Sex with his beautiful wife in the duty room

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I work in the political and legal system .
To outsiders, it seems like a great job—powerful, lucrative, and well-paid. However, within my unit,
there's not a single person like me who shares my unfulfilled ambitions.
The situation is rife with backstabbing and sabotage. Even doing a little work generates endless
, annoying gossip. After so much wear and tear, the only person I can truly connect with is a female colleague. Her name is Lan, and her husband is my friend, working in the procuratorate.
She was determined to escape my advances, but just as she couldn't break free from my embrace, her heart also betrayed her defenses. "I've admired you for a long time
because we share similar or nearly identical views on many issues, have similar idealistic tendencies, and are of similar age. We also interact with similar people at
work , so we have a lot of opportunities to meet.
My image of her has grown more and more beautiful with time. In fact, she's very tall, 170cm, with
delicate skin, a rosy complexion, and jet-black hair. Especially her large eyes reveal a unique charm compared to other ordinary women.
Of course, she's also a woman, an ordinary woman who attended a vocational school..." She worked long hours, and by the time she reached marriageable age, she hadn't experienced any real love. Through
an introduction from someone close to her, she married my friend and had children. She came from a well-off family. Such a family would be
comfortable , but like me, she wasn't content with mediocrity. Even without losing, the yearning to win fueled our unwillingness to be secondary
. For a long time, I didn't see her again; we avoided each other…
Even as slaves to life, even in defeat and despair, we can still experience the joy of being true to ourselves. The difference was that I didn't hide it at all, while she kept it deep in her heart
. That's probably why I enjoy chatting with her all the time and never get tired of it. Because if you're a struggling orator, of course, the best audience will be...
Besides, like most people, we're colleagues who interact a lot—we play cards, eat together, sometimes sing karaoke, and go clubbing—because her job
is in operations, she sometimes works the night shift, while my job is actually quite demanding, often requiring overtime. So sometimes when I pass by her work area, I'll go in
and chat with her.
That night, I happened to see her on duty alone, so I went in to chat. We've always had a good relationship and naturally get along quite well, because... Because we share similar views on many people
and work, and have actually spent a lot of time together, we naturally felt a sense of closeness. Perhaps it was because we hadn't chatted together in a while, and we had a lot of
work and topics to discuss, so we didn't realize it was almost 9:30 when my wife called to ask when I was coming home. I told her not to wait for me,
as I might have to stay up late to finish some materials for an inspection. While I was on the phone, I secretly glanced at her. Her initially disappointed
expression flickered with a hint of joy when she heard that I might not be home.
She's the reserved type. "Aren't you going home to be with your wife?" she asked casually, looking at the TV. I had actually developed feelings for her during our interactions. Although she was
already a mother, she hadn't changed at all after working for so long; in fact, she seemed to have gained weight. Thinking of this, I decided
to break away from our usual topic: "I feel more free when I'm not home, and I don't know what to do with her." She was still watching TV when she turned to me,
"You rascal, having a beautiful wife at home is so much fun, why don't you try being on duty?"
"I was thinking of asking you to do this anyway." "Then aren't you wasting your talents?" "What talent? Actually, in my eyes, you're prettier than my wife." I
finally broke away from our usual topic and stared at her. She didn't seem to care about me and just smiled nonchalantly, "How dare I compare to your wife? Our
child is already so big."
As she said this, she turned back to the TV and flipped through channels with the remote. I sensed that she was trying to hide
the blush on her face from me; it was her most alluring feature.
I didn't want to ... I couldn't bear it any longer. I'd already endured far too many of these moments. Even with her curses and utter disgust, I couldn't bear this pounding feeling any longer. I
tried to sit up, but she said, "Let me go." "I want you." I turned her around and quickly shifted my position, so I could penetrate her directly
. Actually, I already knew I was infatuated with her. I remember one night like this, I came to her work area. She had just finished registering the instrument data
and sat down on the sofa to watch TV. When she saw me, she enthusiastically got up and let me... She pulled up a chair and sat next to me, even cutting an apple for me. I
declined, but she insisted I share it. Right as she pushed it towards me, I touched her hand. Although I didn't feel embarrassed at the time, I noticed her face
turned bright red. The more she moved, the more impulsive I felt, and I quickly sat down, afraid she would see my embarrassment. That feeling lasted for a while. I actually
exposed most of my breasts, buried my head in her mouth, and sucked on her breast. She pinched my arm hard, and I reached out to pull her back... I wanted to break free of my inhibitions,
to hug her tightly, kiss her, and possess her, but in the end, I restrained myself.
