My Desire

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Author: tim10807
I'm home alone today.
My husband is away on a two-day business trip to the south, and my darling daughter is at a children's summer camp. After work, I was enjoying this
rare moment of freedom, but I didn't know what to have for dinner. After leaving the company and saying goodbye to my colleagues, I
walked alone on the street, thinking of having dinner near the train station and maybe browsing the department stores.
I was still some distance from the bus stop when I noticed it was getting dark.
It might rain. Just as I was thinking of taking a bus or taxi, a sudden downpour began…
(Today, I was unusually dressed in my standard office attire: a light pink-blue shirt, a white knee-length pencil skirt, and my newly bought
pink open-toe heels.)
July in Taiwan is incredibly hot and humid, and I didn't expect this downpour to come so suddenly. There was a whole row of construction sites on the right side of the 200-meter-long sidewalk between the bus stop and the building
, leaving no place to hide. I had no choice but to stand there and
hail a taxi.
(But whenever it rains, taxis are in high demand, and every one of them is full of passengers. Ugh... I
'm already soaked to the bone.)
At that moment, he was driving around the city and saw me at the intersection. He rolled down his window to ask me for
directions, but seeing that I was completely drenched, he said, "Miss, taxis are hard to find these days. If you don't mind,
I can give you a ride."
I looked at him, and although I was reluctant, the rain was so heavy. But seeing that he was wearing a tie and seemed quite polite, I didn't
think too much and got in.
"Hello...excuse me, I was just about to ask you for directions. Where do you need to go? I can give you a ride,
miss..."
"Thank you!...It's alright...you need directions?...Where to?"
"It's alright, I need to go to the train station, but I can take you there first."
(I thought to myself, such kind people are hard to find these days.)
"Perfect timing...I also need to go to the SOGO department store near the train station. Well...I'll tell you how to get there
...By the way, sir, what's your name? My surname is Zhang."
"Oh, hello Miss Zhang! My name is Lin Xirui, I sell computers."
"Oh...really? That's great, many of my colleagues are looking to buy computers...By the way,
turn right ahead!"
Red light.
When we stopped, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands, turned to look at me, and noticed I was completely soaked.
Water droplets dripped from my shoulder-length hair, and my light blue shirt was drenched, almost transparent,
revealing my rather confident bust and the faint outline of my pink bra! (I shouldn't have
worn this today.)
He swallowed hard, quickly turning away to get me some tissues.
"Oh... thank you!" I wiped my wet face, but after using almost ten tissues, they still tore easily.
"Oh... sorry! These are from the gas station, they're pretty worn out. If you don't mind, Ms. Zhang, I have a towel here that
I washed yesterday..."
"Hmm... okay... thank you!" I picked up the towel he usually kept on the dashboard and started wiping myself.
(Only then did I realize that his eyes kept glancing at me. I looked down and realized that I was completely
transparent, so I crossed my arms in front of my chest to cover myself—at this moment, the atmosphere in the car became a little tense!)
"Um... Ms. Zhang, this is my business card. Please take care of me!"
"Oh... thank you..."
(Director of the Peripheral Business Department of XX Technology—so young to be a director!)
Thinking that although he had been glancing at my chest, his eyes were not disrespectful, I not only
did not feel uncomfortable, but I was also a little excited. (I've always been very confident in my appearance, but
for the past ten years of marriage, I've prioritized my husband and daughter, and rarely paid attention to my own attire. Now, a
refined gentleman of similar age seems to be... eyeing me, and I can't help but secretly smile.)
"Ms. Zhang...where...are you going?...You're all soaking wet, I'll just take you home,
otherwise you'll still be dripping wet at the department store..."
A multitude of thoughts suddenly flooded my mind, and my face flushed involuntarily. I didn't even hear what he asked clearly
before replying, "Okay, sure."
"Then...how do I get there, Ms. Zhang? Where do you live?"
"Oh..." I snapped back to reality. (Indeed, my clothes were completely soaked, and going to the department store wouldn't be convenient
, so I agreed to let him take me home, but...)
"Achoo!" I sneezed loudly and quickly wiped myself with a tissue.
"Ms. Zhang, I'll turn off the air conditioning then, you might have caught a cold."
"Um...thank you!"
"You're all soaking wet! Wait a minute..." He took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
I was deeply moved, and he... was also somewhat disappointed that my beautiful sheer shirt was covered!
