My wealthy and beautiful colleague's wife (reprinted)

This colleague is the one I most want to record, and that's the reason I started this thread. We experienced many absurd and blissful things together. It started as a chance encounter and we hit it off immediately, deepened into mutual affection and a feeling of having met too late, went crazy with affairs at the company and hookups at her house, enjoyed car sex, oral sex, and anal sex, and resented her strong personality and unwillingness to back down, lamenting that we were born at the wrong time.

This beautiful and wealthy colleague is five years older than me, and we work in the same company but different departments.

I don't know when I started liking older women, including in my relationships where I don't require my partner to be younger than me.

I first met her when I was transferred to the Hainan branch. I had communicated with her a few times by phone at other branches before, but I didn't have a special impression of her.

At the time, I was more interested in another girl in her department.

More on that later.

After I transferred here, I found that she had a great figure and was very caring towards me when I first arrived.

I thought she was unmarried, but it turns out she already had a five or six-year-old child.

She looked very young, about my age, nearly 170cm tall, and I later learned she weighed just over 100 pounds—very slender, especially in our work uniform, which looked incredibly sexy.

Our female employees' uniforms consisted of white shirts, trousers, and skirts.

Her skin was very fair, smooth, and well-maintained.

Later, I learned she was also a "rich woman," or perhaps a "wealthy woman," since she was married and had children. Her husband often picked her up from work in a Mercedes.

I initially thought their relationship was good, but after getting to know them better, I realized it wasn't.

1. The Beginning:

Our connection began with a business trip.

Our company had two slots for a training trip to Shenyang.

She was definitely going, as she had responsibilities there. She argued with her supervisor to let me go, reasoning that I was younger, had strong learning abilities, and would be beneficial to our work upon my return.

Because she had business to attend to in another city first, we flew to Shenyang on different flights.

I arrived first, and she arrived in the evening.

I remember it was autumn, and autumn in Northeast China is already quite chilly. It was drizzling that day, and I sent her a WeChat message reminding her about the weather, flights, pick-up arrangements, and hotel information.

It wasn't that I was deliberately trying to impress; I'm just a caring and gentlemanly man.

By the time she arrived, I had already had dinner with other trainees from various branches across the country.

But she hadn't eaten, so I invited her to have barbecue near the training base.

Our training base was similar to a university, with over a dozen buildings and comprehensive facilities.

When she came out after changing, she was wearing blue jeans, high heels, a thin sweater, and a jacket over it.

Her long legs looked even longer; she was almost as tall as me, at 180cm.

We ate barbecue together, and I even had a beer.

Nothing much happened that day; I only remember her always smiling at me when I spoke.

On the way back to the base, it was cold, so I took off my jacket and gave it to her. During the five-minute walk, I kept wanting to put my arm around her, but I never dared to.

The next day, I asked her to go to the classroom early to change my seat so we could sit together—a truly wise decision.

Because we made our relationship clear the following night, a week of training began with us exchanging flirtatious glances during class.

The training was boring during the day, so I asked her to go to the movies with me in the evening. I remember it was Deng Chao's "The Breakup Guru," a movie that left a deep impression on me; I watched it three times.

On the way to the movie theater, she said her stockings were torn, so she went to a roadside supermarket and bought a few pairs. When we got to the theater, she went to the restroom to change, and even asked me to carry the remaining stockings for her.

I wondered if she was hinting at something? After buying the tickets and entering the theater, we bought a bucket of popcorn at Wanda Plaza.

I want to especially thank Wanda Plaza for the design of their popcorn buckets; the round bucket wasn't too thick, so if two people reached out at the same time, they would definitely bump into each other.

I was very nervous, wanting to grab her hand while she was getting the popcorn, but I didn't dare. My heart was pounding. I don't even remember what happened in the movie; I just ended up with half a bucket of popcorn.

Then I put my hand in the popcorn bucket and waited for her. Finally, she put two fingers in too. I made a circle with my hand, and one of her fingers slipped inside. I tightened my grip slightly, but didn't hold her tightly. We were both stunned for a couple of seconds. She gently rubbed my circled hand with that finger, and I immediately understood what she was thinking. I

quickly tightened my grip, we smiled at each other, and my heart pounded even harder.

That's how relationships are; before anything's clear, there's all the anxiety, but once it's clear, things are usually fine.

I held her hand, letting her feel my pounding heart, telling her how excited I was.

She smiled shyly, like the warm autumn sun.

I pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

We watched the movie hand in hand like that. When I came out to use the restroom, I realized my jeans were all wet! Damn, my little brother was ready for some lubrication! After watching the movie and going downstairs, it was already past ten o'clock. There were very few people in Northeast China at night, completely different from Hainan. Right at the entrance steps, I faced her, stood on the next step, and kissed her deeply.

The kiss lasted two or three minutes. I remember her mouth was saltier than mine; I thought so at first, but I got used to it.

We took a taxi back to the base, kissing the whole way in the back seat, like a couple deeply in love.

In Northeast China, taxi sharing is very common, so we got off early and walked 500 meters to the base.

It was close to the Ghost Festival, and there were burning paper offerings everywhere along the roadside. We dodged the piles of ashes and paper offerings, holding hands until we reached the base entrance before letting go. She was very bold; without saying much, she followed me back to my room in my building.

We hugged and kissed tightly as soon as we entered, it felt like an eternity. Then we fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing. I stroked her firm breasts through her sweater, and she held me tightly, our tongues intertwined. Neither of us said much.

Perhaps to make things easier for me, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and I slipped my hand under her sweater to fondle her breasts.

Her breasts weren't very large, around a B cup, and while they weren't particularly firm—after all, she had breastfed—her nipples weren't large either, just right.

We continued kissing, and she stroked my back. I pushed her sweater up and kissed her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became noticeably more rapid, but she didn't become more proactive; she just rubbed her stockinged feet against my calves.

I didn't intend to have sex with her right then and there. First, it was almost 11 pm, and there wasn't enough time. Second, I thought such a beauty should be savored slowly. Third, I didn't want her to think I was just after her body; perhaps teasing her a little was better.

Then I stopped abruptly and took her back to her building.

The third day, we were incredibly sweet during class, feeling like we'd eaten candy.

That evening, we went out for Korean food. I deliberately drank a beer to bolster my courage and also to last longer during sex.

Isn't that shameless, haha?

We continued our sweetness during dinner, just like a couple.

We talked about how we felt like we'd known each other for ages, and a wave of sadness washed over us, so we both shed tears.

I really liked her then; I'd liked her even before I left for the business trip, but I'd hesitated because she was married.

Back at the base, we went to my room.

This time it was truly unspoken understanding. The moment I entered, I launched my attack, a flurry of passionate kisses and caresses, undressing her.

I've only been this wild twice before, the other time being with an ex-girlfriend.

The rest of the time, I've been gentle with undressing.

Then we lay on the bed, and I tenderly used my tongue, kissing and licking her entire body, sucking her nipples, making her gasp and push me away, wanting me to enter, but not explicitly saying so.

Then I focused on licking her clitoris until she was incredibly wet. We went at it

for ages.

I won't go into the specifics; you can find plenty of those in the novel sections of various websites.

My descriptions aren't as good as theirs.

I'll only write about the real, memorable moments. One

particularly vivid memory is that shortly after I started having sex with her, she began to cry, even though she was moaning with pleasure.

I panicked for a moment and asked her what was wrong, thinking she felt guilty for cheating, or that I had wronged her.

