Migratory birds in flight

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The company recently accepted a project proposal tender. We held many meetings, but the other company wasn't entirely satisfied. Several managers analyzed the situation and concluded that a relative of one of the other company's managers also does project planning, and they wanted to lose our bid. This information was leaked by the other company manager's nephew. Because he's my classmate, the boss gave me a hard time, wanting my classmate to use his influence to get his uncle involved. This classmate's uncle is a powerful official in the city, and he himself works in the government vehicle fleet.
I had no choice but to contact him. This classmate is quite handsome, but also a womanizer. He pursued me in high school, but I was busy with my studies and his reputation prevented me from pursuing him. Ten years later, he's quite the man now. We sat in a teahouse for a while, talked about some trivial matters, and finally I mentioned the boss's intentions. He said he could discuss it with his uncle, since the relative who does project planning isn't a very good friend. I'll have to wait and see. Later, I learned from our old high school class group that this classmate now has connections everywhere and is doing very well. Truly a close confidant of the emperor!
Two days later, he said he could take people from our company to visit him, but of course, it would cost some money. Our company's boss personally took me to his house, and after chatting for a while, he gestured for me to start a relationship with him. He then had the two bosses talk privately, and afterwards we walked around the neighborhood for a bit. He mentioned that his house was also in this building, unit *. He invited me to visit sometime, and I politely agreed. A little while later, his uncle saw my boss out, and the two seemed quite polite to each other. Then I left with my boss, and he went to his uncle's house. On the way, my boss excitedly told me that we had won the bid, and I was a hero. He said he would hold a meeting with middle-level managers at the company to discuss how to reward me. I was also very happy. After get off work that afternoon, I called him and invited his whole family to dinner, and he agreed. That evening, my family of three and his family of three had dinner at a restaurant in the city center. He was chatting and laughing, and my husband was also very lively, saying quite a bit. We exchanged phone numbers during the meal. When I got home that night, I subconsciously said, "I didn't realize you were doing so well now." My husband, standing to the side, said, "If you two had started dating 10 years ago, wouldn't you be even more comfortable?" I said, "I'm great now, I'm satisfied." My husband laughed and said, "I just saw his penis in the bathroom, it's huge." I said, "That's his wife's, why are you having such dirty thoughts?" My husband hummed in agreement, then said, "This guy is very loyal, we get along very well. I wouldn't object if you wanted him as your lover, but you have to report everything truthfully." I know he's thinking about threesomes or swapping, but I really like this guy. I said, "Won't you regret it?" He said, "Of course not, swapping would be even better" (his wife is also very beautiful and more voluptuous than me, but her figure is definitely not as good as mine). I laughed and called him a pervert. My husband said, "How am I perverted? We don't have to swap." I said, "Then I'll really go find him. Didn't you want me to find someone to take care of me? I've got my eye on him." My husband paused for a moment, probably not expecting me to be so straightforward, and said, "You have to follow my instructions, don't tell him I know about this yet." I didn't say anything, then washed up and went to bed. My husband was very excited, trying all sorts of things to make me feel like I was dying. At the crucial moment, he asked me, "You're not kidding me, are you?" I said, "What? Kidding you?" He said, "You're my lover!" I said, "Really, really, hurry up and get it in, I can't take it anymore!!" The final climax...
Lying next to my husband, I wanted to ask him for advice on how to start, since I'd never seduced a man before. My husband said, "Just get to know him better, show him your beauty, any man will be interested. You start tomorrow, and get it done within a week. And also, you must report back and follow his instructions." I said okay, but neither of us slept all night. We made love again around 2 AM. The next day was Saturday, my day off. My husband got up to cook around 10 AM, while I was still in bed, thinking about what to say. I made a phone call, and he said he'd taken his boss to a meeting in Nanjing early that morning and was waiting for his meal. We chatted for a while, and I said we should get together sometime, since the New Year was coming soon and I'd be busy. He said he was even busier, and asked where my husband was. I said he'd gone to the bank. Then we chatted for a while, and he hung up after saying he was taking a break for dinner. I checked, 54 minutes had passed—they're all rich! My husband joked in the kitchen that he received a text at 6 pm: "I'm back, but nobody's home, no dinner." It's not that there's no dinner... My husband muttered beside me, "He's just lonely." I called him directly, and he wisely shut up. We made plans, and he shrugged, "So much food! I'm doomed again." Serves him right. I grabbed the car keys, and he snatched them away, "What if you've had a couple of drinks? Can you even drive?" Let's take a taxi.
Ugh, typing is so annoying, I'll stop here for now... Absolutely true, absolutely original... I

'll post the rest later. When we got to the restaurant, it was nicely decorated. I'd never been before, but I saw him standing there waving from afar. After we went over, we ordered, and he half-jokingly said the food was slow and he was worried I'd go hungry. I was touched. Then it dawned on me... that's what he meant... I took off my coat and removed my scarf, revealing a low-cut top underneath that probably showed my cleavage. Feeling his gaze, my face flushed—it was redder than my husband's when he's drunk, practically burning hot. A while later, the food arrived, and we chatted as we ate. When the topic turned to my husband, I pretended to be a little resentful, saying he's always so busy at the end of the year that I hardly ever see him. He chuckled and said, "You two seem to have a great relationship; absence makes the heart grow fonder..." I didn't reply. After a while, I asked him, "How often are you away from home?" He said a lot, and asked if I wanted to check on him. I scolded him, calling him a smooth talker since childhood, and now he's even more so. A little while later, after we finished eating, my husband called, loudly announcing he wouldn't be home that night, reminding me to be careful and stuff. Seriously, is he trying to send his wife away? If he wants to send me away, he should at least try to build a relationship with me! He clearly heard me and asked where the child was. I said, "Grandma picked them up and took them home." He laughed, saying he had no plans for the evening, and suggested we find a place to sing karaoke. He made a long phone call, talking at length about friends and such. After hanging up, he said, "Let's go crash a party." I thought for a moment and agreed. I got into his Audi, thinking I should sit in the back, but he opened the passenger door and got in. He said, "You drive, I might ask for more later, you can practice a bit." I had no choice but to get in. The Q7 was really nice, smooth, and incredibly spacious. We navigated to Qian Gui. When I got out, the doorman flattered me as I pressed the remote. He yelled, "Looking for someone?
