My Extramarital Affair with Her - Part Two

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My Extramarital Affair with Her,

Part Two:

The next morning, I went to her place and brought her breakfast. She looked very tired, probably because she

hadn't . Then I took her directly to her company's bus. I then went on a business trip to Shanghai that same day.

In the following days, she wrote to me from time to time and sometimes called me. Because I was always very busy

and often very focused on my work, my conversations with her were usually very short.

One day, more than a month later, it was a very unlucky day. I had just flown back to the company in Ningbo from Shanghai, and

there were several accidents on the way that almost prevented me from getting back. I was in a bad mood. When I arrived at the company, the foreigner was very dissatisfied with the

product , and I was severely scolded by him. This was the most severe scolding I had ever received to this day

(and no other employee in the company had ever experienced such a high level of scolding and treatment). I was very

disappointed and frustrated.

I was in a very bad mood. Because I care a lot about my current job, and I know that I may

not be , and I am very likely to be fired. I returned to my desk with a very sad feeling.

Then I saw a letter she had written to me on my desk. Because of the lingering smell of gunpowder from the foreigners around,

I went to the bathroom to read it. After reading it, I was utterly devastated. It was her letter of farewell. She said

her parents disapproved of our relationship, her ex-boyfriend wanted to move to Ningbo and reconcile with her,

she disliked my smoking, and my workplace was too far from her home…

I felt like banging my head against a wall and ending it all. Her words had deeply hurt me. I

felt like she had played me, that her parents and she looked down on me because I truly had

nothing—no money, no good family background, no house, and no high income.

And I had been foolishly imagining our future happiness and a bright future. I felt

utterly ashamed and could

n't .

I didn't sleep a wink that night, thinking about many things. As morning approached, I made up my mind and

wrote back an even more resolute letter.

Then I went back to work. Surprisingly, the boss didn't scold me for what happened yesterday. He even comforted me, saying he

was and his tone was harsh. He apologized (later, other colleagues thought the foreigner's

attitude towards me was very unusual). He told me to go back to Shanghai immediately and have the factory redo the accurate sample. I didn't think too much about it

and immediately rushed to catch the earliest flight to Shanghai.

In fact, I also had the idea of temporarily escaping Ningbo, not wanting to think about her or have anything to do with her anymore. I

needed to work hard and become a stronger person.

More than a month later, I received her last letter. She said she wrote that letter of severance to

test whether I truly loved her.

But she thought the result was that I didn't love her or care about her (even 10 years later, I think

few men could withstand such a cruel test), so she said she would reconcile with her ex-boyfriend.

I felt incredibly humiliated. I resolved never to have any contact with her again. I really hated her, so

I didn't reply (I didn't think it was worth it) and threw myself into my work.

Some people say, what's yours is yours, as long as you put your heart and effort into it. A year later, still quite young, I bought my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in downtown

Ningbo . Having largely overcome my past struggles,

I began dating another girl (who is now my wife), giving all my love and affection to

her.

Many years later, urged by my wife's parents, we married and had a very cute

and lively son. Throughout these years of hard work, even before marriage, my wife and her family

selflessly encouraged, helped, and accompanied me through every difficulty. Now, I

have successfully built my own business, though not yet fully successful, and my export volume isn't particularly

large. But at just under 30 years old, I'm content with an annual revenue exceeding ten million RMB

, and it continues to grow rapidly. My personal income far surpasses that of ordinary wage earners and

white-collar workers. My success today is inseparable from my wife's silent support and understanding;

half the credit belongs to her.

I'm married, have a beautiful wife whom I deeply love, and a lovely one-year-old son. I also

had a thriving business of my own. I had almost everything I needed. I lived a very fulfilling and confident life.

But after all these years, I still think about my first love from time to time (actually, it was

more of a long-term, platonic relationship where we just held hands).

I heard from other people in the industry that you could find many old classmates online through Chinese alumni directories. So I tried

searching online for information about some of my old classmates and trying to get in touch with them, while also wanting to know about her

(maybe purely out of curiosity).

I wanted to know if she was doing well, and more importantly, I wanted to ask a question and a doubt that had been lingering in my mind for 10 years (

whether she really loved me, whether she really broke up with me because she looked down on me, or whether there were other reasons—

actually, my mature thinking at this point suggested there must be other reasons, because there were many suspicious points in what happened back then,

and I knew she wasn't the kind of person who was materialistic or greedy).

