One of the four times he dated married women

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Over a decade ago, when I first bought a computer, I enjoyed chatting on QQ in my spare time. One day, I met a young married woman.
For some reason, I always wanted to chat with her. What surprised me even more was that as our conversations deepened, I discovered this 28-year-old woman was incredibly dependent on me, who was almost 20 years her senior. Perhaps it was interest or something else, but whenever I was online, she would chat with me endlessly, about everything from work to life, from family, husband to children, and even her childhood, middle school, and university. We also talked about how she fell in love with her first love and how they broke up, and how her current husband won her over. We were completely open with each other. However, this openness was limited to the topics I mentioned above; we never discussed sensitive topics like sex or love. Once, when we were talking about family, she told me she lost her father when she was a few years old. Since I was about the same age as her parents, she asked if it was okay for her to call me "Dad." Regardless of my consent, she called me "Dad" from then on.
Until over a year later, when I was attending training at the city bureau, she asked me during a chat if I could visit her. Actually, I really wanted to see her. Although we both just said we'd meet, I think we both knew what would happen if we did, at least that's what I thought. The next day was the weekend, and I had no classes for the next two days, so it was a good time to see her. After class in the afternoon, I took the train to her city. There was no high-speed rail there back then, and I didn't arrive until after 2 a.m. When I got off the train, I hailed a taxi and told the driver I was going to XX College to see my child (because her home was in the college's staff quarters and it was also very close to the hospital where she worked), and to find a hotel near the college. The taxi stopped in front of a hotel, I paid the fare, got out, went to the front desk, checked in, and after a quick shower, I lay down on the bed. I was a bit tired from the seven-hour train ride, so I sent her the hotel address and then drifted off to sleep. The phone rang and woke me up. As soon as I answered, I heard her sweet voice say, "Dad, I've arrived!" I immediately got dressed and went downstairs to greet her. Despite having seen her photos and video chats countless times, I was still stunned when her petite and adorable figure appeared before me, even though I was nearly 50 at the time. It wasn't until she gracefully walked to my side, hugged my arm, and called out "Dad!" that I snapped out of my daze.
I led her by the hand back to the room. She put down what she was carrying on the table, turned around, and threw herself into my arms, her little hands tightly wrapped around my waist, her head pressed against my chest. I patted her back with both hands. We hugged like that for a while, then she said, "Dad, go wash up and have something to eat." I bought Dad breakfast. I was deeply moved. I immediately went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, she had already set breakfast on the table. We quickly finished eating together. After cleaning up, we sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn't help but pull her into my arms. Seeing that she didn't resist, I boldly kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips. She closed her eyes and let me do as I pleased. When I kissed her lips and my tongue licked her soft lips, she opened her mouth and stuck out her little tongue to respond to my French kiss. I don't know how we undressed afterwards, but we were entangled naked on the bed. I lay on top of her, kissing and licking her body as I backed down from her head until my entire body was between her legs. My mouth touched her pink vulva, which was already very wet. I licked her labia and clitoris, and even used my tongue to penetrate her opening. After a few minutes, I moved back up, sucking on one of her nipples, while my middle finger slowly teased her tight, wet vulva. Her face was flushed, she bit her lower lip, tilted her head back, her body tense, her buttocks twitching, and her legs tightly clamped around my hand. My finger stopped moving, and I felt a warm flow. After a while, her body slowly relaxed, and her legs loosened. I knew it was time, so I knelt between her legs, grasped my penis, and rubbed the head of my penis against her clitoris and labia. After playing for a while, I slowly penetrated her (I wanted to use a condom, but she said she didn't like it and that she was in her safe period). We changed positions a few times and played for over 20 minutes. Then, with a burst of vigorous thrusting, her body tensed up again, her vagina pulsating and stimulating my penis. I felt a tingling sensation down my spine and thrust deeply a dozen times before ejaculating. At the same time, I felt a warm rush washing over my glans. The feeling was indescribable.
We played for a while, then rested. During the rest, we caressed each other; I sucked her nipples and stroked her clitoris, while she stroked my testicles and played with my penis. She would also give me oral sex, albeit awkwardly. I don't know how many times she orgasmed, only that I ejaculated twice, once in her mouth. She didn't eat it, but cleaned herself with a tissue before kissing me. She probably didn't clean herself properly on purpose, because I could clearly smell a peculiar taste, like fishy or salty—it was hard to describe.
She came here before 7 a.m. and stayed until after 1 p.m., feeling tired and hungry. After washing up and settling in, we checked out of the hotel and ate out together. After dinner, we went to the park, strolled by the lake, swung on the swings, and rested on a park bench when we got tired. Then we went to Bifenggang for ice cream. It wasn't until after 9 PM that I kissed her goodbye downstairs at her apartment building before taking a taxi to the train station and returning to my city the next morning.
She was the first and only woman outside of my marriage, at nearly fifty years old. We've kept in touch ever since, for over ten years. Although we've both had jobs and families, and more importantly, lived quite far apart, we've only been together four times, but each time has been incredibly exciting and wonderful.

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