[State-owned enterprise] [Author: RIES]

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My workplace is a state-owned enterprise, and due to layoffs and downsizing, there are very few people left. All the older employees are gone. It's all young people now. I'll tell you about my relationship with a young woman at work.

She's 32 years old, has a 4-year-old child, and came from our county. She's quite pretty, with fair skin and a few freckles. I've always liked young women like her, and I started by seducing her.

Work is boring, so when we're not busy, we play cards together. I would stare into her eyes (anyone who's ever tried to pick up girls knows this is the first step). She gradually noticed me watching her and started avoiding me. Then I noticed she was also watching me sometimes. Hehe. I knew I had a chance. One day, we left work together. We got on the

bus

, which was very crowded. It was a struggle to squeeze on, and I stood behind her. That day, she was wearing a short black skirt. A few thugs got on the bus, looking around suspiciously. I guessed they were pickpockets, and she asked me if I was there to steal something. I said I definitely was.

This was the moment to show my manly courage in front of her. A few swindlers slowly approached us, and she leaned against me, looking frightened. I immediately smelled the distinctive scent of a young married woman, and my nerves instantly kicked in. A few pickpockets were stealing from an old man nearby; she turned her face away, too scared to look, until her face was only about 3 centimeters from my mouth (my penis was almost erect). I was much taller than her, and I could see the neckline of her clothes, her white bra, and her deep cleavage. My penis immediately became erect again. I turned her body to face me and told her not to look. She replied, "Okay."

This position allowed me to hold her from behind. The bus stopped at a station. No one got off, but two women carrying children got on, making the bus even more crowded. Her buttocks were rubbing against my penis from time to time, and she slowly felt the change in me. She wanted to distance herself, but I wouldn't. Hehe. This kind of opportunity might only come once in a lifetime. The car was about to cross the bridge, after which was a 2-kilometer tunnel, and I was waiting to enter it.

While the car was on the bridge, I had already positioned myself, and I was already aroused. She sensed what I was about to do, but she certainly wouldn't expect me to be so bold.

The car finally entered the tunnel, and I immediately hugged her, who was standing in front of me, and softly said, "I've liked you for a long time." She didn't react, so I rubbed my penis against her skirt. Her buttocks immediately twitched forward, and she said, "Are you crazy?" I said, "I really have liked you for a long time." Then my hand touched her buttocks. She immediately screamed, "I'm going to scream!" I said, "You won't," and then my hand became even bolder, gently touching her breasts. She felt like she'd been electrocuted.

But she didn't scream. Hehe. I knew she wouldn't. My hand became even bolder, gently touching her buttocks under her skirt. I felt her face turn red. I took out my penis and pressed it against her buttocks. "

You're really crazy, a pervert!" She spoke softly. I replied, "You don't dare to scream." My penis was twitching slightly between her thighs. My hand was touching her vagina. But I didn't dare to actually take off her panties. I was still very scared. But I did something very bold, pulling her panties to the side and putting my penis inside. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her panties. I thrust my penis a few times on her panties to release the semen. I pulled my penis back in. At this time, the car also came out of the tunnel.

I saw that her face was both pale and red. I softly asked, "Was it exciting?" "Pervert," that's what she answered me. I asked her, "Shall we go to a hotel after we get off the bus?" "Get lost." That was her answer. When we arrived at the station, I saw her find a public toilet and rush in. I lit a cigarette at the door. After she came out, she ignored me and turned away. The next day at work, I secretly touched her buttocks and showed my penis to her again. She turned away again. I don't know how long this will last. It will take me a long time before I can actually sleep with her.

Because of what happened on the bus, she basically ignores me. No matter how much I harass her, it's useless. She even threatened to get her husband to beat me up. Damn, I'm a scoundrel, who am I afraid of? Since I dared to do it, I'm not afraid. But her allure is getting stronger and stronger. I think I'll go crazy if I can't sleep with her.

On Friday afternoon, most of the people at work had left. I was watching Morok in my office, burning with lust. Just then, she came in to get water. She was wearing the uniform issued by my company. Our uniforms are the same for both men and women, with low necklines. The water dispenser was next to me. As soon as she bent down, I stood up. She knew what I was going to do, and she knew what I wanted to see. Hehe. I used to do this all the time… She immediately straightened up and glared at me. After she finished getting the water, she turned to leave. I called out: Wait. Come and see why there's a picture of you on the computer. She looked at me suspiciously: That's impossible. She turned to leave again. I said, "Really, come and see."

As I spoke, I pulled out my penis. She didn't notice my hand movement. She walked over to me and glanced at the computer. Her face immediately turned red: "Shameless!" (What good stuff could there be in the pictures on Morok? Hahaha). I said, "Just look for a bit, see what foreigners' things look like." She turned to leave. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis, saying, "Look at mine, compared to the foreigners'." She tried to turn around and slap me, shouting, "Let go, or I'll call for help!" I said, "Go ahead and shout, no one will come even if you shout your lungs out." (This line seems to be from a Stephen Chow movie).

I placed her hand on my penis. She struggled fiercely, but how could a woman less than 160cm tall be a match for me? My other hand slipped under her clothes and grabbed her secret. Wow, a married woman is different from a girl, big and full. I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you. I've been thinking about it for a long time." "I've been wanting my cock inside your pussy for ages, wanting to ejaculate inside you." I said these filthy things while licking her ear. Her face was red. She kept struggling. I let go of my cock and used one hand to unzip her pants. She yelled, "If you dare, I'll call the police!" Seeing her serious expression, I didn't dare to take off her pants. Then I rubbed her vagina outside her pants. I whispered in her ear, "I'm thinking of you while I'm masturbating, just give it to me. I want to lick your pussy, I want to eat your juices." I could never normally say such filthy things (Morok corrupted me).

Just then, I heard a car downstairs, so I quickly let her go. I saw she looked like she was about to cry.

Her face was as red as an apple. I felt a little sorry: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again" (a sudden pang of conscience). She straightened her clothes, looked like she wanted to slap me, but didn't. She turned and left.

It was time to get off work. Her husband came to pick her up in his car. I happened to be coming out, and he asked me to come along. They were going the same way. I noticed she looked unhappy. I said okay. There was a large box in the front of the car, so we sat in the back. She chatted with her husband about fishing and playing cards, while I kept glancing at her. The car was about to enter a tunnel. I did something no one expected. As soon as we entered the tunnel, I took out my penis, put her hand on it, and put my other hand inside her skirt, pulling her panties tightly. She wanted to scream, but was scared. She just removed her hand from my penis, her legs tightly clamped together. My hand was already at the entrance of her vagina, but only a little bit inside. I kissed her face. My hand inside her vagina was already wet. The car was about to exit the tunnel.

I took my hand back and put my penis back in. We came out of the tunnel. I saw her face was both pale and red. I saw she hated me. I put the hand that had been inside her vagina to my nose and smelled it. It smelled so good. She turned pale with anger when she saw me like that, and then I put the hand that had been inside her vagina in my mouth and licked it vigorously a few times. I didn't take it out until I had tasted it all. Her husband saw me sucking my fingers and asked with a smile, "What's so delicious on your hand? You're eating it so happily." I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just have a habit of sucking my fingers." The car arrived at my house. I got out of the car.

