We slept together soon after we started dating. He had the face of an innocent big boy, but the size of his bottom was so big that it made me scream in pain at first. Luckily, I was in the throes of arousal myself and my privates were flooded, so I barely cooperated with him. At six-foot-eight, he had strong arm and back muscles, and could easily lift the six-foot-five me up to play train poop. To be honest, at that time because of nervousness did not have much pleasure, but think children can be taught, well guided will be sexually blessed. The only thing is that the frequency of doing it is not as high as my previous boyfriend, at most two times a week, I think both of them are busier and more tired of work, right?
Even less when I got married, and only did it once, like a homework assignment, for 20 minutes or so, on the weekend. Sometimes something else comes up and it’s just skipped, sometimes once a month too. I bought four boxes of eight diaphragms when I got married, and I still have some left.
My husband usually does not do foreplay and only uses his fingers to test if I am wet or not. He is very clumsy when I ask him to caress me, I try to guide him but it seems to make him impatient. In my frustration I bought a toy that resembles a jumper egg, which made my husband very angry, I don’t know if it hurt his male pride or if he just resents slutty women from the bottom of his heart.
Hubby lovemaking no porn not happy, favorite pure dead library water and papaya huge breasts massage girl, will do on the way to stop to operate the mouse . This time my mood is particularly strange, perhaps the husband just indulge in his sexual fantasies.
Hubby is more interested in jerking off himself than having sex with me, and he doesn’t hide that fact. Sometimes late at night from the living room from the low female moans, and I pretend to sleep in the room. I have something to go out and come back, my husband will also explain that just now the window came from the next door wife’s voice let his heart and mind instantly jerked off two rounds, so this week’s homework as a vacation.
I have just passed thirty, but I seem to have more and more desire to become stronger and stronger trend. In the company, outside, there is no lack of men to court me, I can only smile and dismissed one by one. When I get home, I imagine being held tightly in the arms of a strange man, and using a jumping egg to make myself climax while my husband is still at work. When I take a shower and look in the mirror, I feel sad about why no one has come to touch my not-yet-aged body.
Some time ago, for official business to the domestic S city business trip, finally had a one-night stand with a strange man, or I took the initiative to find. Originally thought it was just to let myself loose in a distant place, I did not expect that some places have changed irreversibly.
I met up with an old high school friend on a business trip and had a great conversation. Friends with his wife to come, the two of them, love show me, love show I hate to quickly disappear to let them fight three hundred rounds. Especially recalling the friend’s crotch fierce …… Well, his wife probably do not know, I turned out to be her husband’s first girlfriend, did not really do but touched seen, masturbating to the couple to create a small man of the scene, and friends said goodbye to the lower body are flooded with disaster.
After struggling for a long time tried to search the “S city wolf” group, sent a picture of me, began to life for the first time dating. The requirements are not high, but to be able to come over immediately, and finally talked to a person a few words feel also very appetizing, although the appearance of …… and my husband is a lot of difference, but the talk is very gentle, just close to also very close, I asked him to come over to the hotel where I live.
He arrived a little over half an hour later. I was too nervous to speak, but he greeted me naturally and went to take a shower. He was by no means tall or handsome, wore a pair of programmer’s glasses, spoke in a low, deep voice with a southern accent, and was five years younger than me. I waited for him to come out of the shower, my mood is getting more and more nervous, but the bottom is so wet that it is surging, almost seeping to the outside of the panties.
He came out and put on a towel, sat down next to me and talked to me for a while, told me not to be too nervous, and then leaned in close and started kissing me. His kisses smelled faintly of cigarette smoke but didn’t feel offensive at all, prying my lips open and teasing me with his tongue…God, the last time I’d been kissed like that was eight years ago! He pulled the towel from around his waist and sat across me, I thought he was going to come in and my heart fluttered again, but to my surprise he lowered his head and started to gently kiss my nipples. I have always been the most inferior A cup, but he kissed so attentively, and later told me: “pink very cute ah” and then he was equally careful to kiss my body, pay attention not to leave hickeys, so thoughtful, I was thinking that today to make the right choice when he suddenly looked up and asked me “to help you lick it okay? ” I panicked, never having had any experience in this area, and ducked out of the way. He smiled and said “I want to make you feel good too”.
