My beautiful and wealthy colleague

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My lover wasn't originally my lover, of course that's obvious. But neither of us really expected things to come to this.

She's an exceptional woman—and by exceptional, I don't mean it's an insult, she truly is exceptional: exceptional figure, exceptional temperament, exceptional family background. Yes, in internet slang, she's a typical "rich, beautiful, and successful woman"—you could even call her a goddess.

Okay, let me describe my beautiful and wealthy girlfriend: She's 1.76 meters tall, yes, she's very tall, almost half a head taller than me (what, you're asking how tall I am? Did I ask your mother's surname? Why are you asking me how tall I am?); Appearance: Beautiful, especially her almond-shaped eyes, which are very expressive, and have a captivating charm; Temperament: Elegant, which is related to her upbringing; women raised in scholarly families are indeed extraordinary; Figure: Full bust, shapely hips, slim waist, and long legs. The only flaws are that her frame is slightly large, her shoulders are slightly broad, and her weight is slightly on the heavier side; Skin: Well, her skin is fair, the ancient saying "skin like cream" perfectly describes her (actually, it's just oily skin!); Personality: Not too good, there's no way around it. Outstanding women often have personality issues; if they had truly good personalities, they wouldn't be getting a divorce. Her personality, to put it bluntly, is strong-willed and intolerant of injustice. Physical stamina: That's really good. She's quite capable in bed, at least she can withstand my efforts. In today's parlance, she's "endurable." Intelligence: Strange, isn't this a pornographic novel? Why am I bringing up a woman's intelligence? But I just want to say, this woman's intelligence is definitely not low. Although she got into our company through connections, her work has always been excellent. Why am I bringing up intelligence? Because I think it's her greatest strength, I won't explain in detail. Emotional intelligence: Not low, really not low. We've been together for three years, we've had our share of arguments and disagreements, but we've never talked about breaking up, maintaining this relationship. Her emotional intelligence is key. Relationship: I'm talking about our relationship, it's subtle, really subtle. It's not purely physical, nor purely romantic; it's a mix of love, friendship, and various other feelings. I can't really define our relationship.

Neither of us ever dreamed that we'd end up sleeping together, and that this messing around would continue until now, developing feelings beyond just physical intimacy—really!

We were colleagues, very good colleagues, so good that once, when she was drunk, she said to me, "Lao Fan, I like you, I really like you, not the kind of liking between a man and a woman. The first day I met you at work, you looked familiar, like we had a deep connection from a past life. I said, were you my sister in a past life?!" When I heard that, I froze. Damn it, so in her heart I'm just her best friend?

"I don't want to be your best friend, I want to be your husband!!!" I screamed inwardly, my heart aching terribly. To be considered a best friend by such an extreme woman—isn't this a blatant insult to my masculine charm?

She likes to call me Lao Fan, which I like; I like to call her Da Bai, but she doesn't like that.

I'm a junior manager in my department, with five people under me: two born in 1970, two in 1980, and one in 1990. My age is somewhere in the middle, neither too young nor too old. I was parachuted in as manager, and when I first arrived, my subordinates were unconvinced. The two older guys, relying on their seniority, kept calling me "Little Fan," their tone filled with disdain, dissatisfaction, and resentment. So, every time that young woman born in the 90s called me "Old Fan," I was happy, greeting her with a smile, much like a pimp at a ten-dollar brothel when a customer came in.

Her surname is Bai, and she has fair skin, and is tall and voluptuous, but that's not why I call her "Big Bai." I call her "Big Bai" because her buttocks are white, big, round, and perky—a truly exquisite butt.

When we're in bed, my favorite position is doggy style. She lies face down on the bed (sometimes on the floor), her big white butt sticking out, and I thrust into her hard while slapping her buttocks, making a loud "smack smack" sound; I shout, "Big White, lift your butt higher, move it back a bit."

Her usual response is to turn around and glare at me, yelling "You motherfucker," while simultaneously thrusting her buttocks back and forth forcefully. The sudden increase in the frequency of the impact between my third leg and her buttocks creates a loud "smack smack" sound at the point where our bodies meet, a sound so loud it can be heard next door.