Lead the way to the room!" So arrogant! Inside, everyone was over 40. The coffee table was covered in glasses and bottles. After introductions, the karaoke started again. I sat next to him and ordered a few songs, and I ordered a few myself. Before I knew it, a bottle of red wine was gone. Then we sang and joked around. I even got a glass of wine poured for myself. I was taking sips and then switching to a glass. About two hours later, the four men and three women had finished 14 bottles of red wine, plus my glass. When it was time to leave, he laughed and said, "See? Luckily I brought a designated driver." I got in the car at 10 pm to take him home. Sure enough, no lights were on at his house. I asked if he wanted me to walk him up. He said, "No need, I can't control myself after drinking. Would you dare yell at him? My father-in-law works for the police." He chuckled and said, "I know, he's a policeman." Then he watched me hail a taxi, waiting until my car turned before getting in. A little while after I got home, he called. I was washing up. He was asking if I got home safely. I felt a pang of emotion. My husband waited for me to hang up and laughed, saying, "See? So thoughtful and considerate." I said, "Not as thoughtful as you." In bed, we were all very active. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened that day. My husband asked, "Didn't we have sex?" I said, "Of course not, you can check." He admitted he was incredibly nervous. I casually put my arm around his shoulder and waist. My husband got excited and asked, "Is there more?" I was getting really aroused by his penetration and blurted out that he'd touched my thigh a few times. My husband thrust even faster and asked if I had more. I said I guess I was too drunk to notice, and the sensation slowed down. My husband said lewdly, "You're wearing very little, you must be really enjoying it." I mustered my courage and asked, "Can we really go all the way to bed?" My husband stopped abruptly and said seriously, "Absolutely, but I need to know everything." "Okay? If you're okay, I'll continue; if not, I'll go on strike." I half-heartedly said, "Okay," and immediately launched into a furious assault.
My hand hurt from hitting him. I took a break before continuing.

Before I knew it, the New Year was here. We'd gone out for dinner a few more times, and I started to feel like I was dating. He'd hinted that he liked me, but also his wife. I didn't say anything. We exchanged text messages during the New Year, having a lively time. My husband suggested the timing was right, but he wanted me to be there for the first time, preferably to eavesdrop or observe. I said that was impossible. My husband mischievously said, "Remember that hotel with terrible soundproofing?" I remembered a strange place we went to a few years ago when we were dating—a business hotel. All the rooms were the same, but the area around the phone was very poorly soundproofed. If you pressed your face against the phone hole, you could clearly hear anything from next door. I said, "Oh, you're going to have to spend money!" My husband laughed and said, "I have a DV camera, you can put it in your bag and point it. We've filmed ourselves before, and the results are great." I said, "No way! What if he finds out? He'll think I'm going to do something to him!" My husband said, "It's okay, just put it in a hidden compartment." On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he texted me asking if I could come out for tea. I said yes, and my husband immediately prepared a DV camera and put it in my bag, saying there was a hole in the bag, so all I had to do was point the bag at the bed and press start. I asked if there was a chance to press it, and my husband said he could just go buy some things. I thought so too; a 16GB card could record for 6 hours. So I decisively texted back and we arranged to meet at a tea restaurant next to the hotel. After my husband drove me there, I hesitated and then hugged him, saying, "You won't leave me, will you? Swear you love me." My husband said very seriously, "I love you. If you don't want to, then let's stop. I'll just be unhappy. If you do want to, I'll love you even more." I kissed him and said, "Then I'm going." My husband left alone, and I got out of the car and walked to the tea restaurant. I went to a seat by the window and waited for about 5 minutes. He came in, looking travel-worn, sat down, drank a cup of tea, and said something about how he had kept me waiting. I smiled at him, perhaps because I'd decided to sleep with him, and my smile was a little flirtatious. He stared at me for a while and said, "You've become quite alluring these past few days..." I mustered my courage and asked him where his wife was. He said she was playing mahjong at his mother's house. "I sneaked out to meet my beauty," I chuckled, then kicked him under the table. My husband had said this worked better, and sure enough, after a while, he hinted again that he was a little tired and wanted to find a place to rest. In the past, I'd always said, "Okay, let's go then," but this time, remembering my husband's words, I blushed, turned to look at the hotel, and said, "Then you can go sleep there, it's a ready place." He smiled happily and said, "Let's go, pay the bill." As we entered the hotel, I said I was going back, but he grabbed me and said, "Hey, that's not fair! Come up and sit for a while, we've only met for a few minutes." I nodded, then pressed the dial button on my phone in my pocket. We went into the hotel, and he took out his ID and went to check in with the owner. I followed behind, watching the owner's meaningful gaze, my legs trembling for a long time. The room was booked in one minute, 303. He put his arm around my shoulder and we got into the elevator. The room was basically the same as always. He said, "Have a seat, I'll pour you some tea." My heart was pounding as I sat down. Could my husband hear me? Could he find 305 or 301? (305 and 301 are next to 303, 302 and 304 are opposite).