I ended up licking it for a bit before I escaped to start sucking his cock and firmly refused to 69. his was a bit shorter than hubby’s but thicker, tigerish and seemed to enjoy licking his balls and the back of his jock. I licked them with great attention too, imagining being penetrated by this thing, with clear liquid running down my thighs. After a while he got up and put on his TT and came in very carefully. He inserted very seriously, I can feel in attention to my reaction to control the rhythm. Usually, I’d finish off if I did it with my husband for a little longer, but this time, after changing positions with him, I got more and more water, which was really cool, and the pleasure lasted all the way through! He would massage my clit with his hand or caress my body if he could reach it. It was like his hands were magic, touching me more than I was comfortable with myself, and tracing over my little bump was like electrifying my body, causing me to contract in bursts. And as I thirsted for more, he would match my increased effort, pushing deeper and giving me long wet kisses. It was as if I had forgotten that I was married and became a slut, just enjoying the rain after a long drought.
Three hours later, he finished and told me, “I’m leaving now.” I still didn’t dare to look up and see him directly, but only whispered, “Thank you, it’s very comfortable.” The door closed. After a while, I got a message on my cell phone saying “thank you”. Then I remembered that he hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so he must have been tired and hungry.
The next day was busy with work stuff as usual, and last night’s passion was temporarily put to the back of my mind until I got a message from him when I got back to the hotel in the evening, “I’m having a bad day, can I come see you?” He repeatedly emphasized that he had a bad day and really wanted to see me again, and that he didn’t necessarily want to do it if he was tired, but just wanted to talk to someone. (I secretly thought it would be weird if I didn’t do it.) I kept turning him down because I had a very important publication the next day, but he cheered, and I’m the worst at this kind of thing, so I finally went soft and said yes.
It was almost midnight before he came over, and when he opened the door he pressed me against the wall without saying a word and kissed me so roughly that my heart seemed to jump out of my chest! …… No way, I just eat this.
He wasn’t the least bit polite when he came out of the shower, and while I was still guessing what he’d talk to me about first, he’d already pressed down on me and pushed the nightgown up. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that my lack of underwear was exposed. Expecting him to take his time like yesterday, I didn’t realize that in his slight drunkenness he had his hands on my shoulders and was thrusting in hard from the front. “I’m not wearing a TT yet…” Before I could make a sound, I was overwhelmed by the hot sensation of being conquered… But he didn’t forget about the rhythm of the depths… Sometimes he rubbed me all over the body at the entrance, and sometimes he attacked the depths so that I couldn’t help but cry out. I couldn’t help but scream. The second time we met, I also let go a little bit, will whisper “really comfortable Oh … again topped me ah ……” also sat on him to play female supremacy. Back to him up and down, and from time to time to look back at his expression of enjoyment, imagining the combination of two people by him a full view of the pleasure of a burst after a burst, as if in the bottom of the heart of the husband declared loudly: I’m such a slutty woman!
This time he didn’t cum even after doing it for a long time, I was tired and sleepy and yelled to stop playing and go to bed, he was hard and erect crying and laughing, so he hugged me tightly for a while and wrapped his arms around me and chatted. This embrace to now still let me miss a lot, so honest, drowning and strong, can clearly hear the beating of his heart. He said he could not see you over thirty ah, but also asked me why not married, do not want to let him too proud of other men cuckolded just put off the past. He actually so hard to chat for a long time, tell me his name, do what work, ask me where people, where to study in the university, do what, is not often come over on business trips ……… I’m tired to death, do not know when to fall asleep.
