The true story of a sexually hungry young woman studying abroad (adult novel about married women)

Whenever I see so many people bravely writing about their sexual experiences, I can't help but decide to write about my own experiences that have been troubling and stressing me over the past few months.

First of all, let me introduce myself. I am 29 years old and have been married to my husband for three years. One year after marriage, I went abroad to study and have been abroad for two years. My husband is still working in China. Although I have suffered from homesickness, it has been relatively peaceful. However, in recent months, due to my lust, I have done many things that have let my husband down, and I am still struggling in distress... From childhood to adulthood, I have always been a good girl in people's eyes. Because my parents are very strict, my thoughts are also very traditional. When some classmates in junior high and high school started to fall in love early, I thought it was a shameful thing and didn't take it seriously. I focused on studying and eventually was admitted to Shanghai Jiaotong University with excellent grades. My parents were very happy about this, and I was also very proud of it.

When I first came to Shanghai to attend university, I saw many classmates starting to fall in love. Although I could accept this kind of campus romance at that time, I never had a boyfriend. It’s not that no one pursued me. There were many people pursuing me in college, but I always felt that my first love must be with someone I really like.

It was not until my junior year in college that I had my first boyfriend. We fell in love at first sight and were really happy during the two years we were together. Despite this, I always held my ground and only gave him my first kiss, because I always believed that my most precious first time must be saved for my husband. We are still in college now and have no certainty about the future, even though we love each other very much.

Sure enough, after graduating from college, we went our separate ways. He returned to his hometown in Qingdao, but my parents insisted that I stay in Shanghai to develop, so we were forced to break up.

I was lucky enough. With my excellent academic performance and good foreign language skills in college, I found a white-collar job in a foreign company and stayed in Shanghai as my parents wished. After I started working, there were men pursuing me, and my colleagues and friends also helped me to propose to me, but I didn't have the same romantic feeling towards those men in society as I did in college.

I have always had high requirements for relationships. I would rather be a scoundrel than a man. Moreover, I am relatively passive in relationships. Even if I like someone, I will not fight for him/her if he/she does not take the initiative. So I have been single for two years while working in Shanghai.

As I grew older, my family started to get worried, especially my mother, who always hoped that I could find a Shanghainese to settle down with. When I was 26, my friend introduced me to someone again. This time there was no serious talk. We just went out together, and she was her boyfriend's friend. But we all knew that we brought her here to see each other, but we just didn't say it explicitly.

This man is one year older than me, a native of Shanghai, and has a good job in the IT industry. Although he is not handsome, he is of okay height, well-mannered, wears glasses, and speaks decently, so I gave him a good first impression.

After we met, he was not like those men in the past who were eager to make a date with me, texting me and calling me every day. This kind of man made me feel very hungry. He is a man who wants any woman, and I don't like this kind of man.

He is always just right. Occasionally he asks me out for dinner or to a concert. I always feel quite happy when we are together, so I always gladly accept his invitations. Over time, it all came naturally and we officially became together. My parents are very satisfied with him. He is an honest and hardworking man, has a good job, has a wedding house in Shanghai, and looks pretty good. All his qualities meet my parents' requirements.

What's even more rare is that his parents also like me very much. Not many Shanghai people are willing to marry a woman from another place. Fortunately, his parents are also intellectuals. Probably because they see that I look gentle and virtuous, and have a good education and job, they also approve of our marriage.

Come to think of it, his conditions are pretty good. What else can I choose? I'm not young anymore. Do I still look forward to a romantic night? Besides, after living together for a year, I have found that he is a good person and treats me very well. Although we don’t have that kind of passionate love, it is warm and happy. Shouldn’t I be content? So under the urging of our parents, we got married after one year of dating.

I finally realized my principles and gave myself completely to my husband. When he found out that I was still a virgin, he was very touched. To be honest, he didn't expect that a girl like me, who had a good look and figure, could still be a virgin at the age of 26. He felt very lucky and said that he would treat me well all his life.

