A Guide to Having an Affair with a Colleague [Full Series]

Many people dream of having a married woman for their "little brother's" use, but thinking is one thing, action is
another . I remember a famous saying from a forum user: "Women sleep with men because they love them, and men
love women because they sleep with them." This became my guiding principle for seduction.
Okay, enough rambling, let me introduce myself: I'm 29 years old, 180cm tall, fairly
good , work for a well-known local company, earn a meager income (less than 1200 yuan per month),
and am extremely lustful and promiscuous.
First story: I successfully slept with her two months after joining the company.
Step one: Create space, cultivate an emotional foundation, and slept with her on our fifth date—a 28-year
-old married woman, no longer the shy girl, quite attractive, knows how to dress up, maintain her appearance, and wear makeup, making her
particularly alluring.
That's right, women who like to dress up and wear makeup inherently enjoy being admired and are drawn to carnal desire.
They understand how to experience emotions with a mature mindset, so money isn't a very important factor for them (it's not like they're looking for
a husband). Okay, now that we've found the right person, we need to make a plan.
I joined this company early last year. She's a year younger than me and hasn't had children yet.
We used to work in the same department. After joining, we got to know each other better through work, and we even had meals together after work. Over the course of
a month , I discovered she had a mature beauty unique to married women. She had a noble air about her,
and her work attire was quite dignified. She was taller than me (duh!). During my free time, I would think about how to win her
over .
Her husband was four years older than her, tall and thin, and didn't look as muscular as me, but he was a very nice person. After spending time with him, we
became "friends."
I'm the kind of gentle, non-aggressive man who's usually quite cute and gentle. Nobody knows
that deep down I'm a lecherous womanizer. Because of this, girls are less wary of me and I'm easy to get along with (key point: the most important of all factors—
favorable timing, location, and relationships—relationships).
Plus, I'm a family-oriented person who enjoys cooking, and she doesn't like restaurant food. From our conversations,
I learned she was tired of fast food, so I used this opportunity to invite her to my rented place for meals. Sometimes,
she and her husband would come along too. This gave us more time alone,
laying the foundation for our later development. After all, it's in these casual conversations that feelings can develop.
The first step in pursuing a woman is developing feelings, but don't let it become real, or the consequences are obvious. You need to make her
feel that you're sincere and show selfless devotion. This woman sent me the same message for the past two days,
word for word : "Why are you so good to me?" Hehe, she's secretly pleased. This means she's developed
feelings for me but needs confirmation. My reply was also word for word: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you, but I've fallen deeply
in love with you, so I often experience both pain and joy." Classic, right?
To win her favor, I always cleaned my rented apartment meticulously before leaving, making her think
I was a thoughtful and diligent man. The first few times she came over for dinner, I tried to start by talking about work so she wouldn't think
I had ulterior motives. Although I wanted to be sincere, I couldn't reveal it at the beginning, lest she think I was trying to deceive her—
though she might also be trying to deceive me (who's fishing for whom tonight!).
Her husband lives with her in a company-rented apartment (that's why I don't move in with her; friends
might not understand, but based on my experience, being together too often can easily damage feelings, and it's inconvenient. Being
discovered you could even lose your life. Before I slept with her, she often asked me to move in,
but after we did, she stopped mentioning it. So you should understand, having an affair requires strategic location; the quality,
not important).
Work time is up, to be continued…
Off work, to be continued…
Update: First dinner: Treat it like a colleague coming over for dinner, just a casual chat. Keep the dishes simple so she
won't feel embarrassed.
Since her husband works far away, he usually eats out before coming home. Usually,
when we go to work together, I always try to get close to her and consciously
spend . That day, I told her that my specialty is braised noodles, and asked if she wanted to try my cooking for lunch.
"Sure, I eat out every day, it's unhygienic and tastes awful. You go buy groceries after work, I'll
come over and call you then."
