I love my husband deeply, but I still cheated on him.

I'm 30 years old and work at a bank. I'm 1.67 meters tall and quite thin. My husband often teases me during sex, saying it's like bones fighting, and I only weigh 47 kilograms. My husband, Weili, is four years older than me. He works in management at a company office. For the past five years since we got married, we've been very loving and have a three-year-old son.

Married life has been relatively uneventful, but as I've gotten used to it, I've settled into a normal life like most people. This summer, a chance encounter changed my family life.

One evening, my child went to his grandmother's house. I was knitting, and my husband was online. Having nothing to do, I went to the study, intending to chat with him while knitting. But when I opened the door, I was shocked to see that he had turned off the computer screen. I assumed he was chatting with a girl online, and in a fit of anger, I insisted on turning the screen back on to see what he was doing.

My husband, feeling pressured by my anger, had no choice but to reluctantly turn the screen back on. I sat down at the computer and noticed that my husband had been reading nothing but erotic articles about infidelity and their experiences, along with several explicit photos. I angrily confronted him, asking why he was looking at such trivial things. He simply said, "Just browsing." Then he added, "Look closely, it's actually quite interesting."

Although I continued to scold him, my eyes were unconsciously drawn to the article he was reading. It seemed to be about a married woman's feelings about having an affair. Some of the psychological details and plot points were described in great detail. As I read, I felt a warm sensation down there. Then, my husband, standing behind me, gently grasped my breast and began to knead it softly. Soon, my whole body felt hot, but my eyes remained glued to the text on the screen. My husband pulled me up, sat behind me, and pulled down his already meager panties. "Mmm—" Before I could react, my husband had already inserted his penis into me and was gently thrusting. Because I had been reading the erotic descriptions and her feelings in the article, my body reacted quite quickly, and I reached orgasm in no time.

At that moment, my husband picked me up, moved me to the sofa, spread my legs, and penetrated me again, saying, "You seem to have come very quickly today."

I playfully hit him, "It's not because of those erotic articles you read."

My husband gently asked, "Were you excited by them?"

I nodded shyly.

To be honest, since having children, I hadn't experienced such intense excitement and orgasm in a long time. After having children, women often have to deal with their husbands in this area, and the feeling isn't as good as before. But today, the feeling my husband gave me was like being suddenly transported to "heaven." While my husband was penetrating me, my mind was filled with the descriptions of sexual desire and the content of the erotic photos I had just read. The men's penises in the photos looked much bigger and longer than my husband's. Unconsciously, I hugged my husband tighter, opening my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his hardness, allowing it to penetrate even deeper.

During my husband's thrusting, I felt like I was entering paradise time and time again. With another thrust, he collapsed on top of me, motionless. Then, I felt a warm current flowing into me, and my whole body felt relaxed.

We lay on the sofa for a while before going to the bathroom. That

night, lying in bed, I told my husband that I hadn't felt like this in a long time. He teased me, saying, "I didn't expect you to get aroused after reading these articles."

Embarrassed by his words, I hid in his arms and refused to come out.

The next day at work, Zhang Li, the vice president in charge of our department, noticed my drowsy eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

I just smiled at him and continued working.

Zhang Li was usually very caring towards me; in his forties, he seemed like an older brother to me—1.78 meters tall, and very dashing in his clothes. But today, for some reason, when I looked at him, I unconsciously stared at his crotch several times, something I had never thought of before.

While working, I was constantly embarrassed by my earlier gaze. I kept asking myself, "What's wrong with me today?"

Although I was supposed to be working, only I knew that the images and words from yesterday's screen kept replaying in my mind. I felt hot all day.

When I got home in the evening, my husband said he was entertaining guests. I hurriedly ate dinner, and then, almost unconsciously, turned on the computer and went to the history section, finding the website I had visited the night before. And then, for the first time in my life, I masturbated.

When I woke up in the morning, I found my husband still fast asleep beside me.