I found her university alumni directory, which included her home address, phone number, workplace, and

mobile phone number. I discovered that she was married, but I didn't know if she was a mother. I thought, since we're all

married now, it shouldn't be a problem for us old classmates to get in touch.

I sent her a text message that read, "Hi, old classmate, it's been so many years! How are you doing?"

I didn't include my name. She called immediately after receiving it, wanting to know which old classmate it was. Hearing my

voice, she sounded conflicted and shocked. Then we chatted about our lives. She

's now a key manager at a foreign company's China office, and her husband works in the same company.

They don't plan to have children yet, as she's very busy with work. But her income is good (around 150,000 RMB annually), so she

doesn't want to give up her job to have children so soon. After learning about my situation, she said I was finally close to achieving the ideals and goals I'd always pursued since my student

days .

We exchanged contact information (MSN, QQ, TradeManager, etc.), said we'd contact each other when we had time, and then we

hung up. I continued with my work, treating the matter as a thing of the past.

I thought she wouldn't contact me again after that call, because our breakup was because of her; she was the one

who initiated it, and her breakup letter was incredibly harsh. A week later, she called me, saying she

had business to discuss at a factory in Ningbo and asked if I was free to treat her, her old classmate, to dinner. I was

surprised .

But thinking it was just treating a friend to dinner, I agreed. That evening, she arrived right on time, driven by the wife of the boss of

another factory. After finishing some remaining work at the company, I took them to

a nice hotel near the office.

Because there were other people present, we didn't talk much, only about trivial matters

. I chatted more and more professionally with the boss's wife, making her feel like a third wheel. After dinner, I took them

home directly.

Another two weeks passed, and she called me, saying she wasn't satisfied with our last meal and wanted me to treat her to dinner again. I

agreed , saying she wouldn't bring a third wheel this time, and that I couldn't either. I was vaguely worried

that something might go wrong that day—a man and a woman alone together, especially since we used to be lovers. I was very conflicted about whether to go or

not. I tried to make excuses, saying I might not have time that day. She seemed quite angry, but in the end, I

still agreed.

But I was still in a dilemma. Over the years, although I've had various interactions with many outstanding women,

and some women have even made advances towards me, I've always skillfully rejected them and never had any intimate contact with them.

I've always been very loyal to my wife. But this time, because of her, I really didn't know how to handle it.

It was a Saturday evening, and I met her for dinner at an upscale coffee shop on Zhongshan Road in Ningbo. I

found a private room. At first, she sat across from me, and we chatted for two hours about very boring

things . I went to the restroom halfway through, and when I came back, I sat next to her. She looked at me silently, her eyes

filled with tenderness.

She asked why I contacted her after so many years. I said it was to find out why she

broke up , and also to know how she was doing. She said she broke up with me to avoid hurting me because she

had already had a relationship with someone else in college and felt she was no longer pure, unworthy of me, and afraid I would look down on her.

I told her she was silly; if she loved me, she wouldn't have looked down on me (this was the truth, because I've always been

indifferent to virginity; I value her feelings and love more).

She was very moved and also regretful and remorseful. Because she told me she didn't really love her husband, but still loved me.

Her husband was just a substitute for me.

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say, because we were both married and had families. We later joked

that we had only held hands back then. I said she should give me a kiss in return. She nodded. I was impulsive. I hugged her

tightly, kissing her lips, her face, her ears, her… She was excited. She held me tightly,

moaning, “No, no, I love you, I love you so much, I really love you so much, no, no.”

She tried to push me away, but the hug only tightened. Perhaps it was because I was too used to the actions with my wife

, while she was the woman I had longed for and loved for many years. My hands began

to wander under her clothes, trying to touch her breasts. She resisted several times, pulling my hands away (I later learned that she

was insecure about her breasts and afraid I would make fun of her).

I had no choice but to touch her smooth, white belly. From there, I gently tried to pull down

the zipper of her jeans. She didn't push me away, nor did she refuse; she continued to kiss me passionately. I pulled down

her zipper, my trembling hand slipping inside her panties. I first caressed her pubic hair, and

she trembled slightly. Then I slid my fingers into her most private area, which was already very wet, her panties

soaked through. I gently stroked everything there, including her most sensitive spot.

