so many people, hoping to get promoted sooner. I was very grateful for Meng Qi's concern.
When we arrived in Henan, the manufacturer was already there to pick us up. I knew Meng Qi had called them beforehand, so they arranged a car to pick us up. We were taken to the Shangri-La Hotel in Zhengzhou and checked into two single rooms.
The manufacturer treated us to a welcome dinner at a luxurious restaurant. At the table, they took turns toasting us. I don't have a high alcohol tolerance and didn't want to drink much. But the manufacturer was so enthusiastic; everyone came to offer me drinks, and they wouldn't leave until I drank. I had no choice but to drink more than usual.
After dinner, I was feeling quite tipsy, and when I went outside and the wind blew, my body couldn't hold on any longer. I said I wanted to go back to the hotel to rest, so Mengqi had them take us back to the Shangri-La Hotel. The factory workers left after dropping us off.
Mengqi helped me to my room, and I couldn't help but vomit. He helped me wash my face, rinse my mouth, and helped me to bed. Then I fell asleep without knowing anything.
In my dream, I felt a heavy object pressing down on me, and something was being inserted into my lower body. My head was throbbing, and I was completely disoriented, unable to care what was on me.
When I woke up in the morning, I found Mengqi lying naked beside me, and I was also naked. I realized then that it must have been Mengqi who had raped me last night. I quickly got up and dressed, slapped Meng Qi awake, and yelled at him, "You beast, did you rape me yesterday?"
Meng Qi was stunned by the slap, but quickly came to his senses. He said, "No, you wouldn't let me leave yesterday, and you were the one who wanted me." "
Nonsense, how could I want you? You had them get me drunk and rape me while I was drunk." "
Don't put it so harshly. We're already together, and I didn't hurt you at all. Besides, I've liked you for a long time, you should know that."
"I'm going to sue you!"
"Go ahead and sue me, then you'll be fine. How will you face anyone in the future?"
"You scoundrel."
"I am a scoundrel, but a scoundrel really does like you. I've liked you for years, but you never paid any attention to me back then. So what if you found Li Shixiong? Is he better than me?" Then he poured out all his suffering over the past few years. It turned out that Meng Qi's wife had slept with the head of his workplace. Meng Qi was furious, wanting to kill them both. But then the head of the workplace approached him, apologized profusely, and promised to promote him and give him the best seat. Sure enough, the head of the workplace kept his word and quickly promoted Meng Qi, assigning him to the materials and equipment department.
Meng Qi stopped causing trouble, but laid down three rules for his wife: she was not allowed to have any one-on-one contact with any man. She could play cards at home, and she could invite other girlfriends over to play cards. If he discovered any further infidelity, he would make her pay. No wonder his wife played cards so often, and Meng Qi even supported her going; that explained it all.
Since that was the case, how could I still curse him? I felt a little sorry for this man. Seeing that I had stopped cursing him, Meng Qi pulled me into his arms and casually took off my clothes. Thinking that I had already given myself to him, and that my husband was so spineless, whether I gave in once or ten times, it was essentially the same. So I stopped resisting.
Meng Qi entered my body again, and only then did I experience the sensation of a man different from my husband. This sensation shocked, thrilled, and excited me. I quickly reached orgasm, and Meng Qi thrust hard into my lower body, ejaculating deep inside me.
After he came out, Meng Qi said, "This doesn't count as me raping you. A raped woman is moaning so comfortably."
"Stop talking nonsense. This is the last time. You're not allowed to touch me again."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Saying this was useless. Since he had already taken me, could I refuse him? That would be childish. During the few days in Zhengzhou, Meng Qi wanted to have sex with me every day, treating me like his newlywed wife.
I had no choice but to tell him again, "We can only do this here. After we go back, we won't see each other again."
He agreed again. But after we go back, will he really not contact me again?
(V) It's difficult to be a woman.
For men, due to their initiative, many harbor possessive thoughts towards beautiful women. Although they don't show it on the surface, and even pretend to be virtuous, deep down they still want to bring all beautiful women into their arms. Therefore, some wealthy and powerful men are particularly adept at keeping mistresses. They use their money or power to make women submit to them, making them their lovers or concubines. Even more extreme, some men can keep several mistresses.
