【Conquering a Newlywed Woman (Personal Memoir)】(1)

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I originally intended to write this as a novel, but after some idle reminiscing, I realized that

recording it in a very simple, diary-like style wouldn't be bad either.

I was a business manager at an advertising company, back then I was still at the deputy level. A deputy level meant you did

everything , received the least in rewards, had to know how to flatter your boss, and also had the real ability to handle

all sorts of trivial matters. The company was quite large, with many departments, which, in my opinion, meant more idle people.

However part of the company was affiliated with the state, so it could be considered semi-state-owned. At that time, enterprise

reform was just beginning, and our company was one of the pioneers. But I digress. Since the reform began, employees' attire

became more formal, and it was no longer a time when you could wear whatever you wanted. But I was happy about it,

after all it was quite pleasing to the eye to see beautiful women in pure office attire.

And that's when she came into my view. Looking back on our relationship, it feels like

fate wanted me to have this one. Let me give you a brief introduction: she was 29 at the time, considered a "leftover woman,

" not because of her looks, but because of her well-off family background, which delayed her marriage.

When she first joined the company, she had just gotten married; her husband was two years younger than her, the kind of man who loved to play around. I have to thank her playful husband for

getting me .

I used to browse adult websites. Back then, besides reading erotic novels, I also liked looking at street photography and candid shots.

I didn't like truly nude photos; I felt they weren't real. I felt that looking at those kinds of pictures was less appealing than watching adult videos.

That Valentine's Day, my wife got angry because I hadn't prepared a gift. I had already been scolded at work, so we

started arguing. In the end, she locked me in the bedroom and wouldn't let me go to sleep. I could only put on my clothes and look at pictures in the study to

vent my frustration. Back then, I liked to open several adult forums at once and look at the latest street photos. And that night, I

saw her photos appear online. I have to thank my wife for that argument, otherwise I might

have missed out.

It's a pity her photos aren't on the current forum, otherwise I could share them with everyone.

The post was titled "My Mature Wife's Stocking Passion," I forget if that's the exact title, it's been so

long . Back then, I had a kind of obsession with stockings, practically a stocking fetish. Unfortunately, my wife is the

petite type. Although she's prettier than my wife, she's more voluptuous and has longer legs.

Her face in the photo was covered by a rectangular white strip. I wouldn't normally notice

the rest of , but rather the dress she was wearing caught my attention. Why not her clothes? Haha,

her upper body was completely bare, only her arms partially covering her nipples, leaving most of her breasts exposed.

I noticed the dress because it was a new office lady suit that our company had just issued, but the brown dress had flower-shaped

buttons . I laughed at the person who issued the suits for their poor taste,

pairing such a formal outfit with such mismatched buttons (the button design was removed when the company issued the second suit).

Seeing that dress, I was stunned and instantly excited. To see

someone so close to me on an adult website, especially someone from the same company, gave me a feeling that I could get her. So I

downloaded all the photos and started studying the background and other details. First, the word "

wife " meant she was married, which was too broad a scope. After looking at many photos, I suddenly realized

that although the room in the background was nicely decorated, upon closer inspection, it was almost identical to the layout of my apartment. I

almost shouted out loud, which meant she lived in my apartment complex. The complex had 10 buildings and was originally

built as company dormitories. More than 500 people from the company lived in this complex. After eliminating other possibilities such as

age , I estimated that there weren't many candidates left. In particular,

a small black mole between her neck and collarbone in a close-up photo became the most important clue for me to identify my target.

In the following days, I frequented places like the company cafeteria like a wolf,

stealing the open necklines of female employees, hoping to catch a glimpse of that alluring little black mole under the revealing light.

Unfortunately, February was still quite cold, and although the female employees wore suits on the outside, they were all bundled up tightly underneath, either in high-necked

tops or tight wool sweaters. Every day's disappointment was unbearable, and coupled with the cold war with my wife, it was almost killing me

. I felt that I couldn't wait any longer, so I found an excuse at the company to get the entire staff list and

began the tedious and complicated work. I even took these things home to study them carefully. Seeing

how busy the initiative to talk to me and stopped being cold and sarcastic. The slight guilt I felt was quickly

dispelled by my extreme desire for this woman.

After eliminating names on the list, there were still a dozen or so people who looked very similar. The key issue was that the white strips covering their faces in the photos

were too large , making it impossible to see any facial features. At that time, I hadn't noticed her yet. Then,

a turning point came. The company organized a trip to a city in the south, with people going in batches. As a low-level executive, but still

considered was in the first batch. How I had fun isn't the point, so I won't go into details.

The night we returned from the trip, her photos appeared on the forum. The background was the hotel our company had booked. I was so excited,

not just because I saw her wearing open-crotch stockings in the new photos, but because among the first batch of people who went out,

only two met the criteria I had set earlier. One woman was very thin, while she was the only one who was voluptuous. That

night I made love to my wife three times in a row. My limp penis would

suddenly swell up again whenever I thought about having the chance to sleep with this young woman. My wife almost fainted from my penetration, and for several days afterward, she was very affectionate towards me.

