My wife's confession of infidelity (1)

Foreword:
The following story is my wife's personal experience, which I've compiled and am sharing with you. The reason for using the first-person narrative is to better present my wife's emotional journey during her affair, from initial hesitation and anxiety to becoming deeply entangled and unable to extricate herself.
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My name is Zhao Xiaoli (pseudonym), I'm thirty-four years old, and I have an ordinary but happy family—a loving husband and an adorable son. Before I turned thirty-four, my life was fortunate and uneventful. Born into a traditional family, I've always been a traditional woman. I'm an only child; my parents are both state-owned enterprise cadres. They doted on me from a young age and disciplined me strictly, so I've always been law-abiding in life and work, never having any improper thoughts.
I also had a beautiful first love, giving my most precious girlish feelings, but this couldn't prevent us from parting ways after graduating from university. Later, my husband came into my life, I fell in love with him, and then we got married and had a child.
My husband is a tech guy. He's tall, handsome, and very talented. He co-owns an IT company with some friends, and their income is quite good. Most importantly, he loves me very much and is very considerate, and of course, I love him too. I admit I have a husband that many women envy, something that makes me feel proud and content whenever I think about it.
However, my husband is usually busy with his career and often travels for work, so he doesn't spend much time with me, which makes me feel lonely from time to time. But I'm still content; I know I can't ask for too much from God. Actually, over the years, many men have admired me and even pursued me, but I've remained unmoved. In my eyes, my husband is the most outstanding man, and family is my most important haven.
This peaceful and uneventful life is simple and fulfilling for a woman like me. I thought I would live like this with my husband for the rest of my life, but then I met a man who drastically changed my life.
I work as an investment advisor at a financial company in this city, and that man was one of my clients, named Qin Dalong, a private business owner from the provincial capital. He was in his forties, 1.85 meters tall, a large and muscular man with a shaved head, a rough appearance, and tattoos on both arms—clearly a nouveau riche who had made his way up from the streets. Because of business dealings, Qin Dalong often came to the city to treat our financial department to meals, and I often joined in. He was very generous, so my colleagues all had a pretty good impression of him.
As time went on, I noticed that Qin Dalong paid special attention to me, not only buying financial products from me himself but also introducing some of his friends to become my clients. With my good figure and pretty face, I was seen as a charming and mature woman. I thought Qin Dalong was attracted to my beauty! But it wasn't his fault; what normal man wouldn't want to be near a beautiful woman?
To express my gratitude, I treated Qin Dalong to meals, but he treated me more often. I didn't have a good impression of these nouveau riche types, but since he was a major client, and to meet my sales targets, I couldn't refuse. Over time, I discovered that besides being worldly-wise, this man had some merits, such as being eloquent and humorous, and I gradually changed my opinion of him.
During our interactions, he would occasionally give me small gifts. When I refused, he would say, "Xiaoli, you've introduced me to so many good projects, can't I at least thank you? Please accept the sincere sentiments of a man!"
Looking into his sincere eyes, I couldn't find a reason to refuse. To be honest, Qin Dalong was very good at pleasing women; he understood the inner needs of a woman, especially a married woman. Sometimes I couldn't help but think of my husband. Because he was busy with his career, he inevitably neglected me, leaving me often feeling empty and lonely. Although I could accept a simple life, what woman would like such emptiness and loneliness?
I knew that having too much contact with someone like Qin Dalong was dangerous. I told myself that he was, after all, my client, and closer contact would help me promote my business. As long as I maintained my bottom line and never crossed the line, nothing would happen. Moreover, compared to my husband, Qin Dalong, aside from being rich, paled in comparison in every way—looks, temperament, and education. How could I possibly be interested in him?
At that time, I had no idea that this thought was gradually pushing me into an abyss of no return.
This summer, the company launched a new investment project, and I contacted Qin Dalong, who was in the provincial capital. He said to me on the phone, "Come over! I'll treat you to dinner, and we can talk in person."