After pouring the tea, he sat down on the chair next to me and asked, "Are your child and husband home?" I said my husband was resting at home with the child. I went out shopping with a classmate, but I left her behind and came over. He said, "Oh, so you're not being considerate." I said, "How many people are there? Can't I finish shopping by myself? Besides, I'm just keeping you company..."
He chuckled, sat down in the chair next to me, and stroked my hair with the armrest, praising me, "You look exactly the same as you did 10 years ago." Then he stared at me, and I, in a fit of pique, stared back at him. He slowly moved closer, almost touching me, when suddenly his phone rang. He angrily took it out, glanced at it, paused, and then gave me an apologetic smile. "Your husband went to the bathroom to answer the phone." Apparently, my husband had found an excuse to ask for his boss's number, which terrified him. I immediately aimed my bag at the bed, pulled open the hidden compartment, pressed the power button, then the record button, not caring if I was right, and closed the compartment. I was so nervous! My husband was still trying to talk him out of it—I really admired his shrewdness. After a while, he came out and comforted me, saying it was nothing, just asking for someone's number. He turned off his phone, then lay down on the bed, saying, "Your husband scared me, come over and massage me." I hesitated for a moment, then went over quietly, touched his shoulder, and pulled back. He suddenly turned around and grabbed me, then gave me a deep kiss. I trembled all over. Was it really coming? Was I really going to let him have his way? I pushed him away forcefully, saying, "Don't do this." He grabbed me again, and I resolutely shut up. Just then, I vaguely heard the door next door click open. Could it be my husband? I struggled even harder. He released me, staring at me. I felt uneasy under his gaze, thinking that if it was my husband next door, and I slept with him, his wish would be fulfilled. I loudly told him to go take a shower. He paused for a moment, jumped out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom. I took out my phone; a text message had arrived with just three words: "Ready." I was stunned. Oh, it really was my husband next door. He opened the door, completely naked except for his underwear, and asked, "Whose message is this?" I said, "A colleague's," and then deleted it. He said, "Turn it off." I obediently pressed the power button. He went back inside to shower. To be honest, the room temperature wasn't very high, only around 20 degrees Celsius. I guess he was freezing.

I'm working overtime. It would be terrible if someone saw me writing this.
I'm doing this secretly. Anyway, I'll keep writing. It's true anyway.
A little while later, he came out, wearing a towel, carrying a pile of clothes, and threw them on the closet. His muscles were still quite nice, with a slight belly. I lay on the bed, and he lay on top of me, asking, "Do you need to shower?" I said, "Go ahead." He said no,
and started kissing my face again. I slowly softened. I started to fight back, started to get restless. He pulled me up and started taking off my sweater from the bottom up, then my underwear. Then my pants, shoes, etc. At this moment, I thought of the faithful recording on the DV camera, thought of my husband next door, and thought of how I was being covered up at 3 a.m. I couldn't help but let out a loud groan, then said, "It's so cold," trying to hide it—you all know how it is. He was very excited; when he saw me, he became incoherent, muttering something unintelligible. I'm very confident in my figure; my breasts are a little small, but at 170cm tall and 50kg, you know what I mean. He kissed my neck while bending over and groping me up and down. I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out soft moans. Finally, he lifted his upper body and knelt in front of me, flipping me over and unbuttoning my clothes. My breasts were exposed, small and erect. Then, he touched my waist. I closed my eyes tightly. He pulled me up, and I felt the cold air below. I hugged my arms tightly, covering myself. He gently took it in his mouth, and I felt dizzy. "Husband, I'm going to belong to someone else." My voice grew louder. My consciousness began to blur, and I could barely remember anything. It wasn't until I got home and watched the video with my husband that I remembered. Now, thinking back to those erotic novels I used to read, they seemed so fake. How could you remember them? I felt very wet. I touched his genitals; he wasn't wearing anything except a towel. I ripped it off, and something hot and hard pressed against my thigh. I grabbed it. It was huge. I opened my eyes and glanced at him. He smiled and said, "Let me see too." Then he spread my thighs and put them on his shoulders. I could only close my eyes. He exclaimed, "Wow, the color is great!" Then he started adjusting the position. To be honest, although I really wanted it, I hoped he would give me oral sex; I was used to it. But then something hot pressed against my crotch. I didn't say anything and just waited. He rubbed against me a couple of times, then decisively pushed me away. I felt a swelling sensation, which felt very good, and I groaned. Then he pulled away a little. I closed my eyes, wondering if it would hurt if he went all the way in. He interrupted me with a thrust. It didn't hurt, but a wave of pleasure pierced my heart. I cried out loudly. Then he lay on top of me and hugged me, saying, "So tight." I said, "You're going to die! You're so brave!" He chuckled, and then came a series of thrusts. My pleasure arrived without any surprise. I moved in response, and the higher I went, the more comfortable it felt. My moans grew louder, and the bed creaked. He breathed heavily in my ear, and I became more and more aroused. He whispered, "What do you want me to do?" I said, "It feels so good, just like this." Usually, my husband and I do doggy style because his penis is short, so doggy style is easier to control. We rarely do it from the front. I felt very comfortable holding him and receiving his thrusts. After about two minutes, I felt like I was about to come. I shouted to him, "Hurry up, I'm coming! Hurry up!" He was pressing down on me with all his might. I felt like I was suffocating. Then I trembled with orgasm, holding him tightly. He said, "Can I cum without a condom?" I said, "Don't cum inside, I'll get pregnant." Then I let go of him. He was also annoyed that I cummed so quickly. Then he thrust into me a couple more times, and the bed slammed heavily against the wall. Then he pulled out and cummed on my stomach. It was the most he had ever seen. I felt very empty down there. I said, "I want more, I want more." After he finished, I wiped myself clean and put it back inside.

