Sexual activity with colleagues

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If a man and woman are in a relationship, they'll always try to do something at night during company trips—it's always the same routine.
I remember a few years ago, we were caressing each other on the beach in Qinhuangdao, being intimate on the Yangtze River ferry, and last year at a resort hotel. Because it was in the mountains, there were many places to go. Just as we were about to do it by the river, fishermen passed by at night. Sex was always simple: first kissing, then rubbing her breasts, then touching her buttocks, taking off her underwear, and having sex from behind. I remember that time she knelt on the ground and gave me oral sex. In short, it always seems like something happens during every trip.
We've known each other for eight or nine years now. Our relationship has slowly grown. A glimpse when I first joined the company set my life's destiny in this woman. She lived relatively close to the company, and initially, we'd occasionally have dinner together after work, and sometimes go to karaoke. When did the warmth of our relationship begin? I try hard to remember. Was it the intentional or unintentional hand-holding while singing in a karaoke bar? I can't remember.
One time, I forgot my house key, and it was late, so she invited me to stay at her place. She shared an apartment with a colleague, and we were afraid of being found out by her, so we were always very careful and hesitant when we went in. The next morning, I waited until her colleague left before sneaking out.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all, but nothing happened. I was thinking about the three rules men should follow: don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility. It was almost winter, and we slept in our thermal underwear and clothes. I didn't take the initiative to do anything, and neither did she. The bed was small, and sometimes I slept with my back to her. I wasn't sleepy at all, so I turned over and leaned against her. She must have felt my erection. I was worried at the time because I didn't know what she was thinking, and I was concerned that our perspectives might differ. For example, I was married and happy, but due to the inherent flaws of men, I was tempted to have casual sex. She was a young woman around 28 years old. "Is she a virgin? Should I take responsibility? Will she just cling to me like this?" Because of these thoughts, I didn't want to sleep with her. She felt the same way. Although I didn't know her situation (for example, whether she had been with men before, or many), she didn't want me to mistakenly think she was a promiscuous woman, so she rarely took the initiative. The most significant thing we did that night was that she touched me, and we kissed. These are important signs of a relationship progressing further.
Many things happened afterward, but I can't remember when we first had sex. I only know that my penis was very suitable for her. She was rather slender and thin, perhaps with a shorter vagina; while my wife is often told that I can't satisfy her. So, men should never be insecure. The key is to find the right one for you to unleash your potential.
Let's talk about sexual ability. For men, it's primarily a matter of novelty and excitement. If it's novel and exciting, most men are incredibly capable. Back in my school days, my wife and I had sex three times a day. But after being together for a while, the novelty naturally wore off. As women get older, they become even more virile, and since I lacked that novelty, my performance suffered. As for other women, it's better to have a mistress than a concubine. The tension and excitement each time is irresistible, naturally boosting performance. Then there's the ethical paradox, which I won't discuss.
Let me briefly introduce my colleague. She has a great figure, a slim waist, and a sweet face. Her initially flat buttocks have become perky, and her breasts have gone from a B to a C cup. Every time we're together, it's satisfying, and I'm satisfied too. She's very obedient, saying that I taught her all her techniques, which I don't believe. She'll kneel down and give me oral sex, very enthusiastically. She's willing to stand naked in front of the mirror during sex, and we shower together. She's a bold girl; she even encourages me to have sex outdoors. I must reiterate, I am quite satisfied every time we have sex; and she experiences multiple orgasms each time, which also brings her great satisfaction. This is probably why, even though we only meet infrequently (once a month), she still likes me.
I want to say that everyone here is familiar with "massage parlors"—it's all about perspective. Just having sex is fine, but really, masseuses are pretty meaningless. It's the standard procedure: waterbed, massage, blowjob, anal licking, and intercourse.
There's enjoyment, but that's about it. Having sex with a woman I have feelings for, who's even more skilled than a masseuse, makes masseuses seem pointless, and I haven't been to one in years.
It's precisely because of the mutual inner and physical satisfaction we experience together that our relationship has remained strong. She's getting married, and I'm perhaps just a strong man to comfort her body. I never pry into her life, like how many men she's been with. We keep our secrets.
For me, it was just a secret affair. She was a really good hookup, and I was grateful for and satisfied with the satisfaction she gave me.
