A beautiful and wealthy young woman

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This colleague is the one I most want to record, and that's the reason I started this thread. We experienced many absurd and blissful things together. It started as a chance encounter and we hit it off immediately, deepened into mutual affection and a feeling of having met too late, went crazy with affairs at the company and hookups at her house, enjoyed car sex, oral sex, and anal sex, and resented her strong personality and unwillingness to back down, lamenting that we were born at the wrong time.

This beautiful and wealthy colleague is five years older than me, and we work in the same company but different departments.

I don't know when I started liking older women, including in my relationships where I don't require my partner to be younger than me.

I first met her when I was transferred to the Hainan branch. I had communicated with her a few times by phone at other branches before, but I didn't have a special impression of her.

At the time, I was more interested in another girl in her department.

More on that later.

After I transferred here, I found that she had a great figure and was very caring towards me when I first arrived.

I thought she was unmarried, but it turns out she already had a five or six-year-old child.

She looked very young, about my age, nearly 170cm tall, and I later learned she weighed just over 100 pounds—very slender, especially in our work uniform, which looked incredibly sexy.

Our female employees' uniforms consisted of white shirts, trousers, and skirts.

Her skin was very fair, smooth, and well-maintained.

Later, I learned she was also a "rich woman," or perhaps a "wealthy woman," since she was married and had children. Her husband often picked her up from work in a Mercedes.

I initially thought their relationship was good, but after getting to know them better, I realized it wasn't.

1. The Beginning

My connection with her started with a business trip.

Our company had two slots for a training trip to Shenyang.

She was definitely going, as she had responsibilities there. She argued with her supervisor to let me go, reasoning that I was younger, had strong learning abilities, and would be beneficial to our work upon my return.

Because she had business to attend to in another city first, we flew to Shenyang on different flights.

I arrived first, and she arrived in the evening.

I remember it was autumn, and autumn in Northeast China is already quite chilly. It was drizzling that day, and I sent her a WeChat message reminding her about the weather, flights, pick-up arrangements, and hotel information.

It wasn't that I was deliberately trying to impress; I'm just a caring and gentlemanly man.

By the time she arrived, I had already had dinner with other trainees from various branches across the country.

But she hadn't eaten, so I invited her to have barbecue near the training base.

Our training base was similar to a university, with over a dozen buildings and comprehensive facilities.

When she came out after changing, she was wearing blue jeans, high heels, a thin sweater, and a jacket over it.

Her long legs looked even longer; she was almost as tall as me, at 180cm.

We ate barbecue together, and I even had a beer.

Nothing much happened that day; I only remember her always smiling at me when I spoke.

On the way back to the base, it was cold, so I took off my jacket and gave it to her. During the five-minute walk, I kept wanting to put my arm around her, but I never dared to.

The next day, I asked her to go to the classroom early to change my seat so we could sit together—a truly wise decision.

Because we made our relationship clear the following night, a week of training began with us exchanging flirtatious glances during class.

The training was boring during the day, so I asked her to go to the movies with me in the evening. I remember it was Deng Chao's "The Breakup Guru," a movie that left a deep impression on me; I watched it three times.

On the way to the movie theater, she said her stockings were torn, so she went to a roadside supermarket and bought a few pairs. When we got to the theater, she went to the restroom to change, and even asked me to carry the remaining stockings for her.

I wondered if she was hinting at something? After buying the tickets and entering the theater, we bought a bucket of popcorn at Wanda Plaza.

I want to especially thank Wanda Plaza for the design of their popcorn buckets; the round bucket wasn't too thick, so if two people reached out at the same time, they would definitely bump into each other.

I was very nervous, wanting to grab her hand while she was getting the popcorn, but I didn't dare. My heart was pounding. I don't even remember what happened in the movie; I just ended up with half a bucket of popcorn.

Then I put my hand in the popcorn bucket and waited for her. Finally, she put two fingers in too. I made a circle with my hand, and one of her fingers slipped inside. I tightened my grip slightly, but didn't hold her tightly. We were both stunned for a couple of seconds. She gently rubbed my circled hand with that finger, and I immediately understood what she was thinking. I

quickly tightened my grip, we smiled at each other, and my heart pounded even harder.

