After cheating, I hate my husband for being good-looking but useless (adult rape and abuse novel)

Author: Unknown

I originally had a happy family, with a house, a car, a handsome husband, and a cute and lively son. I love old

Sir, I love children. Both family love and romantic love are true love that comes from the bottom of my heart.

However, in the past six months, my heart has changed, from love to hate. I hate my husband. He is not good-looking.

It is useless and cannot satisfy the sexual happiness I want for a woman in bed.

I cheated on my wife, and instead of being harassed by that man passively, I started to actively throw myself into his arms. I hate myself.

I was also trying to weigh the choice between love and sex, but I felt like I was on drugs or addicted to drugs.

In fact, I can't seem to control myself.

Now, I feel very guilty. I feel sorry for my husband, my family, and even despise myself.

I have no self-respect and feel that I am cheap and slutty. This should never be me. I am not that kind of woman.

I used to believe in love and I believe in chastity, but what happened to me?

My husband and I have been married for more than four years. He is my first man. I gave him my virginity and my first kiss.

Even my first love was given to him. Perhaps no one believes that in today's impetuous society, there are

I am a woman who sticks to her bottom line.

This has everything to do with my upbringing and my experience.

I grew up in a single-parent family. When I was 10 years old, my father abandoned me and my mother to go with a woman who had no sexual desire.

The woman who raised the flowers got married. My mother always taught me not to believe in a man's sweet words. She said that no man is good.

Things, men are never satisfied.

I have always been an obedient child. I understand my mother's good intentions very well, and I am even more

I was admitted to university under extremely difficult life pressure. My growth and success are given to me by my mother.

All the love, therefore, there is a strong maternal instinct running through my blood, so much so that after I give birth to a child, I

All kinds of care and love. This can be said to be the continuation of love.

This is especially true for my husband. I cherish our relationship very much. He has gone through the double test of me and my mother.

Just married me. His family background was very ordinary, and he achieved success step by step through his own efforts.

In life, we have had dramatic similar experiences. He also comes from a single-parent family, but the difference is that his mother

ran away, and he lived with his father and later had a stepmother.

My husband and I met and fell in love after we started working. I'm glad he took the initiative to pursue me.

Because I have long missed that romantic and homesick season of youth.

In college, my inferiority complex and my striving for progress made me ignore the scenery around me. However, after graduation, when mother

When my mother started to worry about my marriage, I told her the truth. I have always been a good daughter and I don't know how to fall in love.

Love, I only know how to learn. My mother joked that she was responsible, and I comforted her by saying it was not too late.

It was a year after graduation that mother and daughter had a heart-to-heart talk about marriage. I was 23 years old at that time. I see

My mother's anxiety was the same as when I took my junior high school entrance exams, senior high school entrance exams, and college entrance exams.

Later, perhaps it was God's blessing, some men began to actively pester me, and for the first time I felt a rare secret joy.

and impulsive. I was extremely eager and looking forward to it, but at that time, I was thinking more about my mother.

I want to make my mother worry about my marriage.

My husband is very honest and stable. My mother likes him very much and I like him too. He is two years older than me.

He treated me like a big brother, or like a father. In his arms, I felt the warmth of my father who had been missing for fifteen years.

like.

Two years of dating has further confirmed his character. He respects me very much. He held my hand.

He kissed me, but I asked him to give me everything only on our wedding night. He kept accepting my test.

Test. I married him with great confidence, and I swore that he was the first and only man in my life.

He likes my conservatism and my traditions, and he respects my first time even more. He always holds my face and says,

The most beautiful and pure woman in the world he had ever seen, but he did not expect that she would betray his marriage in the end.

It's me.

In the first three years of my marriage to my husband, I was a very competent daughter-in-law, taking care of my husband and children, and being filial to my parents-in-law. I am

I am a very virtuous woman. Although I am Xi Shi in my husband's eyes, I also know myself.

A woman with an extremely ordinary appearance and a slightly fat figure; but her husband is indeed quite sunny, 1 meter tall

80. I like sports.

I have no idea whether my husband and I have a good or bad relationship. I have no experience with men, and I have no idea what to do.

Experience. The first time I felt that my husband's thing was too small was when I took my son's "little brother" and compared it with others.

I looked up information after comparing other people's children.

In the second year after marriage, I gave birth to a boy and the whole family was very happy. But later, every time I hugged

When I take my children to the park, I usually ask other children how the food is. Naughty? How many teeth have you grown? Will it

sit? Can you crawl? Communicate with the baby's mother frequently about parenting matters.

I remember one time, the child was over one year old and was slowly learning to walk. I talked to a woman I know from the same neighborhood.

A woman was taking her child to play in the square. The child wanted to pee, and her child happened to be peeing too. During this process, she

An unintentional remark from her made me more suspicious. She said, "Why is your child's penis so small?"

A little bit? "

I looked at his children's penis and compared them. My son's penis is indeed a little shorter than his.

A little caterpillar. After returning home, I searched online and read some information about male genitalia for the first time.

I suddenly realized that my husband's thing is not big. It is 4 to 5 cm smaller than that of a normal man.

It was only about 10 centimeters when it expanded. I suddenly felt humiliated, looking at the information and thinking about men.

My face turned red.