Overall, our life after one year of marriage was still very loving. He really cared for me in every possible way, and I loved him wholeheartedly. But I still long for my long-cherished wish. I really want to study abroad. I had this wish when I was in college. At that time, I was very envious of my classmates studying abroad. I also hoped to go out and see the world while I was young. However, the cost of studying abroad at my own expense is too high. Although my family conditions are okay, spending more than 100,000 yuan a year is really a bit too much. Moreover, my parents think that it is good enough for me to stay in Shanghai to work after graduating from Shanghai Jiaotong University. There is no need for a girl to go abroad. But after graduating from college, I still went to New Oriental on weekends while working. New Oriental was full of people who wanted to go abroad. In that atmosphere, my desire to study abroad became stronger and stronger.

In the end, I scored 630 in the TOEFL and secretly applied for graduate programs in many foreign universities without telling my husband. Unexpectedly, I got the offers and one university even gave me a full scholarship. I was really excited at that time and told my husband the news. Although I know my husband doesn't really want to go abroad and doesn't want me to go, I still don't want to give up this opportunity. I hope my husband can study abroad with me and I plan to help him apply for schools. But my husband said that his career in Shanghai is developing well and he doesn't want to go abroad. My parents-in-law are not very happy either, and I am very disappointed.

A few days later, my husband took the initiative to tell me that he had thought about it. Studying abroad has always been my wish and he should support me, but for our future, he should stay in the country to develop because he has his career here. He will earn money to support my studies. My husband also tried his best to help me convince his parents.

To be honest, I am really grateful to my husband, but I didn't ask him for a penny. I think it is very rare for him to be so tolerant and considerate of me. I can't use his money to go to school anymore. So I took my two years' savings and went abroad alone.

When I went abroad, I received a scholarship for tuition, and I paid for my living expenses by working in a Chinese restaurant in my spare time. In addition, I have always been frugal and was able to take care of myself financially, so I didn't need any support from my husband.

After I started attending classes, I met a sister named Fang. She is about the same age as me and had also just come from China to study. The difference is that she and her husband are both skilled immigrants. However, her husband is still working in China and it will take some time before he can come and reunite with her, so she came here to study first.

Our situations were similar, so we got along well. So we rented a two-bedroom apartment together. We cooked, ate, went shopping, and chatted together, so life wasn't boring.

We lived together like this for a year. My life was very simple during this year. Every day I went to class, worked, chatted with my husband online, and played games. Occasionally we have time to go shopping or watch a movie together, but we never go to bars. But sometimes, especially late at night, I still feel lonely and miss my husband.

Although my husband often calls and video chats with me, it still can’t relieve the pain of missing me. During the one year I was abroad, I returned home twice, once for two months during the summer vacation and again for 20 days during Christmas. Whenever I had a holiday, I would go back to see my husband. My husband also said he missed me a lot.

After one year of marriage, I don’t feel that I need sex very much. Every time it is my husband who asks for it. As a wife, I think I should cooperate. Although my husband can often make me orgasm, I don’t particularly want it.

But after going abroad, I saw the sexual openness that is common in Western European countries. In addition, as I get older and have been separated from my husband for too long, I feel that my sexual desire has increased a lot.

Sometimes when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep, I actually think of you, and so do my husbands.

One time when we were video chatting, my husband said he really wanted to, so he asked me to take off my clothes and have sex with him over the video. I understood and felt sorry for my husband, so I did as he said. He said he was masturbating while looking at my body, and asked me to masturbate with him. Before this, I had never masturbated myself, and didn't think that women masturbating could bring them pleasure. I said no, just want him to feel comfortable, but my husband wouldn't agree, and insisted that I start rubbing my vagina in front of the camera. For my husband, I started too.

While my husband was masturbating, he taught me how to do it and said sweet words to me, asking me to close my eyes and imagine that we were having sex. I followed his method and slowly rubbed my vagina, imagining that I was having sex with my husband. Listening to my husband's increasingly rapid breathing, I unconsciously rubbed my clitoris hard and actually had an orgasm. It was the first time I knew that masturbation could also bring orgasm to a woman.

My husband said he ejaculated too.

From then on, we often relied on video sex to satisfy each other's needs. I felt so pitiful for both of us.

But since I started masturbating, I would think about it often. But sometimes my husband was very busy at work and I couldn't meet him online, so when I wanted it, I would start masturbating, lying on the bed and imagining the feeling of having sex with my husband, and masturbating to orgasm.

Even so, I never thought about going out for a one-night stand.

I have never thought about having sex with other men casually.