In a daze, it seemed as if someone was caressing my buttocks and tracing the entrance with their fingers, and I actually got wet all of a sudden without argument, and then a hot, whirring, very thick thing came in behind me. This time it didn’t have that light, slow rhythm, but was resolutely slow and very welcome. Surrounded by darkness, I was just invaded from behind by strange men who did not know what they were doing, (does a second meeting count as strange?). Even began to wonder if this was a dream. I don’t know how long it took, but his rhythm began to pick up, and suddenly he pulled out and pressed against my ass cheeks, and a hot stream poured out. I turned on the light, 4:30am.
He woke up in the morning and reverted back to his role of playing it cool, went out the door in silence and left. After a while another message came on his cell phone, “I really feel for you” “You know why I like you? You poured me a glass of water after the first day, and then got ready this morning, and folded all my clothes, I was so touched”
After all, I’m still a young kid, so it’s easy to say who I like… I thought about that and started preparing the report before the end of the business trip. Tomorrow, I’ll be returning to the country.
In the evening, I declined an invitation from a local colleague, hurriedly bought some things I wanted to bring back, and came back to pack my bags. At that moment, my cell phone came back with a message “Can I go back today? I won’t see you tomorrow.”
“………… I’ve lost to you, I’ll be waiting for you.”
I blushed after the news, the anticipation and shyness made my heart pound nervously, I probably subconsciously pushed my coworker away because of it.
It was a crazy night. He held me down on the couch and fucked me standing up, then pulled me up and made me hold onto the couch while he penetrated me from behind, and to top it off, he opened the windows on purpose, and asked me if I felt good while he fucked me in the bright light of the lights outside. He made me lie flat on my back, looked at my face and penetrated my mouth, then tried to convince me to have anal sex but I refused. Made me lick him, sliding my tongue from asshole to glans. Finally pulls out and shoots all over my face and mouth and asks me to swallow it all.
The end of the two people hugged together to chat. He learned that I was not in the country was very surprised, and asked me a lot, why go out, in what kind of place, how the environment, the job is not good to find, the price of housing is not high …… and then said to go to find me. I said good ah good ah, the natural environment over there is very good oh. (Ping Shui met, of course, will not really consider la)
It seems he said very solemnly that he liked me? I don’t remember. I was too tired. I slept soundly.
At dawn, waved goodbye and ran to the airport. I felt sorry for him, he worked all night, woke up in the morning without breakfast, and then I kicked him out, and he had to go back to work. He’s too young to go through all this. The flight was not smooth either, I arrived at the local airport late at night and stayed there for one night and went home the next day.
Shortly after getting off the plane came his message, don’t know why I was so happy! Usually use WeChat with friends and family, so I added him for convenience.
After a while he messaged, “You’re married?!”
That’s when I realized that he had seen all those pictures of me with my husband in my circle of friends. I was really ashamed and kept apologizing to him and he seemed very angry.
“I’m having a very hard time.”
“You wouldn’t see me if I went to your side of the fence, would you?”
“If I’d known I’d like you so much, I wouldn’t have gone to you then.”
He was quiet for quite a while longer, and told me to look him up next time I had a business trip.
Once again, I was back in the environment where I had always lived, with the familiar blue sky and green mountains. But every now and then a flashing cell phone light reminds me that something has changed.
Back the next day I came to the physiological, regretted it, I should have known that I want him to cum in my body, so I want to hold him to feel his outburst. This also has an excuse not to do with the husband ……… actually the husband does not want to do it (sigh).
When I saw my husband, I smiled and handed him a bottle of Whisky recommended by the lady in the duty-free store, and my husband shouted happily “Wow! It’s 18 years old xxxxxx!…” I didn’t understand what he was saying and I wasn’t the least bit interested, but looking at my husband’s happy face, I felt a sense of relief that I had accomplished my mission.
Watching TV, my husband pillowed in my lap, hand not honestly pat my buttocks, suddenly a wave of disgust surged to the heart, pat what pat, said how many times people like caressing OK! I forced myself to get up and go to the restroom.
