My former lover is getting remarried.

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I met her at a job fair, where I was undergoing a recruitment assessment with the general manager. It was during this assessment that she deeply attracted me. No, I should say she captivated me! She had long, flowing hair, wore a black business suit, but paired it with black high heels. Very eye-catching. Her breasts seemed about to burst out, yet they were restrained. Seeing her aroused me, making it difficult to control myself. She was hired easily because I had put in a good word for her; at the time, I had a very good relationship with the general manager. She was hired, with a one-month probationary period. The days that followed were truly tough for me. She always preferred to consult older colleagues, and even in casual conversation, she was indifferent to me. In her eyes, I seemed like a child, knowing nothing. But I'm a very persistent person. Let me tell you something: when I first started working here, I had my eye on a bartender at the front desk. You can't believe it, but it took me two years to win her over, and I finally got my wish. Today, I'll summarize myself: for pretty girls, I enjoy the pursuit. For mature women, I enjoy the result. And the more exciting and erotic, the better. During the time I worked with her, I handled several issues, and she was very impressed with me. She's quite eloquent and can usually handle difficult and tricky problems. So she slowly started talking to me, and I, being particularly witty, always managed to make her happy. My words, though blunt, were both offensive and defensive, allowing me to maneuver with ease. At first, she was quite resistant, but gradually I educated her until she was speechless. Although she knew she was right, she couldn't articulate her reasoning with me. She was completely impressed by my wit. Our relationship grew closer, and we occasionally talked about her marriage. During our conversations, I learned that her husband was a worker at Benxi Steel No. 2, and her son was in the third grade of elementary school, doing very well in his studies. Every time she talked about her son, she would smile, a bright and happy smile. I would bring her a pie or something when I went to work. She would also share her fruit with me. Our friendship grew stronger day by day. On the day I received my paycheck, I immediately went out and bought her son a Mickey Mouse outfit. She refused, but I said I had already bought it and couldn't return it, but she could exchange it for the right size. Here was the receipt, and I left. But I knew that at that moment, she still only considered me a friend; our relationship hadn't fundamentally changed. In our subsequent chats, I increased the frequency of dirty jokes and sexual content, occasionally saying things like, "I'd be content if my wife were half as good as you." I think she didn't say anything, but she was probably happy inside. She had a sensitive stomach, and that noon she had a stomachache, so she went to a private room to rest. I bought some medicine, made some porridge, and brought it in. After she took the medicine, she said she didn't want to eat, so I made her a cup of hot water and placed it by the bed. I took a chair and sat down next to her, gazing at her affectionately without saying a word. She asked me what was wrong. I said, "Seeing your stomach hurts breaks my heart." She smiled. I continued, "You think I'm just kidding? Can't you feel that I like you?" She opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Don't joke around." I said, "It's true. If I could, I really want you to see my heart." She was silent. I took her hand, and she didn't pull away or resist. I was secretly pleased. I continued, "I really like you. I liked you from the first moment I saw you. Your temperament, your every move, deeply attracts me." I'd go crazy if I didn't say these things soon. Whether you accept me or not isn't important to me; what's important is that you believe I like you, and I didn't lie to you. She pulled her hand away, turned her face away, and said we could be close friends despite the age gap, very good friends, but I can't accept this. My friend, if you can sincerely confess to a woman, even if she doesn't accept you, she'll still be moved. Because someone has liked her like that. How could a woman reject you? I think women are easily moved. At that moment, she might have truly been moved by my sincerity. Our relationship took another step forward because I confessed to her. But her words were ambiguous, and I didn't quite understand. To me, everything went smoothly enough. Although she didn't accept, she didn't righteously reject me either. I said, "Okay, don't hurt me. Your words hurt my heart," and then I left. Leaving her some self-reproach was the right thing to do; even if I was just imagining things, I didn't lose anything. A few days later, the general manager scolded me over a trivial