My experience of seducing a young married woman into having an affair

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(I) Falling in Love
My lover was more than ten years younger than me. When I first met her, I was in my prime, running a company with hundreds of employees, while she had just given birth after marriage and applied to be my secretary.
Actually, women of that age are not only hardworking, but also mature yet innocent, a perfect blend of youth and naivety. She was petite and charming, but in all the right places, she was large – a full bust and a curvaceous bottom, the kind of woman who naturally arouses men's desire. Many men pursued her when she was young, and even after marriage, many tried to take advantage of her; she said that's all men are good for.
I wasn't immune to temptation either. To be honest, I had impure thoughts the moment I saw her, and I couldn't look her in the eye. It was hot then, and people wore less clothing, and tight-fitting clothes were in fashion. I stole glances at her retreating figure, watching her swaying, shapely buttocks as she walked, and couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. I thought that making love with her would feel completely different, especially real and exhilarating, wouldn't it? After I won her over, she brought up my past wicked thoughts. She scoffed at my shamelessness, saying that she never expected me to be so vulgar and audacious, despite my refined appearance.
She said that she had never been very interested in sex before, had almost never experienced orgasm, remained chaste before marriage, and her feelings for her husband were lukewarm. After marriage, her husband was somewhat self-centered, and their sex life was always short-lived. Only after I got together with her did she realize how wonderful it was to be a woman.
She is a dutiful woman and is deeply afraid of infidelity. Initially, she wrote to me, implying that if I truly loved her, I should not touch her. Of course, it didn't work. Under my relentless pursuit, she still cheated on me and we've been together ever since.
Extramarital affairs are a desire in every man's heart. She was a gift from fate. Many years have passed, and she has long since left to pursue her own life. But when we first met more than eight years ago, how I seduced her, teased her, and finally had a passionate tryst with her still excites me and leaves me with endless memories.
(II) Flirting
Although my intentions were malicious, I dared not be too forward. I could only steal glances at her; she was a married woman, and frankly, I had my reservations. Whether she was interested in me too, I didn't know. However, due to work, I had more contact with her and we cooperated well. Perhaps feelings developed over time; I vaguely sensed an ambiguous relationship between us, at least that's my feeling.
About a month later, the company held its annual order fair, with entertainment activities in the evening. That night, the dance hall was dimly lit, and towards the end, there were very few people left. The atmosphere was romantic and relaxed, just as we were about to have something happen.
Finally, I invited her to dance. When I put my arm around her waist, I felt her whole body stiffen a little; perhaps she also had an unusual premonition. This time, I was a bit reckless, determined to express my feelings. I took her hand and pulled her closer, our bodies pressed together. I felt a jolt, my heart pounding. She struggled a few times but didn't break free. I finally broke through that barrier, embracing her as we swayed silently on the dance floor.
I couldn't see her expression in the darkness, but in the soft music, I felt her slowly relax, her body softening. I wrapped my arms around her waist, like lovers in the throes of passion, pressing close together, turning face to face, our faces drawing ever closer. I felt her warm, fragrant breath on my face, intoxicating me. The alluring feminine scent of this strange woman emboldened me, and I casually kissed her lips.
She glanced at me, startled, a little flustered, but didn't respond, her eyes half-closed. I continued to kiss her gently, savoring the warmth of her lips and the taste of her breath. A few minutes passed, maybe only a few seconds, before she suddenly pushed me away. She saw someone she knew come in, so it ended there. I then went too far and kissed her on the lips, and she acquiesced. Thus began our affair.
(III)
After that passionate kiss, she became somewhat distant, perhaps feeling guilty and conflicted. I was also worried about whether I had offended her. Later, she said that on her way home that night, she had considered quitting her job, not wanting to see me again, but somehow she stayed.
A man who has kissed a woman he admires is like a cat that has tasted fish; he can't forget the flavor. Men and women at this point are probably both somewhat unable to resist. A few days later, we went on a business trip. We sat in the back seat of the car, keeping our distance. Nothing happened on the way there, but on the way back, as night fell, I couldn't suppress my excitement, turned her head, and stole another kiss.
This time she reacted, and the intensity was unexpected, which surprised and delighted me. After some initial resistance, she began to kiss me back, her lips becoming very wet. We kissed passionately. To avoid being seen by the driver, we stayed in our original positions, heads bowed close, kissing incessantly on the road.
