My husband worked as a process integrator in a major electronics factory, while I changed jobs several times and was always dissatisfied, so I was persuaded by my husband to become a full-time housewife for the time being.
In Taiwan’s electronics industry, overtime seems to be the norm, and my husband is no exception. Especially now that he has risen to the supervisory level, he is even busier, and naturally, he is not interested in that business.
In fact, I wasn’t quite so keen on doing that, so life was kind of beautiful. I myself didn’t realize that I would also cheat on my husband without his knowledge and enjoy the pleasure of cheating!
The place where we live is the so-called Garden Mansion, each household is a building-within-a-building design, and although the people who live here are not big shots or big bosses, they are more or less all a bit of a financial base, but you probably can’t tell from the outside. In fact, there are quite a few of these nameless rich people in Taiwan!
Our family lives with the in-laws because my husband is the eldest son, and also because my father-in-law had a stroke, my husband and my two younger brothers (both doing well in the electronics industry) paid for a Filipino maid to take care of my father-in-law and organize the house.
Since I quit my job to become a full-time housewife, I have had nothing to do at home. I have a Filipino maid to do the housework and cooking for me, and my mother-in-law is a devout Buddhist who, apart from chanting scriptures, participates in some temple and monastery activities every day.
After a while, I argued with my husband about going out to work.
“Hubby, I don’t care, I’m bored at home all day, I want to go out to work!”
“You’re too well-fed to be a grandma at home, aren’t you?”
“It’s just too idle, I don’t know what to do at home all day.”
“Or why don’t you go to this one, an event held in the community!” Hubby said, pointing to the computer.
Our community is made up of a number of similar garden buildings, with a community website for announcements, and quite a few events for the community to participate in, including talent, activities, and parenting. I took a look at the class schedule and signed up for several of them, and the cheating started with one of them – an online class.
I learned to chat online, but more often than not just hung out and watched people in chat rooms laughing and joking, but rarely participated.
One day, I was bored, I typed a line in the chat room: “Chatting: don’t be too young, don’t think too much, don’t type too slowly.” Soon there were a number of people chatting with me, I looked for a while, clicked on the name of one called “DaLong” (a pseudonym), because he was very careful to ask: “Can I do it? I’m not young, I don’t have a lot of ideas, but I’m a slow typist because I just learned how to type.”
I typed out a line, “Don’t rush, take your time, I’ll wait for you.”
That’s how our chat started. Without waiting for me to ask, he confessed everything about himself, I told him that no one on the internet would believe the truth, and he said that even on the internet he was telling the truth ……
That day, we chatted for a whole afternoon, and I could see that he was very happy, and made an appointment with me to chat the next day. Later I asked him why he was looking for me to chat, and he said that because I didn’t mind his slow typing, it meant that I was understanding, and even more so because my name, “Little Pain”, gave him a feeling of wanting to protect me as soon as he looked at me.
We chatted from online to offline, he called or sent me short messages whenever he had time, he said he liked to hear my voice when I spoke, sweet and soft.
He was a man of about forty years of age, married, and to be honest, he lived up to his reputation as a businessman, with a humorous and witty way of speaking, and a robust physique, and gradually I grew fond of him.
One day, I went to my husband’s house behind his back.
At the entrance to the neighborhood stood a man whom I knew intuitively must be him, even though we had not met before.
He smiled and waved at me and I grinned.
“Almost to my house, which is on the third floor of this building.”
I could smell the faint scent of cigarettes on him while his arm held my waist and hand, and my body couldn’t help but change a little, a tingling sensation all over.
At this point, I hadn’t had sex with my husband in almost two months or so.
“Come on! Sit down first.”
I casually leaned back on the couch and watched him I could feel my nipples slowly hardening and my bottom slowly getting wet.
“Ah ……,” I exhaled softly.
“What’s wrong, nervous?” He looked at me.
“Well …… kinda.” I wasn’t actually sure if this was caused by nervousness or arousal, but when he looked at me and asked me if I was nervous, I instantly found the man in front of me fascinating.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses, and soon, because it was so comfortable, my whole body went limp and I didn’t want to stop him at all. All I could feel was my nipples getting harder and harder, my bottom getting wetter and wetter, and even starting to contract a little bit and tickle a little bit.
“Ah …… ah ……” I couldn’t help but whimper as I was feeling in front of a man who was not my husband and whose eyes were looking at my body. The cotton underwear did nothing to hide the bulging nipples. The feeling was indescribable, a feeling of both shame and tingling. I guess that’s what’s commonly known as the pleasure of being visually raped! I knew it was wrong, but I was powerless to say “no”, as if the man in front of me had a special kind of magic.
“No…… no…… line…… ah…… ” I barely spit out the words.
But before the words were out of his mouth, he just kissed me on the mouth and grabbed my bosoms with those big hands. My breasts weren’t big, but in those big hands of his, they seemed just the right size. He rubbed my bosoms wantonly, not at all gentle like kissing my calves just now, but I got even stronger pleasure because no one had ever kneaded my bosoms like this before, especially through my clothes, and the constant contact between the raised nipples and the clothes rubbed them together, adding to the bursts of pleasure.
He pulled my shirt up, and my entire bosom was fully revealed.
As I’ve said before, my greatest pride is my fair skin, and at this point, the pale red finger marks from his rubbing just now were left on my fair breasts, and the entire slightly pink areola was enlarged and slightly bulging, and the nipples were even more protruding.
