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My husband and I have been together for 8 years and have lived together for 8 years. We have a good relationship, but perhaps because time has passed, the passion is gone. Now we are more like family members. We are each other's first time in terms of sex. Sex is something that does not matter if you do not touch it, but once you touch it, you will be addicted. We are all like this. In the first year, we had sex almost every day, sometimes two or three times a night. At most, he wanted to see how many times in one night was the limit, so we did it 5 times that night. Maybe it was because I was young at that time and my body could bear it, so I didn’t feel anything. Or maybe it was because I overdrew my energy at that time, which led to many things happening later...
Now I have to state that I am 28 years old and my husband has been beating me since I was four years old. Logically, at this age, we should be as vigorous as wolves and tigers, but due to the transition period in the first year, I found that my husband slowly changed. We only tasted the beauty of sex when we were 21 years old. Although I knew that doing it every day was bad for our health, we were tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time and we didn't care about it. We wasted our youth and our bodies every day. To be honest, when I was still a virgin, I had watched pornographic films more than once. Every time I watched them, I felt aroused and fantasized that one day my beloved man would touch me and love me like in the films. I had fantasized about this scene countless times.
I don't deny that I am a beautiful woman, but I feel that I am a bit fat. I am 170cm tall and weigh 125kg, which makes me a girl with a rather voluptuous figure. We love each other deeply and we love each other's bodies. After living together for more than a year, he began to seem overwhelmed. Many times during sex, he ejaculated after just a few strokes. I thought it might be due to the pressure at work and it would be fine after a while. I had no complaints and always comforted him again and again. We began to intentionally reduce the number of times we performed sexual intercourse, only once a week. The sharp drop in frequency made me very uncomfortable, and the sudden change in quality made me very depressed during that period.
One night, I really wanted it, after not having it for a week. I reached out my hand to his little brother, and as soon as I touched it, he turned over, said he was tired and had to go to work tomorrow, and fell asleep. My heart suddenly sank to the soles of my feet. I turned around, and for the first time because of this reason, I cried and fell asleep in tears.
The next day, feeling depressed, I went online and randomly entered a chat room. Chat rooms existed at that time but are now closed. Right at the beginning, someone sent me a message asking "Do you want to do it?" In the past, I would either ignore such people or block them directly, but that day, I somehow started chatting with him. Later he asked me to meet him the next day. I have always been against meeting people online as I thought it was a very boring thing. But that day I seemed to be looking forward to something and agreed to him. Here, I will call him Li. I know that many things will inevitably happen a second time and a third time once they happen for the first time...
The next morning, I arrived at the KFC in Qianmen early and found a secluded place to sit down. I thought that if the other party was too unfair to the audience, I could sneak away. Not long after, he came. Although he was not handsome, at least he didn't look unpleasant. He was about the same age as me, and we sat together. After a while, he said let's go out for a walk, and I followed him out of KFC. He walked to a Sail, locked the car and walked south. Along the way, he didn't talk to me, he just walked ahead by himself, and I followed him stupidly. Actually, I was quite scared because I always saw news about netizens being killed on TV. During that time, I sent a message to a good friend. I didn't say anything, but I sent him the license plate number of the Sail. I thought that if I ran into a bad guy, I would at least have clues to follow. After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the entrance of a movie. I felt relieved because this was a public place and I thought he wouldn't dare to do anything to me. When we went inside, we found that the first and second floors were cinemas. I arrived at the cinema, went in and sat down, and he came over to kiss me, but I dodged because I would not kiss a stranger without any feelings. I always feel that physical infidelity is allowed, but kissing is absolutely not. He pulled me to sit on his lap, lifted my clothes from the bottom, put his head in my clothes, and bit my breasts. I haven't had sexual pleasure for a long time, and my lower body is flooded. In fact, I hoped he could suck my breasts for a longer time, but he pulled down my pants, held me on his lap, took out a condom he carried with him, put it on, and entered my body right away. He was very fast and not gentle at all. I thought he must look down on me. He must come here often with his female netizens just to vent. But it was the first time for me to have sex with a man other than my boyfriend. I longed for the nourishment that I hadn't had for a long time, but I didn't. He came soon after, not much longer than my husband. I was very disappointed. My first time cheating was a failure. After we finished, we sat on the sofa and he asked me to give him a blowjob. I couldn't even accept kissing, let alone oral sex, so I refused him and quickly found an excuse to leave.
After I left the house, I regretted it very much. This failed affair also meant that I had betrayed my husband.
My husband and I's sex life is still unsatisfactory. He seems to be less and less interested in this kind of thing, but my needs are becoming more and more intense. I love him very much, but I can't control my body. I like my body to bloom like a flower.
After another sleepless night, I made a date with another man, who was 38 years old. I don't know why, but the people I chose later were all over 30 years old, or people of this age who were somewhat mature but not too old, not difficult to communicate with and should be in good health. So I met him. But this man disappointed me. He was very short, not much taller than me, and had a big black mole at the corner of his mouth, which disgusted me. He was very satisfied with me and he stared at me with lustful eyes as soon as we met. The thought of having physical contact with such a man made me feel nauseous. After staying for a while, I found an excuse to leave, and he looked very disappointed. No matter how hungry and thirsty I am, I will not eat anything.
