[The Wives I Met in London] (January 3rd) [Author: One Night in the South of the City]

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Author: Chengnan Yiye
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(1)

Unknowingly, I have been in the UK for more than four years.

The first year I studied master in Durham and the next three years I worked and lived in London.

In these four years, I have experienced many changes in my life. I started a family, built my own company, and had my own
children. Of course, the most memorable thing is the women who have appeared in my life during these four years. There are
young girls from my student days and "wives" after I started working.

Here I will write about the "wives". Most of us met after marriage. We started dating because we were tired of life or
lonely .

As married people, we had clear goals and psychological bottom lines. We would not interfere in each other's families. Dating each other
would be exciting like having an affair, but we would not worry about the other party destroying our existing life. Perhaps the initial
intention of getting to know them was sex. Later, we slowly developed a kind of restrained care that was not love.

I just saw off my company's lover Huang in Heatrow. I felt inspired to write this. Let's
start with her.

When I met Huang, I had just started my first job in London, working in
the back office of a British bank (I won't mention the name for security reasons).

Huang was from South Korea, and at the time, we were the only two East Asians in our department, so it
was easy to feel a connection.

She was a typical South Korean: slender, with small but bright eyes, excellent skin, and
jet-black , although she was only 165cm tall. Her legs were very straight, and her stockings and peep-toe shoes made
her stand out the moment I saw her.

Huang was 32 years old at the time and had been working for over two years. I, at 24, was completely
lost at the job , even struggling with office slang. Huang was incredibly helpful, often proactively teaching me
things.

In return, I often bought Huang coffee during lunch breaks, and things progressed to us
taking walks together during lunch breaks and then chatting at the hotel.

I learned that Huang's husband was nine years older than her and also worked in the same industry, but
they hadn't seen each other for almost a year because they lived apart. She was going back for Christmas.

I jokingly said, "You two must be working so hard. Don't let it affect your work when you come back."

She didn't understand at first, paused for a moment, then laughed and hit me, before her expression darkened and she said softly,
"At my age, you know that sex might be something you can do without."

Seriously? No way! Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger—it's a natural physiological process.

I instantly understood that Huang's husband must be past his prime. Because of my past
experiences with casual sex during my student days, I had a premonition that something would happen between Huang and me.

Life continued as usual, except that when we drank coffee or chatted at a bar after work, I
would deliberately bring up sexual topics. At first, she would just laugh, but later she joined in the discussion.

Less than a month later, Huang told me she was moving and asked if I could help.

Of course, that was exactly what I wanted. From helping him haul his suitcases to settling him in at his new home, it was a busy day, and
by 4 pm, we were finally seeing some progress.

I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the car and said, "You're moving today, let's celebrate!"

We drank and chatted.

She noticed my shoulders were relaxed and offered to give me a massage. As she massaged my shoulders,
I could see two little white rabbits bouncing happily through my V-neck sweater. Huang wasn't wearing a bra today, and
I instantly got an erection.

To hide my embarrassment, I told her I'd give her a massage too, so I had him sit at the foot of the bed and start massaging her.
While massaging, I intentionally or unintentionally rubbed my erect penis against her back. Slowly, I noticed she blushed and closed her eyes, so I
boldly said, "Want me to massage a little further down?"

She didn't answer, just nodded. I then moved deeper into her back, and then under her armpits. Her breathing
became heavier and heavier. I took a gamble and grabbed her breasts, kneading them. She opened her eyes
and looked at me with a hint of fear. I immediately kissed her, prying open her teeth with my tongue to prevent her from saying anything. My hands didn't stop either. I
moved around to her front and found that she had given up resisting and was actively sucking on me. After a long kiss, she gestured for me to close
the curtains, and then she took the initiative to undress me.

Although my penis isn't exactly a miracle worker, it's still quite impressive. After she pulled down her underwear, she gasped and actually cupped it
in her hands, rubbing it against her face, and then took it into her mouth, all the way to her throat.

This was the first time I'd ever been deep-throated by a woman without showering beforehand, and I was incredibly excited. After quickly removing her
clothes, I was pleasantly surprised to find her figure was amazing. Her skin was
so smooth and youthful, unlike that of a 32-year-old woman. Her breasts were only a B cup, but perfectly proportioned to her petite frame, and her vulva was butterfly-shaped
– a true gem!

To repay her for the deep-throating, I took it in myself. She excitedly grabbed the sheets and hooked her legs around
me, then let out a loud cry and orgasmed.

Afterward

, I licked her entire body, followed by intense sex. We did it three times that day. The most exciting part was that during her climax, she would moan in Korean,
giving me a strange sense of pride.

After sex, she leaned against me and we chatted. As expected, her husband had been impotent for years, and she had moved
to England to separate and cool off; she didn't want a divorce.