Unexpectedly, one of her sentences excited me even more, making me even more intense: "It's okay, don't stop, I'm just feeling so good! I'm crying from the pleasure!" It turned out she was a woman who could cry and shed tears during orgasms.

Later, this became a common occurrence during our sex life. Under my tutelage, she could say all sorts of lewd words: calling me husband, brother, daddy, calling me a little bitch, a slut, a whore who needs to be fucked, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me to death, I love your big cock, I want to devour it, I want it inside me forever, I want to have it with me all the time, and so on.

It turns out that even the purest and most elegant goddess can be a slut in private.

Afterwards, while chatting with her, she said that I hadn't slept with her yesterday, and she thought I was disgusted by her and uninterested in her.

I said, "How could that be? You're so beautiful."

Then she playfully said, "Now I know why, because there wasn't enough time yesterday.

" Hahaha.

I laughed too, and it was definitely one of the factors. I'm not bragging, but that night I had sex with her once, for about 40-50 minutes. I usually last at least 30 minutes, not including foreplay.

Of course, I can make a woman very aroused during foreplay, reaching a clitoral orgasm.

We didn't use a condom the first time because we both felt it was a memorable experience, and she took a pill afterward.

That's how our enjoyable week in Northeast China began.

Every night she came to my room for sex.

During sex, I trained her to say dirty things, asking her if she was enjoying it, what we were doing, and she always shouted how great it was, how her husband was fucking her, how her husband's big cock was fucking her slutty cunt.

I wonder if the other colleagues from the branch office living next door heard us.

During this time, we unlocked oral sex. She was terrible at it then, and apparently rarely gave it to her husband.

The first time I saw semen shot into the mouth of the goddess in the eyes of so many male colleagues, I felt incredibly excited and stimulating, very accomplished.

However, she couldn't stand the taste of semen and never ate it.

Later, I made her eat it, and she almost vomited, but still refused.

I'll tell you about that later, the story of sex in the office building bathroom.

But she always went back home after sex every night because she was staying in a double room, and there was a colleague from another provincial branch office there as well.

Luckily, I had a single room! Thank goodness! One time, after dinner, we were intimate in my room for a while before going to evening class. It was already dark, and it was raining. We shared an umbrella, and she was holding my arm. A colleague from the other provincial branch saw us and looked at us with surprise, as if it were unbelievable.

This gave us quite a shock.

That Saturday, class had already ended.

Her roommate had made plans to go to a nearby scenic spot with friends, and I invited her to go to another forest park.

Before leaving, I went to wait for her downstairs. She said her roommate wasn't there, so I went into her room.

She was getting ready and putting on makeup when I suddenly became interested again. I pulled her close, worried that her roommate might come back. We didn't even take off our clothes; we just rolled up our shirts and pulled our jeans down halfway. She lay on the edge of the bed, and I penetrated her from behind.

She didn't dare to make a sound. The people living next door were all from our class, making for a very exciting time.

We wanted to have sex in the forest park, but she refused.

The night before my return trip was the 15th of the seventh lunar month.

It was the first time she stayed overnight in my room, and we made love until 2 or 3 a.m.

before falling asleep. At 4:20 a.m., I suddenly woke up and couldn't fall back asleep.

I was scrolling through Weibo and came across a post by Wang Zijian around 4:20 a.m., which I found strange, so I wrote it down.

I just looked through it but couldn't find it, but the gist of it was that on the 15th of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival, you will wake up around 4:20 a.m., open your eyes, don't turn on the light, look around, and you will see your most missed deceased relatives.

I also woke up at 4:20 a.m., which felt quite eerie.

2. Crazy (oral sex on the plane, sex in the office, having an affair in the bathroom while her husband was waiting downstairs) I was returning from Northeast China, transiting through Beijing.

I deliberately chose the last row, and we stayed close together the whole way, very affectionate. She leaned on my shoulder and pretended to sleep, and I would kiss her forehead from time to time.

Flight attendants and people going to the restroom would occasionally stop and stare at us, seemingly guilty, always feeling like we were being watched, and worried about running into acquaintances on the flight back to Haikou, after all, Haikou is just a small city.

Luckily, we were the only two in the last row, and we sat near the left window.

After flying for more than an hour, it was completely dark.

After eating our in-flight meal, the crew turned off the cabin lights, except for a few reading lights that illuminated the dimness of the cabin.

I consider myself not a conservative or restrained person when it comes to sex; I always have wild ideas and seek greater excitement.

The special environment at tens of thousands of meters altitude, with my beloved in my arms, made me even more restless.

Under the blanket, my hand had already climbed up to her breasts, and we kissed until we were breathless, but dared not make a sound.

I had a bold idea: to drag her to the in-flight restroom next door.

But she didn't dare, saying I was crazy, that people born in the 90s were too wild, because people would occasionally go to the restroom, and we could hear the flight attendants chatting behind us.

There was no other way but to compromise. I lifted the armrest so she could pretend to be asleep on my lap, and covered her head with a blanket.

Her hands had already unzipped my pants, and my penis was hard in her hands.

Now all I had to do was lie down, take it out, put it in, and wrap it around.

I moved forward a little, letting her rest her head on my lower abdomen. Soon, I could feel my penis in her warm, soft mouth.

For a moment, I shivered. Warm, moist, soft—I almost ejaculated.

Since we were on a plane, she didn't dare to move too much, only sucking and licking my glans with her tongue, and she couldn't stimulate the most sensitive part of my penis, the frenulum. During

this time, an older woman came to use the restroom and gave us a strange look as she passed by.

I think she must have understood what was going on; after all, she was probably an experienced woman, haha.

After nearly twenty minutes of oral sex, she told me her mouth was sore and her tongue was numb, and she wanted to get up. But I couldn't give up, so I coaxed her to continue.

This time, to speed things up, she bent over directly above my penis, and I nervously observed the surrounding movements.

This feeling was annoying, preventing me from concentrating on enjoying it, yet it was also very exciting—the fear of being discovered, the anxiety of being discovered, the desire to be spied on—all these things were at play.

However, this position was quite stimulating, and in less than three minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore. I held her head down and ejaculated into her mouth.

I felt her struggle, and there seemed to be a little whimpering, but I didn't dare let her let go. After all, on an airplane, an adult can immediately recognize the smell of semen.

Then she got up, I cleaned up, and she went to the bathroom to vomit.

The most exciting high-altitude sex I'd ever had, although incomplete, not quite a complete sexual experience, was still quite thrilling to think about.

I suddenly remembered a similar experience I'd had before.

During my sophomore year of college, I think I was traveling back to school from the north with my first girlfriend by train. It was around 11 PM in the middle berth of a sleeper train. She was facing inwards, and I was lying on the outside. We were holding hands, and I was rubbing her clitoris. She reached into my pants and touched my genitals, then ejaculated all over her hand, smearing it all over my underwear.

I ran to the bathroom and threw my underwear away.

I think the woman in the opposite berth was awake too. The

next day, I pretended nothing had happened and continued chatting with them.

Haha, back in Haikou, it was back to the boring workdays, but this time, there was a beautiful colleague. We chatted on WeChat, sharing our feelings and loneliness, occasionally flirting.

At first, it was normal chatting, but it got increasingly outrageous, escalating to all sorts of lewd things during work hours—almost like WeChat sex.

I'll post some pictures for you to see when I have time.

Then things progressed to the point where I would occasionally visit her department to discuss business, and when there weren't many people around or when no one was watching, I would hold her hand and touch her breasts. She would also occasionally touch my penis through her pants.

Later, this basically became a daily routine.

Thinking about it now, it's quite scary; what if someone saw us?

