My affair with the Audi-wearing woman is over.

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I remember it was sometime in December 2008. I was invited to a
New . Because the clients came from various fields and places, the organizers
randomly assigned seats at some tables. She, who was also invited, coincidentally sat
next to .
After we sat down, unlike typical product presentations or meetings, most of the guests weren't very
willing to introduce themselves. They would only occasionally say something trivial to liven things up, and most people would
chat with the people next to them.
In this situation, she and I naturally started talking. Since it was our first meeting, the topics naturally
included things like the economic situation and investment opportunities. Frankly, she
didn't have much knowledge in these areas, and we often had to change the subject before we could delve deeper.
However, during the conversation, I at least got a preliminary impression of her appearance: she looked to be in her thirties
, about 160 cm tall, and slim.
What impressed me most was her pair of strikingly beautiful, fox-like eyes (she even said many people say her eyes
are captivating). Because it was a banquet, she was dressed elegantly, clearly intentionally styled to
accentuate .
Her voice was incredibly sweet, like a woman in her early twenties with added maturity and charm.
There were three women at our table, and she was the most dazzling. I was fortunate to be near her
, which gave me more opportunities to interact.
Although she wasn't very knowledgeable about economics and finance, she was quite interested in financial management, and it was
obvious she had developed a liking for me. Naturally, I exchanged contact information.
After the banquet, I kept thinking about her, but feeling it would be presumptuous to ask her out too soon, I
patiently waited half a month before finally calling her. Of course, I couldn't say I missed her; instead, I made an excuse about a good investment
opportunity and asked her to meet. Sure enough, she readily agreed.
This was our first meeting alone, and we arranged to meet at Starbucks. She arrived at the appointed time.
Although we had met before, it was still our first time meeting, so
we a little reserved. To break the ice quickly, I
shared some recent investment opportunities with her. Gradually, the atmosphere warmed up, and we started talking more. At this point, what I
really about her life and relationships, so I consciously
steered the conversation in that direction.
Sure enough, once we were both relaxed, she slowly began to tell me about her life.
She's a local, let's call her Hong. She's married to a wealthy man, her husband is 185cm tall
, handsome and robust, 10 years older than her, and they have a 4-year-old daughter.
She's a full-time housewife, but she and her husband own five properties, all of which are rented out. Besides
taking care of her child, she collects the rent and occasionally buys stocks. Because she frequents high-end shopping malls, she
has several gold and platinum cards from banks, making her a VIP customer.
No wonder I couldn't delve deeper into finance or other topics when talking to her. I initially saw her as
a powerful businesswoman , but now she seems like just a pretty face with a wealthy exterior.
My intuition tells me that women like her usually have a lonely heart beneath their glamorous exteriors, only
that heart is locked away by a difficult-to-open lock.
I decided to be the key to unlock that heart.
So, I drew upon my years of experience in seduction and launched a series of attacks. Soon, our conversation
shifted from life to emotions. When it came to emotions, she initially smiled brightly, but when it came to family, her expression
darkened.
I knew her heart was slowly opening, and I calmly watched as she opened up to me.
It turned out her husband had depression, a condition I only learned of its severity after she told me.
When he was well, he was incredibly well, feeling very happy; when he was unwell, during an episode, it was terrifying—he became a
completely person, hysterical, as if he wanted to destroy the world.
In this environment, she became very fearful. Her family knew, but there was nothing they could do.
She couldn't tell anyone else.
Fortunately, her husband visits his parents abroad every year, staying for two to three months.
She said that's when she feels like it's New Year's.
Speaking of her sorrows, tears streamed down her face.
I asked her, "Isn't it curable?" She said, "It's very difficult to cure completely. This disease basically has no warning signs; it comes very suddenly,
so there's no way to prevent it. She can only live cautiously and anxiously every day. The onset of the disease is caused by a combination of factors, and it will
get worse and worse, possibly even leading to death.
" Seeing this outwardly radiant woman in such a pitiful state, I felt helpless and could only hand her
a tissue to wipe away her tears.
Perhaps realizing she'd overreacted, she wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said, "
I'm sorry, I'm telling you all this, I'm sure you're laughing at me."
I replied, "Not at all, the fact that you're telling me this shows you don't consider me an outsider. Just tell me what makes
you happy."
We chatted for over two hours. Seeing she was still quite animated, I suggested, "How about
we go for a walk? It's too stuffy inside."