She moaned softly, saying, "So good... I love you... So good... I want you... I want

... Let's go to a hotel..." At the same time, she slipped one hand into my pants, vigorously stroking my

already swollen, thick, and long penis. After we lingered like this for a long time, I said, "I'll go pay the bill and take you

back to the hotel. "

We went into the hotel room, she turned off all the lights, and then went to the bathroom to wash up. I leaned against the window and

turned on the TV. After she came out, she took off all her outer clothes, leaving only her last layer, and got into bed. She leaned on my shoulder

and watched TV, hugging and kissing me as she watched, helping me undress. Then

she turned off the TV. We both took off all our clothes and embraced each other naked. I kissed

her entire body. She kept moaning. We hugged and kissed passionately.

But because of the remaining rationality and pressure in my heart, my penis unexpectedly wouldn't get hard

(I felt a little disappointed and a little happy at that moment.

Disappointed that I couldn't have the woman I had, happy that I could be fair to my wife without having sex with her).

I said let's just leave it at that, I'm under too much pressure because I've never

had sex with anyone other than my wife before. I said I should go back. I then got dressed. She was very upset and hid under the covers

, sobbing . I felt bad, so I sat down next to her, comforting her while turning on the TV.

After a while, she leaned against me and said let's just pretend that tonight was just a one-night stand, and tell me not to

feel pressured anymore.

She started touching my body, teasing all my sensitive spots, and kissing my body with her tongue. My penis

slowly hardened, and she seized the opportunity to sit on my lap, grabbing it and inserting it into her vagina. Her

vagina was very tight, enveloping my penis firmly.

It felt full but very comfortable. She sat on me, vigorously twisting her petite and alluring body, swaying up and down,

back and forth softly humming, "I finally have you. I want you, I want your penis,

I want your body, I want to make love with you. It feels so good, so hard, so thick, so deep, so amazing." I lay there,

watching her. She exuded the unique allure of a mature woman. I reached up and touched her breasts;

they weren't large, but quite firm. I also touched her entire body. We continued to try different positions.

She said she felt so good. About 30 minutes later, I made my final thrust,

ejaculating deep inside her without any protection. She lay down, exhausted. I leaned against her back, holding her, my

left hand caressing her breasts as we fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy sleep, I noticed her touching my genitals. I asked her, "

Do you want more?" She said she wanted more. I said, "Let me tease you for a while first." She started kissing my upper body

while touching my penis. After a while, my penis became aroused again, and she impulsively turned and

pressed herself against me. I inserted my penis into her vagina; it was so wet inside, I could feel

a lot of fluid flowing down my thighs.

I was very excited. We engaged in our instinctive movements, changing the methods. Her moans

were heavy, her language lewd and obscene, but I really enjoyed the wanton way women acted during sex, which fueled my

desire even more.

After a long while, I ejaculated, still without any protection, directly inside her. She said it

was incredibly pleasurable, something she'd never experienced before. She said she and her husband had never had such wonderful sex; he

usually only lasted five minutes. She said that after being a woman for so many years, she only now understood what love and

orgasm truly meant.

We chatted for a while about our experiences, and then, towards morning, we did it again

. She fell asleep sweetly.

For the next week, she frequently talked to me online and on the phone about her feelings, experiences, and

methods . She said she was now completely infatuated with my body and my penis, and wanted to have sex with me every day. Because of work,

she said even chatting about sex on the phone or online was a pleasure. She said that after each conversation, her genitals felt

very uncomfortable, sometimes her underwear was completely soaked. She said she wanted to see me again as soon as possible, asking me to give her a

whole day so I could be well-rested and have sex with her as many times as possible. She also wanted to take a bath together, and I said

I wanted to kiss her clitoris and she wanted to kiss my penis, which she agreed to.

A week passed. She arrived in Ningbo very early, and at 9 a.m., she booked a room at another hotel to meet me.

We helped each other take off all our clothes and took a bath together. While bathing, we massaged and touched each other's bodies.

She gently washed my penis with both hands, rubbing it up and down, which felt very good, and my penis became very hard and long.

I also washed her genitals with my hands and inserted two fingers inside. She said she felt very good and really wanted

me to penetrate her right away. After bathing, she asked me to carry her to the bed. We kissed each other's entire bodies. My tongue traveled from her

forehead to her nose, to her lips, to around her ears, to her neck, and then kissed her breasts,

gently biting and sucking her nipples with my teeth, while touching her other nipple with one hand and inserting the other hand into

her genitals to tease the most sensitive spot a woman can have.