I couldn't bear the longing, or rather, the loneliness.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and we arranged to meet on Saturday at my rented place.

I opened the door for her, letting her go into the bedroom first, and I locked the living room door.

When I returned to the room, she was already down to her underwear. She said it was hot outside and she wanted to take a shower.

People from Hainan should know that September in Hainan is still very hot. Oh yes, it's September now, and the sun is still very strong at nine or ten in the morning.

I didn't let her go. I had been holding back for a week, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I believed she couldn't either.

Dry wood and raging fire, desire burning within us.

She wasn't someone who got wet easily, but that day, when I put my hand inside her underwear, she was already very wet.

There was no foreplay, only the thrusting.

She knelt on the mat, her bra still on, her panties still on, and I just pulled them aside and plunged in.

I heard her cries of pain and excitement, feeling an inexhaustible surge of energy.

Thrust after thrust, ramming, penetrating, without any technique of varying depths, only the relentless urge to penetrate to the very bottom.

I exerted all my strength, wanting to go deeper and deeper, wanting to be completely inside her, my pubic bone pressed tightly against her buttocks.

I grabbed her hair, slapping her hard, and growling at my longing for her.

She turned around, and I saw her face covered in tears, her cheeks flushed with excitement, even slightly distorted.

She suppressed a loud moan.

She said, "You're going to fuck me to death."

I asked fiercely, "Who do you like to fuck you, me? Or your husband?" Without hesitation, she cried out with a moan, "You, I like you fucking me, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me forever, fuck me for the rest of my life."

I asked her, "Who fucks you best?" She yelled, "You!" I said, "Who am I?" She said, "You're my husband too, my big-cocked husband."

Perhaps it was thanks to a week of training in Northeast China, perhaps it was thanks to a week of chatting in Haikou, perhaps it was thanks to her feelings for me, perhaps it was thanks to the unleashing of her inner wildness.

Perhaps it was a combination of all of these reasons.

I ejaculated quickly, pulling out and shooting onto her ass.

Less than twenty minutes.

One of the fastest I've ever done.

We were both drenched in sweat, sticky all over, but neither of us wanted to move.

We went to the bathroom together, showered each other, caressed each other, and teased each other.

At that moment, I felt like this was our daily married life.

She offered me oral sex, saying I was as hard as a wooden stick.

I said it would be better to say I was like a club, in Sichuan dialect, that's called a hammer.

I recently read *White Deer Plain* and discovered there's such a strange activity called the "Hammer Club."

In Chen Zhongshi's original novel, the second young mistress of the Bai family couldn't get pregnant, so someone suggested she join the Hammer Club.

The "Bangchui Society" is a gathering held on the fifteenth of a certain month, on a dark and windy night. Women unable to conceive and men of all ages, hidden deep in the forest, under trees by the river, or at the foot of boulders, engage in a wild sexual encounter where no one knows who is who, hoping to conceive.

However, the Bai family ultimately chose Heiwa's younger brother. After feeding him a feast of five fried eggs, they brought him into their room one dark night.

Heiwa, still naive, said, "I'm so big, I don't need breast milk anymore," and added, "Sister-in-law, don't pinch my nipples!" Hahahaha.

Those interested can read the original novel. It

's very interesting—absurd politics, absurd sex.

I pressed her against the bathroom wall and gave her oral sex. She tilted her

head back, dazed, the water from the showerhead cascading over her body, mixing with the faint, musky smell of her vagina.

Then I lifted one leg and inserted it, then with her upper body against the wall, I penetrated her from behind, then I penetrated her from behind while facing the mirror, and then I penetrated her while she sat on the sink.

Their pubic hair intertwined and separated in the flowing water.

Then he ejaculated twice more.

He had been here for over two hours.

To avoid suspicion from my family and husband, I quickly washed up, dressed, and rushed home.

After that, we maintained a shameless colleague relationship.

We seized every opportunity to flirt on WeChat, to tease each other with text messages, to touch each other inappropriately, and to have sex secretly.

Then we parted with lingering excitement, and the next time we met, we were still as passionate as ever.

She had to be cautious when she went home; she never dared to keep our chat history, and I never dared to call her.

So we could only subtly post what we wanted to say on our Moments, setting it to be visible only to each other.

Occasionally, I would muster the courage to reply, but then I worried that if the other person's post was visible to everyone, it would be public knowledge.

So, I could only channel this longing and affection into every act of lovemaking, expressing it with tightly clasped arms, greedy tongues, writhing bodies, unrestrained moans, powerful thrusts, and hysterical climaxes.

Then there were the restrooms at work, the office after work, empty stairwells or fire escapes, the rooftop, in the car in the parking garage, at the beach in broad daylight, and even going to hotels during work hours.

We went wild again and again. Let me describe

a few scenes that left a deep impression.

We often met secretly in the office after work.

Usually, one of us would go to the restroom first to hide for a while, and then sneak into the other's office after everyone had left. We'd

lock the door, turn off the lights, or leave them on.

We'd both be in uniform, kissing and caressing each other. She especially loved it when I sucked her nipples; she couldn't take it anymore every time I did.

Then we'd give each other oral sex, lift her skirts and have sex from behind, or she'd sit on the desk, and I'd thrust into her while she supported herself on the desk. Sometimes she'd lie on the desk, lean over it, or sit in a chair—all sorts of wild moments.

I had to kiss her to silence her moans.

But the sounds of slapping still lingered.

Sometimes she would deliberately call me "boss" and then have me pretend to work while she gave me oral sex under my desk; sometimes she would wiggle her big white ass in front of me; sometimes she would sit on the desk and tease my penis with her legs; sometimes she would give me oral sex or have sex in the stairwell or on the rooftop; but almost every time, I would ejaculate in her mouth.

Sometimes, I would deliberately ejaculate on her and then wipe it off with her underwear,

leaving her to go home without underwear.

Haha, but she said she would always shower first to get rid of the smell and avoid being discovered.

I remember one time we chatted on WeChat after anal sex, I asked her where she liked me to ejaculate, and she said she could ejaculate anywhere I liked.

I said next time I wanted to ejaculate on her face, and she said, "As long as you like."

During this time, we had sex in the office many times. Once, I had just arrived at her office and locked the door, and we had just started kissing and touching when the office door lock suddenly clicked.

It startled us. I quickly hid behind their office cabinet and stayed there for half an hour before they left. I was suffering in that spot.

She even texted me teasingly, saying, "If you're so capable, come out and fuck me!"

After that, if we sensed someone might come back, we stopped having secret rendezvous in the office.

One day, I was in the mood and asked her to stay after work.

She said no, her husband was coming to pick her up.

I suggested we finish quickly, and she replied, "Ugh, you made me want it again." Unfortunately,

people in both our offices were working overtime that day, so we had to go to the restroom on the floor with the fewest people.

We'd been there before during work hours, but we'd always just lock the door and do some light kissing and touching. We'd only had sex once, and someone knocked on the door during that time, which she excused by saying she had a stomachache.

This time, after work, we went separately.

She said hurry up, her husband was almost there.

Then we basically skipped foreplay. After wetting her, I pulled down one of her pant legs. She was wearing jeans that day, and clumsily, I pulled down the leg that was against the wall, and then awkwardly penetrated her.

While I was penetrating her, her husband called. She answered, saying she still had some work to finish and would be downstairs soon, asking him to wait.

I didn't stop while she was on the phone, continuing to thrust forcefully. She suppressed her moans and hurriedly hung up the phone in as normal a tone as possible. As soon as she hung up, she told me she had orgasmed.

