My true story of having an affair with my female colleague

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Of all the women I've met, Caixia is the one I miss the most, the one who ecstatically captivates me, the one who haunts my thoughts, and the one who causes me the most heartache and sorrow. I remember our first sexual encounter was probably several years ago, one winter afternoon, near the end of the workday. Most of the office staff had already left, but I saw her still busy. There was a fire nearby, so I sat down next to Caixia to warm myself and chat. We mainly talked about life and relationships, and we were very engrossed in our conversation. Once everyone had left, I closed the door, and we embraced. Our tongues were already intertwined, sucking on each other. Caixia's tongue was delicate and smooth, her saliva sweet and fragrant. My hand had already slipped inside her pants. At that moment, Caixia was in her prime. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, her inner thighs were smooth and tender, and her vulva was full and elastic. I caressed her incessantly; it was truly intoxicating! By this time, her vagina was already gushing with fluid, her breathing quickened, and her body pressed tightly against mine, constantly writhing. We both knew what to do at the same time. Caixia pulled down her pants herself, and since there was nowhere to lie down, she had to stand against the wall to have sex. I picked up my penis and thrust it into Caixia's vagina. Because I was standing in the wrong direction and didn't dare to take off all my clothes, my penis could only go in halfway. After thrusting for a while, I ejaculated, and all my semen shot into Caixia's genitals and her crotch. Xia took out some toilet paper from her pocket, and I took it and wiped her clean for a while before casually throwing it into the wastebasket. I knew that Xia's arousal had just begun and she was definitely not satisfied, so I apologized to her. Xia leaned her face against mine and said affectionately, "I am content with what we have like." I was so moved by her words, and for many years, whenever I recall that scene, I am still deeply moved. We parted reluctantly, returning to our respective homes. After dinner, I was still savoring the pleasure of my union with Xia when I suddenly remembered how important that wad of toilet paper was. It contained my sperm, Xia's vaginal fluid, and even her egg. So I went back to her office. I had her key. I picked up the wad of paper; it wasn't completely dry yet. I smelled it—a faint, slightly sour fragrance. I put it in a small plastic bag and kept it with me for many years. It accompanied me in moments of joy, pain, or loneliness, often reminding me of Xia. It stirred up my endless longing and yearning for her.
Xia, born in the Year of the Sheep, was eleven years older than me. She was tall and graceful, with a high bust, full hips, fair skin, a high nose, and slightly squinty, dark eyes. Her lips were slightly upturned, and her rosy cheeks were adorned with two small dimples, making her exceptionally beautiful and sexy. She was intelligent and pure—the kind of woman who would make any man's heart flutter at first sight. I remember it was a summer day one year when a pure and pretty girl with pigtails came to report for work with her job introduction letter. I was working in the personnel department at the time. I took her in and learned that her name was Caixia. I told her to go home and rest and wait for further notice. After she left, the people in the office gossiped, and I learned that she was the fiancée of a certain city leader. Because everyone in her family was short, she used his power to find such a tall and beautiful wife for her son in order to improve the family's appearance. At that time, I never imagined that this woman would leave a lasting impression on me, giving me so many unprecedented emotional shocks and heart-wrenching longings. A few days later, she was notified to work in a subordinate unit. About two years later, she was transferred to the office to work in internal affairs, and we started working together. Our relationship progressed from casual to intimate and ambiguous. That year, I went to study in another city, and she came to see me off, already showing her reluctance to part. She promised to visit me alone one day, but I waited at the train station all day and didn't see her. I felt very bad. Soon after, I received a letter from her. In the letter, she said that she liked me and missed me, but the reason she didn't come as promised was because of complicated family and work relationships, and she was afraid of having a negative impact on me. After reading the letter, I felt a little relieved. Our relationship had become noticeably intimate; we often shared intimate secrets and whispered secrets. Once, when we went to the provincial capital on business, we hid in the restroom for lunch. I crawled under her skirt and pulled down her panties. It was the first time I had clearly seen her genitals. I greedily admired them. Her thighs were smooth, round, and long, white with a rosy tint, like mutton fat, even whiter than jade. No wonder her figure was so graceful. Her genitals were even more breathtaking. Her pubic hair was black, thick, and coarse, forming an inverted triangle along her mons pubis, while the area around her labia was hairless, white and tender with a rosy tint. I stroked it with my hands and caressed it with my face. Her vulva was like a meat-filled bun, like a blooming steamed bun, white and rosy, soft and plump. I gently rubbed her with my hands, occasionally poking her vaginal opening with my fingers. The opening was quite wide open, and vaginal fluid was flowing down her legs, sticking her pubic hair to the ground. A faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her genitals. I later learned that she had excellent hygiene habits; she always washed her genitals with warm water, and soaked her underwear in freshly boiled water after washing. Therefore, her genitals were very clean and odorless. At this point, her breathing became noticeably heavier, and she occasionally twisted her body and stroked my face. But we dared not linger; a table full of people were waiting for us to eat. Reluctantly, we left one by one and returned to the table, our minds still replaying the beautiful scene we had just experienced. At that moment, I was very confident that having sex with Caixia was only a matter of time and place, so our first sexual encounter by the fire was a natural progression.
