Today I took a break from work in my flat and went straight to my appointment. By the time I got there he was already sitting there waiting for me. I asked for a corn on the cob, two hot wings and a piece of chicken and he asked for something else. We ate and talked about where to go for the afternoon. I said let’s go to the movies, he said there’s not much to see in movies nowadays, so you can buy a disk and watch it in one house, so I guess that’s right. I said that you accompany me to the store, I want to buy a few pieces of fall clothing, he said that this is very close to the unit, may run into that acquaintance, not good. See his attitude is very reluctant to store with me. Then where did you say to go? I am a little unhappy. He didn’t answer me, he just took a big bite of his burger. When he finished the last bite of his burger and wiped his mouth with a napkin, he came up to my ear and said, “I want to make love to you, let’s get a room.” He also said, “It’s just after the 4th of July, and the hotel is very small, so I promise it’ll be fine.” When he said that, my blood boiled. I am a woman with a strong sex drive. Since having crazy sex with my first boyfriend, there has been no stopping the pursuit of sex. There was no shortage of men around me either, they were all very successful and mature men. Sitting next to me right now is a young man 10 years younger than me, not much different than my first boyfriend was at the time. Looking at him I can’t help but think of my first boyfriend, I like this type of boy. I hadn’t wanted to turn him down since the first time I had sex with him, and deep down I still wanted him to have it. But I still acted as if it was rather forced on the surface, and I said something like, “It’s going to be okay.” Then I smiled at him and left with him.
We then got a room at a nearby hotel and spent the entire afternoon until 9pm in the room. We had sex three times in all, slept in, and in between he went out to get a little food. The first time, we started in the bathtub.
As soon as we entered the room he hugged me and started kissing, he was holding me so tightly I was almost breathless. We kissed passionately and I felt a rush of heat from him go straight into me, sucking my tongue firmly into his mouth, and his hands began to roam my body, it went on for about 5 minutes, and when he was about to unbutton my dress I told him let’s take a shower first, and he agreed. He then undid my dress and bra and took off my skirt and panties, kissed me on both nipples and then picked me up and sent me into the shower.
He came in just as I started to wash and it was the first time I had seen him completely naked. The previous times had been in a hurry and he hadn’t even taken his shirt off. This time I got a good look at him, he was very fit, his pecs were well developed, he had a lot of pubic hair, there was a big patch on his belly, it was dark and a bit curly, there was also a cuticle left from an open appendix on his lower right belly, his dick wasn’t very big, it was starting to get a bit aroused, and there was hair on his thighs too. He hugged me as soon as he came in, had both my breasts pressed against his body, and kissed me in my hair, on my forehead, and all over. Then we started the shower. He rubbed soap all over my body, rubbed every inch of my body, and occasionally pinched his fingers on my nipples and probed at my vaginal opening.
After I washed it, he asked me to wash it for him and asked me to touch his penis. I squatted down and rubbed his penis with my hand, at this time I found that his penis was already very hard and hard, and swollen and red, the glans seemed to have a small bean like, I tried to lick it with my tongue, and smelled that there was a fishy smell, this is because I had not yet had time to wash his penis. I felt my blood boiling with the feeling of intense sexual demand, and in one fell swoop I took his dick into my mouth. He was taken aback by my action. I kept moving his dick in and out of my mouth and I heard him making “oh…… oh……” sounds and he started to actively push his dick into my mouth. He was pushing so hard that his dick was in my throat, making me sick to my stomach. He told me it was very comfortable and wanted me to move faster. I knew he was going to cum in my mouth if this continued.
I spit out his dick then stood up. He said he couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to stick it in. We stood facing each other in the bathtub and he had me rest one foot on the side of the tub and try to stick it in me and it didn’t go in after several tries; then he had me turn my back to him and try to stick it in from behind, but it still wouldn’t go in. I was so aroused that I told him to let me sit on the sink. This position is great for taller men, it’s less labor intensive, the thrusts are deeper, and you can see each other’s expressions, I really like this sex position. I’m definitely much more experienced than he is in this area.
He carried me up to the sink and I naturally spread my thighs, he looked at my vulva for a minute or so, I don’t think he had ever looked at my vulva very closely either, he even flicked my labia a few times with his fingers, and then with his hand on his dick he inserted it into my pussy without much effort, I couldn’t help but grunt at the moment of entry. I let him hold my ass in his hands and I rested my thighs on his hand splits. Just like that, he kept thrusting, very forcefully, at a fast pace, and kept asking me if I was comfortable. I closed my eyes and kept screaming, I felt very comfortable, I do not want to be distracted, do not want to talk, just want to enjoy the pleasure, occasionally I will use “N” to show very answer.
Soon he was going “oh …… oh ……” and I felt his dick drumming in my pussy for about 7 or 8 strokes, then he stopped Then he stopped moving. He had ejaculated. I welcomed him up and let him hold me, but I hadn’t really climaxed yet. I let him keep his dick in me and wiggled my ass a few times so hard that I could still feel the sensation from his dick in my pussy, and slowly the sensation faded. His dick slipped out of my pussy and at the same time I felt his cum running down my vulva.
I stood up and made it to the toilet and wiped my vulva with toilet paper. He had cum so much and so many times that I still felt something oozing out of it even after three times of wiping. At this point, he was standing on the edge just staring at me in awe. I looked at him and smiled and said to, “Did you like having sex with me?” He answered me, “Love it.”
The truth is that I don’t want an answer from him, at this moment any kind of answer I would express my doubts, on the contrary, I know in my heart that I enjoy making love with him. Today we made love again The second time we made love was in bed.
We both slept naked in each other’s arms on the bed, it was a standard room with only two single beds, and the bed was small so we hugged each other so tightly that half of his body was actually pressed up against mine. Now, his hands were very honest, not groping around on my body, only rubbing around on my back. He said my back was slippery, like I had rubbed talcum powder on it. And my hand on the contrary, not too honest, pinched his penis, I felt his penis head a little wet, sticky things accounted for my hand, this is his urethra did not ejaculate semen at this time has liquefied is flowing out. I secretly wiped it off at the blanket. He buried his head in my breasts and kissed them, all the while asking me, “You’ve already had a baby, how come you’ve kept your figure so well?” I told him it was my secret and I couldn’t tell him.
I did keep my body in good shape, I hardly carried the baby after I had it, it was always carried by his grandmother, and I didn’t breastfeed, if I did, my breasts would have to deflate and sag for sure, which was the last thing I wanted. My nipples are small and still girlishly pink, my breasts are still bouncy, and my nipples have only been sucked by men. I also basically don’t do housework. I can still basically wear my pre-baby clothes, but I rarely wear them anymore. I’m basically fine after work, except sometimes I get tired at work. So I often go out for dinner and karaoke with my colleagues and classmates, and because of our professions, we are often invited to dinner, which I can always put off unless we are familiar with each other. Of course, my other two partners will often invite me to go out to play, with them I do not have to think at all, they will make all the arrangements.
Now, sleeping next to me is a boy who is very demanding for sex but very new to the art of sex, all he knows is to lie on top of me and ejaculate into my vagina and nothing else. I don’t know why I like to have sex with him, in fact I don’t know him at all, all I know is his name, that he lives in a certain area of the city, and that he has mentioned to me before that he has a girlfriend, but I don’t know if he has ever had sexual experience before. I only know his appearance because he has a lot of similarities with my first boyfriend. And my first boyfriend had such an impact on me. I think that’s what brought me together with him.
I pushed his half-pressed body off of me and we lay on our sides facing each other, though he still held me tightly.
I wanted to get to know him a little better, and tried asking him, “Is sex with me comfortable?”
“It’s very, very comfortable and I’m going to make love to you all the time.” He replied to me.
I then asked, “Have you ever had sex with another girl before?”