It’s not that no one pursues me, but because I don’t dress very maturely, many people can’t tell that I’m 29 years old and don’t know that I’m married. There was a man who worked with me in a Chinese restaurant before and he pursued me desperately.

There were also men in my school who showed interest in me, but I rejected them all and told them that I already had a husband. My husband and I have been in a good relationship after being abroad for more than a year. I have never thought that I would betray my husband one day.

In January this year, Fang said that one of her college classmates had recently changed jobs and was going to come to our place from another city to work, so she asked Fang to find a house for him. Fang said that he was a nice guy, so why not rent the living room to him, so that we could save some rent.

I don't have any objection. I'm usually not at home during the day because I'm in class or working. When I get home at night, I spend most of my time in my room, so the living room is empty anyway. So he moved in.

His name is Feng, he is one year younger than me, has big eyes, is tall, and is older than my husband. He is already an immigrant and works in an accounting firm. Fang said he was a very nice person and was on the basketball team in college. Many girls had a crush on him. But I felt that he didn't talk much and seemed very busy at work. He always left home early and came back late. Sometimes Fang and I cooked and asked him to join us, but he rarely came out and often said he had already eaten out.

We don't have many opportunities to meet each other in normal times. When we do meet, we just say hello and exchange a few pleasantries. But my overall impression of him is okay. He is very quiet, never brings random friends home, is quite clean, and will help with house cleaning when he is free. He also doesn't smoke, which is really a very good thing for a roommate.

In this way, the three of us lived together for three months. It was indeed good to have more men in the house. If there was a broken light bulb or a loose screw, we two women no longer had to climb up and down to fix it.

In April, Fang's husband finally came, so Fang found another house to live with her husband.

We didn't want to rent the house to strangers at that time, so he moved from the living room to Fang's original room. It happened that one of his friends had returned to China, so he left him a sofa, a coffee table, a TV cabinet, TV, DVD player and some other things. He said we could put these in the living room so that friends would have a place to stay when they came, and the living room would not be rented out.

After Fang moved out, we started our life together. It felt a little awkward at first, after all, we were a single man and a single woman. When friends come to my house, they sometimes joke with me and ask, "Aren't you afraid of living alone with a man?"

I wouldn't say that's the case. I've lived with him for a while and I know him pretty well. He's not the kind of man with bad character who would do anything promiscuous.

That's true. After we lived together, nothing was different from before. He still went out early and came back late. I couldn't see him during classes. When I saw him, we just chatted casually, and it was nothing more than him working and me studying. I have never seen him try to get close to me on purpose. Maybe he knows that I am a married woman and he won't be interested in me.

Most of the time when he comes back he stays in his room, and I stay in mine, and we rarely come out. Occasionally we cook and eat together on weekends, and have a serious chat. After the meal, he washes the dishes and goes into his room.

Normally he rarely even jokes with me, maybe because we aren't that familiar with each other yet. We lived together for 2 months and everything was fine. I still had sex with my husband via video in my room at night, and sometimes I masturbated alone. But one day two months later, something unexpected happened, and from then on I fell into an irredeemable abyss... In May, he said he would be going on a business trip for a week. I was a little scared in the first two days. After all, I had never lived alone before. Although we usually went to our own place at night, there was still someone at home. Now it was suddenly quiet.

But after two days, I got used to it and felt that living alone was not bad. It was quite free and I could do whatever I wanted. I had just finished my midterm exams that week and was relatively free, so I rented some discs to watch at home. He wasn't at home anyway, so I just took them to the living room and played them on the DVD player. It was much more enjoyable to watch them on the big TV rather than on the computer. After watching those TVB series for two days, I felt a little bored.

I had agreed to video chat with my husband that night. When I was ready to go online to be intimate with him, I saw a message from my husband saying that he had to work overtime today and couldn’t be online with me, and he was sorry.

I was very disappointed at that time, so I picked a porn movie and went to the living room to watch it. The more I watched, the more I wanted to do it. I was having so much fun that I was too lazy to go back to my room. I thought that he would be back the day after tomorrow and I would be alone at home. So I lay on the sofa, took off all my clothes while watching the movie, and started masturbating.