He paused for a moment, then said okay, quickly cleaned himself up, and continued entering me, holding me close. To be honest, it felt really good when he softened up. He held me as I sat on his lap and started kissing my breasts, kissing every place he could reach. I let out a few soft moans and rubbed against his lap a few times, it felt so good. Then I started talking, and he asked me if I was good. I said no, not as long as my husband. He laughed and said, "Then we'll do it again later." I said, "Are you good?" He chuckled and said, "Just wait and see, baby." We continued our lovemaking, and I said I wanted it now. He said okay, and then he started using his fingers. My husband rarely puts his hand inside me, and even when he does, he always wears a condom, but I let him have his way. He was very skilled with his hands, making me moan loudly. I remembered my husband was next door, so I suppressed my moans a lot, and then I had another orgasm. I pushed his hands away and said, "Okay." He then picked me up and flipped me onto him, his hands caressing my back, and asked, "Want more?" I said no, I'm just resting and leaving. He glanced at the clock and said it was only 3 o'clock. I didn't say anything, just hugged him, thinking that I finally had a third man. Wasn't that shameless? Would my husband, who'd been listening all this time, masturbate? Would he go at me again when I got home? Would he... be disgusted with me?
I asked him softly, "Am I shameless?" He laughed and said, "Enjoying life isn't shameful... You're beautiful, very sexy." I said, "I'm sorry to my husband..." He said, "What are you saying? You love him, don't you?" I said, "I love him very much." He said, "Then why..." I said, "Just for a thrill." He smiled, "I feel like you deliberately brought me here for pleasure." I said, "Yes, you're a very nice person, and yours is much bigger than my husband's." He asked again, "Besides your husband, do you have any other lovers?" I said, "You're the first." He pushed me down and happily said, "Thank you." I joked, "You're welcome." "Can I leave now?" He said, "Let's take a shower together." Remembering my husband's instructions, I declined. I got up, turned on my phone, and started getting dressed. As soon as I sat up, a lot of fluid came out. I asked, "Did you ejaculate inside me?"
He said, "No, it's your own doing..." I quickly cleaned myself up with some tissue. He watched me, smoking. When I finished putting on my bra, he stubbed out his cigarette, came over, and touched my buttocks, saying, "I want it again." Then, before I could speak, he pushed me back onto the bed. I said, "You're so mean!" He said, "Didn't you complain about how short I lasted? I'll prove you wrong. Give me a chance." Then, skillfully, he took off my bra, sucked on my breasts, and rubbed my genitals with one hand. I slowly responded. Then he knelt down, supporting my waist, and said, "Help me get in." I reached down, and it was hard again. I didn't hide anymore. Anyway, that time lasted a really long time, probably almost an hour. I orgasmed six times, and my voice was hoarse. We rested at the hotel until 6 am before going home. We talked a lot, just like when we were dating. I called my husband briefly, and he lowered his voice, saying it was okay to be late, and then hung up. After having a light dinner at 7:50, he drove me home. Downstairs, he whispered that he would definitely help me if I ever had any difficulties. I didn't say anything.
What happened after we got home is predictable. First, he checked the DV camera, and it was still working! My husband, without saying anything else, just said, "You had a good time, I'm so tired from masturbating..." Then we watched the DV together, and we saw that when his penis was inside me, my husband got incredibly excited and also penetrated me. I was already soaking wet. Another battle ensued... Then he asked me how it felt. I said it felt very full, very good, and when it hit the most comfortable spot, I would climax very quickly. I felt like I was going to be fucked to death on the bed. My husband said, "Your big penis feels good, right?" I said, "Yeah, but he didn't give me oral sex, and I felt embarrassed to ask." My husband said, "Let's take it slow." I said, "Do I have to let him penetrate me?" My husband said, "Don't you like it?" I said, "So you're the one who's at a disadvantage! You made my hole bigger so it won't be tight anymore." My husband thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, from now on, once a month at most." I was speechless... My husband said, "You have to wear condoms from now on. There are condoms in hotels, why don't you wear them?" I said, "You know I don't like condoms." My husband said, "What if you get pregnant?" I said, "I'll give birth to it, and you'll be furious." My husband rolled his eyes for a while, then went back to watching the DV, saying to me, "So many positions! Which one do you like best?" I said, "The kneeling one." My husband said, "I can't do that. It'll fall out after a few thrusts." I said, "It's because yours isn't hard enough. You need to exercise. You're getting old, haha." My husband said, "So I'll find you a big dick so you can have a treat from time to time." We talked for a while, and then my husband asked me, "How about a threesome sometime?" I said, "Are you brave enough? If he doesn't want to, you'll be really embarrassed." My husband said, "Let's find an opportunity to test it out." I said, "How?" My husband thought for a moment, then suggested I pretend to be drunk, and that he take me home while I stay and have sex with him. He said he'd catch me in the act, but I said that wouldn't work; I couldn't do it. My husband said, "Then go ask someone on 69.com for help. Anyway, everyone has plenty of ideas..."The company recently accepted a project proposal tender. We held many meetings, but the other company wasn't entirely satisfied. Several managers analyzed the situation and concluded that a relative of one of the other company's managers also does project planning, and they wanted to lose our bid. This information was leaked by the other company manager's nephew. Because he's my classmate, the boss gave me a hard time, wanting my classmate to use his influence to get his uncle involved. This classmate's uncle is a powerful official in the city, and he himself works in the government vehicle fleet.