Getting off topic, the reason she doesn't like me calling her "Big White" is because she thinks it's vulgar, and she always feels like I'm calling her "Big White's ass." However, in bed, her attitude is completely different. Every time she's close to climax, she loves it when I call her "Big White." Well, the full way is: "Big White, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

Okay, I described Big White a bit too lewdly earlier. Yes, Big White is indeed a bit slutty in bed, but off the bed, she quickly reverts to her usual self—a dignified, elegant, and voluptuous mature woman.

Back to the topic, why did Big White sleep with me, her only male best friend?

Because her husband cheated on her!

Why did her husband cheat? That's a good question, like asking why a dog eats poop!

Big White's husband likes to cheat, and he has the means to do so because he's a tall, rich, and handsome man—or more accurately, a handsome, tall, and rich man.

When Da Bai got married, almost the entire staff of our company attended her wedding. There was no way around it; her mother was the director of the district finance and tax bureau, and also the boss's childhood sweetheart and best friend (haha, that word feels a bit odd here). Who dared not give her face? During the wedding ceremony, when her husband appeared, he was handsome, tall, and dashing. From the 20-year-old receptionist to the 48-year-old assistant general manager, everyone in our company had their eyes light up, their eyes sparkling with desire, and they were practically ready to offer themselves to him in Da Bai's place on the wedding night. Damn, even I had to admit, he was really handsome, so handsome that I was embarrassed to say, "A beautiful flower stuck in dog poop."

A man this handsome, with a rich father (who owns a chain of restaurants; supposedly his family fortune is only a little over 90 million, not over 100 million), how could he not attract girls? Unless a dog doesn't eat poop!

Da Bai and her husband initially had a good relationship. Although they met through a blind date, they got married after only three months of knowing each other. Their parents, wanting a powerful alliance and colluding with businessmen, pressured the couple into marriage. Da Bai was initially blinded by her husband's good looks and rushed into the marriage without understanding his character. Her husband, who was only going through with the blind date because of his father's pressure, was surprised by how outstanding the girl was. Even more remarkably, during their three-month courtship, Da Bai refused to lower her guard, insisting on marriage before letting her husband deflower her. No normal man could resist such a virgin, and a top-quality one at that.

Unfortunately, a leopard can't change its spots. Even a woman as outstanding as Da Bai couldn't hold onto a Don Juan-like husband's heart.

Less than a year into their marriage, this Don Juan-like husband started staying out all night, and his phone was frequently filled with suggestive text messages. To put it bluntly, Da Bai's husband was cheating on her.

Most people cheat because they can't resist the temptation of a beautiful woman. But Da Bai's husband isn't like that; he can't resist the temptation of many beautiful women.

It's said, supposedly, that Da Bai's husband had affairs with three women after marriage (I like to use the word "affairs"), and now the number has increased to five, sometimes even two at the same time (I'm just not going to use the word "threesome").

Okay, let me summarize: Da Bai's husband is a playboy, relying on his good looks and wealth to cheat on his wonderful wife, Da Bai, and he's getting more and more enthusiastic. It's said that he has almost double-digit extramarital affairs.

What would you do if you had a husband like that? In the past, women would mostly "cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide," but women nowadays aren't so foolish. Life is so beautiful, why would they threaten suicide?

Da Bai initially also "cry and make a scene," but unfortunately, her father-in-law couldn't control his son. What could Da Bai do?

You cheat, I cheat too; you go out and have affairs, I go out and have affairs too—who's afraid of who! And this messing around has landed me in the mess.

Da Bai is planning to have an affair—well, the professional term is cheating—to get revenge on her husband. With Da Bai's looks and resources, if she wants to cheat, no one can refuse her unless they're a lesbian or impotent. The key is, Da Bai has high standards. Her taste in her affair partners is as discerning as her taste in clothes; they have to be attracted to her, to put it bluntly, she has to have feelings for them.