I got home. I savored the taste of her vaginal fluid. I sent her a text: "Your vaginal fluid smells so good. One day I'll have my fill."

Last time I texted her, she actually replied. The message read: "I'm warning you again. If you do this again, I'll tell my husband and he'll come find you. Don't make things awkward between colleagues." Seeing that message made me behave for a while, but a chance encounter gave me another idea.

After May Day, my company was organizing a field trip to a county town, about 100 kilometers away. We wouldn't be back that night. Hearing this news, I was so excited I couldn't sleep for several nights, constantly thinking about how to get her forgiveness and stop hating me. A friend of mine even suggested: drug her. I thought about it: I've gone to so much trouble; if I end up with a dead person, it'll be so pointless. The day before she left, she came to our office and chatted with a few young women. They were discussing how to have fun, and the result was that they weren't allowed to bring family members! Hahaha. I was listening nearby and laughing inwardly. I thought: If I ever get the chance, I'll definitely sleep with you. It would be a shame to miss such an opportunity. I don't know if she turned her head to look at me intentionally or unintentionally, and saw my bright smile. I felt she was very uncomfortable. My colleagues at work were still joking with me: "Xiao Liu, you'll have to help us carry our things." I replied with a smile: "No problem, there are only three men in the company, I'll take care of things in these two offices."

The next morning, the company announced: "There's a hot spring there when you arrive. Anyone who wants to go, sign up, the company will pay." Before I could even react, all the women in the company were already making a fuss and signing up one after another. I waited until she signed up before I even registered.

As the car was driving, a woman next to me asked: "Xiao Liu, why don't you find a girlfriend? What kind are you looking for? I can introduce you to someone." The woman sitting in front of me turned around and asked, "Yeah, what kind of woman are you looking for? I'll help you too." Ugh. I thought to myself, "Don't you know what kind of woman I'm looking for? It's you! Don't think that just because you help me find a woman I won't bother you anymore, damn it." I laughed and said, "Where can I find someone as pretty and gentle as you, sister? That's the one I'm looking for." She didn't expect me to be so frank. The woman next to her laughed and said, "

Why don't you just ask if your sister has any younger sisters? I'll introduce you to one." Her face turned bright red to her ears, and she turned away without saying a word.

The car arrived in the county town, and we checked into a hotel. I stayed in room 306. When I went upstairs, I quietly asked her what room she was in, but she didn't answer. However, I saw her go to room 317. Then everyone went to have lunch together, and then we drove to a hot spring. Since I hadn't helped them with their things, it was easy for me to sit next to her. The hot spring wasn't far, only about a 20-minute walk. I didn't have a chance to talk to her on the way, but I still secretly touched her hand. She pinched it, but it didn't hurt much. She even gave me a fierce glare.

When we got to the hot spring, since we hadn't brought swimming clothes, we all had to buy some. After buying them, we split up to change. The pants I bought were too big, and since I had already torn open the packaging, I couldn't exchange them, so I had to make do. It just made my big little brother look insignificant, which made me very unhappy. However, I also bought a pair of diving goggles, which I thought I would need later. When I went into the water, she hadn't changed yet, so I found a place with a good view and waited for her to come out. A few minutes later, she came out wearing a green swimsuit that hugged her small but voluptuous body. Her snow-white skin looked even more beautiful against the green background. Thinking about her body under the swimsuit, my little brother involuntarily became aroused. Sigh, we're really of one mind. Watching her playing around with a bunch of women, I realized I had no chance.

A little while later, the other women went to surf, leaving her standing there alone. A golden opportunity presented itself. I slowly circled around to a spot about 4-5 meters behind her—a distance most swimmers could easily cover by diving. I submerged and slowly swam towards her. When I saw her green body in front of me, she hadn't noticed me. I suddenly grabbed her buttocks and stood up. Just as she was about to scream, she saw me standing in front of her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and anger. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. I thought it was Xiao Wang (a male colleague from my workplace)." She said, "Don't go too far, take your hand away." That didn't work on me. I continued apologizing while gently touching her buttocks.

I said, "Can I disappear from your sight right now?" "Then go ahead," she said. "There are many people watching us standing here." Only when she said this did I notice that there were only a few people left; most had gone surfing. "Okay, okay, I'll disappear right away." I took a deep breath and instantly submerged in front of her. As soon as I got into the water, I started tearing at her clothes, pulling them down to reveal her pubic hair. I kept rubbing the crevice between her legs with my hand. I couldn't see her expression, but I knew she was blushing, but she couldn't show it—there was a ghost in the water. Hahaha. She kept kicking me, but you know how you can't really hurt someone in the water. It would have been better if she hadn't kicked at all, because when she did, her legs were spread open, making it easy for my hand to touch her pubic hair and the entrance to her vagina. She immediately closed her legs tightly, and with a forceful push, she fell into the water. Before she could even open her mouth, I was already kissing her. She was probably too startled, and my tongue even circled around in her mouth (it felt so good).

By this time, I couldn't hold back anymore. I stood up and shielded her. My colleagues from work hadn't returned yet, and there weren't many people in the large pool; no one noticed what was happening. As I stood up, I also gave her breasts a few hard squeezes. I don't know if she choked on water or was angry, her face was pale. I moved behind her, pulled out my penis, and pressed it between her legs, gently sucking on her ear: "Just give me one time, okay? I lose sleep over you every night, and every time I masturbate, I think of you." She didn't speak. I pulled her pants aside, pressed her buttocks against my waist, and my penis reached the entrance of her vagina.

She seemed to come to her senses at this moment, struggling and pleading with me: "Xiao Liu, I beg you, please let me go, I'll find you a good woman." My penis rubbed against the entrance of her vagina. How could I agree to her and let go of the good thing I'd been waiting for? I thrust my hips forward, and the head of my penis went in. I think her face must have turned white. She definitely didn't expect me to enter her body here. She started to struggle, and the more she struggled, the faster my penis went in, and in just a few strokes, it was already halfway in. At this moment, she saw someone slowly walking over at the same time as us, and she begged me again: "Don't do this, if they see us, how will we face them in the future?"

I said, "Then you have to give it to me tonight, or I won't let you go."

To be honest, I was also scared, but she agreed without hesitation. I said, "If you don't give it to me tonight, I'll come knocking on your door." She nodded and said, "I promise you, just let me go, they're coming." I thought to myself, "

Even if you don't give it to me tonight, I won't lose anything. I've already gone in, it's like I've already had it." I thrust my penis into her vagina a few more times until it was fully inside before slowly pulling it out. I felt a lot of fluid inside her. I didn't know if it was because we were having sex in the water or because she was aroused. Since she had her back to me, I couldn't see her expression, and I didn't know how she reacted when I thrust into her so hard—whether she was enjoying it or in pain. I let her go and swam to the front of her. When I stood up, she was gone. I didn't have a chance to see her expression. When I looked carefully, I found that she had gone to the changing room.

