Having sex with my subordinate's wife 0102

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(Chapter 1: Getting to Know Her)
Due to salary issues, I resigned from a company in city A and became
a senior executive at another company in city B. I was responsible for the company's operations, from product development to procurement, production, quality control, warehousing, and logistics
.
During work, I met a woman in one of the departments. In our company
, everyone except the chairman, regardless of gender, had to wear a uniform—a very outdated
gray with two chest pockets, the same style for both men and women
. It made it impossible to discern a person's figure or demeanor. There were also rules against men wearing shorts and women wearing short skirts. So initially,
I didn't give her a second glance, but she gave me reports to sign every day, so I took a few photos of her.
On one occasion, a company project was behind schedule due to unforeseen circumstances, and she
was her part was crucial to the project's timely completion, I made a special
trip from my office to her workplace. It was already 1 a.m. (She was in a small
room with strict environmental requirements—constant temperature and humidity, and only authorized personnel could access it by card.)
When I entered, she was playing on her phone. Upon seeing me, she quickly put it away nervously and approached me. "
Vice President XX, this is the final test; the results will be in ten minutes," she said, looking at me. Only then did I
truly appreciate her features. She had a delicate, slightly oval face, long eyelashes, well-defined lips, and fair, firm skin.
Even without makeup, she possessed a youthful and girlish charm.
Her eyes were adorable, and perhaps because of the late night, they were slightly red, which only enhanced her cuteness. More importantly, she exuded
a natural girlish aura that stirred my imagination.
After I finished examining her, I didn't mention her looking at her phone anymore. I told her okay, and
to finish the report as soon as the results were out. She gave a very cute "Oh." Then she still looked at me tenderly.
Because of her work clothes, I couldn't tell her figure. To be precise, besides being slim,
I couldn't estimate her bust size, but it was definitely there because her clothes made it look fuller.
...
Later, I naturally added her on WeChat and learned about her situation. She was born in the 90s. After graduating,
at a rather naive age, she followed her family's arrangement and married a very dull man, who was my subordinate's subordinate!
That is to say, I was with her husband every day at work. They had been married for a year and didn't have children.
The girl wasn't happy and often argued. After an argument, she would always move to the company apartment
, while I always lived in the company apartment because of work. Every time we got to know each other better, she would
slowly complain to me about her husband, but of course, it was just a casual venting. One evening, she texted me; we'd
had another fight. I had just returned from a business trip and hadn't eaten yet. Since I was going
to eat come with me. She agreed, but told me to wait 20 minutes.
Fine, it was already 10 pm, so I went back to my apartment to shower and change into casual clothes.
She was waiting for me at the intersection a few hundred meters from my office. When she arrived, I was quite surprised: a white silk suit,
knee-length, long hair flowing naturally, the neckline of the dress plunging just to her cleavage. Her breasts were firm and
petite, but I could definitely feel the cleavage. She sat in the front seat, and the dress rode up a bit,
revealing her fair thighs—tight and shapely, slender but not bony. A
natural, youthful scent wafted towards me, accelerating my hormones.
We were originally going to a well-known late-night food stall nearby, but I changed my mind and told her we should
go to a Western restaurant instead! She didn't object, and being a man, I naturally understood. I stepped on the gas and
drove to a relatively secluded coffee shop nearby. We ordered our food there, around 10:50 PM. During that time, my attentive and caring words,
my constant concern and concern, filled her with joy. Time flew by, and it was already midnight
. I told her we didn't have to go back, but she said no. She was adamant.
What to do? I had to find a way to stall for time. I suggested we sit in the car and find a place
to talk. She said it was too late and she had to go back, so I only said we could talk for a little while, and she agreed. I immediately paid the bill,
started the car, and drove to the end of an unpaved road. I stopped and turned off all the car lights… We slowly started talking about
her graduating from school, marrying her current husband, and how unhappy she was. I only praised her husband and
comforted her, occasionally touching his hand or leg—that tight, smooth feeling only
a young girl could have. Time passed slowly, and it was already 1 a.m. Throughout the conversation, she urged me to take her
home quickly, but I kept making excuses, always wanting to know more about her and asking her to tell me. I suggested
we n't be good if her colleagues saw us. Later, I said I knew
a place far away where no colleagues went, and besides, it was so late. If we went to the company one after the other so late,
wouldn't that be like protesting too much?
