First time recording

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The incident occurred in 2005. I had known the woman in the text for a while through work, and we often chatted on QQ and had meals together frequently. She was married with a young child, but she maintained a good figure and was quite tall. Every time I watched her walk from behind, I fantasized about having sex with her from behind, so I was always tempted by her. The day before the incident, my office computer couldn't connect to the internet, so on Saturday the 17th, I woke up to a message from her saying that a client had called urgently and asked her to handle some website issues, so she was at the company. Her company had closed for the holiday the day before, and the bosses had gone home for the Mid-Autumn Festival (the 18th was the 19th), so I couldn't suppress my desires and went to her office. What followed included going back to my girlfriend's house, going to the mobile phone store to activate the global roaming service (I planned to travel during the National Day holiday), and buying her a bag of "Heart Pet" cookies for breakfast. Then I went to her company to help her with the website issue. Afterwards, I went to KFC and bought two boxes of Portuguese egg tarts that were advertised on TV, plus a box of spicy chicken wings, before returning to their office.
The website project started with modifications based on the client's requests. She was using her own computer, and I was on another. She was chatting with another man who had a crush on her. I was a little angry at her attitude but couldn't firmly reject him. Then the man made a phone call, and watching their chat made me feel a pang of jealousy. Then she asked me on QQ if all men, besides their wives, liked to have affairs. I said not all men are like that. She asked if I was that kind of man, and I said no. She laughed. I asked her why she was laughing, but she wouldn't say. Perhaps because we'd been joking around on QQ a lot recently, she sensed my feelings for her. After the client's project was almost finished, she thanked me on QQ and sent a kiss emoji. I said I didn't want a fake one, I wanted the real one. Then she laughed again and said, "Then come on!" I said, "Don't provoke me, I might really do it." She said, "But didn't you just say you weren't that type of man?" I could only manage a dry laugh. Just then, she called from home, saying she was done with her work and had to go home. By then, my heart had already been stirred by her, and I couldn't let her leave so easily. So I mentioned there was a small error on the client's website. She asked where it was, so I went over to her and asked her to open the website. After she opened it, I pointed to the screen and said there was a slight issue with the layout there. Then she squatted down in front of the keyboard, and I stood behind her, using the mouse with my right hand and the keyboard with my left hand along her shoulder. After I fixed it, she tested it.
I was standing behind her at that moment. She was wearing a black dress that day. From my angle, I was looking at the computer screen, and when I looked away, I saw her black bra and white breasts through the neckline of her dress. My mind went blank; I felt like a volcano erupting. My breathing became rapid. I quickly looked away, afraid she would notice. But I couldn't help looking again and again. I kept looking while she was using the computer. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to hug her and kiss her breasts. Then she stood up and told me she had to go home. I stood behind her without saying a word, my heart pounding. I was terrified she would leave like that, but I didn't have the courage to tell her how I felt. She started packing up her files. I couldn't control myself anymore and opened my arms to hug her. I felt her tremble, and then neither of us moved or spoke. The room was silent. Then she spoke, "Silly boy, don't do this." I still held her tightly and mustered my courage to say, "I love you." Then I kissed her neck from behind. At that moment, she turned her head to look at me, and I looked at her too. Then, without thinking, we both leaned in and I started kissing her passionately.
I was surprised by her enthusiasm and initiative. I felt she needed me more than I needed her. She hugged me tighter, as if she wanted to become one with me. We stood there kissing for several minutes, our mouths full of saliva. Then my hands started to wander, gently stroking her back, then moving to the front to touch her breasts. Because of the bra in between, it didn't feel very good, but my heart was still in a state of excitement. Yes, after so long, I had finally touched the woman I had always dreamed of at such close range.
I moved my hands down and slowly lifted her skirt, untying her bra strap from behind. Then, trembling, I covered her breasts with my hands. Women who have given birth have breasts that are slightly saggy, but large, too big to be covered by a single hand. When I ran my fingernails across her breasts, I felt her whole body tremble. I gently massaged them with my hands; they were soft and felt very comfortable. She cooperated by unzipping her skirt and pulling it up, and now I could see her breasts. So white. The two nipples were a darker color, slightly erect, with a playful look. Involuntarily, I bent down, pressed my head against hers, and licked her breasts with my tongue. She held my head tightly.
Then I started getting restless. I began using the techniques described in those articles I'd read online to lick her breasts, teasing her, and my hands started sliding up and down, pinching and twisting her breasts and thighs. While my hands were touching her breasts, my tongue was also moving up and down her body. Then I licked her neck, including the sensitive areas above her shoulders, as well as her face, nose, eyes, forehead, and ears.
She was already aroused, exuding the unique scent of a mature woman, a faint fragrance that stimulated my nostrils. My hand slid down, slowly moving along the inside of her thigh. I occasionally pressed my fingers against her underwear. Her breathing became a little rapid, and her hands began to move over my body, lifting my clothes, pressing her breasts against my skin, rubbing them together, and she began to moan softly. I moved my right hand behind her back, inside her underwear, and began to caress her buttocks—they were very smooth. My left hand lingered on her inner thigh, and our mouths continued, tasting each other's saliva. Then I gently pulled her underwear down.