When I got on the bus, I noticed she was sitting in the last row. Without hesitation, I sat next to her. As the bus started moving, I realized how captivating the scenery was. Her wet hair and unmade-up face mesmerized me. My colleagues in front of me were loudly discussing the fun of surfing and their plans for the evening, but I'm sure neither she nor I were paying attention. I watched her gazing out the window, wondering what she was thinking. I placed my hand in hers, and she didn't react: this was the first time she hadn't rejected me. I gently stroked her hand, wishing this road would never end. Suddenly, she turned to me and asked, "Why do you keep bothering me? There are plenty of good women out there. I'm just a married woman with children. If I report you, you'll go to jail." I don't know if I'd truly fallen for her, but I sincerely said, "I really like you. I don't want to break up your family. I just want to have you, to love you properly just this once. No matter if you're married or have children, in my heart you'll always be an 18-year-old girl. I really like you." She said, "If I don't give it to you tonight, will you really come knocking on the door?" I blurted out, "No, I can't bear to hurt you. I need you to do it willingly." As soon as I said that, I wanted to slap myself. She didn't say anything and turned to look out the window again.

That evening, we ate at a farmhouse in the county town, a leisure resort. After dinner, there was a bonfire party. During dinner, I saw her drink several glasses of wine; her face was flushed. I didn't know if it was because she was happy or tired, but she felt a little dizzy after a few drinks. As we drank, it gradually got dark. By the time we finished, a roaring bonfire was burning in the square outside. I saw her standing alone under a tree, seemingly lost in thought. Her colleagues from work were already drinking beer (the baijiu they drank at dinner) around the bonfire. Then I saw her sit down under a tree, so I went over and sat down next to her. "What are you thinking about?" I asked her. She didn't answer; she just stared blankly at the bonfire. After a while, she asked me, "Is there a place to rest here? I've been drinking and want to rest for a bit." I said I'd ask for her. I went to ask the manager, and the rooms were in the back. I came back and told her, and she seemed really drunk, staggering towards the back.

My colleagues offered me beer, but I only had a few. I was thinking: should I go or not? If I don't go, I might never have another chance. But seeing how I'd teased her, I couldn't bear it. I realized I'd really fallen for her. My usual harassment had turned my feelings for her into a habit, and slowly, without realizing it, I'd fallen for her. I was also afraid that if we really developed feelings for each other, it would make things difficult for both of us in the future.

Just as I was still lost in thought, my phone rang. I saw it was her call and hesitated for a long time before answering. Her drunken voice came through the phone: "Come here, I need to talk to you. I've had too much to drink today. Let's talk this out. I'll give you what you want, but please, don't bother me anymore." Then she hung up.

I stared at the phone in my hand, but I felt no joy. I didn't know if I should go. Just then, a colleague next to me saw my distress and, knowing I was upset about a woman, came over to comfort me: "Men, what's there to hold onto? Just be happy." I said, "I'm just unhappy." He said, "Just do what you're supposed to do, and there's nothing to be unhappy about. Just be true to yourself." I looked at my phone. Looking at the room behind me, I finally went over.

Reaching the door, I hesitated. I didn't know what would happen if I went in. After thinking for a moment, I pushed the door open. The door wasn't locked. I saw her lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. I gently walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. She didn't wake up. I bent down and gently kissed her lips. Then she woke up. She looked at me and said, "You're here. Let's talk this over. If I give you what you want, will you really stop coming to see me and stop bothering me?" I went over and closed the door. Looking at her, I said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." She slowly began to undress. First, she took off her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath, and then her pants, revealing off-white panties. She turned around and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white breasts. Although she had given birth, her breasts were still well-maintained, firm, with rosy areolas and small nipples. When she took off her panties, the first thing I saw was the mark of childbirth—a clear scar on her abdomen, and beautiful pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape. She looked at me, still unresponsive, and asked, "Didn't you always want this? Did you change your mind today, or did you have a change of heart?" I didn't answer her, but slowly walked up to her and suddenly kissed her on the lips. Our tongues intertwined in our mouths, and my hands caressed her entire body.

But strangely, my penis didn't react. I gently took her nipple into my mouth, licking it like a child, and her body reacted noticeably. My lips moved down to the place I'd always dreamed of. Since I'd showered, I couldn't smell any fishy odor. I licked her labia, my tongue tracing the entrance to her vagina. I swallowed all the fluids she released. I knew she was driven by instinct and desperately wanted me inside her. I kissed her lips again. Her face was flushed, and she was completely weak, her body writhing.

I stopped and stood up. She thought I was going to undress, and looked at me, her face still red. I looked at her too. Slowly, her eyes widened in surprise.

I said, "I don't want to threaten you. I truly love you, and I don't want to force you. I don't want your body; I want you to be my lover. We can't be husband and wife in this life, but we can be lovers forever. If you don't want that, I don't want to humiliate you, because I can't bear to hurt you. I apologize for everything I've done before. I'm sorry."

She didn't speak, but slowly began to dress. I left the room. The wind cleared my head. I didn't know if what I did was right or wrong, but I didn't regret it.

The next day on the way back, she sat down next to me. I didn't say anything, and neither did she. It was then that I realized how beautiful the scenery was, and I knew that a relationship we shouldn't have was destined to develop between us.

That night, I texted her, asking if she had made up her mind. She replied, "I don't know. You're much better than I imagined. My mind is a mess right now." Lying in bed, I couldn't figure out why I was doing this. I could only take it one step at a time. The next

day at work, I saw that her eyes were red and her complexion was poor. I found an opportunity to ask her, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" She nodded, glanced at me, and then turned and left. Looking at her haggard figure, I didn't know what my actions had brought to her life. I didn't know if my actions would ruin a happy family; my own mind was also in turmoil. That

night, I went to bed early, my mind filled with her haggard appearance. I wanted to call her, but I didn't have the courage. My phone sat in my hand for a long time without me dialing. I wanted to text her, but I didn't dare, afraid that her husband would see it and hurt her.

At 11:20, my phone rang. I saw it was a message from her: "It's going to rain tomorrow, wear more clothes and bring an umbrella." I didn't reply; I didn't know how. I put my phone to my chest and fell asleep, sleeping soundly with her concern in my heart.

It rained the next day, just as expected. Early in the morning, I went to the breakfast stall downstairs from my office and ate slowly. I checked my watch and knew she would arrive in a few minutes. A little while later, she got off the bus. As soon as she got off, she looked around. I knew she was looking at me. I noticed she didn't have an umbrella, so I ran over and opened it for her. She seemed pleased with my gesture. I asked her, "You told me it was going to rain, why didn't you bring an umbrella?" She didn't answer. She went to the food stall and ordered breakfast. Neither of us spoke; we just ate slowly. It was about 100 meters from there to our office. After we finished eating, the rain intensified. I held the umbrella over her, and we slowly walked towards our workplace. To keep her from getting wet, I tried my best to keep her under the umbrella; my clothes were almost completely soaked. We got off at the elevator, and it was empty. As soon as we entered the elevator, she hugged me. We didn't say anything, just kissed each other. She cried, saying, "I'm so tired. Please don't torture me." I said, "I'm not." Why didn't you call me yesterday? I sent you messages but you didn't reply. She cried even harder. I quickly said, "Don't cry, this is the workplace, if someone sees us, it'll be terrible." Only after hearing this did she stop crying. On the way out of the elevator, several people from the workplace looked at us with strange eyes, making my face burn, but she didn't seem to react much.