That's how relationships are; before anything's clear, there's all the anxiety, but once it's clear, things are usually fine.

I held her hand, letting her feel my pounding heart, telling her how excited I was.

She smiled shyly, like the warm autumn sun.

I pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

We watched the movie hand in hand like that. When I came out to use the restroom, I realized my jeans were all wet! Damn, my little brother was ready for some lubrication! After watching the movie and going downstairs, it was already past ten o'clock. There were very few people in Northeast China at night, completely different from Hainan. Right at the entrance steps, I faced her, stood on the next step, and kissed her deeply.

The kiss lasted two or three minutes. I remember her mouth was saltier than mine; I thought so at first, but I got used to it.

We took a taxi back to the base, kissing the whole way in the back seat, like a couple deeply in love.

In Northeast China, taxi sharing is very common, so we got off early and walked 500 meters to the base.

It was close to the Ghost Festival, and there were burning paper offerings everywhere along the roadside. We dodged the piles of ashes and paper offerings, holding hands until we reached the base entrance before letting go. She was very bold; without saying much, she followed me back to my room in my building.

We hugged and kissed tightly as soon as we entered, it felt like an eternity. Then we fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing. I stroked her firm breasts through her sweater, and she held me tightly, our tongues intertwined. Neither of us said much.

Perhaps to make things easier for me, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and I slipped my hand under her sweater to fondle her breasts.

Her breasts weren't very large, around a B cup, and while they weren't particularly firm—after all, she had breastfed—her nipples weren't large either, just right.

We continued kissing, and she stroked my back. I pushed her sweater up and kissed her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became noticeably more rapid, but she didn't become more proactive; she just rubbed her stockinged feet against my calves.

I didn't intend to have sex with her right then and there. First, it was almost 11 pm, and there wasn't enough time. Second, I thought such a beauty should be savored slowly. Third, I didn't want her to think I was just after her body; perhaps teasing her a little was better.

Then I stopped abruptly and took her back to her building.

The third day, we were incredibly sweet during class, feeling like we'd eaten candy.

That evening, we went out for Korean food. I deliberately drank a beer to bolster my courage and also to last longer during sex.

Isn't that shameless, haha?

We continued our sweetness during dinner, just like a couple.

They talked about how they regretted not meeting sooner, and a deep sadness welled up in their hearts, causing them both to shed tears.

I really liked her back then. I liked her even before the business trip, but I was held back by the fact that she was married.

Back at the base, we went back to my room.

This time, it was truly unspoken. As soon as I entered, I launched my offensive, kissing and caressing her passionately in no time, and undressing her.

I've only been this crazy twice before, the other time was with an ex-girlfriend.

The rest of the time, I gently undressed her.

Then we lay on the bed, and I lovingly used my tongue skills, kissing and licking her entire body, sucking on her nipples, making her pant and push me away, wanting me to enter, but not saying it outright.

Then I focused on licking her clitoris until she was very wet. We went at it

for three hundred rounds.

I won't describe the details too much; you can read too much about it in the novel sections of various websites.

My descriptions aren't as good as theirs.

I'll only write about the real, memorable moments.

What I remember most vividly is that not long after I had sex with her, she started to cry, even though she was moaning with pleasure, she was crying.

I panicked for a moment and asked her what was wrong, thinking she felt guilty about cheating on me, or that I had bullied her.

Unexpectedly, her next sentence excited me even more, making me even more intense: "It's nothing, don't stop, I'm just feeling so good! I'm crying from the pleasure!" It turned out she was a woman who cried during orgasms.

Later, this became a common occurrence during our sex life. Under my tutelage, she could say all sorts of lewd words: calling me husband, brother, daddy, calling me a little bitch, a slut, a whore who needs to be fucked, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me to death, I love your big cock, I want to devour it, I want it inside me forever, I want to have it with me all the time, and so on.

It turns out that even the purest and most elegant goddess can be a slut in private.

Afterwards, while we were chatting, she said I hadn't slept with her the day before, and she thought I was disgusted by her and uninterested in her.

I said, "How could that be? You're so beautiful."

Then she playfully said, "Now I know why! Because we didn't have enough time yesterday!"

Hahaha.