Without saying a word, I went to the market immediately after work and bought some groceries. On my way back, she called me to ask
where I was, and we met up while chatting. I led her through a maze of streets until we finally arrived. She complained a bit, saying that
I managed to find a good place despite the difficult route. Haha, we arrived. It was a small room, with a kitchen and bathroom, and the monthly rent was 130
yuan, excluding electricity. She looked at it and thought it was enough for one person, quite a good deal. The first time she came in, she enthusiastically helped
me wash the vegetables and then watched me cook.
She said, "You're quite capable. It's good for a man to be able to cook. You must be so lucky to be my wife."
I said, "Sigh, don't even mention it. When we were together, she was also a homebody. She always wanted to cook
, but we disagreed, and we both have rather unpleasant personalities, so we argued a lot. We didn't have much of a foundation for our relationship, and we
were just making do."
She said, "Oh, so you still got married?"
Then, using a cliché, I fabricated a painful family history that men often use, which garnered her sympathy.
(It really works; no wonder experts use it so often.) Stop, dinner's ready. After the warm-up, we switched back to
work .
It was a very ordinary meal, but it left her with a wonderful feeling. She said, "I didn't expect you to actually say that. I can come here to eat more often
now ." I said, "Of course. I'm cooking anyway, so
it's more motivating and cost-effective to cook for two."
She took my casual remark as a serious promise.
Hehe, things are looking up.
The second time, three days later, I cooked something better, adding a few fancy dishes. We ate with great relish.
A meal with lots of food is the most atmospheric, though there was no alcohol. This time, company topics only made up 25% of the conversation
; most of it
was about family and personal matters. We seized on common ground, sharing our experiences,
and discussed our personal feelings at length. Gradually, our relationship grew closer, and
we became good friends at work, often hanging out at each other's desks when we had free time. A few times after work, when we didn't have time, we ate
out . (Opportunities are seized; haste makes waste).
The third time was on a weekend. I didn't work, and I slept in until 2:30 PM (of course, I spent the night
online in pornographic chat rooms). She hadn't told me beforehand, but she had already bought groceries and called to tell me she'd be
coming over to cook. She said there were three of them, including her husband. I understood, and although I was a little
annoyed, I bought some more groceries to avoid being a bad host.
I'd seen her husband come over before at work; we weren't close, but we'd met a few times, so we weren't strangers.
This time the food was plentiful, and it took me ages to start eating. Then we chatted and ate, getting along very well.
Between men, it's either national affairs or important matters, which made her think we were very close. And indeed, we really
did get along little embarrassed now. I slept with his woman, and he still treats me like a great guy. He even
called that night asking me to come over and give him a "80-point" rating.
I made an excuse not to go and am continuing with this first post on my new account.
The fourth time, things entered a more relaxed phase. We were less reserved and had a casual meal. This time, the conversation couldn't
be as lively; we needed to maintain a necessary quiet and create some space. So, when she came to dinner this time
, my tone gradually shifted from a friendly, loud, and enthusiastic one to a
soft, whispered one, like a lover's, to bridge the emotional distance.
Through our previous interactions and work-related exchanges, we had become quite close confidants. She also became more
open and less guarded. Perhaps I sensed that she felt more than just friends with me; she couldn't quite
put . I guessed she was attracted to my gentle, approachable, cute yet mature nature (
after all, I'm married, so I'm quite mature, though no one at the company believed I was married, so I ended up having to bring my marriage certificate
to the office). This kind of cute yet mature man was
certainly attractive to a rather dignified young woman like her.
I knew her heart was fluttering, but she was too afraid to show it. At this point, the man should take the initiative. This time,
I spoke much less, but I deliberately tried to make her feel a long-lost warmth, my tone carrying an air of
unpredictability . Afterwards, I focused more on showing attentiveness and care, making her tea, helping her
with her bag when she left, and so on.
Secondly, in matters of the heart, quality is paramount; haste makes waste. Who's after whom tonight?
