Benign rape

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She's my boss's younger sister, eight years older than me. She had a good relationship with her husband, but unfortunately, a few years ago he had a growth on his penis and most of it was removed. He spent a lot of money on several plastic surgeries, and while it looks fine externally, it doesn't really help. Her husband is a respectable and cultured man. Considering his situation, he tried to persuade his wife to divorce him, but she refused. Later, he had no choice but to suggest she find a lover, saying there was only one condition: she shouldn't contract any diseases. She had a huge fight with him about this and became extremely careful about going to work on time, never lingering outside, and even stopping participating in company activities. This made her husband feel like a burden to his wife, and he became very depressed.

I learned all this when I was tutoring her child for free, and her husband told me himself. At the time, I didn't think too much about it; I was mainly just very sorry for his situation. Later, her husband bluntly asked for my opinion, saying he wanted to abandon some vulgar ideas, but since women in their thirties and forties are like wolves and tigers, he asked if I could satisfy his wife. His words startled me. I quickly refused while trying to comfort him. After leaving his house, I didn't dare tutor his child again. My boss even complained about this, saying that his sister's child was at a crucial stage in her studies, and that what I did was irresponsible. My boss's attitude made me think a lot. I realized that given my boss's position and his brother-in-law's status and family background, they could easily hire a professional tutor. Why should I tutor her? Besides, his sister's child was already a very good student, a smart and well-behaved girl. Perhaps my boss had other ulterior motives, but he didn't want to say them directly.

So, two weeks later, I went to his sister's house to tutor her again, and also apologized to his brother-in-law. Six months later, the girl successfully passed the entrance exam for a top high school. After the child started high school, to celebrate, his brother-in-law drove my wife and me on a trip one weekend. We arrived at our destination in the afternoon. After checking into a local hotel, his brother-in-law said he was going to meet an old friend, leaving my wife and me at the hotel. He called around dinner time, saying he was with friends and told us to eat by ourselves and not wait for him. Around 9 PM, he called again, saying he'd had too much to drink and wanted to chat with his friends longer, so he wouldn't be home that night.

At that moment, I understood everything. I hung up, took a good shower, and knocked on his wife's door to chat with her. She was wearing pajamas, and it seemed she was already in bed. We chatted while watching TV, and I deliberately brought up topics related to men and women. She glared at me, saying it was getting late and she needed to go back to her room to sleep. I had no choice but to pounce on her and pin her to the bed. She struggled desperately and managed to scream. I covered her mouth and said, "Go ahead and scream. It would be best if the police came to your workplace to investigate; that would improve your reputation!" Hearing this, she stopped screaming, but continued to struggle, tears streaming down her face. After all, I'm a strong 34-year-old man, and she's a woman in her early forties. She couldn't break free from me, and I flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. Perhaps she knew resistance was futile, or perhaps she ran out of strength after struggling for a while, and finally lay still on the bed. I used the drawstring from my pajamas to tie her hands behind her back. Looking at her from behind, I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas, only underwear. I started straddling her waist, kissing and caressing her. She buried her head in the bed and sobbed. I ignored her, continuing to kiss her neck, ears, shoulders, and back, touching her breasts with one hand and reaching behind her to touch her genitals with the other. After about half an hour, under my ministrations, her sobs gradually began to be mixed with moans, and later it was mostly just moans. I felt the time was right, so I got up and stood by the bed, lifted her waist with both hands, and thrust into her from behind. After a while, she whispered, "Let go of my hands." So, I untied the drawstring from her hands. Unexpectedly, the moment she loosened her grip, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and turned to hit me. I instinctively dodged, grabbed her shoulders, pressed her against the bed, and, ignoring her feelings, began thrusting violently. Perhaps because I was so forceful, I ejaculated in less than 10 minutes.

Afterwards, I sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. She lay on the bed and cried for a few minutes, then grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After a while, the water stopped, presumably she was finished, but she didn't come out. I was puzzled, so I knocked on the bathroom door, saying comforting words. After knocking for a while, she opened the door, didn't even look at me, and silently got into bed, turning her back to me. At that moment, I realized I had been too rash, so I apologized and comforted her, saying things women like to hear, such as how beautiful and charming she was. Later, I stroked her hair, and she slapped me, said "Get out," and ignored me completely. I said, "Then you rest, I'm leaving," but she didn't say anything. I said again, "I'm worried about you like this, I won't leave," but she still didn't say anything. I was indeed a little worried, so I didn't leave and sat there watching TV.

