Having an affair with a married female colleague

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That day happened to be my colleague's wedding, and I went to the banquet. I happened to run into a former female colleague. After the banquet, I drove my former
(metal processing) colleague's older sister (though she was married).
Coincidentally, her husband left the banquet early, giving me an opportunity. During the banquet, I invited her to take me home. Later, I told my colleague
I had to leave, so we left. In the car, I pretended to have a headache, saying it was from drinking, and wanted to find a place to rest. I parked in
front of a motel. I put my hands on the steering wheel, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
"Are you alright?" she asked, turning to look at me. She took off her coat and carelessly held it close to my face, wiping
away the sweat from the banquet… I didn't answer.
"Honestly, like this the first time, what will you do next?" Seeing my silence, she tried to smooth
things . I understood the dissatisfaction in her words. Thinking about how our first time together had turned out this way, I felt really bad for her. After all, no matter what my situation was
, it was best not to let my emotions affect her.
Suddenly, I hugged her waist, pulled her close, and tried to kiss her. "No, that was so embarrassing," she said
, smiling as she pushed me away, seeing that I seemed to have recovered.
"Beep! Beep!" A car behind us honked impatiently.
I quickly drove in.
"See, you're so playful," she smiled, pursing her lips. I went to the back of the car and lowered the metal door, then she took my arm, and we went upstairs together.
"Are you really alright?" she asked gently. "I'm too tired today. I'll take a shower and rest. Don't think too much." I had just
finished playing drinking games with those guys from the company, and it was a struggle to get rid of them so they wouldn't bother us anymore. Plus, I had been forced to drink some beer beforehand, which left my
thoughts jumbled and my head throbbing terribly. I thought to myself, "How can this be? I've wasted several thousand gold coins." I remembered the old saying, "A
moment of passion ." "Luckily, we're not in a regular hotel lobby, or people would misunderstand our identities." Her furrowed brow was quite
adorable. "You should drink less in the future, or I'll get angry." I gazed deeply into her eyes, and she quickly changed the subject, "Weren't we
planning to go home?"
"Don't be silly, do you want our friends to be third wheels?" I winked at her, thinking, "Hehehe, I can't fool my buddies
without a little trickery." "Oh…
I've been fooled by you too." She suddenly burst into laughter, then after a moment, "But then my husband won't be able to contact us, will he?" "
Don't worry, I'll hang up now." I turned to her, giving her a gentle smile, exuding confidence that "everything is under control." As we entered the room,
the atmosphere subtly shifted. First, we frantically stripped naked, then took a shower. After finishing all the trivial things,
neither of us spoke, unlike the intimacy we'd shown when I was pursuing her. I sat at the foot of the bed, she at the head.
Xiao Chen told me that on the first time, a girl would come out in just a bathrobe after showering, then there would be kissing, caressing, and then... "Huh?
" Her head was lowered, and after a long while, she asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" "I..." I suddenly looked up at her, stammering
. She understood what I wanted, but blushed again and lowered her head once more. No, I had to show my manliness. "I
cursed inwardly. Taking advantage of her inattention, I grabbed her shoulders and pressed her onto the bed, then sealed her lips with mine. Her body
was so soft and tender, especially since she offered no resistance, which made her appear even more vulnerable and endearing.
With nervousness and unease, I kissed her roughly. I opened my eyes and saw her with her eyes closed, her pretty face flushed, enjoying
the intimacy . For some reason, I stopped. After a while, knowing I had stopped, she opened her eyes and stared at me. As soon as our eyes met, I immediately
got up and sat back down in my original seat. What to do? I didn't even dare to kiss her, which I used to do often. How could the next part of the story unfold?
Damn it, why am I so..." Was I too timid?
After a while, I mustered my courage again and, just like before, pinned her down. But this time, I didn't dare look into her eyes. Instead, I
buried my face in her chest, wanting to feel its soft, intoxicating tenderness and breathe in its intoxicating fragrance. My head was buried in her chest, but after a while, I suddenly lost
my courage and, as usual, got up and retreated to my previous position. She got up and sat back down, pulling her clothes, which I had messed up, tighter. Strange, when
we were colleagues, didn't I really want to have sex with her? Why am I so afraid now? I bit my lower lip tightly, realizing that
my mouth was dry after all that. "It's...it's okay," she said, trying to encourage me when she saw how helpless I was. Suddenly, we stared at each other for a moment,
our hungry lips close together, our tongues intertwined, our bodies entangled in a frenzy. Perhaps my passionate kiss left her breathless, for
during the two-minute kiss she pushed me away and shrank back to the side. But she glanced back at me, then lowered her head. Her
hesitant, flustered expression seemed to say that pushing me away wasn't because she disliked me, but because I was making her breathless, yet she also seemed afraid of losing her composure and being
misunderstood. She was so understanding.