During work hours, my mind was blank, and I kept receiving messages from her, mainly:

(1) Can we not do this? Let's just be friends.

(2) I miss you, come and talk to me.

(3) Can I introduce you to a girlfriend?

From her messages, I could tell that she was conflicted, so I didn't reply to any of them. At noon, she asked me to go to lunch, but I didn't go. I said I wasn't feeling well, and she asked me with concern if I had caught a cold from being caught in the rain. I said maybe.

Everyone in the office went out to eat, and I dozed off at my desk. She was right next to me, constantly fiddling with her phone. I vaguely sensed her locking the door. She walked over to me and gently brushed my ear with her hair. When I didn't react, she pulled me up and asked me seriously, "Now that no one's around, what do you suggest we do?" I glanced at her and smiled lewdly, saying, "Men and women only have a relationship, it's just a matter of whether it's legitimate." Then I hugged her and kissed her passionately. She seemed to have been waiting for my actions, moving her body in rhythm with my movements. I placed her on the desk and kissed her, unbuttoning her clothes. Slowly, I kissed her nipples; she was clearly aroused, her legs rubbing together with my kisses. While enjoying my kisses and caresses, she moaned, "Not here, if someone sees, it'll be terrible." I had originally planned to have sex right here, but her words made me put her down. Looking at her flushed face, disheveled clothes, and exposed breasts, I really wanted to have sex with her right there.

She lowered her head and slowly put on her clothes, asking me, "Are you feeling unwell?" My penis was already painfully erect, so I nodded and said, "I want you, I want you." "It won't work here, just bear with it. I'll come to your place tonight,"

she said gently. I pulled her hand to my penis and said, "Look, I can't even stand up now, it hurts so much, please help me." She walked over to me and slowly squatted down, taking my glans into her mouth. I watched her head move back and forth between my legs, feeling my penis going in and out of her mouth. It felt better than a dream. I lay back in my office chair, and she vigorously gave me oral sex. This was something I had always wanted and longed for, but now that it was actually happening, I realized that imagination and reality were vastly different. No matter how much I imagined it, I couldn't feel the same pleasure as today. After a while, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I said to her, "I'm about to come, be careful." She ignored me and kept licking my penis hard. I felt a tickle on my glans, so I pressed her head down forcefully. I felt like I was flying. All my semen went into her throat and mouth. I felt that this ejaculation was better than any I had ever had before. I didn't come back to my senses until she licked the fluid off my penis. Looking at her happy face, I couldn't help but pick her up and kiss her a few times, then asked her, "Where did you spit it out?" She laughed and said, "I swallowed it all." She looked at my surprised expression and said, "What's so strange about that? To love someone is to love all of them." I then came to my senses and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. I love you."

That night, I went home first to change my clothes. She went home first to take care of the baby and then called me, as we had agreed. But when I got home, I found that I had a slight fever, so I called her and said I might not be able to come. She said it was okay and she would come to see me. I lay in bed waiting for her, and after a short while, I heard her snoring. As soon as I opened the door, it was her. She was wearing a red dress, which made her figure even more alluring. We hugged and kissed passionately as soon as we entered, kissing our way from the living room to my bed. She quietly told me she had taken a shower at home, and I knew what she wanted. We both consciously took off all our clothes. I held my long-desired lover and licked her vigorously, my tongue exploring every part of her body, finally stopping between her legs. I used my tongue to repeatedly move in and out of her vaginal opening; she was so wet that I couldn't even swallow it all. She placed her hands on my head and pressed them hard between her legs. I turned around and gave her my penis, which she readily took into her mouth.

We played in the 69 position for over half an hour before she said to me: "Darling, give it to me quickly, I'm so itchy, I want you." At this moment, her legs were spread out in an M shape in front of me. My glans, already red and purple from being inside her mouth, was positioned at the entrance of her vagina. I thrust my hips forward, and my entire penis slid in. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by a long-lost warmth. Her hands gripped my back tightly as my penis moved in and out of her vagina. The faster the rhythm, the tighter her grip became. The only sounds in the room were her dreamy moans and the soft, squelching sounds of my penis rubbing against her vagina. We maintained this position for over ten minutes before we entered from behind. This position allowed me to see the friction between my penis and her vagina more clearly, intensifying my sensory stimulation. I could also see the allure of her anus. I smeared the vaginal fluid on her anus with my hand and gently inserted my finger halfway inside. At that moment, I heard her moan, "No, I can't take it anymore, don't do this." Before she finished speaking, she collapsed onto the bed. I knew she had orgasmed. But I hadn't yet. I flipped her over again and thrust my penis harder into her vagina. She, who had just climaxed, slowly became aroused again, her hips moving up and down in sync with my thrusts, allowing me to exert more force. (It was then that I truly understood that sex with a married woman is the best.)

I continued this motion for at least 20 minutes. I felt I was about to ejaculate, and I whispered, "Darling, I'm going to cum, do you want it?" She opened her hazy eyes and moaned, "Give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore." I thrust a few times, and my glans went numb. A surge of heat rushed to the deepest part of her vagina. She clung tightly to me, her legs clamping around my penis, ensuring that every last drop of my semen entered her body. We remained in that position until we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I found she was gone. There was a note by the bed: "Darling, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. I have to go home. See you at work. I love you. You are my lover. The medicine I bought for you is in the living room. Remember to take it before you come to work." Looking at this note, I knew I would be in a good mood for work that day.

After our relationship became official, work became more enjoyable and filled with laughter. Her complexion also became rosy. We were as sweet as young lovers in our first love, but after making love, we often worried about our future. We both knew that such a relationship was dangerous; secrets can never be kept forever. If that day ever came, her family and children might leave her. She often felt sorry for her loving husband, but she couldn't let go of our relationship and couldn't resist the temptation of lust. So we drifted further and further apart. Days passed in this way, filled with our laughter and one affair after another.

One rainy morning, most of the people at work were out running errands. I was alone in my office surfing the internet when she rushed in and said mysteriously, "Honey (that's what we call each other), did you know? A female manager is being transferred to our company. I heard she's a beauty!" I said, "What's so surprising? My wife is beautiful too." She continued, "You don't know, this woman is very powerful. I heard her husband divorced her because of an affair. Her lover is apparently an official in our head office." I found her expression quite amusing. I stood up and closed the door. She looked at me with a lewd grin and sat down on my desk without hesitation. I laughed and said, "Honey, your period should be over, right? I can't hold back anymore." She blushed and said, "It just ended yesterday. The guy at home wanted it, but I didn't give it to him. I want to give it to you first." I went over, hugged her, and kissed her, gently licking her ear. Having made love to her many times, I knew exactly where her sensitive spots were. Hearing her dreamlike moans and stroking her burning body, my penis was already rock hard. I lifted her onto my chair, spread her legs, and saw that there were already wet patches on her white panties. I gently pulled down her panties and used my newly grown stubble to gently stimulate her moist vaginal opening. She covered her mouth with one hand and pressed my head against her vaginal opening with the other. As my tongue continued to enter her vagina, she still let out moans that captivated me even though her mouth was covered by her hand.