But I hadn't ejaculated yet. She said there wasn't enough time, so she gave me oral sex.

This time, I gave her a particularly forceful and attentive oral sex, sucking hard and very tightly.

I ejaculated in her mouth, and she spat it into the toilet.

She quickly put her pants back on and went downstairs.

I texted her, telling her never to kiss her husband, to keep a distance when talking, or he might smell the semen.

She said she had already eaten a mint.

3. Escalating (Car Sex)

I bought a car in the second half of 2015.

When I bought the car, I told her that with it, we'd have a mobile dating room.

That was one of the reasons I rushed to buy it.

Although she occasionally drove her Mercedes to meet me, it was always a bit inconvenient since it was her husband's car.

I remember one time she drove out for a date.

I waited for her on a back street some distance from my workplace. A few minutes later, the Mercedes glided up almost silently.

Through the windshield, she smiled brightly at me.

There was no movement or sound.

She opened the door, got in, and restarted the car.

Around that time, I saw a video online saying that before going to a hotel, you should turn off the lights and use your phone's camera to scan the room. That way, if there's a hidden camera, the infrared emitter will be visible.

I tried it myself, just for peace of mind.

I asked, "Your husband wouldn't have installed any cameras or anything like that in the car, would he?"

She scoffed, "He's the one who drives this car most of the time, and he often comes home late at night after socializing. Would he have installed something so I could check up on him?" I was speechless.

Perhaps because of the awkward topic just now, both of us were a little down.

No one spoke again, no one asked where we were going.

She drove quietly, and I stared silently ahead, like any ordinary colleague.

After a while, the car reached the Century Bridge. Watching the beams of lights ascend along the suspension cables, the pleasant scent of perfume wafting to my nose, I felt a surge of desire.

Countless times, the image of her writhing beneath me in pleasure flashed before my eyes. I thought that if I were driving across the Century Bridge right now, with the sea breeze blowing and the night view in my eyes, and she were on my lap giving me oral sex, it would be even more pleasurable.

She was still in her uniform, black stockings. I placed my hands on her legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs through the stockings.

Along the hem of her skirt, upwards, and upwards again.

She took a deep breath and gently parted her legs slightly.

It was easier now.

Through the stockings, through her panties, as I rubbed her genitals, I felt a slight dampness.

Suddenly, a wicked thought struck me. With my other hand, I ripped her stockings at the top of her thigh, then slipped my left hand inside, pulling aside her panties to find them soaked with mud.

She let out a soft moan, coquettishly pleading, "Are you going to let me drive or not?"

I said, "You drive yours, I'll do mine."

She asked, "What if we have an accident?"

I said, "So what if we have an accident? Dying together with you would be worth it.

To die under a peony is to die a romantic death."

She laughed, saying, "I wouldn't die with a lecherous devil like you."

After crossing the Century Bridge, we drove north to Bihai Avenue, searching for a long time before finally finding a parking area near the intersection where the current Hengda Meilisha intersection is located.

The road to Meilisha was under construction at the time. I intended to park at the construction site fence, but there was a super bright headlight above.

I parked the car and locked it from the inside.

She came close, her breath and moans washing over me.

She said, "I want it."

I held her and kissed her passionately.

My hands were already on her breasts.

She said, "You haven't made love to them in so long."

I thought about it, it's only been half a month since we last made love, how could it be so long?

She said, "Without your love, every day feels like a year."

I didn't know if she meant feelings, or body, or both.

Without any more words, she straddled me, rolled up her skirt to her waist, sat on me, and while we were kissing, she was unbuckling my belt and continuing to kiss me.

I cooperated, pulling my pants down a little. She said we didn't need a condom, reached down and pulled down her underwear, and sat directly on top of each other.

This was the least amount of foreplay we'd ever had.

We were both fully clothed, yet we were already heaving.

I reclined the backrest, and she lay on top of me, moving her hips.

She rose and fell, each time feeling like she reached the deepest point, accompanied by her wanton moans.

Worried about passersby hearing, and also worried about a recording device in the car, I reached out and turned on the music.

Just then, Li Daimo's passionate "Am I the person you love most?" came on.

She gasped for breath, asking fiercely in my ear, "Am I the person you love most? Am I? Am I the person you love most?" I turned her over, lay her in the passenger seat, and entered her deeply again.

At the same time, with each deep thrust, I said, "Yes, you are the person I love most, the person I cherish most, the person I love most deeply."

Repeating it over and over, each time thrusting deeply to the very end.

I felt her lower body trembling and spasming; she clung tightly to my shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, biting my shoulder.

She was fucking strong! I desperately tried to thrust again, but couldn't escape her teeth.

Let her bite.

Half a minute later, she released me.

A dull ache throbbed in my shoulder.

She said, "I came so quickly."

A surge of secret joy welled up inside me.

After resting for a while, we moved to the back seat; the luxury car was indeed much more spacious .

She sat on the other side, giving me oral sex, while I touched her cunt.

After a while, she said, "I want it again."

I said, "Luckily you didn't say no, otherwise I wouldn't be finished yet."

We started again, now two bare, white bodies.

No restraints.

I had her lie down on the back seat, her legs wrapped around her chest, and entered her again.

Then I switched to doggy style, slapping her buttocks as I thrust. I asked her if it felt different to have an affair in her own car. She said, "It's hard to describe, both guilty and exciting."

For me, it was mostly exciting.

Having sex with someone else's woman in someone else's car.

I asked, "Does it feel better when I fuck you, or when your husband fucks you? Say it out loud in his car!" She hoarsely and intermittently shouted, "You, you fuck me so well, I love you to death."

I asked, "Whose is bigger? Who lasts longer? Who's better at fucking?" She shouted, "Your, yours is bigger! Your dick is so big, so long, much longer than his! It feels so much better to have sex with you!"

I hate it when people use fancy words during sex.

I said, "Don't say 'sex,' say 'fuck'!" She shouted, "You're going to fuck me to death! You fuck me better than him!" When I chatted with her, she usually used "he" to refer to her husband, rarely calling him by his name.

Later, I learned that her husband didn't really have sex with her much, maybe once or twice a month, and it was basically the same thing, very boring.

When we left, two or three more cars were parked in the next parking space, and from a distance, they were all starting up.

On the way back, we were worried that we might get caught on camera for traffic violations, which would let her husband know she was out.

We even thought that if we were discovered, we could just say we went out for a meal, haha.

That's how having an affair is: the thrill of sneaking around, the pleasure of being open about it, and the constant need to carefully consider all the possibilities and countermeasures.

4. Daytime Car Sex on the Beach

In the previous post, I mentioned buying a car and originally intended to write about having sex in my car on the beach during the day. However, I suddenly remembered what happened in her car, so I wrote an extra chapter.

The first weekend after buying the car, I drove directly to her apartment complex to pick her up.

We initially planned to go to Haidian Island, but considering the crowds at the beach

during the day, we changed our route from Wudong Road to Xinbu Island, heading straight for the east coast. That road was under construction and in very poor condition.

We drove to Luneng Xidun, made some random turns, and ended up at a small square on Hailan Yefeng Road leading to the beach.

The square wasn't crowded, so we strolled along the beach.

We considered taking her to a cactus-like thicket on the beach for some outdoor sex, but it was too cold that day. Everyone in Haikou knows that winter temperatures in Haikou are only around ten degrees Celsius, so it was quite chilly. Plus,

the wind was very strong on the beach.

So, we decisively got back in the car, both of us in the back seat.

The new car still had a slight smell, so we opened the sunroof a little and naturally started chatting while cuddling.