matter. Actually, the general manager and I were superior and subordinate at work, but privately, I considered him like an older brother. It wasn't a big deal. But I pretended to be very angry. I was furious, my eyes blazing. Every word I spoke was laced with hostility, and she seemed to notice. She asked me what was wrong. I said, "Don't say anything more. Can you go out for a drink with me after work?" She was speechless for a moment. I thought to myself, "If you'll come with me, I'll definitely do it for you today." In the end, she agreed. We found a small bar, clinked glasses, and each drank a bottle of beer. I can't drink much, and she can't even as much as I can. She laughed at my face, which was as red as a monkey's bottom. I retorted, "Aren't you the same?" That night, we talked a lot. I gained a new understanding of her; her marriage was actually unhappy. Her husband was always out having affairs and couldn't provide for her when he came home, so she was very lonely. Because she had drunk too much, she talked a lot, but I gradually sobered up. We walked down the avenue, and under the streetlights, her rosy cheeks looked even more alluring. I took her hand and said, "I want you. I want you tonight." She said, "You're drunk." I hugged her and kissed her. She said, "Are you crazy? There are so many people here, you..." I pretended to be drunk and said, "Even if they see us, so what? Is it wrong for me to love you? I just like you. I just love you, so what? I don't care!" She remained silent. I hailed a taxi, gave her the address, and the driver drove off. I was really nervous, afraid she wouldn't get in, but she seemed perfectly at ease. When we reached the entrance to my building, she said, "Go home. I only brought you here because I was worried about you, afraid something might happen to you. Go home yourself." I thought to myself, "Why are you pretending now that we're here?" I pushed her from behind as we walked up the stairs. My apartment is on the sixth floor, and it took us at least ten minutes to climb that long flight of stairs. She kept stopping and starting, hesitating and refusing to go, only moving a few steps after I pushed her a couple of times. It was quite a struggle. Once we got home, the first thing I did was check if my dad was home. (See f="http://check-view".)"Every day, every night, I'm so excited, I'm really not going to let her escape today." I got her a bottle of water. As we were talking, I took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear. My penis was throbbing. She glanced at my genitals and immediately looked away, asking, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm hot!" As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed her and said, "Sister Zhang, I really love you to death." Before she could react, I put my mouth on hers. My tongue swirled and explored in her mouth. At first, she didn't cooperate, but slowly she brought her tongue over, letting me suckle. My hands weren't idle either; I took off her top and pants, leaving her only in her bra and underwear. I unhooked her bra, and her breasts were like papayas, large and very elastic. The areolas were a little darker, and the nipples of breastfed women are larger. Besides me, her son must also love this place. It's such a waste that her husband doesn't cherish such beautiful breasts. So, I'll take care of it. I opened my mouth and... I began to suckle, my tongue circling her nipple, which soon became incredibly erect. I slipped my fingers inside her panties and found her vagina already overflowing with moisture. Removing her last line of defense, she was now completely naked before me. I picked her up, carried her to my bedroom, placed her on the bed, and turned back to turn on the light. She said no, she wasn't used to it. I told her that everything takes time to adjust, and she would get used to it. I insisted on keeping the light on. I sucked on her tongue, licked her ear, and kissed her neck, my tongue tracing her breasts, finally reaching her vagina. To be honest, this was the most tender vagina I'd ever had with any mature woman. Although she had given birth, it was very soft, a shade deeper than pink. I started licking the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs to lick her again, because that excites women more. She moaned. I then started licking her clitoris, licking it until it swelled up like a ball. I asked, "Do you like it?" She gritted her teeth and remained silent. I asked, "Does your husband like to be licked?" She said no. She said he had never done it. I said, "Erhu?" (meaning you're lying to me, that you're my son). She said, "Erhu." I licked even more enthusiastically, even gently biting her labia with my teeth. She seemed to be breaking down too, starting to moan and groan seductively. I stood up, aiming my penis at her vagina, but instead of going in, I rubbed it back and forth at the entrance. I asked, "Do you want it?" She said, "How could you be so naughty?" At that moment, I truly broke down, losing all interest in flirting. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating her completely. My penis isn't thick, but it's long. When my penis plunged directly into her core, she moaned and groaned. Her moans made my bones melt. Her vagina was tight, probably because she wasn't used to it, but it was very wet. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out and changed positions. Her buttocks faced me, and I started from behind. It was obvious our coordination was off. Later I learned that she was only used to the missionary position; she didn't often try these different positions. I thrust in and out from behind, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers. Soon she came, lying on the bed panting. I lit a cigarette, and as I exhaled the smoke, I felt like I was dreaming, a little unreal. I thought to myself, my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled; I can enjoy it later. First, once you do it, you'll want to do it again; second, I was genuinely tired today. I feel unwell after drinking a little alcohol. When I was half-asleep, she prepared water and insisted I wash myself down there. I don't like to do that, but I couldn't resist her, so I gave in and washed. Later I learned that she was very particular about hygiene in that area; we would wash after every time we were intimate, and that's how I developed this habit. About two months later, she suddenly told me she was divorced, and I was stunned. I clearly remember her saying something like, "Haibo, I won't accept you because to start a relationship, I first need to end one." I can accommodate my husband... For years, I always hoped to move him, to change him, but I failed, and now I want to give up. I didn't pay much attention then. But what she said today really scared me. Is she asking me to marry her? She went on to say that he got custody of the child, and he said my family is rich (her parents caught the tail end of the reform and opening-up policy, owning 67 stalls in the city; they are indeed wealthy, and the elderly couple adored children, so they've always taken care of them). He feels he lacks masculine dignity at home, as if he's been looked down upon. He filed for custody of the child and the property, and wants us to split the savings equally. Did I agree? I asked, "Can you let go?" She said, "What if I can't?" This has affected me a lot. I still feel that if she hadn't been with me, she might not have divorced so soon. In the days that followed, she started buying a new house. That's when I learned that she had only gone to work for leisure. She quietly bought a large two-bedroom, two-living-room house in Dongming (a prime location in the city), and bought all the new furniture, appliances, and household items. The elders were very supportive, except for her grandson, who was very reluctant to part with the house. I helped her for a month, which was quite efficient. But we didn't even have a proper New Year. During this time, my relationship with my boyfriend broke up, and she quit her job, saying that if things continued like this, people would find out sooner or later, and she didn't like being gossiped about. Sister Zhang is a really good person, but she's too possessive. The first rule when we were together was no turning on the phone. Many casual sex partners lost contact because of her. She and I had a great time during this period; we watched porn together and practiced our skills. She was already quite skilled. After all, she's been through it all, so she learned very quickly. The key is that she's really dedicated, haha... During a dinner party, she inadvertently mentioned that her birthday was coming up soon. Since her parents' divorce, I haven't had a proper birthday celebration. She said, "I'll give you a special treat this time. Something you'll never forget." I was on the day shift on my birthday, so I called her after get off work and went over. When I got home, I found she had prepared a table full of food and a bottle of wine. Actually, I had expected this; it was just a meal followed by some fun, nothing special. But the wine made it seem quite romantic. After eating and drinking, I took a shower. After washing up, I went into her bedroom naked, determined to get straight to the point. But when I entered, I found only a dim, reddish light on. When I saw her, I was instantly horrified. She was wearing sexy lingerie. Her eyes were full of allure. She walked slowly towards me and gently wrapped her arms around my neck. She rarely took the initiative, but this time she kissed me first. Looking at me coquettishly, she asked, "Do you like it?" I was so excited I was speechless, only able to nod and say "Mmm." The scene felt like a slut flirting with a naive boy. The reason she married her ex-husband was entirely because of her virginity complex; he had taken her virginity. Although she wasn't very satisfied with