For the first time in my life, I had an intimate encounter with someone other than my husband.
It was incredible.
I thought I was satisfied with my experiences with my husband, but that time, I truly reached a new level.
At 43 years old, with 25-year-old John.
A few years ago, my husband started saying he wanted to see me with another man, and I kept refusing.
He was so persistent that I even considered divorce.
My husband often brought various friends and colleagues home, and among them, John, who was handsome, kind, and practiced karate, caught my attention as someone who seemed nice.
One day, my husband said, "Why don't you try being with John?"
"If you don't like it, you can refuse on the spot, just meet him first," he said.
Initially, I refused, but I agreed to meet him, thinking it would just be a meeting, and went to John's apartment with my husband.
While the three of us were having coffee and chatting, my husband suddenly asked, "Where does John sleep?" and went to the next room.
"Come on," he said.
When my husband said that, John and I went to the next room, where there was a large, luxurious bed.
I wasn't planning on doing anything intimate, so I thought it was my husband's plan and was a bit cautious.
"Have a seat," my husband said.
When I sat on the bed as instructed, John sat next to me and said, "It's comfortable, isn't it?"
Just then, my husband received a phone call...
"I have to go to the office, I'll come back later," he said and quickly left John's apartment.
(Wait, what...)
I was in a panic.
Then!
John put his arm around my shoulder and said, "You're cute, Emily."
Being called "cute" by a young man, especially with a nickname, made me feel both happy and a bit mocked.
I think my face was tense at that moment, but I forced a smile and said, "You shouldn't say things like that."
Then he said, "Let's be intimate."
When I tried to stand up, he grabbed my shoulder firmly and started unbuttoning my blouse!
As I tried to escape, he pushed me onto the bed...
I tried to resist, but John's strength was overwhelming, and he undressed me completely.
John also undressed and leaned over me!
I resisted with all my might, but John didn't budge, and I became his plaything as he said, "I can't hold back anymore."
As he touched me, I started to feel...
Eventually, I felt like it didn't matter anymore, and my body lost its strength.
John spread my legs and tried to enter me, so I instinctively said, "No! Stop," but he finally entered.
It entered slowly.
At first, I was surprised by the "thickness," and then immediately by the "length" that reached places my husband's couldn't.
John started moving his hips, but I didn't want him to think I was enjoying it, so I hoped it would end quickly, but it didn't.
My husband finishes in about three minutes, but John didn't stop...
And as he reached places my husband never could, I was overwhelmed by a pleasure I had never experienced...
I let out a loud voice and experienced a climax like never before.
(Is this what it truly means to reach a climax?)
In the pleasant fatigue, I found myself thinking that.