His answer was very frank, he said, “What era is it now, tell you that you have not done it you will not believe it, you know what? Now all popular girls chasing boys, with my conditions, find a girl not too easy.” He paused for a moment and then said: “Tell you what, want to be good with me there are a large number of girls, but I don’t like them too much, I can see the girl on the contrary there is a girl, but she doesn’t love me too much, she only knows to read, but also heard that next year to go to graduate school, I know that her family lives in Qingpu,” he said he sat up from his pants pocket to take a packet of cigarettes flattened out and started smoking. out and started smoking.
I hate it when men smoke, the smell of that smoke is unbearable. My husband is a non-smoker.
I said, “Then you chase a little tighter, a girl’s heart is very soft.”
He said while smoking, “That girlfriend of mine now is a classmate from another class in my same grade, her name is xxx, she is quite pretty, you will see her later when she rotates to your section for internship. However, I don’t feel very good with her.”
I asked again, “And have you had sex with her?”
“It’s been done, but not a lot, we usually do it on the weekends when no one is in the dorms, it’s all very rushed and there’s no such thing as being able to cuddle naked like we are now. And after every time we do it there’s always the worry of whether she’s going to get pregnant until it’s next period. Several times I was afraid to put it in her, it was really boring.” He took a drag on his cigarette and continued, “In fact, we don’t rely on having sex with women at all to satisfy our libido, we mainly rely on masturbation, usually two or three times a week, more often than not there are five or six times, if we have to rely on having sex with women to satisfy it, it doesn’t suffocate us to death.”
I was surprised at his bluntness and then asked, “Will you marry her?”
“Married? No way, you think she’s a virgin, I only got good with her last year, she wasn’t a virgin long before she did it with me, in fact, she wanted to have sex more than I did, most of the time we had sex we did it in her dormitory, and any date where we would have sex she took the initiative to ask me out, saying that she would accompany her to a movie or a road trip or something, I guess she knew that everyone in their dormitory had gone home.” I think he was disgusted by my question.
At that point he got out of bed and went to the bathroom and I heard him peeing. When he came out, he went to the water fountain on the front counter and poured a glass of water to drink and asked me if I wanted some, but I said no.
He was back on the bed again, and this time he was pressing his whole body against mine. He was so heavy that he was crushing me so hard I could hardly breathe. He kissed and licked me hard on the base of my ears, my neck, my chest, my breasts, and I felt my body sticky with his saliva. After a while, he lifted his head and looked at me with a serious expression. I thought he had something to say to me, and sure enough, he said, “xx (my name), I like you very much, you are the woman I dream of pursuing, your body, face shape, temper, voice of speech, the way you walk are all the way I want my ideal girlfriend to look like, I really like you, I want to be good to you all the time and make love to you.” I looked at him and didn’t say anything. He continued, “I’ve been avoiding my girlfriend since the first time I had sex with you. It’s been over 2 weeks since I last made love to you and in that time I haven’t let a drop of my cum escape, I want to give it all to you. It’s been a hard time, and today, I finally got what I wanted.” Hearing his words, I was a bit touched. I hugged him tightly and we kissed passionately. I remembered that he had just shot so much cum in my vagina, and in connection with what he had just said, I couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous. Maybe he wasn’t lying to me, he really liked me.
At this time, his cell phone rang, he got up to answer the phone, it seems to be his classmates call, he made up a false story that he has something at home, wait until tomorrow, and then hung up the phone. He had just put the phone down when it rang again. He looked at the caller ID and put it down without answering. “It’s her, leave her alone.” He said to me. The phone kept ringing and it was annoying. I told him you might as well answer it. He insisted on not picking it up. Then the phone stopped ringing.
By this time, I was sitting topless on the bed. He turned to look at me and I looked at him, and I realized that his eyes were slowly moving to my breasts. “You have beautiful breasts.” He suddenly said to me. “Are they?” I was a little embarrassed by his comment and hurriedly pulled the blanket up over my body, but it was grabbed by him and I couldn’t pull it up. “Badass,” I said. I didn’t realize that my saying that had aroused his passion, and he simply pulled the blanket all the way to the floor and said, “Let me take a good look at you, I want to see enough.” Then he made me lie down and knelt beside me himself. I looked at him deeply and watched as he began to caress me, first on my breasts, rubbing them slowly and softly, feeling so excited and comfortable as his palms rubbed against my nipples. From time to time, he would lean down and kiss my nipples, and take my nipples in his mouth and gently nibble on them with his teeth a few times. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my nipple in his mouth and it was turning me on more and more. Gradually, I closed my eyes and let him have his way.
I felt his hand slowly sliding down that, from my upper abdomen, to my belly, to my thighs. Finally he rested his hand on my vulva, he fingered my labia majora a couple of times and kissed my pubic hair a couple of times, he didn’t kiss my vulva. I felt him inserting his fingers into my pussy. I said to him, “No.” I hate it when men stick their fingers in my vagina because they have long nails. Today we had sex again, and the third time I actually “raped” him, but it was the sound of his cell phone that woke us up from our dream. I opened my eyes and found the room dark. He got up, turned on the light and found his cell phone. He looked at the caller ID and started to answer it. I looked at my watch and it was almost 6 o’clock. The call seemed to be from his home, he said he was playing with his classmates, he would not be home for dinner today, and said he would be home later today, don’t wait for him, and I heard him say several times, “I know, I know,” and then hung up the phone. He told me that his mom called and asked him to come home for dinner today, saying that someone at home sent a lot of authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs today. He also said that at this time of the year, someone will always move hairy crabs to his home, that thing eaten too much also has no flavor. He asked me if I liked it, and I said it was okay. He said he would invite me to eat it later. Speaking of food, I really a little hungry.
I asked him, “Are you hungry?”
He said, “Kind of.”
“Go get something to eat then.” I said to him.
He said, “Yeah, what do you want to eat?”
“Whatever, but bring me a yogurt with you.” Yogurt was my favorite. He got dressed and headed out, kissing me before he left.
While he was out, I made a call to my mother-in-law’s house. I don’t know why, but I was thinking about my daughter at this time. My father-in-law answered the phone, and after exchanging pleasantries with him, I asked him to call my daughter. My daughter is 5 years old and is not yet able to express herself properly. I heard her say loudly on the other end of the phone, “Hey mom, when are you coming to pick me up?” I told her that mommy had something to do, and that mommy would come to see you when she had time, and that you should be good at grandma’s house and not make grandparents angry. I also asked something about what happened in kindergarten, and she said she was too unclear. At this time, I feel my heart is so sour, can not help but tears fall down again …… He went out for a long time before coming back. He said he did not know what I like to eat, he said he walked along Huaihai Road a lot of road, he said he remembered in Ruijin two road there is a Feng Yu raw fried snack store, he said he had seen me before to eat it as breakfast. So he went to buy it. He also said there were a lot of people, a long line, and he was anxious, fearing that I would be in a hurry. When I came back, I wanted to call a cab, but I didn’t see an empty one. In the end, he said he came back jogging. I saw him sweating on his forehead. I was touched.
I put on my pants and a top and got up from the bed. We sat on the couch and talked and laughed and finished our sashimi, then I put I leaned my body against his and lay in his arms sucking on my yogurt while listening to his stories about his school (his school was also my alma mater) At this point, I felt very romantic, it seemed like 10 years ago, I could feel that sweet, sweet feeling when I was in love, and I thought that I might be falling in love with him. “Do you want more?” I asked him. He didn’t understand me and thought he was asking if he was full and said, “Enough, I can still eat at home if I’m hungry.” I looked at him without saying anything and continued to suck on my yogurt. He looked at me too and slowly he put his arms around me tightly and he put his hands on my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra and I could clearly feel him caressing my breasts and gently pinching my nipples a few times through my shirt. “I’m so happy to be your husband,” he said to me out of the blue, “Can you tell me what your husband does for a living?” He then asked me again. He had asked me this question several times, and I had never answered him directly. It seems that today I can’t help but answer him.
