My boss beat me up when I was having sex with his wife.

Oral: I was beaten by my boss's wife during sex.

Reading Tip: When I was touching him, a tall and strong woman suddenly came in. She pointed at my nose and asked me who I was. Before I could answer, I was slapped by her, my head was buzzing, my eyes were shining and my whole body was numb. She grabbed my hair, pulled me out of the hot bed and pushed me to the ground.

Text: Yaqing

Dialogue: Mi Duo

After graduating from college, I came to Shenzhen to plan in an advertising company. On the day when I was wandering outside, my mood was like a flying catkin floating over the city, unable to land and having nothing to rely on. Fortunately, the rented cabin is very warm, so you can curl up under the covers at night and let your thoughts collide with each other.

Jiashun is the new business director of the company. He is in his forties. His face is rough and looks very masculine. That night, the boss invited all the employees to the hotel for dinner. At the banquet, everyone laughed and laughed. I can't get a word in. I drank the white wine silently. He sat next to me and replaced the white wine in my cup with chrysanthemum tea. He looked at me with concern and said, "Girls who drink too much will hurt their health." I felt my heartbeat, and I suddenly moved.

For more than a month, almost every few days, he invited me to dinner, tea and chat. He has a family. He said he married his wife under the pressure of his parents, and he had no feelings for her.

One day after work, he invited me to his house. He said that his wife was not at home. I knew it was a trap, but I went anyway. I want to see what kind of trap it is. Hardly had I entered his house when he hugged me. I'm so nervous that I can't move or breathe. It was completely dark, and there was no light in the room, just as dark as a real abyss. In the panic and strong guilt, I realized the happiness I had never had before.

I don't mind him having a wife at all. I don't think love needs any form of expression. Of course, it would be better if he could take away his body and his birthright with dignity. Sometimes I ask him when he can marry me. He held me in his arms and told me to wait another year. He will try to get a divorce.

One noon in winter, he and I sneaked out of the company and went to his house. I was touching him when suddenly a tall and strong woman came in. She pointed at my nose and asked me who I was. Before I could answer, I was slapped by her, my head was buzzing, my eyes were shining and my whole body was numb. She grabbed my hair, pulled me out of the hot bed and pushed me to the ground. He put on his trousers as quickly as possible, took his wife's hand and said, "I'm just playing with her." I love you forever. "

I forgot how to get dressed and walk out of his house. It was sunny that day, and the way home became so long. I walked and walked, but I never seemed to come home. In the sunshine and the crowd, I feel ashamed to walk naked. Then I was fired by the company and hardly stayed at home. I hid in my room, the curtains were tightly drawn, and I didn't turn on the light or talk. My life has turned into endless darkness. I really want to die. I've thought of all the ways I can die. I let myself die again and again in my imagination.

However, I still can't forget him. I still love him deeply. I hope he can visit me and call me every day. I sent him more than 500 short messages, humbly asking him to love me again. He didn't answer. He disappeared from my life like soda. This makes me desperate. I think love is more cruel than death. After the blade and flame of love, I was bruised all over, suffocated in despair, and really longed for a peaceful death.