As the physiology wound down, I waited with trepidation to bring on my first sex with my husband after cheating. It was the same as always, but I couldn’t get rid of the repulsion in my psyche. Is it true that there is no way for a woman to separate sex and love? In order not to finish myself off, I desperately imagined doing it with that him. My husband had been doing it from behind for about ten minutes and said he couldn’t cum today. Although I knew the reason, I cautiously asked, “Is it because you’re not feeling well?” Hubby bluntly confided, “I jerk off twice a day when you’re not here, so how can I have any left over for you.” Then we parted in silence, rinsed our bodies and went to bed. That was the last time we did it until now.
Reality, fantasy, sometimes mixed together, sometimes clear and so cruel.
Sometimes I’d sneak off early from work to masturbate alone, and the vicious announcements on my cell phone from him far away that the next time I see him I’m going to lick me so hard I’ll squirt, or I’m going to cum inside me, and the sight of his cum oozing out of my pussy, all of this made me unable to stop myself from putting my hands on my own lower body. Flashes of his gentle hands, stroking over every part of my body, his fingers teasing me to make me reach my peak kept going through my mind. Suddenly I had the urge to cry, it was the first time in my life that I had gotten to an orgasm without relying on myself.
I blamed myself and felt that I couldn’t just go on like this. My husband and I had overcome a lot and gone through a lot to get together, we were close, we had a good relationship, we had stable jobs, good prospects, both of our parents kept urging me to have a Baby, and that would have been the 100% perfect family. I started to find ways to get back on track.
I tried to isolate myself from him, a point that easily failed when he said, “Please! Don’t delete me, don’t ban me from following! …… Then I really won’t be able to find you anymore!” It was an instant defeat, and it was simply too much to do to give up, even if it was like a fantasy.
For my husband’s birthday, I secretly bought him a pair of hiking boots that he had been eyeing for a long time, and he was so happy that he was bouncing all over the place. Then he immediately bought a leather maintenance kit, and sat in the corner of the living room all night on the WAX light, of course, did not notice the bedroom bed changed into a lace T-Back quietly waiting for me.
Where is the man who was moved by a glass of water at this very moment?
He works late and sends me messages.
“Can’t concentrate. All I can think about is you.”
“It’s so hard, I want to do it.”
“I like you now, and it would feel so weird to do it again with someone else.”
I don’t know that I am suffering in the same way, and the suffering increases with the days of separation. I have been prescribed the road to go, he will also one day also find another woman to start a family. I know that the day after day, even if I have a lot of reluctance, but I can not do anything about it. In my dreams, I seem to have returned to that night, that unforgettable embrace, and woke up with a mental gap that is simply frustrating!
One day he suddenly passed me a paragraph: “If she is not deep in the world, take her to see all the prosperity of the world; if her heart has been vicissitudes, take her to sit on the carousel”. I despised: “This paragraph online passed a lot of very la” he said seriously: “But I really want to take you to sit on the merry-go-round ah.” …… I have no resistance to this kind of, please don’t do this to me, I really really easy to be impressed ……
Reality is still reality, and I’m back to figuring out how I can be gracious with my husband. While my husband wanted me to go to a winery with him, I suggested that since I was too drunk to drive anyway, I’d just stay the night in the neighborhood. Then I carefully selected a chic mountain hotel with a large bathtub for two on an open-air balcony facing the forest, and prepared pajamas and a diaphragm. But upon checking into the hotel, my husband made no secret of his disappointment that the conditions were not as luxurious as he had imagined. Then we went for a soak together on the balcony facing the afternoon forest with a beautiful view and fresh air. In order to arouse my husband’s interest, I took out my cell phone and said, “Take a picture for me, will you?” But my husband’s response was flat. He just took a couple of pictures and said, “What’s the point of taking this kind of picture? I simply give up, got up and turned his back and said: “This way and then shoot ah” my waist is very thin, PP and white and slippery, elasticity is also very good, usually my husband love to put his hands, but he is still not moved, shot after a glance at the sudden burst of laughter: “Look! Your fart Y are photographed out!”