Finally, she spoke: "Honey, give it to me, I'm itchy." I pulled my pants down halfway and entered her in a half-squatting position. A woman's vagina is looser than usual after her period, and with so much discharge, my penis went in all at once. She let out a soft "ah," wrapped her arms around my waist, and moved her hips up and down in sync with my thrusts. After about 10 minutes in this position, my legs started to ache (the half-squatting position isn't good for sex). I told her to lie on the desk and I entered her from behind. Watching my penis go in and out of her vagina, watching her vagina become increasingly red from the stimulation, I knew she was close to climaxing. I thrust hard for a few moments and then heard her say: "Honey, I feel so good!" Then she wrapped her arms around my waist, making it impossible for me to thrust any further. But I wasn't satisfied yet, so I pulled her arms away and thrust even harder. By this time, she had no strength left and just lay on the desk, letting me thrust in and out. I felt a tickle on my glans and knew I was about to come: "Wife, I'm going to cum."

I had barely finished speaking when she suddenly turned around and took my penis into her mouth, thrusting it in and out of her vagina with a ticklish sensation. The stimulation to my senses and body made me ejaculate all over her mouth at once. After I finished, she still held my penis in her mouth and gently licked the mixture of my and her fluids clean until my penis was only covered in her saliva before she stood up. I asked her, "You ate it all again?" She laughed and said, "Yes, this stuff is good for your complexion, didn't you know?" Actually, I knew she never liked the idea of my and her husband's fluids being mixed together inside her body.

When we got dressed, I noticed her face was still very red. I asked her, "How can you go out like this? People will know you just had sex, and you even had an orgasm." She sat on me and said, "I told you you raped me, raped me to orgasm!" Wow, I've never heard of a raper being able to orgasm. After laughing and joking around, she went back to her office.

That night, when I got home, I received a message from her: "Honey, go to sleep early, I miss you." I didn't reply. The thought of her immediately going to bed with her husband, having sex like me, made me feel a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do. She had a license, while I was operating illegally.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the office, someone called me to the manager's office, saying the new manager had arrived and I needed to meet everyone. Without changing my work clothes, I went to the manager's office door, knocked lightly, and heard a woman's voice say, "Come in." Pushing open the door, I saw a woman around 35-40 years old sitting in the usual manager's seat. She had very fair skin and a few small freckles. Her professional suit made her look very elegant; she was clearly a cultured white-collar worker. The deputy manager introduced her to me, saying, "Xiao Liu, this is the new Manager Zhang." Turning to the new manager, she said, "This is our youngest colleague in the unit, in marketing, and quite capable." Manager Liu glanced at me a few times, smiled, and said, "Young man, not bad. I've heard your market development is excellent. Keep up the good work; the company needs talent like you." Damn… everyone says the same thing. When they're laid off, they all cry "I'm laid off!" I nodded and said, "Definitely, definitely, I'll do even better next time." At that moment, I noticed a familiar look in Manager Liu's eyes, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before.

Manager Liu said, "Xiao Liu, go back to your work. I just called you here for a meeting. If you need anything, come find me." I nodded, turned, and left. Back in my office, I kept thinking about why her gaze felt so familiar, but I couldn't figure it out. A while later, my wife came over and asked what the manager wanted, what she looked like, and if she was the stereotypical lewd woman. Ugh… why are women so gossipy? I smiled and replied, "She's not bad, quite pretty, looks about 30, very classy." Just as I finished speaking, I saw the manager standing in the doorway, smiling and listening to me. My mind went blank, blood rushed to my face, and I jumped up, saying, "Manager, is there something you need?" Manager Liu smiled happily, shook her head, and left. Only then did my wife realize that the person who had just seen her was the new manager. She pinched my hand hard and said, "

Hello, pat..." "Your flattery skills are getting more and more sophisticated. I think you're going to get into trouble sooner or later." She stormed off after saying that. A woman's excessive sensitivity is never a good thing; I never expected her to say something like that. However, I know that no woman would be angry if someone praised her beauty behind her back. Manager Liu seemed quite pleased earlier, but the look in her eyes when she smiled at me felt familiar.

That night, my wife and I went to a private room at a KTV. She was angry with me all night, and I thought she was being petty, so I drank heavily. The atmosphere was very heavy all night. Around 11 pm, she said she wanted to go home, so we left the room together. As soon as we stepped outside, we saw Manager Liu standing at the door talking to two women. I tried to turn around immediately, but it was too late; my wife had already followed us out. My wife and I stood frozen at the door. Manager Liu also didn't expect me to come out of the room with a female colleague from work. She stared at us for a few seconds. I awkwardly greeted Manager Liu: "Manager Liu, what are you doing here?" Manager Liu's eyes flashed with a sly smile as she said, "Yes, what a coincidence! I didn't know you two liked singing. Maybe we could get together sometime." My wife, sitting behind me, wanted to explain but couldn't find an excuse, looking completely flustered. I said we had to leave, and Manager Liu said she was leaving too, offering to drive us. Unable to refuse, I got into her car with her.

Manager Liu was driving, and my wife and I were sitting in the back. I saw in the mirror that Manager Liu kept glancing at us, a sly smile on her face. My wife said goodbye when we got downstairs and then got off. Manager Liu then told me to sit in the front. As soon as I sat down, she handed me a cigarette and lit one for herself. The air was heavy. I wanted to explain but couldn't find a good reason. She spoke first: "I didn't realize you were so capable, managing to get your hands on Xiao Yang from our workplace. Don't tell me you and she are just colleagues." I pleaded, "Manager, you saw everything. Nothing I say will change anything. Just please don't tell anyone. If her husband finds out, it'll be all over." Manager Liu glanced at me and said, "I won't tell anyone, but you have to treat me to dinner and karaoke." At this point, I had no choice but to agree. When we got to my apartment building, Manager Liu said, "From now on, when you're not at work, just call me Sister Liu, not 'Manager,' I don't like that." I said okay. When I got home, I lay in bed and called my wife. She had been waiting for my call and was furious. When I told her it was nothing, just that I had to treat Manager Liu to dinner, she became even angrier, yelling, "I knew that slut was no good! Just look at the way she looks at you, you can tell what she's up to! Dinner? I think she wants to eat you alive! You decide what to do. If you get together with her, don't come looking for me!" Then she hung up. Hearing my wife's words, I realized she had a point. But Manager Liu shouldn't be interested in me. Although I'm 185cm tall and weigh 80kg, I'm broke. Ah, not the big boss she likes. If I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it. I'll sleep it off and find out when I get to work tomorrow.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at work, I saw Manager Liu waiting for me at my office door: "Xiao Liu, come to my office for a moment, I need to talk to you." I had no choice but to obediently follow her. As soon as I entered the office, I said: "Manager, what is it? I have a lot to do today, I'm in a hurry." I wanted to leave her office quickly. She handed me a cigarette and said: "What's wrong? Can't you even talk to your sister for a bit? You promised to treat me to dinner and karaoke last night, I just wanted to ask when you're going to treat me." I could only smile and say: "Manager, at least wait until I get paid before you treat me, it's already mid-month, I don't have enough money." "Oh, really? Okay then, I'll lend you some, you can pay me back when you get paid."