I was lying naked on the sofa in the living room with my eyes closed, imagining the feeling of having sex with my husband. I rubbed my labia with my hands, from clitoris to clitoris, slowly and gently, but after 20 minutes, I still hadn't reached orgasm.

When I first started masturbating, I could feel the effect within a few minutes, but as I masturbated more and more, it became less and less effective. Several times before, I video-called my husband just to please him and pretended to have an orgasm, but in fact I didn’t have an orgasm.

But today I really wanted it, so I kept rubbing it without giving up. Suddenly, the door opened and Feng came back. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the porn movie on TV. I was lying naked on the sofa with my eyes closed, masturbating in intoxication.

He was stunned and stood there looking at me. I was also suddenly startled, screamed, and immediately covered my chest, feeling ashamed. He suddenly came up to me and said:

"Do you really want it? Let me help you."

I called him shameless and told him to leave, but he said nothing and went back to his room.

I sat on the sofa alone for two minutes and was about to go back to my room, but when I got to the door, Feng was standing there naked, blocking the door and not letting me in.

He begged me to help him, he was so hard and it was very painful. I looked down his body and saw a very large and erect penis, bigger and thicker than my husband's. The sight of that red glans made my heart itch. This was exactly the big cock I had been longing for for a long time. I wanted it so much, but my mind told me that I couldn't.

I still insisted and told him no, and I said I couldn't let my husband down.

He said, "I know you want it too, let's comfort each other. I promise not to go in, so you won't be sorry for your husband."

Looking at that big dick, I was a little tempted, but still a little hesitant.

He repeatedly assured me that he would not have any penetration, and that we would just have some marginal sex, caress each other, and masturbate each other to orgasm. He said he felt really uncomfortable and begged me to help him solve it.

I finally relented, but made him swear not to penetrate me for a while.

So, on my bed, we started to make love, two naked bodies hugging each other in passion, I helped him masturbate, and he rubbed my thick and full labia.

But we both felt it was not enough. He said that we should give each other oral sex, which would be more intense. I refused. I had never had oral sex before, not even with my husband. How could I do that to another man? My husband had never licked me either. Besides, I always thought oral sex was dirty, so I didn't agree.

He didn't force me, and we continued to do that for a while. He said he still couldn't ejaculate, and it was too swollen, so he asked if he could just touch my vaginal opening, and he promised not to go in, and I agreed - he put that big cock in my vaginal opening, it was so hard, and it felt so hot, and it was wet and slippery, and sometimes he rubbed my labia, and sometimes used the glans to poke my already itchy pussy, and from time to time he tapped my labia majora with his big cock, and kept rubbing around my vagina, while sucking on my already protruding nipples with his mouth, and I really couldn't stand it anymore - my pussy was itchy, but he didn't ejaculate, it was still so hard, he was really strong, and the big cock was still twisting in my vaginal opening, I finally couldn't control it anymore, and shouted to him:

"Put it in, I'm so itchy, please fuck me."

He suddenly entered my body. I felt a twitch in my heart and knew it was over. "Honey, I am sorry for you now. I still betrayed you..."

He was thrusting back and forth, and I could no longer care about anything else and just enjoyed it to the fullest. It was an ecstatic feeling, and it was the first time I felt sex so good and comfortable. I had an orgasm, and it was extremely intense.

He also said he was going to ejaculate, so I quickly asked him to take it out, because we had agreed not to go in beforehand, and we didn’t use condoms. Fortunately, he was able to control himself well, and he pulled it out and ejaculated on my breasts. It was hot and comfortable… After the passion was over, I cried, and I said I had betrayed my husband, and I scolded him:

"You lied to me. You said you wouldn't go in."

He said:

"I didn't mean to do that. I just couldn't control myself. I really wanted to put it in you, and I saw that you were in great pain..."

He was right. It was me who asked him to fuck me, and I shouted several times, begging him to put it in. I have nothing to say.

But he still said sorry to me many times and said he would never do it again. I felt really guilty about this incident. I didn’t dare to contact my husband or answer his phone calls for a few days.

I really regret how I could have allowed myself to fall. During those days he tried to come home as late as possible, and we hardly saw each other. I guess we were deliberately avoiding each other. I was distressed for several days and felt that I could no longer live here because I would never forget this incident and would not be able to face him. So I hurriedly found a house online, and a week later, I moved out. He helped me move without saying anything.

