My Xinjiang travelogue features the technician's wife.

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After returning from Hami, I stayed briefly in Urumqi for a few days before my boss sent me to an engineering department in Yili. He called it management, but it really just involved checking on construction sites. Since the section I was responsible for was subcontracted, I didn't have much to do. My only task was to attend meetings with the client on Fridays to report on the project progress.
Initially, our project site was near the Sixth Company of the Division, not far from Qingshuihe Town, but still about 20 kilometers away. In places like Xinjiang, construction sites far from cities basically only offer views of cotton fields and distant, snow-capped, barren mountains, and the climate isn't great. When I arrived, they were harvesting cotton, with truckloads of cotton being transported from Henan and Sichuan. Anyway, being on the construction site was boring, with nothing to do except watch TV. There was practically no one around on WeChat's "People Nearby" feature, and I couldn't find anyone. It was incredibly frustrating. Coincidentally, there was a Mongolian guy who drove a road roller. He liked to brag to me. Once, when he was drunk, I complained to him about not having any women. He secretly told me that he had touched the breasts of the cook at the third construction site, with her bra off. I was a little shocked because that woman often came over to play cards, we knew each other, and she seemed quite respectable. But her husband worked on the construction site, and she dared to do this. I pressed him for details, and he said that the woman was also a prostitute. One time, he rode his motorcycle with her to buy something at the nearby company headquarters. On the motorcycle, she rubbed her breasts against his back, telling dirty jokes. After a while, he stopped in a secluded spot, saying he was tired and wanted to rest. The woman, of course, understood and laughed at him for being a pervert. He then grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, and she cooperated. But when he tried to drag her into a cotton field to have sex, she refused, and he left disappointed. He regrets it now whenever he talks about it; if he had forced himself on her, things might not have turned out that way.
But what he said was unintentional, yet it resonated with me. I thought, "So that's what this woman is like. What about the cook in our section (let's call her that for now), who she played mahjong with?" My mind started racing, and I focused my attention on the cook in our section—let's call her Fang.
Fang was a mature woman, around 34 or 35, about 165cm tall, with an oval face, a ponytail, a large, perky bottom, and a C-cup bust that was slightly sagging. She was the only woman in our entire project team who wore tight jeans and leather boots. Her relatively trendy outfit naturally attracted the attention of most of the men in our section, but since her husband was a technician, no one dared to do anything inappropriate. Aside from cooking, Fang didn't have much to do all day. She spent her time with me at the project site watching TV or playing mahjong. Of course, before this, I never thought about seducing her; at most, I treated her like an older sister. But after this, I realized my gaze had changed, becoming that of a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb. So, my mind started slowly plotting how to sleep with her again.
With this idea in mind, my first task was to make a good impression on her. We usually spent a lot of time together, and our conversations were purely to pass the time, so we didn't have much contact or understanding of each other. How could I conquer Fang's fortress? So, I started casually steer the conversation towards topics she liked, trying to find topics that interested her and get her to talk. I would be her listener. This had two advantages: firstly, women like to be noticed and listened to; secondly, by hearing about her experiences and hobbies, I could roughly judge her psychological trajectory and then target her weaknesses. After chatting like this for three or four days, we gradually became more familiar with each other and much closer than before. Occasionally, I could even crack a risqué joke; I knew I had succeeded in the first step. Then, in the second step, I gradually steered the conversation towards myself. I fabricated my romantic experiences for her, portraying myself as someone who gave everything for love but was still dumped, arousing her curiosity and sympathy. Once a woman's curiosity and sympathy are piqued, she's not far from being tricked. Everyone has a desire to pry into other people's secrets, and she was no exception. In this stage, I had successfully built up an image of being a loyal and righteous person, making her like me a lot. Then, she even wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend. I pretended to be deeply moved and wanted to recognize her as my sister, which she tacitly agreed to. We talked about my story for about two days. After she thought I had opened up to her, I knew she had lowered her guard a bit and wouldn't reject my further plans. The third step was to steer the conversation back to her, praising her lavishly. Because of the comfort she had received from my experience in the previous step (although it was 70% fictional), she accepted my praise without any reservations. Moreover, when praising her, I quoted some poems she had heard before but didn't know the source of, giving her a novel feeling of being praised in a different style. At the same time, I subtly compared her to the women around her, praising her for being better than these women, gradually making her feel superior. Then I compared her to celebrities, praising her for being virtuous, down-to-earth, and devoted, further enhancing her sense of superiority. This was because her husband never said these kinds of praise to her; the other men on the construction site, you know, were all rude, and she couldn't say these things even if she wanted to. Gradually, I made her feel that I was a person of substance, different from other men. Every day, I wanted her to discover different strengths in me and experience different feelings of comfort each day. Seeing that the plan had been going smoothly for the past few days, I started preparing to distance myself from her. Because the comfort level had been established over