A beautiful wife was caught by fishing in a message in a bottle.

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I met this married woman back when email messaging in bottles was still available. About five years ago, I was young and had nothing better to do than send out messages in bottles to meet people. Back then, not all of these invitations were about sleeping together. It was just about feeling lonely and finding excitement; sometimes, the process of getting a woman to agree to meet was more thrilling than the eventual act of sleeping with her. I wonder if any other guys felt the same way.

She probably had a relaxed job, and we chatted casually for an afternoon. When it was time to leave work, she suggested exchanging WeChat contacts. We added each other on WeChat and chatted for a few days. Feeling things were going well, I started steer the conversation towards more intimate topics. She didn't seem bothered, probably because I maintained a good balance, or maybe we were both just feeling lonely. During our chats, I learned she lived in the same city as me, but quite far away—about an hour by bus. I wasn't in a rush to meet her, so we continued chatting casually. Since I wasn't the only one flirting with her at the time, and I didn't know what she looked like, I didn't think much of it. It took me so long to realize that in a relationship, the less you take someone seriously, the more attractive you become to them.

Later, as our conversations deepened, we exchanged photos. Back then, I was young, thin, not short, and had decent features; I don't know what it was about me that attracted her. After seeing my photos, I sensed she became more enthusiastic, less cold than before, and started initiating conversations. I had to beg her several times before she sent me her photos. To be honest, she wasn't particularly pretty, but that didn't stop me from liking her. She looked to be around thirty-five or thirty-six. Once, she sent me photos of herself out, wearing hot pants. Being a leg enthusiast, I showered her legs with compliments and begged her to send me hers. After a few, she said she wouldn't send any more, that I should come see for myself. Who wouldn't understand that? I quickly pressed my luck, saying that just looking wouldn't be enough, I was afraid I'd be tempted to touch them. She immediately sent three head-knocking emojis (everyone who's a pervert has probably received one). Since the lady had brought it up, I couldn't back down. I booked two tickets for a movie theater near her house for the next day; I remember it was called "The Demon Policeman."

The next afternoon, I took a bus to the theater and sat there for over an hour. I was quite excited before meeting her, but to be honest, I was a little disappointed after meeting her. After all, the photos were photoshopped, and her skin wasn't as good in person, but her figure was undeniably curvaceous, wearing a black lace dress and black stockings. So, my disappointment turned into a little excitement, and I was looking forward to something happening. On the surface, I was still very polite, since it was our first meeting, and I could tell she was more nervous than me, keeping her head down the whole time. We bought popcorn and Coke and went into the theater. For the first hour, I was incredibly gentlemanly. But later, I felt like it would be a waste if I came all this way and did nothing. There weren't many people in the theater, so I leaned close to her ear and said, "We agreed, I'm going to touch you here, let me touch you." She slapped me without saying a word, so I just acquiesced and started groping her, touching her from her calves to her thighs, feeling her muscles trembling slightly with nervousness. When my hand reached under her skirt, she blocked it, so I didn't go any further, just continued stroking her legs for almost half an hour until the movie ended. When the lights came on, I licked my hand in front of her, and she quickly lowered her head and quietly led me away. I don't know if she felt something or just couldn't hold it in any longer, but she rushed to the bathroom. Afterwards, of course, I wanted to ask her where we were going for dinner that night, but she repeatedly declined, saying she hadn't told her family and we should eat out another day. I didn't insist. She asked if there were any buses nearby and if I wanted her to take me to the nearest station on her electric scooter. That was great! I sat on the back and let her take me to a certain station. On the back, I held her waist and groped her breasts all the way. She rode nervously, wobbling all the way to the station. Happy times always fly by, and this first meeting ended just like that.

After that, we interacted more frequently on WeChat, and the topics we discussed became more and more numerous. It was then that I learned she had a husband, but he was often away from home. She also knew her husband was having an affair. Naturally, we arranged a second meeting. It was a Friday, two weeks after we saw the movie, and we were both free. After work, I took a bus directly to her neighborhood. This time, I was prepared and had booked a hotel room in advance. When she came out, it was already past 7 pm. We wandered aimlessly around the streets, feeling bored. I suggested seeing a movie, but when we got to the theater, we didn't find anything interesting, and she said she didn't want to watch anything and wanted to walk around. I naturally led her towards the hotel, and when we got to the hotel, I said in a very clichéd way, "Are you tired?

How about we go up and have some fun?" (I meant to say, "Do something"). While she was still struggling with her thoughts, I pulled her inside. Once we were in the room and the door was closed, I started groping her. She kept pushing me away, saying, "Let's stop, please." But when I touched her, she was already wet. I couldn't force her, so I had to let her have her way with my hand first. I was so excited at the time that I don't remember the specific details, only that her moans sounded really nice. I thought things were going smoothly, we both finished, and then I realized I hadn't brought a condom.

I thought, "Oh well, nothing should happen," and wanted to continue. She wouldn't have it, grabbing me and saying, "You're trying to kill me! I'm in my fertile period today!" I had no choice; it was my own negligence. I had to go downstairs to the convenience store to buy one. I ran back and forth for 20 minutes, and my erection had worn off. In the end, I got her to give me oral sex, put on a condom, and fucked her hard for almost 30 minutes. Her moans were probably heard throughout the whole floor. Just as I was about to rest and start the second round, her husband called, saying he was home and asking where she was. She said she was out shopping with her friends. I broke out in a cold sweat and immediately lost all interest. I verbally advised her not to go home, but she was still scared, quickly took a shower, and kissed me goodbye.

After her husband's call, it's impossible not to be scared. Please don't accuse me of being heartless after the affair; after all, there are so many videos online of people being caught cheating and having their penises cut off. After that, I gradually became distant towards her. She knew what was going on but didn't say anything, and we didn't contact each other much after that. More than a month later, when I contacted her again due to lust, I discovered she had deleted me. That's when I realized I didn't even know her name or phone number; we only had WeChat as a way to contact each other.

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