Close physical contact with a young woman on the pool table

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As a married woman, married for ten years, my life was as bland as a glass of plain water. I always thought life would just continue like this. But then I met him. His appearance was like a small stone thrown into my tranquil life, creating ripples.

To be honest, my material life was quite good. My husband worked in factory management at a state-owned enterprise, my son was six and already in kindergarten, and I worked an office job in a small company. Actually, my husband's salary was enough to support our family of three. I only went to work because I was bored and wanted to find something to do to pass the time. Everything seemed peaceful and stable, the only flaw being our unsatisfactory sex life. His work always involved a lot of socializing, and he was drunk every day, coming home and falling asleep immediately. He never cared about anything at home, and even our few sexual encounters each month were always perfunctory, which made me very frustrated. Although it wasn't a huge problem, over time, I always felt something was missing, and I was unhappy.

Back then, when I was bored, I would often go online, play games, and watch movies to pass the time. That's when I met him online. He looked rather young in the photo, probably only twenty-five or twenty-six. When we started chatting, I found out he was the same age as me. This surprised me, and I jokingly asked him how he maintained his youthful appearance, even asking him for tips. He was humorous, saying I looked young, like a young woman just entering the workforce, not a married woman with children. His words were exaggerated, but I accepted them; no woman doesn't want to look young, especially after marriage and childbirth. Perhaps because we were the same age, we had a lot in common and talked more and more. He was unmarried, a partner and coach at a billiards hall. He broke up with his girlfriend of three years six months ago and was currently single. When bored, he would chat online. He spent more time on this website than I did and was quite familiar with it.

Online communication felt relaxed and comfortable, unlike in real life where there were many reservations. I gradually came to enjoy chatting with him. I proactively told him about my family and my troubles, and he said he understood completely, even jokingly saying that if he had a wife like that at home, he probably wouldn't even want to leave the house. I liked his directness and unpretentiousness, which exuded a dashing masculine charm. I felt as if my heart had been opened, and our conversations became increasingly bold, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

The first time he asked me to meet was on a weekday. My husband had a business dinner and wouldn't be home, so I readily agreed. We had dinner together. He was good-looking, and perhaps because he was a coach, he was very confident and talkative. He said I was even prettier than in my photos, very gentle, and his eloquent manner made my heart flutter. But nothing happened that day; after dinner, he drove me home. However, after that first meeting, we talked more, and our words became increasingly passionate. His intense desire made it hard for me to resist, and we soon met again.

The second time, he invited me to his billiards hall. Knowing he was a coach, I jokingly said I wanted to learn billiards from him, and he readily agreed. I went after work that day; it was a bit late, and the billiards hall was empty except for some of his staff cleaning up. He led me into a VIP room, fully equipped and completely isolated from the outside, the kind that's very private. He started by teaching me the most basic postures, guiding me step by step. At first, he was quite proper, showing me how to stand and how to position the ball, his hands lightly touching my waist.

Later, as it got late and the other staff left, leaving just the two of us, I felt his touch on my waist become a little firmer. When he was teaching me to correct my posture, he held my waist with both hands, gently stroking it. This feeling was ambiguous, but I didn't feel any aversion, so I didn't refuse, and I even felt a little distracted. His hands lingered on my waist, and seeing that I didn't move, knowing I wasn't resisting, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, praising how slender my waist was, how easily it could be encircled, how tempting it was to him. I felt his breath on my back, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body, and my heart began to itch.

A woman's body and mind are often in sync. When my body began to soften, my heart didn't reject him either. His hands explored upwards from my waist, caressing my breasts. He kneaded them forcefully, pressing his entire body against my back with controlled movements. His lips kissed my neck, and his hands unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time. Perhaps it had been too long since I'd felt this kind of stimulation; my whole body heated up. I turned and kissed him passionately. We quickly stripped off our clothes, and he lifted me onto the large pool table. Watching the colorful balls rolling around me, I felt excited and thrilled. I had never imagined making love in such a place with a man I'd only recently met. I was burning with desire. He thrust into me forcefully, and I didn't think too much, engaging in passionate lovemaking with him.

We were both wild that day. His body was so young and energetic, I couldn't stop. But after the passion subsided, I felt a little regretful, feeling I'd been too indulgent and had let my husband down. I texted him to stop contacting him, and he said he understood. He's a carefree man, able to let go easily, which gave me no worries. I think most men and women online are like this; people these days know how to choose the lifestyle they like, how carefree! It's just that I still think about that intoxicating night from time to time, but I know I shouldn't have acted that way. From now on, I can only try to treat my husband better, as a way of making amends.

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