We had sex again the next morning, again incredibly intense. Afterward, I noticed her vulva was swollen. As a result,
we were both late. The boss even joked, "Did you two go on a date? How come you're both late?
" We pretended to joke with the boss, but secretly we smiled at each other. That's how our "blissful" sex life began.

On the surface, we were still good colleagues, but in private, we were the most compatible sex partners.

Under the desk, she would often step on my feet or take off her shoes and rub my penis, and then we would pretend
nothing was wrong. Afterwards, we would always go to her house for a big battle.

Sometimes she would video chat with her husband, with her computer on the table, her upper body fully clothed, but I would be licking her lower body. Seeing her slightly
trembling voice, I would get extremely excited every time.

Later, I got a girlfriend, and she would make me ginseng chicken soup, saying, "I need to take care of
my health ."

Here, I must say that South Korean women are indeed as gentle as legend has it,
taking care of you in every way, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation.

Later, on the eve of my wedding, we were still making love passionately, but her expression was somewhat
gloomy . I knew that from then on, our contact wouldn't be as frequent.

Later, I quit my job to start my own business, but I still kept in touch with her. Although we could only be together two or three times a week,
the thrill of the affair made each time more intense and varied than before.

In August, she took her annual leave and went back to her home country. A month later, she returned to England, and I drove to pick her up. In the car, she nestled against
me, and her hands started to wander. We drove to her house at lightning speed, then kissed as we walked up the stairs and undressed.

When I tried to put on a condom, she said it was safe, and since we were so familiar, we made love without any restraint, and I ejaculated inside her.

One day in October, she told me she was pregnant, and the child was mine. I felt like I had stepped off a towering building.
She told me not to be afraid, that she and her husband were actively trying to conceive when she returned to China . Later that week, her husband went to China
on a business trip, and she got her period. She was afraid that her husband would be upset if he found out she wasn't pregnant, so she wanted to wait until he returned to South Korea.

Five days after her period ended, we made love, and I was pregnant. She said she would give birth to the child and consider it
her husband's. She hesitated for a long time before deciding to return to South Korea, saying that she hoped the child would bring her and her husband
hope .

We made love a few times before she left, because we were afraid of hurting the child and it wouldn't be perfect.

After sending her to Heathrow, I knew that it would be difficult to see her again. But whenever we met,
she would still be the same crazy woman who shouted in Korean during orgasm.

(2)

When I met Fang, I was interning in the credit department of a Chinese bank in London. Fang and her husband were my
clients .

They owned a very famous furniture company in China, and
it was even one of the best in the same furniture industry in Europe and Southeast Asia. So when I first met them, as an intern, I had a lot of respect for them.

They wanted to buy property in the UK as an investment, preparing for their children's future schooling there.

The person showing them properties was a senior employee of the bank, and the properties were all
developed —the kind of apartments that would appreciate in value but were difficult to sell. Since I had already decided not to
stay at that bank, I gave them a friendly reminder within my scope of work, and ultimately helped them
buy a freehold apartment in a very good location. Afterwards, we exchanged WeChat contacts and made some polite promises to stay in touch.
Not long after, I left the bank, and contact with them became even less frequent, except for exchanging holiday greetings
via WeChat.

Then, in early 2014, I received a WeChat message from Fang saying she was in London and wanted to
have lunch together. We talked about property, and she mentioned that London property prices had risen significantly in recent years and wanted to thank me.

I told her I was already self-employed but was happy to chat, so we agreed to have afternoon tea together.

We met the next day in Windergarden. Fang arrived shortly after I did.

This was the first time I met Fang alone; I hadn't dared to look at her closely in front of her husband.

Fang wasn't tall, only about 1.6 meters, but her figure was very well-proportioned. She had short hair like Little S (a Taiwanese celebrity)
, and her features were very delicate. Although she had some fine lines, it was clear she took good care of herself. Fang had a
very , and her breasts looked very large, especially when she wore a tight cashmere sweater, which accentuated her shape
beautifully. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, but she seemed to notice. She just smiled and didn't stop me.

The only flaw was her thick legs; even though she was wearing black stockings, they still looked quite muscular (I later
learned that Fang used to be a ballet dancer, which explained her less-than-ideal legs).

During the meal, I complimented Fang's appearance, and she seemed pleased.

We talked about her thanking me for my investment advice, about her daughter going to be a high school sophomore in London, and then chatted for a long time.

Then, suddenly, she asked me about a place in London where men and women bathe naked; she'd heard it was very exciting and
wanted to try it.

I joked, "I know where it is, but if I take you there, her husband (X-ge) will kill me.

" A hint of sadness flashed across her face, and she said, "She hasn't been able to control me for a long time!"

I suddenly felt there must be something going on. But I didn't ask any further. During the ensuing conversation, I talked to her about many sexual
topics to probe her, and she didn't object.