I laughed too. It was definitely one of the factors. I'm not bragging, but that night I had sex with her once, for about 40 or 50 minutes. I usually last at least 30 minutes, not including foreplay.

Of course, I can make women very happy during foreplay, reaching clitoral orgasm.

We didn't use a condom the first time we had sex because we both felt it was a memorable experience. She took a pill afterward.

And so began our enjoyable week in Northeast China.

She came to my room every night for sex.

During sex, I trained her to say dirty things, asking her if she was enjoying it, what we were doing. She always shouted how great it was, how her husband was fucking her, how her husband's big cock was fucking her slutty cunt.

I wonder if the other colleagues from the branch office living next door heard us.

During this time, we unlocked oral sex. At the time, her oral skills were very poor, and she reportedly rarely gave her husband oral sex.

The first time I saw semen shot into the mouth of the goddess in the eyes of so many male colleagues at work, I felt extremely excited and stimulating, and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

However, she couldn't stand the taste of semen and never ate it.

Later, I tried to get her to eat it again, but she almost vomited and still couldn't swallow it.

I'll tell you about that later, which is the story of our sex in the office building bathroom.

But we went back every night after sex because she was staying in a double room, and there was a colleague from another provincial branch there as well.

Luckily, I had a single room!!! God helped me! One time, after we finished dinner and were intimate in my room for a while, we went to our evening class. It was already dark, and it was raining. We shared an umbrella, and she was holding my arm. A colleague from the other provincial branch saw us and looked at us with surprise, as if it were unbelievable.

This incident startled us.

That Saturday, the class had already ended.

Her roommate had made plans to go to a nearby scenic spot with her friends, and I also invited her to go to another forest park.

Before leaving, I went to wait for her downstairs. She said her roommate wasn't there, so I went into her room.

She was getting ready and putting on makeup when I suddenly became interested again. I pulled her over, worried that her roommate would come back. We didn't take off our clothes, just rolled up our shirts and pulled our jeans down halfway. She was lying on the edge of the bed, and I penetrated her from behind.

She didn't dare to make a sound, as the people living next door were all her classmates, making for a very exciting sexual encounter. We

wanted to have sex in the forest park, but she consistently refused.

The night before our return trip was the 15th of the seventh lunar month.

She stayed overnight in my room for the first time, and we had sex until 2 or 3 AM before falling asleep. At 4:20

AM, I suddenly woke up and couldn't fall back asleep.

I scrolled through Weibo and came across a post by Wang Zijian around 4:20 AM, which I found strange and wrote down.

I just looked through it but couldn't find it, but the gist was that on the 15th of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival, you will wake up around 4:20 AM, open your eyes, don't turn on the light, look around, and see your most missed deceased relatives.

I also woke up at 4:20 AM, which felt quite eerie.

2. Crazy (oral sex on the plane, sex in the office, having an affair in the bathroom while her husband was waiting downstairs) Returning from Northeast China, transiting through Beijing.

I deliberately chose the last row, and we stayed close together the whole way, whispering sweet nothings. She dozed off on my shoulder, and I would kiss her forehead every now and then.

Every now and then, flight attendants or people going to the restroom would stop and stare, as if we were doing something wrong, always feeling like someone was watching us, and worried about running into acquaintances on the flight back to Haikou, after all, Haikou is just a small city. Luckily,

it was just the two of us in the last row, and we sat near the left window.

After flying for over an hour, it was completely dark.

After eating our in-flight meal, the crew turned off the cabin lights, except for a few reading lights that illuminated the dimness.

I consider myself not a conservative or restrained person when it comes to sex; I always have wild fantasies and crave greater excitement .

The special environment at tens of thousands of meters altitude, with my beloved in my arms, only fueled my desire.

Under the blanket, my hand had already climbed onto her breasts, and we kissed until we were breathless, yet dared not make a sound.

I had a bold idea: to drag her to the restroom next door.

But she didn't dare, saying I was crazy, that people born in the 90s were too wild, because occasionally someone would go to the restroom, and I could hear the flight attendants chatting behind me.

There was no other way but to compromise, I raised the armrest so she could pretend to be sleeping on my lap, and covered her head with a blanket.

Her hands had already unzipped my pants, and my penis was hard in her hands.