This is incredibly difficult!

Cheating isn't like hosting a dinner party, or playing mahjong or cards, where you can just throw together a table. Cheating is a skill, especially for a woman like Da Bai. Her affair partner has to be attracted to her, gentle, considerate, good in bed, have time to be with her when she's happy or sad, and be able to come and go as she pleases. If she and her husband reconcile one day, the affair partner also has to be able to disappear immediately.

Damn, cheating is harder than finding a husband.

But Da Bai is lucky, or rather, I'm unlucky!

Da Bai has her eye on me, or rather, Da Bai wants to sleep with me! Forgive my bluntness, but this is the truth.

I didn't actually want to cheat on Da Bai.

Because I had feelings for Da Bai, or rather, friendship. Before Da Bai got involved with me, our relationship was very pure—a pure boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, somewhat like close friends, without any entanglements of interest, purely based on compatibility.

I've never had many friends because I have high standards for friendship. I like quiet, reading, drinking tea, and pure interactions between people.

Da Bai and I had a pure relationship; our personalities were compatible, and our interests aligned. In today's society, finding a lover is too easy, but finding a true confidant is too difficult. I've always cherished my nearly two-year friendship with Da Bai. Although I've always been attracted to Da Bai's beautiful body, I valued friendship more than lust.

Unfortunately, Da Bai didn't understand this and insisted on making our friendship impure. I'm very sad (Am I being pretentious? Am I?).

Furthermore, there's another crucial reason why I don't want Da Bai to have sex with me, or rather, to have sex with Da Bai (I like the word "have sex," haha, I'm just that vulgar): I'm married, I'm a married man.

My wife treats me well. Although she's not as alluring as Da Bai, she's still a dignified and beautiful virtuous wife. I have no reason or excuse to cheat.

Because my wife's family isn't well-off, and her mother is often ill, my wife lacked family care when she was young and suffered a lot. So after we got married, she cherished our family very much. As her husband, she tries her best to tolerate many of my bad habits. The key is, my wife loves me very much. Yes, it took me a long time after we got married to realize how intense and profound my wife's love for me was.

However, fate is irresistible. Fate has destined Da Bai to have sex with me, or for me to have sex with her. I can't defy that damned fate.

Let me recall in detail the scene of my first time sleeping with Da Bai: That day, it was cloudy and drizzling.

After work, Da Bai wasn't in a hurry to leave. Ever since she discovered her husband's infidelity, Da Bai hasn't been eager to go home.

I was in a hurry to leave because my wife had messaged me on QQ, urging me to come home early for dinner.

Da Bai stopped me, her plump, white arm tightly around mine, and said, "I'm not feeling well. Come home later and keep me company, okay?"

Da Bai's expression was off; I looked closely at her slightly haggard face. I called my wife back, telling her I had a business dinner that evening and would be home late.

Long afterward, I kept thinking back to that day. If I had refused Da Bai's request, would my life have taken a different turn?

That day, we found a nearby restaurant. Da Bai wanted to drink, to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), and she wanted me to drink with her.

Da Bai drank really fast, one glass after another. I didn't try to stop her because I knew a little about her husband's situation. I knew she was venting, venting her dissatisfaction with her marriage and her anger at her husband's infidelity.

I only drank less than two ounces of a 15-year-old Baiyunbian liquor, while Da Bai downed half a jin (250ml). I knew Da Bai was going to get drunk.

Sure enough, Da Bai, reeking of alcohol, suddenly threw out a shocking request: "Let's go to a hotel!"

I don't know what my expression was at that moment, but I was itching with desire. I'd been lusting after Da Bai's body for a long time.

I'm not tall, but I like tall women—yes, fair-skinned, large-breasted, and incredibly attractive tall women. Da Bai fit my sexual fantasies in every way.

Sometimes, when I'm entertaining clients, after drinking, I go to bathhouses to find prostitutes. I especially like choosing tall, large-breasted women. Every time I bring a tall, voluptuous woman to multiple orgasms, I feel an insatiable pleasure.

