He slept with someone else's girlfriend while on a business trip.

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One day last April, I was suddenly notified that I had to go on a two-week business trip to a provincial capital in northern China. To be honest, I was a little uneasy about it.
Willingly, spending two weeks in a city without a lover would be painful for someone like Little Wolf who dislikes hostesses and prostitutes in entertainment venues.
Before posting, I called out a local married woman who works at a TV station (why do I like other people's things so much? I often have this kind of mentality towards myself).
(Reflecting on it, perhaps it was due to that deeply memorable relationship I had.) After a few good sexual encounters, I said goodbye to her and boarded a train bound for a northern province.
The plane will go to the city.
Life always throws unexpected surprises your way (and of course, some scary ones too). Because the person picking me up at the airport was male, I heard on the phone...
The masculine voice had extinguished any remaining illusions. After a tedious two-hour flight, I boarded the pickup van and followed the man who came to meet me.
We chatted casually for a while until we arrived at their company. We briefly agreed on the schedule for the rest of the trip, and then, of course, we got used to it.
A regular dinner party.
Little did I know that a pleasant surprise was quietly waiting for me.
There were five of us at the dinner, including myself. Besides the person who picked me up from the airport, the vice president, there was an older woman and a female assistant. The assistant was fairly good-looking.
But she's exceptionally tall, 178cm, with fair skin, and most notably, she seems to have a very large bust (hereafter referred to as "Big Boobs Girl").
She was dressed quite professionally at the time, so it wasn't very noticeable. The dinner was as boring as countless others, except for the occasional mention of boyfriends/girlfriends.
The question is, that older woman casually mentioned that the busty girl has a boyfriend. I glanced at her and suddenly noticed that the busty girl looked a little embarrassed.
He glanced at me, then lowered his head to eat. This small detail is very important; Xiao Lang always pays attention to detail, and I immediately realized...
Seeing her awkward expression, which seemed to carry a hint of reproach for her older sister's meddling, I wondered if she had a crush on me. But I wasn't sure yet; there was plenty of time.
I felt there was a chance. So I pretended not to hear and approached her as if she were single. After we had eaten and drunk our fill, I found an opportunity to...
The busty girl exchanged contact information and then went back to her hotel to rest.
The first few days of a business trip are usually quite busy, but during lunch breaks or after get off work, I often text and chat with the girl with big breasts.
I feel like she might be interested in me, but some details make me realize she has a boyfriend. It's all in her expressions and words...
Whether this is just a friendly working relationship or something more, it's hard to say. I don't know why, but women who are interested in young men are generally quite introverted.
He was very reserved. Once, after meeting me once, he didn't contact me for two months, but then suddenly confessed his feelings to me, leaving me completely baffled for a long time.
I also lament that I've never encountered a wild girl who came straight to me and had sex with me. But when it comes to women with big breasts, you definitely can't let them get away with it.
I sense your beastly aura (excluding, of course, sluts and whores).
I'll explain why later.
Time really flies when you're busy; before you know it, it's the weekend. Work can wait, time to indulge in some romance. So, on Friday...
Using the excuse that he was unfamiliar with the area, he casually asked the woman with large breasts to have dinner with him on the weekend. She immediately returned the call and arranged a time and place to meet. In the hotel bed...
Listening to her slightly mischievous voice, I really wonder if her voice would sound even better when I'm having sex with her while grabbing her breasts.
After a good night's rest, I arrived at the agreed-upon place to wait for her at 7 p.m. the next day. She was a local, but she was half an hour late.
I was a little annoyed at first, but when I saw her in the crowd, my resentment immediately disappeared because I could tell at a glance that she was very...
She dressed up carefully, wearing a rather elegant casual dress paired with a short skirt and black stockings that accentuated her slender, fair legs.
A pair of elegant and slightly sexy high heels—what's a few extra hours if you're a woman who's dressed up for you?
So we walked side by side into a decent local Western restaurant as night gradually fell, ordering food and chatting at our leisure.
I learned that she lives in a one-bedroom apartment, and I suddenly wondered if she might be living with her boyfriend. But since she doesn't mention having a boyfriend...
Friend, why should I care? Around nine o'clock, she looked a little tipsy after drinking some red wine, so I made an excuse to take her home (I...
I don't like to directly suggest going to a hotel on a first date. I feel it might ruin the atmosphere and make the woman feel that you're not treating her well.
She nodded in agreement. In the taxi, someone called her; she didn't answer the first call, but answered the second. Nothing seemed amiss.
He said a few words with no expression, something like he had just finished eating and was about to go home, then hung up. Later, he sent another text message. I think...
He must have been her boyfriend, she later confirmed that he was, but that's another story.
When I got to her house, she turned on the computer and asked me to sit down for a while. Then she went to the bathroom. I looked around her room; she seemed a bit rebellious and individualistic.
The feeling was about sex; after all, we'd only recently graduated. We chatted about everyday things, and I watched the latest episode of "If You Are the One" on PPS.
It was already 10:30. It was time to make a decision. I glanced at her beside me; her cheeks were flushed, and she was wearing a white casual top.