She said, "Okay, that's what I was thinking too." So we went outside together. Once outside,
I asked her, "Where do you want to go?"
She said, "I want to go to the beach."
I said, "No problem."
Without asking any further questions, we got into my car and drove to a relatively secluded beach. I turned
off the engine. By then, after what we'd just shared, she seemed much more relaxed. She leaned back in her seat, quietly
watching the sea outside the window. I started telling her how to minimize the harm she was experiencing. She listened quietly,
nodding occasionally, looking rather submissive. Suddenly, I felt this might be an opportunity!
So I tentatively put my hand on her shoulder and gently put my arm around her. Unexpectedly, she resisted quite a bit,
got up and slowly removed my arm, saying softly, "This is not good."
I said, "It's okay, you need comfort."
I put my arm over again and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. This time, she did not resist.
She told me her husband was abroad, but he called almost every day, so it was
inconvenient because he was suspicious and she didn't want him to misunderstand.
She gave me her QQ number.
After a few more words, I started to flirt with her. Although she didn't respond, she didn't
seem mind either. So, I boldly pulled her closer, making her head and body lean against
me. She obediently leaned in, her long, flowing hair falling down, obscuring her face and her
shyness.
After a while, I felt the opportunity was right, so I lifted her face and tried to kiss her. She
resolutely lowered her head. I knew this was my limit, so I didn't press the issue.
She sensed the awkwardness in the situation and said to me, "It's getting late, we should go."
I said okay, started the car, and asked her where she was going. She said, "Back to the parking lot."
When we got to the parking lot, she got out and said to me, "You go first, I'll get the car."
I said, "Okay, be careful."
I drove a short distance but didn't leave. After a while, I saw her drive out in a red
Audi , heading towards her home.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to add her online and ask her how she felt. The advantage of the internet was evident
; without the shyness and awkwardness of face-to-face interaction, text messages felt much more comfortable. She said she had good
feelings , but she had never shared so many private things with a man other than her husband, so she didn't know
what to do.
I thought this was a good start.
From that day on, we exchanged at least one email a day, and the content became more in-depth. I could clearly
feel that she had already considered me her dream lover. So, we arranged to meet again, this time for
hiking .
When the time came, we went hiking together. Of course, I had prepared beforehand, providing all the food and drinks
. Along the way, I took great care of her and even took photos for her.
When we reached the summit, we were the only two people on the entire mountain. Between two huge rocks, we faced each other. I
put arms around her and brought my lips to hers. She reciprocated, and we finally kissed.
After we came down the mountain, I took her home. When we were almost at her house, I said, "Let's talk some more." She
nodded. So, I drove to a garage not far from her house. It was a very secluded place
. At that moment, there were no words, just mutual hugs and kisses. We kissed for a long time. I knew she had completely
opened her heart. I put my hands inside her bosom and touched her breasts. Her round breasts and nipples were already erect, and they felt wonderful
to touch . She resisted a little, but her struggles were clearly not strong enough.
After repeated caresses, I was certain she was enjoying it, so I reached down to her genitals. She instinctively squeezed her legs
together , but my hand was irresistible, and I slipped it directly into her vagina
. Wow! Her panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, and her entire vulva was wet. I took the opportunity to insert two
fingers and stir them back and forth inside her vagina.
She swayed uncomfortably from side to side. By this time, my penis was rock hard. I grabbed her hand and put it on my penis, stroking
it. We lingered like this for a while. Then, I glanced up and saw
a woman looking down from the window of the room above the garage. I guessed she was looking to see whose car was parked in front of her house. I quickly withdrew my hand
and told her there was someone upstairs. She shyly nestled into my arms and didn't move. I took out a tissue to wipe the vaginal fluid off my hand
, straightened my clothes, and then took her back to the outside of her upscale neighborhood.
This experience gave me a taste of the tension and excitement of an affair, and it made me unable to stop. We continued
our online flirting, and I thought my penis would be enough to impress her. Unexpectedly, she said mine
was about the same size as her husband's. Hmph, then I'll find a chance to let you experience my prowess.
Like all affairs, this was right before the climax, so just three days later,
we met again, this time for lunch.
After dinner, we strolled along the roadside, chatting as we went. Glancing up casually, we saw
a small hill park not far ahead. It used to be a small, barren hill, recently transformed into a park. Perhaps because it was newly renovated
, and since it wasn't a holiday, there weren't many people around.
So she was wearing a red trench coat and black stockings; she looked even more beautiful despite the cold.