I told him: “My husband used to be in the state-run units, and then jumped to the city of a large multinational company, the beginning of nothing more than a department manager, due to the ability to work, organizational skills are particularly strong, but also technical, but also good relations, a few years after the boss was promoted to the manager of a branch in a foreign country”. I said on the brake, “my husband is a very good person, and also very responsible for the family, we are married for 7 years, he has never quarreled with me, always let me. Even though he is out now, he still takes care of everything at home. In addition to the weekend, he always drive back to accompany me once or twice in the middle of each week. Besides, he’s a dutiful son.” He interrupted me to ask, “Are you comfortable making love to him?” I didn’t want to talk about having sex with my husband, but he forced me to, so I had to tell him, “My husband is indeed a good man, but he is rarely passionate when it comes to sex, and every time he’s just moderate, and sometimes I want to have sex with him, but he doesn’t seem to be interested.” I looked at him and realized that his expression got a bit unnatural, I think I shouldn’t have told him these things and hurt me his self-esteem.
I moved over and kissed him on the cheek, then I planted my lips on his mouth and we started kissing. We kissed for a long time, neither one of us wanting to separate or speak. He pushed his tongue into my mouth one moment and then sucked my tongue into his mouth the next. I felt like I was really kissing my favorite person. I didn’t want to separate from him. That’s when I felt his hand go up through the chin of my dress and caress my breast. I felt myself getting aroused and I raised my head to look at him and said softly, “Do you still want to make love to me?” He said, “Yes, but I don’t know if I still can.” I felt around in his crotch a few times and didn’t feel his hardened dick. I guess his dick really wasn’t hard. I said, “Let me kiss it.” He didn’t object. I helped him unbuckle his belt, unzipped it, and pulled his dick out from the side of his boxers. He said it was uncomfortable and took his pants all the way off himself. He sat on the couch with his back against it and tilted his head back. I knelt between his legs and started kissing his dick. His dick was soft and his foreskin was a little long, I flipped up his foreskin and could still smell my pussy juice left on his glans. I licked his glans with my tongue a few times and sucked on it with my lips for a while. I noticed that his dick was starting to get bigger. As I continued to suck him, lick him, and even take him all the way in my mouth and come would keep moving, I heard him saying, “It’s so good …… it’s so good ……” as his dick hardened up.
I held his dick in my hand and kept rubbing it up and down and back and forth, occasionally putting it in my mouth a few times. I could feel it getting harder and harder and my arm was getting to feel a little sore. I looked up and asked him, “Do you want to go in?” He said, “Yes, I want to.” I stood up and took off my pants, then sat on him with my thighs apart, I lifted my ass a little, grabbed his cock, aimed it at my pussy, and pushed my ass forward hard, and his dick was in my pussy. He told me, “That feels so good, so good.” I sat on top of him, actually I was squatting on the couch, bracing both hands on his thighs and pushing my ass forward as hard as I could. I don’t know when he unbuttoned my blouse, both hands cupping my breasts in one hand as he mouthed, “Comfy, comfy, I want more, I want more.” The couch was soft, which made it hard for me, and I suggested doing it on the bed, to which he agreed.
He insisted that I still be on top, he said he was especially comfortable with me on top, and I complied. I had much less effort on the bed, I parted my legs and knelt on his crotch, my dick went in easily, my upper body was on top of his, and I twisted my lower body while kissing him. I kept lifting my hips forward and I heard him screaming, “Comfy, comfy, I want more, I want more.” I felt his penis grinding in my vagina and generating very strong pleasure, as the grinding speed increased so did the pleasure, I was already tired, it was as if I felt a dark cloud covering the blue sky in front of me, I just had to hold on for a little while longer and I would be able to punch through the cloud and rise up into the sky. There was no more strength left, I used my last breath to push forward a few times, finally I rushed through the dark cloud, saw the blue sky, and ascended into the sky. At the same time, I heard him screaming, “Oh …… I’m going to come out, I’m going to come out …… you move a little more, move a little more.” And I felt him grab my crotch with his hand and push and pull hard a couple of times, then let out two long grunts and with his dick bulging a couple more times in my pussy. He shot another load of cum into my pussy.
I was on top of him unable to move as he held me and kissed me on the cheek and was talking to me, “I didn’t realize that sex with a woman on top could be so comfortable, I’ve never felt that before. Let’s make love later or you on top.” I didn’t have the strength to talk to him. He went on to say, “I always thought that oral sex in porn was done for other people to see, I didn’t expect oral sex to feel so good, I think the pleasure of inserting it after oral sex is especially strong.” He continued to talk to me and tried to move to get up. I told him, “Don’t move, okay?” His dick was still in my pussy and I hadn’t awakened from the pleasure I had just experienced, I was still enjoying the pleasure and I wanted it to go on forever.
We rested for a while, then took another shower and got ready to go home. I looked at my watch as we were leaving the house and it was almost 9 o’clock. He offered to give me a ride, I said no, he insisted. I said we’d take the subway and he insisted on getting a cab. On the way home, he put his arm around me and didn’t say a word. When we were almost at my house, I said to him, “Am I a bad woman, you shouldn’t be with me.” He did not answer me. Not far from my neighborhood, I told the driver to stop, I kissed him, said goodbye, and got out of the car. I had just walked into the building when my cell phone rang with the sound of a short message. I took my cell phone out of my bag and opened the short message, there were only three words on it, “I love you”; the sender:
He has been calling me for the past few days, and he keeps sending me short messages (after the National Day, he has left our department to intern in another department). He said he misses me a lot, he said he’s been reminiscing about the feeling he had with me for the past few days, he said he misses that feeling, he said he still wants to be with me, and he asked me when I’m free. I told him I couldn’t for a few days. Because my husband was coming home for the weekend and I was finishing up the first few posts. Of course, I didn’t tell him any of this.
My husband came home over the weekend, and by the way, he picked up my daughter as well. My daughter was very happy to see me and sat in my arms and pampered me. My husband was cooking in the kitchen. I don’t know how to cook. Usually when my husband is not at home, I am either on duty at my workplace, or I go to my mother-in-law’s house to see my daughter and have a good meal there, or I go out to eat with my colleagues, or sometimes I go to my parents’ place. Sometimes I go to my parents’ place. If I’m really alone, I’ll just make some instant noodles and eat them. Remember this year’s sars time, my husband did not come home for nearly a month, that period of time is really called difficult, I almost ate a month of instant noodles, now think of myself do not know how to come over.
Hubby made three dishes and one soup, of course there is my favorite cabbage, pork skin and vermicelli soup. The vegetables were all bought in the nearby hypermarket, there doesn’t seem to be a marketplace near my house. Sometimes I think the vegetables are not too fresh, but I can’t say so. When eating, my husband said to me, recently the company is very busy, due to the first half of the sars impact, this year’s output profits may not be completed, therefore, he intends to the end of the month or the beginning of the 11th in person to Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Beijing business trip once, and a few big customers to meet, to see if there is the possibility of increasing orders, at least to increase the return of some of the money. About to go out 10 days or so, I want to be home alone to be careful. He also said that if there is something on the weekend or if he is tired of bringing up the child alone, he will leave his daughter with her mom. He seldom talks about the company’s business at home, so it seems that this time he is really in a hurry. He also said that in the past two years, he felt very tired, always running both ways, although it is not very far, but each time the round trip will take more than 4 hours. Plus, his daughter will be in first grade next year, so he can’t leave it at her mom’s place anymore. So he plans to talk to his boss after the New Year, if he can be transferred back to the best, if not he plans to find another company. I think he’s got a lot on his mind this time.
After dinner, we sat in the living room and played with our daughter. My daughter is very smart, she already recognizes a lot of words, she can memorize very long children’s songs or stories, sometimes we would let her be the little actor and we would be the audience, let her put on a show for us, it would make us so happy. It was almost 9 o’clock when my husband said to me, “Get an early night.” Then we took turns showering and getting ready for bed.
Our house has three bedrooms and one living room, the two facing south are bedrooms and the one facing north is a study. My daughter is still young, she doesn’t dare to sleep alone, but it’s crowded with the three of us, so we take turns sleeping with my daughter, and the other one sleeps next door. My daughter said she wanted daddy to sleep with her today, so I said good night to them and came out of the room. I’m not in the habit of going to bed early, so I ran to the den and turned on the computer to go surfing the internet.