After identifying my target, I started planning. This is related to my work style; I like to make a

plan before executing it. First, I'm grateful to the mobile company for the free phone plan with top-up credit. To avoid leaving personal information,

I went directly to a roadside phone shop, topped up my phone, and registered the SIM card with a number the owner randomly picked from a thick

notebook . Then, I transferred photos from my computer to the phone, ready to begin my grand

plan. During this time, I also thoroughly investigated her family situation. She was basically just coasting along at the company

, and her husband was the son of a private business owner—clearly unreliable. Of course, I

wasn't exactly a saint myself. I also frantically collected a lot of online novels about humiliation and subjugation; these novels were crucial to my plan.

The plan wasn't very useful; my focus was on the characters' dialogue. I figured I'd definitely

need that content later. Looking back, I was so naive. I wouldn't dare say such vulgar things when making love with my wife

because she has a strong personality. If I said anything inappropriate, she wouldn't get excited; she'd just think I

was a pervert (but now it's better; I've developed her so much that she doesn't feel anything if she doesn't say anything).

That day, the company executives were having a meeting. She was a junior manager in her department, obviously not

comparable to my business department manager, whose department was much more important. The meeting room was surrounded by a large oval table. I

sat diagonally opposite her, and I had brought my new phone with both sound and vibration turned off, ready to execute the plan.

Many of you might be wondering why I chose to do something so despicable during a meeting.

Let me explain. First, our offices are at opposite ends of the company, so I couldn't possibly see her

directly . I desperately wanted to see her panicked state. Second, these kinds of meetings are unavoidable.

Most importantly, I was free. I could just write down the follow-up plans and give them to the manager to present at the meeting;

I wasn't qualified to speak.

After the meeting started, I took out my notebook, put my phone in it, and sent it with the most revealing photo

, along with the message: "I know who you are." I quickly saw her secretly take out her phone and look at it.

Her expression at that moment was priceless. I finally understood how vivid the phrase "pale-faced" was. Not

just her face, but her lips even turned blue. She quickly replied: "Are you crazy? Sending me this kind of thing?

I'm calling the police." I then sent another photo with the message: "You live in xxxx neighborhood. Do you believe I'll print

these photos and stick them directly on your door, or at your parents' house? Don't deny it, or

I'll go get them printed right now."

She became visibly restless. I guessed she was thinking of calling her husband to complain, but I

couldn't let her do that. So I continued my barrage: "Don't tell your husband, or I'll just scatter these

photos all over your neighborhood and disappear completely. Actually, I sent you this because I've fallen for you."

After the threat, it was time to appease her. I copied long passages from romance novels

into my notebook, which came in handy. I also occasionally interspersed my sweet talk with a few lewd remarks: "Your breasts are

so perfect ," "How did you grow your legs? They're so long, I bet they feel so smooth," "I can't see

your pussy, but I bet it's still pink." She hardly replied, but every time I sent a message,

she eagerly opened it. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her face slowly turn from pale to rosy. I knew

I was halfway there. Finally, I decided to end our first conversation: "I like you so much. I won't

send these photos around, you don't have to worry. But I don't want your husband to know, and I bet you don't want

him know either." She finally replied: "As long as you don't spread it around, I won't call the police." I sneered inwardly, "

Stubborn woman."

In the days that followed, I suppressed my desire and constantly teased her with language from erotic novels. She almost

never replied, and even when she did, it was just something trivial like, "Don't go too far," or "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll call the police."

I would often find excuses to go to her department to peek at her reactions.

Every time I saw her pretty face flushed, and I could almost imagine her pussy was soaking wet. Sometimes, I got

annoyed by her "call the police" rhetoric, so I directly told her to post a nude photo so I could masturbate. I said it

very explicitly; I was sitting in one of her department's workstations checking reports at the time, and I could see her

drop her phone in shock after receiving the message. So I kept urging her to post the photo, and finally she replied that her husband had posted it,

and she couldn't post it because she hadn't registered; she had to wait for her husband to take a picture before she could post a new one.

I don't know how she communicated with her husband, but a few days later I saw a new post. Sure enough, she was

completely naked , but she was lying face down on the bed with her legs tightly closed, so you couldn't see anything. I was both

angry and amused that she was being so dismissive. But I couldn't push my luck, so I kept sending her messages praising her:

"Your ass is so perky, I came several times!" "I saw a few hairs peeking out, so

sexy , I really want to fuck your pussy with my big cock." She didn't reply, but

she must have finally given in to my lewd messages, replying: "Stop sending them, I did, stop bothering me." I laughed out loud,

thinking she hadn't realized her defenses had weakened. Some guys might say, "How

did you manage to get this innocent girl so quickly?" That's just my description; the timeline is already April.