The next day at work, Zhang Li informed me early in the morning that the bank had approved in principle the 15 million yuan loan for Zhengda Software. We would have a routine meeting with the software company at 3 pm that afternoon, and I should prepare the documents and attend. Since I was responsible for analyzing corporate loan projects, my written opinion was usually required before a final loan decision. Therefore, lending institutions generally treated me with great respect. I had become quite familiar with the finance department and the general manager in charge of finance at Zhengda Software through multiple interactions. So I called my husband and told him I wouldn't be home for dinner tonight. I hadn't expected him to be so busy these days; he said he might go to Shenzhen today and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I'm used to his business trips anyway. I just told him on the phone to drink less and be careful, and then hung up. At 3 PM, Vice President Zhang Li took me to the White Swan Hotel for a routine meeting. Because of a few unclear issues, we discussed it until almost 7 PM.

After the meeting, the software company, as usual, very warmly treated us to dinner; four of them accompanied us. I don't usually drink much, but that night at the dinner table, I seemed a little distracted. I drank a little, and my mind started wandering back to all sorts of random thoughts.

After dinner, I don't know what time it was, but at their invitation, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to relax a bit. I usually refuse, but I thought my husband might not be home tonight, so it wouldn't matter if we stayed out a little late.

So, I nodded, half-asleep.

We went to the hotel's karaoke room, and everyone started drinking again. Then, Zhang Li asked if I wanted to go dancing. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't hesitate and followed Zhang Li's hand to the dance floor. The dance hall was very dark; I couldn't see anything clearly. It was only because Zhang Li was holding my hand that I didn't bump into anyone. While Zhang Li was holding me, he would often intentionally or unintentionally tug at my body, so we often bumped into each other in the darkness.

After I gradually adjusted to the darkness, I realized that many people were dancing together, embracing each other. Because it was a slow dance, everyone on the dance floor seemed very close. Zhang Li only occasionally tugged at me to prevent me from bumping into others. But I hadn't danced in a long time, and I often couldn't keep my steps. I gently said to Zhang Li, "This isn't suitable for me anymore. Let's go back." "

It's okay," Zhang Li said. "It's rare for you to be in such a relaxed mood, and besides, your husband isn't home. Have some fun."

After Zhang Li finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist pull me forcefully towards him. Still slightly tipsy, I thought, "Yeah, what's wrong with dancing anyway?" So, I casually put my other hand on his shoulder as well. At that moment, Zhang Li's two hands naturally rested on my waist, and the distance between us suddenly became much closer. I could even smell his scent. I closed my eyes and thought it smelled quite nice, and I felt a warm sensation all over my body.

Slowly, to the strains of Yu Yang's dance music, I felt Zhang Li's hands gently caressing my back. It felt so comfortable and warm. My husband hadn't done this to me in years. Perhaps influenced by my emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.

"You smell so good,"

Zhang Li murmured softly in my ear.

"You too," he replied.

Then, I felt Zhang Li's hand gently cup the upper part of my buttocks and push inwards. Because I was wearing a thin skirt, I could clearly feel his erection pressing against me.

"No! Don't do this!"

I said weakly.

"After today, everything will be as usual. I don't mean any harm—"

Actually, I didn't want to push him away, but out of a woman's unique shyness. With his movements, my entire body was pressed against his. Zhang Li's hands on my back moved more and more freely. In no time, his entire back was covered, and he had even caressed my buttocks.

When his hand was on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually slipped one hand between my buttocks, rubbing it back and forth.

"No, don't do this, someone will see," I cried.

He ignored me, continuing his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully.

At that moment, I felt numb, wanting to push him away, but only making a token gesture. I let his tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I involuntarily responded, sucking on his tongue. It was much softer than my husband's.

At this moment, I felt myself getting wet down there, my whole body in a state of indescribable excitement.

