The Beautiful Housewife Series, Part 15: Yunmei

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The Fifteenth installment of the "Beautiful Married Woman Series": Yunmei.

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I first saw her two years ago when I joined this mid-sized company, working on development. She was in another department, so we had virtually no interaction except for being geographically connected by being on the same floor of the same office building. She was petite, about 160 centimeters tall, but well-proportioned, with a fair, oval face and cherry-like lips, possessing a classic Chinese beauty. Her legs were fair and shapely, her waist slender, and her breasts firm and rounded. Any man who saw her couldn't help but stare for a moment. She had been there for some time, and I heard that before she got married, she had many suitors, but none of them succeeded. In the end, she chose a stable life as a civil servant. I met her husband later; he was very handsome, had a great physique, and most importantly, a very good temper (she told me this after we got to know each other better). After meeting her husband, I felt that those losers didn't deserve their fate at all; even I would probably be nothing but dust by now. This company gave me a lot of room to maneuver, and the top-level managers trusted me implicitly. Of course, my abilities were important, but my good interpersonal skills also played a role. Both direct and indirect staff respected me, making work very smooth and my days busy and fulfilling. Job-hopping is rampant in this industry, and I'm fortunate to have found the right company at the right time, carefully managing my future. At the time, I had just experienced a heartbreak and, feeling disheartened, threw myself into my work. Although the office was predominantly female, most were married, with only a handful of women my age who were unmarried. There were some attractive women, but they were all quite pampered, and I, being rather arrogant, didn't like serving such "ladies," so we didn't interact much. However, some young women in their early twenties, fresh out of school, were very kind to me. I always participated in events, and I treated them like younger sisters. Many of the people here came from central and southern Taiwan, and I was one of them. However, most of my work involved on-site work, and my job required extensive computer use, so I quickly became quite familiar with the office staff within a few months. My acquaintance with Yunmei began through several projects. Actually, I first met her boss, and our excellent communication and coordination skills quickly integrated me into their team. Over time, they got to know me quite well. I'm usually helpful and generous, and I have a sweet tongue, so I often receive many benefits. For example, her boss would sometimes bring me breakfast (there's a Mei Er Mei convenience store next to her house), and later I simply paid a monthly fee for it. For a while, after her boss had her third child and was in postpartum confinement, she and a few other "mama's" took over the breakfast-bringing job. Yunmei is about my age, and she came here after graduating from Tamkang University. I, on the other hand, was recruited after wandering around this industry for a while after completing my military service. The gender difference, coupled with the fact that "outsiders are better at explaining things," has created a gap in our professional achievements. I'm already on par with her boss, while she's a senior manager. Our work relationship gave us many opportunities to interact, and our similar knowledge and cultural backgrounds led us to become close friends. She has considerable social experience and handles situations with finesse, making conversations with her as pleasant as a gentle breeze. Perhaps she was a typical Taipei urban woman; her style was sophisticated, and even without designer brands, her taste shone through. Her beauty and intelligence captivated me, almost making me forget she was married. A few times when she missed a day, a sense of loss would linger for the entire day. Even after breaking up with my girlfriend, I still had physical needs. I'm not exactly a saint, but I would never use money to solve them. This city has many brightly lit places, and of course, many lonely men and women. When I really needed to, I would browse pubs. Young women these days are very open, and they become increasingly provocative as the night goes on. Most of those who frequent pubs aren't exactly virtuous, and given my style, I rarely failed. I accepted all kinds of clients—office workers, female students, married women, even prostitutes—we did it all, in hotels, in cars, and in the open countryside, always adhering to the principle of leaving no trace. The longer I knew Yunmei, the stronger my desire to possess her became. When discussing business, I often fantasized about having sex with her, and in moments of