The more I love someone, the less I can afford to hurt them!
But what about tonight? I had to let her know my feelings, break down her defenses. I believed she also enjoyed being with me, otherwise
she would have told me to leave long ago, it's already past midnight.
I had an idea. I pulled out my camera from my bag. "Let me show you some photos I took." Because we were far apart, she sat down next to me. I pulled up the photos I took during the day—
landscape shots.
"I thought they were pictures of your wife looking beautiful," she said. She was very close to me. I suddenly pointed the camera at her, and she immediately lowered her head, her entire face turning bright red. "Don't take pictures of
me!" "Let me show you how you look in other people's eyes!" She dodged the lens, but I seized a moment when she intentionally or unintentionally captured the most captivating
moment of her beauty. "I'm an old woman, what's there to photograph?"
"What? My wife asked me if you were the new transferee after she saw you last time?" She stopped dodging and laughed, "Don't make things up." "I didn't make it up,
look." I showed her the photos of her on my camera. She leaned close to me again to look at herself. I zoomed in and zoomed in again, and she reached out to zoom out, "You're ugly
, don't zoom in!" I quickly put the camera away, "I still need to save it." She quickly grabbed it, "Delete it quickly!" I quickly put the camera away, and she
instinctively followed, touching my waist and arm. I took the opportunity to quickly pull her into my arms. She obviously didn't expect me to be so bold and stopped completely. I didn't...
I whispered in her ear.
She finally recovered from her shock, but her heart and soul had already told her that she also longed for such passion. For most people, romance is a distant and unattainable dream.
Touching, especially for those who are still educated and yearn for romance. "Delete it no matter where you are," she said softly, but it was the most she could muster
. "I don't want to hold back anymore, I can't bear this torment." She was still resisting; for a traditional woman, a good woman, she had to do it,
whether it was hard to tell. I kissed her hair. "You're so beautiful, I don't care about anything else." "Then you disregard my feelings, I hate you."
"No, you won't, I don't think you'll hate me." "What? Don't flatter yourself." Sometimes her words were very sharp, but that was also what attracted me to her.
I pulled her down into my arms and kissed her lips, stopping her from saying anything more. She kicked and struggled violently, becoming weaker and weaker as I suppressed her. I
slammed the door shut and turned off the light. "No, don't!" I picked her up and pressed her down on the duty bed near the wall.
She experienced this in my unbridled passion, and my hands grasped her breasts, kneading them as if I wanted to drink them dry! I began to thrust rapidly into her body...
After a fierce struggle, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving. I took the opportunity to grasp one breast and knead it,
giving said.
She could hardly continue to resist, because her nipples hardened under my pressure. "You're so beautiful," I said, unbuttoning her clothes and pushing up her bra.
She desperately tried to preserve this last symbol of her chastity. My hand was already touching her there. She covered my hand, "No!" But how could I stop
this final blow at this moment?!
I had waited too long; this opportunity only came once, and I had to seize it!
I had already lifted her skirt and reached inside, but to avoid hurting her too much, I moved my hand away (it had almost touched her pubic hair). She
calmed down a bit from her previous extreme tension, but I didn't give up my advances. Instead, I changed to gentler methods. I kissed her hair and
stroked her soft body, kissing her fair and rosy cheeks. "Stop it, or I'll scream!" I really stopped. She quickly got up to straighten her clothes.
I kissed her cheeks, ears, eyes, and nose. Gradually, I felt her resistance becoming more and more intense, which made me excited. I quietly unbuckled
my belt and pressed my hardness against her.
Even through her panties, it was enough for her to feel my unstoppable force! In her mind, I was someone who would bravely
march , no matter what obstacles lay ahead, even if I ended up battered and bruised.
I longed for her to fulfill my long-held pursuit! So I kissed her earlobe and whispered, "Will you give yourself to me?" She tried her best to turn away,
her face flushed red. "No, don't fool me." "I won't fool you, I love you." As I said this, I slipped my hand under her skirt again,
eventually reaching her abdomen. I felt her trembling. "Are you cold?" I looked at her captivating face. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and didn't
answer , her hands hanging limply at her sides. I stroked her abdomen, feeling the lushness and fullness of her pubic hair even through her underwear.