About half an hour or so later, I heard footsteps coming toward me, and it was my husband’s voice. Hubby walked into the den in his pajamas. “Surfing the net,” said to me.
I said, “Eh.”
“Didn’t you say that you can access the internet even in your organization now? You still go online at home?” After a pause he added, “I found that you don’t look very good lately, are you on the Internet very late, you have to pay attention to your body. You are no longer a little girl.” Hubby always speaks in a caring, considerate and courteous manner.
“It’s really fun to be online and the time passes quickly, I’m home alone with nothing to do.” I said.
My husband stopped talking and I saw him looking for something on the bookshelf, but he didn’t seem to have a purpose, pulling out a few books and flipping through them and putting them back. He seemed to suddenly remember something and then said to me, “I heard that Changfeng Park is having a light sculpture show, can I take my daughter there on Sunday?” I said I didn’t want to go. I said, “I don’t want to go, you can take her there alone. In fact, I want to put those two articles early to organize and send out. He didn’t say anything and went out, and I heard him watching TV alone in the living room, as if he had changed several channels. A while later the sound of the TV was gone and he came back in, “Go to bed early.” He said.
The weekend, although we hadn’t agreed on it but it seemed to be our legal time to have sex unless there were special circumstances. As usual we each undressed ourselves, I still had my underwear and he was already naked. We slept under the covers cuddling and kissing, he’d put his hands in my underwear to feel my breasts and I’d put my hands under him to feel his dick. Gradually I could feel me getting aroused and his dick had gotten hard. He started to reach into my pants with his hand and was touching my clit and I felt me getting more and more aroused. I backed my boxers down my thighs with my hands and he stomped my boxers under the covers with his foot. Then he rolled over on top of me in a hug. We began to make love. We rarely change positions when we make love, sometimes I do it sitting on top of him say, and occasionally, I’ll let him stick it in from behind me, which he says is comfortable, but finds it unsightly. Making love with my husband we don’t need to say much and I am able to have an orgasm. After sex I was afraid that his semen would flow on the bed and I was going to go to the bathroom. I tried to find my boxers but I couldn’t find my boxers, so I rushed to the bathroom with my hand over my vulva. I was in the bathroom and I heard him saying, “Go sleep with your daughter, I’m tired and I don’t want to move.” I grabbed a pair of boxers from the cabinet and put them on and went to bed with my daughter.
On Saturdays, we usually don’t go out because the bellman comes to our house to do work. In fact, we don’t have a lot of work to do at home, just mopping the floor, cleaning the glass, and scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen, and of course, the clothes that I change in a week. My husband has told me a few times that the clothes I change out every day are just a few pieces, so why put them away for a week when I can just wash them myself? I said that I only have a few pieces of clothes, so it would be a waste to put them in the automatic washing machine, and it would take a long time to wash them. And it takes a long time to wash. I know in my heart, this is my defense, in fact, I am lazy, do not want to wash. In the morning, my husband usually goes grocery shopping because it’s the day of our family reunion in a week, and he will make a nutritious and rich lunch for us. This is also the happiest day for our whole family.
On Sunday, my husband took my daughter to Changfeng Park. Before he left, he told me that they wouldn’t be coming home for lunch, and that there was still some cold food and cold rice in the refrigerator, so he told me to give it a spin in the microwave and eat it myself. When they left, I sat down in front of the computer and began to write “We have sex again today (three)”. At noon my husband called to say that it was about to rain and they weren’t going to play, he and his daughter went to his mom’s place for once, and asked me if I had eaten lunch yet. I look at the sky has indeed been much more gloomy.
I was sitting in front of my computer writing an article in the afternoon and I heard it was raining outside and I felt very cold. The next day I realized that the temperature in Shanghai had dropped 12 degrees in 2 hours and there were heavy rainstorms in some places in the north. It seems that this is really an unusual fall I wrote my article very slowly, I was thinking about him when I wrote the article, I was trying to remember the time with him, I think with him is really happy, also very romantic, I really have a feeling of being in love. I asked myself if I really liked him, I asked myself what I really liked about him. Is it because he looks like my first boyfriend? He did resemble my first boyfriend, my first boyfriend was his age when he left, and he was about the same height, and he spoke with the same emphasis. I’m so sad to think of the sadness of the past. He sent me a short message, very simple only a few words “what are you doing”. I didn’t reply to him because I was afraid that he would interrupt my writing. When I wrote “his penis is still in my vagina, I have not awakened from the pleasure just now, I am still enjoying the pleasure,……” when I really can not help it, with the cell phone to give him a call. I asked him where he was, and he said he was watching soccer at home, and he said that he had been scored a goal by Sichuan, and he said that he was very nervous, and he said something else, and finally he said, “Is it convenient for you? I’ll call you at halftime if it’s convenient.” I said, “Okay.” And hung up the phone.
I’m no longer in the mood to keep the article going. I was angry, really angry. I was going to tell him that I missed him. Now, I’m starting to wonder if he really likes me, is his soccer more important than me? Didn’t even have time to say a few words to me. I thought of my husband, thinking of him I remembered that he and my daughter had been going to my mother-in-law’s house for a long time, and I wanted to ask them when they were coming back, so I called my mother-in-law’s house, and the phone was answered by my mother-in-law, and when she heard that it was me she told my husband to listen, and I asked him, “When are you coming back?”
He said, “I’m watching soccer now, mom is already preparing dinner, come to my mom’s place for dinner, I’ll pick you up after I watch soccer.” Although I didn’t think it was a big deal when my husband used to watch soccer on weekends, I hate the word “soccer” the most. I said, “Whatever” and hung up the phone. The phone rang for a long time before I answered it. When the phone rang, I didn’t have to look at it to know it was him. I didn’t want to answer it, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t say anything, he probably knew I was angry and said a lot of nice things on the phone and finally my heart softened again. I asked him, “Do you miss me?” He said he missed me very, very much and could not wait to come and see me right now, kiss me, hug me, and make love to me. Even though I knew he was just coaxing me, I was happy to hear it. I told him, “I’m on duty next Wednesday, will you come and see me?” He said to come. In the end, he said the first half was so well played that Shenhua came back later and scored two goals, and now it’s 2-1, and he said the second half was about to start, and he wanted to watch soccer.
He still has his soccer on his mind. However, I’m in a much better mood than I was a while ago It was almost 6 o’clock when my husband came back and he said it was cold outside and asked me to put on more clothes. It was indeed cold and raining outside, and I felt much warmer when I got into his car.
It was already past 9:00 when we got back from my mother-in-law’s house, and my daughter didn’t come back with us. Hubby said he had to be at the office early for a meeting tomorrow morning, so he went to take a shower first. I sat on the sofa and watched TV. After he washed up, he came out and asked me if I was going to wash, and I said I would wait a while to wash. He watched TV with me for a while and then went back to bed. He also asked me not to watch it too late.
I remembered my post that I was going to send out this afternoon, but I hadn’t written it yet, so I went to my study. By the time I had written it, corrected it, and sent it out it was also after 12:00 pm.
My husband was already asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up, I moved very gently when I got into bed and when I fell under the covers I heard him say, “What time is it?” “It’s after 11.” I lied to him. Then he went back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep, I pressed my body against his back and thought a lot. I’ve slept in the same bed with him for seven years, I’ve made love to him more times than I can count, but have I ever truly loved him? On the contrary, he gave his all for me, for the sake of this family, for our daughter, and I felt that I was very sorry for him. My hand slowly reached into his underwear and squeezed his dick. He felt it and turned to me and asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “Let’s make love.”