Gradually, I could feel one of his hands touching my breasts. Because I was wearing a shirt issued by the bank, and the top few buttons were not fastened, he easily slipped one hand inside and pinched and played with my nipple.

Under his caresses, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away with all my might, saying I felt stuffy and wanted to go out for some fresh air. He very considerately agreed to my request, and we went back to the KTV room together.

Once in the room, I was confused and afraid they would notice something, so I sat down, feeling very uncomfortable down there from what he had done. I checked my phone and saw that my husband had called several times.

I thought about calling him back, but just as I was about to, Zhang Kai said, "It's getting late, and we have a lot of things to do at the bank tomorrow morning, so let's call it a day." Seeing that Zhang Kai said this, the software company people got up and escorted us to his door. After saying goodbye, we left.

On the way back, I didn't say a word, my face burning red.

Then, Zhang Li, while driving, placed one hand on my thigh. I tried to pull away, but he still firmly grasped it and intentionally touched my genitals.

"Don't do that!" I protested.

As we passed the park near the martyrs' cemetery, the car turned in.

"What are you doing?"

he ignored me.

He stopped the car in a very quiet spot. Slowly, he said to me, "I want to kiss you again. I've missed you for so long."

Without even asking my consent, he suddenly hugged me tightly. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all. So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Soon, all the buttons on my shirt were undone, and he kept kissing my exposed breasts. He even bit my nipples

and started sucking. His kisses aroused me again. Unconsciously, I hugged his head and started touching it.

Then, he moved one of my hands down to his crotch and unzipped his pants. I tried to pull my hand back, but couldn't. Instead, I instinctively grabbed his already erect penis and started stroking it. His penis didn't seem as thick as my husband's, but it was definitely longer. Yet, my mind started comparing his penis to those online.

After touching his penis, I felt like my body was on fire, and I kissed him. His hands weren't idle either; he lifted my skirt, pulled my shorts aside, and inserted himself. Unlike my husband, who just thrust back and forth, he rubbed it left and right, up and down. In his hands, I quickly reached orgasm.

Then, he told me to go to his back, and I knew what he meant. I disagreed. I said, "That's enough for today, we've already gone too far."

He didn't force me, just told me to pull him out and pressed my head down. I didn't really want to kiss his penis; once it was exposed, the car would be filled with the smell of his penis. I wanted to go home early, in case my husband came back, something might happen.

But after his repeated requests, I reluctantly took it into my mouth. At first, he thrust, almost reaching deep into my throat, and I continued to suck and stroke him. One of his hands was still inside me, and the other was caressing my breasts.

Just then, my phone rang again. Ignoring his attempts to stop me, I answered. It was my husband calling from Shenzhen. He asked why I wasn't home so late, saying he definitely wouldn't be back tonight. I told him I was working overtime and would be home soon. Overtime is common in the banking system. My husband just said he'd call me when he got home because he was worried. Even while I was on the phone with him, he didn't stop assaulting me. Instead, he thrust his hand into my genitals even harder, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I tried my best to control my emotions so my husband wouldn't overhear. After hanging up, I don't know why, but I suddenly pounced on him and bit his shoulder hard. At the same time, I grabbed his penis and started stroking it vigorously. I immediately felt something warm in my hand; his penis was throbbing in my hand. I knew he had ejaculated, and a lot of it. His semen was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.

We hugged like that for a while before letting go.

"I have to go home," I said to him.

He reversed the car towards my house with his pants unbuttoned. While he was driving, I only buttoned my own clothes, my bra was still down. I felt completely soaked. Seeing the smug look in his eyes as he drove, I would occasionally reach out and pinch his cheek and grab his already limp penis. On the way back, I squeezed his penis until it became hard several times. I could tell he was also very uncomfortable, but he could only let me do as I pleased while he was driving. When we arrived

at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights due to construction. He offered to drive me to the elevator, as it was late and I was indeed a little scared, and the security guards were all outside. So I agreed to his request.