I moved to a foreigner's house. This time it was a house. The landlord was an old lady, a nice person, and there were a few tenants.

I try to keep myself busy every day, hoping to forget about this matter as soon as possible.

It was fine at first, but not long after, the lust in my heart began to corrode me like a poisonous insect.

If this happens once, it will happen a second time, a third time... Now that everyone knows my story, many people actually understand me, which makes me even more ashamed, because I did not restrain myself because of distress and self-blame, and with the indulgence of lust, it became increasingly out of control.

Let me continue my story... It has been more than a week since I moved to the old lady's house. I tried my best not to think about these things, but it was still hard to control myself, especially at night. When I masturbated, I always thought of the scene of having sex with Feng that day, and masturbated while thinking about it.

When I masturbated before, I always fantasized about having sex with my husband, but now all I can think about is the scene of that night with him.

Even when I was having sex with my husband via video, I was thinking about having sex with Feng. I know it's wrong, but I don't know why. Maybe it's because I find it exciting. Only by thinking about the feeling of Feng penetrating me can I masturbate to orgasm.

Video chatting with my husband has no effect on me now. I just have to pretend to satisfy him every time. But who will satisfy me? I was really getting hornier and hornier, but I held back and didn't go looking for him.

One night two weeks after moving, Feng suddenly called me. I saw that he was very excited, so I picked up the phone. He said in a low voice with sobs:

"I missed you, so much..."

After hesitating for a while, he asked if he could come over to see me.

I refused without giving myself time to think about it, and he hung up the phone.

After hanging up, I felt very lost, so I had to masturbate while fantasizing about having sex with him, but the pleasure from masturbation became less and less.

Another month passed like this, he didn't call me again, and we never met again. I thought our relationship was over - suddenly one day, Fang called me and said it was her birthday at the weekend, and she planned to invite some friends over to her house to get together and see their new home. Of course, she also invited Feng and me.

I didn’t really want to go at first, but it was Fang’s birthday and it would have been unreasonable not to go. Then I thought there were so many people together and it didn’t matter, so I agreed. When I arrived at Fang's house that day, I saw Feng as expected. I hadn't seen him for more than a month, so it was a bit awkward to see him again. But every time he looked at me, his eyes were like burning fire, making me feel as if I was standing in front of him without clothes, which was very unnatural.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people around, so we didn’t talk alone. We just ate together, played cards after dinner, and drank when we lost. Later, I looked at the time and it was getting late. Thinking about the appointment I had made with my husband to go online at the weekend, I said I had to leave first. Feng said he was leaving too, and because he had a car, he offered to take me home. I said no, I can just take the bus.

Fang and her husband disagreed, saying that it was so late and I had drunk some wine. Although I was not very drunk, I was a little dizzy, and they were worried about me taking the bus back alone.

Besides, it was raining heavily outside, so I couldn't insist any longer and agreed to let Feng take me there. Along the way, neither of us spoke. He drove and I sat quietly, just hoping to get home quickly. We finally arrived at my house. I said thank you and was about to get off the car when Feng suddenly grabbed me, kissed me madly, hugged me and grabbed my breasts hard.

He said that he was going crazy thinking about my body in the past month. He ignored my resistance, roughly pulled off my clothes, and sucked my nipples with his mouth. I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I had been thinking about it for a long time. Under the stimulation of alcohol, I began to respond to his kiss. My hand involuntarily reached down to him, and I couldn't wait to take out his penis. His lower body was already bulging like a tent.

I finally took it out. The big penis that I had thought about for countless nights and had given me multiple orgasms was now hot, wet and sticky. I held his penis.

He suddenly stopped and leaned close to my ear and asked:

"Do you want it?"

I was already very wet down there, so I nodded. He said:

"I'll satisfy you right away."

So I drove the car to an empty parking lot behind my house and parked it. I just said to my husband:

"I'm sorry, my husband, I really can't stand it anymore. Please let me relax once more, for the last time."

12 o'clock midnight—We were making love crazily in the car.

It was pouring rain outside, but we were sweating and wet in the car.

Maybe it was because it was my first time having sex with a man in a car, it felt particularly exciting and enjoyable. I found that I also like exciting sex.

