The Strange Man's Wife

I've slept with over thirty women, some young, some beautiful, but this time was the most exciting.

This happened ten years ago. He was from the same city as me. I didn't know him personally, only his picture. His wife was in her thirties then, 160cm tall and 56kg. She was originally a very traditional woman, raised with traditional values, and never imagined she would cheat. (He was a very special man. Perhaps he felt unworthy of his wife. When they first got married, he didn't want her to have contact with other men, and he was even unhappy if she spoke to any men.) Ten years ago, he had a mistress, which his wife found out about. They argued a lot during that time, but if he had changed his mind, his wife was prepared to forgive him. However, he continued to see that woman, and their basic marital relations decreased more and more.

By April 2004, they hadn't had sex for three months, not even a hug. They argued constantly, or gave each other the silent treatment. He thought his wife was so traditional that she couldn't possibly have other ideas, but he was too "confident." During that time, his wife was particularly upset and went online to chat, which is how she met me. We chatted very well, and she told me all about her unhappiness. Listening to her story, and thinking about the chaste and alluring body on the other side of the computer screen, I felt a surge of heat rising from my lower body. From then on, I kept her company online. Over the next three months, our relationship became very good, and I gradually became her confidante. She, on the other hand, had a desire to get revenge on her husband, was curious about extramarital sex, and had developed an emotional dependence on him. Soon, I suggested meeting in person. We arranged to meet three times before I finally met her. Her face was above average, and she had a sexy figure, fair skin, and exceptionally smooth and delicate skin (I only found this out later—an unexpected bonus). She was dressed appropriately, and seemed nervous and shy—a typical respectable woman. We only exchanged a few words during our first meeting before she said she had to leave.

We met again soon after, then had dinner and sang karaoke. During our fourth meeting, we sang a love song together, hugged, and kissed. At this point, I knew I had her wrapped around my finger, but I still needed the right opportunity and the right touch. After chatting for another week, I felt she was ready to accept me. After dinner, I told her we were going to a new place, and she agreed, thinking it was a new karaoke bar. When the taxi took us to the hotel, she turned pale with fright. She didn't dare to say anything in the car and secretly tugged at my clothes. I pretended not to notice and got out of the car. She started to have second thoughts, so I immediately opened the car door for her. Afraid that the taxi driver would notice something, she got out, but she kept shaking her head nervously and insisted on getting back in. Later, I learned that although she was angry and had thought about getting revenge on her husband, and also longed for sex (actually, she was very good at sex), she wasn't mentally prepared for actually cheating. When the opportunity to cheat was suddenly presented to her, she panicked. I immediately did some "sincere" persuasion, and she said, "You go up first and wait for me." After I booked the room, I waited upstairs, but after a while, instead of her, I received a text message from her saying, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. My heart is pounding so hard. I'm leaving. Find someone else. I'm really sorry." The prize I was about to win slipped away, but the wife's shy expression and dignified demeanor deeply moved me. This is what makes men more infatuated. If the story ended here, he would surely feel fortunate; his wife's fair and sexy body was still virgin. Even with seduction skills, without a bit of luck or seizing the opportunity, he might have failed completely. For the next two weeks, she didn't go online, nor did she answer my calls or reply to my texts. Just when I was feeling overwhelmed, he did me a huge favor.

That day, he and his wife had a fight, and she stormed out of the house. I happened to text him to meet up, unaware of their recent argument. I hadn't held out much hope, but to my surprise, his wife texted back "Agreed." Wow! I was almost there! My excitement soared.