Some ambiguous scenes on TV aroused my desire again, so I leaned over and kissed her forehead. I don't know if she was asleep or what, but she didn't make a sound or move. So I moved her body, unbuttoned her nightgown, climbed on top of her, and started kissing her from head to toe. She didn't make a sound, but I saw a tear roll down the corner of her tightly closed eye. I suddenly felt very sorry for her, so I lay down next to her and said some comforting words. Perhaps it was because my words carried a hint of heartache, and were sincere, that I felt her facial expression soften a little. As I spoke, I stroked her whole body. Later, when I opened her legs, I didn't encounter much resistance. The caresses were carefully timed. I penetrated her again. She kept her eyes tightly closed, but soon began to moan softly, though tears still clung to the corners of her eyes. Since it was the second time, it lasted longer; after about ten minutes, I felt her vagina begin to contract. I knew she was aroused. I asked her if she had orgasmed. She didn't answer. I asked again if she wanted to rest for a while. She hummed in agreement. So I pulled out and held her tightly as we lay on the bed. She kept her eyes closed, but this time she pressed her head against my chest. I caressed her while telling her some funny stories from my childhood. After about half an hour, I said I hadn't ejaculated yet. She still didn't say anything, but pinched my waist hard. This pinch, as if I'd received a command, made me get up, kiss her, tease her, and then penetrate her. She occasionally made "ah, ah" sounds. After we finished, I asked her to shower with me, but she resolutely refused. We showered separately and then lay on the bed. I said, "I'll hold you for a little while longer, then I'll go to my own room to sleep." Unexpectedly, perhaps because she was tired, she fell asleep in my arms.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. I was startled; seeing that her husband hadn't returned, I quickly got up, kissed her forehead, and went back. Back in my room, I was even more shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. There was a key and a note on my bedside table. The note read: "I came back too early and didn't want to disturb my wife's sleep (she loves to sleep in), so I came looking for you, but you weren't in the room, and I don't know where you went. My friend needs my help with something, so I went back with him. Here are the car keys; you can go see the sights, the scenery here is quite nice. I've already paid for the room until tomorrow, so don't worry about it. Be careful on your way back tomorrow."

I plopped down on the bed, feeling a mix of emotions. After thinking for a while, I quickly dialed his number. He said on the phone: "I'm really sorry, I invited you out, but I can't join you. My friend's matter is very important and can't be delayed." I was planning to take some good photos at Wild Goose Valley this time, but luckily your photography skills are pretty good, so I'll ask you to do it for me. Please make sure you take some great pictures! If anything happens while we're there, just mention my friend's name; he's the director of the county's education bureau, so his connections might hold some sway.

After washing up, I went to the restaurant for breakfast and brought some back for her. She was up too, getting ready. She blushed when she saw me and ignored me. I told her her husband had something to do today and wanted us to go to Wild Goose Valley to take some photos to take back. She picked up her phone—I knew it was for her husband—and stood silently to the side. I don't know what she said on the phone, but after breakfast, she left with me, barely speaking to me the whole way. When we came back in the afternoon, I asked her what her plans were for tomorrow. She said she'd talk to her husband when she saw him. I said, "Your husband's already gone back to the city, didn't you know?" She was surprised. I quickly said, "You called your husband this morning, I thought you knew." She looked blank. I showed her the note her husband had left; after reading it, she refused to wait until tomorrow and insisted on going home immediately. Nothing I said could change her mind, so I had to drive back. I had originally planned to take advantage of her on the way, but seeing her gloomy face in the rearview mirror, I didn't dare to be too forward. When I arrived at her building, it was already past 10 PM. Her husband came down to meet her, but she slapped him and went upstairs without saying a word. Knowing better, I handed her car keys to her husband, told him to hurry up and go upstairs, and left.

The next day, I didn't dare call to inquire, and he didn't call back. Then, it was Monday, and I started my normal work week. About two weeks later, her husband called, saying that the National Day holiday was coming up and her daughter wanted to see me. I declined several times, but couldn't refuse, so I agreed. This time, we went on a picnic to a park in the suburbs, and I also brought my wife and child. Six adults and children together made for a lively time. I noticed that his wife's expression seemed normal, except she spoke very little to me, but whispered to my wife, occasionally letting out knowing smiles. After the National Day holiday, my wife went to another city for research. One afternoon, I was chatting with my former female military officer on my office computer when she (my supervisor's sister) called, which surprised me greatly. She said she was currently in my neighborhood, at a friend's house, and wanted to see what my home was like.

I quickly told my supervisor and rushed home. She came in and looked around my house, especially my study. She said, "You've kept the house spotless and tidy even without your wife." I didn't know what she was up to, so I just smiled awkwardly. Unexpectedly, she said, "Do you know why I didn't resist that day?" I didn't speak, but looked at her questioningly. She said, "You tutored my child for so long, and I felt you were a very cultured person, so I didn't resent you. If it were anyone else, I would have fought them to the death!" Her words shocked me. I didn't know if her reasons for not resisting were sufficient, so I kept apologizing for what happened that day. I invited her to sit down and poured her a glass of water. She continued, "But I still struggled that day; it's a woman's instinct." I quickly hugged her and said, "Sister, don't overthink it. I really like you. That impulse that day was also my instinct, sister, please forgive me!" She trembled slightly upon hearing my words. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, kissing her as I unbuttoned her clothes. This time, she didn't struggle or resist, nor did she actively cooperate. We did it again. Before leaving, she said, "After what happened to your brother, I was in despair these past few years, and I was prepared to give up. But you've given me that feeling again. You know, that feeling is irresistible. I'm not a cheap person; you're the second man to touch my body. As long as you don't dislike me, I'll occasionally come to see you secretly." I quickly said I didn't dislike her, I really liked her. And so, I became regular sex partners with her, and she would come to see me once or twice a month.

I noticed that ever since my relationship with my older sister became established, our leader had been particularly fond of me. That year, I was nominated as an outstanding employee in the unit. The following year, our leader was being transferred to the Beijing headquarters. The farewell party was attended by all middle and senior-level managers, but I was an exception. At the party, our leader said that I was his relative and hoped everyone would hold me to high standards in future work. All the middle-level managers at the table said, "We haven't seen it coming for over ten years; our leader is truly upright and honest!" They showered him with high-sounding flattery. After our leader left, I was quickly transferred from the office to a business department. The following year, I became the deputy director of this department, thus becoming a member of the middle-level management team. (

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