I have had experiences with three men before marriage.
My husband is the fourth.
The first was when I was in high school, approached by a college student, the second was a young colleague at the company I joined after graduating from junior college,
and the third was an affair with someone more than 20 years older than me at work.
Writing it like this might make me seem like a frivolous woman, but I have lived quite seriously.
It was just the circumstances at the time. I also had a classmate I dated in high school,
but nothing happened with him.
In hindsight, maybe I got married too early?
I was a full-time housewife until I was 28, and by then I had been blessed with two children.
The man I met at my new job after a long break was the first man other than my husband.
He was 35 years old.
Very kind and just being near him was healing.
If he hadn't been transferred, I probably wouldn't have confessed my true feelings.
The fact was shocking, and I impulsively wrote a short letter and gave it to him.
I couldn't write anything explicit.
Just, "I wish we could have met as a man and a woman..." Maybe that was too explicit...
Before his transfer, he contacted me, and the moment we shook hands, I felt devastated. He, worried about me, invited me for tea.
Even though it was a rare opportunity, I kept looking down the whole time... A few days later, I wanted to say something to him on my cell phone,
"...It's painful..." was all I could say...
He, understanding everything, invited me despite being busy before his transfer.
He might have found my presence as burdensome as I did, but he comforted me for over 30 minutes on the phone when he invited me.
I got into his car, and we silently entered a love hotel in the city.
Without saying a word, we went to the room...
I had been married for nearly five years, and we had sex over 700 times.
With my husband, it was mostly cunnilingus or 69, and after penetration, he would either use a condom or finish in my mouth. We had never been to a hotel.
I had never thought about cheating.
I never imagined that this man would teach me the true pleasure of sex.
Sitting on the hotel bed, still not talking, he gently pushed me down,
and the moment our lips met, my mind went blank... I didn't even think of my husband,
I was just intoxicated by the moment.
When I realized it, I was completely naked, and he was rolling my nipples while observing my reactions.
His calm actions gave me goosebumps, and I instinctively hugged him and started to pleasure his penis.
The moment I saw his penis,
"...It's thick... and big..." I was surprised.
It was incomparable to any man I had experienced before.
I slowly took his penis into my mouth and sucked it with affection.
I didn't care if I seemed like a shameless woman.
I thought this would be the first and last time, so I used my lips, tongue, and entire mouth to caress his magnificent penis.
"...Ah... It feels good..." he gently stroked my hair.
I felt like it was the first time I heard a man's moan.
Eventually, he entered me in the missionary position.
I instinctively raised my hips to make it easier for him to enter... This slow, sinking sensation... The pressure I could never feel with my husband!
The ultimate pleasure easily took away my reason.
He attacked me intensely, "smack, smack"...
I couldn't help but scream, "...You're so... intense..."
That night, my husband also held me.
At that time, I was definitely comparing him to the man from the afternoon.
A thin penis. Too gentle hip movements.
My body had completely changed to suit the other man.
That night, I was worried about the possibility of getting pregnant with his child... Although he ejaculated on my chest and stomach, I thought I could use it as an excuse and let my husband hold me.
Even after he transferred, I tried to remember him by frequently enjoying sex with my husband.
My husband might have thought my sex had changed.
Two months after he left, I had started a new job.
One day, when I returned home during the day, the phone rang.
The caller was him. I was so happy... But that day's call was just about catching up and...
He invited me to phone sex for the first time.
Two years after that affair trip... Time that had stopped began to move again... Troubled by my husband's infidelity suspicion, the memories of the enjoyable trip two years ago led the married woman to travel again. They hit it off as partners who didn't need to be considerate of each other, enjoyed sightseeing, and the luxury of the rented villa excited the married woman. She wanted to be passionately desired, and while being shy under the man's gaze, they kissed. While looking at the sunset horizon, she moaned and arched her back in ecstasy as he caressed her. She kept repeating how good it felt as he thrust into her, blushing and writhing. After dinner, they had sex in the bath, with the sound of water splashing as they climaxed in various positions. In bed, she learned how to climax deeply in the cowgirl position. The next morning, they had sex all over the villa. She climaxed repeatedly while using a vibrator on herself.