Then I kissed her stomach, her inner thighs, and then I started kissing the pubic hairline around her vulva,

then the vulva itself, kissing everything inside her vulva. I slipped my tongue inside, and her body trembled,

twisting and turning, opening her thighs wider and wider, allowing my tongue to explore deeper and more thoroughly within her vulva. I

was passionately enjoying the resources inside, very excited and satisfied. She cooperated

harmoniously , moaning wantonly. She, who was usually very shy, was now incredibly wanton and lewd,

like a desperately thirsty harlot. But any man would love to see a woman like that during sex.

After a while, she also started kissing different parts of my body, kissing my penis. She said my penis was so beautiful and

cute, she loved it to death, she said it felt so good and exciting in her mouth, she said she had never experienced

such a good feeling and taste before. We took out a digital camera and took pictures of our lovemaking moments (I later deleted all of this very

sensual content).

That day, until 5 pm, we made love four times. She was very satisfied. She said she wanted to

enjoy this with me one day a week from now on. I was speechless. Because doing it four times a day was very physically demanding, I was really tired.

Some people say that once a woman's sexual interest is awakened, her desire will be very strong, and she will no longer

be shy in front of you. I finally understand what that means.

It was a Saturday night, and I met her and had dinner at an upscale coffee shop on Zhongshan Road in Ningbo. I

found a private room. At first, she sat across from me, and we talked for two hours about very boring

things . In the middle, I went to the restroom, and when I came back, I sat next to her. She looked at me silently, her eyes

full of tenderness. She asked me why I contacted her after so many years. I said it was to find out why she

broke up with me back then, and also to know if she was doing well now.

She said she broke up with me back then to avoid hurting me, because she had already had

a relationship , and felt that she was no longer pure and not good enough for me, afraid that I would look down on her. I said she was silly, and if I loved her

, I wouldn't have looked down on her (this was the truth, because I have always been indifferent to whether someone is a virgin or not; I value her

feelings ).

She was deeply moved and filled with regret and self-reproach. She told me she didn't truly love her husband, but still loved me.

Her husband was just a substitute for me. I was shocked and speechless, as we were both

married and had established our own families . We later joked about how we'd only ever held hands.

I told her she should give me a kiss in return. She nodded. I was impulsive; I hugged her tightly, kissing her lips,

her face, her ears, her… She was excited, holding me tightly, moaning, "

No , no, I love you, I love you so much, I really love you so much, no, no." She tried to push me away,

but the embrace only tightened.

Perhaps it was because I was too used to the actions with my wife, while she was the woman I

had longed for and , my hands began to wander under her clothes, trying to touch her breasts. She

resisted several times, pulling my hands away (I later learned she was insecure about her breasts and

afraid I would tease her).

I had no choice but to touch her smooth, white belly. From there, I gently probed and pulled down

the zipper of her jeans. She didn't push me away, nor did she refuse; instead, she kissed me passionately. I smoothly unzipped

her entire zipper, my trembling hand slipping deep into her panties. I first caressed her pubic hair...

Her body trembled slightly. I then slid my fingers into her most private area, which was already very wet, her panties

soaked through. I gently caressed everything there, including her most sensitive spot.

She moaned softly, saying, "So good... I love you... So good... I want you... I want

... Let's go to a hotel..." At the same time, she slipped one hand into my crotch, vigorously stroking my

already swollen, thick, and long penis. After we lingered like this for a long time, I said, "I'll go pay the bill and take you

back to the hotel. "

We went into the hotel room. She turned off all the lights and went to the bathroom to wash up. I leaned against the window and

turned on the TV. After she came out, she took off all her outer clothes, leaving only her last layer, and got into bed. She leaned on my shoulder

and watched TV, hugging and kissing me as she watched, helping me undress. Then she turned off the TV. We both took off

all our clothes and embraced each other naked. I kissed her entire body. She kept moaning. We

embraced and kissed passionately.

But because of the remaining rationality and pressure in my mind, my penis unexpectedly wouldn't get hard

(I felt a mix of disappointment and joy.

Disappointment at not being able to sleep with the woman I had, and joy at being able to be fair to my wife without having sex with her).

I said let's just leave it at that; I was under too much pressure because I had never

had sex with anyone other than my wife before. I said I should go back. I then got dressed. She was very upset, hiding under the covers

and sobbing . I felt bad, so I sat next to her, comforting her while turning on the TV. After a while, she

leaned against me and said, "Let's just pretend tonight was just a one-night stand, and tell me not to feel pressured anymore."