That night, we made love in the car for more than two hours, and he made me orgasm three times in a row... Just after the second orgasm, my husband's phone rang. I knew he must be anxious because I didn't go online yet, so I picked up the phone and answered it weakly. At that time, Feng's thick penis had not been pulled out yet, and was still deeply inserted in my hot vagina. My husband asked:

"Honey, what's wrong with you? I've been waiting for a long time, why haven't you gone online yet?"

I said nervously:

"Honey, I have a cold, so I'm going to bed early."

My husband is concerned and told me to have a good rest and take care of my health.

While I was talking to my husband, Feng started to twitch slowly again. I was becoming more and more unbearable. My breathing became rapid, so I had to hang up immediately.

My husband's ** did not remind me to stop, but stimulated my pleasure even more.

After hanging up, Feng asked me:

"Is it your husband?"

I said, "Yes!"

He said:

"When you are talking to your husband about sex, there is another man's dick in your vagina. Doesn't it feel good?"

After hearing what he said, I suddenly felt stronger and really horny. I started to moan. He saw my reaction and continued:

"Your husband is watching you having sex with another man in the car. I'm going to fuck you to death in front of your husband..."

As he spoke, he thrust his penis hard, causing my sexual fluids to flow out uncontrollably... In the silent night, all I could hear was the sound of our flesh rubbing against each other. I lay on the car seat, twisting my big plump buttocks, and he continued:

"You look gentle and virtuous on the outside, but I didn't expect you to be so slutty in your heart. You are so slutty that you let another man fuck you in the car behind your husband's back. Do you want me to fuck you?"

I don't know why, but I felt particularly excited when I heard these words. When I had sex with my husband before, he never said these things, and at most I would just moan and hum a few times in a subtle way.

Today in the car, I actually liked Feng saying that I was slutty and called me a bitch, and I begged him to fuck me hard, fuck me, and fuck me to death.

I didn't expect to say these words.

But it was really enjoyable. I was so happy that I climaxed again and Feng also ejaculated. This time he ejaculated inside me. He made me climax three times in two hours. I almost fainted.

We lay down and rested for a while, and the back seat of the car was already wet.

We finally got up and tidied our clothes, both of us sweating profusely.

I was very embarrassed and was eager to get off the bus. Feng said he wanted to sit with him for a while. He said he knew I would not be able to sleep when I went back tonight and would be distressed and blame myself. He didn't want me to go home alone and think about it, so he said he wanted me to chat with him.

We just sat in his car and talked. This was our first formal chat. Before that, we always chatted casually. After we had sex last time, he just apologized to me many times and then went back to the room. After that, we avoided each other and didn’t even talk to each other.

After we had sex for the second time today, we actually started chatting in the car.

I asked him what his impression of me was before, and he said that he thought I was a gentle and virtuous woman, and that I should be smart and have good grades. He often saw me explaining questions to Fang, but he definitely didn't have any improper thoughts about me. He never had any thoughts about married women.

Besides, I am too gentle and not a very attractive woman to him. He likes more lively girls. Before he saw me masturbating that time, he really didn't care much about me. But when he saw that scene, he became extremely impulsive and did it with me, which he himself did not expect. He always regretted it afterwards, so he didn't stop me from moving.

But after I moved out, he said that whenever he closed his eyes, he would think of me lying naked on the sofa, masturbating with my eyes closed. It was so charming.

I said you are not bad in terms of conditions, why don’t you find a girlfriend? He said he had a few girlfriends before, but they broke up.

He has only been in our city for a few months, and I'm busy with work, so I haven't looked for a job yet. And now I’m in the start-up stage, so I don’t want to look for one for the time being. I have always felt that life would be the same without a woman.

Although he knew that he had a strong sexual desire, he never felt that he had much sexual needs before. But after having sex with me that time, he experienced a pleasure he had never experienced before. He said that he had never felt that way with his previous girlfriends. I don’t know if it was because I was someone else’s wife that he felt it was exciting.

He said that after I moved out, he masturbated significantly more often. Every time he masturbated, he would think of me lying naked on the sofa and masturbating.

A few times he even lay down on the sofa in the living room where I used to lie down and smell my scent.

One night he really couldn't help it, that night when he called me, he really wanted to come to me, but I flatly refused. He also felt that he shouldn't have that kind of thought about me again.