Men who are penniless, powerless, incompetent, and unattractive may never encounter a woman in their entire lives. These men are the most pathetic.
Women are often in a vulnerable position in this society, subject to the control of men. For them to achieve anything in this society, they primarily need a good husband. Otherwise, they need a man to fawn over them. No man will fawn over a woman for no reason. Women can only achieve their desired goals by secretly, or sometimes openly, becoming a man's mistress. Being a woman is truly difficult!
Here, I'm not saying all men are bad, but how many men today are not lustful? Men who are lustful are not necessarily bad people; some simply admire women like flowers and would never easily make a move. However, many more men cannot resist a woman's seduction. Once a woman shows them affection, they will definitely sleep with her. Hypocritical gentlemen are everywhere; just observe the men around you. If men speak from their own conscience, they should admit that what I'm saying is true.
Actually, during my youth, I was quite naive about relationships between boys and girls, but I always had a strange attraction to handsome boys. I was too shy to look them in the eye, and I would blush whenever I spoke to them. I would secretly observe these handsome guys, and they would also secretly look at me. When they spoke to me, they would always stammer, their faces flushed. Back then, our hearts were pure and innocent. Later, due to the effects of puberty, my body changed, and my breasts grew larger. I felt many male classmates started paying attention to my breasts, which often made me embarrassed. What was even more infuriating was that some older men would also stare at my breasts.
Once, I went to a classmate's house to play, and her father was home too. My classmate and I wanted to take a bag of books from her cabinet. I'm tall, so I stood on a stool to get it, with my classmate holding me from below. But she's short and couldn't reach my waist, so I was too embarrassed to straighten up. Her dad saw this and came over to help me. He supported me from both sides, but his hands ended up touching my breasts, which made me very awkward. Because it was her dad, I was extremely embarrassed, my face turning bright red. But her dad acted as if nothing was wrong. I was thinking to myself, her dad could have just helped us get it, but he supported me like that, as if he was taking the opportunity to grope me. I used to visit this classmate's house often, and after that incident, every time I went, her dad would secretly look at my chest, making me blush and my heart pound. Back then, people didn't think so much; I just felt uncomfortable. After that, I rarely went to that classmate's house unless it was absolutely necessary.
Ever since being groped by a classmate's father, I entered a period of adolescent withdrawal. I wouldn't talk to male classmates and always dressed to cover my chest completely. I always rolled my eyes at men who gave me ill-intentioned looks.
After entering the workforce, I often encountered verbal harassment from male colleagues and superiors. At the time, I didn't know it was sexual harassment, so I always kept a straight face and didn't give them a friendly look. But I suffered a lot because of this. Some of them talked badly about me behind my back, and even when it came to awards and raises, they wouldn't mention my name at all. No matter how well I did, no one noticed.
Later, after getting married, I changed my approach. I became used to men's harassment and could even get along with them. In fact, I often received praise from my superiors, and my colleagues recommended me for outstanding employee awards every year. After I gave myself to a young leader who had been transferred to my unit, I was promoted to deputy director within two years, and became a full director a year later. I discovered that I had this advantage, and I continued to use this strategy when I went into business, and it was surprisingly effective.
I think if I hadn't given my body to these men back then, none of them would have helped me. Especially a beautiful woman, if they can't have her, they'll never say a good word about her. This really proves the old saying, "sour grapes." My own experience tells me that being a woman is hard, being a beautiful woman is even harder. Because ugly women won't have any men bothering them.
(VI) Falling in Love
When we returned to our workplace, we acted as if nothing had happened, still chatting and laughing. In reality, I was feeling guilty. After all, I had never done anything like this before.
After a while, we both calmed down, and Meng Qi broke our agreement again. One day, he arranged for his wife to play mahjong at home, watched a couple of rounds, and then made an excuse to leave. He knocked on my door as soon as he left, and I couldn't stop him at all; he squeezed in. After coming in, he hugged me and kissed my lips. Regardless of my reluctance, he carried me into the bedroom, took off my clothes without a second thought, and entered me while standing on the floor.