him at the time, she still married him. I had tried to ask her to try more things during sex, but she always refused. However, over time, she gradually became like me. But for her to appear before me dressed like this was far beyond my expectations. In such a scene, with such feelings, what man could resist? I began my assault, sucking on her nipples here, kneading her breasts there, and then touching her tender vulva. Our legs were intertwined, like two snakes entwined. She was wearing black stockings, but the crotch area was open. Although I had seen many pictures in movies, this was the first time I had ever seen it in real life. My blood was surging, and my mind was filled with lewd images. I impatiently spread her legs, greedily sucking and gently biting her vulva. She arched her back, pressed my head down, crossed her legs over my shoulders, and moaned lewdly. My penis was pressing against the bed, which was really uncomfortable, so I changed positions. My penis was right next to her mouth. I lowered my head and continued to suck on her tender vulva. My mouth and tongue were full of her fluids. My blood was boiling, and I was incredibly happy. She also started licking my glans (she usually didn't like to give me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it psychologically, and only did it once after I repeatedly asked her). I became even more excited. I spat the saliva in my mouth into her tender vagina, then sucked it back into my mouth, swallowing it repeatedly until she couldn't take it anymore. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, my teeth would touch the head of my penis, a chaotic mix of excitement and pleasure. I looked up and explained, "Don't use your teeth, it hurts my dick too much. Use your lips to cover your teeth." She was relatively obedient, and my penis felt a little better then. She pulled me up forcefully, and I thought she wanted me to lick her clitoris, but instead, she started licking my testicles. Anyone who's ever had their testicles licked knows that the pleasure is no less than oral sex. I couldn't take it anymore. I moaned softly, and even cried out, quite intensely. The foreplay was almost over when she pushed me up, saying, "Little brother, come fuck your sister's tender cunt. Sister wants your cock." I'd never seen her so seductive before. I immediately thought she was on aphrodisiacs. I lay down on top of her, helped her up, and she sat down, taking my entire penis in. She let out a soft moan, and I thrust upwards from below while she sat down from above. Because we'd both been licked, there was saliva... Semen and vaginal fluids mingled together, and once the rhythm picked up, all that remained were her moans and the sounds of slapping. The room reeked of debauchery, surpassing any pornographic film I'd ever seen. Today was the most wanton and lewd she'd ever been since we met. She would sometimes lower her head to suck my tongue, but when I nudged her, she'd immediately raise her head and moan. At other times, she'd twist her hips, letting my penis swirl inside her. So excited, I felt myself about to ejaculate and quickly suggested a change of position; I didn't want it to end so soon. I pulled her to the floor, and she leaned against the wall, arching her back...I thrust into her from behind, and she moaned even more lewdly, repeatedly crying out, "Husband, I feel so good, I love you... harder... I can't take it anymore... fuck me to death... mmm... ahhh..." I held her buttocks with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other. Compared to her large breasts, my hand seemed so weak and small. The room was filled with the resounding slapping of my thighs against her buttocks. She cried out, "Faster... husband... I'm coming..." I began to thrust wildly, my legs stiffening. I wanted to ejaculate, I wanted to climax with her. I thought of my mother, I thought of Aunt He, I thought of Aunt Cheng, I thought of Tongtong. Especially thinking of my mother made me even more lewd. I ejaculated deep into her uterus. She trembled, squeezing my penis so tightly it hurt. It took a long time for her to calm down. I held her and lay down on the bed. Just as I was about to get under the covers, she came again. "Go away, I don't want to shower. Get me a basin of water..." I carefully cleaned her vagina, my two fingers going in and out intermittently. She was very sensitive, and soon she was wet again! I put her down, and we started 69. To be honest, I suspect she sprayed perfume on her vagina, a unique scent. I swallowed all her fluids. Although I ejaculated once, my penis became erect again in her mouth! Under her teasing, we made love again! My goddess, my love! Although it happened a long time ago, it still lingers in my heart. I really love her! But recently I heard she's getting married, or rather, remarrying. Although I'm unwilling, I'm already married, what more can I ask for?

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