A black bow was tied at the back of her shirt, and she wore a dark-colored short skirt and incredibly alluring stockings. Her chest seemed to beckon me seductively with every breath.
I acted impulsively, so I decided not to wait for a second date. I gently told her it was getting late and asked if she wanted to get some rest. She listened and waited...
The meeting agreed, so I'll take you downstairs.
So we put on our coats, got up, and went outside. As we opened the door, she turned back and gently turned off the light. I smelled a fragrance emanating from her.
A captivating perfume scent, tinged with a hint of alcohol, wafted towards me. In the dim light of that moment, I slowly approached her, gently wrapping my arms around her waist...
I kissed her on the lips. She seemed a little surprised and instinctively pushed me away with her hand, but very gently, as if tacitly approving of my impudence.
My left hand gently caressed her waist, while my right hand traced her hair down to her earlobe. I kissed her tenderly, gently...
He gently stroked her slightly flushed ears, and soon she felt weak and unsteady on her feet. If her legs were weak, her vagina must be feeling very sensitive too.
I pinned her against the door, feeling the pressure from her large breasts, almost spilling out, beneath her blouse. In the darkness, women seem to be more willing to let go.
Being cautious, I didn't rush to fondle her breasts. Instead, I ran my right hand across her waist and slipped it inside her sexy short skirt, firmly grasping her nipples.
I felt the warmth of her body against the inside of her thigh, and she trembled slightly. I knew she must have really wanted me to touch her.
Her labia were swollen, but when I went around to her back and squeezed her buttocks hard, they were very elastic. She let out a soft moan, using her own...
A voice I couldn't hear said something to me.
I carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and took off my outer pants. She seemed to say something like, "You can't do this," but I didn't want to...
She was talking nonsense, so I spread her legs, pressed myself against her, and through her underwear, forcefully thrust my rock-hard penis into her vagina.
She gently bit her lip and shut up, so I kissed her lips and neck again, while rolling down her stockings.
I didn't want to take off her clothes. I like seeing her dressed, especially with a woman I just met. I was stroking her thighs with my hand...
She had a slender waist, and as he probed her genitals with his nose, he noticed that her underwear, though lined, was already slightly damp. She seemed a little uncomfortable.
Sorry, I offered a token resistance with my hand, then rubbed my nose back and forth on her labia, and finally took off her panties.
Yes, her pubic hair was sparse, and her labia were small and slightly swollen, and wet. I secretly sniffed them; there was almost no smell. It seemed she...
No promiscuity.
So I felt more at ease and kissed her labia, then gave her a long and serious oral sex session. Every time I thrust my penis...
When her labia were sucked in his mouth, her thighs would tremble noticeably. Her clitoris wasn't particularly sensitive, so it seemed she wasn't very sensitive.
I'm quite happy that she frequently masturbates her vulva, because it means her vagina might be more sensitive. Perhaps asking me can help her feel more secure...
Remember me, so I stopped pressing my throbbing, hard penis against her left thigh and gave her a French kiss with my mouth, which was wet with her juices.
I think she must be quite relaxed now, after all, letting a relatively unfamiliar man tease her with her own love juices should make her feel at ease.
She'd lost her pride, so I just lifted her skirt up to her waist and started fucking her. My penis is about 16 centimeters long, and the width is also...
Yes, at first I felt that her vagina was very tight and there was some resistance. She probably hadn't done it for a week. Could it be that her period had just ended?
When it comes to doing this to someone else's girlfriend, there's no need to be gentle. So I held her legs and thrust my penis into her vagina again and again.
After a few thrusts, it was fully inserted. The first time it hit her cervix, she visibly flinched; women with large breasts generally...
They all enjoy being vigorously penetrated, because naturally large breasts make them stand out from the start and easily generate sexual interest.
Guan's aversion to men who are obviously attracted to their breasts is particularly strong; she tends to date men who are not experienced in this area, and are easily swayed by a woman's breasts.
A woman with large, fair skin and a slender figure—how long could an inexperienced man last? Watching those large breasts sway back and forth beneath him, he could only guess...
The plan was quickly abandoned. So if you're lucky enough to be the first man to have sex with a big-breasted woman, she'll stay with you for a long time because she's very...
It's hard to find someone with whom she can fully release the sexual desires that have been buried deep within her for so long.
I first inserted myself deeply and slowly into her vagina a few times. I sensed she was a little excited; she let out a soft moan and placed one hand on her chest. I thought...
She probably really wanted me to play with her breasts, but she was too shy to do it herself, so after I fucked her a few times, I put my penis in...
I pulled out, giving her a stronger contrast in sensations within her vagina, allowing her to carefully distinguish between the feeling of being penetrated and the desire to be penetrated.
He began to slowly enjoy her warm, moist vagina, fucking her as he pleased, watching her expressions and body language, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, eight shallow thrusts followed by two deep thrusts.
After a while, I would occasionally pinch her breasts through her clothes. She seemed to feel unsatisfied and would secretly touch and pinch her breasts herself.