Now all I had to do was lie down, take it out, put it in, and wrap it around.

I sat forward a little, letting her rest her head on my lower abdomen, and soon I could feel my penis in her warm, soft mouth.

For a moment, I shivered—warm, moist, soft—and almost ejaculated.

Since we were on the plane, she didn't dare to move too much, only sucking and licking my glans with her tongue, and she couldn't stimulate the most sensitive part of the penis, the frenulum.

During this time, an older woman came to use the restroom and gave us a strange look as she passed by.

I think she must have figured out what was going on; after all, she's probably been through this herself, haha.

After nearly twenty minutes of oral sex, she told me her mouth was sore and her tongue was numb, and she wanted to get up. But I couldn't give up, so I coaxed her to continue.

This time, to speed things up, she bent over directly above my penis, and I nervously observed the surrounding movements.

This feeling was annoying, preventing me from concentrating on enjoying it, yet it was also very exciting—the fear of being discovered, the anxiety of being discovered, the desire to be spied on—all these things were at play.

However, this position was quite stimulating, and in less than three minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore. I held her head down and ejaculated into her mouth.

I felt her struggle, and there seemed to be a little whimpering, but I didn't dare let her let go. After all, on an airplane, an adult can immediately recognize the smell of semen.

Then she got up, I cleaned up, and she went to the restroom to vomit.

The most thrilling high-altitude sex I ever had, though incomplete and not quite a full sexual experience, was still pretty exciting to think about.

I suddenly remembered a similar experience.

It was during my sophomore year of college, I think, when my first girlfriend and I were traveling by train back to or from the north. We were in the middle berth of a sleeper train, around 11 pm. She was facing inwards, and I was lying on the outside. We were holding hands, and I was rubbing her clitoris. She reached into my pants and touched my genitals, then I ejaculated all over her hand, smearing it all over my underwear.

Then I ran to the bathroom and threw my underwear away.

I think the woman in the opposite middle berth was awake too.

The next day, I pretended nothing had happened and continued chatting with them.

Haha, back in Haikou, it was back to the boring days of work, but this time, there was a beautiful colleague. We chatted on WeChat, pouring out our hearts to each other, relieving our loneliness, and occasionally flirting.

At first, it was normal chatting, but it got increasingly outrageous, escalating to all sorts of lewd things during work hours, almost like WeChat sex.

I'll post some pictures when I have time.

Then, things progressed to the point where I'd occasionally go to their department to discuss business, and when there weren't many people around or no one was watching, I'd hold her hand and touch her breasts. She'd also occasionally touch my penis through my pants.

Later, this basically became a daily routine.

Thinking about it now, it's quite scary; what if someone saw us?

I couldn't bear the longing, or rather, the loneliness.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and we arranged to meet on Saturday at my rented place.

I opened the door for her, letting her go into the bedroom first, and I locked the living room door.

When I returned to the room, she was already down to her underwear. She said it was hot outside and she wanted to take a shower.

People from Hainan should know that September in Hainan is still very hot. Oh yes, it's September now, and the sun is still very strong at nine or ten in the morning.

I didn't let her go. I'd been holding back for a week; I couldn't resist, and I believed she couldn't either.

Dry wood and raging fire, desire burning within us.

She wasn't someone who got wet easily, but that day, by the time I slipped my hand inside her panties, she was already very wet.

There was no foreplay, just pure thrusting.

She was kneeling on the mat, her bra still on, her panties still on, and I just pulled them aside and went straight in.

I heard her cries of pain and excitement, and felt an inexhaustible surge

of energy. Thrust after thrust, ramming, penetrating, without any techniques of varying depths, just a relentless urge to go all the way in.

I exerted all my strength, wanting to go deeper and deeper, wanting to be completely inside her, my pubic bone pressed tightly against her buttocks.

I grabbed her hair, slapping her hard, and growling about my longing for her.

She turned around, and I saw her face covered in tears, her cheeks flushed with excitement and even a little distorted.

She suppressed a loud moan.

She said, "You're going to fuck me to death."

I asked fiercely, "Who do you like to fuck you, me? Or your husband?" Without hesitation, she moaned and cried out, "You, I like you fucking me, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me forever, fuck me for a lifetime."