For the sake of narrative, I will tell you my real occupation. Some of you have already guessed it. I am a doctor, and the hospital where I work is an affiliated hospital of a medical university in this city. For the sake of your understanding, I would like to mention some of the conditions in the hospital. Doctors are divided into chiefs, deputy chiefs, attending and residents according to their titles from top to bottom. The duty shifts are divided into first, second and third shifts, which actually means first, second and third shifts. The first shift is filled by residents, the second shift is filled by attending physicians, and the third shift is filled mainly by associate directors and above, and sometimes by senior attending physicians. The first shift is mainly responsible for handling daily situations, the second shift is mainly responsible for emergency and critical patient resuscitation and emergency consultation between departments, and the third shift is basically free. I am currently an attending physician on the second shift.
Today is the day of the successful launch of China’s manned spacecraft, and all the media are reporting it as headline news, as if today is a national holiday. Indeed, this is a proud day for us Chinese. But this has no effect on the lives of the people, who still have to do what they should do. Today it is my turn to be on duty and I still have to be on duty.
He said he would come to see me today, but he hasn’t come yet. It’s almost 8 o’clock and I’ve already finished all the work I had to do. I’ve also sent out my piece on my family. I had nothing else to do, and I was beginning to miss him. I was guessing all kinds of reasons why he didn’t come, something at home, went on a date with his girlfriend, went out with his classmates? Anything I could think of I would think of.
The more I thought about him not coming, the worse I felt inside, and the time passed very slowly. I wanted to give him a call and ask him why, but I held back, I wasn’t in the habit of taking the initiative to call him yet. After what seemed like an eternity, my cell phone rang. This is the hospital’s internal copy machine, in order to facilitate the search for people, the second shift above the duty doctor each with a, outside the line to call in through the switchboard copy can also find people. I know it won’t be him, but I still think so. Indeed, it wasn’t him calling, it was a consult.
By the time I got back from the session he was sitting in my office and seemed to have had a cigarette. He didn’t look as pleased as he used to when he saw me come in. His face looked a little anxious and uneasy. But when I saw him come, my heart was happy, and I had put my worries behind me, so I didn’t care too much about his face. But I still deliberately pretended to be angry and asked him, “Why did you come so late, did you go to meet your girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
His answer surprised me, I didn’t think he would actually girlfriend go and justify it to me. My heart sank all of a sudden. I don’t know what it felt like, bitter, sour, astringent and with a touch of anger. “Then why don’t you stay with her and come to me ……”
“Listen to me,” he interrupted, “I’m not there to date her, I’m there to break up with her.” I froze, unable to speak. He continued, “I asked her to break up with me two days ago, she disagreed and asked me why, if I had another girlfriend, and she got into a fight with me and ended up crying and leaving. Today she came to me again, do you know what she told me?” He looked at me with a strange look.
“How should I know.” I put on a calm face, but I was actually nervous about what was going on.
“She found out that it was you who was good with me.” He paused and then said, “After she left that day, she went to ask other students. She heard from other students that the two of us were together every day when I was interning here, chatting until midnight while on duty, and people saw us strolling down the street.” My heart was pounding as he was saying these things, I was scared, I didn’t expect our affair to be found out so soon. I had a strong feeling of fear.
He continued, “She came to me today and asked me if it was you, and I told her yes. She said I was stupid to go with a married woman ten years older than you when there are so many pretty sisters out there. I told her it was none of your business.” He continued to talk.
I was no longer afraid to listen to him, much less look at him. I don’t know if I was sad or touched, but my eyes brushed with tears anyway. I turned my body around, I didn’t want him to see me crying.
He hugged me behind my back and kissed my ear without saying a word. Later he turned my body around and said to me, “I have never really liked another woman, when I first saw you I said to myself you are the woman I am looking for, I really like you.” He also said, “That girlfriend of mine has not wanted to get along with him for a long time, except that she is a little bit beautiful, there is no good place, and snobbish, and heart is also small, and love vanity. He is dumping his former boyfriend to be good with me, I just did not find a favorite girlfriend to play with her.” I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or not, I just feel like he’s saying a lot of bad things about her and I don’t want to hear it.
“Will you stop saying that.” I looked up at him with my eyes still watering and said, “You’re being really stupid.”
“You call me stupid too, can’t you see that I really like you.” He was excited when he said this.
“I know.” I meant what I said, I could feel that he genuinely liked me, and I hoped that was the case. But I was scared in my heart, I was scared that he would get tired of playing with me later and dump me too. Although I didn’t think about it that much when I was with him in the beginning, I feel like I really like him now, and I feel like I can’t leave him anymore.
“Will you stop liking me later?” I’ve been meaning to ask this since I thought I really liked him.
He didn’t answer me right away, he thought for a moment, then he grabbed my upper arm so tightly that he said, “Although I can’t prove it with the truth right now, please do believe me.” He was a little agitated.
I didn’t know what else I could say to him, I just looked at him, into his eyes, and I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t lying to me.
He added, “A woman like you would be stupid if a man didn’t like you, I’m sure there are a lot of people who like you, they just don’t dare to say it, I don’t care, I like you I’m going to say it, I don’t give a damn about how people talk about me,”
He’s still saying, “You know, even though I don’t live in the school, I know that my classmates are talking about you, and they say that you’re the prettiest and most temperamental female doctor in the hospital.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking or trying to make me laugh, but anyway, I almost broke into a fit of giggles at his comment. I didn’t let myself laugh as I leaned my head on his shoulder and said, “I like you too.” It was the first time I had ever said I liked him to his face because I felt like I really had fallen for him. When he tried to lift my head up to kiss me my examiner went off again and I had to go to the session.
I was much calmer by the time I got back from my session. I saw him playing on the computer and my heart stomped again, usually I leave the computer with the window closed, but this time I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want him to know that I’d written about him and posted it on the internet. In fact, my worry was unnecessary, he was just looking at the game website, I asked him what the game was, I think he said it was “Wonderland” or something, he told me that this game is very fun, there are a lot of people playing it, and there are also buy and sell and so on, I do not know anything about the game.
“Are you free tomorrow, I’m out of the night shift tomorrow, will you go out with me?” I said.
“Okay, but the section we’re currently interning in is very strict and states that we can’t leave until after the 4pm nightly check-in, so I’ll see if I can sneak out early, and you can wait for my call at home.” He seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of earlier, and the tone and emphasis of his speech had returned to his usual manner.
Then we chatted for a while, and when I saw how late it was, I said to him, “Go home early, you’ll have to go into the ward tomorrow.” He said okay, but he didn’t stand up anymore and kept his eyes on me. I knew he wanted to kiss me, so I stood up first, walked over to him and took his hand and said, “Go back early.” He obediently wrapped me in a hug and then we started kissing and he put his hands on my breasts and was grabbing them through my overalls. Then he moved his mouth to my ear and said to me very softly, “I want to make love to you.” I said no, the first shift doctor today was a woman and she was probably already asleep. He said then we’ll do it in the office. I said that’s even more of a no-no. I actually wanted to do it with him the next day just after noon he called. When he called I was taking a bath, because the hospital quilt was washed clean again I still think dirty, I wanted to take a bath and rest for a while, I did not think he would be so early to call. I wrapped myself in a towel and answered the phone. He said he was already in front of my neighborhood, and he asked me to tell him my house number, and he said he wanted to come up. I didn’t let him come up because this home belongs to me and my family, more specifically to my husband, and I don’t want a man who is related to me to come to my home, especially him. I was in a great hurry to get downstairs, and on the way I wondered if I had closed the door to my house.
I didn’t see him at the door and I turned around in place still not finding him. I heard him calling me, and I looked over at the sound of his voice and found him sitting in the car, and in the driver’s seat, and I was so surprised that I went up to him and said, “You drove here by yourself?” He said, “Yes.” I was about to ask him about it when he immediately went on to say, “Here, you get in first.”
On the road he told me that he got a driver’s license in the summer of his sophomore year, in addition to holidays or weekends will drive the car and students to go out to play, usually he does not drive much, the car is his father’s unit, but his father does not know, he asked his father’s men to borrow. He also said that his father is very strict with him, always say he has no talent, but his mom is very good to him. I wanted to ask him what his dad did, but I didn’t think it was a good idea, so I didn’t ask him. I said, “Where are we going to play today?”
