My Wife's Story

My husband's writing style

is absurd—
many of my girlfriends have found lovers, and everyone smugly laughs at me for being so detached from worldly affairs. Unexpectedly, a chance encounter changed me, allowing me to easily return to a more natural state.
He, a company employee, is under 30, unmarried, and a junior colleague; we always address each other as "Big Sister" and "Little Brother." He's a nice person, so we get along well and help each other out. Although he's visited my home a few times, it's just normal interaction, and even my husband doesn't suspect anything.
Once, I was in some trouble, and he stepped in to help me through it. I was very grateful to him and respected him even more. Our relationship improved from then on, but because of the large age gap, I never imagined we'd become so close.
One time, my husband had to go away on business for a while, and my child was studying at university in another city. I was lonely at home alone for a long time, probably because I saw that almost all my girlfriends had male confidants, so I felt a stirring in my heart and wanted someone to keep me company. One night, I chatted with him on WeChat, and our conversation became very warm and ambiguous. When he learned I was home alone, he said he wanted to come keep me company. Firstly, I thought he was joking, and secondly, I was already aroused while chatting with him, so without thinking, I said, "Come on over, I'm bored; you can chat with me and keep me entertained, it'll save battery and my phone." I never expected him to actually come. About an hour later, my doorbell rang, and I had to open the door and let him in. He was very considerate, asking if I had eaten and what I wanted to eat. I said, "It's inconvenient to go out to buy anything in the middle of the night; there's food at home, I don't want to eat."
So, we sat on the sofa. Haha, despite his usual easygoing nature and casual online chatting, when we were actually alone together, we became awkward and speechless.
In the dim light, he was very close to me; I could even feel his heartbeat. The room was quiet, and I didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to ask him to leave, but the words wouldn't come out. I was flustered, wondering what he would do. He seemed to be looking at my feverish face and my body beneath my semi-transparent nightgown, but I couldn't look him in the eye. We sat silently on the sofa. A moment later, just as I was feeling incredibly awkward, he suddenly lunged at me, hugged me, and kissed me before I could react. I was completely flustered, without any will to resist or the strength to refuse, letting him do as he pleased. Some say the greatest thrill between opposite sexes comes from strangers. Although we knew each other, we were still quite unfamiliar with each other when it came to physical intimacy. Besides, he was so young and handsome. I was captivated by his passion and began to slowly reciprocate, sometimes even sticking my tongue into his mouth to "fight back." Perhaps it was my active stimulation that emboldened him, as he reached in and caressed my soft breasts and smooth thighs, rubbing against my most sensitive areas. I became aroused and wanted to touch his crotch, but I only thought about it and didn't dare to do it, instead putting my hands on his shoulders and hugging him tightly. A moment later, he carried me to the bed, removed my only nightgown, and exposed me completely naked before him. Then, he straddled me, kissing my mouth, face, neck, and ears, sucking on my breasts, and kissing my genitals.
The instant his lips touched my genitals, a tingling sensation shot from my feet to my head, and my whole body convulsed for a while, moaning softly.
The room was quiet, save for the soft, sucking sounds, occasionally punctuated by my moans.
Soon after, he too undressed. I stole a glance at his penis—thick, long, hard, and curved, its head pointing upwards, pressed against my stomach. For a fleeting moment, a mixture of excitement and fear washed over me, and my body trembled. Even now, writing this, my heart still trembles—his penis is so much bigger than my husband's; can a woman handle that?!
His movements were incredibly fast, and he went straight to the point. The moment he inserted his penis into my body, I almost fainted. My lower body felt full and swollen; my whole body was numb and incredibly pleasurable. He didn't give me much "gentleness," but rather thrust hard; yet he gave me pleasure I had never experienced before.
Sexual intercourse is the greatest pleasure of humankind. A woman's greatest expectation after arousal is nothing more than to be forcefully penetrated by a powerful penis. I moaned and twisted my lower body, desperately trying to meet him.
I had never experienced such pleasure before, much less such a continuous cycle of life and death. He made me feel like a real woman.
After a long time, amidst rapid breathing and shouts, he finally ejaculated with rapid movements. A wave of heat surged into my body, and I almost collapsed. That time, he made me faint several times; I can't really remember.
It took me a long time to regain my senses and find him lying motionless on top of me, snoring, haha. I savored the impact this strong man had given me, immersed in the sexual bliss his large penis had provided, and couldn't help but gently stroke the firm muscles of his back, noticing he was drenched in sweat.
He was indeed exhausted, taking a long time to wake up. The moment he opened his eyes, he touched my breasts and kissed my lips again. I felt the bed was cold, and when I touched it, I realized that in our haste, we hadn't had time to put anything under us; our combined water and sweat had soaked a large patch of the sheets. I looked at him, he looked at me, and we smiled knowingly.
He got up first, went to the bathroom, and filled a tub with warm water, then said to me, "Let's take a bath together." I said, "Carry me." He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, put me down first, then went in and sat down, then took my arm and helped me into the tub, letting me lean against his broad chest, half-sitting, half-lying in front of him. I turned and kissed him, my arms around his neck. He kept caressing my breasts, then reached out to wash my genitals, deliberately making me feel tingly and itchy, moaning softly. I couldn't help but turn around and let him wash me, rubbing his penis. While washing, I laughed and asked him, "How come you have such a big treasure?" He smiled but didn't answer, instead asking, "Do you like it?" I replied sarcastically, "No, it makes me feel like I'm dying." This one sentence made him hard again. I examined his large penis closely, measuring it with my hand; it was probably over 20 centimeters. We were both getting a little carried away. He climbed out of the tub and came to me. His penis trembled as it was presented to my lips. My husband never kissed my genitals, nor did he let me kiss his penis. I never thought a man's penis could be eaten, so I had never sucked a man's penis before, even considering it dirty. Today was different; his penis was truly pleasurable, captivating, and irresistible. I gently kissed and licked it, smelling it to see if it was dirty. Finding no unpleasant odor, I realized a man's penis isn't actually dirty. I reached out and pulled his penis down, putting the head in my mouth and greedily sucking on it, occasionally teasing it with my tongue.
Careless friends might not understand why I "pulled" it down. Let me explain again: when his penis is erect, it points upwards, pressed tightly against my stomach. Without force, how could I hold it in my mouth?
Some friends might ask, why did I only put the head in my mouth? Well, his penis is so big and thick that my mouth can only accommodate the glans.
Under my intense stimulation, he also moaned. So we went back to the sofa and started again. That night, neither of us slept well. When we were tired, we would rest on each other, then continue until dawn. We made love passionately four times, changing positions countless times, and I lost count of how many times I experienced intense pleasure. In the morning, I sat on his lap, feeding him mouth-to-mouth while we played and laughed until we finished our snacks before seeing him off.
Before leaving, he kissed me one last time, hugged me, and asked, "Who's better, me or your husband?" I laughed and scolded him, "You're naughty! You were restless all night, leaving me weak and exhausted!" He said, "Call me whenever you miss me." I quietly called from inside the door, "Honey, take care, get some rest, and have some nourishing food!"
Watching his disappearing figure, I closed the door, collapsed onto the sofa, and fell asleep, exhausted. As for the battlefield, I'll clean it up after I've rested!

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