I asked her, "Who fucks you best?" She shouted, "You!" I said, "Who am I?" She said, "You're my husband too, my big-cocked husband."

Perhaps it was thanks to a week of training in Northeast China, perhaps it was thanks to a week of chatting in Haikou, perhaps it was thanks to her feelings for me, perhaps it was thanks to the unleashing of her inner wildness.

Perhaps it was a combination of all these reasons.

I ejaculated quickly, pulling out and shooting onto her ass.

Less than twenty minutes.

One of the faster times.

We were both drenched in sweat, sticky all over, but neither of us wanted to move.

We went to the bathroom together, showered each other, caressed each other, and teased each other.

At that moment, I felt like this was our daily married life.

She offered me oral sex, saying I was as hard as a wooden stick.

I said it was more like a club, in Sichuan dialect they call that a hammer.

I recently watched "White Deer Plain" and discovered that there are such amazing things called "hammers."

After reading Chen Zhongshi's original novel, it's clear that the second young mistress of the Bai family couldn't conceive, so someone suggested she attend a "bangchui" (a euphemism for a sexual encounter).

The bangchui was a gathering held on the fifteenth of a certain month, on a dark and windy night, where women unable to conceive would have sex with men of all ages, hidden deep in the forest, under trees by the river, or at the foot of boulders, hoping to conceive.

However, the Bai family ultimately chose Heiwa's younger brother. After feeding him a feast of five fried eggs, they brought him into their room one dark night.

Heiwa, still naive, said, "I'm so big, I don't need breast milk anymore," and added, "Sister-in-law, don't pinch my nipples!" Hahahaha.

Those interested can read the original novel. It

's very interesting—absurd politics, absurd sex.

I pressed her against the bathroom wall and gave her oral sex.

She tilted her head back, dazed, the water from the showerhead cascading down her body, mingling with the faint, musky smell of her vagina.

Then he lifted one leg and inserted it, then he inserted it from behind with her upper body against the wall, then he inserted it from behind while facing the mirror, and then he inserted it while sitting on the sink.

Their pubic hair intertwined and separated in the running water.

Then he ejaculated twice more.

He had been here for over two hours.

To avoid suspicion from my family and husband, I quickly washed up, dressed, and rushed home.

After that, we maintained a shameless colleague relationship.

I seized every opportunity to flirt on WeChat, to tease with text messages, to touch her inappropriately, and to have sex secretly.

Then we 'd part ways, still feeling the afterglow, and the next time we met, our passion would burn just as brightly.

She had to be cautious when she got home; she never dared to keep our chat history, and I never dared to call her.

So we could only subtly post what we wanted to say on our social media, setting it to be visible only to each other.

Occasionally, I'd muster the courage to reply, but then I'd worry that if the other person's post was visible to everyone, it would be public knowledge.

So, we could only channel this longing and affection into every act of lovemaking, expressing it with tight arms, greedy tongues, writhing bodies, unrestrained moans, powerful thrusts, and hysterical orgasms.

Then there were the restrooms at work, the office after work, empty stairwells or fire escapes, the rooftop, in the car in the parking garage, at the beach in broad daylight, and even going to hotels during work hours.

We went crazy again and again.

Let me describe a few scenes that left a deep impression.

We often met secretly in the office after work.

Usually, one of us would go to the restroom first to hide for a while, and then sneak in after everyone else had left the other's office .

We'd lock the door, turn off the lights, or leave them on.

We were both in uniform, kissing and caressing each other. She especially loved it when I sucked her nipples; she couldn't take it anymore every time.

Then we'd give each other oral sex, lifting her skirts for rear entry, or she'd sit on the desk, supporting herself with her hands as I thrust into her. Sometimes she'd lie on the desk, straddle it, or sit in a chair, going wild.

I had to kiss her to silence her moans,

but the sounds of slapping still lingered.

Sometimes she'd deliberately call me "boss," then have me pretend to work while she gave me oral sex under my desk; sometimes she'd shake her big white ass in front of me; sometimes she'd sit on the desk, teasing my penis with her stockinged feet; sometimes she'd give me oral sex or have sex in the stairwell or on the rooftop; but almost every time, I'd ejaculate in her mouth.