But I hesitated then. Although I was itching with desire, my reason told me I couldn't take it that far with Da Bai. If I did, my friendship with Da Bai, my family, and her family would be in jeopardy.

Da Bai stared at me with drunken eyes, her gaze both wild and seductive. Her breathing was rapid, her breasts trembled slightly, and the sight of her snow-white, ample bosom dazzled my eyes.

“Let’s go for a walk along the river!” I lowered my head, avoiding her gaze.

A light drizzle was falling, and we weren’t using umbrellas. The river breeze was damp and sticky, making it hard to breathe.

Da Bai exploded. After walking along the river for five minutes, she suddenly hugged me tightly, sobbing and recounting her misfortunes. Her dignified and elegant demeanor seemed to be blown away by the river breeze, revealing the pain and anger within this extraordinary woman: “Lao Fan, my husband doesn’t want me anymore. He cheated on me after only three months of marriage.”

“My father-in-law can’t control him at all, and now he doesn’t want to. I’ve cried and made a scene, but it’s no use.”

“My mom tells me to endure it, my dad tells me to endure it, but I really can’t endure it anymore, sob sob.”

“I don’t even want to go home now. It’s empty when I go home. I feel like the world has abandoned me.”

“He said my penis is too wide, so he doesn’t get any pleasure from playing with me. Does he get pleasure playing with those prostitutes?”

…

Do you know what I admire most about Da Bai? Her strength, or rather, her high emotional intelligence.

Five minutes. Yes, Da Bai only broke down for five minutes. I had just gathered my emotions and figured out how to comfort her when she suddenly wiped away her tears and snot, completely calmed down, and launched her ultimate attack: "I booked a room nearby."

I didn't move. Yes, I didn't move. Although my heart was pounding, my breathing was rapid, and my penis was as hard as iron, my feet didn't move.

I was afraid. I was afraid of betraying my wife.

Playing with prostitutes is just playing around, a casual affair, a quick getaway, a physical affair, but my heart is still with my wife. But Da Bai is different. Da Bai is my friend, a true friend. Even though this friend is a woman who can charm anyone, she's still my friend.

I have a feeling that if I cross that line with Da Bai, our friendship will be over sooner or later.

I desperately wanted to refuse Da Bai, but she unleashed her ultimate weapon: "You're not going? Fine, even you despise me. Get lost, get far away! There's a corner ahead, I'll go to any bastard I meet there!"

I couldn't refuse. Yes, I couldn't refuse. Da Bai needed me. This moment was likely the most vulnerable, painful, and confused she'd ever been. I had to be with her.

We quickly checked into the hotel we'd booked.

Upon entering, without showering, without touching, without even undressing, Da Bai and I hastily completed our first sexual encounter.

This first time felt terrible. Da Bai reeked of alcohol, hastily pushed me to the ground, ripped off my pants, and almost violently shoved my penis between her legs.

Tight, dry, the foreskin roughly separated, the tender glans rubbing back and forth inside—it felt like being raped.

Big White, like a lioness, pinned me down, quickly lifting her hips and slamming down heavily. With each thrust, I felt my glans being scraped raw by a dry, fleshy sheath—it hurt!

Less than two minutes later, she suddenly stopped, leaning over me and bursting into tears.

I held her, gently stroking her back and kissing away her tears. After calming her down, I gently undressed her and led her into the bathroom, carefully washing her. Under the light, her body was fair and full, her breasts large and firm, her hips round and full against her slender waist. Her most alluring feature was her long legs—slender, straight calves leading to full, rounded thighs. Her legs were long and firm, so tight that even a finger couldn't fit inside when closed. It was

the first time I had ever seen such a tall and beautiful body. From every angle, it was almost flawless. This body was as beautiful as a goddess, almost reaching the pinnacle of my dreams.

Naturally, we started a second time.

Compared to the first time, the second time was much more harmonious.

Now I often think that maybe Da Bai and I were husband and wife in our past lives, because we are so perfectly in sync in bed.