She started touching my body, teasing all my sensitive spots, and kissing my body with her tongue. My penis

slowly became erect, and she took the opportunity to sit on my lap, grabbing my penis and inserting it into her vagina. Her

vagina was very tight, enveloping my penis tightly.

It felt swollen but very comfortable.

She sat on me, writhing her petite, alluring body, swaying up and down, back and forth, and

humming softly, "I finally have you. I want you, I want your penis, I want your body, I want

to make love with you. It feels so good, so hard, so thick, so deep, so amazing." I lay there, watching her. She exuded

the unique allure of a mature woman. I reached up and touched her breasts; they weren't large, but they were quite

firm . I also touched her entire body. We continued to try different positions.

She said she felt so good.

After about 30 minutes, I made my final thrust, ejaculating

deep inside her without any protection. She lay down, exhausted. I leaned against her back, holding her, my left hand caressing her

breasts as we fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy sleep, I noticed her touching my genitals. I asked her, "

Do you want more?" She said she wanted more. I suggested she tease me for a while first. She started kissing my upper body

while touching my penis. After a while, my penis became aroused again, and she impulsively turned around and

pressed herself against me. I inserted my penis into her vagina; it was incredibly wet inside, and I could feel

a considerable amount of fluid flowing down my thighs.

I was very excited. We engaged in our instinctive movements, varying our methods. Her moans

were heavy, her language erotic and wanton, but I really enjoyed the wanton way women acted during sex, which fueled my

desire.

After a long time, I ejaculated, without any protection, directly inside her. She said it

was incredibly pleasurable, something she had never experienced before. She said she and her husband had never had such wonderful sex; her

husband usually only lasted five minutes. She said that after being a woman for so many years, she only now understood what love and

orgasm truly meant.

We then chatted about our experiences with sex for a while, and later, as morning approached, we did it again, and

she fell asleep peacefully.

Over the next week, she frequently chatted with me online and on the phone about her feelings, experiences, and

methods . She said she was now very obsessed with my body and my penis, and wanted to have sex with me every day. Because she had to work,

she said even chatting about sex on the phone or online was a pleasure. She said that after each chat, her genitals felt

very uncomfortable, and sometimes her underwear was completely soaked.

She said she wanted to see me again as soon as possible, and asked me to give her a whole day so I could be well-rested and have sex with her as many times

as possible .

She also wanted to take a bath together, and I said I wanted to kiss her clitoris and she wanted to kiss my penis, which she

agreed .

A week later, she arrived in Ningbo very early, and at 9 a.m., she booked a room at another hotel and arranged to meet me.

We helped each other take off all our clothes and took a bath together. While bathing, we massaged and touched each other's bodies.

She gently washed my penis with both hands and rubbed it up and down, which felt very good, and my penis became very hard and long.

I also washed her clitoris with my hands and put two fingers inside. She said she felt very good and really wanted me to penetrate her immediately

. After we finished washing, she asked me to carry her to the bed. We kissed each other all over. My tongue traveled from her

forehead to her nose, to her lips, to around her ears, to her neck, and then I kissed her breasts,

gently biting and sucking her nipples with my teeth, while one hand touched the other nipple, and the other hand slipped inside

her clitoris to tease her most sensitive spot.

Then I kissed her stomach, her inner thighs, and then I started kissing the pubic hair around her clitoris,

then the clitoris itself, kissing everything inside. I slipped my tongue inside, and her body trembled,

twisting and turning, spreading her legs wider and wider, allowing my tongue to explore deeper and more thoroughly inside her clitoris. I

was passionately enjoying the resources inside, very excited and satisfied. With every thrust and every movement, she cooperated

harmoniously , moaning wantonly. She, who was usually very shy, was now very wanton and lewd,

like a very thirsty harlot, but any man likes a woman to be like this during sex.

After a while, she started kissing different parts of my body, including my penis. She said my penis was so beautiful and cute

, and she loved it to death. She said it felt so good and exciting to have it in her mouth, and that she had never experienced anything like it before.

The feeling and sensation were so wonderful. We took out our digital camera and captured our lovemaking moments (I later deleted all of this rather

sensual content).

That day, until 5 PM, we made love four times. She was extremely satisfied. She said she wanted to

enjoy this with me one day a week from now on. I was speechless. Because making love four times a day was very physically demanding, I was genuinely exhausted.

Some people say that once a woman's sexual desire is awakened, her lust will be incredibly strong, and she will no longer

be shy in front of you. I finally understand what that means.

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