This was my fifth time dining at her small house. It's like running a market; usually, three to five rounds of sales pitches are needed for a best
chance strike, but don't escalate it into a forced encounter, otherwise, you might
get the food, but it will only be a one-time thing.
This time, the opportunity arrived; it was, in fact, fate.
That noon, as usual, she came here again. The air was rather stuffy, making her
drowsy , and since she's very particular about her health, she needed a nap at noon. Seeing that it would take me ages to
prepare the food, and knowing she especially loved sweet potato rice porridge—it took her forever to make even a simple bowl of porridge—she started cooking. She said she'd
lie on my bed for a while (it's normal for her to be a little timid now that we're familiar), and wake me up when she was ready. I understood and agreed,
secretly pleased, thinking, based on my past experience, maybe today…
I closed the door and dimmed the lights, ostensibly to create a nap environment for her, but also secretly to set
a trap for myself. While I was cooking, I noticed she hadn't taken off her high heels; her feet were still on the edge of the bed. I
tried to go over and gently squat down to help her take them off, whispering, "Take them off so you can sleep better
." The first attempt failed. She moved away, lazily saying, "What are you doing?
It's okay, I'll just lie down for a bit." "Alright then."
Five minutes later, I went over again. This time, without saying a word, I took
one off before she could even turn around.
Seeing that one was off, she didn't object and let me take off the other. Then, I moved her feet further into the bed
and covered her with the blanket. Heh, she fell asleep again. Okay, in the dark, the dishes were all ready,
but then I realized, damn it, the rice cooker wasn't plugged in. Heh, but I was thinking, this time I have to wait.
First time: She asked if it was ready yet, I said no, I forgot to plug it in. Second time: She said, "Why isn't
it ready I said, "Almost, almost done." Chapter Three: She said, "Sigh, when will that be? You might as well
turn off the light , it's too bright." Heh, now look at me, it's broad daylight, but it's like nighttime inside. Listening to the electric
cooker lid humming, my heart pounded along with it.
I took a fragrant sea cucumber and secretly held it three centimeters in front of her nose. No reaction. Two centimeters
, still no reaction. One centimeter... heh, this time there was a reaction! She swallowed and pursed her lips.
The atmosphere clearly carried a hint of my teasing. I put it to her lips, her lips slightly parted but not quite. I
secretly used the dim light to look at her alluring and sexy lips, looking at the beautiful young woman sleeping soundly on my bed, and
my heart surged with desire. Several times I wanted to kiss those sexy lips, but I still didn't dare, afraid of messing it up and
wasting my time. I continued to touch her lips with the sea cucumber, trying to achieve my fantasies.
She slightly opened her eyes and looked down. "What's this?" I said, "It smells delicious."
"Oh, no, I'll eat it later." I paused for a moment, removed the sea cucumber, and then secretly ate it
myself. Oh, so delicious. So comforting.
I tried my second trick. I pretended to lean against her and half-reclined against the headboard next to her. Then, I quietly looked at her
very closely . At that moment, I was only 10 centimeters away from her lips. A woman's sixth sense should be able to sense it,
but she calmly kept her eyes closed, completely unaware (yeah right! I don't believe it even if you beat me to death). Then, I took
her hand and pretended to look at how many whorls were on her fingers. She woke up, and I told her I would help her check. Obviously, her IQ was so low
at that moment .
How could she see anything in such dim light? Hehe, I said it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly, so I took a bigger hand and
pulled it out to examine it carefully, rubbing it as I looked. After a long time, I told her I couldn't see clearly. She must have known I had
ulterior . She didn't expect that someone as seemingly gentle as me would have such inappropriate thoughts about her. She was probably secretly laughing at my idiocy.
Then, I took a scallop and put it in her mouth. She said she'd get up to eat later, but I said the food would be ready soon and taste
better when it was soft. "Eat one first, smell it and see if it smells good." She smelled it, and then I put it in her mouth. She
continued to lie down.