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Because it was quite a distance from home, we started chatting. When we arrived at Sogo, he was hungry...
"Ms. Zhang, are you hungry?... Would you like to have dinner together?... A hot soup might help
..."
"Okay, sure. But... it's on me. You helped me a lot today, otherwise I would have been soaked to the bone!"
"But what kind of guy lets a girl pay on a first date... How about this, I'll treat you today. Anyway,
I often come to this area, so I'll ask you out for coffee another day, and you can pay."
"Okay! Alright..." I smiled and agreed.
He drove the car into the Sogo parking lot, and when we arrived at Sogo, I was still sneezing non-stop.
He found a restaurant, and the two sat down...
"Miss Zhang, may I ask your name?"
"Oh... my name is Wei Shan! Or you can call me Minnie."
They started eating hot pot. While eating and chatting, they got to know each other a little—he had been
married for five years, had a four-year-old daughter, and his wife was seven years younger than him, so she still seemed like a little girl. Because
they didn't cook at home, they ate out frequently; I was a typical working woman, busy with work but still managing the household
well; my husband was ten years older than me, the kind of honest, kind, and doting husband...
(Two people who were originally unrelated have crossed paths at 　　this 　　time 　　and 　　place 　　! 　　)
********** 　　... (He didn't dare hold my hand the whole way, so we kept 　　a distance of about 30 centimeters.) 　　We arrived at a women's clothing store, and he stopped to look around... 　　"How about it, buying it for your wife?... That's so nice... I haven't bought new clothes in ages... 　　You really love your wife!" 　　"Oh... no, let me see." 　　(He looked at a light blue dress that looked very nice, but the image that came to mind wasn't his wife wearing 　　it, but me.) 　　"She's about 162 centimeters tall, with measurements of about 33C-26-33, very well-proportioned. 　　She would look absolutely stunning in this spaghetti-strap, light blue dress!" Yingrui thought to herself. 　　"Can you help me?" "Of course! I can give you my opinion... Your wife is so young, she would look absolutely 　　gorgeous 　　in this spaghetti-strap dress !" 　　"Then... can you try it on for me?" 　　I hesitated for a moment, then thought, what's the harm in that? "Sure... I'll give you a real treat today!" I 　　took the dress and went into the fitting room. 　　Entering the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror—what's wrong with me today? It's like I've been expecting 　　something to happen! How could I have agreed to have dinner and go shopping with a strange man?! But so 　　far, he hasn't shown any hostility towards me… 　　I stopped thinking about it, took off my shirt and pencil skirt—my clothes were already soaked anyway— 　　wiped myself with a tissue, put on the dress, and came out. 　　"Wow!" he couldn't help but exclaim softly—it was 　　hard to believe that this beautiful woman was the mother of two daughters. 　　Because his wife was petite, the dress felt tight on me; the silk 　　dress clung almost to my curves, revealing my figure perfectly. And since I only used tissues, my 　　wet body caused the dress to stick to my skin, completely revealing the outline of my underwear and panties, 　　and even the light blue outer garment couldn't conceal the color of my pink underwear! 　　"So beautiful…you're so beautiful!" he whispered in my ear. 　　My ears turned bright red all the way to my cheeks. "No...actually, your wife might look even more beautiful in this...I'm 　　over thirty, an old lady..." I replied with a laugh. (But I knew I was burning up!) 　　"Oh dear! I've soaked the clothes..." 　　"It's okay, I'll buy it!" He immediately handed his gold card to the clerk; at the same time, he patted my bottom and 　　whispered in my ear, "Thank you, you look so beautiful...I really don't want you to take it off, but you have to cover it up 　　..." 　　I blushed and went into the fitting room to take off the clothes. Looking at myself in only my underwear, I felt a little confused— 　　who would he be thinking of if his wife were wearing this? Looking at my wet body, I 　　realized that my nipples were hard, and my pink panties were semi-transparent from being soaked! 　　(I don't know what's wrong with me today, why am I so infatuated with a strange man... If 　　I wear this outfit again, I should wear a thong...) 　　I felt him calling my name, so I quickly changed and went out. 　　The two of us slowly walked to the next counter, which turned out to be a lingerie counter! 　　I smiled and asked him, "Would you go shopping for lingerie with your wife?" 　　"Um... no... I wouldn't dare. Every time I pass a lingerie counter, I quickly walk away... I don't dare to look around 　　..." he answered shyly. 　　"Really? Then I'll go shopping with you today!" 　　