I had no choice but to contact him. This classmate is quite handsome, but also a womanizer. He pursued me in high school, but I was busy with my studies and his reputation prevented me from pursuing him. Ten years later, he's quite the man now. We sat in a teahouse for a while, talked about some trivial matters, and finally I mentioned the boss's intentions. He said he could discuss it with his uncle, since the relative who does project planning isn't a very good friend. I'll have to wait and see. Later, I learned from our old high school class group that this classmate now has connections everywhere and is doing very well. Truly a close confidant of the emperor!
Two days later, he said he could take people from our company to visit him, but of course, it would cost some money. Our company's boss personally took me to his house, and after chatting for a while, he gestured for me to start a relationship with him. He then had the two bosses talk privately, and afterwards we walked around the neighborhood for a bit. He mentioned that his house was also in this building, unit *. He invited me to visit sometime, and I politely agreed. A little while later, his uncle saw my boss out, and the two seemed quite polite to each other. Then I left with my boss, and he went to his uncle's house. On the way, my boss excitedly told me that we had won the bid, and I was a hero. He said he would hold a meeting with middle-level managers at the company to discuss how to reward me. I was also very happy. After get off work that afternoon, I called him and invited his whole family to dinner, and he agreed. That evening, my family of three and his family of three had dinner at a restaurant in the city center. He was chatting and laughing, and my husband was also very lively, saying quite a bit. We exchanged phone numbers during the meal. When I got home that night, I subconsciously said, "I didn't realize you were doing so well now." My husband, standing to the side, said, "If you two had started dating 10 years ago, wouldn't you be even more comfortable?" I said, "I'm great now, I'm satisfied." My husband laughed and said, "I just saw his penis in the bathroom, it's huge." I said, "That's his wife's, why are you having such dirty thoughts?" My husband hummed in agreement, then said, "This guy is very loyal, we get along very well. I wouldn't object if you wanted him as your lover, but you have to report everything truthfully." I know he's thinking about threesomes or swapping, but I really like this guy. I said, "Won't you regret it?" He said, "Of course not, swapping would be even better" (his wife is also very beautiful and more voluptuous than me, but her figure is definitely not as good as mine). I laughed and called him a pervert. My husband said, "How am I perverted? We don't have to swap." I said, "Then I'll really go find him. Didn't you want me to find someone to take care of me? I've got my eye on him." My husband paused for a moment, probably not expecting me to be so straightforward, and said, "You have to follow my instructions, don't tell him I know about this yet." I didn't say anything, then washed up and went to bed. My husband was very excited, trying all sorts of things to make me feel like I was dying. At the crucial moment, he asked me, "You're not kidding me, are you?" I said, "What? Kidding you?" He said, "You're my lover!" I said, "Really, really, hurry up and get it in, I can't take it anymore!!" The final climax...
Lying next to my husband, I wanted to ask him for advice on how to start, since I'd never seduced a man before. My husband said, "Just get to know him better, show him your beauty, any man will be interested. You start tomorrow, and get it done within a week. And also, you must report back and follow his instructions." I said okay, but neither of us slept all night. We made love again around 2 AM. The next day was Saturday, my day off. My husband got up to cook around 10 AM, while I was still in bed, thinking about what to say. I made a phone call, and he said he'd taken his boss to a meeting in Nanjing early that morning and was waiting for his meal. We chatted for a while, and I said we should get together sometime, since the New Year was coming soon and I'd be busy. He said he was even busier, and asked where my husband was. I said he'd gone to the bank. Then we chatted for a while, and he hung up after saying he was taking a break for dinner. I checked, 54 minutes had passed—they're all rich! My husband joked in the kitchen that he received a text at 6 pm: "I'm back, but nobody's home, no dinner." It's not that there's no dinner... My husband muttered beside me, "He's just lonely." I called him directly, and he wisely shut up. We made plans, and he shrugged, "So much food! I'm doomed again." Serves him right. I grabbed the car keys, and he snatched them away, "What if you've had a couple of drinks? Can you even drive?" Let's take a taxi.
Ugh, typing is so annoying, I'll stop here for now... Absolutely true, absolutely original... I

'll post the rest later. When we got to the restaurant, it was nicely decorated. I'd never been before, but I saw him standing there waving from afar. After we went over, we ordered, and he half-jokingly said the food was slow and he was worried I'd go hungry. I was touched. Then it dawned on me... that's what he meant... I took off my coat and removed my scarf, revealing a low-cut top underneath that probably showed my cleavage. Feeling his gaze, my face flushed—it was redder than my husband's when he's drunk, practically burning hot. A while later, the food arrived, and we chatted as we ate. When the topic turned to my husband, I pretended to be a little resentful, saying he's always so busy at the end of the year that I hardly ever see him. He chuckled and said, "You two seem to have a great relationship; absence makes the heart grow fonder..." I didn't reply. After a while, I asked him, "How often are you away from home?" He said a lot, and asked if I wanted to check on him. I scolded him, calling him a smooth talker since childhood, and now he's even more so. A little while later, after we finished eating, my husband called, loudly announcing he wouldn't be home that night, reminding me to be careful and stuff. Seriously, is he trying to send his wife away? If he wants to send me away, he should at least try to build a relationship with me! He clearly heard me and asked where the child was. I said, "Grandma picked them up and took them home." He laughed, saying he had no plans for the evening, and suggested we find a place to sing karaoke. He made a long phone call, talking at length about friends and such. After hanging up, he said, "Let's go crash a party." I thought for a moment and agreed. I got into his Audi, thinking I should sit in the back, but he opened the passenger door and got in. He said, "You drive, I might ask for more later, you can practice a bit." I had no choice but to get in. The Q7 was really nice, smooth, and incredibly spacious. We navigated to Qian Gui. When I got out, the doorman flattered me as I pressed the remote. He yelled, "Looking for someone?