In the heat of passion, it was hard to tell who started it, but we began to caress and kiss.

This was our first time being intimate in my car, and also the first time my car had ever experienced in-car sex, which held special significance for me.

I think if this car had a soul, it would also remember this first time vividly.

As the kiss deepened, we wanted to grasp something.

I remember seeing a Weibo post about why men like to touch breasts while kissing.

One comment said, "If you don't touch breasts while kissing, what are you going to do with your hand?" Haha.

Another said, "The shape of your clasped hands is perfect for touching round, soft breasts; it's a gift from the Creator."

I kneaded her full, soft breasts through her blazer.

She seemed unsatisfied, releasing her hand from my back and reaching inside to unbutton her blouse.

A sea of white met my eyes.

I breathed heavily and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.

She loved having her nipples sucked; every time she was sucked, she would moan and become wet.

Her eyes were already glazed over.

Her hands unconsciously caressed my back, slipped inside my shirt, and stroked my chest, my back, and my waist. She

deftly unbuckled my belt;

she seemed quite adept at it.

She reached inside and grasped my already hard penis, stroking it up and down.

She breathed into my ear and said, "So hard."

I smiled and licked her ear: "Who told you to be so horny?"

She laughed triumphantly, a hint of lewdness in her voice.

Suddenly, she lowered her head, pulled down her underwear, and took my penis into her mouth.

I took a deep breath, as if entering paradise.

She gently swallowed and released, not violently.

Occasionally, she would turn her head and give me a seductive glance.

I pulled both of our pants down halfway, turned to the side, and reached out to play with her little pussy, rubbing her clitoris.

She was already wet, very lubricated.

With my rubbing, her movements became more and more intense, making moaning sounds, frantically swallowing and releasing my penis.

She said: "Honey, I want it! Fuck me!" I was a little worried, after all, it was broad daylight in the square, and people and cars were constantly coming and going. If we were seen and filmed, we would become internet celebrities.

Although we couldn't film the people inside, we could still film the license plates of the cars as they moved.

Recently, similar videos have been going viral online.

I said to her, "Tonight.

I'll satisfy you tonight."

She didn't care and said: "It should be fine, your car window tint is pretty good, you can't see from the outside, just keep an eye on the window."

Then she pulled me onto her.

I glanced around and saw a family of five or six getting off the bus.

However, because it was winter and cold, the inside of our car windows was already fogged up.

With a determined heart, I laid her flat on the back seat, pulled down her pants, and, naked from the waist down, raised her legs. I put on a condom and deeply penetrated her.

She let out a long, satisfied "Ah."

I quickly stopped and looked out the window.

After all, the sunroof was only slightly open.

Fortunately, the family was still chatting and laughing and didn't hear me.

I continued to gently penetrate, still feeling the car sway.

The suspension was too soft.

One leg was kneeling on the back floor beam, half-kneeling in the back seat, one hand kneading her breasts, the other teasing her clitoris. After penetrating her like this for a while, she became increasingly aroused.

Suddenly, I really enjoyed watching her suppress her pleasure, though I also liked her loud moans, like a slut.

Too tired, I lay on top of him, the missionary kissing and penetrating her from time to time, glancing around to see if anyone was there.

A car next to us changed, and a middle-aged couple got out. They didn't look like a couple; I wondered if they were also there for an affair like us.

To be honest, having sex in a car during the day was really nerve-wracking. I hadn't even completely taken my pants off; they were rolled up at my ankles, so my legs couldn't be spread.

Under my thrusts, she clung to my buttocks, saying things like, "Husband, harder, deeper, fuck me, I feel so good, I love your cock so much."

This seemed to be her usual language; she would always utter the lewd things I liked to hear when she was dazed from being fucked.

I thrust deeper, as deep as I could.

Actually, even if I went deeper, it would only penetrate the vagina, not the uterus. Those who say they can penetrate the uterus are lying.

A woman's cervix is very close to the vagina; if you put your hand inside, you can feel a round, hard ring, about the thickness of a thumb, a bit hard and tight. It's impossible to open the cervix and insert.

Several cars were constantly coming and going in the small square, stopping and starting.

Some cars stopped, and couples with children got out; others had large families, seemingly there to see the sea.

There were also couples.

I don't know if similar scenes were playing out in other cars at that moment.

But probably not many people would dare to be so passionate in broad daylight on a crowded seaside square.

We were forced into it, and also seeking excitement.

I don't remember when, but he once told me, "I feel like I've wasted the first thirty years of my life. I never knew sex could be so wonderful, so pleasurable.

Meeting you has allowed me to truly experience what it's like to be a woman.

I want you to fuck me for a lifetime."

I think she also mentioned this in a WeChat chat; I'll find it and upload the pictures.

Then we changed positions; she sat on me, swaying her waist and hips wildly, with gurgling sounds coming from below, until she climaxed.

I slapped her buttocks hard, making a "slap slap slap" sound; afterwards, I saw her buttocks were red from my slapping.

When I was about to ejaculate, she asked me where I wanted to ejaculate. I thought about it and realized it wouldn't be easy to wash my face in the wild, so I said I'd ejaculate in her mouth.

She obediently got down, pulled off the condom, wiped it with a tissue, and took it into her mouth, swallowing and spitting it out.

Until all my semen shot into her mouth.

With semen in her mouth, she opened her mouth, looking at me with a mixture of resentment and wantonness, her red lips, white teeth, and white semen a scene of utterly obscene depravity.

She couldn't stand the taste of semen and had never swallowed it, but I didn't force her; she spat it into a tissue and wrapped it up.

After that, my car became our mobile sex den.

The reason was convenience—we could squeeze in whenever we had a spare moment, and it was also convenient to retreat home whenever needed.

In the parking garage of Wanguo, in the underground garage of Shangbang, on the roadside behind Wanlv Park, in the alley near their house, in the dark construction site of Haidian Island, time and again, it witnessed our madness and bore witness to our turbulence.

Sometimes, she'd tell her husband she was walking down the street, but actually she was sucking my cock in a small alley near their house; sometimes she'd be on the phone with the kids, but actually I was fucking her in a garage; sometimes she'd say she was going out to wash her hair or face, but actually her face was covered in my semen; sometimes her husband's asked what she wanted for dinner, and she'd say she was full, but actually it was because I'd taken him out to eat, and her mouth was sore from sucking my cock that

she didn't want to chew. She'd laugh and call me a bad guy, saying I'd seduced her, made her obsessed, made her crazy, made her reckless, made her shameless, made her a slut, a whore, made her do things she never dared to imagine before.

I said, "I'm the one you're destined to remember in your life."

We drove through this small city again and again, passing many roads, stopping in many places, making love in many places.

I wonder if any cameras captured her head bowed as she gave me oral sex while driving, I wonder if anyone saw the car shaking.

Only passion never dies, only cherishing the present moment, because everything and everyone is fleeting.

5. Office vibrator and anal sex:

Based on the description and chat logs above, you should be able to see that my wealthy and beautiful married colleague has been thoroughly "trained" by me.

Her pent-up sensuality, suppressed for nearly thirty years, is gradually emerging. Many things she dared not say or do before are now provocatively expressed.

Only now does she realize how dull her six or seven years of marriage were, how limited her perspective on the other man was, and how wonderful the outside world is.

There's a saying that every woman is a slut at heart; it's just a matter of whether you're the one who can ignite her.

Meeting her might have been destiny, or fate.

I once told her, "I'm destined to be the man who unlocks your potential."

As you can probably tell, I'm a thrill-seeker, seeking all sorts of extraordinary excitement and pleasure to rouse my somewhat numb nerves in this fast-paced society.