"This... okay?" He was so happy he couldn't speak. 　　But I had already stopped inside the counter, looking at some of the latest styles of lingerie. 　　"Hey... your wife is so young, she must have a lot of sexy lingerie!" 　　"No, she only buys white and nude... I dislike nude the most!" 　　"Really... I'm thirty years old and not that old-fashioned!" 　　"Then what kind of lingerie do you buy?" 　　"This..." I didn't know how to answer. 　　"Then come here... don't be afraid. Look... what colors and styles 　　of lingerie do you men like women to wear? Just tell your wife to buy them." 　　"Then... what about you?" 　　"It's none of my business. You're buying it for your wife, you won't see it if I buy it!... Sigh, really!" It 　　was my first time shopping in a lingerie store with a woman, especially someone else's wife. He was a little excited and nervous, looking at my 　　back, he really had an urge to hug her! 　　Just as I was lost in thought... 　　"Actually, if you're going to give that dress you just wore to your wife... it would be best to also give her a... thong 　　... because that way the bra lines won't show..." My face flushed as I finished speaking. " 　　Oh! That's right... indeed... I noticed it just now too..." As soon as 　　he finished speaking, my whole body felt hot—"Noticed it just now?" Didn't he see everything? 　　No way! It's for his wife... "Okay... then what colors and styles of thongs do you like your wife to wear?" I 　　asked him, holding three or four brightly colored thongs 　　in my hand . 　　(He seemed a little flustered, glancing around, but his mind kept replaying me in blue, pink, bright 　　red, and purple thongs.) "Um... all good... all bought!" 　　"What?" I didn't know what he was thinking, only noticing his face was already red, so I handed the underwear to the sales assistant 　　. 　　He still took out his gold card to pay.

We walked out together and returned to the car. I returned the suit to him…
“Wait a moment… wake me up when we reach Guangming Sixth Road…” I said, then reclined the chair, lay down, and
closed my eyes to rest.
(The car suddenly went silent.)
He continued driving, but his mind was filled with many thoughts…
He pressed the CD, “The One Your Love”—a very popular English
love song.
(He drove slowly, as if hoping the destination would never be reached.)
At this moment, I heard the beautiful saxophone intro coming from the horn. I knew it was a familiar love song, but I
didn't want to get up because I was afraid to face him. As a woman, I knew what he was thinking, so I pretended to
sleep. But he hummed the song while staring at my heaving breasts and my
pale legs revealed by my short skirt, which had already slipped down to my thighs…
He knew perfectly well that he was drunk! —But he dared not; he was afraid of frightening me.
Finally, we arrived!
He gently touched my arm with his fingers, "Oh... just turn left at the intersection ahead..."
"Okay!"
After parking the car, he got out and opened the door for me.
Goodbye.
"Thank you."
"No, I should thank you for accompanying me shopping..."
"Okay... goodbye then." "
Okay, goodbye..."
"Wait a minute!" He handed me the bag in his hand, "Next time you want to go shopping or need a driver, you can call
me..." and then drove away.
This! ...Isn't this what he was going to buy for his wife?
I looked at the bag; inside were that beautiful dress, three sexy thongs, a bra, and his
business card and phone number. I didn't know what to do, my heart was filled with mixed feelings...
Walking home, looking at the empty house—I was all alone at home, and suddenly I really wanted someone
to be with me right now. But... should I contact him?
(II)
More than a month passed like this, and we maintained a loose connection via MSN until
some problems arose at the company, and I also had a minor disagreement with my supervisor regarding business matters. In the latter half of this year, I
lost my job. However, my husband's income was decent, so I wasn't in a rush to find work. I rested at home for a while, browsing
online shopping sites to look at clothes and shoes, and chatting with classmates and friends to pass the time.
During this period, I had more time to chat with him. As I learned more about him, I treated him as a friend
, but I never thought about anything further developing our relationship. Until one time, my husband went on a business trip, and everything changed
.
Perhaps it was because I had been at home for so long, and it was hard to find a job (every employer, upon seeing that I was married and had
children, would simply say "thank you" and "we'll keep in touch"), that I felt involuntarily depressed. That night, I didn't
eat dinner, not because I didn't want to, but because I felt nauseous and didn't want to move. Luckily, it was summer vacation, and the children
were staying with their grandparents; otherwise, they would have gone hungry with me.
