An ill-fated relationship with a middle-aged woman

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I've been in Shanghai for six years now, and in those six years, I've experienced a lot, both professionally and personally. But the most unforgettable experience, all at once, was a tragic affair with a woman around the same age as my parents. This has always been a heavy burden on my heart, and today I'm finally mustering the courage to speak out, hoping to find some relief in the future. I work in finance. It was around late 2003 or early 2004. Due to the continuous stock market downturn, my career was in turmoil, and I was working as a salesperson at a consulting firm, just getting by. Anyone familiar with this industry knows that financial salespeople are all about deception. They try every possible way to get people to pay money, promising guaranteed profits beforehand, and saying that with their great reputation, they wouldn't risk it for one member. Our company had a very good reputation nationwide at the time. Our office was located in Lujiazui. So, many stock market investors across the country easily fell into our trap after we started persuading them. However, as the number of members increased, they would call to tell me how badly they had lost money, some even crying and cursing. They explained that if they were buying on their own, they wouldn't increase their positions, and even if they made a mistake, they would cut their losses. But because we were an institution, they trusted us and bought with our entire portfolio, resulting in huge losses, and they didn't know what to do. So I questioned the credibility and competence of our organization. Now I understand, if they were truly so good at understanding the stock market, why would they need to recruit members? They could buy and sell themselves and be the richest person in the world by now. While I was hesitating, I met a female member from Shanghai. At first, I just talked to her about stocks and market trends. Then, I would show her some concern, such as not being sad about the losses, and that life is about finding happiness in the future. She said she had depression and had thought about suicide many times. But as we interacted more, she gradually became more cheerful, and I often heard her laughing on the phone. She and her husband were a second marriage; both had married and divorced before getting together. She said her relationship was very bad. At first, he indulged her every whim. But after they got married, the man changed. He was from out of town, and because of her connections, his current success was basically due to her help. At that time, I was also disheartened with my job. So I was happy to listen to her vent. Perhaps, for a lonely woman, having a loyal listener is like a lifeline. Her husband rarely spent time with her. It seemed they had been separated for a long time. Gradually, we started talking on the phone more often. At first, it was a little about stocks. Slowly, the tone changed. She started saying she was 38 and asked what I thought of women of that age. I complimented her, saying that this age is the most beautiful time of a woman's life—mature, charming, beautiful but not frivolous. She laughed happily after hearing this, half-jokingly, half-seriously asking if I would like to meet this charming woman. I hesitated for a moment. But, not wanting to refuse her, I said I would definitely meet her when I had the chance. Because she also lived in Pudong, seeing me was very convenient. Finally, one day, she called me and said she'd wait for me at the riverside promenade. I told her I wouldn't get off work until very late. She said she'd wait for me, and if I didn't come, she'd jump into the river. I was startled. Although I knew she was joking, I still went to our agreed meeting place after get off work. When we met, I was shocked because she looked much older than she had initially claimed. But seeing her panicked eyes, I couldn't bear to turn and run away, so I pretended to be very friendly and sat down with her on a bench by the river to chat. As we talked, she suddenly took my hand. I felt extremely awkward, but I was too embarrassed to pull my hand away. Then she leaned against me shyly. I suddenly didn't know what to do. After that meeting, she said she had very good feelings for me. I just felt sorry for her love life and thought she was too old. I also lied and said I felt pretty good. Then we started texting and calling every day, taking up almost all of my time. Then she often bought me things; every time I saw her, it was either shoes or clothes. I didn't know how to refuse. Besides, for someone like me with a mediocre salary, it made me happy to receive small designer gifts. And she was a woman, someone else's wife. Naturally, there was a little vanity. Several times, when I called her, a man answered. I knew it was her husband. As soon as he heard I was looking for her, he hung up the phone rudely without saying a word. When she called back, she cried on the phone, saying that the man was mean to her, and so on. Every time she cried, my heart softened, and I would try my best to comfort her, tease her, until she laughed. Whenever she called me, she would often have her daughter talk to me. Her daughter was about ten years old, and she would always sweetly call me "brother." She said meeting me was the happiest thing in her life and hoped to be my friend for life. Then she started talking about her background. It turned out she was an orphan, abandoned by her parents at a young age and then adopted. She said she desperately wanted to find her biological parents and ask them why they abandoned her. Hearing this, I felt even more sorry for her. Finally, one day, she insisted I come to her house, repeatedly emphasizing that her husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for three days. A feeling stirred within me; I had a feeling something might happen between us. When I got off the bus at their place, it started raining. Unable to find her house, I stood in the rain outside a shopping mall. As soon as she heard where I was and that I didn't have an umbrella, she immediately told me to stay there. Three minutes after she came to meet me, a white car pulled up in front of us. She rolled down the window, smiled, and said, "Silly, come in." When we arrived at her house, she warmly wiped the rain off me and then led me into her room. Her family was all out. She told me to rest while she went to take a shower. So I sat on her bed watching TV. Her house was very luxurious. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there watching TV like an idiot, my mind a mess. I had a feeling something was going to happen. A few minutes later, she came out, wearing a thin silk nightgown. Although she was older, her full body was still very alluring, her nipples were erect, and I could vaguely see her pubic area. For a young man who had been repressed for a long time, that kind of visual impact was enough. I immediately got an erection, and my face started to burn. She seemed to think it was nothing. Then she told me to take a shower. I quickly took a shower and came out to see her lying on the bed, the lights were off. The TV was flickering. She looked at me with a half-smile, and without thinking, I lay down next to her. My heart was pounding, and I didn't have much experience in that area. Then she hugged me, and I rolled over onto her. She was already completely naked, and I quickly stripped myself off. But I couldn't find a good spot, no matter how I tried. She smiled smugly, then focused my attention and guided me to her most tender spot. The moment I entered her, she let out a satisfied moan. I felt incredibly good too. Although she was older and her body was more relaxed, a woman's private parts are infinitely more pleasurable, both psychologically and tactilely, than your own hands, no matter what. Because she was taller, I lay on top of her and moved rapidly. As my speed increased, she began to moan loudly. Then, strangely enough, I went soft without ejaculating, probably because I was nervous. She hugged me tightly, satisfied, and told me to rest. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up, I saw a woman next to me, looking at me. I was already hard. I changed positions and started thrusting again, this time with a little more experience. I began to experience more pleasure, and she rested her head on the pillow, moaning passionately. Watching this woman, about twenty years older than me, being conquered by me, I truly didn't know whether she had conquered me or I had conquered her. As the pleasure intensified, her body began to tremble, and she cried out, "Oh, oh, so good." Finally, as I climaxed, she cried out. After everything calmed down, she rested her head on my chest and told me how satisfied she was, how wonderful it was to be young. She sighed. The moment I stepped out of her house that time, I regretted it. I felt like she had taken advantage of me. But she was happy, thinking this was just the beginning. However, I didn't think so. How could I, so young, do this kind of thing with a woman so much older than me? And she told me that she was actually over forty and often felt depressed, and she started deliberately avoiding my calls. At first, she was very nervous, but later she didn't call me much anymore, only occasionally sending me text messages. Then she even told me she had a daughter who was about my age and introduced her to me. I suddenly felt like I'd swallowed a fly. After that, I changed jobs and my phone number. I thought I needed a fresh start. She was just like a sex education teacher to me. Before her, I'd only had a few rough sexual experiences. But after that, I learned how to please a woman.

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