these few days, if things continued like this, she might start to see me as her spiritual lover, which would make it much more difficult to sleep with her. In order to successfully sleep with her, I planned to give her the cold shoulder for three days. During this period, I deliberately drove away early in the morning and pretended to be very busy when I got back to the project site, rarely communicating with her. In fact, I was secretly observing her mind. If ignoring her made her angry and she really stopped talking to me, then all my efforts would be wasted. At this stage, I only needed to make her feel a little uneasy, wondering if she had done something wrong that made me distance myself from her. Once she had this emotional turmoil, I would stop. After the initial cooling-off period, I spent another four to five days trying to understand her better. Before that, I explained why I had distanced myself from her recently, subtly hinting that I had been ignoring her because I had feelings for her and was afraid of disturbing her life, which was why I deliberately hid these feelings. This also subtly showed my affectionate side. She listened as if she didn't understand, unaware that I was deliberately creating a smokescreen to gradually win her over. Then, I gradually steered the conversation towards married life, since only she had the right to speak on it. So, she shared her views on her marriage, and under my gradual guidance, I... I learned that she used to work in Sichuan and loved to dance. Her husband was afraid she would do something inappropriate, so he sent her to Xinjiang. But when she got to Xinjiang, she worked on a construction site and found it all meaningless. She was very depressed, and her husband was often away from the site (he was a technician and often took measurements at another construction site). She didn't even have anyone to talk to at night... Hearing this, I knew my plan was halfway to success. Then, I used my usual conversational skills and sexually suggestive topics to target this kind of lonely woman. Gradually, we progressed to the point where we could have brief physical contact, and occasionally we could even hug. But I knew that success was still a long way off.
And so, we continued this ambiguous relationship. Finally, two days later, an opportunity arose. That day, our section's supervisor got drunk and knocked on her door that night (wanting to have sex with her). She wouldn't open it, so the supervisor kept banging on it. Everyone knew about it, but no one dared to say anything. Luckily, I hadn't left yet, so I went up and got a few workers to coax and trick the supervisor into going back to bed. Her husband found out about this and said that if she wasn't seducing someone, why would someone come knocking on her door at night? Anyway, they had a fight, and she felt wronged. Anyway, nothing happened that night. The next day, I came to the construction site and saw that she had dark circles under her eyes and bloodshot eyes. I knew today was my chance. Because she was a cook, she had to go shopping every few days. Usually, she would take a pickup truck. Today, I deliberately told her that I was going to buy some things and could give her a ride. Everyone thought it was normal and didn't suspect anything. I thought to myself, if you get in the car, you'll have one foot in my bed.
As expected, early in the morning, I drove her out of the construction site. On the way, I deliberately drove slowly, playing some sad music, and guided her to express her grievances. Gradually, the atmosphere became right, and she cried. I found an opportunity to stop the car, hugged her, and said I didn't want to see her so sad, that I was willing to suffer all the hardships for her to make her happy. She kept crying but didn't refuse my hug. Then, I went further and said that from the moment she comforted me, I knew I needed a woman like her, that I had fallen in love with her, and that I couldn't help myself, etc. She was a little surprised to hear this, but she still let me hug her. I took the opportunity to cup her face in my hands, looked into her eyes, and said, "Fang, look at me, okay? Look into my eyes" (this technique always works on married women). Then she looked at me, and we stared at each other for about 10 seconds. I kissed her, and she initially resisted a little. I said again, "Look at me, Fang, I love you." Then we kissed for about ten minutes, during which I touched her breasts. I let go of her and said, "Fang, that's enough. I just wanted you to know that I love you, that I'm willing to give everything for you, and that I just want you to be happy. Seeing you happy every day makes me happy." Anyway, we got back to the topic of caring for her. I drove her to the company headquarters to buy some things, and on the way, I bought her a small piece of jewelry, about 50 yuan, saying it was a gift for her, so she wouldn't suffer anymore. On the way back, I kept saying sentimental things to her. When we were almost at the construction site, I stopped the car and kissed her again. This time she cooperated. Afterwards, I told her, "At three o'clock this afternoon, I'll take you somewhere. Don't ask where we're going; just tell people you forgot to buy something. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I'll let you think about it. If you don't agree, just send me a text message without saying anything, and I'll understand and won't bother you anymore." After saying that, I drove back to the construction site around 11:00 AM. During this period, I deliberately avoided her because I knew I needed to let her think things through, to convince herself, and to find a reason for her infidelity. Only when she accepted me in her heart would my plan be complete. But if she didn't want to, I had a Plan B, though it would be a little more complicated. Around 2:40 PM, I deliberately started the car to remind her. Sure enough, about ten minutes later, she came out of her place and asked me to take her to buy something. I pretended to tell everyone that I had to finish my business before I could take her shopping, which might take a while. She said it was okay, she could come back later. All the workers at the construction site heard us, and no one would suspect we were going to have sex. So, without saying a word, I drove her back to her place in Qingshuihe. Neither of us spoke during the drive; I just played some music suitable for our intimate moments in the car.