He knew I was home alone and hadn't eaten yet, and kindly invited me out. I was tempted
, but I knew it might not be appropriate, so I eventually gave in and asked him to bring me some food. He readily
agreed.
Sure enough, my doorbell rang not long after. Seeing him again after more than a month, he seemed more
mature and robust than before; in short, he seemed different.
Standing there chatting at the door didn't seem very polite to him. I politely invited him in for a cup of
tea. He watched me eat my lunchbox, very considerately asking if I liked it and if I was
thirsty (ha...^^ as if I were the guest). But after a while, we didn't talk much.
It was getting late, and he didn't say he was leaving, nor did I. We chatted idly
until my husband called to check on things at home.
Feeling a little guilty, I got up and went to the kitchen to answer. After hanging up, I didn't even notice him
watching me talk. He was very close to me, and when I realized it, I was too embarrassed to turn around or push him away immediately—
in this somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, I could even feel his breath… The night was quiet!
My heart was pounding, and I didn't know what to do, whether I should send him away immediately, but it seemed like some
other thought was also swirling within me. At that moment, I even hated myself for having such thoughts.
Suddenly, his face pressed against mine, and he hugged me tightly. I was startled, and before I could
react, he kissed my lips, prying open my teeth (my size seemed like
a chick to him). I felt weak all over, and he sucked on my lips and tongue, as if he were devouring me
!
Suddenly, he lifted me onto the sofa and pressed me down. "Shan… ever since that day, I
've been thinking about you every day… I want to have you!"
I was terrified, excited, and at a loss for words; I only heard him say those words.
He kissed my lips, face, neck, chest, stomach… even my genitals!
(My husband and I have always been very traditional; we've never kissed there before. The moment his lips touched me, even through
my underwear, my heart felt like it was about to take flight. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before—humiliation, stimulation… but
mostly excitement!)
In that environment, with the stimulation of his tongue and hands, I quickly reached orgasm!
He looked at my flushed cheeks and swiftly pulled my underwear down from under my skirt. I
had no power to resist; I could only turn my head away and let him do as he pleased.
(After he took off my underwear, I unconsciously compared myself to my husband. He's more delicate, while
he… this is something I've never experienced before! Even now, as I write this, my heart is still trembling.)
The moment he entered me…
"Ah… ooh!…" My jaw involuntarily rose, my body arched backward, and my head
almost spun.
He kept thrusting…
my lips and tongue deeply felt the burning heat of his tongue, while the area between my legs was tightly clenched…
That part of my marriage. My legs were practically broken from his weight, the house was filled with the sounds
and smells of our bodies touching…
(He kept changing positions, almost making me faint!)
When I woke up, I found myself sprawled on the sofa, completely exhausted—undeniably, he gave me
experiences I'd never had before, and probably never again. But I'm traditional, and I felt guilty
, like I'd let my husband down!
(I'm unemployed, and my husband has been comforting me. It's because of him that physical pleasure couldn't completely
soothe my inner turmoil; once the pleasure wore off, the first person I thought of was my husband.)
Afterwards, I felt down. He thought I was angry, so he sat beside me, caressing and kissing me. He was so
considerate; I couldn't even bear to dislike him.
We were naked on the sofa, and I leaned against his chest (I even felt like I didn't really know him, which seemed
ridiculous). After a while, he said, "Let's go wash up," and I said okay. He suddenly picked me up...
In the bathroom, I sat in his lap, thinking of my husband, but my body was in his hands!
As we washed, I felt him aroused again. I didn't want to, but he touched me all over.
Women are very sensitive at this time, and soon I couldn't hold back anymore (having already had my first time, my psychological resistance was much
less). He kissed me, rubbed my private parts, and when he squeezed my sensitive spot with his fingers, I was already wet!
He made me lie on the edge of the bathtub and kissed my private parts. I moaned without restraint. After a while, he stood
in front of me, and his thing trembled in front of me, the big mushroom head seemed to be showing off to me.
I hadn't thought about whether I would get close to it, but he made it impossible for me to refuse, and he didn't give me a chance to refuse.
