My Wife's Story

This is my lover's true story. Today, after I showed her the article I wrote about our date, she wrote her own love story with my encouragement. It's absolutely true, and I hope everyone will leave comments and offer encouragement. I will share more exciting content with you in the future, including the story of our date. Please forgive any shortcomings in my writing; my writing skills are limited. Below is her story. I am a woman in my thirties, not particularly beautiful but still quite attractive. Before the summer of 2017, I lived what most people would consider a happy and fulfilling life. My husband and I had stable jobs, owned a house and a car, and had a lovely child. My daily life consisted of just two points: work and home. On weekends, I would have small gatherings with friends, classmates, and colleagues, but they were all women; if any men were involved, they were always with their families or had other people present. In other words, I never ate or went out alone with any man.
In June 2017, things changed. My husband and I had a small argument and were in a cold war. I was in a terrible mood, and my best friend added me to a group chat, saying that people often sent red envelopes (digital cash gifts) there, and suggested I chat in the group to clear my head. To be honest, I don't have the habit of chatting with strangers or joining groups. In that group, I only knew my best friend and J, a classmate's ex-lover.
I'd only met J a few times, just passing by on the street. To be honest, I looked down on my classmate's lifestyle, and therefore felt the same way about J, not taking him seriously at all. But I did know some things about them. J was really good to my classmate, always there for her, incredibly considerate; from the smallest household chores to expensive watches; he took her parents to the hospital, and her daughter to school and tutoring classes, always at her beck and call. He was also incredibly good to his ex-lover, for five years straight. At the same time, my classmate was always surrounded by many men, and J knew it too. He always knew she'd slept with many men over those five years, but J didn't mind, saying as long as she had him in her heart. Until recently, one of the men my classmate had been seeing… but on the condition that she break up with J. Thus, J's five years of devotion came to an end. Here, I'll timidly declare that my looks aren't any less than my classmate's.
Anyway, back to the story. Since I only knew my best friend and J in the group chat, I probably interacted with J more. Also, because I was in a bad mood, I was quite unrestrained in the group. After chatting in the group for about a week or two, J added me as a friend. I arrogantly replied, "Are we that close? No." Two days later, my best friend told me about it, saying that J was quite embarrassed by my reply. I also felt that the joke had gone a bit too far, so I immediately asked my best friend to send me his contact information and add him.
From then on, we were hooked up. We chatted on WeChat constantly, the kind of chat that's really intense. I always replied to his messages instantly, and I always answered his questions truthfully. I loved him calling me "darling," and I loved him calling me "my dear darling." We would chat until the wee hours of the morning, and even send a message when I got up to go to the bathroom. This feeling was truly wonderful! I rediscovered the feeling of being in love like a young girl!
The first time we met as lovers was when I took my child to her piano lesson in the evening. We chatted out of boredom. He said he had errands to run, and I casually asked if he was passing by my place. He said no. But when he arrived in 30 minutes, I texted him again, but he didn't reply. I knew he was already driving. Thirty minutes later, he arrived, and I was completely flustered, incoherent, and fled. The meeting never lasted more than five minutes before I said I had to pick up my child. My lover wrote so much; it must have been hard work. She also hopes you will leave comments to awaken her latent lust. There will be more stories about us having video sex, real-life sex, and me online "training" her. Below is what she wrote, in which the male protagonist's wife had sex with him several times under his arrangement. I haven't made any deletions or additions. She likes seeing other people's comments and teasing, so please leave comments. We met several more times, limited to simple hugs or forehead kisses when parting, and my own fickle nature—my fickleness stemming from my inability to overcome my inner struggles. Infidelity was a word I always despised. I wavered between morality and passion. After a few meetings, I knew that if I didn't give in, it would be pretentious and affected. But giving in right away was something I couldn't bring myself to do. Man proposes, God disposes; on the morning of our meeting, my period started. He picked me up at noon, asked, "Where are we going?" I replied directly, "To a hotel to sleep." In the room, I slept fully clothed while he took a shower. It was the first time, and I was really reserved. Even with all the lights off and the curtains drawn, the light felt too bright. I was embarrassed to look at him, and he wasn't relaxed either. When he came over wearing only his underwear, I was incredibly shy. I told him, "I'm not going to shower anymore, let's go to sleep." Actually, I had specially washed and changed clothes at home to wait for him. He lay down beside me, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. I secretly peeked at his body—strong and powerful; then I peeked at his… my underwear was practically bursting. He came over, took my hand, and pretended to be a gentleman, examining it. Then, he kissed my hand, my forehead, my face, my lips. I loved his French kisses—powerful and agile; I truly enjoyed it. It was a completely different feeling from my husband. He lifted my skirt, caressing my skin, but when he tried to unhook my bra, I stopped him. He then kissed me—my neck, my chest, my thighs, down to my calves, my toes. When he kissed my feet, I instinctively resisted; I felt my feet were dirty, even though I had just washed them at home, because my husband had never kissed me like that before. He said, "Sweetie, they're