Sometimes I'd deliberately ejaculate on her and then wipe it off with her panties

, leaving her to go home without underwear.

Haha, but she said she always showered before going home to get rid of the smell and avoid being discovered.

I remember another WeChat chat, after we had anal sex. I asked her where she liked me to ejaculate, and she said anywhere was fine.

I said next time I wanted to ejaculate on her face, and she said, "Anywhere is fine."

We had sex in the office several times during this period. Once, I had just locked the door in her office, and we were just starting to kiss and caress each other when the lock suddenly clicked.

We were startled, and I quickly hid behind their office cabinet for half an hour before they left. I was suffering in that spot.

She even texted me teasingly, saying, "If you're so capable, come out and fuck me!"

After that, if we sensed someone might come back, we stopped having secret meetings in the office.

One day, I was in the mood and asked her to stay after work.

She said no, her husband was coming to pick her up.

I said we should finish quickly, and she replied: "Ugh, now that you mention it, I want it again."

Unfortunately, people in both our offices were working overtime that day, so we had to go to the restroom on the floor with the fewest people.

We'd gone there before during work hours, but we'd just go in, lock the door, and do some light kissing and touching. We only had sex once, and someone knocked on the door during that time, which she excused herself by saying she had a stomachache.

This time, after work, we went separately.

She told me to hurry, her husband was almost there.

We basically skipped foreplay, and after we got her wet, I pulled down one of her pants legs. She was wearing jeans that day, and clumsily, I pulled down the leg against the wall and awkwardly inserted myself.

While I was doing that, her husband called, and she answered, saying she had some work to finish and would be right down, asking him to wait.

I didn't stop while she was on the phone, continuing to thrust forcefully. She suppressed a moan and hurriedly hung up the phone in as normal a tone as possible. As soon as she hung up, she told me she had orgasmed.

But I hadn't ejaculated yet, and she said there wasn't enough time, so she gave me oral sex.

This time, she gave me a particularly strong and attentive blowjob, sucking hard and very tightly.

I ejaculated in her mouth, and she spat it into the toilet.

I quickly put on my pants and went downstairs.

I texted her, "Don't kiss your husband, keep your distance when you talk, or he might smell your semen."

She said she had already eaten a mint.

3. Escalating (Car Sex)

I bought a car in the second half of 2015.

When I bought the car, I told her that with a car, we'd have a mobile dating room.

That was one of the reasons I rushed to buy the car.

Although she had occasionally driven her family's Mercedes out to meet me, it was always in her husband's car, so I was always a little hesitant.

I remember one time she drove out to meet me.

I deliberately waited for her on a back street some distance from my workplace. A few minutes later, the Mercedes glided up almost silently.

Through the windshield, she smiled brightly at me.

There was no movement or sound. She

opened the door, got in, and restarted the car.

Around that time, I saw a video online saying that when going to a hotel, you should turn off the lights and turn on your phone's camera to check the room beforehand, so that if there's a hidden camera, the infrared emitter will be visible.

I used my phone to scan the surroundings, just for peace of mind.

I asked, "Your husband wouldn't have installed any cameras or listening devices in the car, would he?"

She scoffed, "He's the one who drives this car all the time, and he often comes home late at night after socializing. Would he have installed something so I could check up on him?" I was speechless.

Perhaps because of the awkward topic, we were both a little down.

No one spoke again, no one asked where we were going.

She drove quietly, and I watched the road ahead quietly, like any ordinary colleague.

After a while, the car reached the Century Bridge. Watching the beams of lights ascend along the suspension cables, smelling the pleasant scent of perfume, I felt my desire throbbing.

Countless times, the image of her writhing beneath me in pleasure flashed before my eyes. I thought that if I were driving on the Century Bridge right now, with the sea breeze blowing and the night view in my eyes, and she were on my lap giving me oral sex, it would be even more amazing.

She was still in her uniform, black stockings. I placed my hands on her legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs through the stockings.

Along the hem of her skirt, upwards, and upwards again.

She took a deep breath and gently parted her legs slightly.

It was easier now.

Through her stockings and panties, I rubbed her genitals, feeling a slight dampness.

Suddenly, a wicked thought struck me. With my other hand, I tore her stockings at the top of her thigh, and my left hand slipped inside, pulling aside her panties to reveal a wet patch.