When we arrived at our place, we closed the door and immediately embraced and kissed. We took off our clothes, turned on the air conditioner, and she very proactively extended her tongue, her hands already unbuckling my belt. I was surprised by her initiative; Fang usually seemed quite shy, so why was she being so forward? But my penis immediately "stood up" (probably because it had been too long since I'd been with a woman). Just as I started to take off my pants, she stopped! Turns out she was going to take a shower. After showering, she came out wearing only her underwear and then told me to go shower too. When I came back, she was already lying in bed. I quickly took off my underwear and we started a wet kiss. During the kiss, she proactively took off her bra, and I saw her breasts—about a C cup, quite perky, nice! And although she was already 34, her nipples were a rather light color, probably because her husband didn't use them much. I said, "Fang, I love you, I like you, can you give me a blowjob?" I pointed to my penis. She didn't say anything, just looked at me with an indescribable expression for a moment, then pulled down my underwear. She said no, but then grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth. Fang was very into the oral sex, blowing and licking, not missing either of my testicles, making smacking sounds! As I enjoyed it, I said comfortably, "Fang, when we're together, I'm your husband, okay?" She mumbled an agreement with my penis in her mouth. I called her my wife, and she responded. That's when I realized I had completely conquered her heart. My hand started to reach into her panties. She glanced at me, grinned mischievously, took off her panties, turned around and sat on top of me, saying, "Honey, I want you to suck my pussy too," and then continued to blow-dry enthusiastically. I saw it was 69! So I started licking her clitoris. Her entire lower body was already soaked. Her panties were thrown next to me, and I could clearly see a large puddle of fluid on them. Her vulva was probably of a more traditional Eastern woman's style, with not much hair. Her brown labia minora were quite large, protruding outside the labia majora, open, revealing the entrance to her vagina. She started moaning, and the sound grew louder and louder as she blew harder, her words becoming increasingly lewd: "Husband, I love you," "I want to marry you, husband..." At first, I felt a little awkward, but soon I felt very satisfied. Less than 10 minutes later, she said, "I can't take it anymore, husband, come in quickly!" I said, "I'll give you a special privilege, you can fuck me." Fang said coquettishly that she didn't want to, but she couldn't resist me, so she turned around, supported herself on the bed with one hand, grabbed my penis with the other, and sat down on me. Her upper body was vertical, and the range of her movements was something I had never seen before. She kept rubbing her breasts with both hands, and kept saying things like "Oh, husband... husband, fuck me!" I felt a double stimulation of touch and hearing, and for a moment I was worried that I would ejaculate very quickly! But I was in a good state that day. A few minutes later, she suddenly stopped thrusting and made "oh oh" sounds. At the same time, I felt a force in her vagina pushing my penis out. I thought maybe she had an orgasm! I thrust my hips up, filling her completely. Then she leaned over and climbed on top of me. I could feel her heavy breathing and the trembling of her body and vagina. I said, "Honey, did you have an orgasm?" Fang nodded and hummed in agreement. I knew she was still immersed in her orgasm, so I hugged her and kept telling her how beautiful she was. My penis was still inside her. After about a minute, I said, "Honey, are you done yet?" She propped herself up slightly on the bed with her hands, blushed, and said, "Honey, I haven't felt this good in a long time. It's all your fault for going in so deep. I feel so good." I asked, "You're already satisfied, but I haven't come yet. What should we do now?" Fang said, "Do whatever you want. Do whatever you want." Hearing this, I suddenly felt like I had conquered her body, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I patted her buttocks to make her get off, then, holding her thighs, I thrust all the way in using the traditional position. She also grabbed my waist tightly with both hands and pinched me hard! I told her not to pinch so hard, that we didn't have any deep-seated hatred. Fang blushed and scolded me, saying it was all because of my bad behavior and disobedience. We fought like this for more than ten minutes. When I felt I was about to climax, I asked Fang if I could ejaculate inside her. She said she didn't have