She ate two in total. I didn't know whether to continue teasing her. After thinking about it, I decided to stop and wait until next time.
I turned to get out of bed to see if the food was ready, but I didn't want to stand up. So I sat there with my back to her for a while, and suddenly...
She casually grabbed my waist from behind and asked, "Aren't you ticklish?" I chuckled and
said no. She kept tickling me, and this time I felt ticklish and laughed. Then, I reached behind her and tickled her back, asking if she
was ticklish. She said no, but I didn't believe her. I kept going, and she really wasn't ticklish. I tickled her even closer. Perhaps
she was waiting for my next move. We were laughing and joking, our eyes
meeting several times in our still-smiling faces. I stopped. I really wanted to kiss her passionately. Actually, I guessed she would have
. But I still couldn't bring myself to do it. At that point, even men become a little shy.
I got up and said, "It's time to eat." After getting the food, she sat up lazily and said her neck was sore. Just
a moment ago, I was inwardly cursing myself for being too scared, thinking how stupid I was. But then I thought, "No man's man is without a woman's will," and I made up my mind.
Actually, at this point, the initiative was entirely in my hands; it was just a matter of whether I wanted to or not. I made an excuse, saying, "Let me massage your neck
."
She said, "You know how? Okay." I said, "A little, I used to massage my wife a lot (actually, I was
just kidding )!"
So I touched her fair neck again.
After a while, she seemed to be enjoying it and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at it, it feels really good." "Actually,
I was just messing around," I said. "Lie down and I'll give you a proper massage." She said okay, and took the opportunity to lie down on
the bed . Looking at her pert buttocks and her curvaceous figure, I was already aroused, and my penis was already
hard. I massaged her here and there, and my hand would casually touch her pert buttocks.
Ah, that feeling, soft and elastic. Hehe, it seems she was interested too. After a while, she didn't
move at all. I looked over and saw that she was asleep (pretending to be asleep). I also deliberately said that my hands were tired, and this time I
boldly pressed my face against her back, and then deliberately breathed heavily. After a while, we remained still.
She said she was getting up for dinner, but I didn't. I said I was tired, and leaned closer, pressing down on her. She didn't
get up . This time, I was bolder. I pressed my chest against her back and gently took her hands in mine. She
trembled. I pressed my face against hers, touching the face of the beauty I had long admired. She seemed a little scared and nervous,
but remained composed. I increased my breathing, trying to arouse her. Then, I kissed her from her face to her ear. She
seemed startled by my actions. She just said, "Wow, you won't!" when I had already pressed my lips against hers. Then
she said, "You took advantage of me, so I'll take advantage of you." Since kissing her from behind was really difficult, I simply
turned my body to the side and kissed her from the side.
At first, she only responded gently before pulling away. I pressed harder,
kissing her passionately on the lips. This time, she didn't avoid me; she embraced me tightly, kissing me wildly,
unleashing the pent-up desire within her. I couldn't even respond in time. Her sudden frenzy excited me
immensely . Looking at the alluring young woman before me, I was burning with lust.
My penis pressed firmly against her genitals through my pants, causing her to moan several times in my mouth,
the sounds rushing into my throat and reaching my bloodstream. She then pressed me down, riding on top of me,
kissing me incessantly, her hips swaying up and down. Even through my pants, I could feel a strong
heat flowing between her vulva and my penis.
She couldn't take it anymore; she wanted it. I pressed her down, removing my white collared shirt,
pushing up my bra without even taking it off, revealing her small breasts standing out before my eyes. She refused and pulled her bra
back up , but I wouldn't have it. Without a word, I grabbed one side with one hand and sucked on the other. She had just been saying no, but now
she let out an "Ah..." sound, sounding incredibly pleasurable. After all, we were having an affair, colleagues
at work . Now we were in bed
together, and the feeling was incredibly exciting. With so much foreplay, we were already aroused.