At this point, I could see a look of confusion and a hint of fear on her face, suggesting
she wasn't a promiscuous woman. On the way to the hotel, she kept regretting her actions, and finally asked me to take her home,
which my boyfriend, of course, refused. When we arrived at the hotel, a comical scene unfolded. There were no single rooms left; it was too late. Only
a deluxe double room was available. Without a word, I said, "Let's go." Her face suddenly turned red, then white, and she glared at me several times, saying, "Why don't
we go back? The hotel staff might think we're a couple."
I finally managed to coax her into taking me to the room, and I went to take a shower. After I came out, she gave me
a serious lecture (meaning we were both adults and couldn't do this; she herself didn't
know she or I could control ourselves). She hadn't showered and was sitting alone on a stool, making a pact with me—
no touching her, etc. I agreed to everything. We were both exhausted, so we went to our respective beds. She wouldn't
take off her clothes or shower, and she stood with her back to me. After a quarter of an hour, half an hour, I asked her if she was asleep. She said, "Please
take me home, please!"
The guy, having run out of ideas, turned off the light... About half an hour later, he asked, "Are you sleeping?" She immediately replied,
"No, my stomach hurts." The guy saw his chance and jumped from my bed to hers, lying down
face-to-face . He leaned close and asked with concern, "Is it serious? Do you need to see a doctor?" She was immediately startled.
She panicked and pushed me away, saying, "Don't do this! I'm fine, go sleep over there."...
She rejected all my excuses. Finally, I had to hold her as we fell asleep. That night, she was very wary of me; after all, she
knew what I was thinking. I pretended to rub her stomach and slipped my hand under her clothes, touching her skin. I was pleasantly surprised;
her skin was incredibly smooth and firm, with no excess fat on her lower abdomen. Compared to older women, like those in their 30s,
her firm and smooth skin aroused me. I slowly moved my hand up to her bra and down to
her . When I tried to go deeper, she pushed me away. We remained like this all night until the next morning
...
Although I didn't succeed that night, it strengthened my resolve.
In the following days, I offered her a lot of help on WeChat, at work, and in life,
giving her positive encouragement. One night, she suddenly asked me what I liked about her! This girl
was incredibly naive. Having been through many relationships, I naturally knew what she wanted to hear. I answered directly, "I don't like you,
I've fallen in love with you." She was very satisfied with this answer. From the way she looked at me at work the day after our conversation,
and the breakfast she brought me, my heart couldn't contain itself any longer. During that time, I asked her out shopping and to dinner many times at night!
Every time, we would hold hands, kiss, and she would touch my breasts and thighs, but she wouldn't let me touch her anywhere else. Of course, she didn't object to
anything else . And she would always tell me, "I'm not ready yet!" Looking at her sexy
almond-shaped eyes made my heart itch. But after all, we worked in the same company, and her husband was my subordinate, so I couldn't use underhanded methods
.
(Chapter Two: Island Trip)
Gradually, I also discovered that she really liked to have fun, especially to play around. Because of income and time constraints, plus
her dull husband who didn't understand romance, I finally realized that she really wanted to travel. I thought this was
an opportunity I couldn't let slip. No matter what, I had to break through the last barrier first, establish a sexual relationship,
and then slowly train her.
I asked her on WeChat where she wanted to go, and she said anywhere was fine, she just wanted to get away for a while. I asked if the beach was okay,
and she said yes. I asked if XX scenic area was okay, and she said she really wanted to go to the beach, so she subtly said she still
wanted to go to the beach. I, being the guy I am, chose a semi-open island. I had taken a young woman
there before, and because it was dozens of kilometers from the mainland, there was no signal at the foot of the mountain by the sea; you could only get
a signal at the top. This gave me an even better opportunity. I booked the tickets, hotel, and other arrangements for the two days and
two nights at the scenic area in advance, and everything was settled.