Yes, that was it—that gesture! My inner turmoil had been subtly resolved!
I reached out and embraced her from behind, then slipped my hands inside her blouse, cupping her breasts, my fingers deftly pinching her nipples. Gradually, I
felt them harden. Then my left hand moved down, inside her long silk skirt, inside her lace panties. I discovered her genitals were covered in hair. I stopped
exploring and caressed her labia with my index and middle fingers. She opened her mouth slightly, moaning softly. I seized the opportunity to kiss her, teasing her tongue with mine
and then sucking on it with my lips. Soon, I tore open her clothes with my right hand, revealing her breasts. Her waist was slender, her skin was fair, and her
breasts were slightly full, making me a little dizzy.
I gradually lost control, picked her up and placed her on the bed, so that her snow-white body was flat with two small hills on it, with two pink nipples.
My hand moved to her lower body, and through her silk skirt, my palm gently caressed her.
I pulled down the hem of her skirt and pulled down her lace panties, revealing a tuft of dark, glossy pubic hair on the upper part of her smooth and firm thighs, half-concealing her vulva. My hand caressed
her entire body, finally stopping at her lower body, playing with her pubic hair like curled strands of hair. My penis didn't want to stay in my pants. It wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against
her body walls with a ravaging force. I took off her clothes and gently touched her face with my hand.
I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you passionately." Her face flushed, making her even more beautiful.
She trembled slightly and said, "Isn't that inappropriate? We're already married..." I kissed her nose, turned, and sat on the edge of the bed. She propped herself up to undress me.
After I was undressed, my penis, already erect for some time, stood like a pillar before her. She pressed her chest against my back, her hands quickly stroking my chest, saying, "
I love you, I love you so much..." I felt two mounds of flesh pressing against my back, with hard nipples in them. I turned to kiss her, then lay down beside her
. I slipped my hands between her legs, slowly spreading them apart, shifting my position between them. There was dark pubic hair where her legs crossed; as the angle widened, I
could even see her labia glistening with fluid. She trembled and said, "No...no
...you can't do this...ah...I..." Without hesitation, I thrust my hard penis into her vagina. She let out a muffled moan
… I instinctively felt that her vaginal opening was a little narrow (even though she had given birth before). After entering, I didn't rush to thrust or rub; I just felt my penis
warm up, and then, a slippery, sticky sensation began. I adjusted my position slightly, gripping her thighs with both hands, our lower bodies already joined. I
looked at her; her hands were clasped tightly against her chest, her eyes closed. From my hands and the penis inside her, I could feel her trembling with tension. I looked down and saw
some clear, lustful fluid in our pubic hair.
It was from the friction at the vaginal opening; she was still shy after all.
I pushed my penis forward, and she moaned, gripping the sheets tightly, opening her mouth wide, and letting out a soft cry. I withdrew, then thrust in again, then withdrew again, then went
deeper again…
repeating this over and over. My glans felt waves of pleasure, like climbing a mountain, rising higher and higher. Her mouth grew larger with each thrust, her cries more
exaggerated .
I reached forward and grasped her breasts, her legs, out of control, clamped around my waist like clamps. I thrust wildly, kneading
her breasts , then leaned down and kissed her lips in a daze of passion. She became unrestrained, sucking my tongue forcefully. I increased my thrusts, the bed shaking violently. I
mentally counted, "Hoo... 234, 235, 236... Ah..." After a while, she called out to me incoherently, "No more... Stop... It
feels so good ... Mmm... Let's not... make love... Please..."
I didn't respond, pushing even harder. After about ten thrusts, perhaps due to the alcohol, amidst her frenzied moans, I slowed my pace and
withdrew my penis from her. We were breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. I crawled forward, cupping her left breast in my hands, lowering my head
to suckle the nipple, gently biting it, or licking it with my tongue. I opened my mouth wide, wanting to swallow the entire breast. I pressed my right knee against her mons pubis.