So he went to find a prostitute for the first time in his life, but when he really found one, he looked at the prostitute and said he didn't feel anything at all, and he didn't do it in the end. He said that only when he saw me did he have such a strong desire, and only by having sex with me could he experience such pleasure - he said very frankly, I know you have a husband, and I love your husband very much, it is not right for us to do this, and I am not sure if I really love you, I can only say that I am hopelessly obsessed with your body.

He said, I can see that you are the same, although you are trying to restrain yourself, but we can indeed satisfy each other. It's lonely enough to be in a foreign country, so why make yourself suffer? We are already like this, and I don't want to restrain myself anymore. Let's be happy every day and comfort each other when needed, okay?

I was silent. The feelings he described touched my heart. I felt the same way, but the condemnation of my conscience prevented me from agreeing to him readily. We sat in the car and chatted until after 3 a.m. I went home and lay in bed tossing and turning, still unable to sleep. Feeling another man's bodily fluids in my body, I was even worried that I might not get pregnant. Fortunately, my period came later, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

Since then, two times of sex, plus the deep conversation that night, made Feng and I much more familiar with each other. He also became more unscrupulous. He no longer called me to ask if he could come to my house. Instead, he would rush to my door whenever he wanted to at night. And every time he came, we would definitely do it. I could not resist him. In fact, if he didn't come, I would even think about it sometimes, but I never took the initiative to ask for it.

In the following week, he came 3 or 4 times a week. He said that he wanted to fuck me as soon as he saw me. Every time he came to my house, he couldn't wait to strip off my clothes and fuck me hard as soon as he entered the room. Every time we were very dedicated and satisfied.

Later on, he would come directly to my house after work and have dinner together. Ever since that time in the car he found out that I liked him talking about my husband fucking me, sometimes when he came to my house, I was cooking in the kitchen and my husband was masturbating. As soon as my husband masturbated, if he was next to me, he would start kissing me, caressing me, and then slowly touching me down there. I would deal with my husband while pushing him away, but it was useless. Every time he would make me wet down there, and I couldn't stand it anymore so I had to hang up, and then we would fuck like crazy. I especially liked that feeling. The more I felt the lust deep inside myself, the crazier I got.

We still have crazy sex every now and then, usually he comes to my house, and sometimes we do it in the room. While he is fucking me, he says that the rest of my tenants probably know he is here to fuck me, and that they are all listening outside the door. The more he says this, the more excited I get, and so does he. But afterwards, every time I run into the old lady and the tenants, I'm afraid they will really hear it, and it's embarrassing.

Another month passed like this. Although I rejected him every time he came, I still gave in every time. He suddenly stopped coming and hadn't come for a week. I couldn't stand it anymore. Although I still video chat with my husband sometimes, I am just pretending to satisfy him.

I couldn't stand not having sex with him for a week, but I still resisted the urge to masturbate. After a few days, he still didn't come. I thought he was probably tired of me. Well, I can't keep going like this.

I wanted to forget, but lust always grew in my heart. I really wanted to take the initiative to go to his house to find him, but I still held back. But the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and we were in a hurry to move, so many things were not brought over, and the fan was still in the original house. I don't know if I was making an excuse for myself or what, but it was really hot that night, and I planned to get the fan. I still had the key, so I didn't notify him and went to get it myself. I thought that if he really lost interest in me, I would just take the fan and leave.

Besides, he may not be at home. Maybe he has found a suitable girl and is out on a date.

So I went over there by myself. When I opened the door, there was no light in the living room. I thought he was really not at home. I felt lost, so I went into the locker to look for a fan. After a while, someone suddenly hugged me from behind. When I turned around, it was Feng. He said, "You are finally here. I missed you so much." Then he started to kiss me. I pushed him away and said, "You are at home. What have you been doing these days?"

He smiled sideways and said:

"Do you miss me? Do you want me?"

I ignored him, and he said, "I deliberately didn't look for you these days. I just wanted to see how long you could hold back from looking for me. I always took the initiative. It seemed like every time I went to your house to look for you, it was just to vent my anger on you, and you always resisted a bit, which made me feel like a beast, forcing a good woman into prostitution. We are together because we need each other, it's mutual, isn't it?"