A few days before departure, I told her I needed to buy some things and also to check how she had told her husband!
I dragged her to buy him a swimsuit, and I bought her a white suit dress, some skincare products, sunscreen
, etc.
I also bought her a lot of food. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the factory or to her rented apartment (she and her husband lived in a rented apartment).
She said she wanted to go back, so I drove her to an intersection not far from her apartment. Before getting out of the car, she gave me a
kiss.
Then she went back, blushing.
That night, she secretly texted me, saying that her mother was in XX city, and she had told her husband that she was going to her mother's
city, and that she had also spoken to her mother about it! When I saw this, I finally felt relieved. And
the city where her mother lived was the same city where I bought my apartment, which is my home. When I told her this news, she was incredibly excited, saying that she could now hitch a ride with me to her mother's place, and then we could be together
legitimately . At 7 a.m. as agreed, I waited for her at XX location. When I saw her, my eyes lit up. It was clear she had been meticulously made up and dressed; "sexy" was an understatement. She wore moderately high-heeled white sandals, a white skirt that reached her thighs, and no stockings, revealing her smooth, delicate, and fair skin. There was no visible hair or veins on her legs. She wore a low-cut t-shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. She wore a sun hat, and her hair was styled in two long braids in front of her. She carried a small backpack and a shopping bag. At this point, any guy's heart would leap out of his chest. I put my things in the back seat and got in the front. We went to a charming restaurant for breakfast first, then set off with my phone's navigation and music on. When I got in the car, I deliberately tested her. I said, "It's a long way , could I adjust your seat a little further back?" Because the car was on her right, I had to lean on her to reach it. She didn't seem to mind and adjusted the seat slowly, so that I wouldn't smell her natural, youthful scent. This immediately aroused me. Her face flushed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with emotion, and she was at a loss. We listened to music and chatted as we drove, a journey of over two hours before finally arriving at a pier. After parking the car, I got out and saw no travel agencies or tourists waiting there. I thought to myself, "This is where I boarded the ship last time. I booked tickets online this time—could I have been scammed?" I quickly called the booking number… busy! Still busy… Finally, I got through, but no one answered. I glanced at my watch—only twenty-odd minutes until departure . I couldn't contain myself any longer. After asking the local fishermen, they said I could just board the boat and have my ticket checked when it departs. I thought to myself, there aren't even offices here, let alone internet access for my e-ticket. I wondered how they would check it; I didn't have any other options, so I just waited. About five minutes before departure, someone in a corner of the pier shouted through a megaphone, "XX Island, the boat departs at 11 o'clock!" We rushed over excitedly. I showed my e-ticket on my phone, and a local woman checking tickets took out her phone, entered the verification code shown in picture X, and that was it—boarding! Despite the little hiccup, we boarded smoothly. We chose a window seat , and soon the boat started moving, setting off with a roar of the engine! She was incredibly excited and happy along the way. It was clear she hadn't relaxed like this in a long time, hadn't had time to herself, and hadn't done what she wanted to do. About ten minutes after leaving the island, one of the few out-of-towners in our group saw countless small fish leaping in the water as our boat passed, which thrilled . She screamed, took pictures, and hugged me, saying, "Look, look!" The boat sailed for about fifty minutes before reaching the island's disembarkation point. From there, we had to take a minibus from one side of the island to the other, because our disembarkation point had no beach or hotel, only cliffs.