passion, I often imagined her as one of those promiscuous women. June 23rd this year was her 29th birthday, which happened to be the fifth gift she received. She wore a white shirt, a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe high heels, without stockings, which made her look incredibly sexy and charming. Some of the unmarried young men and women in her department teased her to celebrate her birthday, and she couldn't refuse, so she had to call her husband for help. Her husband was very understanding and took on the responsibility of taking care of the children, allowing her to have fun. Actually, I was also very busy that day, working overtime on a Swedish case, so when the children came to find me, I had to apologize and decline. Later, they sent her to arrest someone, what to do? I thought I'd just have to go back to the office later. After dinner, everyone went to sing karaoke. It was the first time I heard her sing, but I thought it was better to listen to her talk. She probably knew this too, so the microphone was passed around among us. Rose-colored drinks and soda made everyone temporarily forget about their image, and it was clear that she had a high alcohol tolerance. Later, someone brought a bottle of XO, and some people were too scared to drink it. Only a few boys, me, and she were left to handle it. She was the birthday girl, and I was the only manager there. The constant toasting was almost unbearable. I remembered I still had work to do. Around nine o'clock, a girl vomited. I thought I'd take the opportunity to send her home and escape, but she chased after me. "I can't take it anymore either, take me home too!" she said, already a little unsteady. "These guys are crazy, it was so hard to get away." She slumped into the front seat, while Yiqing in the back was lying flat. "Are you going back to the company to drive?" "I'm so dizzy, just take me home." It seemed I had to get her home quickly. There was roadwork along the way, and I regretted taking that route; they both seemed very uncomfortable. We arrived at Yiqing's apartment. I left Yunmei in the car and helped Yiqing inside. Her roommate quickly came out to help. After settling in, I saw that Yunmei was asleep. She wasn't sitting properly, and her skirt wasn't pulled up. I was startled when I saw her white thighs, and I could vaguely see her white bra through the buttons of her shirt. I was already hard, driving while my eyes kept roaming over her body. "Stop the car! Stop the car now!" After a while, she suddenly woke up. I knew she was going to vomit. I quickly pulled over. She opened the car door and then vomited. She was clearly in a lot of pain. I got out of the car with some tissues and went to the other side to wipe her mouth and collar, then helped her sit up straight. "I'll recline the seat back, you can lie down for a while." She nodded. We still had about twenty minutes to go before we arrived at her house. The seat back suddenly reclined, and her legs naturally stretched forward. I had never looked closely at the inside of her thighs before, and this excited me immensely. As we drove, the sign for a motel ahead was very conspicuous. My reason was in a tug-of-war with my lust. The motel had already passed us. Finally, the alcohol triumphed over everything, and morality and reason vanished for a fleeting moment. I turned around, drove straight in, paid, and backed into the garage. I opened the door and helped her out: "Yunmei, rest for a bit." "Where is this?" I didn't answer, my right arm around her waist and my left hand on her left shoulder. Once inside, I couldn't hold back any longer. My hands assaulted her breasts, kneading them forcefully. "What are you doing! Oh...no!" She struggled, and I believed she was sober. "What else can a man and a woman do in a motel?" I lewdly whispered in her ear. I threw her onto the bed, and she struggled to get off. I grabbed her ankles, pulled them back, and spread them apart. In an instant, her legs were pressed tightly against my outer thighs; the skin felt cold and delicate. Her hands were struggling to support her. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and reached my right hand inside her purple skirt to pull down her panties. Instinctively, she tried to stop her right leg with her left hand and pulled forward. I relaxed her waist, letting her move forward with the momentum. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She tried to pull away with her left leg, but this caused her last line of defense to collapse. The black lace material contrasted sharply with her white right calf. I wasn't in a hurry to control her. Watching her stagger away gave me a sense of pleasure. Her alcohol levels didn't allow her to make any big movements. I wanted to ravage her, to train her, to let her experience the pleasure of being raped for the first time. She slowly crawled to a small round table. At this moment, I took off my shirt and pounced on her from behind like a cheetah, grabbing her waist and flipping her petite body over like a toy onto the round table. I spread her legs apart and leaned over to take her down. Her hands desperately pushed against my chest, and she gasped for breath, which excited me greatly. I unbuttoned her white shirt with little resistance; her breasts, accentuated by her bra, looked full and round, and I slowly savored the feel through the bra. Her ponytail, which had been tied up, was now completely disheveled. Finally, I felt that her tender vulva was soaking wet. I unbuttoned my trousers and underwear, and inserted the head of my penis into her clitoris. At this moment, she stopped struggling; tears streamed down her face as she begged me to stop. Looking into her eyes, I slowly withdrew my penis slightly, paused for two seconds, closed my eyes, then tightened my grip and thrust my hips forward, pushing her tender vulva to its deepest point. She trembled all over from this sudden stimulation."Ah...ah...no...ah..." My relentless, fierce thrusts made her moan incessantly. Her legs swayed back and forth, wrapped around my waist. Her left foot was bare, her right high heel still on, and her panties clung to her white right calf. "Yunmei, we've come this far, what's there to hold back?" After a while, I stopped at the deepest point and gazed at her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white, round breasts. Her areolas weren't large, but they were dark, indicating her husband hadn't wasted his time. Meanwhile, she squeezed her legs even tighter. "Good! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold." I couldn't help but admire her ability to control herself, truly a mature urban woman, and continued thrusting forcefully. Then I flipped her over like a toy, making her knees on the table, and removed her white shirt and bra, leaving her only in a purple skirt. I lifted her left leg from behind, pulling it across my left leg which was already pressed against the table, and my hard weapon once again entered and exited her territory. She was a little unsteady, but naturally adjusted herself with her waist. From that small movement, I knew tonight I had met my match. The room was damp and warm; after all, she wasn't a young girl, but her contractions made up for everything. I hadn't been this wild in a long time. After thrusting for a while, I carried her to the bed. She seemed skilled and experienced in all positions—core, doggy style, lotus position, etc.—and I was quite surprised by her performance today. She twisted her waist on top of me, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly up and down, her fragrant sweat dripping onto my chest like rain. Her wantonness was something I couldn't reconcile with her usual gentle and demure image; I was probably the first person in the whole company to notice. I wanted to get up because of her, but she pressed her hands against my chest. Stimulated by this, I moved my hands from supporting her breasts down to her slender waist, and thrust upwards again with great force. "Oh...oh...oh..." She simply hooked her hands behind her back, tilted her face back, and closed her eyes to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped her over, lifted her right leg and straddled my shoulder, making one last, most intense, and deepest attack. "Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ahhh..." She became alert. "Oh...open your mouth...oh..." "Ah...no...ah...no..." "Quick...I'm about to ejaculate...quick..." I gradually sped up, almost out of control. She helplessly opened her small mouth. In a flash, I quickly pulled out, grabbed her with my right hand, and inserted it into her small mouth. Immediately, a stream of hot, milky white liquid gushed out, filling her entire mouth. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." She couldn't speak with my penis in her mouth. Thick white liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth. Then I ejaculated four or five more times inside her before pulling out. She tried to vomit, but I forced the semen from the corner of her mouth back onto her, making sure she swallowed it all, before collapsing onto her, panting. The sheets below were soaked, which surprised me; even my girlfriends hadn't reacted this strongly. Her purple skirt was also stained with a lot of secretions, a testament to the passion that had unfolded from beginning to end. After a while, she pushed me away and got up. I figured she was sober enough. I tried to pull her up, but she shook me off. "Even my husband wouldn't dare make me swallow," she glared at me fiercely. "I'm your lover!" I said with a smile, but immediately regretted it; I shouldn't have been so shameless. "Hmph!" She ignored me, stood up, took off her skirt, and turned to go into the bathroom. I gathered up the clothes scattered around, then went into the bathroom to shower. She was lathering herself with soap, unconcerned about my intrusion; at this