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I first saw her two years ago when I joined this mid-sized company, working on development. She was in another department, so we had virtually no interaction except for being geographically connected by being on the same floor of the same office building.
She was petite, about 160 cm tall, but well-proportioned, with a fair, oval face and cherry-like lips, possessing a classic Chinese beauty. Her legs were fair and shapely, her waist slender, and her breasts firm and rounded. Any man who saw her couldn't help but stare for a moment.
She had been there for some time, and I heard that before she got married, many men pursued her, but none of them succeeded. In the end, she chose a stable life as a civil servant. I met her husband later; he was very handsome, had a great physique, and most importantly, a very good temper (she told me this after we got to know each other better).
After meeting her husband, I felt that those losers had no reason to die unjustly; even I would probably be nothing but dust by now.
This company gave me a lot of room to maneuver, and the top-level managers trusted me implicitly. Of course, my abilities were important, but my good interpersonal skills also played a role. Both direct and indirect staff respected me, making work very smooth and my days busy and fulfilling. Job-
hopping is rampant in this industry, and I'm fortunate to have met the right company at the right time, carefully managing my future.
At the time, I had just experienced a heartbreak and, feeling disheartened, threw myself into my work. Although the office was predominantly female, most were married, with only a handful of unmarried women around my age. There were some attractive women, but they were all quite pampered, and I, being rather arrogant, didn't like serving such "ladies," so we didn't interact much. However, some young women in their early twenties, fresh out of school, were very kind to me. I always participated in events, and I treated them like younger sisters.
Many of the people here came from central and southern Taiwan, and I was one of them. However, most of them were on-site, and my job required extensive computer use, so I quickly became quite familiar with the office staff within a few months.
My acquaintance with Yunmei began through several projects. Actually, I first met her boss, and our excellent communication and coordination skills quickly helped me integrate into their team. Over time, they got to know me quite well. I'm usually helpful and generous, and I have a sweet tongue, so I often receive many benefits. For example, her boss would sometimes bring me breakfast (there's a Mei Er Mei convenience store next to her house), and later I simply paid a monthly fee for it. For a while, after her boss had her third child and was in postpartum confinement, she and a few other "mama's" took over the breakfast-bringing job.
Yunmei is about my age, and she came here after graduating from Tamkang University. I, on the other hand, was recruited after wandering around this industry for a while after completing my military service. The gender difference, coupled with the fact that "outsiders are better at explaining things," has created a gap in our professional achievements. I'm already on par with her boss, while she's a senior manager. Our work relationship gave us many opportunities to interact, and our similar knowledge and cultural backgrounds led us to become close friends. She has considerable social experience and handles situations with finesse, making conversations with her as pleasant as a gentle breeze.
Perhaps she was a typical Taipei urban woman; her style was sophisticated, and even without designer brands, her taste shone through. Her beauty and intelligence captivated me, almost making me forget she was married. A few times when she missed a day, a sense of loss would linger for the entire day.
Even after breaking up with my girlfriend, I still had physical needs. I'm not exactly a saint, but I would never use money to solve them. This city has many brightly lit places, and of course, many lonely men and women. When I really needed to, I would browse pubs. Young women these days are very open, and they become increasingly provocative as the night goes on. Most of those who frequent pubs aren't exactly virtuous, and given my style, I rarely failed. I accepted all kinds of clients—office workers, female students, married women, even prostitutes—we did it all, in hotels, in cars, and in the open countryside, always adhering to the principle of leaving no trace.
The longer I knew Yunmei, the stronger my desire to possess her became. When discussing business, I often fantasized about having sex with her, and in moments of passion, I would often imagine her as one of those promiscuous women.
June 23rd this year was her 29th birthday, which happened to be the fifth gift she received. She wore a white shirt, a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe high heels, without stockings, which made her look incredibly sexy and charming.