Later, without realizing it, her tongue entered my mouth. I took it in and sucked, our tongues intertwining, responding to each other. She seemed to be overwhelmed by the kisses, completely abandoning her womanly reserve, drooling like a baby. My wet lips then kissed her nose and chin. Finally, overcome with passion, I thrust my tongue forcefully into her mouth. She tilted her head back, mouth open, eyes glazed, letting me do as I pleased. It felt incredibly stimulating; the car was filled with a damp atmosphere, the noise of the car masking our panting.
But out of politeness, neither dared to make a sound, still wanting more. Some say that oral sex and the intercourse of the tongue directly symbolize the interaction of male and female genitalia. Emotionally speaking, passionate kissing between a man and a woman is actually more profound than physical intercourse, so I understood her feelings.
As we were about to get off the bus, I asked her if we could go out for karaoke after work. She said she couldn't come out at night because her husband kept a close eye on her, and she had no excuse. We've all been through this, so I understood. What should I do? I'll see her during the day. I figured she was a young married woman, and we understood each other perfectly.
(IV) Touching Breasts
She laid down three rules for me: at the company, I had to act normal, like nothing had ever happened between us, which I agreed to. However, it wasn't allowed at night or during work hours, so it took many days before I could get close to her again.
One afternoon, I took her with me to sing karaoke with customers. This karaoke bar was connected to a dance hall. After finding a hostess to deal with the customers, I dragged her to dance. Back then, dance halls were all dark; when the lights were off, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Dancing was just for show; in the darkness, we were incredibly eager, immediately embracing each other. Since there was no one in our way, we kissed passionately, our lips pressed together, as if we wanted to devour each other. The feeling was much stronger than before.
I don't know how I became so rough. While kissing her, I pressed my erect penis against her, rubbing her breasts through my pants, doing it all at once. She was extremely excited and agitated; it's hard to describe how she looked, but she was definitely very passionate. We moved to the center of the pool, and I pressed her against the pillar, engaging in a more intense oral battle with her, rubbing against her from head to toe. Suddenly, she started breathing heavily, taking the initiative, hugging me tightly and kissing and pecking wildly, completely losing control, smearing my face with saliva.
I was losing control a bit, so we had to find a corner to sit down. I simply laid her down on the sofa, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, flipped her bra up to her neck, and pulled out her breasts. In the darkness, I could feel how big and white her breasts were, and how soft they felt to the touch. I excitedly grabbed and kneaded them, making her cry out. Her nipples were rough and large, hard and erect. I lowered my head and greedily took them in my mouth, sucking and licking them alternately. She was panting heavily again, pressing my head down hard and arching her upper body. Her breasts were so big that I could hardly breathe.
Suddenly, my mouth tasted sweet. It turned out that she had just been weaned, and her milk had probably overflowed because she was too excited. She said to me passionately that she wished I were her husband. I hummed in response and nibbled at her nipples. We then embraced and shared a deep, passionate kiss. When we finished, I helped her straighten her clothes. The people who came with me didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Later, she said that even though I hadn't really done anything, she had more than one orgasm.
(V) Lewdness
It is said that if a woman lets you touch her breasts, it means that her body has no taboos with you. I didn't do anything to her that time, but her reaction was so strong. So I was filled with intense curiosity and longing for her deeper charm. Not long after, she had a rare free time, and I asked her out. We had our first tryst.
We went to the place where we first kissed. The booth was secluded, finally giving us some privacy. I kissed her passionately, caressing every inch of her upper body. When she got aroused, her body went limp, as if her bones had been removed. She couldn't sit still and leaned against me. I took advantage of the situation and started to reach for her crotch. She was voluptuous, and her pants were tight, making it difficult to slip my hand inside. With her cooperation, I unbuckled her belt and zipper, first touching her inner thigh through her thin panties.
Wow, that place is bulging. I covered it with my hand, and my underwear was already soaked. I gently rubbed it, and my underwear became even wetter. So I reached in and touched her smooth belly, soft pubic hair, and then directly to her vulva. It felt like a freshly steamed bun, hot and steaming. The two folds felt very thick when I pressed them.
Unable to resist the urge, I instinctively dug my middle finger into her cleft. She trembled and cried out, her body arching slightly. It was wet, hot, and slippery inside. I massaged it thoroughly, teasing the little fleshy mound. Her entrance loosened, and I added my index finger, probing and exploring. She groaned softly, her whole body moving towards my hand. I dug deeper and harder, and she began to itch, stroking my rock-hard erection through my pants. I resisted, kissing her passionately and digging into her like a madman. She moaned and writhed, her juices flowing freely, soaking my hand. Her buttocks were also wet. I thought to myself, this woman is incredibly horny.