And there were very few seafood farmers. Then we took a bus for several tens of minutes to the other side, and after getting off, it
was another ten-minute walk. Once we arrived, we checked into a hotel (there are only three places to stay on the island, all
run by locals). I had booked a honeymoon suite in advance, a room facing the sea with a three-seater red sofa and
a heart-shaped bed. As soon as we entered, I noticed her face flushed, and she deliberately avoided my
gaze. To ease the tension and give her enough time to adjust, I said that this was the first time I'd invited her out,
and I was with my beloved, hoping to leave a good impression. She then playfully punched me with her fist and said, "You're
so naughty!" After putting our things away, I let her adjust to the environment and prepare to accept me. Then I said, "How about we
go have ?" She immediately agreed and we went to the hotel restaurant next door. She ordered shrimp, crab, sandworms, vegetables, and so on. I could
tell she wasn't as reserved as before, but there was a tenderness in her eyes. The afternoon activity was
swimming after 3 pm when the tide went out, and catching crabs on the beach at night. Because the area is quite pristine, I saw many crab footprints on the beach before we even entered
the hotel . After lunch, I said to her, "It's still early,
and the midday sun is too strong. Let's go back to the hotel and rest first, and then go to the beach and swim in the afternoon." She looked at me
affectionately and said, "Okay!"
Back at the hotel, I took a shower first, and then I let her take a shower. We then looked at the sea view, watched TV, and
ate snacks in the room. I casually mentioned that she hadn't tried on that swimsuit yet! She said, "You always try to take advantage of others," and took it
to take a shower. From the frosted glass-like outline of her skin, I could see the curves of her figure, and
her breasts, though not large, were very firm, which made me very aroused! To avoid unnecessary embarrassment, I turned off all the lights
except for a red wall lamp, dimmed the brightness, and turned the TV volume up to the volume of my voice. Thinking back,
all those previous opportunities to be together, she wouldn't let me have sex with her. At most, we'd hold hands, kiss, and touch
her thighs—to be precise, I'd never really touched her breasts properly. It's possible that her husband is my subordinate, and she
's my subordinates; perhaps it was out of concern. Besides, she's definitely not a very promiscuous girl. From
our last time alone together until now, more than six months have passed, and countless times I've asked her out alone, with opportunities to do things
, but she's always refused. This time, leaving that city, leaving the company, leaving her husband, coming here,
perhaps she's completely free of worries, completely open. I don't know how much time passed, but she peeked out wearing
a swimsuit and a towel, saying, "Don't laugh at me." As a pervert, I knew she probably
lacked confidence. I hoped I wouldn't disappoint her, so I said very seriously, "I promise I won't laugh at you," and then she
came out, blushing. I went over and took her hand, looking her up and down. She was about 1.62 meters tall, with
a towel tied around her breasts. As she walked, the towel swayed, and the slight tremor revealed
the firmness and resilience of her breasts. I swallowed hard. Then, holding her hand, I said, "Be careful not to fall."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and I said, "Take off your towel! You'll be wearing it later anyway."
I pulled her up, then wrapped my arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear, "You're so beautiful,"
before untying her towel. Because her swimsuit was a short skirt style, a tight-fitting tube top that
hugged her round, firm buttocks, her flat stomach was smooth and without any excess fat, extending
beautifully to her breasts. Her breasts were truly breasts, unlike some women who have accessory breast tissue
that requires effort to create cleavage. Perhaps due to her lack of experience, the swimsuit pressed directly against her breasts, yet they
remained firm and prominent! Unlike some women whose clothes ride up, you could tell hers weren't adjusted properly! Even though they weren't
adjusted, she still looked incredibly shapely. My boyfriend praised her, or rather, she truly
was a rare beauty.
After hugging her from behind for a moment, she remained motionless, tilting her head to the side. She softly said, "Let's rest for a bit!"
Then I pulled her along, saying, "Why don't you go change into your pajamas?" She said "Okay" and went into the bathroom to change.