When I got out of the car, I noticed his pants were open and reminded him to button them up. He said it was okay, no one could see me at night except you. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored him and walked ahead.

When we got to the building, I saw two elevators on the first floor and told him we could go. He looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he said, "I saw you go into the elevator,"

so I didn't stand on ceremony, went into the elevator myself, waved to him, and went in.

When I reached my floor and was about to open my apartment door, someone suddenly grabbed me, startling me. I didn't know what to do. I turned around and saw it was him! He had followed me in another elevator. I was about to say how dare he be so bold, not afraid of being seen, when he covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand to open my door. As

soon as the door closed, we kissed passionately again.

In the darkness, he gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but my underwear. After struggling to turn on the light, I realized I was completely exposed to him, and I didn't know what to do to cover myself.

In his burning gaze, I knew what he was going to do next. But I couldn't refuse him anymore. He carried me to the sofa, and he quickly undressed himself. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.

I felt him sitting on the sofa, with me between his bodies, my genitals completely exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My whole body was burning, and I could feel something constantly gushing out from below. In waves.

Suddenly, he kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for five years, and he has never kissed me there before. I could feel his hardness pressing against my buttocks. He spread my thighs, kissed me, and sucked hard. His sucking made me feel increasingly weak, as if he had hollowed me out. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something—a feeling I had never experienced before, utterly wonderful.

After a long while, when his attention returned to my breasts, I finally came to my senses. I felt completely drained.

He said, "Can you kiss me here again?"

By this time, I had no courage to refuse. I obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and kissed his erect penis.

"It stinks!" I spat out his overflowing semen and said to him.

He very considerately said to me, "Shall we go wash up before we play?"

Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded.

Then I told him to sit for a while while I went to wash up.

But as soon as I finished filling the tub, he came in from behind and gently hugged me, saying, "Let me help you wash."

I didn't know I would be so obedient at that moment, standing obediently in the bathtub, letting him pour the bath gel over my body. He washed me very gently, especially when washing my breasts, which made my genitals very wet. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He put some bath gel on his hands and gently rubbed my genitals, saying as he washed, "You are such a beauty, your vulva is so prominent, and the pubic hair looks so carefully groomed. Your breasts are much fuller than I imagined, even after having children, I can still feel how firm they are—"

I was filled with emotion by his praise as he touched me.

After he finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too."

So I carefully washed him from head to toe. He said that no one had ever washed him before, not even his wife. He said he was very excited, and even though we were in the bathroom, I could see his eyes were a little wet.

While I was washing his penis, he jumped up again, and soon it was hard. Only then did I have time to look at his penis closely. Although we were both men, we looked completely different. His glans was large, but the shaft wasn't very thick. He said he had been circumcised before. I couldn't help but rinse it with water, then gently bit his glans and rubbed it. While biting his glans, I could feel his semen seeping out, and although it tasted strange, I swallowed it. I sucked on his penis and stroked it with my hand.

"The phone's ringing,"

he reminded me.

I didn't hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So I quickly put him down and answered the phone without even drying myself.

It was my husband calling, and because I was wet, I had to stand to answer. After a while, I saw him come over with a towel and gently dry me. My husband had probably had too much to drink; he kept talking on the phone, and I couldn't put him down, because I usually listen to him very patiently.

After he finished drying me, he gently lifted me up from the phone, and he sat on the sofa while I sat on his lap to listen to my husband's call. We were both naked, and I could feel his penis getting hard beneath me.

At first, he patiently stroked my back, but then he lifted my hand and started kissing my breast. His sucking made my voice distort when I spoke to my husband. My husband asked me what was wrong on the other end of the line, and I said nothing, just mosquitoes biting me.