I tried to pull down her pants, but she refused several times. So I used another method: kissing her breasts until
she was excited, while through her pants, I touched, pressed, and inserted my fingers into her genitals. I didn't believe she
wouldn't itch, and it worked. She couldn't take it anymore, so I finally took off her outer pants. She was
incredibly . Her white panties were already soaked, and I guessed that she was also very wet inside. I also
took off my outer pants, and we pressed our panties together through the remaining two pieces of underwear.
Finally, she asked me, with a mixture of longing and shyness, "Did you bring a condom?" I said
no . She said, "You're crazy! You've got me all messed up and you didn't even bring a condom. What time is it? Get up and eat."
That was it for now; we didn't actually have sex, but we'd already made a lot of progress. Thinking back to just half an hour ago,
I was lightly touching her hands, and now we'd reached this point—it's enough to keep me thinking about it all night.
Hehe, to be continued... It's past 2 AM, and I have to go to work tomorrow morning…
Next episode: At work, I'm getting strange looks… She asked me to go buy condoms… That
night, I also played cards with her husband. Two of the four of us had ulterior motives, and it was so awkward! She said: "
The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans have feelings while animals don't." I said it's okay, the sky is still blue. She said, "
The sea is still blue too." As she spoke, I saw tears streaming down her face...
Seeing everyone's strong reaction, I'm adding an update here. Actually
, I'm not in a good mood today. My online mistress saw my QQ messages on my computer... She's
starting to . I can't worry about that now, I'll just write it down first. The next day, at work,
I maintained normal working relationships as usual. When others were around, I had to
pretend to smile and maintain composure. But when I smiled, my expression always seemed unnatural, especially when our eyes
met. Perhaps she felt so ashamed and promiscuous, having been taken advantage of by this man and still having
to maintain a double relationship with him as a colleague.
Other colleagues didn't notice anything amiss. She and I were both afraid of being discovered, but when our eyes met,
there was an odd feeling. Before yesterday, we could chat freely without any inhibitions, but today—and from now
on —that wasn't possible. The feeling was completely different. She probably, like me, had two naked
, intertwined images in her mind while we were talking, and the other person in those images was the colleague standing in front of her. Talking about
work while thinking about those intertwined images was incredibly awkward.
A female colleague sitting opposite me seemed to have noticed our unusual relationship a long time ago. Two married people...
So close? My female colleagues would sometimes jokingly ask, "Where's your Nana?" I was always baffled.
Sometimes, when no one else was in the office, I'd seize the opportunity to ask her how it was going. She'd snap back, looking embarrassed and
impatient "Say it again! Say it again and I'll beat you up! You better stay away from me." "Okay, okay, I'll get lost
," I'd reply in a wronged tone, wisely returning to my seat. Hearing my reply
, she seemed to have won a battle, but her face flushed as she went about her business. I secretly observed
her expression, noticing the intense shyness hidden beneath her red face. Heh, that's exactly what I wanted to see
. It made me feel very proud. However, at the company, she resolutely forbade me to talk about it; the more I mentioned it, the more
ashamed became.
After three days of adjustment, I finally escaped the intensely unnatural work atmosphere of the past two days. I
invited her over for lunch again. She arrived as promised. Heh, now she entered the house with an air of dominance, as if the
house belonged to her, no longer so polite. She immediately lay down on the bed, while I, like a servant
, started cooking. While cooking, I was thinking about whether I could actually sleep with her this noon. Heh, thinking about it
made cooking feel sweet. Lunch was served promptly at 1:10 PM. While we ate, she ate like a carefree
young couple , completely different from how she is at the office. That's women for you; even when having an affair, they maintain their principles.
After eating, she told me, sounding sleepy, that she wanted to take a nap. Of course, I didn't object (of course I did! Another chance;
this time I was determined to have her). I hurriedly cleaned up the mess, giving her a moment to create
a quiet environment and build chemistry. After cleaning up, I said I was sleepy too and wanted to lie down for a bit.