The wait downstairs for the married woman felt long and exciting. Soon, she finally arrived. As she walked in, I told her her room number. She kept her head down and didn't look at me (later, she told me that she felt like a thief, always feeling like everyone was watching her). As we went upstairs, I followed behind, watching her swaying hips. Thinking about how I could soon have my way with her sexy, fair skin, I got incredibly hard. I walked with my back hunched to avoid being seen. When we got to the room, she leaned against the bed, not daring to look at me. She stared at a corner opposite me, motionless. My months-long dream was finally about to come true, and I was thrilled. I went up to her, and as soon as I embraced her, she suddenly trembled and said urgently, "No, it's too late, let's talk about it later." (On the way here, she had already mentally prepared herself, and once inside the room, she knew she was about to cheat on me. But at the moment of actual infidelity, she hesitated. After all, she was still a virgin, and only a woman who had been with her husband could understand what cheating meant.) I wouldn't give her another chance to escape. I held her tightly and gently spoke my heart (by then, I also liked her). Her hands finally loosened, and with her tacit consent, I immediately slipped my hands inside her clothes. Wow, full, soft breasts! Then my right hand went under her skirt and into her panties, touching her hairy, slippery area (she hadn't had sex for three months and was extremely craving it). I quickly stripped myself naked, then took off her skirt, panties, and top. As I was about to remove her bra, she said, "Leave one for me, give me some dignity." But at that moment, she didn't... She wouldn't let go, but I still took it off and pushed her down onto the bed (she lay down sideways, thankfully the bed was big). She turned her head away, and the exciting moment arrived. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, while her husband was still at home gloating over his victory in an argument with his wife, in a room not far away, his wife shyly revealed her usually hidden secrets to a man other than her husband for the first time. My dream finally came true. I parted his wife's fair and sexy legs, and amidst the freshness, the slight awkwardness, the shyness, the sob, and the glistening tear, I watched... The married woman's complex expressions—shame, depravity, novelty, thrill, excitement—were as she fucked his fair and sexy wife... Wow! The wet and warm passage, the tight grip, the passionate thrusting that made "plop" sounds filling the entire room—it was the first time her full breasts were being penetrated into that hairy area. Watching his big cock thrust in and out of another man's wife's hairy pussy was so exciting. And the moment she was penetrated, all the repressed sexuality inside her exploded. She completely surrendered to his big cock, giving the most beautiful sex of her life to this man who was originally a stranger to her without reservation. I lay on top of her, making her put two fingers on her vulva, wedging them on either side of my penis. As I thrust in and out, I let her feel the part that originally belonged only to her husband being fucked by my big penis. Then I made her kneel on the bed, holding her big white buttocks, my big penis rubbing against her tender white flesh as I fucked her wet vagina. Playing with her white buttocks while fucking someone else's wife was fucking me, it was so damn exciting. At the most exciting moment, I switched to the missionary position, watching her blush and moan as she was fucked beneath me, the sense of conquest and possessiveness was greatly satisfied. After she reached orgasm, I fucked her powerfully dozens more times, finally thrusting deep inside her, my big penis spurting white semen deep into her vagina. Watching her shyly accept my semen, and her sticky vagina after being fucked, it was so satisfying!

That day, his wife became very wet after I made her. She didn't look at me the entire time, and dared not look at my large penis that had taken her virginity. After being fucked, she went home with mixed feelings. She later said that when she got home, her husband was home, but he ignored her. He didn't know that his traditionally chaste wife had already been fucked by me. At that moment, her once plump and sexy legs were a sticky mess, and her vagina still had traces of my semen. After getting home, his wife didn't speak to him, went straight into the bathroom, showered, and then washed all her clothes.