I've been with many women, but Da Bai is the only one with whom I've achieved complete physical harmony on our second time together. This harmony isn't just about mutual satisfaction, but about how we seem to be born knowing how to satisfy each other. This tacit understanding is hard for me to explain; it's amazing, the world is truly amazing!

Da Bai is tall with long legs, a flexible and strong body, and is a size larger than my wife in every way, except for her waist. This makes her body look breathtaking, with a captivating sexiness—no, a voluptuousness.

This voluptuousness ignites my passion and fills me with energy. I toss and turn on the bed, and Da Bai cooperates fully with me.

I press myself against Da Bai, inserting my penis between her ample hips. During penetration, Da Bai remains silent, but after reaching the very end, she lets out a heavy "Ah!" as if surfacing to breathe her first breath of air. That exhilarating feeling is the ultimate in a woman's sensuality.

I stopped after penetrating deeply, feeling the warm, moist sensation inside. Big White's legs were wide open, eyes tightly closed, body limp, like a white fish pinned to a chopping board, offering no resistance. I moved gently a few times, and Big White's body began to tremble, his hips subtly adjusting their position to welcome my deeper penetration. I teasingly asked Big White, "How long has it been since you did it?"

Big White didn't answer, but his breathing gradually became heavier. I gently thrust my lower body while slowly asking Big White, "Higher? Lighter? Faster? Slower?"

Big White became angry, his two white legs clamping tightly around my waist, panting angrily, "Fuck you, hurry up!"

One, two, three, countless thrusts, all the way to the bottom; I was like a hungry wolf, devouring Big White like a piece of juicy meat!

Big White remained silent, but her body tensed, beads of sweat slowly seeping from her snow-white chest. Her plump hips seemed unable to withstand my thrusts, yet she refused to back down. The fluid inside Big White grew thicker and thicker, splashing out with each thrust, leaving our point of contact dripping wet.

After what seemed like an eternity, Big White suddenly froze, her head tilting back to expose her snow-white neck, crying out,

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!"

Big White had climaxed, but I wasn't going to let her come down so easily. My response was to straighten my legs, push myself up with my hands, and, like doing a push-up, use my penis as a fulcrum, propelling myself forward with my entire body weight.

Yes, the Olympic theme was perfectly embodied at that moment: higher, faster, stronger.

Moments later, we both reached our peak simultaneously. At the moment of climax, Big White clung tightly to me beneath me, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. I felt her spasmodic pleasure.

I lay on her voluptuous body, my hands roaming over her, trying to calm her passion. Big White, like a snow-white female beast, lay limply on the bed, her body covered in beads of sweat like raindrops.

If I could, I really wanted to rest on Big White for a while, and then go for a third time.

Unfortunately, one sentence from Big White shattered my thoughts: "It's getting late, you have to go home!"

Yes, I had to go home; my wife was waiting for me!

Why do I like Big White? A crucial point is her lack of selfishness; she's often considerate of others, including her lover's wife.

I've always thought Big White is exceptional, especially in her personality, as broad-minded and generous as her character.

After a quick wash, we went home, and our first adultery ended (yes, that's a harsh word, but it's the truth).

Before leaving, Da Bai asked two questions and made one request. The questions and request are as follows: 1. Da Bai:

"Am I wide down there?"

Me: "Well, you know, the key to this kind of thing is mutual attraction. If two people have..."

Da Bai: "Speak like a human!"

Me: "Your husband is such an idiot. He doesn't use a beauty like you and goes out to play around with random girls. He must have had his head squeezed by a door when he was a kid."

(Truth: Da Bai is big, and while her vagina isn't particularly tight, it's definitely not loose either. Especially her crotch area, which is thick and juicy. When I penetrated her, my pubic area pressed against that plump spot, and it felt very comfortable. When she got married, I met her husband in the bathroom. Her husband's penis was about the same size as mine, and I could still have a great time with Da Bai in bed. It just goes to show that her husband really doesn't appreciate this fertile field.)

[The End]

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