She said domineeringly, "Go sleep at the company." (Actually, she came prepared; she was just saying one thing and meaning another,
clearly making up a lie to save face.) I said, "Why should I go? This is my room, I'm going
to sleep here." (I answered knowingly, which should have suited her thinking.) She said, "Then you can sleep on the floor." I
took off my shoes and socks, turned off the light, and, ignoring her, got into bed and said, "It's my bed, why
should I sleep on the floor?"
Seeing that she had no choice and was already in bed, she turned over to sleep. I didn't immediately make a move. Instead,
I lay quietly as if I was really sleepy, really going to sleep. A few minutes later, I lazily turned to face her.
She had her back to me, still quiet, perhaps waiting for my advance. I smelled her fragrance;
a young woman's body smells so good. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist. She struggled a little, trying to push my hands
away.
But she failed, haha. I stroked her stomach, occasionally touching her hand and
then moving it back to her waist, while rubbing my face against her back—it felt so good. I slipped my hand under her thin t-shirt,
trying to touch her breasts, but she said, "Oh, I want to sleep, don't move around," and pushed my
hand away. This time I withdrew my hand and instead touched her thigh. Then, I slowly slid it
down to her stomach, back and forth like a cycle, before touching her genitals. She didn't resist; after so much time
, she should have had some physiological reaction.
So, naturally, she allowed me to touch her genitals; I could feel
the shape of her labia majora even through her pants. Her genitals unconsciously moved gently in opposite directions in response to my touch. She felt itchy.
Her breathing became a little heavier. I stroked her labia up and down, sometimes in circles, sometimes
pressing towards what I guessed was the vaginal opening. After a few rounds, her whole body began to writhe. I moved my hand towards unbuttoning her pants, wanting
to slip it for a more comfortable touch, but she stopped me. I instead grabbed her hand and placed it on my hard, erect penis. She touched
it briefly, then shyly pulled it back. You know, the excitement a woman feels when she touches a man's penis is very intense.
I grabbed it again so she could feel it. Her hand only tried to gently pull away, but my strong
hand placed it on my penis again. Guided by my hand, she squeezed it. This squeeze was probably a mixture of
shyness , desire, and excitement. A woman's hand suddenly grasping a thick, hard man's penis gave her
a strong sense of exhilaration. Perhaps, as she squeezed, a drop of fresh, tender vaginal fluid also seeped from her vaginal opening.
Now she was completely aroused. I pushed her sideways body towards me, and then, one
hand began to slide more vigorously across her body, while my lips began to kiss her. She was already excited and was now
so cooperative with me. The feeling of kissing was so wonderful. Because I didn't have much kissing experience, I just kept
sucking on her tongue. This woman, who was so proper at work, had been transformed into such a wanton woman. Just
thinking about it made me incredibly happy.
Her body writhed more and more intensely. She started to let out the moans of a young woman that I had longed for. I slipped my hand
inside her bra and caressed her nipples. It turned out that her nipples were a very important erogenous zone for her. Touching them made her
incredibly excited, and her moans became even more unrestrained. I pulled my mouth away from her lips and started kissing her neck, then
buried my head in her breasts. Her hands gripped my hair tightly, making
a mess of it . My hands didn't stop either. Her head was on her chest, and my hands were on her genitals, attacking from both sides, making her
moan. She let out bursts of long-lost pleasure.
Coupled with the thrill of the affair in her heart, and the fact that it was happening secretly, she must have been very wet down there.
When I reached for her pants, she eagerly raised her buttocks so that I could easily pull them off. Seeing her
white panties, I leaned down and, while kissing her, pulled off her wet panties. I really wanted
to kiss her soaking wet labia, I wanted to devour her juices, and I was already feeling incredibly aroused. Since it was our first
real time making love, to avoid embarrassing her, I covered us with the blanket and prepared to get down to work.