“I’ll buy you a hairy crab to go, I told you last time in the hotel, I can’t renege on that.” He did say it, I thought he was just saying it, I didn’t even take it to heart, I didn’t think he’d come back for real.
“I know a restaurant that has authentic hairy crabs from Lake Yangcheng, but I’ve already eaten, so I’ll keep you company.” I assumed he hadn’t had lunch and that we’d find a restaurant in that part of town.
“Let’s go to Bucktown and eat by Yangcheng Lake, that’s where the flavor is.” He told me that he goes there several times a year, and that he knows a few of the owners there very well, and that he’s already called the owners there to ask them to reserve a seat. He also said that there are a lot of people who go there to eat crabs, all of them from Shanghai, and there are no seats available on weekends.
It was really crowded, and the owner did know him well, and the owner didn’t let us pay the bill we left. He told me, “Someone will come and pay the bill.”
It was dark when we got back, and I fell asleep on the way back, and when I woke up it was almost time to get to the front door of my neighborhood, and he asked me, “Can I drive the car in?”
I said, “Just park outside and I’ll walk in myself.”
He stopped the car and then took my hand and said, “I want to go up with you, I want to see your home.”
“No.” I answered him without thinking.
“I just want to see what your house is like, I don’t want to do anything, I’m curious about your house”. He was sincere when he said this.
I still don’t want him to go up there. Even though I like him and can say I love him, this is my husband’s house and I’m already sorry to my husband, it would be very hard on my psyche to do something else in my husband’s house that I’m sorry to him for. Even though he said he was just looking around, I couldn’t guarantee he would do that. “It’s better not to go up there,” I said, “I know you like me a lot and I like you, but I don’t want to take you to my house.” I already felt bad inside when I said that.
He insisted on going up, he said he loved me, he said he just wanted to get a feel for my life, he said he would never come to my house again. He said he would definitely not do anything I wouldn’t do.
I don’t know if all women in the world are that weak and irrational when it comes to their favorite men, at least I am. I asked him to wait for me downstairs for a while while I went up first. Even though I knew my husband wouldn’t be coming home today, I was still uneasy.
He was honest when he got to my house and didn’t talk or move around. I didn’t let him walk around my house either, I just let him sit in the sofa in the living room. I told him something about the house, I said the house is the end of 2000 to buy, when I bought the house ran a lot of places, downtown houses are too expensive, other places and inconvenient transportation, this is just the subway line one side, I do not have to change cars to work, and the house type is very good, is the wrong floor, when the wrong floor of the house in Shanghai is still very little.
I still wanted to talk to him, but I don’t think he was interested in what I had to say, he just looked at me without saying anything. Then he said he was thirsty and I went to get him a glass of water. He said he wanted to smoke and didn’t see a cigarette holder. My husband doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t usually use it and I didn’t know where it was. I went to look for the cigarette holder for him, it took me a while to find it, when I brought it over he was already smoking, he flicked the ashes in a napkin and scattered a lot of ashes on the coffee table and floor. I drew a couple of napkins to wipe the soot off the baseboards.
As I was bent over wiping the soot off the baseboards, he hugged me and said, “I haven’t kissed you properly today, and I want to.” I turned my body around in his arms to face him and said, “Isn’t that the deal? Don’t be like that.”
“I just want to kiss you, nothing else.” He said. I believed him now.
We started kissing. I just wanted to kiss him, I didn’t want to have sex with him. But I felt his hands on my back slowly reaching into my dress and I said, “No.” But he didn’t listen to me, his hands were still going up my shirt and were unbuttoning my bra. He was holding me very tightly, I tried to pull his hands out, I couldn’t pull his hands out, I tried to push him away, but I couldn’t push his body. All I could do was put my arms around his head and rest my head on his shoulder, “Don’t do this okay?” I felt like I was begging him.
“I want to make love to you, I think about it every second of every day, I just want to make love to the person I love, I don’t care about anything else.” He was still unclipping my bra as he said this.
“I know you like me and want to have sex with me, and I do, but I don’t want it in my house, you know? That would upset me.” I didn’t know if I was saying the wrong thing, I just felt that he had lost his mind as he pulled my dress out of my skirt, flipped it all the way up, along with my bra, and pinned me into the couch, frantically kissing my breasts. I tried to resist, but this insubstantial resistance of mine was quickly overcome by him.
He started unbuttoning my skirt and told me to lift my ass up a little, I didn’t know he had thrown my skirt and pants in there. I hurt a little when he thrust in. I closed my eyes and didn’t look at him, and I felt comfortable while he was moving, but I wasn’t getting any pleasure. After he let out two growls he fell on top of me. He saw that I was tearing up and he asked me, “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer him and I continued to shed tears. He told me he was sorry, he said he really didn’t want to do it when he came, but as I was wiping the soot off the floor he saw my breasts through my collar and he said he couldn’t help himself. I was still in tears. He was kissing me, he was kissing the tears on my face, and he pressed his lips to my mouth, and I tried to turn my head away, but he caught me. He said he wouldn’t let me down, he said he would marry me when he graduated from college …… I finally couldn’t control myself and let out a cry. I said to him “I love you very much.”
I didn’t see him off when he left, I let him open the steel door below by himself, and I said to him, “Drive carefully on your own.” He kissed me before he left. After he left, I straightened up the couch and coffee table that he had messed up, and used a wet towel to wipe off the cum that had run down the couch. I took a shower because I felt so dirty down there with his cum still stuck to my ass.
I slept in my bed looking at the ceiling, I wondered if I was going to continue with him. My husband and I have been married for 7 years, including before we got married, my husband has never let me do a thing I don’t want to do, always let me, but also caring for me in every way, never let me worry about the things at home. But when I’m with him, every time I disagree with him I have to obey him, I have a feeling that he is above me, and I’m very happy to follow his lead, except for this incident today. I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I were actually with him. I’m still rambling.
My cell phone rang, it must have been him calling, I didn’t bother to answer it. The phone rang for a long time then stopped, then rang again. If I didn’t answer it he would keep calling. I went to the living room and took my cell phone out of my bag and tried to turn it off. But then I saw the name that I didn’t know how many times I’d thought and called, and my heart softened once again, and I opened the flip cover of the phone and answered his call.
He said he was sorry many times on the phone, he said he didn’t want to make me feel bad or sad. He said he wanted to have sex with me because he loved me. He said he was perfectly capable of finding a girl his age to have sex with and had tried, but didn’t feel happy. He said he used to have a feeling of being hollowed out by his girlfriend after having sex with her and it felt really bad. However, he said, when he first met me, he decided that I was the woman of his dreams, and after the first time he had sex with me, he really realized what is the taste of a woman, what is the feeling of making love, what is the taste of loving someone. He also said that he couldn’t care for people, he couldn’t be considerate because he had been spoiled since he was a child, he didn’t know how to care for and be considerate of people, and he said that he seemed to think that no one needed to be made to care for him. He said he would learn. He also said a lot …… I don’t know if what he said is true or not, but I don’t think what he said is unreasonable.
When I was with him it was based on just feelings, I felt like I had found a love I had lost before and I just wanted to experience what that love felt like. I have never wanted to divorce my husband or live with him, and today I find myself thinking about it. Do I really want to leave my husband who has loved me since I was a child, who has loved me since I was a child, who has loved me since I was a child, who has always loved me since I was married? I can tell myself for sure that I have fallen in love with him, do I really want to go and live with a boy 10 years younger than me. I am hopeless, really hopeless. I didn’t dare to think about it any further. I thought of another man, a man to whom I gave my first love, my first time, almost all my love. He, then, was my first boyfriend.
Ever since he came over to my house the other day, I’ve been in a bad mood. It’s not exactly because he “raped” me, I’d actually like to have sex with him and I think it would feel really good to have sex with him. It just bothers me how every time I think I like a man, I willingly do whatever he wants me to do, and try my best to fulfill whatever he asks for, but ultimately this man is not meant to be mine. And the man I live with I actually didn’t love him in the first place, and I don’t know if I love him now.
