A lonely young woman's sexual experience (wife mature adult novel)

I mustered up the courage to write down these experiences because I wanted my stories to tell all men and women in the world to be more self-disciplined, and for all couples to cherish their feelings, because in this materialistic world, in this society of feasting and revelry, nothing is more important than feelings, and nothing can enhance feelings better than a couple spending more time together.

Where do I start my story? Just yesterday, I, a lonely young woman, just met the 40-year-old man with whom I chatted on QQ until the early morning the night before. He was a driver for his boss. In the evening, I walked out of the factory gate and a black Audi car stopped at the door. I opened the door and sat in the front. As soon as I saw how he was dressed, I knew he was really the driver. He spoke in a vulgar manner, had a hearty laugh, and seemed very self-righteous.

But the car was still comfortable, and we hurriedly had a simple dinner at a restaurant. I deliberately didn't order too many dishes, perhaps because I still had a trace of sympathy in my heart, as he was also an ordinary person. After the meal, he even asked for a receipt for the 31 yuan, which made me extremely ashamed, so I asked him to take me home. Because, looking at his appearance, I suddenly didn't want to continue with him.

He drove slowly without saying anything. When he was thirty meters away from the factory gate, he stopped the car and said, "Let's sit down." We chatted casually. I said, "You should go home early too, as your home is so far away." He said it was still early.

Meeting in real life is not as comfortable as chatting online, really. Thinking back to the night before when we were on the phone, I acted coquettishly with him and he coaxed me and we had a great time chatting.

I said again, you go back, I’ll go back first, I’m sleepy, we chatted so late last night. He suddenly grabbed my hand, perhaps mustering up a lot of courage, he kept stroking my hand and then began to kiss it. Then he said, no, we have to find a place.

He started the car and drove to a secluded place nearby. We sat in the back of the car and he began to kiss me. The kiss was a little rough and stronger, the kind I didn't like very much, but for a woman who needs kisses, I thought, just accept it.

His hand quickly reached into my underwear. I put my arms around his waist and felt him lift my bra. A man's warm, rough big hands pressed back and forth on my breasts. Then, his hand reached into my pants and touched back and forth in my slightly wet BB. The back seat of the car was so crowded, he put a cushion under my head and started to take off his pants, and I quickly took off my lower body as well. Even though I didn’t like this method and this place, I needed sex! I comforted myself like this and reached my hand to his lower body. It was a small penis and it wasn't even hard yet. He must be impotent, I thought.

I kept shouting: It’s so cold, so cold. He then lay on top of me. The car was really crowded, but I slept very comfortably. His penis came in, but it was still not hard. I spread my legs and clamped it. He started to thrust, and I kept twisting my body underneath. It took less than two minutes and I felt a warm current. It was such a short time. It was still too early for me to climax, but he already ejaculated. I thought to myself, this is really premature ejaculation, pure impotence plus premature ejaculation! I quickly wiped my lower body with the toilet paper I had prepared earlier, and put on my pants faster than I could take them off. At that time, my biggest thought was to get away from this vulgar man as soon as possible, but he was still telling me jokes about when he was young and peeped into other people's rooms, and I couldn't laugh at all! I just want to go home, back to my little nest.

After listening for a while, I said, let's go back, it's so cold outside. He even said: Send me a text message in the future and I will come to see you anytime. I didn't say a word and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He asked me why I didn't answer, and I said what should I answer?

And just like that, I returned to my own dormitory. It was a bit chilly in late autumn and it was so cold that it made my heart even colder. Just like that, I ended my sexual experience again. It was not comfortable or good at all and even a little disgusting.

I asked myself, have you really fallen to this point? You can accept any kind of man. I think it's because it's dark. If there was light, I really think such a man is disgusting and I wouldn't be ashamed to have sex with him. But deep down, I need caress and a man. There was no choice. When I got home, I immediately deleted his number from my phone. I never wanted to see him again.