Things like this kept happening; almost every so often, Meng Qi would ask me to do it. Although I'd gotten used to it, I was still constantly on edge, afraid his wife or someone else would see us. I tried to avoid Meng Qi, but how could I? He still barged into my house every few days.
Even when my husband came home, he'd boldly come over and chat with him, his eyes constantly glancing in my direction. My husband, on the other hand, would stupidly chat with him enthusiastically. At night, my husband would go and lick the places Meng Qi had entered, and he was still so excited. But I felt so uncomfortable. Because I didn't love Meng Qi at all; sleeping with him was out of desperation.
I felt very bored working under Wu Zhenfu. Although he didn't dare to openly punish me, he would nitpick every report I wrote, going back and forth several times. I went to the head of my unit and the Party Secretary, requesting a change of job. They thought I was very suitable for reception work, so they agreed to transfer me to the reception department. The Party Secretary even asked me why my relationship with Wu Zhenfu was so tense. I just smiled and said it was nothing. He didn't ask any further questions.
I was transferred to the reception department, mainly responsible for receiving superiors and business units. Because of my excellent work, the bureau leaders often praised me in front of our unit leaders, saying my reception work was very thorough and I paid great attention to detail. They said I could be called upon to help with reception tasks in the future. While doing this work, I met Deputy Director Hu of the bureau's reception office. He also frequently handled reception work and helped me a lot, especially when bureau leaders came. He told me how to receive them and the details, enabling me to complete the reception smoothly. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what constituted good reception.
After a year of work, I was promoted to deputy head of the unit's reception department. At this time, I heard some rumors, saying that I had a good relationship with the bureau leaders and that they spoke on my behalf, which is why I was promoted. Mengqi also asked me if this was true. I knew it was Wu Zhenfu spreading rumors, and I ignored him. I just said, "If I don't work hard, no one's help will help me."
Mengqi still comes to my house whenever he has free time. I warned him not to come looking for me anymore, but he's persistent and I can't do anything about it, and I don't want to make a scene. He forcibly rapes me once or twice a month, which is very distressing; the initial thrill is long gone.
I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of Mengqi so he won't dare force me to sleep with him again. I thought about talking to his wife, but he's not afraid of her at all, and she doesn't dare to interfere, nor does she have the right to. The only way is to avoid him and try to see him when there are many people around. But his department has a lot of reception work, and he always has someone notify me, making it even harder to avoid him. After receiving his guests, I still have to entertain him with my body, which is very annoying.
The bureau's reception office notified us that colleagues from all over the country are going to visit the Three Gorges Dam project, and they asked us to send people to Yichang to help, specifically asking me and Ji Xiaoping to go. We set up an office in Yichang with several colleagues from the bureau. However, the reception expenses are to be shared by each unit. The person in charge of coordinating this was Director Hu from the Bureau's Reception Office.
We quickly established an office in Yichang, and the work progressed very smoothly. I found working in Yichang very exciting and the job quite easy. Director Hu was very satisfied with my work and often spoke highly of me to the bureau leaders and my unit leaders. I was very grateful to him for this. Director Hu also frequently took Ji Xiaoping and me out to eat. When we went out to eat, I felt that Ji Xiaoping seemed to admire Director Hu a lot. But I felt that Director Hu was always focused on me. Every time we ate, he would sit next to me, let me pick up food, and even use serving chopsticks to put the best food on my plate. At that time, I was truly grateful. Director Hu looked to
be in his thirties at the time, and I thought he couldn't be much older than me. Later, I learned that he was already in his early forties, a little over ten years older than me.
I noticed Director Hu; he was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a robust build, a pair of bright eyes on his bronze face, and a high, fleshy nose, which made him look very capable and steady. He dressed very elegantly, often wearing designer suits and ties, always neat and tidy, giving off a very cultured impression. I heard he was a former athlete in the military, no wonder he's so fit. He can drive, and when entertaining guests, he pays attention to everyone's tastes, ordering dishes that everyone raves about. In karaoke bars, he can sing many good songs; his baritone voice is very magnetic. He's also a very good dancer, and many women want to dance with him; he's usually very popular with women. I've developed feelings for him, even having some fantasies. Every time I see him, my heart pounds. Could it be that I've fallen in love with him? I don't know, but I just want to see him.