Since she'd already said that much, I could only say: "Manager, whatever you want, I'm free." "Aren't you afraid Yang Ling will eat..." "Jealousy!" (I haven't mentioned it yet, my lover's name is Yang Ling). I said no, it's okay. "Okay, wait for my call. I'll call you when I've decided. You go ahead and do your work." I had no choice but to return to my office dejectedly. As soon as I got there, Yang Ling came in and asked me, "What did that slut want from you? Did she want to ask about us? Just tell her, what are you afraid of?" I quickly closed the door, afraid someone would hear. I said, "It's nothing, she just wanted to ask about the market response to our company's products and this month's report." Yang Ling looked incredulous and said, "I'll tell you again, if you're with her, don't come looking for me. But we've never been together." Seeing tears welling in her eyes, I hugged her tenderly and said, "Darling, you have to believe me, it won't happen. We've already been through so much together, I can't bear to lose you."

She finally stopped crying, and after my reassurance and comfort, she returned to her office. I went to the office.

After she left, I thought about it carefully and realized that the way the manager spoke to me and looked at me was a little different, not unlike the way I looked at Yang Ling when I was pursuing her. I comforted myself: It shouldn't be like that, she's thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, she probably wouldn't choose someone like me.

After work, I received a call from the manager asking me to come to her house to fix her computer, and she would pick me up downstairs. I knew that something might happen if I went there, but I couldn't refuse. (It was at this moment that I realized how easy it is for superiors to sexually harass subordinates, as described in newspapers and on TV). I had no choice but to go downstairs and wait for her to pick me up. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw that she was already there. She smiled and said: "You look so dejected. Your sister isn't a monster. If you fix it for me, I'll give you a reward." I got into the car and said: "I don't look dejected at all, I'm just a little tired from work." She asked me seriously: "Do you want to change jobs?" "Come help me organize the files, it'll be easy." I quickly said no.

Seeing my flustered state, she laughed: "Did your Yang Ling say something to you? That woman... looks like I need to have a good talk with her." I hurriedly said: "No, she didn't say anything, please don't go to her."

I knew Yang Ling looked gentle, but inside she had a very bad temper and couldn't stand the slightest anger. "Oh. You seem quite concerned about her. You two have been together for a long time, looks like you have a good relationship." Hearing the teasing in her tone, I felt a strange mix of emotions. "Should I transfer Yang Ling to a different job, make her the manager of the county company?" she said nonchalantly. Only then did I realize that Yang Ling was absolutely right; this slut was indeed very slutty and petty. I hurriedly said: "Please don't, her child is still young." "Hmph, young child, but she seems quite bold; the car arrived..." I arrived at her apartment building; she lived in an upscale residential complex. As I went upstairs, I wondered what she was up to, and what would happen once I got there. Just then, my phone rang. It was Yang Ling calling. We had arranged to have dinner together. I hesitated to answer; I didn't know what to say.

Her apartment's decor didn't resemble that of a high-class white-collar worker. Every piece of furniture exuded a classic charm, giving a feeling of stepping back in time. I sat on her wooden sofa, and she made me a cup of tea. I didn't know the quality of tea, but I knew it was good. I asked her, "Manager, is the computer over there? Let me take a look, but I'm not sure I can fix it; my skills are limited." She led me to the computer and said, "Take a look yourself. I'll go change my clothes." I turned on the computer—it had a virus! I fixed this simple thing in 10 minutes. After she finished, she had changed into casual home clothes and was cooking. Having always seen her in her business attire, seeing her cooking in the kitchen for the first time, she really gave off a "good wife and mother" vibe. She turned to look at me and said, "

Xiao Liu, you watch TV first. I'll just make something simple. Eat before you leave." I was about to leave, but hearing her say that made me hesitate.

After she finished cooking, I helped her set the table. She took out a bottle of red wine I didn't recognize and poured two glasses: "Xiao Liu, just eat whatever you want here today. Another time you treat me, I'll really rip you off." I could only smile wryly and say, "

Manager, you decide. I only have a pitiful amount of money." She smiled at my wry smile and said, "

Come on, let's drink. We'll talk about it another time." I could only drink with her. I usually enjoy drinking, but for some reason, I felt uneasy drinking today. After finishing a bottle, I was already feeling dizzy. I offered to help her clear the table, but she wouldn't let me: "This..." "These are things women do, why are you, a man, doing them?" I increasingly couldn't understand this woman; what kind of person was she?

Sitting on the sofa, I drank tea. She sat opposite me, glanced at me, and said, "Xiao Liu, I want to ask you something." I knew what she wanted to ask, and said, "Go ahead and ask." "How did you end up with Yang Ling? She has a husband and children. Have you considered the future?" This question struck at the deepest part of my heart. I lit a cigarette and remained silent. She continued, "What can she give you if you're with her? Even if she likes you, she won't divorce her husband for you. Are your conditions comparable to her husband's?"

This question made me feel inferior. Her husband had a house, a car, and money. I, on the other hand, was just a lowly employee. Seeing my silence, she knew her words had worked. "I divorced my husband for my lover. You've probably heard about my story. You're still young; think carefully about your own path." As I buried my head in thought, the phone rang. I didn't need to look to know who was calling; she probably guessed it too. "If you have something to do, you can go ahead. Think carefully about what your sister told you." I glanced at her, said nothing, and left her house.

Back home, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I had considered what she had said, but I hadn't expected her to be so insightful. The phone kept ringing beside me. I didn't want to answer; I didn't know if, given my current mood, I would say "let's break up." I turned on the TV; the song request channel was playing Na Ying's "No Matter How Bitter." Listening to the lyrics, I felt an indescribable bitterness, thinking of the happy days we spent together, the days we argued—the memories were all so sweet. Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was the electricity bill collector. When I opened the door, I saw her standing there in her pajamas, her face covered in sweat. Neither of us spoke; we just looked at each other. Slowly, I saw tears welling up in her eyes. I couldn't hold back any longer and carried her inside. Only then did she burst into tears, crying and saying repeatedly, "Why didn't you answer my calls? Don't you want me anymore? Even if you don't want me, you should at least answer my calls and tell me! You..." What does this look like? I could only lie: No, I was charging my phone at home this afternoon, and I didn't take it with me when I left. Slowly, she stopped crying, looking at me with red eyes: You know what, I sneaked out while my husband was asleep, look, I didn't even change my clothes. Actually, I knew even if she didn't say it. I didn't say anything, I just kissed her lips. Our love, tested once, made our kiss more passionate and closer than usual. I had never felt so close to her before.

Kissing my dear lover, I slowly took off her pajamas little by little. We knew each other's movements very well, and her hands were constantly caressing my whole body. We stood there in my living room, kissing passionately without any barriers, until I knew what she needed. I gently placed her on the armrest of the sofa, my Standing between her legs, my glans gently rubbed against the entrance of her vagina, just like our mouths used to. She let out familiar moans, and after I entered her, I felt an unprecedented comfort and warmth. Her legs tightly gripped my waist, and I slowly lifted her up. We stood in the middle of the room, passionately expressing our feelings. From the living room to the bed, we thrust in and out of each other repeatedly, and she reached orgasm again and again. Even as I was about to ejaculate, she still held my penis in her mouth until I had completely released my love. Lying on the bed,

she nestled against my chest and softly asked, "If there were a better woman than me who wanted to be with you, would you still want me?" I stroked her smooth back gently and said, "You'll know if you listen to Na Ying's song 'No Matter How Bitter'." She looked at me: "I'm going back now, do you want to take me?" I nodded.