point, there was no need for restraint. She was facing away from me, her hair styled in a bun, revealing the white nape of her neck. Only then did I truly see how beautiful her all-around figure was. After relieving myself, I slowly approached her, a surge of desire to possess her completely. Suddenly, I grabbed her from behind, cupping each breast in my hands and kneading them forcefully. "Oh! No!" she cried, her body trembling, her hands reaching out to escape. I grabbed her hands, turning her around, and lowered my head to press my lips to hers, my tongue forcefully forcing its way in for a passionate kiss. At first, she instinctively resisted, but soon surrendered, her hands hooking around my neck, our tongues intertwined. I pinned her against the wall, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, our mouths never parting. I knew from this moment on, she was not only betraying me physically, but also committing a sexual infidelity. In the bathroom, we soaped and rinsed each other, kissing every inch of each other's bodies. Then she used her tongue and oral skills to make my penis erect again and again, until finally, we made love again in front of the mirror. She was truly a first-rate expert. After our passion subsided, we each tidied ourselves up. Watching her apply makeup at her vanity, I couldn't help but admire her composure, and I even felt a pang of regret for intruding on her. Finally, I picked up my car keys and glanced at her. Our eyes met, and she blushed. She then got up, left, and got into her car. We didn't speak a word the rest of the way… After that passionate night, it was as if an ice wall had been built between Yunmei and me. She often deliberately avoided me, and unintentional eye contact often led to awkward silences. Actually, I always felt guilty towards her and regretted ruining that beautiful feeling with a moment of impulse. Although I wasn't exactly a saint, I was certainly not a scoundrel. I wouldn't harass her, much less break up her family. Gradually, I let the engineers under me take over the communication with her department, but those junior colleagues remained my friends. A little over a month later, on a Sunday, I went to the document management center to look for some materials. The room had partitions; the outer partitions contained general documents such as ISO files, technical books, and journals, while the inner partitions contained more important business files, research results, and so on. Supervisors usually have keys to the outer door, while the general manager's assistant, the quality assurance center coordinator, and I (from the development department) can freely enter and exit the cubicles. As soon as I entered, a figure in a pale yellow outfit startled me. "You...you're here?" I was so nervous I could barely speak. "Yes..." She flinched, but didn't turn around. I think she was startled too. "What documents are you looking for?" I didn't know what to say. "Instrumentation." Oh! I remembered ISO's annual audit is in a week. "You still have a week to submit the documents!" "I'm taking four days off to go to Guam." No wonder she was working overtime. I knew without a doubt who she was going with. Looking at her in a sleeveless jumpsuit, her long hair flowing, her bare feet sometimes raised, sometimes flat, she looked incredibly sexy. Suddenly, jealousy flared up, and the desire I'd suppressed for over a month erupted again. With a determined heart, I rushed over, grabbed her, pinned her against the wall, and began vigorously kneading her breasts. "Let me go...no...please..." I ignored her, pressing my right thigh against the inside of her legs. "Oh...no...my husband is right outside." She struggled, panting, but couldn't overcome me. "Look at you, so wanton, should we call him to come and see?" Mentioning her husband filled me with both jealousy and excitement. "You...you...you..." She struggled, her face flushed with anger. "What? I'm Ximen Qing, and you're Pan Jinlian!" I enjoyed the pleasure with both hands, teasing her with lewd words, arousing her wanton side. Sure enough, she let out a series of moans. I knew she had surrendered. I used my mouth to unzip her suit, took out the key to the cubicle, opened it, and carried her inside. After placing her on the waitress's table, I left and locked the door. She didn't move at all, which I found a little amusing; she had just been acting like a virtuous woman. I quickly stripped her of all her clothes. This wasn't a hotel, and besides, her husband was right outside; I had to finish quickly. Without much caressing, she lay on the table, and I spread her legs, thrusting my penis in and out. She couldn't help but moan. A few minutes later, the sound of the door to the cultural center being pushed open startled us both. "Yunmei! Yunmei!" It was her husband. He'd probably finished reading the newspaper in the lounge and come looking for his wife. "Hehe! He didn't expect his wife to be with him!" I