Although this was a small matter that didn't require a face-to-face meeting and could be handled over the phone or online, and I didn't want to travel to the provincial capital alone to see him, I decided to go on a whim, considering that other colleagues in the company also wanted to do business with him.
Upon arriving in the provincial capital, I went to my hotel first, and then notified Qin Dalong to come pick me up. I applied a little makeup, changed into a sleeveless, low-cut, tight-fitting short dress, revealing a small section of alluring cleavage and a pair of full, slender legs. My wavy long hair framed my delicate face, and a beautiful and sexy mature woman emerged.
Looking at my tall, slender figure, my proud breasts, and my exposed cleavage in the mirror, I felt conflicted. Should I really dress like this to see him? I tried to convince myself that I wasn't trying to seduce him. In this day and age, many women with good figures and looks dare to dress provocatively; I wasn't being excessive. I was simply showcasing my charm to my client appropriately, hoping to please him and gain his support for my work. I knew what I should and shouldn't do, and I would handle everything well.
When I met Qin Dalong in the hotel lobby, as promised, I noticed a glint in his eyes, impressed by my graceful appearance. He handed me a bright red rose, a gesture that caught me slightly off guard. In that moment of surprise, he smiled and said, "Take it! It suits you perfectly."
I took it, feeling a little pleased. How long had it been since my husband had given me flowers? Regardless of Qin Dalong's motives, he was right; this beautiful flower suited me well.
Next, Qin Dalong lavishly entertained me, taking me to the most upscale restaurant for dinner. Throughout the meal, he took great care of me; I never expected this rough-looking man to have such a tender side. His thoughtfulness deepened my affection for him. Just as
I was about to take out the documents from my bag to discuss business with him, he stopped me, "Don't waste such a beautiful evening. Come to my company tomorrow morning, okay?"
I had no choice but to give up.
"You're so beautiful!" he said, chewing while staring at me. My husband hadn't said such things to me or looked at me like that in a long time, and my heart skipped a beat.
I didn't find his words abrupt; instead, I felt quite pleased and chuckled, "Beautiful? I'm almost an old woman."
"No, not at all. In my eyes, you're in the prime of a woman's life, like the fine wine in this glass, with the mellow aroma of age. Those young girls can't compare to you."
I never imagined that Qin Dalong, with his rough exterior, could say such captivating words. Although his words contained a certain flirtation, how could a woman's vanity make her resent a man's praise? Especially a woman like me whose youth has faded. At that moment, a woman with an empty heart was most likely to lower her defenses, and under his persuasion, I drank quite a lot of alcohol, something I never did before.
After dinner, Qin Dalong drove me back to the hotel. Just as I was about to say goodbye, he said to me, "Can I come up for a while?"
Hearing him say that, I felt a pang of panic. Seeing my noncommittal expression, he continued, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do tomorrow morning, and I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to you about the investment, if you don't mind..."
Seeing his serious demeanor, I figured he'd always respected me, maybe I was just overthinking it! I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, my face flushed slightly, and agreed. Little did I know, this step I took was like stepping into the gates of hell.
In my room, I took out the information about our company's newly launched financial products and explained them to him. He listened attentively and even asked a few questions. At that time, I still thought our relationship was within the proper, professional boundaries.
Just when I thought things were over, he suddenly pulled me into a hug, kissed my cheek, and murmured, "Xiaoli, I like you, I liked you the first time I saw you..."
From the moment I decided to come to the provincial capital, I had never considered sleeping with him. His actions terrified me. I frantically pushed him away, angrily shouting, "What are you doing? Let me go..."
He didn't stop; instead, he intensified his assault. In the ensuing struggle, we fell onto the bed, his mountain-like body pressing down on me, making it impossible for me to move. He kissed me while caressing my body, lifting my skirt to my waist, revealing my underwear and bare thighs. Besides anger and fear, I found myself struggling to control myself.