For the next few days, his wife ignored me. While losing her virginity after marriage didn't cause any physical changes, the psychological impact was no less significant than the tearing of her hymen. Meanwhile, I was immersed in the joy of enjoying a married woman's first time—it was so exciting! The next day, I asked her out again, but she refused to see me, saying she wasn't a good woman anymore. I tried to persuade her for a long time. At that time, she was experiencing both the pain of losing her virginity and the sexual satisfaction of her first affair. I tried my best to persuade her, and finally, amidst her husband's indifference and her longing for sex, we met again. The second time, as I was fucking her from behind, I asked her: "Do you like me fucking you?" She would moan and say: "Yes" (only two words, too embarrassed to say the whole thing). I pressed: "What do you like?" She said: "I like you…". I pressed her further, asking, "What do you like me to do?" I insisted she answer while thrusting into her forcefully. She moaned softly, "I like you... I like you fucking me!" Wow, hearing that excited me so much! I fucked her hard for a while. (Later she told me that after she got home that day, she felt pain all over her body, saying I was too rough.) I aroused the most wonderful sexual desire in this married woman; that kind of performance in bed was something only I could experience (her husband had never experienced it). Her quiet exterior, ultimately being fucked to the point of ecstasy, her body and soul completely betraying her husband—it was so exhilarating, the ultimate sense of accomplishment. The third time, she initiated the meeting, taking the initiative to... She offered her body to me so I could hold her big white ass and fuck her. Later, we fucked many more times. Then, his wife sensed her husband was suddenly treating her better, couldn't handle the pressure, and broke up with me. After that, we'd occasionally meet and chat for a while. Once, during a chat, she said she was incredibly regretful. She said she'd received a traditional education and never imagined she'd cheat, feeling her whole life had changed, that she no longer had any sense of chastity, that she'd let her husband down, and that she'd let herself down, sometimes even contemplating suicide. A few more years passed like this. We just chatted and became ordinary friends. She confided in me when she had problems, and I helped her.

About two years ago, he became sexually impotent, his temper suddenly turned strange, and he started treating his wife badly and keeping a close eye on her (he didn't know I had already slept with her; he still thought she was virgin). This gave me another opportunity. One night, while we were chatting, she told me her husband was away on a business trip. I said I wanted to go to her house and have sex with her. At first, she disagreed, saying she could do it outside, but at home she felt too guilty towards her husband. I kept persuading her, and she hesitated a lot. During the call, she almost cried, but having sex with someone else's wife at someone else's house was really exciting, so I persuaded her for over an hour (ha, not easy, right?). Finally, she agreed. I went to her house that night, and right there on her bed, watching him... The photos showed that I had sex with his wife. She was extremely nervous, afraid to make a sound. The more nervous she was, the more exciting it was for me to have sex with her. Although she was quite voluptuous, she was very fair-skinned and her genitals were very sexy. Holding his wife's soft, white body, especially her big white ass, and fucking her was so exhilarating. I fucked her for half an hour, then ejaculated inside her! So good! The semen flowed from his wife's hairy vagina and onto his bed sheets. This was the first time she had been fucked by another man in her own home. Exciting!

Last year, I went to his house again and had sex with his wife. I had met her online, chatted for a while, and got really into it. I said it would be great if I could have sex with her again. Coincidentally, her husband was sleeping, and she said we could go to her other house (she owns three houses), so we went. But she became very nervous after entering the room, always afraid that her husband would suddenly come in. Ha, after a few words of comfort, she took off her clothes, spread her fair legs, and I thrust into her. It's so good to fuck someone else's wife, especially in someone else's house, it's even more exciting. I thrust in and out, and then I made her put my big cock in front of her. She said it was really big, but it was dark. I asked if she wanted my big black cock to fuck her. She said "yes." Ha, compared to nine years ago when she first cheated on me and I fucked her, her body had changed a bit, but it was still very smooth and very fair. The hairy area at the base of her thighs was sexy and alluring, and it was always wet and slippery, with a tight grip, making it incredibly comfortable to fuck. I fucked her hard for over twenty minutes, then ejaculated inside... After ejaculating, she went back to her usual home with semen in her mouth. She felt refreshed afterwards!

Luckily, he didn't know any of this; if he did, he would hate me to death. He's still somewhat perverted towards his wife, and she still secretly lets me have sex with her. I think he's pitiful in a way; he's constantly on edge, keeping a close eye on her, even choosing to go out when she's on her period. But he doesn't know that after every date with his wife, I have sex with her, and she comes home with my semen between her legs. When he questions her, her hairy crotch is a mess from my actions. He's also hateful in a way; he treats his wife very badly. Such a chaste and traditional woman, he's forced her to cheat. What do you all think?

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