So, I wanted to experience even more extraordinary thrills.

Those women and scenes where the woman appears goddess-like on the surface but is inwardly wanton fascinated me.

Therefore, I wanted to test her limits step by step, leading her to the peak of lust, or perhaps the abyss.

Around that time, videos of women reading novels while holding a vibrator were very popular.

I suddenly had an idea. I wondered what it would be like if she sat there demurely at work with a vibrator, or if she held meetings or presented projects while holding a vibrator. Could she suppress the throbbing and trembling in her lower body, maintaining clarity and composure amidst excitement, pretending nothing was amiss?

Then I bought a vibrator—I bought it on Taobao. The diameter was actually a bit large,

even thicker than my penis.

That's the downside of not being able to see the real thing.

Since I'd already bought it, I decided to use it.

One day at work, I told her, "Tomorrow, I'm going to make you wear a vibrator at work."

She instinctively refused, saying she wanted to use it when they were alone, so she could freely experience the pleasure of the vibrator, freely moan and cry out, let me see her lewd reactions and expressions, and have me suck my penis when she was aroused, so I could satisfy her emptiness.

She was also worried that the vibrator would make noise, and that her colleagues might find out if she couldn't help but make a sound.

Of course, I disagreed. The next day, when she felt aroused while we were flirting on WeChat, I decisively went downstairs to get the vibrator.

I even prepared wet wipes for her to disinfect.

However, at this moment, she already wanted me to kiss her, caress her, and deeply penetrate her.

She was already aroused, and her genitals were wet.

After my constant persuasion, she finally agreed.

I went downstairs to get the vibrator and wet wipes, met her in the emergency exit, and handed them to her.

I saw the strange light in her eyes—a strange excitement, a deep unease, a blushing shyness, love for me, and resentment.

I was excited.

She went to the bathroom and inserted the vibrator into her vagina.

She kept messaging me anxiously in the elevator, asking me to test the sound with the remote. When

I pressed the button, she tensed up.

Luckily, the vibrator wasn't very loud, and the sound was probably muffled by the layers of soft flesh covering her lower body.

I turned it off and told her to go back to the office. After a while, I went to find her, pretending to discuss work.

There were two or three people in the office. I chatted with them, then reached into my trouser pocket and pressed the remote.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her suddenly move, her body stiffening as she gripped the mouse.

I teased her, saying, "Hey, come chat with me."

At the same time, I turned the vibrator's frequency to the highest setting.

She gave me a resentful look and said casually, "I'm busy, you guys chat."

I heard a slight tremor in her voice.

A female colleague asked her, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She brushed it off, "Nothing, nothing."

I went over to discuss business with her, pretending to ask about projects, looking at her teasingly.

Then, when no one was looking, I tickled her palm with my finger.

Her face flushed slightly, and she looked at me with pleading eyes, mouthing "turn it off."

I ignored her and kept changing the frequency.

After teasing her for a while, I deliberately made her get up to get me some documents.

Her eyes practically wanted to kill me.

She messaged me on WeChat: "I want me, I want my cock inside you."

I said: "Imagine my cock fucking you."

She replied: "A cock isn't like that, the feeling of fullness and satisfaction is different."

I said: "Then next time I'll buy you a vibrating dildo, about the same size as mine, for you to use at work."

This scene was extremely exciting.

That morning, that day, I was in a state of extreme excitement.

She said I was even more excited than her.

I said: "Of course, think about it, your woman, in broad daylight, in a serious office setting, pretending to be working, but actually using a vibrator, how lewd is that?"

She said: "You're even more lewd."

Yes, she was right.

I am a lewd person.

Until she kept begging for mercy, saying not to ruin her, because then she wouldn't be usable anymore.

I just told her to go to the bathroom to take it off; she could just remove the battery.

She then realized she could save herself.

She could remove the battery.

I asked her how wet she was, and she said she was wet; as soon as she took it out in the bathroom, she peed.

She had specifically gone to the bathroom before playing with the vibrator.

She wasn't a very wet woman at first.

I remember when we first got together during my business trip, she was very wet, and it often took a lot of foreplay to get her wet.

Now, she can wet her panties and even pee just from my textual teasing.

Later, another time, when I was having intense sex with her, she peed again.

6.

Right now, I'm smoking and drinking alone, feeling incredibly lonely.

I don't know if it's because I'm alone in a foreign land, because the holiday is too long, because no one cares, or because I'm dissatisfied with my current state.

The busier my body is, the emptier my soul feels.

I just talked to a brother, and he told me not to be sentimental, life has to move forward.

Actually, everyone is lonely deep down.

I'll continue writing about my colleague; I want to finish it quickly.

Once I'm done, I'll have something to say to myself.

From then on, I forgot about it, no longer caring.

For every woman I've loved, I wanted to explore her anus.

Perhaps some wouldn't like it, but I think the anus is a beautiful flower.

Maybe it's greed, wanting to possess more, to possess every part of a woman's body that I can possess; maybe it's a psychological fetish, wanting to possess what others haven't possessed; maybe it's simply a perverted psychology.

We had already made plans, just waiting for the right opportunity, the right opportunity to break through.

One day at work, passion rekindled.

After a flirtatious chat on WeChat, she made up an excuse about having a business dinner that night, so we parted ways before she even left work and went straight to a hotel near her workplace.

Looking back, I was really bold. Luckily, the hotel had a courtyard, and the courtyard contained more than just the hotel; and luckily, the hotel had an underground parking garage, so we weren't so obviously seen.

I had already prepared lubricant.

Although this wasn't my first time experiencing anal penetration.

I had a girlfriend before who I slept with, and she seemed to enjoy it. I clearly remember her wanton voice in that recording I played many times: "Damn, how am I so horny? I never realized I was so horny. I can even orgasm from being anally penetrated." Women are strange creatures; everyone has different preferences and erogenous zones, both physically and mentally.

Some like gentle caresses, some like violent thrusting, some like being pampered, some like being abused into being a slutty bitch. Some

are sensitive in the breasts, some in the ears, some can never stand being kissed on the neck, some can never stand having their clitoris licked.

Some can only experience one type of orgasm, some can squirt.

And so on, it's hard to say.

I booked a hotel room first, sent her the room number, and left the door slightly ajar.

When she replied that she was in the elevator, I stood behind the door waiting for her.

The moment she pushed the door open, I reached out and pulled her in, kicked the door shut, and pressed her against it for a passionate kiss.

Without saying much, all I heard was a startled "Ah!" which I quickly silenced

with a kiss. A passionate kiss and caresses soon brought her to a state of breathless ecstasy, her mind reeling.

A woman's tongue becomes exceptionally soft yet powerful when aroused, as if trying to force it into my mouth, or perhaps swallow mine whole, an endless entanglement.

So, pressed against the hotel room door, I lifted her skirt again, pulling down her panties.

I remember clearly, they were black lace panties.

She shifted her legs, pulling the panties down to her ankles, her high-heeled legs tossing aside.

I lifted one leg and entered her directly, without any foreplay.

I loved this face-to-face invasion, seeing her dazed eyes, her wanton expression, kissing her deeply, becoming one with her.

Hearing her moans and cries in my ear.

She completely disregarded whether people outside the hallway could hear her. Although the hotel was a four-star and the soundproofing was usually decent, being so close to the door, her loud knocking should have been clearly audible.

After a satisfying sexual encounter, we showered together.

Sometimes, doing it without showering is quite enjoyable; the sweat on our bodies is so sexy.

As long as she doesn't give oral sex.