chuckled lewdly, pressing my upper body against her chest. She glared at me, and I deliberately intensified my thrusts into her tender opening. I could see she was trying her best to hold back, her eyes a mixture of anger and pleading. "Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...please..." she pleaded nervously. "Call me good husband, good brother!" I wouldn't give up until I got my hands on her. "Oh...oh oh...you...how could you...mmm...good...good husband...good brother, please spare me..." The situation was against her; she had no choice but to submit. "Mmm! Good girl... Cousin loves you." After thrusting all the way in, I felt a thrill of conquest from above. Her cheeks flushed, she was panting, and her chest heaved. The touch in my hands was wet and delicate; I couldn't tell whose sweat it was. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away, not daring to look at me; I could tell she was both ashamed and excited.Finally, I heard the door close again. I pulled out my penis, picked her up, and sat her on the table with her back against the wall, her legs spread wide, her feet resting on the tabletop. Her body was petite, like a toy, completely at my mercy. Her vulva was now fully exposed, her labia everted, the bright red flesh contrasting with the semi-turbid discharge—a truly sensual sight. I picked up her panties and had her bite them. I began to explore with my tongue; the wet pubic hair pressed against my nose, giving off a pungent, fishy smell. I slowly penetrated deeper, and stimulated by this, she moaned and squeezed her legs together even tighter. I had to use my hands to separate them. Suddenly, her whole body tensed and then relaxed, her vagina gushing forth—I knew she had orgasmed again. A moment later, I turned her over and had her lie face down on the table. Just then, her cell phone rang. I picked up her dress and handed her the phone from her pocket. "Hello!" It was her husband calling. At the same time, I parted her legs and penetrated her from behind. "I'm there, just a little longer." It was the sex scene. Almost there, almost there, I'm almost done with your wife! "Ah!" I grabbed her round buttocks and thrust all the way in, she couldn't help but gasp. "Oh! No, my colleague is teasing me!" She turned around and glared at me fiercely. I smiled; that "teasing" should be changed to "doing." Then, I rhythmically paired my thrusts with hers, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. "Okay! Why don't you go to the gym?" I could tell she was a little angry, right? Even at this crucial moment, it wasn't over yet. "I'm not that fast, I'll come back at 11!" Half an hour left, I wasn't that good. "Bye!" As soon as I hung up, I immediately sped up. "You slut, of all the other men's wives I've slept with, you're the most lewd!" That wasn't an exaggeration. "Disgusting!" "I'm disgusting, you're shameless, we're a match made in heaven!" She snorted and didn't reply. I thought the days ahead would be quite amusing. Suddenly, the thought of that big green turtle enjoying her every day filled me with jealousy, and I thrust harder with my final attack. "Oh...oh...oh...don't ejaculate inside!" She was terrified: "Really...really don't, today is my fertile period." Having learned from my previous experience, she opened her mouth and tried to get up. I ignored her, my despicable nature showing. I gripped her slender waist even tighter and thrust in as deep as possible. A gush of heat shot out, and she cried out "Ahhh!" before her whole body shuddered. I ejaculated four or five more times before I was clean. She was helpless. I flipped her over, pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and made sure all my semen was inside her, unable to flow out any more, before releasing her. "You're despicable!" Seeing her angry expression, I felt a little regretful. "I promise I'll take precautions next time," I said with a smile. "You... what do you want?" "Yunmei, you can't be unaware of your body's reactions, can you? Life is short, indulging is only right." "Hmph..." She turned to pick up her dress, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. She quickly dressed, fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and went out. Watching her practiced movements, I thought I had hired a high-class prostitute. I even went out to eat with them at noon, playing with his wife and eating his food to replenish my energy. Thinking about it now, I feel really embarrassed. Later, Yunmei became my regular fuck buddy. Going out for casual sex during work hours was commonplace. We tried it in the car, in the wilderness, and even more excitingly, going to her house to have sex after her husband went to work. When her husband went abroad, I even took her to a wife-swapping club. Her record was having sex with eleven men in one night! I thought I'd wait until I got tired of that and then find some new prey.

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