My middle finger squeezed her crevices by touch, and gradually her tightly clenched lips opened. I quickly kissed her, sucking on her, giving her no more room to
hesitate . Her body told me she was no longer struggling, because she needed to break free from her rigid life. She was unwilling to give in to my desires. "I must admire my manhood!" Without hesitation, I pulled down her panties, dragging them down to her ankles. I then caressed her pubic hair, feeling her shyness
and anticipation. I tentatively inserted my middle finger; she quickly clamped me down, her wet body clearly revealing her true feelings. I kissed her shoulder, gently
lifted her legs, spreading them apart, and pulled down her shorts. As I lingered, her lips tightened again. I quickly brought my
already rock-hard penis close to her lower body, rubbing the glans against her entrance (though it was somewhat wet, it was still enough
for me to enter her comfortably). I pressed down harder on my throbbing glans. I pierced the sky, penetrating her body. A short, wistful groan escaped her throat.
I softly called her name, "You're so beautiful." I didn't want to leave her with an overly rough memory.
Penetration became easier. At this moment, I no longer showed any tenderness or gentleness. With a sudden thrust, I entered her completely. My large
penis was clearly a wildness and passion she had never experienced before. Her furrowed brows relaxed, and her last psychological defenses

crumbled My deep, shallow penetrations gradually brought out the desires and passions she had suppressed deep within. Although she had been married and had children, she had never experienced
such stimulation with me! The initial shyness gradually vanished from her, and reserve seemed utterly out of place. Yet, she still maintained
the fundamental dignity and restraint of a respectable woman. I felt her body soften under my relentless assault, as light as water. And on this once calm
surface, I stirred ripples. I couldn't help but want to drink her all in. I kissed her little by little, her hair flowing down to her thicket. She covered herself with one hand,
then pressed against me from behind. She struggled again, for she finally sensed what I was about to do! But I had already found my... behind her buttocks. My goal, once
... So I pulled my glans out from her body, gently squeezing and grinding it at her entrance a couple of times before thrusting it back in. After five or six repetitions, I was
fully inside!
She let out another short moan, because this angle provided her with double the stimulation and duration. Her thrusts, in turn, generated even more frictional pleasure.
With each thrust, my depth increased, my abdomen slapping against her buttocks with a slapping sound. Her pubic hair grew increasingly wet,
and I thrust in with heavy, labored movements. The bed, too, groaned softly with each of my intense thrusts.
"Is it comfortable?" I whispered in her ear, but she still didn't answer. Her vaginal muscles clenched intermittently, a testament to the intensifying storm of her desire.
I picked her up; her hands braced against the bed were the best proof of her overwhelming immersion. I thrust into her, my back to her, and she let out
a long moan as my glans reached her deepest point. She clenched it tightly, as if a small mouth was kissing my glans. Driven by intense desire, I growled,
gripping her hips and waist, and forcefully launched my attack. "Give it to me, give it to me!" I cried out, charging forward. "Hmm, hmm," she could no longer control herself, her head
thrashing back and forth. I anticipated I was about to reach my peak. "I'm going to cum!" I shouted. "Ah...oh!" Her vagina convulsed violently. I thrust into her one last
time the deepest and most powerful. "Don't go in!" she cried out in pleasure, but everything was irresistible. We were like boats
tossed to the crest of a raging storm. We both screamed uncontrollably. I released all my passion as a torrent of heat, my penis surging powerfully once, twice.
Throbbing in the most intense pleasure, we collapsed weakly onto the bed, her spasms coming in
waves. It took a long time for us to settle down from our climax. Then the phone rang several times before she grabbed the receiver. "I don't want to hear your explanations, I'm having a great time!" she cried, slamming the phone down
and sobbing on the pillow. I quickly dressed, covered her with a blanket, and sat silently beside her. She suddenly sat up,
staring at me with her hazy eyes. "Go away, go away! I never want to see you again!" I knew there was no need for explanations at that moment. The instant I left the duty room ,
a feeling of relief and guilt welled up within me…
Before dinner on New Year's Eve, I sent her a message, a message from her: "I just saw it while on duty, and now…" This surprised and delighted me. The next day, I got up early, set off firecrackers to open the door, and headed straight to work...

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