After we initially shared an apartment for a while, she moved in alone, which made things much more convenient for the next few years. For a while, we went to teahouses regularly—it cost 38 yuan per person for a small private room. We couldn't have sex there, but we could do everything else. Sometimes, when I took her home at noon
, we could have a quickie. Sometimes we'd have sex outdoors, in the community garden, wearing skirts—it was easy and really exciting. Now she's not able to have sex anymore, so we have to do it in hotels. Let me tell you about this trip. Around 12:30 AM, we met by the river. It was a quiet Friday night, and everyone was home asleep. She said she really wanted to, and I was also very horny. Even though it was so late, I felt like I was wasting this precious time if we didn't do something, so I called her out. And she, perhaps driven by inner turmoil or something else, never refused my advances.
We walked deeper into the distance, away from the roadside, and embraced. I freed her breasts from my top and sucked on them vigorously, appearing particularly lewd. But women's emotions are aroused in the same way. While kissing her, I touched her round buttocks with my hands, my lower body already hard, pressing against her indentation, incredibly wanton. Feeling her appearance, I pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her snow-white buttocks, but there was no one around.
Looking at the bright starry sky, the streetlights were also bright. I turned her around from the front, her buttocks sticking out. Because she was wearing pants, it was difficult to penetrate, so I sat on a stone bench. She leaned closer, her buttocks sticking out. I explored with my hand, aimed, and saw how wet she was, indicating she was very eager. I groped for her, and she moved slowly a few times, sitting below impatiently. Because, you know, when a man is tired, a woman moving on top is a rest. This was the beginning of the battle, my mind full of desire, my body full of energy, how could I tolerate a woman's hesitation? I lifted her buttocks and stood up, and gave her a rapid series of thrusts. Ah, so good, so exciting! This stimulation only lasted a few minutes before the person looking for me called me, so I pulled out and quickly went back. Damn it.
The trip ended and I returned to my accommodation around 6:30 PM, booking a room. She went up first, then followed; without mentioning dinner, she just took off her clothes to satisfy her urges. She came five times that night. I really want to recall the details; I pulled down her pants, just went for it once, it was always hard to come at this point, because orgasm requires emotional arousal, and she seemed very eager. She was on top, and I loved it when she served me like that, touching my anus with one hand while kissing my breasts, sometimes playing with my other hand, while her hips moved up and down—it was truly intoxicating. When she was wet enough, I started thrusting from below, and quickly, she hugged me tightly—it was my first time.
Doing it from below is very unpleasant, because you don't feel any stimulation yourself. He simply rolled over and began the second round of thrusting. In the normal position, he only needed to vary the speed, following his emotions. The glans slowly pushed open the opening, and gradually he felt his body tremble; the symptoms of impending orgasm were very obvious. However, at this point, it was difficult for the man to resist, so he adjusted his pace and endured, because satisfaction was right before him. Finally, there was a second time, and she held him tightly.
When she loosened her grip a little, it meant it was time to continue. He thrust slowly, and the woman's orgasmic sensations hadn't subsided. With just a little stimulation, a third orgasm quickly followed.
After a short rest, he repeated the technique, and soon there was a fourth. During this process, it was quite strenuous for the man, as he had to hold back from ejaculating.
Later, we moved to the floor, and I entered her from behind. Because of the previous exertion, I had no urge to ejaculate. So I became even more vigorous, mercilessly rough, and she came again. She said that women really could be fucked to death.
I stopped, too tired. It was already past 8 pm. I put on a condom, entered her in the most normal position, thrusting, slowly reaching orgasm, ejaculating.
Because of previous experience, I never orgasm with a woman simultaneously, because a man's orgasm is about wanting to thrust wildly, while a woman's orgasm is about holding you tightly. I had once experienced orgasming together, but it wasn't very comfortable.
Tired, I rested and slept until 10:30 pm; the woman, however, wasn't tired. She showered and undressed. She bought takeout and ate. Afterwards, cigarettes are always a man's way of releasing his deepest pride and satisfaction.
The next morning, we had sex again, and she came again. Limited by my stamina, and having had sex all night, I couldn't recapture the initial passion. I ejaculated on her stomach.
I left around noon, ending our rendezvous.
Therefore, having an affair shouldn't be done too often. What you need is the sense of novelty and excitement. Without these, although the body can be satisfied, the heart cannot, and that's when the fun is lost.

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