Halfway up the hill, the sky darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. Since we hadn't brought any rain gear, we
looked and suddenly spotted a cave ahead. From the outside, it looked abandoned, so we quickly ran inside
. Inside, it was a winding, secluded passage—a former military bunker.
Because it hadn't been used for a long time, it looked dirty and messy. We stood at the entrance, watching the rain outside intensify.
Wasn't this setting even more romantic? No need for further explanation. After shaking off the raindrops, we
embraced , the feeling like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
I hadn't had the patience of the previous two times. I found her mouth and slipped my tongue inside.
She, no longer reserved, opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet mine. Our tongues intertwined
, greedily sucking.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Soon, she made those seductive sounds, and at that moment, my large penis
was to break through my pants and find its place.
I thrust my hips forward, pressing tightly against her. She didn't back down, pushing her body, especially her buttocks, towards me.
Our lower bodies were incredibly close, and with constant friction, her
moans grew louder: "Ah...ah...ah..."
Stimulated by her voice and body, I felt some fluid leaking from my glans.
I couldn't wait any longer! As usual, I reached under her clothes and touched her genitals. What a
beauty! There was even more fluid coming out than last time.
Looking around, I saw only straight, vertical cave walls, nothing to hold onto.
Luckily , a thought struck me. I turned her over, had her hold onto the cave walls with both hands, and pulled down her stockings. Oh
! Her panties were already wet! I quickly pulled down my pants, held my engorged and erect penis,
aimed it at her vulva, and slowly but powerfully thrust it in.
"Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh..."
The moment I penetrated her, a cry involuntarily escaped her lips, accompanied by the trembling of her legs
. I held her hips with my hands and continued my thrusting. Soon, due to the abundance of her vaginal lubrication, the empty
cave echoed with the sounds of "slap slap slap" and "splash, splash" of water.
Because it was our first time together, and in such an environment, the tension and stimulation
weakened . After about five minutes, I felt my penis tighten, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I wanted to hold back a little longer
and thrust a few more times, but then I thought, let's just have some fun. So, I relaxed and let my surging semen shoot into Hong's
vagina. At that moment, the stimulation for Hong was at its peak. She completely disregarded everything else, opening her mouth and shouting
loudly , "Ah... ah... ah..."
After ejaculation, the lust subsided, and I regained my rationality. My penis was still wet inside her vagina, and I wrapped
my arms around her, kissing her passionately.
After a while, her desire completely subsided, and I withdrew my penis. Semen flowed down her thighs
, and she quickly took out tissues from her purse, wiped herself clean, and didn't forget to wipe mine clean as well.
After tidying herself up a bit, we walked down the mountain arm in arm.
As the saying goes, once is never enough. This unforgettable passion in the rain opened the curtain on our unrestrained revelry.
In her words, I helped her rediscover her long-dormant passion, and because of the physical contact,
our relationship underwent a subtle change. She cared about me more and longed to spend every day with me
. As for me, because we rarely had anything in common in other areas, our time together
revolved almost entirely around sex.
Less than a week after our lovemaking in the cave, I missed her again, and she, needless to say, missed me too. We
met up again, this time agreeing to go to karaoke first. At the karaoke bar, after only a couple of songs, I couldn't resist starting to
grope . But these karaoke rooms are so damn transparent now, unlike the old ones where the staff
could close the door and no one would care what you made.
The glass in the door was transparent, so groping wasn't enough.
So, we paid the bill and went straight to a hotel.
Upon arriving at the hotel, as soon as we entered, I turned her over and leaned her against the full-length mirror on the wall. I then lifted her shirt
, unhooked her bra, and exposed her breasts in the mirror so she could see them. I grabbed her breasts with both hands
, initially gently kneading them. She whispered in my ear, "Harder."
I immediately increased the pressure, gripping her breasts tightly and kneading them almost roughly. Looking at her
breasts being kneaded in the mirror, she couldn't help but moan again. Seeing that she was getting into it, I took off her skirt
. That day, she was wearing a pair of sexy red lace-trimmed panties, slightly wider than a thong, but still
unable to cover her pubic hair.
I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side and gently touched her vulva. Soon, her vagina
began to flow with lubrication.
She reached her hand into my pants from behind, grabbed my erect penis, and began stroking it.
Seeing her wanton reflection in the mirror, I couldn't control myself. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, pulled down her
panties, quickly took off my clothes, and used the most traditional missionary position, thrusting hard into her cunt.