So I opened her shirt, unhooked her bra, and lifted it up. Her breasts were a genuine D-cup, white and large, but unfortunately, her nipples were very small.
The areolas are also small, and the nipples are somewhat inverted. Personally, I prefer the larger nipples and areolas of a married woman; it looks a bit more wanton.
Her breasts were so white and tender, and quite elastic, you could squeeze them however you wanted, flatten them however you wanted. They seemed very sensitive; maybe she even enjoyed masturbating.
She likes to play with her breasts, so I played with her breasts too.
I feel like she's getting wetter, and there are smacking sounds when we're doing it. Her vagina is very tight, and it's very stimulating to do it; I feel like I'm breaking through her defenses.
My defenses were breached; one of my movements was too forceful, and my penis slipped out. Seeing her dazed eyes and expression of pleasure, I held her thighs and said to her…
Help me inside. She glanced at me, seemed embarrassed, and didn't react much. I pulled her right hand over and placed it on my penis, and then she...
I felt myself holding my penis and pushing it into her vagina. I liked the feeling of slowly letting a woman experience my wanton side, so I stopped...
Instead of holding her legs, he grabbed one of her breasts with each hand, using them as leverage to thrust into her vagina more vigorously, showing his appreciation.
Her reward was that I squeezed her breasts very hard, making her nipples look like they were being squeezed out. The piston-like motion connected me and her.
It was her breasts and vagina that she seemed to be particularly aroused by; her moans grew louder, and she kept playing with her breasts and vaginal openings.
He looked at her breasts, so I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Her hand, which was playing with that breast, caressed my face passionately.
She kept moaning as I thrust in and out.
Sometimes I hold her slender, white arm, sometimes I support her waist, sometimes I let her lie face down on the bed, and sometimes I hold her neck with my hand.
I slowly tightened my grip, like I was forcing myself on her. She just moaned and obediently cooperated, without any verbal communication. Anyway, I didn't...
She likes to talk nonsense, and she's unlikely to ask me if I love her. I don't know how much time passed, but she whispered to me... "It hurts a little." So I stopped.
I glanced at the sheets; there were several damp patches, and my penis was covered in her vaginal fluid. Watching her soft breathing, I suddenly had a wicked thought.
So I placed my penis, covered in her vaginal fluids, next to her face. She tried to pull away, but I held her face with one hand and slapped her face a few times with my penis.
I lowered my penis and pressed it against her lips. She resisted for a moment, but seeing that I wasn't going to back down, she opened her mouth. So I inserted my penis into her mouth.
I told her to lick it clean, but she didn't seem very skilled at oral sex, so I lost interest. Plus, I was tired afterward, and that was that.
My libido returned, and my penis slowly softened. So I pulled the blanket up to cover us both, put in some pillows, and lay down next to her. She didn't say anything for a long time.
I don't smoke either, so there was no post-coital cigarette scene. We just lay there quietly, listening to each other's breathing. I don't know if she was...
I don't know what I'm thinking. I just feel a bit lost. I don't love her, so why did I have sex with her? Maybe it's just human nature's lust.
Desire made me want to possess her, because for me, masturbation provides more sexual pleasure than intercourse, probably because I've had many years of masturbation experience.
Sometimes, after working for a long time, you get tired and lose that shooting feeling.
After a long time, she finally spoke, and it was a very clichéd line: "I want to bite you." I'm speechless. Isn't this the work of Jin Yong?
Is this a recurring trope in my grandfather's novel about seduction, *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*? I had no choice but to press on and ask, "Why?" She said, "I'm afraid you'll..."
"I forgot, but I want you to remember me..." I thought to myself, "Sis, sister, auntie, can't you be a little more creative?" But on the surface, I just smiled, and...
Then I hugged her tighter. Later we discussed whether my abilities were fake, whether I was using cheats or drugs, but I was too lazy to argue with her.
I casually agreed, while carefully examining her breasts. They were indeed large and white, and didn't seem to be sagging much, but I felt they were shaped like bamboo shoots.
It's more appealing and more interactive.
She got up and made some drinks and snacks. Looking at the time, it was around 12 o'clock. She went to the living room to get her phone and made a call. It seemed she said…
I didn't hear anything while her phone was charging, so I figured it must be her boyfriend. Then it suddenly occurred to me that he probably likes to suck her breasts, which I find quite amusing.
She laughed. Then she went back to bed. It seemed like she was about to mention her boyfriend, and she seemed a little unhappy. Sure enough, after a while, she said that it was her boyfriend earlier.
My friend called her. I pretended to be surprised, then embarrassed, and then she said she was having some problems in her relationship with her boyfriend, and so on.
I listened attentively to their relationship story and offered her some advice. She said her boyfriend seemed to sense something was wrong, and...
She was originally planning to come over, but then she said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep, so we didn't. My anus was a little tight, and then she said she'd wanted to break up for a long time, but...
My boyfriend has been feeling down lately, and I didn't want to upset him, so I talked to her for a while and realized she has a very kind heart.
I feel a little guilty again... [The End]

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