She sat on the toilet to empty her bowels, and I sat on the bed waiting.

When she didn't come out for a while, she had lost her initial anticipation and curiosity, replaced by panic, fear, and hesitation.

I reassured her that if it hurt, I wouldn't go in, it was okay.

She went back to bed and lay with her legs apart.

I first used my condom-covered finger with lubricant to help her adjust.

She tried to avoid me, but couldn't escape my ministrations.

Gently, I rotated it in. She said it felt strange, like defecating.

I told her to relax and continued slowly rotating and thrusting until she was comfortable, then I switched to my thumb.

After about fifteen minutes of getting used to it, I put on a condom, added some lubricant, and slowly opened her anus.

It was tight, really tight.

Like the first time I made love with my first love.

With each inch I went in, she pulled back; with each inch I went in, she cried out in pain.

After trying for a while, I was about to give up.

She suggested a different position.

She knelt on the bed, relaxing.

She said it felt more relaxing this way.

I added lubricant again and went in again.

This time it was much easier.

It didn't take much effort to get in.

Actually, physiologically, anal sex isn't as pleasurable for men as normal vaginal intercourse or oral sex, because the anus is tight at the opening and loose inside. When you go in, you only feel the base of your penis is tight, but the sensitive glans doesn't get much stimulation.

But the greatest appeal of anal sex is probably psychological.

We continued thrusting like this, and perhaps because of the angle, she ended up lying down.

My penis is more upturned, so it can stimulate the depths of her vagina through the rectum. She gradually started to feel it and said to me, "Huh? Anal sex feels pretty good, quite pleasurable."

I was happy that she enjoyed it.

That's just the kind of person I am; for me, I'm only happy when the woman beneath me is satisfied.

It's not just about my own release and pleasure.

(500 words omitted here.

Use your imagination.)

Although she also felt pretty good, it's different from vaginal intercourse, which directly stimulates the G-spot, so she didn't reach orgasm.

Afterwards, she asked me, "Are you happy? I told you, I'd give you my first time with my anus, and it would be exclusively yours."

Seeing me happy made her happy too, and she jumped around as if she had taken my first time with my anus.

One day during sex, just as she was about to climax, she suddenly shouted, "Honey, I want you to fuck my ass."

This sentence excited me immensely; nothing is more exciting than a woman willingly saying something like that.

After that, we never had sex again.

Although she said that she could give it to me anytime I wanted.

7. Three Days and Three Nights of Battle at Her Home

On New Year's Day 2016, her husband took the children back to his hometown.

This was a perfect opportunity.

A month in advance, she meticulously devised an irrefutable excuse not to go back to her hometown with her husband and children, just so she could spend three wonderful days with me. A month beforehand, she enthusiastically planned how to spend these precious three days.

We made many plans: going to a wooden villa on Boundary Island to listen to the waves crashing, or staying for three days in Xi'an, far from the city on the east coast, or even having her come to my room. We plotted positions, scenes, and actions.

Ultimately, considering her husband might call home to check up on us, we decided to risk it at her house.

Although her family wasn't home, there was no guarantee that relatives and friends wouldn't come over, that nosy neighbors wouldn't see me going in and out, or that the next-door neighbors wouldn't hear our wanton laughter, the sounds of our lovemaking, or her moans.

She carefully planned what excuse to use to answer her husband's inquiries, and also wanted to take advantage of his phone call to have sex with me.

She was plotting how to cancel invitations from relatives, friends, and best friends, and how to subtly tell the nanny not to come to clean or cook during the holiday, without arousing suspicion.

Doing bad things requires careful planning, even though it's exciting and exhilarating.

On the afternoon of December 31st, her husband and five-year-old son boarded a plane back to the mainland.

The way we chatted excitedly on WeChat still makes me happy to think about it.

She asked me what I wanted to eat that evening; she, who never cooks, was going to cook dinner for me herself.

Around 9 PM, she texted me to hurry over, saying there weren't many people around.

On the way, she texted me: "I can't wait."

I replied: "Wear your silk nightgown, no underwear."

She replied with a shy emoji.

I didn't dare drive, so I took a taxi to her place.

I pretended to follow others into their apartment complex.

The security guard didn't stop me.

This was my first time in their complex.

She gave me detailed directions, but I still wandered around that rather large, overly green complex for a long time before finally finding their building.

She unlocked the door for me and told me to take the elevator on the left, and the elevator on the right would take me to another unit.

And in that other unit, people we both knew lived.

I deliberately took the elevator up two floors, keeping my head down like a thief to avoid being caught on camera, and then came down through the emergency exit.

Like a thief, I found their apartment number; the door was ajar.

I glanced at the neighbor's door, which was tightly closed, and the peephole couldn't see us, so I slipped inside.

The first time I went to her place, I was enveloped in a fragrance the moment I entered. She hugged me tightly, and I could clearly feel our hearts pounding. We shared

a deep, passionate kiss.

Before my eyes was a black printed silk nightgown, bathed in the warm yellow light of the entryway, highlighting her snow-white neck, flowing black hair, and the perfume she had deliberately applied. Everything felt so real, yet so absurd.

Passionate kisses, caresses.

Her nipples were already erect.

She murmured, "I missed you so much."

Lifting her nightgown, I found her skin slippery to the touch.

She was wet, as if lubricated.

I turned and pressed her against the cabinet by the door. She obediently raised her buttocks, turning back to look at me with desire.

I unzipped my pants, my almost bursting penis erect, and thrust deeply inside her.

I could feel her trembling, her suppressed moans of satisfaction.

Her head almost knocked over the flowers on the cabinet.

The water in the vase swayed, and she swayed too, without any slapping sounds, only the thrusting that reached its hilt, wanting to die inside her.

She didn't urge me to eat, nor did she care if the food was cold; she must have been very hungry waiting for me.

But all I wanted to do first was satisfy her lower mouth.

We stayed in that position, without changing, thrusting deep inside her. During her climax, her hand gripped my wrist tightly, leaving a red ring. She made muffled, indistinct sounds, screaming and trying to suppress her emotions.

Our lovemaking was always like this, each time like the last, giving it our all, pouring out our emotions, wanting to die from the impact or embrace of the other. Just

before I ejaculated, I pulled her closer. She obediently knelt down, opened her mouth, and took my penis in, swallowing and spitting it out frantically.

Until I ejaculated into her mouth.

I said, "Let me add some dessert for you." She pointed to her slippers, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom.

She still couldn't stand the fishy smell of semen.

Even though she loved me enough.

After rinsing her mouth, she pulled me to the dining table.

The Western-style decor, the pristine white wooden table, looked clean and pure under the lights.

Four dishes and a soup—she had clearly prepared them carefully.

However, the food she ate wasn't very good; it was Jiangnan style, which was completely different from my northern taste.

While eating, I pulled her onto my lap, and we fed each other.

When I was little, I used to find it disgusting to see women in period dramas, who didn't sell their bodies, sitting on the laps of heroes, feeding their lovers mouth-to-mouth with a piece of vegetable in their mouths.

Now, I find it so tender and sweet.

We ate and flirted.

Before we finished, she was already lying on the table.

She kicked her feet and complained that I should clear the table first, but I couldn't wait and just thrust into her.

Accompanied by the occasional clinking of cutlery on the table, I held her long, white legs; her nightgown had already fallen to her waist and buttocks, her messy pubic hair sticking together and then separating.

Holding onto the table, I entered her from behind, then moved to the sofa, where she sat facing me on my lap, swaying back and forth.

Her face remained flushed.

During her climax, she began to moan less restrainedly.