He, still, calls and sends me short messages all the time. However, in the past, he usually didn’t call me on weekends, and sent an occasional short message. But last weekend he called. I was afraid that he kept calling to cause my husband to be suspicious so I promised him to go out with him on Sunday.
We didn’t go for a room, and we certainly didn’t have sex. We went to see a movie and then went to the tea room to sit for a while. I didn’t want to watch the movie until less than halfway through, and leaned into his arms in my thoughts. He watched it from start to finish, occasionally lowering his head to kiss me and putting his hands in my underwear to feel my breasts. I let him be.
When he was drinking tea, he saw that I didn’t say anything and thought that I was still angry with him for that day, and told me a lot of apologies again. I held my tongue for a long time before I said my first words, I asked him, “Do you really love me?” He said a lot of nice things, what a woman like me is how rare, and how he loves me and so on. I said to him that you are still a student, so be careful, if things get out of hand in the school it will definitely be bad for you. And don’t come to my section in the future, I suspect that people in the section are already talking about us, although they are still so polite to me. He promised. On the way to take me home, he said he didn’t want me to go back, he said his heart felt bad at the thought of me going back into another man’s arms, and he said he was going to find somewhere to have me with him. I told him, don’t be like this, if you really love me, we still have a long life ahead of us. I just wanted to comfort him.
My husband stayed at home for two more days because he had a meeting at the head office this week. That afternoon, I was talking to a patient’s family when my husband called to say that he had asked some old classmates to get together in the evening and asked me not to go back after work, he would come to pick me up. I actually didn’t really want to go, but I couldn’t not go.
Dinner we are in Zhaojia Bin Road, Suzhe Hui ate, which is a very well-decorated restaurant, and the environment is also very good, but my favorite thing is that this restaurant can not smoke, every time I went out to eat back at home after the clothes always feel the body has a very strong smell of smoke. His classmates I know, before my husband did not go out when often to my home, and sometimes will play mahjong (I will also), now they come less. Now they come less often. When we meet, they are still the same, saying what sister-in-law (Shanghainese: sister-in-law) a long time no see is still so young, beautiful, that my husband is really lucky, and said when to introduce them also a. Of course, this is just kidding. Of course, it was just a joke. My husband was also very happy and drank a little bit of wine. In fact, he can still drink a little, just usually not at home. He once told me that he doesn’t smoke anymore, and if he doesn’t drink anymore sometimes it’s hard to communicate between friends, especially with those guests. If you drink too much, you will start to talk nonsense, and you will also shake out the previous ugly things. When I saw my husband and his old buddies having so much fun, I was so happy for them.
As we got up and walked through the corridors of the restaurant to get ready to go home, I saw someone I knew very well, who was also eating there, and he looked up at me, and just as I hesitated to say hello to him for a few moments, we had already made our way to the door of the restaurant. This man was the one I mentioned in my previous post, the one with whom I have a special relationship.
When I got home it was late, I dropped my carry-on bag and went to the restroom to wash my hands, my husband followed me in, he hugged me from behind and said against my ear, “Don’t go on the internet today, okay?” He wanted to have sex with me. He never tells me directly that he wants to have sex with me.
Hubby seemed particularly excited that day. Normally I don’t usually take my pajamas off when we have sex, especially now that it’s getting a little cooler. Today he made me take off my pajamas too. My husband likes to kiss my breasts, especially when he’s in a good mood, but he never comments on my breasts, I’m sure he wouldn’t know and has never seen or touched what it’s like to have dried up, flabby breasts after breastfeeding, but he did tell me once that kissing my breasts turns him on. It was hard for me to be kissed by him, and this hardness wasn’t painfully hard, but because the stimulation wasn’t strong enough to make my whole body seem to be hanging in mid-air, with a feeling of not being able to go up and down. I was having a hard time tolerating this feeling and I needed to let it out fully. I hugged my husband’s body and said, “Let me up.”
Hubby was very satisfied because his grunts were louder than any he had ever heard before, his face was contorted more than any he had ever seen before, and, when I tried to roll off of him for fear of his cum running down the bed, he held me tight and said, “Let me put it in for a little while longer.”
By the time I came back from the bathroom my husband had sat up and was already in his underwear. I asked him, “You don’t want to go to sleep yet?” He said, “I want to talk to you about something.”
My husband said that he talked to some of his old classmates this afternoon, and they are all doing well now, with their own companies, and they advised him to come out as well, not to work for his boss anymore, and that it is not worth it to go so far. They told him that nowadays, as long as you have the skills, you can do any kind of business. Hubby said the idea was not bad, but it was a big risk and he had to think about it. Hubby has said before that he wants to start his own business, but he has never acted on it, and this time he is probably really thinking hard about it.
Hubby is this kind of character, things have always been very stable, he does not have 90% certainty will never start. When it comes to the big things to think about it is appropriate, but a lot of small things also think a lot of him is very sticky, so I am very uncomfortable. I remember when I was in a relationship with him, it took more than a year before I kissed him for the first time. He also never told me that he loved me. Because of his personality, I almost didn’t want to marry him.
In fact, I know my husband very well, we grew up together, he is a few years older than me. We sat in the same alley, which is a common old building in Shanghai, a long alley with many houses on both sides, each house has many families living in it, and each family has many generations. My family lives in the middle of the alley, his family lives at the bottom of the alley. My family lived on the second floor, and I could see everyone walking through the alley from my window sill.
Our families knew each other very well and he used to come over to our house to play when he was a child. He was the most popular little boy in our family because he was not naughty and he studied hard. I was an only child and had no siblings, so he played with me every summer vacation, for which he was often teased by the other little boys in the alley. She also had an older sister, because my parents were both doctors, and sometimes when my parents were on duty and couldn’t change shifts, my mom would let his sister come to sleep with me.
When we were little we had a lot of fun together, and we talked about everything, and I would leave my favorite food for him to eat, because our family’s financial condition was much better than his, and he would steal their good stuff for me to eat, but I didn’t like any of it. Sometimes the naughty little boys in the alley would bully me, and he would always help me, but he could never beat them, and once they even gave me a nosebleed.
Then we grew up and he came to our house less often, and sometimes I’d feel like I hadn’t seen him in a long time, especially during his high school years, since he lived at the school then. He would come to see me during vacations, but we talked significantly less than before. Until one summer when the summer vacation was about to end, he came to our house, he told me that he got into college, he said he just went to the school today to pick up the acceptance letter, but I was not particularly happy, but more envious.
A few years later, I also went to college. At that time, he was about to graduate from the university, he obviously matured a lot, he no longer talk to me like before, as if each sentence is only half-said. At that time, I felt that his character was not the kind of character that I like. He would also come to my school to see me, at first my classmates thought it was my boyfriend, I told them it was my cousin, then they believed me. I told them it was my cousin, but they believed me. Because he only came a few times a semester, and all he told me was about his family.
My parents also like him, I remember my sophomore year, my father’s unit was divided into a new set of public housing, when we were ready to move, he came to help us organize things, after he left I heard my parents in private discussion. I can’t remember their words, but it was something like this: they said, xxx (my husband’s name) seems to be interested in our daughter, and it would be good if our daughter really followed him, and also said that our daughter doesn’t seem to have any intention to talk about her friends yet. My dad finally said, “My daughter is still young, so I’ll wait for her to decide for herself when she’s older.
Since then, I have been avoiding him. Because in my imagination love should be very romantic and mysterious, my Prince Charming is not like him at all, I have no feelings for him at all. I just thought of him as my older brother. And at that time my first boyfriend was gradually approaching me. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t like him, I just avoided him. We had less contact after that. Occasionally, he would come to see my parents when he passed by our house. It wasn’t until after my accident in my fifth year of college that he slowly began to enter my life.
