Romantic factory manager

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I'm the deputy director of personnel at a state-owned enterprise. Last year, during the company's restructuring and staff reassignment process, I finally tasted the sweet pleasure of being a leader and having affairs. One day early last year, I had just gotten home from get off work when my phone rang. It was a young female employee from the office. She asked if I could come to her house. I said I'd talk on the phone, but she said it wasn't convenient. So I quickly ate something and went to her place. When I entered, she asked me to sit in a chair, while she sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing she was alone, I asked where her husband and children were. She casually replied, "They went out." We started chatting. She first asked about the layoff policies, then talked about some personnel matters in the office. I noticed she seemed down, so I asked her if something was bothering her, offering to help if she needed anything. Unexpectedly, her eyes reddened, and she choked up. I quickly comforted her, telling her to speak slowly. Out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, but to my surprise, she rested her head on mine. Her body trembled violently with sobs. Somewhat puzzled, I gently rubbed her shoulders while trying to comfort her. I wondered why she was leaning on me; I needed to be aware of what was going on. She continued talking incoherently, her head slowly tilting into my lap, bringing our eyes together. At that moment, I had a premonition, but still felt uneasy. So, as if casually offering words of comfort, I slipped my hand to her abdomen. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring. I then gently rubbed her lower abdomen and lowered my face, bringing my lips close to her forehead. I softly said, "Don't be too sad, take care of yourself!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I gently kissed her forehead. She immediately closed her eyes and fell silent. At that moment, I understood most of what was happening. I boldly moved my hand to her breasts and continued to gently caress them. My lips brushed against her face as I whispered, "I've always liked you. It hurts me when you're sad. Let me share some of your sorrow!" I then gently kissed her lips. Although her eyes were still closed, her face had become very flushed, and her breathing was noticeably rapid. I was now certain she wouldn't reject my further caresses, so while continuing to gently kiss her lips and cheeks, I slipped my right hand inside her bra, past her warm, undulating belly, and pushed it up until I finally touched her soft breast. The moment I touched her breast, her body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft moan. I whispered, "I like you, I love you!" I gently rotated my hand on her left breast, and at that moment, I could clearly feel her already erect nipple swaying in my palm. Although her eyes were closed, I guessed she was already aroused, so I changed my caressing hand to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger, while whispering, "Is this better? Please forgive my intrusion!" To my surprise, she opened her eyes, stared intently at me, suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me deeply on the cheek, and said with a shy smile, "What if I don't forgive you?" Then she broke free and stood up to leave. I felt very confused and flustered, and awkwardly stood in the middle of the room. Just then, I heard the click of the door locking and her footsteps returning. I felt relieved. When she returned and saw me standing there, she lowered her head and said, "Why are you standing there? Come sit here!" She pulled my hand and made me sit on the edge of the bed. Then she walked to the other side of the bed, turned her back to me, and took off her outer clothes and trousers, revealing a close-fitting long-sleeved and long-legged underwear. Then she pulled back the covers and sat down, pulled out a drawer from the bedside table, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, placed them on the bedside table, and said, "Here are some cigarettes, feel free to smoke if you want!" Just as I was wondering what to do next, she whispered, "Take off your shoes and sit here with me!"I quickly kicked off my shoes and sat down beside her. I asked softly, "Is your husband not coming back?" She didn't answer, but picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number. Then she said to the person on the other end, "Has the child finished their homework? If so, tell them to go to bed early! You should go to bed early too, don't watch TV too much!" After a few more "uh-huhs," she said after hanging up, "They're at a relative's house tonight, watching over the house." Then she leaned against my chest again. At this point, I was completely free of worry. I knew she was worried about being laid off during this round of layoffs and wanted to establish a special relationship with me to ensure she could stay in her job or get a better position in the future. In addition, her husband hadn't communicated with her for over a month. At her age, she must have had urgent sexual needs. Her actions—locking the door, making the phone call, and letting me sit on the bed after I touched her nipples—clearly showed that she was willing to let me take advantage of her body. I gently pinched her left nipple with one hand while