I feel like I have a really miserable life. Why can't I meet a man who, even if he isn't outstanding in every aspect, is at least relatively satiable? But think about it, outstanding men are busy with work, so how can they have the free time to surf the Internet? Even if they have this demand, they will probably spend a lot of money to find a higher-end lady who is not only beautiful and sexy but also has no worries, right?
My job is more casual, so whenever I choose to meet, it’s during the day. I feel that it will be safer during the day. The safety I am talking about refers to two aspects. First, the safety of my life and property. I don't want to lose my life for this. Even if my property is defrauded by bad guys, it is not worth it. Secondly, I think the police should go to hotels and inns to crack down on prostitution at night. Although I am not engaged in prostitution, it will be a big trouble if I am caught.
The other gentleman I met was also a man in his 30s. I have almost forgotten what he looked like, but he was just an ordinary man. We agreed to meet at McDonald's in the development zone. I think I have a unique vision and can tell a person's temperament, work, monthly income, and even sexual ability from his clothes and appearance. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be a gentle and refined person, so I didn't have much hope for him. He was very direct. After dinner, he took me to a nearby hotel and booked a room.
I remember that he was wearing a pair of high-power myopia glasses. After entering the room, I insisted that he take off his glasses. He said that he couldn't see anything without them. I said that what I wanted was to make it impossible for you to see clearly, because blurriness can create beauty. I have forgotten the details, I only remember that his sexual ability matched his personality very well, and he did it slowly and calmly, which not only did not give me any pleasure, but made me feel sleepy and almost fell asleep. I'm really angry with myself. I cheated on my husband, but ended up failing like this. Once, my husband was on a business trip and I was bored at home, so I went to the chat room again. By coincidence that day, I met a man who lived in the same community as me. I think he was Mr. Wang. My family lives in District 1 and his family lives in District 3, separated only by a road. Actually, I didn't plan to have sex with him that day. After all, we were so close that we would see each other every day. Besides, the community is not big, and there are 5 or 6 of my colleagues alone. Maybe he is a friend of my friend. I just wanted to chat with him casually. When he found out that I had just gotten my driving license, he tried hard to ask me out. He said he had a car and could be my sparring partner for free. I met him after a moment's hesitation.
He picked me up downstairs at my house (I only told him my building number, but didn't tell him the unit or floor). He drove a black Buick. I'm not familiar with the car model, so I don't know the details. He got out of the car like a gentleman, opened the door for me, and carefully fastened my seat belt. I felt deeply moved that quality and ability are really proportional. He said he would take me to a place with fewer people to practice driving. I said I didn’t want to go far, and he said it wasn’t far.
Along the way, he talked to me about learning to drive. After driving for about half an hour, he took me to a residential area that had just been demolished. Although it was daytime, there were very few people around. This might be because the house had just been demolished and the construction unit had not yet moved in. We exchanged positions and I started the car slowly. Although I have a driving license now, my driving skills are very poor. The accelerator and clutch always don't work together well. Either the engine stalls suddenly, or I drive the car like a praying mantis. He asked me, "Are you sure you have a driver's license?" I took a deep breath and simply leaned back in my chair, not moving. He patiently explained to me the key points of driving, and with his encouragement I restarted the car. He put his hand on my right hand which was holding the gear, very naturally, and helped me change gears with a little force. The sudden contact made me nervous and I changed the wrong gear, and the car stalled again. He said let's take a break, but his hand never left mine. I wanted to withdraw, but he held it tightly tentatively and didn't let go, so I didn't insist. The air suddenly became ambiguous. He carefully moved his hand to my leg, and I still didn't refuse. This seemed to encourage him, and he slowly pushed his hand deeper into her thigh. I am a person with strong desires. Just a spark can ignite me. Our breathing became rapid. She reached her hand into my clothes from behind and easily unhooked my bra. My breasts popped out and she grabbed them, rubbing and kneading them back and forth...
He guided me to the back seat of the car and everything happened so smoothly. I always hear people talking about performing the Zhougong etiquette in a car. I have never tried it before, so I dare not say anything. In fact, it is not comfortable to perform the Zhougong etiquette in a car. The space in a Buick sedan is considered to be very large, but for an activity that requires cooperation and intense collision between both parties, it is still too small. My legs hit hard objects several times and it hurt. The only feeling is that it is really exciting to do this kind of thing in broad daylight. Without much foreplay, he thrust hard, again and again, and he ejaculated in a short while. He wiped my lower body very carefully and I felt warm immediately.
It should be noted that he carried a small umbrella with him, perhaps he knew what would happen. A man's gentlemanly manners towards a woman are reflected in all aspects, including after performing the Zhougong ceremony, even if the woman is a stranger. This man, Mr. Wang, is the only man with whom I have had sex online and with whom I have not lost contact and have had sex again.
Reminiscing is really a difficult thing. Every time after I meet someone online, I record the time, place and memorable details on my computer in a language that only I understand. As for the specific process, I can only try hard to recall it. I want to remember more and narrate it to share with everyone, but I can't make it up out of thin air. So I think what I write is very plain. I hope everyone can understand my poor writing skills.
I may post another article later, I am relatively free today. Of course, some of it has been processed. My husband said it can’t be too explicit.
I like it after seeing it. No one sent flowers either, how ungentlemanly. Thank you for sharing. The original poster is so handsome!
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