Having written this, I have to mention an online friend I just met on Saturday. We actually only chatted online for ten minutes, but he sounded like a very romantic man. I asked him what he usually did at night? He said clubbing or coffee, and I was interested. Then he talked about some views on friends and sincerity. Because, deep down, I still like sincere people. Before going to work, I asked him to take me out for coffee when he was free. I like coffee (actually I have only been to a coffee shop once).

And so we exchanged cell phone numbers. When I went to work in the afternoon, I felt that my heart was no longer in the class, so I sent him a message: Are you really coming in the afternoon? He replied: Yes, I think you are a considerate woman, the kind of woman I am waiting for.

So we made an appointment to meet at the factory gate in the afternoon, and I told him how to get there in detail. Because our unit is very remote and hard to find, and most people have never been here. After get off work at 5:30, I hurried home to wash my face, change clothes (I was very shabby at work and only had one or two sets of clothes that were presentable), and even changed my socks with holes in them. Send him a message: Not there yet? He said he just arrived at the door.

I ran to the door and saw a white private car. I opened the door and sat in the back. There was a very delicate leather bag in the back of the car. It was obviously made of real leather. At first I thought it was a girl's, but later I saw it was a man's. The seat cover of his car was a nice-looking bright red color. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and luckily, he was the type that I liked.

While driving, we chatted casually. When they arrived at a coffee shop in the city, he actually asked for a private room. As soon as he entered, the waitress said, "Sir, the room fee is fifty yuan." He nodded and said, "I know." I was a little stunned: Why spend the fifty dollars on something else? Still no words though, he asked me what kind of coffee I wanted, gosh, I'd never had anything other than the instant coffee I drank at home.

I said it was okay, and he seemed to see my embarrassment. He ordered charcoal barbecue for himself, one for me (I can't remember the specific name because I didn't know there were so many types of coffee), ice cream, and an order of chicken wings.

We drank some water and watched TV first. We still chatted casually. I talked about my life and he listened with a smile. It lasted for about two hours. I felt that this feeling and this life were really good. Actually, I like this feeling. I have always liked the feeling of meeting a man for the first time.

He said, "Just sit here and watch TV," and you're tilting your head. I said it's okay, I'm not watching anything anyway. He didn't force me. After a while, I came back from the bathroom and saw that the main lights were turned off, leaving only the light from the TV. He said, "Sit here and watch." It seemed like I just came to my senses and realized why he called me over. I stood up, walked over and sat down. He put his hand on my shoulder naturally. I really didn't know what to do, so I could only rub my freshly washed hands back and forth.

He held my hand and said, why is it so cold, and then I knew everything was going to happen again, but I was also eager.

Because this man is that kind of man, he gives me a very natural, appropriate and just right feeling. I put my arms around his shoulders and he gently kissed my face and lips. I knew he was a delicate man from the first kiss. First the lips, then the sides, but I was impatiently looking for his tongue. Then we kissed deeply, I don't know how long we kissed, but I felt my body was too limp to move. He began to kiss my breasts, and then put his hand into my lower body. My period had just ended that day, and I was so scared that I said no, I really didn't feel safe here. He rubbed my breast with his mouth and said, let's go and take a shower.

Then I pressed the checkout light and sat down again, showing my original appearance. After getting in the car, we arrived at a bathhouse. I had never been here before, so I seemed a little hesitant, and he said he had never been here either. Let’s go and take a look first.

After I checked into the room, I couldn't take a shower in the room, so I had to go down to the lobby to take a shower. There were so many people in the lobby, and the guy who was doing the bath was waiting to earn my money and kept shouting. I thought to myself, since I haven’t had a back rub in a while, I might as well enjoy the service. I rubbed it for a while, and someone else was trying to sell me a bath, which was actually just applying bath gel on the body. I used a bottle of it that cost thirty-five yuan. When I returned to the room and was about to brush my teeth, he asked, "What are you doing?" I asked him to brush his teeth, and he said to brush before going to bed. I thought, isn't it time to go to bed now? So I asked him, what do you say I do, and he said I want you to sleep next to me.