Some of the unmarried young men and women in her department teased her to celebrate her birthday, and she couldn't refuse, so she had to call her husband for help. Her husband was very understanding and took on the responsibility of taking care of the children, allowing her to have fun.
Actually, I was also very busy that day, having to work overtime on a Swedish case, so when the children came to find me, I could only apologize and decline. Later, they sent her to arrest someone, what to do? I thought I would just have to go back to the company later.
After dinner, everyone went to sing karaoke. It was the first time I heard her sing, but I thought it was better to listen to her talk. She probably knew this too, so the microphone was passed around among us. Rose-colored drinks and soda made everyone temporarily forget about their image, and it was clear that she had a high alcohol tolerance.
Later, someone brought a bottle of XO, and some people were too scared to drink it. Only a few boys, me, and she were left to handle it. She was the birthday girl, and I was the only manager there. The constant toasts were almost unbearable. I remembered I still had work to do. Around nine o'clock, a girl vomited. I thought I'd take the opportunity to send her home and escape, but she chased after me.
"I can't take it anymore either, take me home too!" she said, already a little unsteady.
"These guys are crazy, it was so hard to get away." She slumped into the front seat, while Yiqing in the back was lying flat.
"Are you going back to the company to drive?" "I'm so dizzy, just take me home." It seemed I had to get her home quickly.
There was roadwork along the way, and I regretted taking that route; they both seemed very uncomfortable. We
arrived at Yiqing's apartment. I left Yunmei in the car and helped Yiqing inside. Her roommate quickly came out to help. After settling in, I saw that Yunmei was asleep. She wasn't sitting properly, and her skirt wasn't pulled up. I was startled when I saw her white thighs, and I could vaguely see her white bra through the buttons of her shirt. I was already hard, driving while my eyes kept roaming over her body.
"Stop the car! Stop the car now!" After a while, she suddenly woke up. I knew she was going to vomit.
I quickly pulled over. She opened the car door and then vomited. She was clearly in a lot of pain. I got out of the car with some tissues and went to the other side to wipe her mouth and collar, then helped her sit up straight.
"I'll recline the seat back, you can lie down for a while." She nodded. We still had about twenty minutes to go before we arrived at her house. The seat back suddenly reclined, and her legs naturally stretched forward. I had never looked closely at the inside of her thighs before, and this excited me immensely. As we drove, the sign for a motel ahead was very conspicuous.
My reason was in a tug-of-war with my lust. The motel had already passed us. Finally, the alcohol triumphed over everything, and morality and reason briefly vanished. I turned around, drove straight in, paid, and backed into the garage.
I opened the door and helped her out: "Yunmei, rest for a bit." "Where is this?" I didn't answer, my right arm around her waist and my left hand on her left shoulder.
Once inside, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard.
"What are you doing! Oh...no!" She struggled, and I believed she was sober.
"What else can a man and a woman do in a motel?" I lewdly whispered in her ear.
I threw her onto the bed, and she struggled to get off. I grabbed her ankles, pulled them back, and spread them apart. In an instant, her legs were pressed tightly against my outer thighs; the skin felt cold and delicate. Her hands were struggling to support her. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and reached my right hand inside her purple skirt to pull down her panties. She instinctively tried to stop her right leg with her left hand and pulled forward. I relaxed her waist and let her move forward with the momentum. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties with both hands and pulled them down to her knees. She tried to pull away with her left leg, but this caused her last line of defense to collapse. The black lace material contrasted sharply with her white right calf.
I wasn't in a hurry to control her; watching her stagger and try to escape actually gave me a thrill. Her alcohol tolerance prevented her from making any big movements, so I wanted to thoroughly ravage her, to train her, to let her experience the pleasure of being raped for
the first time. She slowly crawled to a small round table. Then I took off my shirt and pounced on her from behind like a cheetah, grabbing her waist and flipping her petite body onto the table like a toy. I spread her legs apart with my hands, positioning myself high above her. She desperately pushed against my chest with her hands, panting heavily, which excited me greatly. I didn't encounter much resistance and unbuttoned my white shirt. Her breasts, accentuated by her bra, looked very round, and I slowly savored the feel through the bra.