Near the end, I noticed she was wearing a platinum men's Piaget. I usually
collect watches, so I chatted with her about it, asking why she was wearing such a large 42mm watch. I wondered if it was intentional, and she said
, "I like big things."

I gave her a strange smile.

She noticed I was wearing a Rolex that day and asked why I was wearing such an old-fashioned thing. I
said, "I'm big, not small at all." As I said this, I touched her hand, and she didn't object, just
smiled .

Afterwards, I wasn't in a hurry, but suggested she go to Christie's jewelry and watch auction
preview, and she agreed without hesitation.

While she was looking at the necklace, I deliberately touched her neck, spoke very close to her ear,
and even put my arm around her waist, and she didn't object.

Later, she received a phone call, it seemed to be from her daughter. She said, "Aunt XX and I are outside,
don't come back today..."

I immediately thought, "This is promising," because how could I hide a normal interaction from my daughter and prevent her from going home?

When we left the auction house, I offered to take her home and treat her to dinner, which she readily agreed to. As we walked
, I took her hand, and she smiled and didn't refuse. After dinner, I said I'd take her home, and she asked if I drank .

I said of course, and then bought a bottle of wine to drink at her place . As we drank, she told me that she had been divorced from her husband for two years. Her husband was a workaholic who didn't love or care about her... and then she started crying in my arms. I held her, stroking her hair, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. My erection was already throbbing. I kissed her forehead, eyelids, and lips; our tongues intertwined. We kissed for what seemed like forever. Then she said, "Are you trying to kill me? Drink!" I took a sip of wine and fed it to her, and she drank it and fed me in return. After a couple of sips, I became wildly aroused. I kissed her while kneading her breasts, and with my other hand, I unbuttoned her clothes. Once they were all off, I realized, holy crap! She was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were perfectly round and full, and although her areolas...

It was dark, but the nipples were very small, and most importantly, they weren't sagging. I'd
never seen breasts like that at 40. She

had a slight tummy, but overall her breasts were very flat, with a scar indicating a C-section.

She said she'd never breastfed her daughter and exercised every day, so she maintained them very well. I bit one side
and rubbed the other, then moved downwards until I saw a shaved, white, round mound, with
no labia visible.

Haha, this was my first time experiencing a mound, and I was ecstatic. I immediately put my mouth to it and started sucking and licking.
She begged for mercy, but I wasn't about to let her go. I thought my tongue skills were amazing, and I licked her until she was practically dying. In less than five minutes, she
screamed, her whole body trembling—she had an orgasm.

I got out of bed to get the condoms from my bag, then came back and continued kissing, caressing her breasts and genitals. When she started
moaning again, I was already incredibly aroused, so I quickly put on my condom and got in. Apparently, C-sections are really tight; it was
a bit difficult to penetrate (although my 14cm length is average, I was confident in my girth and hardness
). She excitedly bit her lip, her legs clamping tightly around me.

Before I was fully inside, I felt resistance—and then I was all the way in! I slowly thrust in and out, each time
all the way in, wanting her to get used to my size before going faster. But less than a minute later, she started trembling,
then suddenly her whole body tightened, and she orgasmed again.

I wanted to continue, but her legs were so strong that I, a big guy, couldn't move
(the leg strength of a ballet dancer is truly amazing; this was my first time experiencing it).

Helpless, I lay on top of her and kissed her. Unexpectedly, she burst into tears. It was the first time I'd ever met someone cry like that after sex
. My first reaction was, "Damn, don't make me take responsibility again. She's more than ten years older than me." But
she said, "Thank you. It's been four years. I haven't had real sex in four years."

Looking at her tears, I comforted her and hugged her. We didn't do it again that day. I stayed for a while and then went home.
I had no choice; I still had to fulfill my obligations to my girlfriend.

As I left her house, I looked back at her waving goodbye from upstairs. I knew that a new journey had begun
.

(III)

After having sex with Fang, our relationship became exceptionally close.

Because I had to fulfill my obligations to my girlfriend (who later became my wife), and I also had to satisfy my husband, Fang
and I could only have sex about once a week, or even less.

But Fang was incredibly understanding. She never called me to ask me to come (Huang would give me
a code), but every time I wanted to go, she would rush back at lightning speed, no matter where she was or what she was doing.

Sometimes during my lunch break, I'd quickly walk to her house for an hour before heading back to the office, and she
never to me.

Through Fang, I truly understood the saying, "The vagina can directly connect to a woman's soul." Fang, usually dignified
and aloof , but giving off a strong sense of distance, became a little woman in my presence, perfectly satisfying my inner
desire to conquer.

When I visited her, she'd always have soup and dishes ready for me. She always brought back loads of things from China,
forcing me to explain to my wife that they were brought by relatives and friends there.