"No...don't do this, I have a husband and children, don't..." I murmured, desperately trying to avoid his lips, pushing him away with all my might.
"You're so alluring, Xiaoli, I really like you..." he said breathlessly, his hand tracing the inside of my thighs to my private parts.
At that moment, I almost stopped resisting. Perhaps it was because my husband had been away on business for a while, and I, in the prime of my life, hadn't had sex in a long time, coupled with the effects of alcohol, that my defenses crumbled.
He seized this rare opportunity, quickly pulling down my underwear and placing his thigh between my legs, preventing me from closing them, exposing my most private parts, which could only be exposed to my husband.
I was held captive by him and unable to struggle, so I managed to slap him across the face, cursing angrily, "You bastard, let me go..."
He still didn't stop, unbuckling his belt and zipper with one hand, pulling down his outer pants and underwear together. I saw his astonishingly large and incredibly erect penis, much larger than my husband's. My heart pounded, as if it would leap out of my chest, and I could only close my eyes, awaiting my fate.
Soon, that huge, hard glans pressed against my labia and invaded until it was completely filled. The hard and full feeling inside my vagina made me sadly realize that I was no longer a woman faithful to my husband, no longer a virtuous wife and loving mother. Then, my mind went blank.
He lay on top of me and thrust deep inside, slowly at first, then faster... He kissed my lips again, which I pulled away in disgust. During this process, I actually slowly began to feel physical pleasure, and this pleasure grew stronger and stronger as his thrusting speed increased. I felt ashamed and helpless about my physical reaction.
I tried my best to suppress any moans, but pleasurable sounds still escaped my lips. He grinned wickedly and said, "Just moan if you want to! Don't hold back."
I ignored him, my heart filled with contempt and resentment. Then I realized he wasn't wearing a condom, and whispered in his ear, "Don't ejaculate inside..."
Even though I had an IUD after giving birth to my son, I didn't want another man's semen to taint my private parts, which belonged only to my husband. He didn't speak, just silently manipulated me, lifting his upper body and pulling off his t-shirt, revealing his strong, muscular physique and a thick patch of pubic hair. I felt dizzy...
He leaned down and kissed me again, forcefully prying open my lips, and I involuntarily kissed him back. I suddenly realized that I was now tightly embracing his body, even twisting my lower body to match his movements, which made me feel utterly ashamed.
He finally ejaculated inside me. I felt a scalding, lava-like liquid spray onto my cervix, burning the walls of my vagina. A warm current surged forth from deep within me, as if a dam had burst. Yes, I actually orgasmed. I hated myself for being so weak.
Afterwards, I pushed him away and coldly said, "You finally succeeded."
Then I went into the bathroom, took off my crumpled, tight-fitting short dress, unhooked my bra, and stood naked under the showerhead, turning on the water to let the warm water wash over my body. Oh my god! What have I done? I blamed myself, my mood sinking with regret.
He appeared in the bathroom, his muscular body naked. I had forgotten to lock the door when I came in. Damn it! I cursed inwardly. He approached me and said, "Let me help you," before applying shower gel to my body.
"No need, get out," I said irritably, stubbornly refusing him.
He ignored me and continued applying shower gel. I couldn't resist, so I let him have his way. He cleaned me meticulously, washing my entire body and the filth left from our intercourse.
"Why me? You're so rich, all the girls at the company would love for you to go after them," I asked weakly, letting him do as he pleased.
He replied as he washed me, "Well, I like mature, gentle, and understanding women. Someone like you, I think, is especially good." His hands warmed my body again.
He took the showerhead and rinsed the soap off my body, then lifted me to sit on the sink. He stood in front of me, leaning forward, his hands on the sink close to me, staring at me and saying, "You're really charming, Li. I was captivated by you the first time I saw you."
He embraced me and kissed me, his newly erect penis rubbing against my pubic hair. I was amazed that he had regained his virility in such a short time. He reignited my desire, and I returned his kiss, staring at him with drunken eyes, asking, "Do you love me?"