She suddenly snapped out of it, tried to push me away, closed her eyes, and said, "Silly, no, you still have a girlfriend, you can't do anything to betray her." I didn't say anything, just took her hands away and continued holding her. Then I said, "I really like you, you should be able to feel it." She didn't say anything, just held me, and let me take off her underwear. I started arousing her again, haha, she's a woman who gets into it very easily. I gently stroked her vulva with my right hand, it was so wet, I could tell she wanted it, so I said to her, "I want it," she didn't say anything, just nodded. I was so excited, this was the moment I'd been waiting for. Then I started unbuckling my belt, not taking my pants off completely. We stood there, embracing each other, my erect penis rubbing against her vulva, not inside. To be honest, I didn't expect to have her completely the first time, this was enough. Then I noticed she was more into it than I was, her body constantly writhing, trying to stimulate her vulva more. So I took my right hand down and used it to stimulate her vulva. We teased each other for about two minutes, then I said to her, "You sit down, I want to go in, okay?" She mumbled something, and I helped her to the chair. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of the chair, and pressed my body against hers. My penis was still outside, not inside yet. We lingered like this for another minute or so, when her phone rang. It was a call from home asking her to prepare food for the Mid-Autumn Festival the next day. Ugh. She snapped back to reality and put her hands on my shoulders, trying to push me away, saying, "Don't do this, or we'll both be embarrassed later." At that moment, my mind was filled with passionate images; I wasn't about to agree to her request.
I told her that if she left like this, there wouldn't be another chance. She said I was silly, there would be other chances. I said, "Don't lie to me, maybe you won't even recognize me when you go to work on Monday." She laughed and said, "No way, you're such a silly girl." I had no choice but to say, "Let's hug for a few more minutes." She said okay, so she stood up, and I hugged her and started a new round of kissing. She got into the mood again, hugging me tightly and rubbing our genitals together. So I lifted her up, her buttocks partially on the table, her legs spread apart on the chair, and then, after adjusting the position, my penis went in halfway with a "plop." She shuddered again, letting out a "ah," and hugged me even tighter. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, I want you now, I want you so much." I felt her nod, so I stood up and began the most primal human action.
Perhaps because it was my first time doing something like this, it felt incredibly stimulating and exciting. I felt like I was about to ejaculate after only a few minutes of penetration. When she saw me speed up my thrusting, she told me it was a safe period. I understood and kissed her passionately, my penis continuing to thrust without stopping. Finally, amidst her moans, I released all the semen I had been storing for months into her uterus. After ejaculating, I was reluctant to pull out, so I let my penis slowly soften inside her vagina. I held her and kissed her for a few more minutes. She kept holding me, saying she didn't want to leave, but I had no choice. My family called her again, and she said she had to go. So we separated, cleaned up our rooms, and reluctantly left with her.
After seeing her downstairs, I went back to my office. Apparently, the office computer was working again today, and my colleagues had been playing games all day. About 20 minutes later, I couldn't resist calling her. She had already bought groceries and was on her way to catch her ride. I asked her if she was hungry or tired, and she just kept giggling, saying she'd eaten a lot of my saliva, and then said we'd chat online that night.
Finally, evening arrived, and I suddenly saw that she was online on QQ. I quickly sent her a message, but she only replied with a smiley face. I asked her if it was inconvenient to talk, and she said no. Then I asked her if she was tired, and she said no. Seeing her indifferent attitude, I suddenly felt very disappointed.
The next day, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival, was the hardest day. I went to a friend's house for a meal and then went back to the office. I didn't see her come up. I wanted to call her but was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so I forced myself to watch a few movies in the office while missing her.
Of course, after we went to work on Monday, our relationship became closer than before. Later, I asked her why she hadn't talked to me before. She said she was afraid of the consequences, afraid that both of our families would be affected, and more importantly, afraid that I would betray my girlfriend. She said that she took a shower for more than an hour that night, trying to wash away all the dirt on her body. But after she finished showering, she realized that I had already entered her life, and she didn't want me to leave her. As for Sunday, relatives came to visit, and after dinner we went to the park, and she was tired in the evening so she went to bed early.
Now I understand why she accepted me so easily. My casual acts of care always touched her deeply. However, the age difference made her feel we were impossible, which led her to occasionally avoid me. She told me that her sex life with her husband was always unsatisfactory. During intercourse, she felt like she was only fulfilling her duties as a wife, unable to experience any pleasure, let alone orgasm. I also knew I was the second man in her life, but in bed, she gave me more than she gave her husband. Compared to her and her husband, who always used the same two positions—either she or he—she always hoped he would finish quickly, saying it was exhausting. With me, however, she felt happy, passionate, and easily aroused. We had many happy moments together—on the bed, on the floor, on the desk, in the chair, and even in the shower—including her first oral sex experience, which was with me.

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