She let out a soft moan, coquettishly pleading, "Are you going to let me drive or not?"

I said, "You drive yours, I'll play mine."

She asked, "What if we have an accident?"

I said, "Even if we have an accident, it'll be worth it to die together.

To die under a peony is to die a romantic death."

She laughed and said, "I wouldn't die with a lecherous ghost like you."

We drove north after crossing the Century Bridge to Bihai Avenue, and after searching for a long time, we finally found a parking area near the intersection of Hengda Meilisha.

At that time, Meilisha Road was still under construction, and I wanted to park at the construction site fence, but there was a super bright headlight above it.

I parked the car and locked the inner lock.

She hugged me, her breath and moans coming in with hers.

She said, "I want it."

I hugged her and kissed her passionately.

My hands were already on her breasts.

She said, "You haven't cared for them in so long."

I thought about it, it's only been half a month since we last had any intimacy, how could it be so long?

She said, "Without your care, every day feels like a year."

I didn't know if she meant feelings, physical intimacy, or both.

Without a word, she straddled me, rolled up her skirt to her waist, sat on me, and kissed me while unbuckling my belt and continuing to kiss me.

I cooperated, pulling my pants down a little. She said I didn't need a condom, reached down and pulled down my underwear, then sat on top of me.

This was the least foreplay we'd ever had.

We were both fully clothed, yet our bodies were already moving in tandem.

I reclined the seatback, and she lay on top of me, her hips undulating.

She rose and fell, each time feeling like I was hitting the deepest point, accompanied by her wanton moans.

Worried that passersby might hear, and also worried that there might be a recording device in the car, I reached out and turned on the music.

Just then, Li Daimo's passionate "Am I the one you love most?" came on.

She panted as she fiercely asked in my ear, "Am I the one you love most? Am I? Am I the one you love most?" I turned her over, laid her down in the passenger seat, and entered her deeply again.

At the same time, accompanied by a deeper whisper, "Yes, you are the person I love most, the person I cherish most, the person I love most deeply."

Repeated over and over, thrusting deep again and again.

I felt her lower body trembling and spasming; she clung desperately to my shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, biting my shoulder.

She was fucking strong! I tried desperately to thrust again, but couldn't escape her teeth.

Let her bite.

Half a minute later, she released me.

A dull ache shot through my shoulder.

She said, "I came so quickly."

I felt a surge of secret joy.

After resting for a while, we moved to the back seat; the luxury car was indeed much more spacious.

She sat on the other side, giving me oral sex, while I touched her cunt.

After a while, she said, "I want it again."

I said, "Thank goodness you didn't say no, otherwise I wouldn't be finished yet."

We started again, now two bare, white bodies.

No restraint.

I had her lie down on the back seat, her legs wrapped around her chest, and entered her again.

Then I switched to doggy style, slapping her buttocks as I thrust. I asked her if it felt special to have an affair in her own car. She said it was hard to describe, both guilty and exciting.

For me, it was mostly exciting.

Having sex with someone else's woman in someone else's car.

I asked, "Does it feel better when I fuck you, or when your husband fucks you? Say it out loud in his car!" She hoarsely and intermittently shouted, "You, you fuck me so well, I love you to death."

I asked, "Whose is bigger, who lasts longer, who fucks better?" She shouted, "You, yours is bigger, your cock is so big, so long, much longer than his, having sex with you is so much better."

I hate using fancy words during sex.

I said, "Don't say sex, say fuck!" She shouted, "You're going to fuck me to death, you fuck me better than him!" When we chat, she usually uses "he" to refer to her husband, rarely calling him "husband."

Later, during our conversation, I learned that her husband didn't really have sex with her much, maybe once or twice a month, and it was basically always the same thing—very boring.

When we left, two or three more cars were parked in the next spot, and from a distance, they were all starting up.

On the way back, we were worried about getting caught on camera for traffic violations, which would let her husband know she'd been out.

We even thought that if they did get caught, we could just say we went out for dinner, haha.

That's how having an affair is: the thrill of sneaking around, the exhilaration of being open about it, and the constant need to carefully consider all the possibilities and countermeasures.

[The End]

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