Intense frustration, disappointment and discouragement …… all kinds of negative emotions instantly invaded my brain. “Hold back hold back!” I advised myself, while my mind was filled with the sight of him gently licking my nipple, “It’s pink and cute” …
After dinner, my husband was playing with his cell phone on the bed, I climbed over and squeezed in beside him, hugging him and pampering him, “table playing with the cell phone, accompanied by me ……” He turned back to us and we finally kissed. Lips gently together, I tried to open his teeth, but my husband is like a stone without any action. Slowly, the feeling of resistance that welled up in the bottom of my heart, as well as aggression, a tide of water, flooded my lips, and flowed out along the corner of my eyes. Hubby slowly removed his lips and asked me, “Why are you crying ah?” (You know right!)
Anyone who has ever cried understands that you simply can’t stop when the tears come out, and I choked up and couldn’t get a word in edgewise. It was easy to calm down, desperately trying to cheer myself up, “communication is the most important”! Then I told my husband, word for word, how much I wished he could love me more, how much I wished that when I approached him, he would not ask me so loudly, “Are you going to do it or not? If you do, put the diaphragm in quickly”, and how I wish he could hug me after doing it instead of going to take a shower and play games on the Internet right away. ………… After a half a minute of silence, my husband said, “You said all this, and it put me in no mood at all. Let me have no mood at all”, and then rolled over into the quilt.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, the room service I had booked arrived, and the host couple delivered a couple’s cake with smiles on their faces, and in the candlelight jumping around, the words I wrote on the cake, “For the most important thing to you,” stood out so harshly. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted to escape from the suffocating air. I couldn’t say a word because if I opened my mouth, tears would come to my eyes. That night, I was alone in the big bathtub on the balcony for a long, long time, the sky was cloudy, I could not see the stars. At one point I wondered if my husband was thinking about our relationship as much as I was. A moment and then remembered far away he said “I want to make love with you in the bathtub, so comfortable ……”
In the midst of all the chaos, a man’s voice suddenly came from very close by, probably another tenant who happened to be walking through the neighborhood. The voices were low and deep, yet full of joy, and somehow I got all hot and bothered – I’d been looking forward to today’s sex for a long time! At the same time, it made me very ashamed: I can’t believe I slutted like this just by listening to a strange man’s voice, I’m such a slut!
By the time I got back to my room, my husband had started snoring. There were no words all night.
I cried out to him about my distress that night, but quickly regretted it, what’s the point, it’s not like he can do anything about it, it’ll make him unhappy. But then confused, if I can’t even talk to him, what can I do? My friends are basically my husband’s coworkers and there is no way to talk about these things. I’m such a selfish person for forgetting that he said “I’m not in a position to say anything if you do it with your husband, but don’t tell me, I’ll feel bad about it”. In fact he was silent for a long time and just said “think of something happy, I’m happy when you’re happy”. I feel so sorry for him, I want not to make anyone feel bad …… but I can’t find a good way.
The next morning, I got up and went for a walk with my husband in the nearby forest park. The weather was really hypnotizing, with the early morning sunlight scattering down between the green leaves, trailing vines encircling a small table of wooden stakes on the side of the road, flowers blooming on the roofs of wooden houses in the forest, birds chirping in the branches, and waterfalls gurgling in the distance. It was all so beautiful, and the man beside me holding me in faith so real, that I began to suspect that last night had been a nightmare, and the tears just fell on the pillow.
After a while of traveling like this, and turning through a wooded area, a twinkling carousel suddenly appeared in front of us like magic!
It appeared so abruptly, with its bright red shed and colorful horses contrasting with the green world around it, that it appeared as tall as a castle. Countless colored lights ran back and forth along the eaves and pillars, making me think for a split second that the horses were going to move right along with them. Overly shocked, I was slow to come back to my senses. The gentle morning sunlight embraced me in its arms as he did, and it seemed that I could hear his earnest whisper in my ears “…want to take you for a ride…”
My husband, who had already walked away, called out to me to bring me back to reality, and when I turned around he suddenly burst out laughing, “You’re super funny standing with those horses! Come on, I’ll take a picture of you.”
I smiled back, posed, and exclaimed, “Yes!”
In the sky, dark clouds, are creeping in.