And it wasn’t even my dear husband who was looking at my bosoms in front of me, but him, and my shame rose at that moment. But he immediately took the nipple in his mouth and kept on sucking it, while his other hand held the other breast and kneaded the head nipple by pinching it hard with his thumb and forefinger.
“Ah…… ah…… stop, no! No way!” I cried out softly, trying my best to restrain my volume to avoid shouting.
But he didn’t say a word from start to finish, silently responding to me with his movements. As I reveled in the pleasure of his sucking and kneading my nipples, he quickly removed my shorts, and with them my panties, and spread my legs wide open.
He took a pillow and placed it under my buttocks, causing my lower body to rise upwards, and all the details between my legs were exposed to him in every detail. His eyes gazed at my private parts, and for the first time I was looked at by a man other than my husband in my most private place, and the shame in my heart reached its peak.
But it didn’t take long for the shame to be replaced by pleasure as he pinched the clitoral foreskin and pushed it back, exposing the entire clitoris. When I have sex with my husband, I can’t stand to caress the slightly exposed clitoral head, but this time, the entire clitoris was exposed, which was really too sensitive and too exciting! The peanut-sized clitoris was red and swollen with blood.
“I can’t …… I can’t take it anymore! Ah …… him, don’t! Don’t touch there……Ah……” He kept gently rubbing the whole clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, and I was close to the realm of madness. It was a pleasure like no other, and I finally threw everything away and screamed out loud.
“Ah …… I can’t …… I want to pee so bad, don’t, I really have to pee!” A constant urge to pee came over me, and my vagina continued to contract rapidly.
“Don’t be afraid to let it out.” He said while his other hand was inserted into my pussy with his index and middle fingers constantly picking at the top.
“Ah …… there! There! It’s so comfortable, that’s the place …… Ah, I’m really going to fly ……” When his fingers in his pussy gouged a certain point, my whole body suddenly felt as if an electric current had passed through it, and my whole mind went blank.
That’s where the G-spot is, and even when I have sex with my husband, I don’t always find it. But now, being rubbed on my clitoris while picking at my G-spot, my whole body was plunged into a kind of indescribable pleasure, and I could only give vent to it by moaning continuously.
“Oh …… ah …… I’m going to come out ah …… really come out ah… … “I finally relax the lower body of the endurance, pussy constantly and rapidly contraction, love liquid constantly gushing out, although not really pee out, but the overflow of love liquid, and pee out the amount is not far from, even when he was in the pussy gouging, the kind of “kiki” water sound can be heard clearly. I could hear the sound of “kiki” when he was picking at his pussy.
He stood up and took off his pants, and his rod popped out. I’m not exaggerating, the rod was much longer and thicker than my husband’s, and it seemed to be quite “strong”, so when he took off his pants, it really “popped” out from the inside.
He held his rod in his hand and slowly thrust it into my pussy. As I was sitting on the sofa with my legs wide open, the process of insertion of the rod was completely visible to my eyes, and I felt shocked and ashamed that this was the first time I was penetrated by a man other than my husband. The image of my husband began to flash in my mind, if he saw his beloved wife being penetrated by such a big rod in such a lustful position, I wonder how he would feel?
He pressed my legs upwards so that my ass lifted even higher and my lower body spread even wider, and he sat down, sending the rest of his cock completely into my cunt, and then he began to thrust slowly, from slow to fast, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, grinding every inch of my cunt with the hard glans prongs of his glans, with a skill that he could not get at all from making love with his husband.
“Ah …… quick …… quick …… I want to! I want ……” I finally left everything behind and said these words lustfully.
“Want what?” He slowly pumped his rod.
“I …… I …… want you …… to …… move like crazy! …… Ah ……”
“Then I want you to watch me move.”
I slowly opened my eyes, and through the reflection of the TV behind him (we were in the living room!), I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs. I could clearly see the firm muscles of his buttocks and thighs, the result of regular exercise, and I couldn’t help but grab his buttocks with both hands to feel the perfect muscular lines. I couldn’t help but grab his buttocks with both hands and feel the perfect muscular lines. This is something that my husband, who sits in the office for a long time or works in a clean room, lacks. (Hubby, I’m sorry! It’s the truth, but I still love you.)
Once again I moved my eyes to the place where we were joined, the big dark brown rod (I later realized that he would be sunbathing completely naked, no wonder at forty years old he was still a healthy bronze color all over) was moving in and out of my pussy. The feeling was quite marvelous, for the first time I was gazing at my private parts so clearly, watching that big meat stick being smeared with my oozing love juices, pumping in and out of my pussy, and bringing the two pussy lips in and out, and my lower body was really filled with a feeling of fullness.
Each contraction of my pussy can make me feel that my lower body is tightly wrapped around a thing, the feeling of going to heaven is just like that!
“Ah……Ah……I’m so……comfortable……Oh! …… Ohh ……” He started pumping hard and fast and I could feel my love juices leaking wildly and the wonderful feeling of his scrotum pounding on my perineum as he thrust to the end, and within a few moments I had two orgasms in a row.
“Oooh …… so tight! It’s really good, Rita, you’re making me feel so good down there ……” he said to me.
I don’t know how long the final thrusts took before he pulled his big meaty rod out and shot his cum all over my twat.