After our first sexual encounter, Caixia and I became inseparable. A day apart brought indescribable pain and longing. We could only briefly hold hands and kiss, because we both knew that our families, our workplaces, and our identities were all quite special, and the surrounding environment was extremely hostile. Our game was fraught with great risk; a single misstep could lead to disgrace, the breakdown of our families, and a deluge of public condemnation. We could only wait in anguish for an opportunity, using our immersive work to distract ourselves from the pain. One evening after dinner, I received a call from Caixia in her office. Since it was almost Chinese New Year, she said she and her husband were bringing me some winter bamboo shoots and asked me to come to her office. As soon as I arrived, she instructed her husband to deliver the bamboo shoots to my house. As soon as he left, we frantically embraced, kissing and shoving each other, practically overwhelmed. She pulled down her pants, and we had to do it standing up. I gently caressed Caixia's genitals for a while; soon she became very wet, and her breathing quickened. I thrust my penis into her vagina. Because she was wearing winter clothes... Standing there, worried that her husband would be back soon, I inserted my penis. Xia's vagina was very tender and smooth, and the tightness was just right. After a while, I ejaculated, shooting all the semen into Xia's vulva and crotch. Just then, I heard footsteps coming upstairs. We hurriedly pulled up our pants. I asked Xia what to do, since her crotch and underwear were full of semen and vaginal fluid, and her pubic hair was also covered in semen and vaginal fluid, all stuck together. Her husband would find out. Xia said it was okay, I wouldn't let him touch it, and I would wash it off when we got home. I was relieved because Xia was very smart and alert. Just after we finished, her husband arrived. I gratefully saw them off, feeling somewhat guilty. Her husband had kindly brought me fish, but I had taken the opportunity to sleep with someone else's wife. I felt it was inappropriate, but what could I do? I was head over heels in love with his wife, but I hadn't had the chance. Today was a perfect opportunity that Xia had carefully planned, offering herself up openly in front of her husband. How could I not sleep with her? Besides, I studied hard for years, worked myself to the bone, and endured countless hardships and frustrations. It was only with great difficulty that I achieved my current situation and had a beautiful woman like Xia. Thinking about it this way, I felt at ease and accepted it without complaint. This was the second time I had sexual relations with Xia. The third time was shortly after that. One afternoon, near the end of the workday, Xia quietly came to my office. Seeing no one upstairs, we embraced, kissed, and caressed each other. Then she lay down on the sofa, pulled down one of her trouser legs, and I inserted my penis into Xia's vagina. Because one of her legs was spread wide on the sofa, my penis couldn't go all the way in, and I ejaculated after only a short time of thrusting. Semen got all over her crotch and some flowed onto the sofa, leaving a stain that lingered for a long time.
Caixia and I had sex three times, but none of them were truly unrestrained. Neither of us ever really got our fill. The main reason was the harsh environment; we were afraid of getting into trouble and didn't dare to take off our clothes completely. There was nowhere to lie down. Back then, society wasn't as open as it is now, where you can book a hotel room by the hour. In those days, couples needed a marriage certificate to stay in a hotel. In this vast world, there were no places for lovers to have affairs. Summer arrived, and I secretly prepared. I placed a cooling mat from my office sofa in Caixia's office, waiting for the right opportunity. August 28th—a day I'll never forget. I went out on business that day, drank some alcohol at noon, and didn't return to the office until almost the end of the workday. We chatted in Caixia's office until everyone upstairs left. We closed the door, laid the mat on the floor, and Caixia, wearing a skirt, lifted it up, took off her underwear, lay back on the mat, and spread her legs. Fueled by alcohol, I became bolder, my penis hard, and I climbed on top of Caixia. Caixia didn't need foreplay anymore; her underwear was completely wet, and her genitals were sticky and matted. I grabbed my hard, thick penis, aimed it at Xia's vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, inserting my entire penis. Xia's vagina was very wet, with excellent grip, lubrication, and elasticity. We risked disgrace, family breakdown, and being drowned in scorn to have this affair. It was such a rare opportunity for us to have her lie down while I lay on top of her in a normal position, able to fully insert my penis into Xia's vagina. We celebrated our victory with immense pleasure, embracing each other tightly. I thrust in and out forcefully, and she twisted her waist and moved her buttocks to meet my thrusts. Afraid that her cries and moans of pleasure would be heard, I intertwined my mouth and tongue with hers, sucking and gagging her mouth to prevent any groans. My penis repeatedly struck Xia's cervix, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Sometimes I thrust and pounded rapidly, sometimes slowly like a leech, sometimes darting left and right, sometimes churning and rotating. Xia's hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her face contorted in extreme agony. The pain was intensely pleasurable. Her heavy breathing and ecstatic moans were stubbornly silenced by my mouth. Her buttocks kept thrusting up to meet the impact of my penis. Xia repeatedly ejaculated vaginal fluid onto my glans. After a fierce battle, I ejaculated, all of my semen shooting into Xia's vagina. Until Xia stood up and put on her underwear, there wasn't a trace of semen or vaginal fluid on her genitals or the mat. I deduced that we were too excited; Xia's cervix was fully open, and my penis was very deep, so all the semen went into Xia's uterus. I lay on top of her, and how intoxicating and pleasurable it was to make love with the beautiful woman I deeply loved. It's not surprising that many heroes and heroines throughout history have fallen at the feet of women. How many people have committed adultery, eloped, or died for love, only to become homeless and ruined? Don't they deserve our admiration and sympathy? How many souls have committed murder and robbery in pursuit of this moment, creating countless human tragedies? Can't our society provide them with a more lenient environment, thereby reducing or even eliminating these tragedies?