Lead the way to the room!" So arrogant! Inside, everyone was over 40. The coffee table was covered in glasses and bottles. After introductions, the karaoke started again. I sat next to him and ordered a few songs, and I ordered a few myself. Before I knew it, a bottle of red wine was gone. Then we sang and joked around. I even got a glass of wine poured for myself. I was taking sips and then switching to a glass. About two hours later, the four men and three women had finished 14 bottles of red wine, plus my glass. When it was time to leave, he laughed and said, "See? Luckily I brought a designated driver." I got in the car at 10 pm to take him home. Sure enough, no lights were on at his house. I asked if he wanted me to walk him up. He said, "No need, I can't control myself after drinking. Would you dare yell at him? My father-in-law works for the police." He chuckled and said, "I know, he's a policeman." Then he watched me hail a taxi, waiting until my car turned before getting in. A little while after I got home, he called. I was washing up. He was asking if I got home safely. I felt a pang of emotion. My husband waited for me to hang up and laughed, saying, "See? So thoughtful and considerate." I said, "Not as thoughtful as you." In bed, we were all very active. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened that day. My husband asked, "Didn't we have sex?" I said, "Of course not, you can check." He admitted he was incredibly nervous. I casually put my arm around his shoulder and waist. My husband got excited and asked, "Is there more?" I was getting really aroused by his penetration and blurted out that he'd touched my thigh a few times. My husband thrust even faster and asked if I had more. I said I guess I was too drunk to notice, and the sensation slowed down. My husband said lewdly, "You're wearing very little, you must be really enjoying it." I mustered my courage and asked, "Can we really go all the way to bed?" My husband stopped abruptly and said seriously, "Absolutely, but I need to know everything." "Okay? If you're okay, I'll continue; if not, I'll go on strike." I half-heartedly said, "Okay," and immediately launched into a furious assault.
My hand hurt from hitting him. I took a break before continuing.

Before I knew it, the New Year was here. We'd gone out for dinner a few more times, and I started to feel like I was dating. He'd hinted that he liked me, but also his wife. I didn't say anything. We exchanged text messages during the New Year, having a lively time. My husband suggested the timing was right, but he wanted me to be there for the first time, preferably to eavesdrop or observe. I said that was impossible. My husband mischievously said, "Remember that hotel with terrible soundproofing?" I remembered a strange place we went to a few years ago when we were dating—a business hotel. All the rooms were the same, but the area around the phone was very poorly soundproofed. If you pressed your face against the phone hole, you could clearly hear anything from next door. I said, "Oh, you're going to have to spend money!" My husband laughed and said, "I have a DV camera, you can put it in your bag and point it. We've filmed ourselves before, and the results are great." I said, "No way! What if he finds out? He'll think I'm going to do something to him!" My husband said, "It's okay, just put it in a hidden compartment." On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he texted me asking if I could come out for tea. I said yes, and my husband immediately prepared a DV camera and put it in my bag, saying there was a hole in the bag, so all I had to do was point the bag at the bed and press start. I asked if there was a chance to press it, and my husband said he could just go buy some things. I thought so too; a 16GB card could record for 6 hours. So I decisively texted back and we arranged to meet at a tea restaurant next to the hotel. After my husband drove me there, I hesitated and then hugged him, saying, "You won't leave me, will you? Swear you love me." My husband said very seriously, "I love you. If you don't want to, then let's stop. I'll just be unhappy. If you do want to, I'll love you even more." I kissed him and said, "Then I'm going." My husband left alone, and I got out of the car and walked to the tea restaurant. I went to a seat by the window and waited for about 5 minutes. He came in, looking travel-worn, sat down, drank a cup of tea, and said something about how he had kept me waiting. I smiled at him, perhaps because I'd decided to sleep with him, and my smile was a little flirtatious. He stared at me for a while and said, "You've become quite alluring these past few days..." I mustered my courage and asked him where his wife was. He said she was playing mahjong at his mother's house. "I sneaked out to meet my beauty," I chuckled, then kicked him under the table. My husband had said this worked better, and sure enough, after a while, he hinted again that he was a little tired and wanted to find a place to rest. In the past, I'd always said, "Okay, let's go then," but this time, remembering my husband's words, I blushed, turned to look at the hotel, and said, "Then you can go sleep there, it's a ready place." He smiled happily and said, "Let's go, pay the bill." As we entered the hotel, I said I was going back, but he grabbed me and said, "Hey, that's not fair! Come up and sit for a while, we've only met for a few minutes." I nodded, then pressed the dial button on my phone in my pocket. We went into the hotel, and he took out his ID and went to check in with the owner. I followed behind, watching the owner's meaningful gaze, my legs trembling for a long time. The room was booked in one minute, 303. He put his arm around my shoulder and we got into the elevator. The room was basically the same as always. He said, "Have a seat, I'll pour you some tea." My heart was pounding as I sat down. Could my husband hear me? Could he find 305 or 301? (305 and 301 are next to 303, 302 and 304 are opposite).