After a while, I straightened up, smiling at her. She looked back at me, slightly angry, and said, "I never want to...do...love again, you...make...
me...hurt..." I leaned closer and said, "How about I massage you..."
She blushed, and before she could reply, my lips were on hers, my tongue exploring.
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed myself with warm water, then used my hand to shield the water, letting it flow gently over her inner thighs.
She asked me, somewhat confused, what I was doing. I replied, "I want to fuck you!"
She glared at me and said, "You're so annoying!" I hung up the shower and let the warm water wash over us both. I spread her legs apart with my hands again, lowered myself, and
placed on the inside of her vagina, which I had spread open with my index fingers. She didn't even protest; she just kept panting. I licked the love fluid secreted from her vagina; it tasted a little
astringent. I pursed my lips and sucked on her love fluid. I knew this would make her feel very aroused, but she still just panted. I moved my mouth away from her mons pubis, and my lips covered the inside of her left thigh,
then moved to the vaginal opening, then back to the inside of her left thigh, moving left and right several times like eating a watermelon. Then I opened my mouth and gently bit her labia, taking a few tufts of
pubic hair into my mouth. She said, "Why are you doing this? I'm so embarrassed."
She tried to pull away, but I casually moved my hand to her pubic hairy triangle, kissing her abdomen and breasts. I gently nibbled on every inch of her skin
, suckling her right breast while kneading her left with my left. Finally, I stopped at her cleavage, resting my head on her left breast, inhaling her fragrance.
We gazed at each other, sometimes sticking out our tongues and licking each other, time seemingly standing still. I nestled against her, my erect penis still hard, my whole body
still burning. After about ten minutes, she took a deep breath and said, "I don't think this is right… I think we should go home… and pretend nothing happened…
" She seemed preoccupied… She was somewhat beautiful, but even more so, she was adorable. Looking up at her radiant beauty aroused my desire. So I pointed to my
erect penis and said, "Yeah, right! I haven't ejaculated yet..."
I then made a move to penetrate her. She seemed to want to protest, saying, "I'll put a condom on you." I said I didn't, but surprisingly, she was already prepared. She told me it
was her first time preparing, and her husband had suggested it. But I didn't give her a chance; I sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. We lay on our sides on the floor. I placed my right leg
between her legs, braced myself slightly, and pushed forward with my hips, my penis re-entering her. I pushed my body against hers, pressing down on her. I pulled away from her lips,
and she slowly opened her eyes, still lingering with desire. I looked at her. She sighed, nodded slightly, and said, "You have to... be gentle with me, don't be too rough...
" Then she closed her intoxicating eyes again. I placed my palms on either side of her, thrusting my hips against her. My penis
slid smoothly , the head rubbing against her vaginal walls. With each thrust, my body felt like it was galloping across a plain. I gradually increased the force, faster and faster.
Her head tilted to one side, her hands gripping my neck.
With each thrust, her breasts trembled, as soft as tofu. I felt excited, sweat dripping from my shoulders. Just then,
she, who had been pinned to the floor, rolled over and switched places with me. She straightened up, sitting on my genitals, her palms on my abdomen. She pushed forward slightly, then curled up, her head lowered,
seemingly unable to bear my penis. She pushed forward a few more times, beads of sweat dripping from the tips of her breasts, her long, soaked hair brushing against my cheek. My heart
raced, and I began to thrust my penis upwards. She seemed to be riding a wild horse, bouncing up and down, but this "horse" could enter her body and be controlled to please her.
After several attempts
copulating forcefully. After dozens of back-and-forth thrusts, she probably reached orgasm, sometimes moaning, sometimes screaming. Finally, she calmed down, her hands sliding from my neck
to rest on her heaving breasts, her face so peaceful and beautiful. Her moans, my panting, and the sweat between us
; the shaking of the bed, and her undulating movements with the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting her vagina, her undulating breasts—all under my control, formed the most primal melody, and...
As I gradually reached my climax, I began to find it difficult to penetrate her. Then, I thrust forward forcefully, gasping sharply. At that moment,
an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within our heated bodies. I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into her uterus. My
testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitched intermittently beneath my scrotum.
The world seemed to cease to exist except for her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of pleasurable excitement that followed our intercourse. Suddenly, I felt cold, my body going limp
with sense of relief as I collapsed onto her soft breasts…

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