The Ultimate Goal of Past Emotions: The Cuckold's Wife (Part 9)

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. My daily life was a repetitive cycle of factory, canteen, and dormitory. The office remained the same; my old colleagues still spent their days looking at girls on the production line, smoking in the break room, and gossiping about various things in the office. I, too, had gone from the naive young woman I was when I first started working to a more mature one. After work, I spent most of my free time in the finished goods warehouse and the production line office. I was particularly close to two clerks: one was a fellow townsman working in the warehouse, and the other later became my wife. Being single was just too boring… I had nowhere to kill time, especially after get off work, so overtime became the focus. On the one hand, it meant more overtime pay (anyone who's worked in a Taiwanese company knows that, except for Taiwanese managers, mainlanders, whether supervisors or section chiefs, basically all have to work overtime). On the other hand, overtime allowed me freedom of movement; I only needed to clock out. I could chat with colleagues from other departments, wander around the production line looking at girls, and of course, spend more time with my two clerk friends, haha…
Before talking about my interactions with the two clerks, let me first talk about two other people: my ex-girlfriend Q and my former junior high school classmate H. I met H again within six months, which was also the last time in Shenzhen, because H went back to get married to her boyfriend. Before leaving, H called me and said she wanted to see me, so I went to the address she gave me on time: Sea World in Shekou. At that time, Sea World hadn't been renovated yet. There was a large ship with Chairman Mao's inscription, a sculpture of Nuwa mending the sky, and many restaurants run by foreigners. Sitting by the sea, enjoying the sea breeze, and admiring the foreign beauties (foreigners dressed quite openly; you could often see foreign beauties with half-exposed breasts), it felt quite nice, hehe… After waiting a while, H arrived quickly. That day, H was dressed very smartly, simply yet charmingly. She wore jeans, sneakers, and a tight-fitting T-shirt (the round neck kind; given H's already large breasts), the tight-fitting shirt made them appear even larger and fuller, almost bursting out. I didn't dare look directly at her; I felt my face turn red… We sat side by side on the beach, chatting idly. H rested her head on my shoulder, looked at me quietly, and asked, "In junior high, I often daydreamed in class because you sat in front of me. Did you ever notice? Did you ever like me?" I… I was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question, so I simply remained silent, watching the waves lapping against the small stones on the shore. Actually, my attention in junior high was entirely on Q; I hadn't noticed H at all, so I didn't know how to answer that question. Seeing my silence, H stood up and took my hand, saying, "Let's walk together." So H took my arm as usual, her breasts rubbing against mine. For a moment, we were like lovers. We walked like this for a while, then H suddenly stopped, hugged me, and cried. She said she was going to Shandong with her boyfriend to get married in a few days and wouldn't be coming back to Shenzhen. She said she didn't really like her boyfriend, but they were living together, and things had already slept together. Looking at H, I didn't know how to comfort her, so I just silently hugged her tighter. Suddenly, H said, "Give me a kiss." Holy crap, I froze. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind—could it be…? But I still hugged H and kissed her. H was the second woman I'd kissed besides Q. To be honest, I felt H was better at kissing than Q, making me feel like a complete novice, awkwardly accompanying her the whole time. Finally, my penis shamelessly got hard, and H clearly felt it too. We both gave an awkward smile, and then there was silence… After that meeting, I didn't see H again for ten years. H was divorced by then (her husband had an affair and gotten another woman pregnant), which I'll describe later...
Then came my last encounter with Q. Actually, after breaking up with Q, we were both in pain. Q would often call me, but I usually didn't answer because I was at work. Q would then text me frequently, which I rarely replied to because I couldn't accept her betrayal. I loved her so much, and I had to make up my mind to forget her and start over... After breaking up with me, Q moved in with the guy who had been pursuing her. They studied for the postgraduate entrance exam together, but neither of them passed, and they broke up again. This is why Q often called and texted me; she wanted to get back together. When I didn't respond much, she came to Shenzhen to find me. I never gave her my address, and she never found me... But Q wouldn't give up. One night she sent me a message saying if I didn't see her, she'd come and collect her body. As usual, I didn't reply. A little while later, a multimedia message arrived—a picture of a slit wrist. Damn it! I immediately dialed Q's number, but her phone was switched off. I was completely panicked. I quickly contacted my friend in Zhengzhou, asking him to locate the river near the university based on the background of the picture. My friend didn't dare waste a moment and searched along the riverbank several times, working until two or three in the morning, but still couldn't find her. We were so anxious we were almost ready to call the police. Just then, Q called. She laughed and said, "Looks like you still care about me. I saw the person you were looking for. Your anxious look is hilarious." "Screw you!" I thought. "I was so worried, and you just played me!" Q continued, "I'm coming to Shenzhen tomorrow. You have to see me one last time, or I'll go to the factory gate and cut my wrists." She then gave me the exact address of my factory. I was stunned. This girl was something else. It seemed I had to see her one last time, so I agreed and quickly went to sleep because dawn was approaching...