Her ponytail, which had been tied up, was now completely disheveled. Finally, I felt her vagina was completely soaked. I unzipped my trousers and underwear, and inserted the head of my penis into the tip of her vulva. At this point, she stopped struggling. Tears streamed down her face as she begged me to stop. Looking into her eyes, I slowly withdrew my penis slightly, paused for two seconds, closed my eyes, then tightened my grip and thrust my hips forward, pushing her vagina to its deepest point. She trembled from the sudden stimulation.
"Ah...ah...no...ah..." My continuous, intense thrusts made her moan incessantly. Her legs swayed back and forth, her left foot bare, her right high heel still on, and her underwear still clinging to her white right calf.
"Yunmei, we've come this far, what's there to hold back?" After a while, I stopped at the deepest point and gazed at her.
After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white, round breasts. The areolas weren't large, but they were dark in color; it seemed her husband hadn't wasted his time. On the other hand, her legs clamped even tighter.
"Good! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold." I couldn't help but admire her ability to control herself; she truly was a mature urban woman.
I continued thrusting forcefully, then flipped her over like a toy, making her lie face down on the table with her feet on the ground. I removed her white shirt and bra, leaving her in only a purple miniskirt. I lifted her left leg from behind, pulling it across my left leg, which was already pressed against the table, and my hard weapon once again entered and exited her territory. She was a little unsteady, but she naturally adjusted herself with her waist. With that small movement, I knew tonight I had met my match. It was moist and warm inside; after all, she wasn't a young girl, but her contractions made up for everything. I hadn't been this wild in a long time. After thrusting for a while, I carried her to the bed. She seemed skilled and experienced in the missionary position, doggy style, lotus position, and so on, and I was quite surprised by her performance today.
She twisted her waist on top of me, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly, her fragrant sweat dripping onto my chest like rain. Her wantonness was completely at odds with her usual gentle and demure image; I was probably the first person in the whole company to notice. I wanted to get up, but she pressed her hands against my chest. Stimulated by this, I moved my hands from her breasts down to her waist, and thrust upwards again with a fierce upward motion.
"Oh...oh...oh..." She simply hooked her hands behind her back, tilted her face back, and closed her eyes to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped her over, lifted her right leg and straddled my shoulder, making one last, most intense, and deepest attack.
"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ahhh..." She became alert.
"Oh...open your mouth...oh..." "Ah...no...ah...no..." "Faster...I'm about to ejaculate...faster..." I gradually increased the speed, almost losing control.
Helplessly, she opened her small mouth. In a flash, I pulled out and grabbed her with my right hand, inserting it into her mouth. A gush of hot, milky-white liquid shot out, filling her entire mouth.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." She couldn't speak, my penis inside her, thick white liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I ejaculated four or five more times before pulling out. She tried to spit it out, but I forced the semen from her lips back into her mouth, making sure she swallowed it all. Only then did I collapse on top of her, panting.
The sheets below were soaked; I was surprised, even my girlfriends didn't react this strongly. Her purple skirt was also stained with secretions, a testament to the passion from beginning to end.
After a while, she pushed me away and got up. I figured she was sober by now. I tried to pull her back, but she shook me off.
"Even my husband wouldn't dare make me swallow," she glared at me fiercely.
"I'm your lover!" I said with a smile, but regretted it as soon as I said it. I shouldn't have been so shameless.
"Hmph!" She ignored me, stood up, took off her skirt, and turned to go into the bathroom.
I gathered up the clothes scattered around me, and then I went into the bathroom to shower.
She was lathering herself with soap, not caring about my entry. Anyway, at this point, there was no need to be reserved.
Her back was to me, her hair was curled up, revealing her fair nape. Only then did I realize how beautiful her delicate and shapely body was.
After relieving myself, I slowly walked towards her, feeling an urge to possess her completely. Suddenly, I hugged her from behind, grabbing one breast in each hand and kneading them forcefully.