When we were in a relationship, I always felt awkward. Other people in love are always hugging and kissing, and even secretly have sex, while he at most only hold my hand. Even after we got married, he never made love to me with that kind of crazy passion and strong possessiveness, but a kind of obligation, a kind of responsibility and physiological needs. I once asked him when I was joking with him, I said, “Did you ever want to have sex with me when you were friends with me?” He replied, “You’ve been hurt before, I won’t let you get hurt again, and I won’t touch you as long as you’re even a little bit reluctant.” This is my husband husband treats me really well, my husband always puts me and our family first, I should be very satisfied, many relatives and friends envy us. But I always feel that he is not loving me but protecting me, he is trying his best to protect me and our daughter from harm, he is our protector. I am really grateful to him, I feel I owe him so much …… Hubby is still sitting on the bed talking about him, I weary my body in the quilt, put my head against his body, and my hand is gently caressing his stomach, which is already slightly blossoming. Although these years he is very hard, but the heart is very happy, because he feels that he has a wife he loves very much and a very happy home.
I haven’t seen him for more than a week, it’s not that I don’t want to see him, it’s not that I don’t want to see him, it’s not that I want to forget him, it’s that I want to leave myself alone and think about what’s going on with me, what should happen with me and him, do I really want to go on with him? But the more I think about it, the more confused I am, the more I think about it, the worse my mood is, the more I think about him. But I still have a little bit of sanity, that is, I do not go to see him.
He still called me every day and asked me out a couple of times, which I didn’t say yes to. He got a little anxious and said he was going to come after me if he didn’t let him see me again. I was sure he would do that. I advised him, “I know you like me and I like you, but you can’t be that impulsive, if that happens, I’ll never see you again.” He verbally agreed with me, but I knew he was reluctant in his heart.
Hubby has gone on a business trip. Before he left, he organized everything in the house. He let his daughter stay at her mom’s place on weekends, if I want him to let me go to see her, he put the home that often does not light the water heater also asked people to fix it, but also the home of the water, electricity, coal and telephone bills to pay the bill, and another before I left, but also cared about me not to go on the Internet too late, saying that it is not interesting, but also hurt the body. I promised him on my lips.
Today I have the night off. I wanted to go to my mother-in-law’s house at night to see my daughter, but he called last night and said he had to see me today and said he had a surprise for me (he knows I’m on duty and he knows my shift head better than I do). I asked him what the surprise was, he wouldn’t say and I couldn’t guess what it was. I said I didn’t want to go, and he said that whether I went or not, he would wait for me in front of the Oriental Shopping Mall at 5:00 p.m. this evening and wait until the mall closed. I had to promise him that I told him that I had something to do and might have to go later. I didn’t tell him I was going to my mother-in-law’s house.
Mother-in-law’s home was built that year Yan’an Road elevated relocated to the city’s western district of a new neighborhood, not very far from our home, hit the words of 20 yuan, but I think the time is still early, took the bus, I did not think that because here is also in the construction of the elevated road is very congested to my mother-in-law’s home has been dark.
My daughter was watching Cherry Blossom and was so happy to see me that she wanted me to hold her and watch TV with her. My mother-in-law knew that I was coming and made my favorite small dishes, and said that my daughter was very strange and obedient, and told me not to worry, they could take care of her. My father-in-law also stopped what he was doing to talk to me when he saw me going.
I actually know this home very well, my husband and I lived here when we got married until we bought a new house and moved out. They still have the bed from when we got married and say it’s still available if we go, but I hardly ever sleep in this home anymore.
My in-laws are retired, and they used to work in the same factory. They are hard-working, simple and kind-hearted people. They have always treated me very well, never let me do housework, sometimes I want to help but also think I am in the way. After we moved to the new house, my mother-in-law would sometimes come to help us, but she stopped coming when we hired a bellhop. When I lived here, I never got angry with my in-laws, they treated me like their own daughter, sometimes I think it’s even better than my own daughter, because they not only love me, but also have a respect for me.
Because with my daughter to watch TV, eat a good meal has been more than 7 o’clock, but also and in-laws chat for a while, when I left my daughter pulled me not to let me go, but also cried. I had to lie and say that mom had something in the unit.
I was in a hurry, so I called a car, but I was still more than half an hour behind the appointed time. I saw that he had a very anxious and uneasy look on his face. When he saw me coming, he came up and put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell the strong odor of cigarette smoke in his mouth, he probably smoked a lot.
“Why are you so late, why was your cell phone off when I called you?” He said I forgot, I was afraid he would call, I turned my cell phone off on the way to my mother-in-law’s house and forgot to turn it back on when I came out of her house. “There’s probably no battery.” It was the quickest response I could muster. However, he didn’t ask in detail.
I asked him where he was going, but he didn’t answer me and said to just follow him. Then we got into a cab or two, and he kept hugging me after he told the driver the purpose of it. He said he had missed me, and he said he would certainly come to me if he could not see me again. But he was obviously in a good mood already when he said that.
The car took a couple turns and I lost my bearings. We got out in front of a tall building and I asked him what this place was and where we were going. He told me it was his home. I froze and I said to him, “Why are you taking me to your house? I’m not going.” I kind of wanted to cry. He said it was his old home, they moved out a couple years ago and no one lives there now. He said he missed me and that he wanted to be with me and leaned into my ear and said he wanted to have sex with me. I was a little reluctant, but I couldn’t help myself and went up with him.
I can see that the owner of this house once spent a lot of money to decorate the room furniture, electrical appliances, but it is clear that those decorations and furniture have been out of date. He said that when they moved away, nothing was taken away, and also said that they used to have a key each, and then his mom changed the locks on the door, this time he was lying to her mom that his classmates from abroad had relatives in Shanghai, and wanted to borrow a period of time, and there was indeed a similar situation in the past, and her mom believed it. He also said a lot, I did not listen to him carefully.
We didn’t have sex right away, we cuddled and kissed for a long time, he was still touching my breasts and I felt myself getting a little turned on and wanting it. Instead, he let go of me and said, “I got a sheet and comforter cover from the house yesterday, why don’t you go and put it on.” That’s when I really realized that the house had indeed been unoccupied for quite some time, and although the owner seemed to have cleaned it, the air in the room was cloudy, and the furniture still had dust left on it that hadn’t been wiped off.
He helped me take off all my clothes, I wanted to keep a pair of pants, but it was not up to me. I wanted to sleep under the covers, he wouldn’t allow it, he said he wanted to kiss my body, he said he had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss my body, he said he dreamed about it. He got on top of me and kissed me from my forehead down my body, he took my nipple in his mouth and bit it gently a couple of times and buried his head in my cleavage and kissed his face with my breasts. He turned around and continued to kiss me down, I felt a little tickle as he kissed my thigh and I instinctively scratched him. He probably thought I wanted him to kiss me down there, so he adjusted his position and started kissing my vulva, but he only kissed it for a little while before he turned around and hugged me and said he wanted to go in. His dick was already hard and I blocked it slightly with my hand before it slid into my pussy.
I screamed from the moment he penetrated my pussy until he shot his last drop of sperm, and felt myself shuddering as he slammed into me. He thrust so deep into me that I felt a little swelling sensation as his dick had pushed up against my cervix. He was thrusting so forcefully and at such a fast pace that I felt like he was thrusting into me dozens of times in a row without taking a breath. His dick was rubbing so hard against my vagina that I felt the pleasure so intense that it flooded my brain like a tidal wave, and then spread to every cell in my body, I felt my whole body float, I needed this feeling, I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. However, he stopped, he got on top of me again and kissed me as he said, “Comfy? I’m about to come out.” I didn’t say anything, I knew he was waiting for me, waiting for me to go into an orgasm together. I grabbed his hand and let him pinch my nipple. He pinched them very lightly and I said, “Pinch them harder.” And I wiggled my ass as hard as I could to keep his dick rubbing my pussy. I felt like I was about to come and I said, “You come faster too.” He propped himself up on the bed on his elbows, his fingers still pinching my nipples, and buried his head in my neck as he swung his lower body to continue thrusting into me, once, twice, three times …… harder and faster. Finally, the well erupted, sublimated. Hand in hand we entered that dream-like world.
He shot his cum into my pussy in one gulp and then he lay on top of me while gasping for air:
“You’re the only person I want to make love to in my life.”