Just before I ejaculated, I put on a condom, made her kneel on the sofa, and thrust wildly, the sounds of our bodies slapping incessant.

Until we both collapsed on the sofa.

For three days, we watched TV and movies together, cooked together, washed dishes together, made love passionately in front of their wedding photo on the bedside table in their bedroom, made love passionately in the kitchen until the food burned, made love in front of the mirror in the bathroom, made love on the toilet, made love while showering together, and used her husband's unopened condoms after I ran out of the ones I brought. When we got tired, we slept, and when we woke up, we continued.

Towards the end, I felt like I couldn't ejaculate anymore.

I'll write down the specific details later when I have time.

I cooked her my specialty, northern-style noodles, and she made me a soup specializing in southern-style dishes to nourish me.

When we were really tired, we ordered takeout.

Except for the last night when I went downstairs to buy condoms for her husband, neither of us left the house for three days. Most of the time, we were naked, cuddling, chatting about everyday things, watching TV, flirting, giving each other oral sex, and making love day and night.

I checked her husband's flight schedule and only left when he landed.

She restored everything in the house as quickly as possible, erasing all traces of me.

The funny thing is, I actually left my ID card at her house.

She searched everywhere, even under the bed, before finally finding it in the cracks of the sofa.

She also picked up a few corners of condom packaging.

It was still quite frightening.

It's impossible to leave no trace; you can only try your best to wipe it away or cover it up.

8. We had sex in the stairwell of her apartment building, and her husband almost found out.

And as time went by, those passionate days with her faded more and more in my memory. Only when I saw her beautiful face, long legs, and sexy little buttocks in the office building did I feel a little aroused, as if I could still see her face covered in semen.

However, the exciting moments in my memory also seemed to gradually fade with the passage of time, losing the point of that initial burst of passion.

Anyway, let's continue to recall our passion.

It was around March or April of 2016. I had just returned from my hometown after the Spring Festival.

We, who hadn't had sex during the holiday, saw each other again, and our eyes seemed to be sparkling with desire.

However, it was right after the Spring Festival, and there was no excuse for working overtime. She was busy dealing with her husband and had to go home early.

The timing of our after-work rendezvous was always off; I could see her helplessness and guilt.

For several days in a row, I couldn't find an opportunity, and I was beyond furious.

Every day after work, our reluctant glances spoke of endless longing.

After she usually got home, the nanny would have dinner ready. She would eat with her in-laws, husband, and children, and there was no need to clean the kitchen; the nanny would take care of that.

Her job was to bathe the children and put them to sleep.

Then, after we exchanged secret signals, we would start chatting intimately, flirting, teasing, and chatting casually, occasionally engaging in online sex.

That day, the conversation went a bit too far. Through the screen, I could almost see her eyes filled with lust, her cheeks flushed, her teeth clenched to suppress her restless desire and body.

"I can't take it anymore, I want you to come and fuck me right now." She

seemed to be gritting her teeth.

I continued to tease her, "Okay, I'll come to your house now and fuck you in front of your husband."

"He's playing games. I'm looking at his back, but I'm flirting with you. I feel so wanton," she replied, then sent, "Am I very slutty?"

"You're a slut, a slut who deserves to be fucked," "It's my destiny to fuck you," "I want to get your husband drunk and then fuck you next to him."

"Ahhh," she replied with three adorable, panicked emojis.

"I really can't take it anymore, come fuck me, I'm dying to have your big cock."

"Okay, I'm coming now, you find an excuse to come out."

I couldn't take it anymore either.

"Okay, I'll just say I'm going for a walk, come quick.

" "Garden sex, you little slut?"

"No, too many neighbors are out for walks in the garden."

"Then how about your stairwell, the fire escape?"

That's how it was agreed, and I rushed downstairs and drove over as fast as I could.

I won't go into the details of the negotiations.

In the end, she came out under the pretext of going for a walk and taking out the trash.

Her husband was still leisurely playing games, I wonder if he was wearing a green hat in the game.

We agreed to meet in the fire escape between the two floors above her apartment, which was already more than ten floors high, and usually no one walked there at night.

It's hard to meet like this.

I didn't dare turn on the motion-activated light, but by the dim light from the next floor, I saw that she was wearing typical walking gear: a pink t-shirt, gray athletic shorts, and running shoes.

Maybe she was just putting on an act, but it was a huge stimulus for me.

I've always liked girls with great figures in sportswear,

especially tight-fitting clothes, which perfectly accentuate a woman's sexiness, radiance, and captivating curves.

The weather was neither too hot nor too cold, exceptionally comfortable.

In Hainan, summers are unbearably hot for outdoor sex, and winters are unbearably cold.

This season is perfect.

Upon meeting, we exchanged passionate kisses and hugs. In a daze, she was both a little crazy and a little worried. What

if we ran into a neighbor?

We agreed that if someone came out of the upper floor, we would go down, and if someone came out of the lower floor, we would go up.

She kept swaying her hips, rubbing her lower body against my penis, and then directly reaching out to grab and caress it. She

whispered in my ear, "I missed you so much."

I knew she wasn't just thinking about me, but also about my penis and the pleasure it gave her.

She said, "Hurry up, I don't have much time."

I deliberately teased her, reaching inside, and found it all wet.

I pressed on the clitoris and kept rubbing it.

Within seconds, I felt her entire weight pressing down on me, her body trembling slightly.

Her breathing became much heavier.

She seemed a little frantic, yanking down my pants, giving me a quick quick stroke, and then sticking her ass out at me.

Wanting to keep her waiting a little longer, I deliberately didn't pull down her pants.

She turned to look at me, seemingly complaining, and pulled down her shorts, moving closer to my penis.

I continued to back away.

She seemed to understand my meaning, turning to face me and squatting down, her lips parting to take it in. Her oral skills need no further explanation, but what I liked most was her frenzy, her frantic swallowing, licking, her mouth brimming with desire.

After a few minutes of oral sex, she begged me to fuck her cunt again.

Her voice trembled slightly.

I lifted her, twisted her body, supporting her ass, and thrust in.

With rapid, continuous thrusting, she climaxed within minutes, feeling the contractions and spasms of her vagina. I pulled out, and her legs went weak as she squatted down, leaning against the railing.

I hadn't ejaculated yet. I helped her up and continued fucking her. She leaned all her weight on the railing, feeling my thrusts.

I remember her panting and saying intermittently, "Just fuck me to death."

Just after she said that, her phone rang. The quiet hallway was filled only with our deliberately hushed moans, breathing, and the sounds of our bodies colliding. The ringing startled us.

Sure enough, it was her husband calling.

She quickly turned off the phone and stared at the dimly lit hallway, the phone screen flashing.

I snapped back to reality and continued, her hand holding the phone, her back to me as I fucked her. The word "Husband" on the screen was particularly glaring and arousing.

A little while later, I heard her husband leave, calling her name twice, then the elevator, probably coming down to find her.

That call sent her into another orgasm. She

climaxed repeatedly, her whole body trembling, one hand gripping my arm so tightly it hurt.

I was also nearing my climax. I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Fuck, where do I cum?"

She lowered her voice, but shouted with all her might, "Shoot inside! I want it! Shoot inside!" She gripped me tightly with her other hand.

I knew it was my safe period, so I boldly ejaculated inside.

She took out a pack of tissues to wipe herself clean, and then used her mouth to clean my penis.

------In the days that followed, our traces were left everywhere—at the company, in the countryside, at her house. If her whole family hadn't unexpectedly immigrated, this affair would have continued indefinitely until her husband discovered it.

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