Afterwards, I had sexual relations with Caixia several more times, twice at her home. Because I was afraid someone would cause trouble, or my husband or other family members would see us, I was very nervous. I became impotent when I made love to Xia. Twice, my penis was difficult to penetrate Xia's vagina, and I had to use my hands to pry it open while inserting. Although I still ejaculated, Xia certainly didn't get much pleasure, but she was still very satisfied, without the slightest complaint or dissatisfaction. What a wonderful woman! Interestingly, Xia's son, Jingjing, is very sensible. A friend's son got married, and after attending the wedding, I ran into Xia. I was invited to her house, where her son was already home. We chatted casually until she went to school. We quickly became affectionate, and just as Xia was pulling down her pants, someone knocked on the door. We were a little nervous, but then we heard her son's voice, "Mom, Dad's home, he's downstairs now." Jingjing finished speaking and left. We couldn't continue, so I had to leave. Xia reluctantly saw me off downstairs, saying she was going to work. I told her Jingjing was very sensible and that I really had to thank him. She also praised her son. In the courtyard of the government office, I saw Xia's husband, his face flushed from drinking, bragging to someone as he walked home. If Jingjing hadn't been so quick to warn him, he would have been in big trouble if he had seen them. Another time, shortly after I was transferred to another province, I went to Xia's house one evening. She was home alone, and we embraced. Xia pulled down her pants, but we didn't dare take our clothes off and go to bed, so we had to do it standing up. However, my penis wouldn't get hard no matter what I did, so I could only rub and caress her genitals. We both felt a deep sense of regret. I told Xia that although I had left her, my home was still here, and I would try to be together once a month. Xia looked at me with wide, loving eyes and nodded with some doubt. Little did I know that this would be the last time I had sexual contact with Xia.
Caixia was a passionate and loyal woman. After I left that place, I was indifferent to people's cold stares and the fickleness of the world. I was unconcerned about the hardships of life's journey and the potential troubles of being transferred to another place. The only thing I couldn't let go of was Caixia. It was a heart-wrenching reluctance to part with her. Xia felt the same way. I remember she wrote me a letter then, her heart heavy with sorrow and reluctance to let go. We kept in touch after we separated. The few unsuccessful sexual encounters I described earlier all happened after I left. She visited my workplace twice. Once, she was passing through on business, and I really wanted her to stay the night, but she couldn't decide. I took them to the train station, and the train was already slowly pulling away. I so wished it would go faster, but she got on just as it started moving. Fate didn't allow us to be together. The second time, she came to see me. I wasn't in the office at the time, and by the time I found out, Xia had already left. I was filled with regret; again, fate didn't allow us to be together. Another time, she drank with me. She drank a lot that day. I remember she never drinks, so why did she drink so much that day? I guessed she felt the same way I did—missing each other and trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol. I also drank a lot. After the party, we stumbled home, supporting each other. She invited me to her house, but I thought that being together like that, especially at her house, could easily lead to something bad, so I took her to a friend's house. Looking back now, I regret it deeply. I missed another excellent opportunity to have sex with Xia. My mother passed away during a major flood, and she waded through the water to my hometown to mourn her, for which I am deeply grateful. Once, I heard that Xia was ill and hospitalized. When I went to the hospital and saw her like that, I was heartbroken, and I cried in front of my wife. During my first Spring Festival after starting a new job, Xia wrote me a letter to wish me a Happy New Year. I received it on the first day of the Lunar New Year while I was on duty—it was truly a meeting of minds!
Xia is the greatest woman in my heart. Throughout our relationship, she never made any demands. She didn't want fame or fortune, and she never even introduced me to her relatives or friends. Unlike some women who have ulterior motives, always seeking personal gain or connections, whether political or economic, Xia's devotion to me was completely selfless. In all the sexual encounters we had, it was always me who initiated the contact. No matter the risk, she always complied and satisfied me, never hesitant or coy. If she knew what I wanted, she would find a way to make it happen, like the time she delivered the bamboo shoots. She wasn't promiscuous at all. Throughout our sexual intercourse, she never took the initiative; she only offered gentle submission and genuine devotion. Some women, for a certain purpose, either throw themselves at you or half-heartedly resist while being coy and hesitant—their thoughts are one thing, their actions are another. Caixia is definitely not that kind of woman. Among all the women I know, she truly stands out from the crowd.
This is the great and genuine woman in my heart; this is the true story of my affair with a colleague.

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