But before I could finish speaking, he gently bit my nipple. It was both funny and frustrating. I had to answer my husband's phone calls here, and also deal with his increasingly harassing behavior. Later, he simply put his hand inside me again. I glared at him several times, but it was no use; I had no choice but to

let him do as he pleased. He pressed my body against the sofa, raising my buttocks high. I didn't know what he wanted to do; I thought he just wanted to see my vulva again. But unexpectedly, he suddenly thrust his penis inside me. I cried out "Ouch!" on the phone. My husband asked what was wrong, and I turned around and pushed him away, telling him that another big mosquito had bitten me, leaving a huge welt.

My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing.

At this point, he started thrusting from behind. I simply didn't have the energy to answer my husband's calls anymore. I just quickly told him, "I can't take it anymore, I'll call you back later," and hung up.

I lay on the sofa, trying to turn around several times, but he forcefully blocked me. With his vigorous thrusting, I experienced another orgasm.

His penis was noticeably deeper than my husband's. My husband needs me to sit on top of him to get to that position, but he easily penetrated all the way in. And while he was doing it, he kept swaying from side to side, making my entire body feel incredibly comfortable.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside.

I said it was up to him, even though I really wanted him to. But the way he asked made me feel good. After a few more thrusts, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew he had ejaculated all of it inside me. Then, he held me from behind and stood still.

After a while, I told him he couldn't penetrate me while I was on the phone, because if my husband found out, it would be a big problem. But he didn't say anything. He carried me to the bathroom.

When I came out again, I was completely weak, my legs were trembling. Then I remembered my husband was waiting for my call, so I lay down in the bedroom and called him.

My husband didn't notice anything unusual; he just told me to rest and then hung up.

When I called my husband, I thought he was getting dressed to go home. But to my surprise, he walked in naked.

"This is your wedding photo,"

he said, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."

He then lay down beside me and gently stroked me. Looking at his now-soft penis, I couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I played with his penis and asked, "Can it get hard again?"

"If you want it, it can get hard again."

I said, "I don't believe you."

"I want more," I joked.

He smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and pressed down on me, saying, "Really want more?"

I nodded with a grin. As I looked up, I saw my wedding photo with my husband, and a momentary unease flashed through my heart.

However, with his kisses, I quickly forgot about it. At this moment, I noticed that his penis, after the second round of play, wasn't very hard anymore; it was soft no matter how I touched it.

Then, he asked me in my ear, "Is your husband's penis big?"

I didn't really want to answer this question; I didn't want to think about my husband. But I couldn't resist his repeated questioning, so I told him the truth: "Not as long as yours, but a bit thicker."

"How does your husband usually make love with you?"

I hesitated for a long time before telling him, "Since having children, I haven't felt this excited for a long time. When my husband needs it, he often lies on top of me, and after penetration, I rarely have an orgasm—"

As I spoke, I felt his penis gradually hardening again in my hand. I felt so strange; he was so amazing. To thank him for the excitement he brought me tonight, I crawled up to his penis and kissed it again.

His penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and immediately he wanted to penetrate me again.

I said, "I can't take it anymore. It feels like I've already chafed it raw. If you do it again, I won't be able to serve my husband when he comes home tomorrow."

Saying this, I sucked hard with my mouth. I knew he had ejaculated twice in a row, and it would take a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband once told me that to tire a mature man before he ejaculates, you should lick the glans penis where he ejaculates, and ideally, constantly stimulate the inside with your hand. When I was pregnant, I often stimulated my husband like that.

After I did this on top of him, I could feel him in great discomfort, tossing and turning. When my hand started to get tired, he forcefully pressed my head down, preventing me from lifting it. I had no choice but to suck on his penis, "thump, thump, thump—" Although it wasn't much, he reached another orgasm under my kisses.

I took it all in. It tasted awful.

Finally, it was past midnight when he left. We kissed for a long time at the door. I told him it was the first and last time. In the years that followed, although he often told me privately that he wanted to be with me, I always refused. I thought, once is okay, twice is okay, but if it happens too many times, perhaps the feeling I imagined won't be there anymore.

I still love my husband very much…

(The End)
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