I said:

"I thought you had a girl you liked and a girlfriend."

He smiled and said:

"After being with you, you're the only thing on my mind. How can I be interested in other women?"

Then he hugged me, started kissing me, unbuttoned my clothes, and took off my clothes. This time I was very docile and cooperative. He pulled me into the bathroom and we took a shower together. Then we finally did it for the first time at his house, our old home. This time we gave each other oral sex for the first time. It was the first time I gave a man a blowjob, and it wasn't my husband.

Oral sex feels really good, I actually like it.

I sucked his big glans greedily, and he licked my little pussy sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. We played 69. After the climax, everyone was hungry, so we went to the kitchen to get something to eat. After eating, I was going to ask him to take me home, but he said we should be romantic and go to the balcony to look at the stars. So we took two lounge chairs and sat on the balcony to look at the stars. The moonlight was beautiful tonight. He looked at me, began to kiss me, and hugged me. Gradually our breathing became rapid again. I wanted to go back to the room, but Feng grabbed me, and we did it on the balcony, which stimulated me to the extreme again. Being with Feng, he always makes me experience different stimulations. I didn't go home that night. We spent a night together for the first time... When I woke up the next morning and opened my eyes, I couldn't help but make love again. We did it 3 times that night.

I went to class the next day feeling so weak and exhausted. Feng said:

"I just like to see you exhausted from my fucking, with your eyes rolling. It makes me feel so satisfied and happy."

I said to Feng:

"Let's be more moderate in the future. Excessive frequency is not good for the body."

He said:

"I can't help it, dear. As long as I'm with you, I will have unlimited sexual desire, which I can't control at all... I will become sexually hungry if I don't see you for a day... It's all because of your sexiness and tenderness."

To be honest, I feel the same way, even a hundred or a thousand times stronger than Feng's... We may be enemies from our previous lives, and in this life, whenever we come together, it's like a raging fire that can't be extinguished... We have been maintaining this sexual relationship for more than three months. We make love every time we get together—changing different positions to satisfy me; from the front, from the back, standing, doing it, he fucks me from behind when I lean against the bathroom wall. I especially like him standing on the ground and holding my big ass like holding a child, inserting my little pussy straight into his big penis and moving it up and down, and my pussy juice keeps flowing down his thick thighs... His muscular body is really strong, he stands there holding my big ass and moving it for more than ten minutes without feeling tired..., when I am with him, I feel that I am becoming more and more lewd, and I also imitate the heroines in porn movies, sitting on Feng's glans, twisting my snow-white, plump big round ass, screaming wildly and thrusting back and forth—every time this happens, Feng asks me to think about what my husband would do if he saw this scene. He keeps calling me a slut and a whore, and the crazier I get. We have done it in many occasions, including my kitchen, the bathroom, and once in a movie theater. There are very few people in foreign theaters at night, and we sat in the last row. The movie that time was also a bit restricted. While watching, Feng touched me, and we both felt something. Feng asked me to sit on him. I was wearing a skirt, and he untied the front of it, revealing his penis, and started to fuck me. That time was also super exciting.

Although I am now enjoying the pleasure that sex brings me, I am still condemned by my conscience. I start to make excuses that I am busy with studies and contact my husband less and less.

I had originally planned to go back to China for a month in August during the summer vacation, and I also said that I had to review for CA here and couldn't go back... My husband was very disappointed when he knew that I was not coming back during the summer vacation, and I didn't dare to go back and face my husband. I have given up now, and my husband would definitely not forgive me if he knew all this.

I thought about confessing to my husband and also thought about divorce, but not for Feng.

I know that there will be no future with Feng. He has never said that he would marry me, and I have never asked. Maybe we are both not sure whether we love each other, or if we are just using each other's bodies to satisfy our physical needs because we are living alone abroad and have been sexually hungry for a long time!

I feel that I am no longer worthy of being my husband's wife. I think about how I was a pure virgin when I married him, but after living abroad for more than two years after marriage, I turned into a slut.

I can't turn back and I don't have the courage to tell my husband.

My husband will go crazy if he knew all this. I know him too well... I don’t want him to be so hurt and devastated. I don’t know what to do?

One can only live one day at a time abroad. A woman must not take the first wrong step. Once her defense line collapses, she will become more and more depraved.

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