an IUD. I asked my wife, "I want to ejaculate in your mouth, okay?" She initially refused, but I thrust into her a few times harder, and she finally agreed. I continued thrusting, and the sounds of our bodies coming together became more and more obvious. I looked down and saw that the sheets were soaked. About five more minutes passed, and I felt it was about time. I put my penis in her mouth and said, "Wife, I'm about to come. It's up to you now." She immediately took it in and started blowing hard. Strangely enough, I didn't feel like ejaculating anymore. She blew for two or three minutes without ejaculating. I said, "Let me try again." She stared at me and said, "Really? You're that good?" I laughed and said, "Silly wife, your technique isn't good enough. Let's change positions. You roll over and crawl on the bed, and I'll do it to you from behind." Fang said that all men like to do it this way. She lay down on the bed, hands on the bed, her upper body parallel to the bed. I approached from behind, aimed at her vagina, and thrust in all the way. As I thrust, I kept adjusting my position. I then positioned her upper body at an angle to the bed, her buttocks raised high, exposing her entire anus and vagina to me. Looking at her anus, I couldn't resist the urge to penetrate, so I asked her, "Wife, I want to try from behind, is that okay?" She said, "Why don't you try? I don't know if I can get in." I asked, "Have you ever done this before?" She said, "My husband has, but it's been a long time." Then she reached behind her, ran two fingers around her vagina, smeared her vaginal fluid on her anus, and then inserted two fingers into her anus, repeating this several times. She said, "Okay, you can try." I first inserted my penis into her vagina, moving it left and right, up and down a few times to get more lubrication from her vaginal fluid, and then aimed at her anus, slowly inserting it! But it was too tight inside. I could only insert the head of my penis and couldn't go any further. My foreskin was pulled painfully, so I gave up, saying, "Never mind, I can't get in." She said there was no lubrication, so she figured it wouldn't go in, and we could try again next time. I said, "Isn't next time the same?" She said she had a way. "Don't worry, as long as it's possible, I'll definitely let you in." I said, "Then it's settled!" And we continued with doggy style... Finally, I felt the final moment was approaching. Remembering she said I couldn't ejaculate inside, I pulled my penis out and rubbed it against her buttocks. With a deep growl, I ejaculated. The first time wasn't much, it hit her buttocks. She lay on the bed, turning her head to see me ejaculate, but the second time was much more plentiful and powerful, it hit the hair next to her right ear, and the third time hit her right cheek. I felt very embarrassed.
After the battle, I helped her dry off my semen and then helped her wipe her genitals. She was a little touched and said, "You're not only gentle, but also very considerate. My husband never helps me wipe my genitals!" Fang also told me that she felt like she was about to have a second orgasm soon after her first, but she kept holding back. I asked her why? She said she felt embarrassed because she had two orgasms during our first time having sex. I said, "Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to have another one?" She said, "Yes, I did." When I ejaculated, she wanted to watch, but when she turned around, she saw my semen shooting onto her face. She couldn't control herself and immediately orgasmed.
This was my first time with Fang. The whole process made me feel that all my previous efforts had been worthwhile. After all, prostitutes would never let you enjoy sex so freely and cooperatively, and I even tried anal sex once. Actually, we had more sex that afternoon, but it wasn't as exciting as the first time.
After that first time, in the project department, when no one was around, I always liked to touch her breasts. She didn't say anything. Sometimes I would steal a kiss from her, and she would pretend to be angry. Those who haven't slept with her think she's conservative, but only I know how wanton and seductive she is in bed. Unfortunately, we only had a chance to spend half a day together once or twice a month. After all, arousing suspicion wouldn't be good for her, or for either of us. She was also the first woman I slept with on the construction site. Counting the time, from planning to actually sleeping with her, it probably took about 17 days. Looking back, it was worth it. I'm writing this partly to share some casual conversation, and partly to reminisce about Fang and the days I spent in Xinjiang.

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