A painful experience

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The following is what my wife told me. Of course, the details weren't told to me all at once; they were compiled from numerous questions I asked her over the years, especially after we got involved with the forum. It includes her initial, agonizing recollections, her gradually calming accounts after joining the forum, and of course, my own painful ordeal:
My wife got off the train around 7 a.m., took a taxi to the conference venue, a four-star hotel, handed in her invitation, and the organizers arranged a room and provided relevant materials and paperwork. When she entered the room, she saw it was a luxury suite. She wondered if it was her company's prestige or the organizers' generosity. Without much thought, she put down her luggage, quickly washed up, and went to the conference room. There were dozens of attendees from different companies, who didn't know each other or where the others came from. The meeting was tedious, consisting of product performance introductions, etc. There was a buffet lunch, and the afternoon meeting continued with so-called experts giving detailed introductions, recommendations, and evaluations of the products. Everyone listened absentmindedly, their minds already on the next day so they could start sightseeing. Finally, at 5 p.m., the meeting was about to end. The organizers sent out the schedule for the next few days and instructed everyone to gather at the times and places on the schedule and act in unison. People whispered excitedly. After announcing that a thank-you banquet would be held at 6 p.m. in the hotel banquet hall, the so-called meeting came to an end.
The wife returned to her room, showered, changed into a black dress that made her look elegant and refined, and applied light makeup. Seeing that it was past six o'clock, she hurried to the banquet hall. Most of the attendees were already seated, and she prepared to find a place to sit. Suddenly, a young woman wearing a name tag from the organizer approached her and asked, "Are you Ms. XX from the equipment department of XX company?" The wife confirmed. The woman continued, "Your company is one of our major clients. To show respect, the company leadership asked me to invite you to VIP room XX for dinner." The wife, assuming this was the usual procedure for similar meetings, followed the woman to the room. Upon entering, she was surprised to see her company's Vice President W, who was in charge of equipment, sitting at the head table. She quickly greeted him. Vice President W asked her to sit down, explaining that he had attended another meeting but had been invited by the organizers and had to come. He then introduced several of the organizers' leaders. The woman knew that one of the organizers' managers, Manager L, who sat next to Vice President W, was quite familiar with him. After exchanging pleasantries, the banquet began with drinking. Due to work commitments, the woman could drink a little red and white wine, so she chose red. After a few rounds of drinks, the leaders started discussing their equipment procurement intentions. Several managers from the organizers kept toasting Vice President W. W said, "Don't just toast me. We have a lady in our equipment department here. If you treat her well, I'll purchase your equipment." Hearing this, everyone turned to toast the woman. Never having seen such a scene before, she didn't know how to refuse. Vice President W didn't even glance at her and ate alone. The woman continued drinking, mixing red and white wine, one glass after another. She didn't know how long she drank. She said the last time she checked her watch, it was almost nine o'clock. She couldn't remember how much she drank or when it ended. She only remembered the young girl who led her to the private room helping her in, and then she knew nothing more. (To be continued)
The wife, who had been in a deep sleep, woke up sometime during the night. Opening her eyes, she found the room dimly lit, her mouth dry. She tried to get some water, but felt aches and pains all over her body. Struggling to lift her head, she suddenly realized she was completely naked. She sat up abruptly and looked around. In the dim light, W, naked, sat on the sofa opposite the bed, calmly watching her, as if waiting for her to wake up. He casually toyed with an unlit cigarette. The wife pulled the blanket over herself and asked, "What are you doing?" W whispered, "You should ask me what I did." The wife broke down instantly. Only then did she notice the mess on the bed and the sticky, wet feeling between her legs. Realizing the worst had happened, she buried her face in the blankets and sobbed. A few minutes later, W, naked, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't expect you to sue me. Nobody will even believe I was ever in this city. Only a few high-ranking officials from the hosting company know I was here, and only Manager L knows I went into your room. Do you think you're entitled to a suite? This is the room L arranged for me. I have the power to decide on equipment purchases. Don't think you can get away with this." I'll testify for you. I'm not the kind of person who sleeps around with every woman I see. I never have designs on young girls. I only like mature women like you. I've been watching you for a long time, and I've wanted you for a long time too. Today, I'm sure I wasn't wrong. You are indeed a rare beauty in bed. But I'm a man who cares about my reputation. I would never cheat on someone at work, so no one has ever believed I have any moral issues. With your qualifications and status, only people will believe you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself for me! Besides, let's not even talk about whether you can sue me. You have a child and a husband. If this were to happen, it would be very difficult. "How can you and your husband stay in such a good company? What about your family...?" The wife, sobbing, looked up at W in despair and asked, "What do you want?" W calmly replied, "I'm not someone who wants to possess you forever, but I'll give you two choices. One is that I'll go back to the company at dawn, and we can maintain our relationship without anyone finding out; the other is to spend these next few days with me, and then we'll act like nothing happened and I won't bother you anymore." The wife was devastated. In that situation, how could a 27-year-old woman make a rational choice? All that remained was endless weeping. W stood up, took a small bottle of pills from his pocket, and threw it to his wife. He poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table, saying, "Take this if you don't want to get pregnant." The wife swallowed the pills with tears in her eyes and continued to sob. An hour passed quickly. In that hour, the wife thought a lot in her despair. "We love each other so much. I've already lost my virginity to this shameless 56-year-old man, older than my own father. Do I have to give myself to him for a few more days?!" However, if she postpones it now, and then goes back to the company to bother me, she knows I might commit murder if I find out. She also doesn't want any future scandals to affect her family and our relationship. Put yourself in her shoes, what would you choose? The electronic clock on the bedside table showed 2 AM. W asked, "Have you thought it through?" His wife looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "I choose these few days. If you bother me again after I go back, I'll take you down with me!" W said easily, "Don't worry, I'm not a good person to you, but I won't be a scoundrel. I'll keep my word." Without waiting for his wife's cries, he yanked off the covers and pressed himself against her. His wife struggled, trying to get him to use a condom, but W said, "Giving you a pill means I won't use one. I'm not used to it, and I didn't use one the first time either. What's the point of using one now?!" He then penetrated her. His tears had dried up; his wife knew any resistance would be futile. The remaining days would be nothing but lucid nightmares. His wife bit her lip hard, enduring the thrusts. There was no love, no affection, not even... Pity, all that remained was possession and conquest. W relentlessly changed positions, demanding his wife's full cooperation. Dissatisfied with her silence, W continued his frenzied thrusting, pinching her nipples and genitals hard. The pain caused her suppressed cries. Half an hour, then forty minutes, the wife, enduring the agony, questioned why it wasn't over. W cheerfully replied, "I'm 56. You think I'm so great? It's all thanks to this." He pulled a strip of pills from under his pillow—light blue, diamond-shaped. Seeing his wife didn't recognize it, W continued, "Viagra, you've heard of it, right? Even after ejaculation, it stays hard so we can keep going!" Hearing this, tears streamed down his wife's face again. Nearly an hour later, W groaned, thrust a few more times, and finished, collapsing to the side, satisfied. Sure enough, his disgusting member was still erect between his legs. The End.
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