Later, Director Hu intentionally invited me for a walk in the riverside park, and I didn't refuse. I used to not accept invitations from men, so I don't know why I readily agreed to Director Hu's invitation. When I was dating my husband, we never had a proper stroll in the park like this, and I never felt this kind of heart-fluttering feeling. I'm afraid I've fallen in love with Director Hu. During my interactions with Director Hu, I always addressed him as Director Hu. Later, when we were walking in the park, he asked me to call him by his name, or simply by his name, Dahai, when no one else was around. Even so, I still wasn't used to changing how I addressed him, but I had already grown very close to him. I knew this was already unfair to my husband, but I continued to get closer to Hu Dahai. Perhaps this was also a form of revenge against my husband's incompetence. My husband is so spineless, he's practically not a man at all; I despise him completely. If I had married Shangguan back then, perhaps I wouldn't have had any affairs.
I guess Hu Dahai also noticed my feelings for him, because he started asking me out more frequently afterward.
One time, Dahai asked me out. That night, Beijing was bidding for the Olympics in Moscow, and everyone at the office was watching TV. Dahai and I went to the riverside park, which was also quite deserted. We walked around the park, rarely encountering anyone. We walked to the riverbank and looked at the boats on the river. The lights on the boats shone on the water at night, creating a scene of boats sailing in the cold wind—it truly evoked the feeling of "river wind and fish lights, a solitary companion in sorrowful sleep." I thought about how many years I'd been with my husband, spending far apart and rarely together. Aside from sex, I had to rely on myself for everything else, which made me even more heartbroken.
Dahai asked me what I was thinking about. I didn't answer, small tears already welling in my eyes. Seeing this, Dahai quickly pulled me into his arms, asking what was wrong. I shook my head, still saying nothing. In Dahai's arms, my heart surged with emotion, a strange feeling welling up inside me, and I burst into tears.
Dahai shook my shoulders, asking what was wrong. I poured out all the joys and sorrows of the past few years to him. I told him about my husband's incompetence, my work troubles, and the retaliation from my boss. That's why seeing the desolate scene on the river reminded me of my suffering.
Dahai gently patted my back, repeatedly comforting me, telling me not to think so much. He told me that he had noticed me a long time ago, and for some reason, he always felt a pang of longing for me. I listened intently to what Dahai had to say. He told me his marriage was also unhappy. His wife was introduced to him by his boss, and they gave birth to a daughter shortly after their marriage, but the daughter wasn't his. He knew his wife was pregnant with another man's child when they married, and he considered divorce then and there. But his wife begged him to stay. He was a soldier from the countryside and knew how difficult marriage was. If he divorced his wife, she would be looked down upon by those around her, and he worried about how she and their daughter would live. He endured it, enduring until the child was born and until his daughter grew up. He even knew the father of the child was the boss who introduced them. After hearing this, I realized Dahai's suffering was even greater than mine. I felt so sorry for this man, and without thinking, my hand unconsciously rested on Dahai's shoulder.
After Dahai finished speaking, he covered my lips with his. I didn't resist; I let him do as he pleased. Dahai was a skilled kisser. After kissing my lips, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. That night, we went home very late.
Dahai and I fell in love, and we did it secretly. Because we're both married, we don't dare show it in public. Normally, we maintain a superior-subordinate relationship. When we're alone, we embrace and share our passion. Of course, we haven't cheated; we feel a bit guilty about it, especially me, because I'm still married and don't feel comfortable doing it willingly. I've always wanted to give my body to my marriage; Mengqi was an exception. He forced himself on me when I lost control, and although he took my body many times, I still don't love him. I love Dahai, but without resolving our future marriage issues, I don't want to sleep with him in a daze.
We've gone back to the bureau together before, but that was all for work. Dahai often drives over to pick me up. He only came to my house once; the other times, I had him wait for me at a spot on the highway, and I went to meet him myself.