So, I went to bed and slept in his arms, and we began to kiss. He gently took off my pajamas, and then took off his own clothes. We got into the white quilt, and he began to move my lower body gently with his hands. Under his guidance, I felt that I was flowing all the time. Then he leaned down and kissed me with his mouth, from chest to thighs, staying on the clitoris. I felt indescribably comfortable. He licked every inch of my vagina, I moaned, and then looked for his penis. We had oral sex in the 69 position. This was the first time I used this method, even with my husband. Maybe we haven't studied this yet. At that time, I thought, this is the 69 position.

I know that he actually wants me to reach orgasm before he ejaculates. But that day I really couldn't do it. I was afraid that the blood would stain the sheets red, so I didn't dare to do it too deeply. Anyway, it felt great and he seemed very comfortable after he ejaculated. I thought it was only one night, so I might as well take a rest first. Unexpectedly, he immediately put on his clothes and said he was going home. I was stunned. Why did you want to go back? He said my daughter was home alone and she was too young. Then he kissed my face and lips again and again. I really didn't want him to leave, but I still pretended to be strong and said: Then you go.

He said we would contact each other via text message and phone tomorrow, and I said: It's okay. Just do your own thing! Now I really regret what I said! The moment I saw him pick up his backpack and leave, I felt extremely lonely. After he left, my legs were very tired and painful, and the blood was flowing intermittently. Oh, that night was so long. The noise outside kept me awake. I fell asleep at one o'clock and woke up at five in the morning. When I checked out in the morning and saw the receipt for my spending last night, I felt so regretful. If I save the money, I can live on for a while longer!

The next day, I thought about everything about him and felt a little reluctant to let him go. I sent him messages but he didn't reply and he didn't answer my calls. I don't know how I spent the next week. I missed him and every moment we were together. I left him messages on QQ that made me cry just reading them, and sent him long text messages, but he didn't reply.

Nothing. In fact, this is just a one-night stand for a rich and well-connected person. How could they take it seriously?

I hated myself, so I decided to forget him and everything that had happened. That was why I met the driver two days later. Because my heart is in so much pain that I numb myself. However, a night of pleasure is easy to find, but how can a broken heart heal?

By the way, I have always forgotten to introduce myself: I am a young woman in my early thirties, my children are taken care of by the elderly, and my husband is gentle, close, and orthodox, and he is the lover I can trust the most. But he is out of town, so we usually get together once a month, and of course the quality of our sex is also extremely high. It is such a huge irony for two highly educated people that they still have to struggle for life and cannot be together.

I see my girlfriend, she only got 200 points in college and was sent to college by her parents. After graduation, she got a job in a public institution thanks to her father's connections. Now she has a good boyfriend who drives her to and from school every day. She only buys branded clothes and doesn't want to wear anything that costs 200 yuan. What kind of world is this! Back then, I was also a beauty. Now that I’m a 30-year-old woman, if I wear pretty clothes, I still get a lot of attention. I often encounter inappropriate compliments from men when I watch videos online, but is this my fault? Studying hard in college cannot compare to having complex social relationships, and without a background, it’s nothing!

My husband and I met in the late 1990s. After we got married, he continued to study and is still studying now, far away from home. I just endure the loneliness and solitude. When I was bored, I went online to chat and found that there were so many men and women comforting and satisfying each other. This is also a way to make yourself happy for a while.

So, I started living my life. People should make themselves happy and enjoy their lives, why should they cling to loneliness?

However, I still love my husband with all my heart. We text and video chat every day. I would cry my heart out when I called him for several hours, and he would say that I was willful and useless. When I missed him, I spent a month's salary on travel expenses, and my salary was deducted when I took leave.