lightly kissing her right nipple, whispering, "Your breasts are beautiful. I love looking at them." She began to writhe noticeably, kicking her legs wildly against the sheets, and opened her eyes, staring intently into mine. I decided to undress her, kissing her lips and whispering, "You really make me love you. Please forgive me, let me have this one time!" Few men can remain unmoved by such a sight. I sat up on her thighs and reached to pull down her lace-trimmed black panties. But she suddenly grabbed her waistband with both hands, saying, "No, please don't!" Why let go of a woman who's already in my grasp? I knew this reaction was a way of showing she wasn't shameless or disrespectful. So I repeatedly said, "Forgive me! Just this once. I know you're a person of self-respect! I will definitely respect you!" While firmly prying her fingers apart, she quickly gave up resisting and closed her eyes again, letting me remove her panties. When I pulled her lace black panties down to her knees, I was ecstatic. I could feel my heart pounding. When I saw the most intimate parts of this other man's wife displayed before me, I felt a strong sense of possessive victory. I knew that this woman would be mine to enjoy tonight, and every secret of her body would be revealed to me without reservation, for my appreciation and my play. In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her underwear, and now her alluring body was fully exposed. She had a fairly standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, the pubic hair on her lower abdomen was thick, oily, and shiny, forming a distinct inverted triangle. Her soft abdomen had a little bit of fat, which made it even softer and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't large, but they were undeniably beautiful, the light brown nipples erect as if beckoning men to kiss them. Her fair buttocks, plump from childbirth, were irresistibly inviting to touch. Most striking was her mons pubis, high and rounded, resembling a well-tended, grassy mound in a wheat field. It instantly evoked a desire to touch, to part and explore, to experience it with my penis. I knelt on her right side again, this time kissing her nipples alternately. As she moaned, her legs naturally parted and her knees bent. I knew she was impatient, but to completely conquer her, I had to wait until she begged me before I gave in. So I lifted her right thigh, fully opening her vulva, and then used my right hand to massage her entire vulva. Her vulva was warm, soft, and full; her pubic hair rustled softly in my palm. Her labia majora, thickened and soft from the previous teasing, parted naturally, and the edges were wet with her vaginal fluid. I first gently massaged the soft areas on both sides of her vulva, then massaged the thickest part of her pubic hair in a circular motion, and then used four fingers to hook and press her vaginal opening from bottom to top. Then, seemingly unintentionally, I touched her clitoris. At this moment, her abdomen trembled violently and lifted slightly. When I touched the lower part of her vulva, I felt a large patch of sticky discharge. I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're leaking fluid!" Hearing my words, she opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "How could you be so naughty? Do you want me to beg you?" After saying that, she used her right hand to support my buttocks and pushed my body above hers. Then, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her eyelids, and whispered, "If you want to go in, hurry up! It's okay, I have an IUD on!" I knelt between her legs, placed my hands under her armpits, and lowered my head to kiss her nipples. I gently rubbed the upper part of her vulva near her clitoris with my already swollen glans. Her head tilted back, her chest thrusting high, wanting me to kiss her more intensely. I pretended that my glans was not in the right place at her vagina and deliberately poked it from side to side. She finally couldn't help but say, "You! You're so bad!" She then reached for her vulva, parted her labia majora, and used her left hand to pinch my glans and guide it towards the vaginal opening, while simultaneously thrusting her abdomen upwards. Seeing how impatient she was, I took advantage of the situation and gently thrust my lower body forward. I heard her gasp and her whole body moved. But I immediately stopped halfway into her vagina and lowered my head to lick her nipples again. She suddenly shifted her entire body downwards, completely engulfing my penis with her vagina. Then, she tightly gripped my buttocks with both hands to prevent me from moving, her eyes tightly closed, lips pressed together, nostrils flared, holding her breath, making grunting sounds in her throat. I clearly felt several tremors inside her vagina, and then began to thrust into her forcefully. She screamed loudly, gripping the sheets tightly, her head twisting from side to side on the pillow. As I thrust, I said, "Your vagina is so beautiful." Suddenly remembering something, I slowed down the speed and force of my thrusts, kissed her deeply again, and whispered in her ear, "Did you call me here with something planned?" She closed her eyes and said coquettishly..."Who said that? Absolutely not! You're taking advantage and then acting innocent, I'm ignoring you now!" I pretended to unconsciously stop thrusting, kissing her earlobe and neck, and asked again: "Has your husband not played with you for over a month? Tell me!" "Hmm...hey? Why are you asking this?" She opened her eyes and looked at me, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, her shyness was truly captivating. Seeing that she was in high spirits, I suddenly thrust hard and fast, saying: "Is there a chance? Tell me! Tell me!" The sudden, hard thrusting made her cunt erect, her vagina contracting in waves, her chest heaving rapidly, and she mumbled indistinctly: "Ah, brother! ...It's so wonderful! ...Ah, brother! I love you, I only love you! From now on, I'll only let you play with me, harder! Ah...oh, it's so wonderful, brother...I'll fuck you...hmm...oh...faster...oh." Seeing her ecstatic state, I felt an indescribable pleasure. Determined to exploit her current need, I pressed my legs together, straddling her thighs, and continued to vigorously stimulate her vagina, asking with a smile, "Is it really beautiful? Where is it most beautiful?" "Inside…it's beautiful inside…ah…it's so beautiful!" She straightened her legs, thrusting her mons pubis upwards, and used her hands to spread her labia majora, fully exposing her swollen and erect clitoris, allowing my pubic hair to directly rub against it. Seeing that the time was almost right, and wanting to prolong intercourse without her reaching orgasm too quickly, I stopped thrusting under the guise of kissing her nipples. I opened my mouth wide and took her left nipple into my mouth, then rubbed it with my tongue, finally pulling it upwards with my lips, stretching it long. She twisted her body, trying to get me to go in further, while looking down at her nipple, cupping her left breast with her left hand and bringing it to my mouth, saying: "Eat! Eat! You can eat my milk as much as you want!" As I suckled her nipple, I said: "Come to my house and let me eat, okay?" After a moment, she sighed deeply, relaxed her body, and looked into my eyes affectionately, saying: "You're amazing, you really make your woman feel so good! I love you so much!" As she spoke, she rubbed my buttocks up and down with both hands. The warmth emanating from her heart was transmitted through her hands to my entire body, giving me the greatest happiness I felt after truly and completely conquering a woman, especially since she was a woman who had given herself to me behind her husband's back. The satisfaction I felt far surpassed the pleasure of my wedding night with my wife. Perhaps this is the unique flavor of adultery. Based on my understanding of women, I assumed she had already passed her climax, so I decided to temporarily withdraw my penis and flirt with her a little longer. But just as I was about to pull out, she hugged me tightly and said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Didn't you already climax?" She said, "Who said that? I'm enjoying it!" She gazed into my eyes coquettishly. I reached down and wiped my hand on the inner thigh next to her vulva; it was soaking wet, and the fluid was flowing from her buttocks and anus onto the bed. I rubbed my wet finger on her nipple and said, "You said you weren't? Look, you've leaked so much fluid! It's all your fault!" She lightly poked my buttock with her right index finger and said, then hugged me tightly again, saying, "Please, dear brother! I really haven't passed yet!" As she spoke, she squeezed my penis tightly with her vagina. I knelt behind her raised, round, white buttocks, looking at her swollen vulva, like a freshly steamed bun with its labia majora turned up. First, I wiped away the vaginal fluid from her buttocks with a pillowcase. Then, with my left hand supporting her round, white buttocks, my right hand reached between her legs towards her lower abdomen, stroking her pubic hair-covered, high mons pubis for a while before suddenly inserting my index and middle fingers into her vagina. She cried out, "How can you be so indecent!" As I moved my fingers in and out, I said, "If a man isn't indecent, his physiology is abnormal! If a woman isn't indecent, humanity will perish!" She moaned, "Ah! Ah! Then be indecent! Rape me! Fuck me! Penetrate me!" In the bathroom, as the water cascaded down, we stood facing each other. She tenderly stroked my chest with both hands and asked, "Is the water hot?" I gently cupped her breasts in my hands and said, "Perfect! Perfect!" Then I placed my right hand on her vulva and gently rubbed it up and down, saying, "Let me wash you down there!" She shyly turned her eyes to the side and said, "Whatever!" I said again, "Then who will wash me down there?" She became even more shy and said, "You wash yourself!" She then bit her rosy lips with her pearly white teeth, boldly looking down at my still-erect penis, her expression full of joy and anticipation. I said, "Come on! Little sister, I want you to wash me!" I mimicked her tone and kissed her lips, while simultaneously supporting her hips with both hands. She first grasped my penis with her right hand, then gently supported my taut testicles from below with her left palm, rubbing my swollen, shiny glans with her right thumb, saying, "How come you're so big!" I hurriedly asked, "How much bigger is it than your husband's?" "About... this much!" she said shyly, gesturing the length of my glans with her hand. "So, do you think it's better if it's long or short?" I teased her again. "Of course, a little longer is better! You know that, right?" After washing me, she