After pouring the tea, he sat down on the chair next to me and asked, "Are your child and husband home?" I said my husband was resting at home with the child. I went out shopping with a classmate, but I left her behind and came over. He said, "Oh, so you're not being considerate." I said, "How many people are there? Can't I finish shopping by myself? Besides, I'm just keeping you company..."
He chuckled, sat down in the chair next to me, and stroked my hair with the armrest, praising me, "You look exactly the same as you did 10 years ago." Then he stared at me, and I, in a fit of pique, stared back at him. He slowly moved closer, almost touching me, when suddenly his phone rang. He angrily took it out, glanced at it, paused, and then gave me an apologetic smile. "Your husband went to the bathroom to answer the phone." Apparently, my husband had found an excuse to ask for his boss's number, which terrified him. I immediately aimed my bag at the bed, pulled open the hidden compartment, pressed the power button, then the record button, not caring if I was right, and closed the compartment. I was so nervous! My husband was still trying to talk him out of it—I really admired his shrewdness. After a while, he came out and comforted me, saying it was nothing, just asking for someone's number. He turned off his phone, then lay down on the bed, saying, "Your husband scared me, come over and massage me." I hesitated for a moment, then went over quietly, touched his shoulder, and pulled back. He suddenly turned around and grabbed me, then gave me a deep kiss. I trembled all over. Was it really coming? Was I really going to let him have his way? I pushed him away forcefully, saying, "Don't do this." He grabbed me again, and I resolutely shut up. Just then, I vaguely heard the door next door click open. Could it be my husband? I struggled even harder. He released me, staring at me. I felt uneasy under his gaze, thinking that if it was my husband next door, and I slept with him, his wish would be fulfilled. I loudly told him to go take a shower. He paused for a moment, jumped out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom. I took out my phone; a text message had arrived with just three words: "Ready." I was stunned. Oh, it really was my husband next door. He opened the door, completely naked except for his underwear, and asked, "Whose message is this?" I said, "A colleague's," and then deleted it. He said, "Turn it off." I obediently pressed the power button. He went back inside to shower. To be honest, the room temperature wasn't very high, only around 20 degrees Celsius. I guess he was freezing.

I'm working overtime. It would be terrible if someone saw me writing this.
I'm doing this secretly. Anyway, I'll keep writing. It's true anyway.
A little while later, he came out, wearing a towel, carrying a pile of clothes, and threw them on the closet. His muscles were still quite nice, with a slight belly. I lay on the bed, and he lay on top of me, asking, "Do you need to shower?" I said, "Go ahead." He said no,
and started kissing my face again. I slowly softened. I started to fight back, started to get restless. He pulled me up and started taking off my sweater from the bottom up, then my underwear. Then my pants, shoes, etc. At this moment, I thought of the faithful recording on the DV camera, thought of my husband next door, and thought of how I was being covered up at 3 a.m. I couldn't help but let out a loud groan, then said, "It's so cold," trying to hide it—you all know how it is. He was very excited; when he saw me, he became incoherent, muttering something unintelligible. I'm very confident in my figure; my breasts are a little small, but at 170cm tall and 50kg, you know what I mean. He kissed my neck while bending over and groping me up and down. I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out soft moans. Finally, he lifted his upper body and knelt in front of me, flipping me over and unbuttoning my clothes. My breasts were exposed, small and erect. Then, he touched my waist. I closed my eyes tightly. He pulled me up, and I felt the cold air below. I hugged my arms tightly, covering myself. He gently took it in his mouth, and I felt dizzy. "Husband, I'm going to belong to someone else." My voice grew louder. My consciousness began to blur, and I could barely remember anything. It wasn't until I got home and watched the video with my husband that I remembered. Now, thinking back to those erotic novels I used to read, they seemed so fake. How could you remember them? I felt very wet. I touched his genitals; he wasn't wearing anything except a towel. I ripped it off, and something hot and hard pressed against my thigh. I grabbed it. It was huge. I opened my eyes and glanced at him. He smiled and said, "Let me see too." Then he spread my thighs and put them on his shoulders. I could only close my eyes. He exclaimed, "Wow, the color is great!" Then he started adjusting the position. To be honest, although I really wanted it, I hoped he would give me oral sex; I was used to it. But then something hot pressed against my crotch. I didn't say anything and just waited. He rubbed against me a couple of times, then decisively pushed me away. I felt a swelling sensation, which felt very good, and I groaned. Then he pulled away a little. I closed my eyes, wondering if it would hurt if he went all the way in. He interrupted me with a thrust. It didn't hurt, but a wave of pleasure pierced my heart. I cried out loudly. Then he lay on top of me and hugged me, saying, "So tight." I said, "You're going to die! You're so brave!" He chuckled, and then came a series of thrusts. My pleasure arrived without any surprise. I moved in response, and the higher I went, the more comfortable it felt. My moans grew louder, and the bed creaked. He breathed heavily in my ear, and I became more and more aroused. He whispered, "What do you want me to do?" I said, "It feels so good, just like this." Usually, my husband and I do doggy style because his penis is short, so doggy style is easier to control. We rarely do it from the front. I felt very comfortable holding him and receiving his thrusts. After about two minutes, I felt like I was about to come. I shouted to him, "Hurry up, I'm coming! Hurry up!" He was pressing down on me with all his might. I felt like I was suffocating. Then I trembled with orgasm, holding him tightly. He said, "Can I cum without a condom?" I said, "Don't cum inside, I'll get pregnant." Then I let go of him. He was also annoyed that I cummed so quickly. Then he thrust into me a couple more times, and the bed slammed heavily against the wall. Then he pulled out and cummed on my stomach. It was the most he had ever seen. I felt very empty down there. I said, "I want more, I want more." After he finished, I wiped myself clean and put it back inside.