I desperately wanted to know. Although I was making love against my will to a man I didn't love, I was even less willing to let a man who didn't love me possess my body. He didn't answer, but lowered his head to explore my breasts, sucking on my nipples alternately, then moving down between my legs.
His tongue traced patterns on my vulva, skillfully teasing the tip. I melted like ice cream under the summer sun, murmuring, "I want you..."
Yes, even though he hadn't said he loved me, I wanted him now.
He stood up and asked, "What do you want?"
I stared at him, "Fuck me..."
He smiled slightly, a wicked smile, and his large penis entered me. My moans echoed through the small bathroom... After another orgasm, he didn't ejaculate, but picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom, his penis still inside me.
Back in bed, we made love again for a while, still as intoxicating as ever. He remained steadfast, withdrawing to resume foreplay, his lips, tongue, and hands roaming over my entire body. His caresses were skillful, clearly those of a seasoned lover, adept at arousing a woman's body. I felt as if he were opening me up layer by layer, until I was completely aroused. As he touched me, he murmured praises, "Li, your body is so beautiful, simply a work of art..."
Until my body could no longer endure, he thrust in again, penetrating deeply... I must admit, his sexual prowess far surpassed my husband's; in today's internet parlance, he was well-endowed and skilled, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy, giving me a pleasure and satisfaction I had never experienced with my husband in over a decade. I could
n't suppress my moans echoing in the room; I guessed that if anyone were in the next room, they would have heard my unrestrained cries of pleasure.
He didn't finish immediately after ejaculating, but instead gently caressed my body with his large, magical hand. It was then that I realized how essential this final step is for a woman. I figured that apart from a master like him, many men, including my husband, wouldn't know how to do this, letting me savor the lingering afterglow of my orgasm.
I refused Qin Dalong's offer to stay the night, practically kicking him out. After he left, I felt sad and regretful about what had happened. I considered myself not a promiscuous woman; I had never considered infidelity before, and I always believed I wasn't capable of separating love and sex. Yet, I couldn't resist the temptation and slept with him, simply because I couldn't control my desires.
I threw myself into the bathtub, washing myself over and over again, tears streaming down my face, trying to erase the traces of the affair, until I was utterly exhausted, curled up in the tub, and cried out loud.
After returning to my city, I forced myself to stop thinking about Qin Dalong and stop contacting him. I treated it as an accidental affair, determined not to let it escalate into a long-term affair, for my family, for my loving husband, and for myself. But it's easier said than done! When a woman's sexual horizons are opened, it's like opening Pandora's box; unpredictable dangers follow.
For a while afterward, Qin Dalong never came to our company again, nor contacted me. He even had my colleagues handle his business matters. I guessed he just wanted to have a fling with me; it was nothing more than a one-night stand. When I thought this, I felt genuinely relieved, thinking perhaps the matter was over, but also a little disappointed.
I continued to be a good wife and mother, trying to forget that unpleasant night. Just when I thought life would continue along its established path, unaffected by that affair, Qin Dalong re-entered my life.
That day, about a month after returning from the provincial capital, I suddenly received a call from Qin Dalong. He told me he would be coming over that weekend and wanted to meet me. I tried hard to suppress my chaotic emotions, pretending to be calm, and told him that that night was just an accident, and we shouldn't see each other again.
Qin Dalong's wicked laughter came from the other end of the phone. He said, "Xiaoli, you can betray anyone, anything, but you can't betray your own heart... I'll contact you." He hung up before I could retaliate.
Replaying the events of that day at the provincial capital hotel in my mind, and Qin Dalong's words, I knew this was no longer a simple affair; I was sliding towards danger. A sense of fear gripped me. A thirty-four-year-old woman, past the age of budding romance, with a respectable career and a happy family, was facing a fatal temptation, one she felt powerless to resist.
What was it about this man, so different from my gentle husband, that was confusing me? Was it his extraordinary sexual prowess, or the wickedness about him? I couldn't say, or perhaps both.