"Oh...oh..."
she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, the sound a form of encouragement.
This environment was perfect for me; I work out regularly, and now I used her
like a push-up, her body straight, only my penis inside her vagina. This point-to-point contact was incredibly
stimulating for a woman's sensitive areas.
Soon, her face was distorted with excitement, her cunt becoming increasingly unbearable from my ministrations.
She twisted her hips, rising and falling with my movements and rhythm, seeking maximum penetration.
After about ten minutes, I noticed she was getting tired of the position, so I had her kneel down and penetrated
her from behind. Her white buttocks were raised high, and I thrust in and out, making her head tilt back and forth. She kept moaning, "Ah...
ah..."
After a few more thrusts, I saw she seemed tired too, so I had her lie down. I continued
to penetrate . Although the depth of penetration was shallower than in the kneeling position because of the obstruction from her buttocks, my
penis was still long enough to reach deep inside. This position
was undoubtedly new and exciting for her, as she had never tried it before. After another ten minutes
, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly had her lie on her back, still in the missionary position (because this allows for
mutual just starting out in an affair, who prefer this reassuring position). After a series
of vigorous thrusts, my glans twitched, and countless sperm shot into the depths of her uterus like arrows released from a bow.
As I ejaculated, her body trembled violently, her moans deepened, and she
gripped my back tightly with both hands, her buttocks pressed against my body. I knew she had also orgasmed.
After I finished, I hugged her and said, "You're such a beauty, so amazing!"
She said shyly, "You were amazing too. I haven't had an orgasm in a long time, and you brought me to it."
After lying down for a while, we went to the bathroom together for a bath. Afterward, we continued
our lovemaking . That afternoon, we made love four times in total.
If you think this four-round encounter was the climax of our affair, you're wrong. The real
climax came about two weeks later (during which we did it several more times, in hotels, restaurants, and
movie theaters ). She told me her computer seemed to have a virus, with many pages popping up frequently. She didn't trust
anyone to fix it and asked if I knew anything about computers. I considered myself somewhat knowledgeable, but if a computer really had a problem, all I knew was how to
reinstall the operating system using Ghost. Of course, this was the time to step in. I said I'd take a look
, which meant going to her place. However, the security guards in her neighborhood were very strict and
knew all the residents well. She was worried my visit would arouse suspicion, and if her husband found out, it would be difficult to explain
. I told her, "Don't worry, just say the computer broke down and I'm a computer repairman."
She thought about it and agreed.
So I drove to a place not far from her house, and she picked me up in her car. When we got to the gate,
the security guard naturally came up to ask what was wrong. She pretended to be calm and said to the guard, "My computer at home is broken, and this is the repairman I hired
."
The guard just said, "Oh, oh."
But his eyes remained fixed on me. I calmly looked back at him, recalling
Andy Lau's : "Does driving a nice car necessarily make you a good person?" The security guard, seeing me staring at him, quickly
looked away, smiling as he said, "Please come in," and raised the barrier gate, allowing us to enter her home smoothly.
Entering her house, I couldn't help but marvel at its spacious duplex, over 200 square meters. It was so
open that even speaking was somewhat audible.
I first checked her computer in her room. It turned out she had accidentally clicked on an advertiser's link, which had been maliciously modified by
a website , adding illegal startup items and altering the registry.
I installed repair software to restore her system and told her which pages she shouldn't click on.
She nodded repeatedly, and seeing her obedient demeanor, I couldn't resist picking her up and carrying her to the living room sofa
, showering her with kisses. She told me she was supposed to get her period a few days ago, but it hadn't come, and she was very worried. I
was worried too; if she were pregnant, it would be a serious matter.
But outwardly, I comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it's probably because we've been too rough lately and it
scared her period."
She scolded me, "Don't talk nonsense, there's no such thing."
I laughed and said, "Let's get it checked in a few days."
She nodded and said, "Okay."
Perhaps realizing that this topic was affecting my mood, she took the initiative to unzip my pants and started
giving me oral sex. My penis, which had been listless from what had just happened,
suddenly perked up and stood erect again as her cherry-like mouth sucked on it. Afraid that she would suck it out, I said to her, "
Let's go to bed."
She said, "No, that's my and my husband's bed, we can't do it there."
Her words only aroused my desire further. I thought to myself: I'm going to fuck you on the big bed!
