The Success Story of Seducing the Neighbor's Young Wife (Part 1)

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I first

met this young woman shortly after I moved into my rented apartment. Since we lived in the same building, we bumped into each other quite often. The building had six floors without an elevator; I lived on the third floor at the east end, and they lived on the fifth floor at the west end. She wasn't a local; the couple had recently bought the apartment. She worked in HR for a foreign company, and her husband worked in customer service at another company—the kind that involves a lot of business trips. They were away from home for about half the month. The couple seemed quite hardworking; they bought the apartment themselves, with contributions from both families. They had a child who wasn't yet in kindergarten, and because they were both so busy with work, the child was being cared for by the husband's parents.
The first time I saw her, I was immediately attracted to her appearance. She had a beautiful face, a curvaceous figure, and skin that was fairer than most people from southern China (Guangdong). At the time, I thought, "Her husband is so lucky to have such a sexy and beautiful wife. In today's terms, she's a 'rich, beautiful, and successful woman' (being able to buy a house in the area means you're considered wealthy). If she were my woman, I wouldn't let her go unless I slept with her at least three times a day." Unexpectedly, we'd only known each other for less than a year before I actually slept with her, and that's been going on for over two years. I miss her scent, her soft yet firm breasts, the flowing fluids from her vagina, her lewd laughter and playful fights with me while she sucked my penis... I miss everything about her. If there's an afterlife, I hope we can still be lovers.

Secondly, getting her QQ number
. The seduction process was actually very simple. I didn't initially expect to succeed. Since we lived in the same building, we naturally greeted each other and introduced ourselves. Being a helpful person, I told her I worked as an electrical repairman at a hotel, and if she had any problems with her refrigerator, air conditioner, or washing machine, I could help her, no problem. Seeing how busy and helpful I was, she gave me her phone number, and I gave her my phone number and QQ number. She added me on QQ shortly after. At first, we just exchanged greetings occasionally, and if anything important happened in the neighborhood, we'd talk about it on QQ. After getting her QQ number, I started paying more attention to her. I'd send her a joke almost every day—you can find tons of those online—and I'd also find ways to compliment her on her beauty and sexiness. Gradually, we chatted more and more on QQ. I usually didn't message her when her husband was home, but I still sent her jokes every day without fail. My only goal was to have someone thinking about her every day.
Later, her air conditioner had a minor problem; it wouldn't start. She had bought an older house from someone else, and this air conditioner was left over from the previous owner and was quite old. As soon as she mentioned it on QQ, I immediately grabbed my tools and went to her house. I checked and found it was a problem with the starting capacitor—a few dollars' worth of work, which I fixed quickly. She asked me how much it cost to fix the air conditioner, and naturally, I wouldn't let her pay. The couple insisted on treating me to dinner that day, but because I was busy at the hotel, I said we could do it another day. The two of them acted as if I had done them a huge favor. The next day, she even thanked me on QQ.
Later, she mentioned that her washing machine was draining water very slowly on QQ. As soon as she mentioned it, I knew what was wrong. That evening after work, I went to her house, removed the drain hose, and took out a few coins from the drain valve – that solved the problem in no time! She said I was amazing. Her husband wasn't home that day, and I really wanted to tell her, "I haven't shown you my amazing skills yet!"

Then, we
chatted on QQ again. I knew it was time to confess my feelings. If it worked out, great; if not, oh well. It's not like I'm without women's love. Keep a calm mindset (haha). The night after I fixed their washing machine, I sent her a joke about couples using a washing machine as a code word for sex. I often use this joke to mock myself when my wife isn't around, hoping to get some romantic attention from my loving female friends. Here it is again: There was a couple who used washing clothes as a signal before having sex. That day, they had a fight. The husband wanted to wash his clothes, but didn't want to tell his wife directly, so he asked his son to tell her. His son ran to his mother and said, "Mom, Dad says his clothes are dirty and he wants to wash them." The mother told her son, "The washing machine is broken today, it can't be used." But after a while, she also wanted to wash them, so she asked her son to tell his father to bring the clothes to wash. After the son told his father, the father said, "Go tell your mother I've already hand-washed them."
She received this joke and sent me a laughing emoji, asking, "Your wife isn't around, who washed your clothes for you?" Then she sent another laughing emoji. I said, "Poor thing, I can only hand-wash them. If they're really dirty, I'll go back to my hometown, or ask my wife to come and wash them for me." She joked again, saying, "There are coin-operated washing machines on the street." I said, "I'd rather hand-wash than go to a street vendor; it's unhygienic for so many people to share." She sent another laughing emoji, and I continued to say to her: "Your husband is so lucky. If I had a washing machine like that, I'd wash my clothes three times a day." She didn't reply on QQ. After a while, she sent a *** emoji followed by a smiley face. I could tell she wasn't angry. I mustered my courage and typed: "If I could wash my clothes like that even once in my life, I'd consider my life worthwhile." A few minutes passed without a reply, and then her QQ went invisible.

The

next day, I sent her jokes on QQ again, and we chatted intermittently, as if the awkward conversation from the previous day hadn't happened.
About a month after we fixed their washing machine, we started talking more. Having expressed my feelings, I felt more relaxed. When her husband was home, she rarely talked to me; when he wasn't, we talked more, almost as if we had a tacit understanding.
The turning point finally came one evening. Again on QQ, she said she'd argued with her husband and felt very upset. I said, "How about I come over and talk to you?" After a few minutes of silence on her end, she replied with a simple "Mmm." When she appeared on the screen, my heart was pounding. Happiness came so suddenly! I quickly composed myself and typed five words: "I'll be there in a minute." She replied with two words: "Okay." It took less than a minute to get from the third to the fifth floor. When I stood at her door, ready to knock, the door opened softly, and I slipped inside. A beautiful young woman in a semi-transparent nightgown stood before me. As soon as I closed the door, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips, the ones I had longed for day and night. She let out a soft moan as I half-carried, half-embraced her and placed her on the sofa in her living room.

Note: Because the beautiful young woman didn't work at the hotel, she is not included in the "Those Sexy Women in Hotels" series.

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