I repeated this several times until she was almost completely exhausted. In the taxi on the way back, she lay softly on my lap, very docile, letting me kiss her and secretly fondle her breasts. Perhaps she was really tired, a little overwhelmed, but we didn't cross the final line between man and woman.
(VI)
After we got into bed, we ended up in bed together. That time, I accompanied her classmate to Shanghai, and we stayed in a hotel that night. I intentionally asked for separate rooms. When I entered her room, she was watching TV. She asked me what I was doing there, and I smiled without saying a word, then resolutely picked her up. I remember that day she was wearing a light green short dress, looking pretty and charming.
I took off all my clothes on the bed to look at her. Oh! Her breasts were indeed very large, like two pumpkins. I put a pillow under her buttocks, and they arched very high, just as I had imagined! Her areolas and nipples were unusually dark and large, probably because she had just given birth. Seeing such an elegant and fair-skinned woman, only to discover what she was like underneath, something rarely seen, such a huge contrast was truly stimulating and arousing.
Looking at her jade-like body lying there, her curves strikingly black and white, I was already aroused and erect, hard as iron. She was also overflowing with desire, her entrance wide open. Before she could even cry out, I thrust into her from the front with unstoppable force, accurately and completely penetrating her. She was finally my woman. I then drove deeper and deeper, each thrust reaching her very root, releasing my passionate desire for her.
Perhaps instinctively, she rose and fell beneath me, responding with loud moans that I couldn't silence with my mouth. I felt the heat and wetness of her private parts, being enveloped and gripped. I was in ecstasy, pounding into her relentlessly, the sounds of our bodies slapping louder and louder. She cried out more and more, her body convulsing rapidly. I probably pounded into her hundreds of times, her lower body contracting tightly several times. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and violently released all of myself deep inside her. That day, our sweat and bodily fluids soaked a large area of the sheets, leaving the bed a mess.
I woke up in the middle of the night and touched her there. It was warm, loose, and soft, and I felt incredibly tender and sweet. I touched it and it became wet again, the opening widened, and I got excited and erect again. I penetrated her and did it again
, making her climax repeatedly. She gasped and said she couldn't take it anymore, saying I was almost inside her stomach. She later said that it was very dangerous that time. She hadn't recovered much after giving birth, and it was rare for her to do it at home. When she did, I always ejaculated outside. I said, "What are you afraid of? If it's mine, I'll raise the child." After that day, she immediately went to the hospital to take precautions.
(VII) The rest
is how I slept with her. When men and women reach the peak of lust, they expose their ugliest organs and engage in naked intercourse. That ultimate, bone-deep feeling is irreplaceable, whether it's flirting or mutual comfort. And when a man conquers another man's woman under his crotch, this feeling is even more unparalleled.
From then on, we made love freely, hundreds of times. The various positions we had, like the "horse-leg" position and the "72 positions," pale in comparison. I'm too embarrassed to go into the details, but all lovers are pretty much the same; even the most reserved woman, with her lover, becomes effortlessly alluring. She's capable of anything, and given her sensitivity, each tryst felt fresh and new, like the first time. You can imagine my amazement and pleasure. Not only that, she helped me immensely in my life and career, more than anyone else, unconditionally and wholeheartedly.
I told her that no matter who she married or who she might marry in the future, she wouldn't be allowed to have any other real man besides me. She called me domineering, asking what gave her the right. She also said that it was pathetic of me to share her with someone else instead of marrying her. I was speechless.
She would occasionally be depressed. In this kind of relationship, the woman felt more pressured and it wasn't convenient, so we spent more time apart than together. However, when her period comes, she feels better, and might even let me pick a carrot off her head, then blame me for not appreciating her afterwards. I guess that's just how women's moods are, so fickle.
Actually, I really want to marry her, to sleep with her every day, but when that time comes, will I still be so eager and caring? Will she still be so sensitive and alluring? That's an unknown. If we maintain the status quo, and she's free, being her lover for life isn't impossible, but that thought is too selfish, so I haven't dared to tell her.
We experience the most extreme pleasures of life in this contradictory yet intimate relationship, which is perhaps why extramarital affairs have persisted for millennia. I asked her how it felt to have sex with me, and she said she often had multiple orgasms, too many to count, sometimes reaching her peak before penetration even began—something every man loves to hear. She's truly a lovely woman!

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