Instinctively, I dialed my husband's number; he was away on a business trip.
"Hello... wife," came the familiar voice on the other end.
"I..." I suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Oh, what's up?"
"I wanted to ask how long you'll be back."
"That's all? I thought something had happened! Didn't I already tell you it wouldn't be until at least the beginning of next month?" His tone was relaxed on the other end of the phone, unaware of the torment his wife was going through.
"...Oh, can't it be sooner? I...miss you." After a moment's hesitation, I said this, my best effort.
I almost told him about Qin Dalong and me, but ultimately lacked the courage. I could easily imagine his devastating reaction upon learning that his beloved wife had cheated on him with another man.
"That's strange, you're never like this before. What happened?"
"Oh, no, I watched a movie last night, and I was just thinking about you." I lied.
"Was it that kind of movie?" my husband teased on the other end.
"You're just thinking about that, no!" For some reason, Qin Dalong's image flashed into my mind. I tried to urge him on, saying into the phone,
"I just miss you. Can you come back as soon as possible?"
He laughed and said, "I miss you too, honey... Let's talk tonight! I'm at someone's company, about to have a meeting, that's all for now."
Hearing the dial tone, I felt a pang of disappointment. The moment I hung up, my mind was in turmoil.
That night, I waited for my husband's call, even seeing it as a test of fate. If he called, I would plead with him to come back to me immediately... But he didn't call all night, leaving me with a long, sleepless night. Was this another twist of fate? Sometimes I really believe in fate.
Thursday arrived, and Qin Dalong called again, saying he would be coming to the city in the next couple of days. I was silent for a moment, and he waited in silence too. I could almost feel the confident smile on the other end of the line. My stubborn nature suddenly erupted: "No, I won't see you, absolutely not!"
There was silence on the other end. He didn't try to tempt me further and hung up. I felt a sense of relief, but also an indescribable feeling. This was my last stand, and I was glad I still had the courage.
On Saturday, my son went to his parents' house. I thought the matter was over, and a lonely, haggard housewife could only pass the time by shopping.
While I was shopping, the phone suddenly rang. I looked and saw it was Qin Dalong calling.
"I'm here, where are you?"
Hearing his voice, my heart pounded. Actually, although I had forced myself not to think about him these past few days, I couldn't help but wonder if he would come, and what I would do if he did. I said, "I'm out shopping."
"Are you with your husband?"
"No, he's on a business trip."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. I didn't understand why I had told him that.
"Okay, come over now, I'll send you the address." His tone left no room for argument.
I wanted to say something, but there was no chance; he had already hung up. Soon, I received Qin Dalong's address on my phone—Building XX, XX, XXXX Community, his residence in the city. At that moment, I felt like I was adrift in a boundless sea. What should I do? I had absolutely no idea.
I wandered aimlessly through the mall, not knowing which way to go. Maybe I should go see him? Tell him directly that I won't see him again, to avoid him constantly bothering me. I tried to convince myself. Strangely enough, this dangerous thought flashed through my mind at that moment, and so, without thinking, I moved to the mall parking lot and drove straight to Qin Dalong's apartment complex.
While waiting for the elevator, I subconsciously glanced at myself in the wall mirror. That day, I happened to be wearing a high-necked, tight-fitting T-shirt and low-waisted jeans, which accentuated my tall, slender, and shapely figure, making my high, firm breasts almost spill out, revealing a glimpse of my waist. I looked so sexy and alluring in the mirror, and I began to feel a pang of regret for wearing such an outfit to see that person.
I walked with difficulty to the door, trying my best to calm my pounding heart, and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened, and Qin Dalong's tall, strong body appeared before me. He was shirtless, wearing only a towel around his waist; his muscular, dark muscles and the continuous hair on his chest and abdomen exuded a strong masculine aura, alluring me.
"You're here. I knew you'd come," he said, his familiar wicked grin laced with mockery and pride, like a hunter eyeing his prey.