not dirty. Your beloved woman is never dirty." Hearing this, I was truly overwhelmed with emotion. I said, "Let's sleep, I'm on my period." He was so respectful to me, holding me close. I lay in his arms, wishing time could stop at that moment—I was filled with happiness. I closed my eyes, savoring the bliss of the moment. How could I possibly sleep? His penis was constantly pressing against my leg. He seemed to have dozed off for a while. When he woke up, I was still feigning sleep. He took my hand and placed it on his penis. It was really big. I'd only ever seen my first love's and my husband's penises, and this was so much bigger than theirs. According to his own description later, it was bigger than 70-80% of men's penises. He wasn't the type to exaggerate, so I believed him. He just let me hold his penis like that, without letting me masturbate him—it was really kind of him. We lay there quietly… I said, "I'm on my period, and my lower abdomen is uncomfortable. Could you rub it for me?" He immediately crawled under the covers and breathed on me to warm it. He then tried to kiss my vulva, but I stopped him, only letting him touch it through my underwear with his hand. Actually, I had already lost control. If it weren't for my period, I would have let him do it already. The first time we went to a hotel, I didn't let him see anything at three o'clock because I was really shy. He saw and kissed everything else... After that first time, I actually felt quite bad for him. He even joked that he was at a disadvantage because I touched him, but he didn't get to touch me. But his behavior made me feel that he was absolutely someone I could trust and entrust my feelings to. I was just waiting for my period to end so I could ask him out when I had time. For our second date, we chose the morning, thoughtfully choosing a small town where nobody knew me. We went to the supermarket and drank milk tea in the morning. Actually, as long as he was with me, I was happy doing anything. After lunch, we went to a hotel. Actually, I was still very nervous and shy when I entered the room. I turned on the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and drew the curtains. Thank goodness, the curtains were good at blocking out light this time, and the room was quite dark, so I probably wasn't so afraid and shy anymore. He was really gentle, saying "Sweetie, I'm going to do this and that" for everything he did. He went to take a shower first, and I don't remember if he wore underwear afterward. Then I went... I knew what was going to happen, so I carefully washed every inch of my skin, knowing he would kiss every part of me. After washing, I put all my clothes back on. My underwear wasn't dirty; I had used a panty liner before leaving, and now I took it off. Quietly, I lay down next to him. He saw me and asked, "You've washed?" I said yes. Then he said, "Why are you still dressed? Take off your outer clothes. It's uncomfortable to sleep in them, you're wearing underwear anyway." "Brother, it's summer, you're only wearing your underwear!" "Take them off," I said, though I was shy, but my purpose was clear. Wearing only my underwear, I crawled into bed. He reached out and hugged me, but didn't make any excessive moves. I extended an invitation, "Do you want me?" At this moment, he knew I was ready, and with a swift movement, he climbed on top of me. He kissed me while unhooking my bra. At this moment, I calmly asked him a question: "Can you truly love me? Because once I give my feelings, I can't take them back, you can't betray me!" He replied, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll treat you well. I won't leave you, I won't abandon you!" I had witnessed how good he was to his ex-lovers, so I believed him without a doubt. He moved from my mouth to my nipples, sucking on one while kneading the other. Before I knew it, my underwear was gone. Suddenly, he buried his head between my legs and kissed my vulva! I was stunned and immediately closed my legs, pushing his head back: "Dirty, no, dirty, no." He said, "Sweetheart, it's not dirty. A woman you love isn't dirty. I lick you because I like you." You probably won't believe it, but I'm over thirty and no one has ever given me oral sex. Of course, it might be because I haven't had many men—my shy first love and my conservative husband, although he could give me orgasms. He was my third man. Although I felt very embarrassed, the feeling of my vulva being kissed was really good. Under his coercion, I half-heartedly gave in. It felt so good, so good, every cell in my body was trembling from the kiss. He said, "Sweetie, when I'm old and can't fuck anymore, I'll lick you until you orgasm." I felt completely satisfied, both psychologically and physically. He licked me for a long time, until I was gushing and screaming. I'd been lusting after his penis since our first time in a hotel, and now I could finally enjoy it. I lay there, and he inserted his penis into my vagina. It felt so full; there wasn't a single gap, it was completely filled. He fucked me hard, rhythmically, rubbing my clitoris as he did so. I had never experienced sex like this before; he took me to a blissful paradise. This went on for a long time, at least twenty minutes. I really can't believe someone in their forties has such stamina; even my husband and first love couldn't do this when they were young. He was covered in sweat, exhausted, but he still hadn't ejaculated. During our intermission, we embraced and fell asleep. Actually, I didn't fall asleep; he was truly exhausted. He woke up from a nap, saw me beside him, and lay down again, putting his penis back into my vagina. I knew he had regained his strength and was back at it. This time, he put me on the sofa, squatted down, and fucked me. We both climaxed, and he ejaculated inside me. There was a lot of his semen; when I got up to wash, a lot of it spilled onto the sofa. After washing, he leisurely drank tea, and I was completely satisfied. But then he had more to do. He spread my legs and spat a mouthful of hot water into my vagina. A warm flow immediately came out, and when the water came out, he dried me off with a tissue. He repeated this twice, and I felt like I was dying of happiness.

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