When she realized I was going to lick her genitals, she was so shy. She immediately pulled my head up with both hands and whispered, "No, it's dirty, no." I lowered my head,
and she pulled it up again, saying
the same thing: "No, it's dirty, it's dirty down there." I couldn't help it, she was too shy, so I had to leave it for next time.
I also took off all my clothes. Then, she asked if I had a condom. I said no. She said, "Then
go buy one now, quickly, buy one of those Jissbon ones with double protection." I was a little reluctant, I was
in the middle of excitement, but I couldn't help it, she had never had children. Her husband always used condoms. "Hurry up, go." I
was afraid she might change her mind while I was leaving, and I might not see her when I came back. I quickly went out and bought a box of 25
yuan.
The saleswoman had never seen me so out of breath, looking so rushed. I couldn't care less and just said I wanted to buy
***. Then, I grabbed a bottle of iced tea and downed half of it on the way. When I got back, oh my god, thank goodness,
she was still there. She was just dressed.
Then, embarrassed, she buried herself in the blankets. Seeing this awkward scene, I was wondering how to make my move. I
thought for a moment, then used my old method: I said I'd give her a back massage. She said, "Okay." After a few moments, the atmosphere
returned to normal. After getting things in order, she opened a condom and handed it to me, saying, "Put it on yourself,
I don't know how." I wondered if she was trying to help me put it on, but I put it on anyway. I held it
up on her stomach, and she secretly glanced at my manhood.
Then, I spread her legs, positioning myself as if about to penetrate her. I placed my penis
at the entrance of her vagina, gently touching it, as if trying to push in but not quite. This made her unbearably itchy, and she
started wiggling hips, pressing down. After only about two centimeters in, I secretly pulled back, making her even more uncomfortable.
Her face showed a look of agonizing itch and desperate longing for penetration.
She pressed down frantically again, and this time I didn't pull back, but instead pushed upwards. She
let out an "Ah!" and then made a rich expression of excitement, as if she had finally gotten it, breathed a sigh of relief, and was immediately filled by the thick, hard penis inside
.
I slowly pushed in, then said in a deep, breathy voice, "Put it in." She said, "Mmm."
Hearing that sound, she seemed to throb with ecstasy. I inserted it all the way in, holding it deep for
a second, then slowly pulled it all the way out to the entrance, and then slowly went back in.
After several repetitions, she seemed to experience a long-awaited, long-awaited satisfaction. Then I began the piston-like motion.
Looking at the woman before me, her lust aroused, I thought to myself, "Finally, I've got her. Ah, this is what adultery is." My penis
thrust in and out of her vagina, and she was completely oblivious to the changes around her, only enjoying the pleasure of the affair.
Unexpectedly , she was so tight inside, gripping me tightly from the very beginning. Luckily, I don't like condoms; with a condom,
I could go all night without ejaculating (a bit of an exaggeration, but that's how it is).
Her face was incredibly excited by what I was doing, her whole body moving up and down with me. Her hands gripped my
shoulders , swaying them up and down; she was quite wanton. I thrust harder and harder, occasionally whispering in her ear, "We're having an affair
..." When she heard these words, she gripped my back tightly with both hands.
It hurt me, forcing me to divert some of my energy to feel the pain of being gripped. However, she
didn't care , her expression growing more and more intense. She was completely enjoying it. Wanton! So wanton! I also felt
so excited.
We kissed and thrust into each other, saliva dripping everywhere. I thrust hard a few times, and
she let out loud moans, her body clenching. Then, she moaned and cried out in ecstasy. At that
moment, I suddenly pounded into her very hard, once every second, each time watching her
face contort in pain, her eyes closed. Finally, I pretended to ejaculate. She
fell asleep in ecstasy amidst her final cries…
Alas, it's a pity I really don't like using condoms. So no matter how I did it, I couldn't ejaculate. Looking at her conquered
state , I felt incredibly proud. Having an affair with your colleague, only those who have experienced it can understand.
I won't say too much about my personal feelings; you can imagine it yourselves…
[The End]

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