We often drive to remote rural areas and hug and kiss in the car. Da Hai felt physically uncomfortable being with me like this, but I only let him touch me, hug me, whatever he wanted, just didn't let him penetrate me. Although he was disappointed, I felt at peace, after all, I still held my last line of defense.
I'll stop here for now, there's much more to come, but in short, after marrying such a useless husband, I really feel useless myself. My husband even said in front of me that Japanese husbands are very open-minded towards their wives, and when their husbands aren't around, they let their wives find men who can take care of them and be with them. He said his husband doesn't mind his wife sleeping with other men. What kind of logic is that! Doesn't that mean I should also cuckold him, since he doesn't mind anyway?
(VII) The Hardships of Love
Da Hai and I dated in this way without anyone noticing, not even my husband.
Sometimes, even when my husband was home, I would say I had business to attend to and go out to meet Da Hai, and he wouldn't suspect a thing.
The more I saw Da Hai, the more I realized how pathetic my husband was, and the more I looked down on him. I really regretted choosing such a husband; why did I ever choose him! This made me want to be with Da Hai even more.
When we dated, we always had a Platonic love. Da Hai was no longer satisfied; he wanted to break through my last line of defense. I was also going through a lot of emotional turmoil, especially when Da Hai touched my breasts and suckled them. When we were together, I was almost on the verge of collapse. I almost wanted him to penetrate me, but I painfully gave up. Only when I got home and was with my husband did I close my eyes and imagine that I was with Dahai, and I actually reached orgasm quickly.
Every time this happened, Dahai looked very uncomfortable, and I felt bad for him. I said to Dahai, "Why don't we go somewhere else, somewhere where no one knows us?" Dahai agreed. He said, "Let's go to the ancient city of Jingzhou for a weekend." I said, "Okay, you can make the arrangements."
The ancient city no longer held any appeal for us. Our main purpose was to avoid people's attention and not just be all lovey-dovey in the car.
Dahai booked a room at the Hongyuan Hotel, and we checked in. His long-held desire made him eagerly embrace me. In his arms, my heart raced, and an electric shock of happiness surged through me. My brain was so excited I felt dizzy, completely at Dahai's mercy. I don't know when Dahai undressed me; I only regained consciousness when he entered me. A feeling different from my husband filled my body, gradually arousing me. Before I reached my climax, Dahai couldn't resist any longer.
We went into the bathroom together, and Dahai helped me wash. He carefully washed every part of my body, and I enjoyed the touch of his hands on my skin.
While showering, I realized Dahai was truly robust, with dark skin but a strong physique—completely different from my husband and Mengqi. My husband was thin and frail, with a slightly hunched back, no muscle in his chest or arms; his arms and thighs were the same thickness, giving him a sickly appearance. Mengqi, on the other hand, was tall and thin like a stick, with joints that looked like knuckles. Dahai's body exuded a sense of power; everything about him was large—his hands, his feet, even his genitals were large. No wonder I felt such a strong sensation.
After we showered, Dahai carried me to the bedroom bed, holding me close and kissing me. I said, "How come everything about you is so big!"
"Isn't your husband big?"
"Not as big as you."
"Let me meet your husband sometime."
"He's a weakling; you'll look down on him."
"Then how come you, so beautiful, fell for him?"
"He was my classmate. After he went to university, I thought he'd changed, that he'd be successful. Who knew he'd only know how to study and nothing else?"
"I only served in the army; I didn't study much."
"But you've still gained a lot of knowledge through practice, and you're much more successful than him."
Dahai became excited again, and he entered me once more, this time I felt him penetrate even deeper.
Like Meng Qi, Dahai gave his all when he was with me, but ultimately, he too collapsed, exhausted. I found it strange. He's so strong, how come he's not as good as my husband in that kind of thing? My husband can do it four times a night, but he's exhausted after only three. And I noticed his heart was beating very fast; I thought he was just too excited.
On our way back, while we were eating, we ran into my classmate. He looked at me and Dahai with surprise. Luckily, Dahai knew him too, because this classmate worked in the bureau's car fleet, and Dahai often used his car when he was in charge of the reception office. Dahai said something to him, and he no longer seemed surprised that we were together. Instead, he greeted me first, quickly masking my embarrassment.

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