"Oh! No!" She trembled, then tried to free herself with her hands.

I grabbed her hands and turned her around, lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue forcefully breaking through with a passionate kiss. At first, she instinctively resisted, but soon she surrendered, her hands quickly hooking around my neck, our tongues intertwined and sticking together. I pinned her against the wall, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, our mouths never parting. I knew from that moment on, her betrayal wasn't just physical, but also a betrayal of desire.

In the bathroom, we soaped and rinsed each other, kissing every inch of each other's bodies. Then she used her tongue and oral skills to make my penis erect again and again, until we finally made love again in front of the mirror. She was truly a first-rate expert.

After the passion subsided, we tidied ourselves up. Watching her put on makeup at the vanity, I couldn't help but admire her composure, and I even felt a pang of regret for violating her. Finally, I picked up my car keys and glanced at her. Our eyes met, and she blushed. She then got up, went out, and got into the car. We didn't speak for the rest of the way…

After that passionate night, it was as if an ice wall had been built between Yunmei and me. She often deliberately avoided me, and unintentional eye contact often led to awkward silences. Actually, I always felt guilty towards her, regretting that I had ruined this beautiful feeling with a moment of impulse. While I'm not exactly a saint, I'm certainly not a scoundrel. I wouldn't harass her, much less break up her family. Gradually, I let the engineers under me take over communication with her department, though my friendship with those younger colleagues remained unchanged.

A little over a month later, on a Sunday, I went to the document management center to look for some information. The room was divided into cubicles; the outer cubicles contained general documents such as ISO files, technical books, and journals, while the inner cubicles held more important business files, R&D results, and so on. Supervisors generally had keys to the outer door, while the general manager's assistant, the quality assurance center coordinator, and I (from the development department) could freely enter and exit the cubicles.

As soon as I entered, a figure in a pale yellow dress startled me.

"You...you're here?" I stammered, too nervous to speak.

"Yes..." She flinched but didn't turn around. I think she was startled too.

"What information are you looking for?" I didn't know what to say.

"Instrument calibration." Oh! I remembered that ISO's annual audit was in a week.

"You still have a week to catch up on the data!" "I'm taking four days off to go to Guam." No wonder she's working overtime.

I don't need to think to know who she's going with. Looking at her in that sleeveless jumpsuit, her long hair flowing, her bare feet sometimes raised, sometimes flat, she looked incredibly sexy. Suddenly, jealousy flared up, and the desire I'd suppressed for over a month exploded again. With a heavy heart, I rushed over, grabbed her, pinned her against the wall, and started roughly kneading her breasts.

"Let me go...no...please..." I ignored her, my right thigh pressing against the inside of her legs.

"Oh...no...my husband is right outside." She struggled, panting, but couldn't overcome me.

"Look at you, so wanton, should we call him to come and see?" Mentioning her husband filled me with both jealousy and excitement.

"You...you...you..." She struggled, her face flushed with anger.

"What? I'm Ximen Qing, and you're Pan Jinlian!" I enjoyed the pleasure with both hands, teasing her with lewd words, arousing her wanton side.

Sure enough, she let out a series of moans. I knew she had surrendered. I used my mouth to unzip her suit, took out the key to the cubicle, opened it, and carried her inside. After placing her on the waitress's table, I left and locked the door. She didn't move at all, which I found a little amusing; she had just been acting like a virtuous woman.

I quickly stripped her of all her clothes. This wasn't a hotel, and besides, her husband was right outside; I had to finish quickly.

Without much caressing, she lay on the table, and I spread her legs, thrusting my penis in and out. She couldn't help but moan. A few minutes later, the sound of the door to the cultural center being pushed open startled us both.

"Yunmei! Yunmei!" It was her husband. He'd probably finished reading the newspaper in the lounge and come looking for his wife.

"Hehe! He didn't expect his wife to be with him!" I lewdly teased her, my upper body pressed against her chest. She glared at me, and I deliberately intensified my thrusts. I could see she was trying her best to hold back, her eyes a mixture of anger and pleading.

"Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...please..." she pleaded nervously.

"Call me good husband, good brother!" I wouldn't give up until I got my hands on her.

"Oh...oh oh...you...you how...mmm...good...good husband...good brother, please spare me..." The situation was against her; she had no choice but to submit.

"Mmm! Good girl... Cousin will love you." After thrusting all the way in, I felt a sense of conquest from above.

Her cheeks flushed, she was panting, her chest heaving. The touch in my hands was wet and delicate, I couldn't tell whose sweat it was. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, not daring to look at me, I could tell she was both ashamed and excited.

Finally, I heard the door close again, I pulled out my penis, picked her up and made her sit against the wall, sitting on the table with her legs spread open, her feet able to support her on the tabletop. Her body was petite, like a toy, completely at my mercy. At this moment, her clitoris was fully exposed, her labia turned outwards, the bright red flesh paired with semi-turbid secretions, truly a feast for the eyes.

I picked up her panties and made her bite them, I began to explore with my tongue, the wet pubic hair pressing against my nose, I could only smell a pungent fishy smell. I slowly went deeper, she was stimulated by this, she made random "mmmmmmm" sounds, and squeezed her legs even tighter, I had to use my hands to separate them.

Suddenly, her whole body tensed and then relaxed, her vagina gushing out; I knew she had orgasmed again.

A moment later, I turned her over and made her lie face down on the table. Just then, her cell phone rang. I picked up her dress and handed her the phone from her pocket.

"Hello!" It was her husband calling. At the same time, I spread her legs and penetrated her from behind.

"I'm here, it'll be a little while longer." It was the scene of sex. Almost there, almost there, I'm almost done with your wife!

"Ah!" I grabbed her round buttocks and thrust all the way in, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh! No, my colleague is teasing me!" She turned around and glared at me fiercely.

I smiled; that "teasing" should be changed to "doing it." Then, I rhythmically paired nine shallow thrusts with one deep one.

"Okay! Why don't you go to the gym to work out!" I could tell she was a little angry, right? It wasn't over even at the crucial moment.

"I'm not that fast, I'll come back at 11 o'clock!" There was still half an hour; I wasn't that good.

"Bye!" As soon as I hung up, I sped up.

"You slut, of all the other men's wives I've slept with, you're the most wanton!" That wasn't an exaggeration.

"Disgusting!" "I'm disgusting, you're shameless, we're a match made in heaven!" She snorted and didn't reply. I thought the days ahead would be quite amusing. Suddenly, the thought of that big green turtle enjoying her every day filled me with jealousy, and I thrust harder for the last time.

"Oh...oh...oh...don't ejaculate inside!" She was also scared: "Re...really don't, today is my fertile period." Having learned from the last experience, she opened her mouth and tried to get up.

I ignored her, my despicable nature showing. I gripped her slender waist even tighter and thrust in as deep as possible. Then a gush of heat shot out, and she cried out "Ahhh!" before her whole body shuddered.

I ejaculated four or five more times before I was done. She was completely exhausted. I flipped her over, pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and made sure all my semen was inside her, unable to leak out, before letting her go.

"You're so despicable!" Seeing her angry expression, I felt a little regretful. "I promise I'll use protection next time," I said with a smile.

"You... what do you want?" "Yunmei, you can't be unaware of your body's reactions, can you? Life is short, indulging is only right." "Hmph..." She turned to pick up her dress, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. She quickly dressed, fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and went out. Watching her practiced movements, I thought I had hired a high-class prostitute. I even

went out to eat with them at noon, playing with his wife and eating his food to replenish my energy. Thinking about it now, I feel really embarrassed.

Later, Yunmei became my regular fuck buddy. Going out for casual sex during work hours was commonplace. We tried it in the car, in the wilderness, and even more exciting was going to her house to have sex after her husband went to work. When her husband went abroad, I even took her to a brothel. Her record was having sex with eleven men in one night! I figured I'd wait until I got tired of that and then find some new prey.

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