A voice echoed in my mind: Zhao Xiaoli, get out of here! But it was too late. He pulled me into the house. As the door closed behind me, it felt like my escape route was cut off. My heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
"I came here just to tell you..." I tried to say the words I had repeatedly recited on the way here, but he pressed his lips against mine before I could finish. The rest of what I wanted to say was, we can't go on like this. I don't want to betray my husband. But I had no chance.
Qin Dalong held me tightly, his lips pressing against mine without warning. I desperately twisted my head, trying to avoid his kisses, pushing against his mountain-like body with my hands, but he held me firmly.
When his tongue pried open my lips, I involuntarily responded, our lips intertwining. We kissed passionately, my hands, which had initially been pushing against him, unconsciously wrapped around his neck. I suckled at him fervently, accepting his suckling, like two animals locked in a passionate embrace. Only then did I realize how much I needed him, though I didn't want to admit it.
I nestled in his broad, firm embrace, my body limp as mud, my private parts uncontrollably wet. After kissing for a while, he finally released me. "Don't say anything, go take a shower, relax." His words seemed to possess a magical power, leaving me powerless to resist.
"No..." I uttered weakly, trying to put up a final resistance, but it was futile.
He grinned mischievously again and began to pull off my tight-fitting t-shirt. At that moment, I had a thousand, ten thousand reasons to push him away and slap him. But I didn't move; my body betrayed my reason.
I murmured, "Don't do this, I love my husband so much..." but raised my hands, letting him take off my t-shirt, revealing my lace bra and fair skin.
His hands went around behind my back, skillfully finding the bra clasp and unhooking it. I could imagine that he had taken off bras for countless women, married and unmarried; I was just one of his many prey.
"No, no... I can't betray my husband..." I murmured to myself, but still let him take off my bra. My full, round breasts sprang out.
He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled them down, and began to remove my remaining underwear. He methodically stripped me naked, and I had no strength to resist. I hated his shamelessness, and even more, I hated my own powerlessness and weakness.
As he pulled my panties down to my ankles, I kept saying, "No, don't..." but I kept lifting my legs, letting him completely remove the panties from my body.
Now, my beautiful, sexy body was completely naked before him, filling me with shame yet overwhelming passion.
Qin Dalong played with my thick pubic hair, his fingertips tracing my gradually erect clitoris. I couldn't bear it and pushed his hands away. He smiled again, pushed me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water pour over my entire body. At that moment, I felt as if I had been liberated, carefree. Yes, even though the outcome was completely opposite to my initial reason for coming here to see him, it was still a kind of liberation for me at this moment.
I knew I could no longer resist. Whatever! It's not the first time anyway. After today, I will never see him again, never!
He applied shower gel to my body, starting with my breasts. I closed my eyes, enjoying his caresses, my nipples quietly hardening in his palm. He had already removed the towel, and I felt something hard pressing against my lower body. Involuntarily, I grasped it and began to stroke it. He rubbed every inch of my skin, every part of my body, including my vulva and anus. Every place his hands touched sent shivers down my spine.
We kissed passionately again, only separating after a long while. He gently pressed my body down, indicating that I should give him oral sex. I did as he asked, kneeling in front of him and sucking on his hard, iron-like penis, stroke by stroke… I think I had completely fallen. During this process, he looked down at me, making me feel ashamed yet incredibly excited, my vaginal discharge increasing.
He lifted me up so my back was to him, his enormous penis exceptionally hard, the head rubbing against my buttocks. I gripped the wall with both hands, desperately thrusting my hips, eagerly searching for the beast behind me. But he seemed to be deliberately teasing me, stepping back slightly, causing my buttocks to stick up high, anticipating his penetration.
At that moment, I could feel his mocking and satisfied smile, but I couldn't control myself. I cried out shamelessly, "Fuck me, please..."
Hearing my plea, he finally inserted his incredibly hard penis into my vagina. I felt the overwhelming fullness inside, and tears of pain streamed down my face.