I don’t care about such a woman who does whatever she wants, a woman whose mood determines everything, a hopeless woman. Who can I tell everything in my heart? I have no money, no friends, no one to hug me at night or accompany me during the day, when will my days come to an end?

I can't remember how many men I went out with. I remember a boss worth tens of millions. He spent a lot of money on having fun, but it was just for fun. He even wanted to have a "threesome", that is, two women and one man. I rejected him sternly. I still hope to give my body to one person and like the pleasure of two people. I can't treat sex as a game, I just do it for physiological needs. Once I saw his name on TV and in the newspaper, and I suddenly felt like vomiting. How hypocritical!

There are also men whom I met occasionally online. When I met them, I realized that he valued money so much that he would not be willing to spend a penny more. In a simple little hotel, the sound insulation is so poor that we can't even take a shower. How can we have a good sex? I had to end it quickly and never see each other again. There are also hateful men. You can feel his hunger when he can't get your body, but he is satisfied after getting it. My principle for such men is to spend more of his money.

Of course, the ladies charge the fees, and I just spend their money. They always issue invoices for reimbursement, and then they say it's 88. Even if they ask me to see them, I don't want to see them anymore. There are many more, some of which can still be seen occasionally on the Internet, but there is less communication. In this world, men want to get women's bodies, and women want to kill time. There are too many such women and men around me. On the Internet, in hotels, in consumer places, you can see many of them, even female college students. What has this society done to people?

I hate this society, I hate this life!

I will never forget the first time I met an online friend. He was a boy three years older than me. My monthly salary was only 500 yuan at the time, but he said he could help me, but it required investment, so I gave him all my savings of 2,000 yuan. But since then, the phone has been turned off and there has been no news. I thought about calling the police, but I had no choice but to swallow my tears every night. It seems that since then, I no longer believe in love and true feelings, nor do I trust men. That was a man named Qi Rui, who cheated many people. I can still remember what he looked like. It was the first time I slept with someone other than my husband, and it was the most humiliating experience of my life. I don't want to talk about that process.

I once had an unforgettable love in high school, but he unfortunately died on the way to Changchun to report for university. What hurt me the most was that after his death I found out that one of my closest girlfriends was also in love with him, and he was having two girlfriends at the same time. This girl loved him more than I did and cried her heart out. From then on, there were suddenly no tears in my eyes, and I didn’t know where the true feelings were.

A friend asked, how do you deal with these men and husbands? In fact, I also received phone calls when I was with my husband, but I covered them up skillfully. If there is no other way, shut down the phone. And most of them are one-night stands, and men don’t want to call you again, so the danger is not that great. Besides, I only look for married men, who are safe and will not have to bear any responsibilities. We all have families and will know what is important. But my love for my husband is incomparable to anything else. When I am with him, I will give up everything and everyone and devote myself to him. We make love madly until we are exhausted. I fall seriously ill almost every time after we separate. I am physically and mentally exhausted, and the pain and longing in my heart often make me feel depressed for a long time. So, I will not affect my family or our relationship. Maybe, our sexual desires are too strong, so he uses his hands to solve the problem, but I can't do that, I need something real. So, I'm going to search.

I think one day I will come back to my original intention. I need a complete family, warmth, and a real life. I am still a mother and a wife.

In Longcheng where I have no friends, I am still continuing my life: my monthly salary is less than 1,000 yuan, I wear ordinary clothes every day, I cry when I call my husband, and numb my nerves with the Internet at night. I protect myself and indulge myself online. When I am in a bad mood, I will have one-night stands, and then calm my wounded heart and devote myself to normal work and life. A friend asked, why don’t you study? Yes, I learned English and took exams for professional qualifications, but what good does that do? I still earn very little money, still have to endure loneliness, and still go around by myself. We cannot dominate this society, this world, we can only dominate ourselves.

Friends, if possible, please cherish your home, please keep the hearts of your wife and husband, and please stay together for the rest of your life. Long-term separation will affect the relationship. Maybe the heart will not cheat, but the body will.