(Although I didn't smell bad after showering, and it wasn't unpleasant, I had never kissed any man before, including
my husband, but I knew what he wanted.)
Hesitantly, he slowly brought his penis towards my lips. The moment we touched, I closed my eyes
—I decided to abandon everything again and gently lick it with my tongue, which I had never used before!
In no time, his swollen penis was inside my lips, using movements I had never used before
. Although my teeth sometimes hurt him a little, he even started moaning. I felt like
I had found the knack for something, and I was actually happy that he was reacting like that, so I tried even harder…
(Actually, women usually don't experience any pleasure; they're just pleasing others.)
After a while, I felt his penis moving, and suddenly, a stream of liquid shot into my mouth. I
quickly spat it out, trying to get away, but it was too late!
"Cough, cough… Ugh!…" My mouth was filled with a nauseating taste, both inside and on my chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..." He immediately helped me up,
apologizing repeatedly.
(That's his good point; he never gives you a chance to get angry or lose your temper.)
He immediately washed me with water, then held me in his arms, praising my beauty and cuteness.
I was initially shocked, but all my anger vanished. I let him caress me, as if I were his woman, as if we were husband and wife!
(Sometimes I think that perhaps women are born wanton. No matter how proper they are usually,
they will show their true colors at certain times—I've always been very well-behaved since I was a child. My husband was my first boyfriend. Until we
got married and broke through that final barrier, I always thought I would stay with one man for life. But today, I don't know
what happened; I suddenly didn't recognize myself, yet it was as if I recognized myself again!)
After that behavior, during the week my husband was away on a business trip, we were unrestrained in bed, changing
positions (I had already decided to be wanton for this week), front entry, rear entry, side entry...
and so on. We tried everything.
During this time, he would ask me how he compared to my husband, and I would reciprocate by asking him how his wife was (although
I knew our answers would be similar, and I explicitly told him that we both had families
, and that our behavior should have stopped).
A few days later, my husband returned, and I planned to forget about it and not tell anyone. For the next few weeks
, my husband and I lived happily, and I even found a new job
managing projects at a company in the industrial park.
Just when I had almost forgotten about it, he reappeared!
That day, I had just gotten home and reached the stairwell when I saw him. I didn't know what to say, nor did I want to continue anything,
so I pretended not to know him. As I walked past him, he said behind me, "Shan...don't you recognize me?"
I didn't speak.
It was already getting dark. Suddenly, he hugged me from behind, pulled me to the dark area at the stairwell, and
held me tightly.
"Ah!...No...Waaah...!"
He suddenly gave me a kiss that was as deep as it could possibly be. Slowly, my legs went weak and I couldn't control them anymore. My mind went
blank, and I even felt a little intoxicated, but the last shred of reason reminded me that I couldn't let this continue
!
I broke free and ran upstairs.
(Back in my room, I actually felt a little nostalgic for that kiss—women are strange creatures sometimes.
I felt no nostalgia for the intimate night we spent together, but a single kiss made me fantasize!)
For the next few days, I even hoped he would show up at my house, but he never did.
About a week later, I received a call from him. He told me he missed me and then asked if I missed him too. I pondered
, did I? I didn't know how to answer him, but I knew the answer deep in my heart
!
Finally, he asked if I was free the next afternoon. He was on vacation and wanted to invite me to go for a walk in Nanliao.
"Hmm..." That was my response to him.
The next afternoon, I took half a day off from work. While waiting at the Tsinghua University campus gate, I was almost
impatient, I didn't even know why, like waiting for a lover to return, but also afraid of
being seen there by other acquaintances—that feeling was truly indescribable!
When he arrived, he got into the car… We looked at each other, without saying a word, because we both understood that this…
Once again, we were about to cross the line of marriage!
We spent the entire afternoon in the motel—passionate embraces, our clothes, pants, and skirts
scattered all over the floor; he even tore my stockings! And I was even more proactive than the first time!
Our private parts were pressed tightly together, the floor, the bed, even the dressing table and the bathroom
sink became our battlefield. My body, even my toes, bore the marks of his kisses!
Amidst the passionate cries of lovemaking, my body unreservedly received his
semen, which finally erupted inside me! …
I had never felt so pleasure!
This time, I felt very little guilt towards my husband (perhaps all women are like this). Instead, I knew in my heart
that I had already succumbed—I couldn't live without him!
(To be continued)

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