He thrust slowly, drawing me into a state of ecstasy, occasionally turning my face to kiss me, his hand stroking my clitoris. At this point, I had completely forgotten my purpose for being there, responding to his kisses and thrusts.
He went faster and faster, the sounds of our thrusts mingling with my excited moans, echoing in the bathroom... He brought me to orgasm with ease, but he didn't ejaculate.
He led me to the bed in the bedroom and gave me oral sex, his tongue sweeping back and forth over my vulva and anus. Before he could penetrate me again, I reached another climax... He knelt between my open legs, holding my knees, and thrust rapidly inside me. With his movements, my full, snow-white body trembled, my large breasts swaying back and forth until I reached another climax...
After our first time, we talked a lot. I asked him why he hadn't contacted me until now, since that night in the provincial capital. He played with my breasts and smiled, "I wanted to give you some time to think about whether you wanted to continue with me. I never force myself when I'm with a woman."
I knew he was using a game of cat and mouse, but I foolishly fell into his trap. I asked, "Have you been with many women?"
He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a string of smoke rings that slowly rose to the ceiling and disappeared without a trace. He said, "Li, don't ask that. As long as you're willing to be with me, I can give you whatever you want, and that's enough."
When talking about our meeting, Qin Dalong said very seriously, "Do you know why you didn't reject me? It's because subconsciously you're already tired of a mundane life..."
"No, I can be content with a mundane life," I interrupted him, trying to argue.
"Don't be stubborn, Xiaoli, this is the real you. You know? You're a born slut, needing a man like me to give you pleasure and satisfaction. In other words, our being together is fate's arrangement, inescapable..."
His words left me speechless. I thought, perhaps, as he said, I am indeed that kind of woman. The reserved Zhao Xiaoli of the past was just an act; in front of him, I revealed my true self.
He hugged me tightly, softly calling my name, "Li, you're a stunner, the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You're destined to be mine. Let your body and soul enjoy the most passionate sex!"
His breath, his gentle voice melted me, and a voice in my heart said to me, "Yes, Zhao Xiaoli, this is your destiny..."
His penis once again plunged deep into my body, pushing me into an abyss of pleasure and confusion... For seven or eight hours that afternoon and evening, we were entangled naked together, making love only when we were resting. We did it four times, trying every position and posture imaginable. The endless pleasure, wave after wave of orgasms, made me feel like I was dying and coming back to life, experiencing a tremendous pleasure I had never felt with my husband.
Once, I knelt on the bed, shamelessly raising my full buttocks, letting Qin Dalong thrust into me from behind. At the same time, he slapped my buttocks repeatedly with his palms as he thrust, making a slapping sound. Each thrust and slap aroused even louder moans from me.
When I saw my lewd state in the mirror on the dressing table, I was surprised. When had I become so wanton? The thought that my husband was working hard in another city while I was here making love wildly with a vulgar, ugly man filled me with guilt and shame, but it only made me more excited.
We hardly ever left the bed, even holding his penis while sleeping. The release of the pent-up frustration from over a decade of mundane and monotonous marriage was terrifying. I couldn't figure out if I liked his big penis or had succumbed to so-called fate.
Since my husband wouldn't be back until early next month, I kept meeting with Qin Dalong for the next few days, completely breaking my vow not to see him again. He became the dark king of my life, irresistible to me. To make it easier to have affairs with him, I even used being too busy with work as an excuse to leave my child with my in-laws. I was somewhat crazy those days, my mind filled with thoughts of meeting and making love with him, completely consumed by passion.
The night before my husband returned, I stayed at Qin Dalong's place. As dawn approached, he once again brought me to the peak of ecstasy. In my climax, I screamed wildly, "Do you love me? Do you really love me?"
I asked this only to find a reason for him to humiliate me, to seek solace for my soul. He still didn't answer, smiling silently, a conqueror's smile on his face.

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