dried me off and was about to hang the towel on the wall hook when I suddenly pulled her into my arms around the waist. She giggled and said, "What are you doing! Don't do this!" I kissed her cheek and said, "Carrying the bride to the bridal chamber!" She dropped the towel, wrapped her arms around my neck, and looked at me without saying a word, her eyes filled with tenderness and a heart-warming beauty. I stopped at the bedside, gazing at her with deep emotion. She looked at me with rapt attention, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Brother… to be honest, my wedding night… can't compare to today! The pleasure you bring me… is something I've never felt before in my life!" I pressed my cheek against hers and said, "Then I'll give it my all today, to let you experience true marital bliss! I want you to know what a woman's pleasure is! Okay?" She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, burying her face in it, and said, "Then… be naughty!" With the rhythm of my squeezing her clitoris, she began to moan again, "Ah, ah!" She had given up kissing and sucking my penis, gripping it tightly with her hands, her buttocks twisting against my face. At this moment, her vaginal fluid began to flow into my mouth; I tasted a slightly salty flavor, but no other unusual odor, and swallowed it down in gushes. After sucking on her clitoris for about two or three minutes, she finally couldn't take it anymore. Her vagina contracted and gushed out vaginal fluid. She turned around and said anxiously yet tenderly, "Good brother, I give up! I lose, I'm really aroused! I really can't take it anymore! Please spare me!" "How can I not take it anymore?" I asked indistinctly, still sucking on her clitoris. "It's...it's so itchy inside!" she said, shaking her round, large buttocks. "Then what should I do?" I said. She said, "Let your thing in!" "Ah...ah!" She was still writhing. I said, "Which one?" She moaned, "It's...my penis!" I crawled out from between her legs, leaned against the headboard, and pointed to my erect penis, saying, "Come on, good sister! I'll let you enjoy yourself!" She stood on the bed facing me, spread her legs between my hips, used her hands to spread her labia majora, looked down, and squatted down, aligning her vaginal opening with the glans. When my penis was fully inside her vagina, she looked up at me, a little embarrassed, and grinned foolishly, saying, "What are you looking at! You pervert!" She stopped moving, placed her hands on my stomach, lowered her head, and breathed heavily, her buttocks slamming heavily onto my thighs. I felt her vagina contracting and throbbing rapidly, knowing she had indeed reached orgasm. I threw away my cigarette, sat up, and hugged her tightly, alternating between stroking her buttocks with both hands, while gently kissing her shoulder, saying, "My dear sister, I love you! I love you!" At this moment, she rested her head on my left shoulder, her face turned away, her whole body limp, breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling against my chest with each breath, a warm stream of vaginal fluid flowing onto my testicles. I held her, gently stroking her smooth back, jokingly saying, "You're such a little slut! You whore! And you call me a pervert!" She gasped, her hands wrapped weakly around my waist, saying, "You...you are a pervert!" I gently patted her back and said, "So, do you like me being a rogue?" She pouted and said, "Like...no! I'm going to sue you!" "Sue me for what?" I asked, kissing her neck. She smiled and said..."I'll accuse you of raping me! Then I'll pay you back next time, okay?" I joked with her. ...She didn't say anything. "Where will we do it next time?" I pressed on. "You find a place!" she said softly, stopping her movements. I turned to the side, laid her legs flat, pressed my right leg against hers, my right knee against her vulva, and gently pinched her left breast with my right hand. Our eyes met, and her eyes now held an alluring charm and longing. She stared at me intently, silent, but her gaze seemed to hold countless unspoken words. "I think we should rent a room next time, and we can have another good time together, okay?" I said, gently kissing her cheek. "Mmm!" she said through her nose as she leaned in to kiss me. A deep, unforgettable kiss ended that night of illicit lovemaking that I will never forget. From then on, she became my happiest and most joyful sexual partner. We met many more times afterward, experiencing the most wondrous and wonderful pleasures of illicit love. Our relationship continues; just two hours before writing this, we made love again. She told me that after each tryst with me, she had no interest in sex with her husband. To prevent him from getting aroused, she would either feign illness, deliberately pick a fight with him, or say something that would infuriate him. She said that this would often cause his penis to quickly become soft and atrophy, making him unable to get aroused again. In short, she truly reserved her sexual energy only for me. This is something I can truly feel from the blissful and intense sexual experiences we have together. This is the enjoyment that comes from completely captivating another man's woman, both physically and emotionally. Friends, go for it! Go forth and conquer the women of China! Experience the immense joy that comes with infidelity.

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