According to the plan, I felt it was time to move to the second stage, so I sent her my QQ number and had her add

me . It took her about a week. I didn't use much force, because if I

did, I was afraid she'd blurt things out in her haste, and then I wouldn't get anything out of her. After adding her on QQ, I

changed my lewd ways from text messages and started talking about everyday things and chatting. During that period, I always

kept a few copies of "Zhiyin" magazine with me on QQ, just in case we ran out of things to talk about. She seemed to have forgotten that I was a

scoundrel who coveted her body. During our chats, I would occasionally bring up sex-related topics, which she would usually ignore

or remain silent about. I would then immediately change the subject. Hehe, but women are women after all. I changed

my approach , using dirty jokes to start things off, and it worked much better. That day, in her department, during lunch break, she

was chatting with another woman when the other woman suddenly laughed and said, "Your joke was disgusting! How did you come up with that

?" She blushed and laughed, saying her husband had told it to her. The two women then burst into laughter.

I coughed lightly, feigning composure, and they immediately ran out.

After several weeks of heart-to-heart talks, I started to take things a step further, telling her I had fallen in love with her and wanted to come to her

city. She was terrified and kept trying to dissuade me, saying many things about how we weren't a good match. I

was laughing so hard my stomach hurt behind the computer. Foolish woman! So I asked for a video call to ease my "heartache

." To my surprise, she agreed quickly. However, when I saw the video, I still cursed. She was

wearing a mask—or rather, a large blindfold. Although I was unhappy, I still

pretended to be happy. Of course, I didn't turn on the video myself; I just used the excuse of "going to buy a webcam tomorrow" to stall.

Yan, after asking a few times, gave up. Although we were video chatting, she refused to use voice chat and continued

to communicate with me via text. As the weather got warmer, I would often ask her to wear sexy stockings for me to see, and I would also order some

special stockings online and send them to her. She accepted them all, except for calling me a pervert a few times. I was fortunate enough to often enjoy

the alluring sight of these sexy stockings on my beautiful wife. Sometimes I would ask her, "Doesn't your husband know about

these stockings?" She replied that her husband liked trendy things and said she bought them herself. The first

time I called her that on QQ, I said, "You're a slut." After saying that, I was worried, but in the video chat, she remained silent

.

As we communicated more, I was no longer satisfied with just chatting. So one time, I suddenly sent

her an erotic novel from a woman's perspective. She read it and immediately replied, calling me a lunatic. I immediately

told her that I had never had a woman, and since meeting her, I had never gone to prostitutes.

I could only fall asleep watching her masturbate. She probably didn't know how to reply and just stayed in front of the computer. I continued typing,

asking her to read the novel to me so I could masturbate to orgasm. She kept replying with "no,"

refusing . I got angry and replied directly: "Do you believe I'll come to your city and rape you? You're just reading a novel

, it won't hurt you." Finally, she gave in, turned on voice chat, and read the erotic

novel , while I masturbated twice in front of the computer. After that, I started searching online for

erotic novels with a lot of dialogue, because this type of novel can give readers a sense of immersion (this is my personal

feeling , I don't know about other perverts). Once, I deliberately found a novel that was almost entirely filled with "

ah ah," "um um," "oh oh," and long strings of ellipses. She did "um um ah ah" for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing

and teased me, saying, "You men just like articles with so many punctuation marks." I was a bit

embarrassed and could only argue, "That's because you read without feeling. You have to feel like you're really having sex to make those

moaning sounds." She paused for a moment, and just as I was hoping she would put some emotion into it too, she suddenly shut down her computer

, leaving me completely bewildered.

The next day, she told me that she had tried making those sounds during sex with her husband the previous day, and he had

actually ejaculated early. From this, I realized that she and her husband were almost completely silent during sex, her

husband's stamina was average, and finally, she started to have truly unrestrained communication with me. So I started looking for

novels with very detailed descriptions of sex scenes. Sometimes when she was reading one, she would suddenly stop and start cursing the

author for making things up. How could the first half of the sentence be about doggy style, and how could she suddenly be hugging a man and

pressing her breasts against his chest? I was both amused and exasperated. I had just been enjoying myself when I was abruptly interrupted, and I didn't dare to

argue back . I could only helplessly join her in condemning this unreliable author. The most interesting time was when I read her

"The Sorrow of Mature Women." After she finished reading, she actually discussed the contents with me the next day, especially

when she talked about Wu Huaxin's lover while sleeping at the villa. I said it was Li Rufei, but she insisted it was Dong Wenqian

. I scolded her, calling her a big-breasted, brainless woman. She retorted that I was a eunuch without a penis because I was too afraid to show her

mine. I was typing, and she was speaking directly through voice chat. I was amazed by how

suddenly happiness had come, and could only reply that I would buy a webcam tomorrow, and that she shouldn't be too scared to look. She stubbornly insisted that she would look.

I replied with a few "hahaha"s.

From that night on, our relationship entered a new chapter.

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