Although I thought that way, I still took her to the study. In the study, I took off her pajama bottoms,
lifted one of her legs, and penetrated her while she was standing. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning as
I thrust in and out. As I thrust, I suddenly felt something flowing out. I opened my body and looked: Haha,
blood ! I quickly showed it to her. She was a little anxious when she saw it, and she covered it with her hand and went to the bathroom. I followed her in
. She said, both angry and happy, "See? I haven't had my period for a few days, and you made me come as soon as you penetrated me."
I laughed and said, "I'm so good, aren't I? You can come to me again if it's late."
She said, both ashamed and annoyed, "You're bad, no way."
Because my penis was also covered with her menstrual blood, we washed together.
After we finished showering, I said to her, "Let's get into bed, it's too cold here."
It was the dead of winter, and their house had underfloor heating, so the bathroom was indeed a bit chilly. Reluctantly
, she came with me to the large bed in the master bedroom. Above the bed hung her and her husband's wedding photo. I had come prepared, taking out my digital camera and placing it beside the bed. Since I had already filmed our lovemaking earlier, she didn't object when she saw it. Lying together on the bed that only she and her husband had slept on, I think that feeling could be considered the pinnacle of infidelity . Seeing her still a little nervous and hesitant, I had her lie flat and started kissing her, while simultaneously caressing her breasts and vagina. Soon, her nipples hardened, and she gradually became wet. I then kissed her nipples and inserted my fingers into her vagina. As she slowly got into the mood, I parted her legs, picked up the camera, and started filming her. Her eyes were still slightly closed. I slowly tilted the lens upwards, capturing her wedding photo with her husband. His eyes were looking down, meeting mine, but this time, they were filled with tenderness. I had a strange feeling: a sense of satisfaction. She probably realized I was filming, opened her eyes, and seeing me filming upwards, quickly pulled me down. I used this opportunity film her again, first capturing her dreamy eyes, then slowly sliding my camera down to her chest, and then down to her genitals. I aimed my large penis at her vulva, holding the camera in one hand while trying to separate her labia . However, realizing this would affect the image quality, I let her separate her labia herself with both hands, and then slowly inserted my penis. She let out a soft "hmm," biting her lip tightly. I slowly withdrew my penis, bringing with it some blood-tinged fluid from her vagina. I filmed all of this, and after filming, we officially began our lovemaking. I started with the "carp leaping" position, thrusting into her quickly and powerfully. By this time, she was completely released , making "hmm" sounds and murmuring, "Fuck me, fuck me." I couldn't resist this kind of verbal stimulation, so I thrust even harder, asking her, "Who fucks you more comfortably, me or your husband ?" She said, "You." I deliberately asked, "Where do I fuck you most comfortably?" She seemed to enjoy my stimulation, feigning shyness as she said, "Your big cock." I then told her, "Your husband is watching me fuck you." She didn't say anything more, but seemed even more excited. After a while, I picked up the camera again and took some pictures of our joined parts. We did this for about 20 minutes in total, and finally, I ejaculated my scalding hot semen into her vagina. As I pulled out my penis, I immediately picked up the camera and started taking pictures of her genitals. I watched as semen gushed out of her vagina, mixed with some blood. When she saw me taking pictures, she quickly squeezed her legs together, grabbed a tissue, covered her vulva, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash herself. That's how Hong and I went from our first meeting to having sex at her house, a process that lasted about two months . Of course, there were more later, but as the novelty wore off and her husband returned to his home country, the frequency decreased. It truly lived up to the saying: "For men, the first time is easy, but it gets harder afterward; for women, the first time is difficult, but it gets . " I knew very well that Hong and I were just having an affair. She was able to have sex with me because, firstly, her deep-seated desire had never been extinguished, and secondly, I appeared at the right time. Our affair was destined to be nothing more than an affair. Aside from sex, our interactions in other areas weren't attractive . I think every one of us, whether having an extramarital affair or a one-night stand, should be clearly aware of this.

What kind of relationship you and your partner should maintain is best for both of you—this is both an art and a responsibility.
Regarding Hong, I'd like to continue discussing her subsequent situation. After her husband returned,
he didn't change his ways at all. Because of her past affair with me, she felt some guilt, which somewhat
lessened the harm caused by her husband's violence. In that sense, I can consider myself to have done a good deed.
Postscript: After finishing this, I checked the time and it was already 3:30 AM. Thankfully, I've finally
presented another story from the depths of my heart. As I mentioned in the preface, if it can provide some entertainment for my fellow enthusiasts, then
my nearly all-night writing session wasn't in vain.
[The End]

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