After changing, she went straight to the heart-shaped bed. I immediately went to her and helped her lift the covers. With the air conditioning on its lowest setting,
it was clearly a bit cool, so I lay down next to her, holding her! She had her back to me! I started touching
her body through her pajamas; her smooth skin seemed to be lubricated. As my hands moved up and down,
the pajamas moved up and down with them. Slowly, I slipped my hand under the hem of her pajamas, and she took my hand, saying, "
How about tonight?" People could hear us during the day. She looked so childish, so innocent! I said it's okay, let's keep our voices down,
the TV's on, the sound will drown it out. But she still grabbed my hand. I gently
pulled her hand that was holding mine, and she noticed, pulling my hand with her other hand. I could only hold her
other hand, and we interlocked our fingers. Slowly, I touched her hand and found her palm was very smooth, it was
sweaty! And I could feel the amount of sweat, which showed she was unusually nervous. At that moment, I thought:
We've been married for a year, could she still be a virgin? Why is she like this? But I thought, well, I'm already hers, no
rush! So we lay there in this awkward silence. I said to her, "Why don't you turn over?" She said, "No."
After a moment, I pulled my hand away from her pajamas, hugged her from behind, and
pressed , letting her feel my size through her pajamas and underwear. At this moment, her relaxed
legs and body tensed up with tension. My palms were even wetter as I pressed against her through her pajamas and underwear. She didn't
manage it; her clasped hands gripped mine even tighter, sweat beading on her palms. I reached for her panties,
but she almost lost control, grabbing them tightly with one hand and saying no. Seeing that it wasn't working down there, I released her clasped hands and reached out
to caress her breasts. I usually touched them through her bra, but today I touched them through her pajamas. I grasped her entire breast
in my hand; there was still some room to squeeze in, but they were very firm and resilient.
The elasticity of a young girl's breasts and the feedback from the hard lump in the middle told me that this area hadn't been explored much.
Then I lifted my head slightly from behind and kissed her earlobe, slowly licking the base of her ear. I heard her groan softly
, and she reached out and grabbed one of my hands, holding it tightly. "Mmm...no...what are you doing?" It was
obvious I had found one of her sensitive spots. Then she turned over and lay on her back, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking at me
and then at the ceiling. I whispered, "I love you so much, you make me unable to control myself! If I just lie beside you..."
"So, even if I'm a man, I still love you, right?" Then she pouted, turned to look at me, kissed me twice on the cheek
, and said, "Go to sleep, I'm tired." I said, "Sleeping is fine, but I want you to face me. I'll hold you while we sleep!
" She then said, "I really can't do anything with you!" Then she decisively turned around. In that instant, I saw her two breasts tremble
a few times, as if beckoning to me. So, I held her, she held me, and I pressed against her. My hands
gently stroked her back, touched her buttocks, touched her underwear, and slowly pulled down her pants. She didn't object, but
she didn't arch her body to let me pull them down either. I pulled them down forcefully, and slowly I kissed her lips. She didn't
welcome me, but just let me kiss her. With my other hand, I slowly and gently touched one of her
breasts from under her pajamas. Slowly, she let out a soft "Mmm..." from deep in her throat, her body occasionally twisting and occasionally stiffening. I
whispered in her ear, "Darling, I will love you." She replied, "I know, um..."
Her hand, kneading her breasts, gently flicked her tiny nipples, which were no bigger than soybeans, and she began to respond to my warm kisses. I continued to caress her other
breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. Um... her body began to writhe more frequently! I pulled down her
pajama bottoms and underwear together, and then gently said, "Darling, lift your head
a little." She slowly lifted her buttocks, and I pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear all at once, taking them off. I began to stroke her from her lower abdomen down to her private area! Her
hand touched her pubic hair; it wasn't much, but it was concentrated in a triangular strip above her vulva!
I slowly stroked downwards, spreading her legs! Then I took
off , kissing her the whole time! I finally climbed onto her body! She shyly squinted her almond-shaped eyes! From
deep in her throat, she let out a moan of "um... um... um..." She tried to keep her legs from spreading too wide, so that I
wouldn't move too much. I unbuttoned her pajamas, not rushing down there, but gently stroking
her inner thighs with my hand, slowly moving upwards until I reached the hairy area. I adjusted my position and looked down;
her labia were naturally parted, and I could vaguely see glistening vaginal fluid at the entrance, about the size of a soybean.