When we got to her door, she looked at me earnestly: "If he finds out when I get back, and wants a divorce, will you still want me?" Looking at her, I felt a mix of emotions. I replied earnestly: "If that happens, I'll marry you." Watching her slowly go upstairs with a happy smile, watching her disappear into the stairwell, I asked myself, would I really marry her if she really got a divorce?

On the way home, I looked at the passersby outside the window, my heart still unsettled. I didn't know if I could really do what she said last time. I hadn't even thought about marrying her. Perhaps what Manager Liu said that afternoon really had a big impact on me; some things are just impossible to figure out. Before I even got out of the car, I received a text message: "Everything's fine, darling, go to sleep early, I love you forever." Looking at this message, the burden in my heart grew heavier and heavier.

Because I hadn't slept well the night before, I was late for work. As soon as I got to the office, I saw Manager Liu sitting in my chair.

"Xiao Liu, you're late. Did you stay out too late last night?" I awkwardly said, "I didn't sleep well last night, I had insomnia." She glanced at me and said, "You go about your business, I'm leaving." After she left, I saw a letter on my desk, left by her. I quickly opened it and saw only one piece of paper inside: "I know you can't forget her, but she might ruin you. You're still young, there are things you don't understand. Love alone isn't enough for two people to be together, and temporary physical needs can't last. Quite a few people already know about you and her. If you're really going to be with her, you'll have to face pressure from society and your family. The company is planning to transfer you to the county as a deputy manager, think about it." I had already thought about this until midnight last night and still couldn't figure it out, now my mind is even more confused. I put the letter in my pocket, ready to get to work, when Yang Ling came in. "You don't seem very happy today. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Looking at her radiant face and innocent smile, I felt no joy at all. I shook my head. "No, I just went to bed late last night. I'll take a nap at noon and I'll be fine. You go to work first, I'll come back to you after I finish my work." Watching her skip away, I thought to myself: Do all women crave passion? I don't understand.

At noon, I didn't go to lunch with Yang Ling; I slept in the office. I had just fallen asleep when the phone rang: "Xiao Liu, I'm waiting for you downstairs. Come to the company with me." Even though my manager called, I had to go. Once in the car, I realized she didn't seem to be going on business at all. She was dressed much better than usual, wearing perfume, and a very sexy dress. Because the dress was so tight, her breasts looked like they were about to burst. The car drove towards the suburbs. I asked her where we were going, but she wouldn't say, just kept laughing. The car arrived at a well-known resort in our area. She seemed to come here often. She led me to a secluded small building. As soon as we entered the room, she told me she wanted me to have dinner with her, as it was her birthday. Although I was suspicious, I still smiled and said happy birthday. I asked her how old she was, but she wouldn't tell me. I guessed she was 38 or 39.

She took a long robe from the inner room and handed it to me: "Go take a shower. It's very dusty on the way. The bathroom is downstairs." I was going to say I didn't want to shower, but my feet unconsciously led me to the bathroom. I'd just started showering when I heard her at the door say, "Want me to help you scrub your back?" I quickly said thank you, I could manage myself. When I finished showering, she changed her clothes and prepared to shower too, saying, "You don't want me to help you scrub your back, but I want you to help me!" I pretended not to hear and watched my own TV. Sure enough, after she'd been showering for a while, I heard her call me. I deliberately turned the TV volume up really loud, wondering how I was going to get home.

She came out after showering, glanced at me without saying a word, and I realized she was only wrapped in a towel. I could clearly see her snow-white thighs and half-covered breasts. I knew she definitely wasn't wearing any clothes underneath. She went to the bedside and ordered food and a bottle of liquor on the phone, saying, "I don't have many friends here; they're all out of town. I know you probably didn't want to come with me today, but I'm still very happy you came." You might be wondering why a woman in her thirties like me would want to approach you. I'll tell you slowly over drinks, and you'll understand afterward. From the moment I entered this room, I didn't want to speak. As a man, I don't care what happens between us, but I just don't want a woman ten years older than me to have sex with me, especially not willingly. It hurts my pride. I used to be the one harassing others; who knew I'd end up like this?

The meal consisted of only a few delicate side dishes, a bottle of Moutai, and two wine glasses. I thought how wonderful it would be to be in this setting with Yang Ling, but the person in front of me wasn't her. "You're curious why I like to talk to you, aren't you? I'll tell you now. You look a lot like my college classmate, my first love. We were together for four years, and we broke up because he went to Tibet for work. I haven't heard from him since. He asked me to go to Tibet with him, but I thought it was too tough there, so I didn't go. Who knew it would be just as tough and tiring in the mainland?" Hearing her words, I just kept drinking. I didn't want to think about whether what she said was true; I only knew I didn't want to stay here, I wanted to leave. "I know you might not believe it, but you really do look like him. He's tall, dark-skinned, and very attractive to women, just like you." Seeing that she was almost drunk, I wanted to get her drunk so we could go home. Suddenly, she sat down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder: "Xiao Liu, I know you want to leave. I know you don't want to stay here with your sister. It's my birthday today, so please don't leave, okay?" Smelling her body fragrance and seeing her full breasts beneath the towel, my masculine instincts slowly began to stir under the influence of alcohol. She looked up at me, her lips gently biting behind my ear, saying, "I'm so lonely. I don't have a single friend here. All the men outside are fucking bastards." I tried to stand up but couldn't move. I didn't know if it was my mind not wanting to move or if I already had the idea of spending the night with her. I turned to look at her; her face was already very red. The towel covering her body almost completely exposed her breasts. Her nipples weren't very attractive, their color a bit dark, but her breasts were still firm, indicating they were well-maintained. At this close range, I could hardly see any signs of someone in their thirties on her face. She kept stroking my body with her hands, and slowly her hand touched my already erect penis. I felt her hand was very hot and trembling. I knew she hadn't had sex in a long time, but I never expected such a strong reaction; even touching my penis made her hand tremble. My lips finally met hers, and kissing her felt like kissing a 16-year-old girl, except I felt like that 16-year-old girl. Her tongue swirled incessantly in my mouth, as if trying to devour all my saliva.

Finally, she pushed me down onto the bed, rubbing her full breasts against my stomach. As the towels fell off her body, I noticed that she, like other women in their thirties, had some belly fat, though it wasn't usually noticeable. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, and her breasts weren't as firm as Yang Ling's. As her head moved down to my groin, she kissed my testicles, not directly on my penis, and her mouth continued to move downwards. She spread my legs with her hands, placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing them together. This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced with any other woman, and it gave my nerves an unprecedented stimulation. Then she slowly took my penis into her mouth, bit by bit. Her oral sex skills were clearly much better than Yang Ling's; her mouth moved rhythmically, and her hand circled around my anus. Just as I was about to climax, she pinched the base of my penis hard, instantly killing my urge to ejaculate. I had to admire her skill. Just

as she was about to mount me, her phone rang. She reluctantly looked at it, then went to answer it. Judging from her tone, it sounded like it was her child calling. I also checked my phone; there was a message from Yang Ling: "Honey, I can't come with you today. My husband seems to have heard something, and we had a fight. Go to bed early tonight, and I'll come to your house tomorrow at noon, your baby." Seeing Yang Ling's message, my lust instantly subsided. I watched Manager Liu still on the phone and slowly started to get dressed. She glanced at me as I was getting dressed, still on the phone. I heard what sounded like an argument, and by the time I finished, it was getting increasingly heated. I wanted to say goodbye before leaving, but seeing how red-faced she was, I didn't. Downstairs, I heard the argument turn into crying.