Fortunately, my wife grew up in England and doesn't understand Chinese tonic culture. A few times, she brought me aphrodisiac tiger bone wine and deer blood wine from
Guangdong , which I lied to her about being "Guangdong local
histy."

Sexually, Fang also tried her best to satisfy my needs.

I discovered that Fang was simply exceptional; she was untouchable. Just a touch and she'd be a waterfall of fluids. Each time,
after two clitoral orgasms with oral and manual stimulation, penetration would bring another orgasm within seconds. Then, we changed positions, and I could reach
orgasm in every position.

I'm the type who takes a long time to finish, but I also need to rest for a long time between each time. Every time, Fang would
have already , and she would still subconsciously squeeze me tightly with her legs, trying her best
to cooperate.

After I ejaculated, we cuddled for a while, and then she would give me oral sex until I was hard again before we started the second half.

Fang's oral skills are superb, especially when she sucks on my testicles and teases them. I asked her if she had many practice opportunities,
and to my surprise, she took out her collection of movies. It turned out that during the years since her divorce, she had relied on these to get through
many difficult nights.

My relationship with Fang continued like this until March 2015 when I went to Guangdong.

At that time, it wasn't to find Fang, but because my ex-girlfriend was getting married in Hong Kong, and I was going to attend the wedding (
I'll write about this part later if I have the chance). Anyway, there were all sorts of dramatic events in between, and I had to leave Hong Kong and go to Guangdong.

At this time, I thought of Fang, so I went to her company in Guangzhou. The company's boss was Fang's husband.
Although Fang and he were divorced, Fang was still the financial director of the company.

Because I knew her husband, I chatted with him for about half an hour, then used the excuse of discussing London
property investment with Fang to go to her office.

Once there, Fang told her assistant she wanted to discuss international investment and asked the assistant not to disturb her.

After the door closed, she threw herself into my arms, and we kissed passionately. She said, "I've
missed you so much!" while rubbing my crotch.

We walked to the counter, kissing
,

and I lifted her onto it, continuing to caress and rub each other. I checked her genitals; they were already soaking wet. As we had agreed, she wasn't wearing underwear. I tried to tear her stockings, but
could n't, so I took scissors and cut a large hole in them. Without a word, I put on a condom and
started having sex. With each thrust, I saw her bite her lip hard and twitch. The desk was soon
a mess.

About two minutes later, Fang, drenched in sweat, suddenly tightened her grip on me. I knew I was close to climaxing, so I quickly increased
the speed of my thrusts while taking one of her taut little legs into my mouth. With a long "Mmm..." moan, she trembled rapidly,
reaching orgasm.

I usually last a long time, but because I didn't dare linger in the office, I sat on the boss's chair and had her kneel down,
licking my testicles while masturbating.

On the wall directly in front of me were photos of Fang with heads of various large companies and local government leaders from Guangdong.
Looking at the dignified and elegant Fang in the photos, diligently sucking my testicles and holding my penis, I was inexplicably excited and
ejaculated instantly.

In the following days, Fang used the excuse of going to the factory in Dongguan to check the accounts, and we stayed at her home in Dongguan together.

Every day she would just show up at the factory for a short while, then we'd go home and make love.

Because she lived in a villa area, and it was a detached house, her home had excellent privacy. I was always naked at home,
and she would strip off her clothes in a flash as soon as she entered.

We made love in every room, on every bed. Sometimes, while eating, she would use her foot to hook my genitals, and I'd immediately come again.

We were like two beasts in heat, leaving
traces of .

There were just two little incidents. The first was when we went to Zhuhai one day. We were holding hands, and she was leaning on me
when her daughter walked towards us. I panicked instantly, and she was a little flustered too, but after calming down, she
explained , "I was just strolling around with your brother X. There were too many people, so he pulled me along."

A 17-year-old girl understands everything, but she just smiled awkwardly and didn't expose us.

As we left, I turned around and saw her staring intently at me, as if afraid she would tell her father.

Secondly, while we were having a wild time at her house, Aunt Xiaoping, who had been taking care of her daughter in England
, came to pick up some things. When she opened the door, I thought it was her, and while I was naked, I said, "So early today,
are you missing your husband's big cock...?"

When Aunt Xiaoping and I made eye contact, I screamed and ran back to my room.

Afterwards, I gave Aunt Xiaoping 3,000 yuan as hush money, but I didn't expect things to turn out so
uneventfully. In London, an accidental incident led me to discover Xiaoping's secret, and she eventually
became one of my sex partners. Although we've only done it twice so far, I'll write about it in later accounts.

Things with Fang took a few more turns later, but to avoid inconvenience for readers who might read it too long,
I've decided to stop here for today and finish it next time.

[To be continued]

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