My hand touched her opening, gently stroking it from there. She immediately shifted her hips slightly, groaning…
After a few strokes, I finally found her clitoris and slowly began to rub it back and forth. "Grumble… groan… it's
so full, no… don't…" she groaned, her body twisting and reaching for my hand. I thought she would pull away, but
unexpectedly , she pressed my hand against her opening, her legs trembling (later, when I asked her, she said she
almost had an orgasm). The time was ripe. I stood up and thrust my enormous penis against her. This time, unlike before, she
did keep her legs closed; instead, she naturally parted them, her cheeks flushed, her almond-shaped eyes tightly shut, biting
her lower lip! I really wanted to thrust all the way in. First, I rubbed the head of my penis against her opening and clitoris. After a few rounds
, her body twisted more frequently and with greater amplitude, still occasionally positioning her opening against my glans,
as if beckoning for my entry. I gently took her hand, grasped my penis, and placed it near her entrance,
making her misunderstand that I was rubbing it against the opening because I couldn't find the right spot. Ignoring her girlish shyness, she
adjusted her position, moving her vagina around, and then quickly pulled my hand towards her
, giving me this signal. I leaned down and slowly pushed into her vagina. When half the head of my penis was inside
, she let out a soft "Ah..." I slowly lowered myself, kissing her gently and asking, "Darling, I love you,
I'm coming!" She didn't answer, just nodded quickly. I thrust my hips in, penetrating more than halfway. She
immediately pushed my hand away. I understood what she meant; perhaps my angle was wrong and I was hurting her. I stopped immediately
and asked, "Did I hurt you?" She nodded again, then shifted her body upwards, spreading her legs wider.
She then used her hand to pull me towards her body instead of pushing me away. I naturally understood what she meant! With a thrust of my lower body,
it slid in completely. She clutched me tightly, moaning softly, her hips undulating. I
felt my large penis being tightly enveloped, her vaginal fluids making thrusting incredibly easy. I pulled out, slowly
inserting the glans, pulling out again, only inserting the glans, repeating this several times. Then, with a sudden, full thrust,
she almost bounced up in response, moaning, "Ah...ah..." By then, she had become accustomed to
my large penis, straddling me and thrusting rapidly, each time going all the way in. The sounds of our genitals
rubbing , accompanied by soft moans, filled the air. She trembled all over, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, gazing at me with affection. What
surprised me most was when she climaxed, tightly... She gripped me tightly, her vagina contracting rhythmically.
This was the first time I'd ever seen such a reaction from a woman I'd been with countless times, and it was incredibly satisfying.
During I thrust in and out rapidly a dozen times, penetrating deeply to the very depths. Her legs clamped tightly around me, her whole body trembling
for a moment before I ejaculated... Exhausted and relaxed, I whispered, "Honey, were you satisfied?" She hesitated
for a moment and said, "Mmm!!!"...
I don't usually use condoms. After we finished, we rested for a few minutes. I got off her,
placed some tissues near her opening, and said, "Let's go wash up!" She didn't say anything, but
went to the bathroom with me. I gently washed her, and she gently washed me too! I asked her if she was in her safe period,
and she said she didn't know! This made me a little hesitant, but looking at the newlywed woman I'd worked so hard to win over after six months,
I decided to treat my little brother well without a condom.
After showering, we sat for a while, until after 3 a.m., and spent over 40 minutes in bed together. We planned to go
swimming at the beach, but since the area wasn't fully developed, there were no changing rooms. So, after changing into our swimsuits at the hotel, we
wrapped towels and walked to the beach hand-in-hand. All the men along the way stared at her,
casting envious glances my way. When we got to the beach, I went in first. Although the sun was strong, the seawater was still a bit cold. She
can't swim, so I held her hand and helped her take off her towel. The moment everyone looked at her, of course, I was already
thinking about how to conquer this young woman that night. I took her into the water and taught her the basics of swimming,
holding her and showing her some movements, but she didn't improve and even swallowed some seawater.
Swimming is very tiring, and teaching someone who can't swim is even more exhausting! We soaked in the water for
about an hour before suggesting we get out and go back to rest…

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