He paused for a moment, then said okay, quickly cleaned himself up, and continued entering me, holding me close. To be honest, it felt really good when he softened up. He held me as I sat on his lap and started kissing my breasts, kissing every place he could reach. I let out a few soft moans and rubbed against his lap a few times, it felt so good. Then I started talking, and he asked me if I was good. I said no, not as long as my husband. He laughed and said, "Then we'll do it again later." I said, "Are you good?" He chuckled and said, "Just wait and see, baby." We continued our lovemaking, and I said I wanted it now. He said okay, and then he started using his fingers. My husband rarely puts his hand inside me, and even when he does, he always wears a condom, but I let him have his way. He was very skilled with his hands, making me moan loudly. I remembered my husband was next door, so I suppressed my moans a lot, and then I had another orgasm. I pushed his hands away and said, "Okay." He then picked me up and flipped me onto him, his hands caressing my back, and asked, "Want more?" I said no, I'm just resting and leaving. He glanced at the clock and said it was only 3 o'clock. I didn't say anything, just hugged him, thinking that I finally had a third man. Wasn't that shameless? Would my husband, who'd been listening all this time, masturbate? Would he go at me again when I got home? Would he... be disgusted with me?
I asked him softly, "Am I shameless?" He laughed and said, "Enjoying life isn't shameful... You're beautiful, very sexy." I said, "I'm sorry to my husband..." He said, "What are you saying? You love him, don't you?" I said, "I love him very much." He said, "Then why..." I said, "Just for a thrill." He smiled, "I feel like you deliberately brought me here for pleasure." I said, "Yes, you're a very nice person, and yours is much bigger than my husband's." He asked again, "Besides your husband, do you have any other lovers?" I said, "You're the first." He pushed me down and happily said, "Thank you." I joked, "You're welcome." "Can I leave now?" He said, "Let's take a shower together." Remembering my husband's instructions, I declined. I got up, turned on my phone, and started getting dressed. As soon as I sat up, a lot of fluid came out. I asked, "Did you ejaculate inside me?"
He said, "No, it's your own doing..." I quickly cleaned myself up with some tissue. He watched me, smoking. When I finished putting on my bra, he stubbed out his cigarette, came over, and touched my buttocks, saying, "I want it again." Then, before I could speak, he pushed me back onto the bed. I said, "You're so mean!" He said, "Didn't you complain about how short I lasted? I'll prove you wrong. Give me a chance." Then, skillfully, he took off my bra, sucked on my breasts, and rubbed my genitals with one hand. I slowly responded. Then he knelt down, supporting my waist, and said, "Help me get in." I reached down, and it was hard again. I didn't hide anymore. Anyway, that time lasted a really long time, probably almost an hour. I orgasmed six times, and my voice was hoarse. We rested at the hotel until 6 am before going home. We talked a lot, just like when we were dating. I called my husband briefly, and he lowered his voice, saying it was okay to be late, and then hung up. After having a light dinner at 7:50, he drove me home. Downstairs, he whispered that he would definitely help me if I ever had any difficulties. I didn't say anything.
What happened after we got home is predictable. First, he checked the DV camera, and it was still working! My husband, without saying anything else, just said, "You had a good time, I'm so tired from masturbating..." Then we watched the DV together, and we saw that when his penis was inside me, my husband got incredibly excited and also penetrated me. I was already soaking wet. Another battle ensued... Then he asked me how it felt. I said it felt very full, very good, and when it hit the most comfortable spot, I would climax very quickly. I felt like I was going to be fucked to death on the bed. My husband said, "Your big penis feels good, right?" I said, "Yeah, but he didn't give me oral sex, and I felt embarrassed to ask." My husband said, "Let's take it slow." I said, "Do I have to let him penetrate me?" My husband said, "Don't you like it?" I said, "So you're the one who's at a disadvantage! You made my hole bigger so it won't be tight anymore." My husband thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, from now on, once a month at most." I was speechless... My husband said, "You have to wear condoms from now on. There are condoms in hotels, why don't you wear them?" I said, "You know I don't like condoms." My husband said, "What if you get pregnant?" I said, "I'll give birth to it, and you'll be furious." My husband rolled his eyes for a while, then went back to watching the DV, saying to me, "So many positions! Which one do you like best?" I said, "The kneeling one." My husband said, "I can't do that. It'll fall out after a few thrusts." I said, "It's because yours isn't hard enough. You need to exercise. You're getting old, haha." My husband said, "So I'll find you a big dick so you can have a treat from time to time." We talked for a while, and then my husband asked me, "How about a threesome sometime?" I said, "Are you brave enough? If he doesn't want to, you'll be really embarrassed." My husband said, "Let's find an opportunity to test it out." I said, "How?" My husband thought for a moment, then suggested I pretend to be drunk, and that he take me home while I stay and have sex with him. He said he'd catch me in the act, but I said that wouldn't work; I couldn't do it. My husband said, "Then go ask someone on 69.com for help. Anyway, everyone has plenty of ideas..."

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