When I got home, Manager Liu sent me a message: "Thank you for having lunch with me." I didn't understand it, and I didn't want to.

The next day at work, I saw Manager Liu; she seemed the same as usual, except her gaze was slightly different. At lunchtime, Yang Ling and I came to my place. As soon as we entered, we went straight to my bed. Since we only had an hour at lunchtime, we quickly undressed. We used familiar techniques to caress each other's bodies. My desire from the previous day was reignited, even more intensely than before. When I entered her from behind, Yang Ling let out a painful yet pleasurable moan. I felt like I wasn't just having sex, but also venting my recent frustrations and anxieties. Slowly, Yang Ling couldn't withstand my intense thrusts and collapsed onto the bed. I rolled her over again, placing her legs on my shoulders so I could clearly see her expression during her orgasm. By this time, Yang Ling was too weak to speak, only humming sounds I couldn't understand, her buttocks moving rhythmically in response to my movements. I held this position for only 10 minutes before suddenly pounced on her, venting all my frustration on her.

"You were so amazing today, you almost made me faint." Looking at Yang Ling, who was being affectionate beside me, I wondered when we would end up together, and how long these happy days could last. Do lovers really need to be responsible for their love?

When I got to the office, Manager Liu called to tell me that I was going on a business trip with her the next day for three days.

I hadn't even told Yang Ling about the trip before she already knew, but she didn't know who I was going with. For some reason, I unconsciously lied and said I was going alone. She just said she couldn't take me because of family matters.

The next afternoon, Manager Liu drove to my apartment building to pick me up. The car drove out of Xiangcheng. As soon as I got upstairs, I received a message from Yang Ling... Message: Honey, drink less when you go out, I'll treat you well when you get back. Before the car even left the city, I saw Yang Ling's family on the roadside. She and her husband were affectionately arm in arm, their child was cuddling beside them. Seeing their happy family scene made me feel uneasy. Although I have no right to blame her—I chose this path myself—I just can't understand whether she's with me out of genuine affection or just lust! She just sent me a message and immediately went back to enjoying herself with her husband. I don't understand, I can't see it. Women, what can your hearts possibly hold?

Liu also saw it. She didn't speak, just kept looking at me with a smile I couldn't understand. We didn't talk much on the way home either; I just felt very depressed and suffocated.

When we arrived at the company, we went to our respective departments to report on our work. By the time we finished, it was already dark. I had no appetite for the company-sponsored meal, and even though Liu said she was treating me, I didn't want to go. I went back to the guesthouse early to sleep. It seemed like Manager Liu in the next room hadn't returned that night, because I hadn't heard a sound.

The next day was busy, and I didn't finish most of the work until the afternoon of the third day. That afternoon, one of the company managers invited me to dinner. I didn't want to go, but Liu insisted that I go with her, saying I should help her avoid being invited. I couldn't refuse the excuse that she needed alcohol to avoid getting drunk and unable to drive. At the dinner table, I learned from introductions that this manager was supposedly the one rumored to be having an affair with Liu. He was short, balding, with a large belly, and his eyes clearly showed he'd been emptied by alcohol and women. Looking at him, I understood why Manager Liu had seemed so desperate in my presence.

Amidst endless rambling, I drank more and more, my mind starting to blur. At that moment, I desperately wanted to call Yang Ling, to see what she was doing. But the thought that no matter how much I liked her, she was never truly mine; she was mine to begin with, yet I was stubbornly pushing myself down a path with no future.

After drinking for a while, I saw Liu and the manager getting intimate. I went back to the guesthouse alone; Liu and the manager disappeared. Back at the guesthouse, I called Yang Ling, but she didn't answer. I couldn't help but wonder if she was having sex with her husband, and whether it was the same as having sex with me. I couldn't understand it. There were so many things I couldn't understand. I only knew that her heart didn't belong to me, and her body wasn't just for me. I didn't know when I would find a woman who truly belonged to me, someone I wouldn't have to sacrifice my feelings for this affair. In

the middle of the night, Liu came home. I heard noises from the next room, but it seemed like she wasn't alone; a man had brought her home. After a while, the man left, and I heard Liu vomiting, then gradually, I heard her crying. I wanted to go and comfort her; I knew she was crying and exhausted, but I didn't know if I could go. While I was thinking this, my phone rang. I didn't even need to look to know it was from next door. When I answered, I heard her heartbroken sobs on the other end. When I got to her room, I saw her sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out, a far cry from her usual white-collar pride. I helped her to the sofa, and she immediately threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. I quickly told her not to do this, that it wouldn't be good if someone heard. After a while, she slowly stopped crying: "Xiao Liu, I'm so sorry, why did I bother you so late?" I said it was okay: "Sit down first, I'll go take a shower, I smell like alcohol all over me." I said I wanted to go back to sleep, but she wouldn't let me.

It was already past 2 a.m., and the city outside the window had long since lost its vitality, with only a few cars on the street, people rushing about for a living. I thought to myself, who in this world isn't rushing about for a living? While I was still in a daze, she had finished showering and came out. At this time, she no longer looked like a drunkard, only her face still showed signs of drinking.

She stood next to me and gently asked: "What are you thinking about? Are you still thinking about your Yang Ling?" I didn't speak, and ignored her. She continued: "Lovers seem very wonderful, but they are actually the most tiring, because the feelings are not reciprocated, especially when one party has a family." Her words pierced my heart like a knife, leaving me with no reason to refute her. She was clever; after saying that, she didn't say anything more, but slowly walked to the bedside, lit a cigarette, and handed it to me. I mustered my courage and asked, "What would happen if I were with you?" "Wouldn't it be the same?" she replied. "No, I can give you what a man wants. I can change your life." I knew what she meant by "change"—using her relationship with her lover to constantly promote me. I slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, my mind filled with images of Yang Ling and her husband making love.

At that moment, she leaned against the bed, looking at me confidently. I slowly lay down next to her. I didn't know my true feelings, but I felt depressed and wanted to vent. Her hands gently removed all my clothes, and she stripped herself naked. I turned around and pounced on her, kissing her lips and every inch of her skin incessantly. Her moans stimulated me. There was no foreplay; all I needed was release, a frenzied release. My kiss suffocated her, my cock between her legs made her moan. Her legs and her raised buttocks swayed up and down rhythmically with my hips. I felt like I was making love to a complete stranger, my teeth and nails tearing at her breasts and back, watching the marks appear on her breasts, I reached my climax. I wanted her to lie on her stomach and I would enter her from behind, she obeyed. I watched my cock go in and out of her buttocks, watched her anus contract with each thrust, and I couldn't resist inserting my fingers into her anus. As she cried out in pain, all my pent-up frustration and repression were released into her stomach. (

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