The next day, I endured a long day at work with dark circles under my eyes, listless and yawning constantly... My colleagues even joked that I'd secretly gone to see a snake, haha... The third day was Friday, and I asked my supervisor for leave early before heading to Luohu Railway Station to pick up Q. With the weekend, I could take her sightseeing. I picked her up quickly; she seemed very excited, waving her arms and running towards me from afar. The bandage on her wrist was particularly noticeable. She gave me a big hug. In the past, I would have definitely spun her around three times, but I didn't, because the past was still on my mind... Q seemed completely unaffected. After handing me her suitcase, she generously took my arm, saying she was very hungry and wanted to take me to eat. So I took Q out to dinner. Since I planned to take Q to Window of the World the next day, I booked a room nearby. As soon as we entered, Q hugged me and kissed me passionately. When I didn't respond, he pushed me down onto the bed, unbuckled his belt, took out my penis, and started sucking it. I said I hadn't showered yet, but Q didn't stop. He kept stroking my penis, nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one, and soon my penis was perfectly erect. Q was already naked, standing in front of me. It had been more than half a year since I last saw her, and Q's breasts were still as small as ever, and her nipples weren't as pink as before. There was even a tattoo above her genitals, and her pubic hair had been trimmed. It seemed she had been having a lot of sex with her new boyfriend in the past six months. Her oral skills were even better than before, and with the tattoo on her private parts, she was even more slutty than before. Before I could think any further, Q had already put on a condom for me and sat on it. Oh, oh, oh, this is... More than half a year after breaking up with Q, this was the first time I had sex with a woman. I'd been holding back for so long, and after a few strokes with Q's big ass, get out of class ended. When Q saw I'd ejaculated, she stopped stroking me, got up, and said, "Sweetie, let's take a shower together." So I got out of bed and went to shower with Q. We were naked in the shower, and Q kept stroking my penis, then squatted down and started giving me oral sex. Watching Q's energetic stroking, my penis started to get hard again. I pulled Q up, took one of her small breasts into my mouth, and started inserting one hand into her vagina. Under my double thrusts, Q was already panting, her face flushed, constantly shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I picked Q up and threw her onto the bed, making her kneel. I thrust my penis in from the front. Q let out a cry and then started violently shaking her big, white ass. It was the familiar taste, the familiar vagina, but it felt like a completely different person. I was momentarily dazed... But Q's moans pulled me back to reality. Q kept yelling, "Fuck me, don't stop!" Then she pushed me down on the bed, climbed on top of me, and licked my nipples while fucking me, which is one of my favorite ways. Then I picked Q up and fucked her in various positions—on a stool, by the window, on the floor. At that moment, I felt like I was releasing all the pent-up energy I'd accumulated over the past six months. I fucked Q until she orgasmed three times. When I finally ejaculated, Q was trembling all over, hugging me and saying, "So good, so good..." For the next two days, I didn't go to Window of the World, which I had planned to visit. I just ate and made love in the room, as if I wanted to use up all the love I had in my life. Thinking about it now makes my back hurt. I was so young and didn't know the value of my sperm! We rarely spoke during that time, and Q didn't mention getting back together anymore. Besides making love, he would just hug me naked, sucking my penis, even the soft part. I did the same, touching her breasts and fucking her. I didn't say much, except when we focused on the tattoo on Q's genitals. I said a few more words, and Q said it was fake, just a sticker. After saying that, she picked at it with her finger, and sure enough, it was fake. She asked why it was fake? Q recounted her breakup and her subsequent boyfriend's story. He said he liked her and wanted her to get a tattoo, but Q thought it would hurt and refused. Instead, she got fake tattoos with pictures and words like "fuck me hard," "slut," and "whore." Every time they had sex, her boyfriend (also her ex) would have her stick them on her breasts, above her breasts, and on her buttocks before he would fuck her hard. Hearing this, I got aroused and started fucking Q again, imagining her and him fucking each other lewdly. This made me even more excited; maybe that's why I later became obsessed with Q... On the third day, Q went back home. There were no tears, no farewells; it felt like a brief separation between lovers. I saw Q off on the train back to Zhengzhou and then went back to work. The next day, I received a text message from Q saying she arrived safely. The last string of numbers was something I didn't understand, and I didn't ask Q. Half a year passed like this. I heard from a classmate that Q got married. I knew her husband; he was her high school classmate. After that, I never heard from Q again. We're all doing well now! Then I got a new girlfriend, who is now my wife. To be continued...

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