The days of having an affair with a female colleague

I live in the south and am in my early thirties. My family was very poor growing up. Anyone from a rural background knows how tough life was. Herding cattle, chopping firewood, planting rice, cooking… even very young children knew these things. Poor children learn to be independent early, as they say. So my parents taught me from a young age that I must study; only by getting into university could I wear leather shoes.

In my childhood, in the 1980s, a popular saying was: "Get into university and you'll wear leather shoes; don't, and you'll go home to farm and wear sandals." So I studied very hard, all the way through high school and university… I studied medicine for five years. After graduating, because my family was poor and I had no connections, I was assigned to a township health center as a very ordinary doctor. Two years later, I fell in love with a teacher, we got married, and later had a child. Our parents gave us some money to buy an apartment in the city, with a monthly mortgage of 800 yuan. My salary is 1500 yuan. The bonus was 1000, which is about 2500 yuan. My wife is a teacher and doesn't earn much; her salary is only about 1200. Life went on peacefully... When it was my day off, I would ride my motorcycle home—a men's 125cc Wuyang Honda in the city... That's how it is in the countryside. Doctors don't have weekends off; when it's your turn to rest, you can go home. Life went on peacefully...

This peace was shattered after a new female colleague joined the team.

In 2006, a new female nurse joined the hospital. Back then, township hospitals were small, with only about 40 employees, so news of new arrivals spread throughout the hospital in a single day. The new nurse had previously worked in another township, far from the city. Her husband had been transferred to the city, but she, with her lower education level, couldn't transfer there and had to come to our hospital, which was closer to the city. Her family was quite well-off; her husband owned a car, they had a house in the city, etc…

A few days later, she came to work. She looked like an ordinary person, and quite average-looking. (At that time, I never imagined anything could happen between us.)

Life was peaceful, and a year passed. Nothing happened between us, just like with other colleagues. This continued until 2007.

2007 was a bull market for Chinese stock investors, with the stock market reaching 6124 points. I bought in when it was around 2000 points and made some money (of course, now I've lost it all and am still stuck with losses, it's terrible). Back then, I had some money and bought a Nokia N73 to check stock quotes. When I wasn't seeing patients, I could take it out and look at the market. As soon as I got off work at noon, I would go back to my dorm, turn on my computer, and trade stocks. I didn't rest from 1 pm to 3 pm.

And all of this started with the computer; I bought it back in 2002. My Yang 4, a self-assembled computer, has had quite a few problems over the years, so I'm a computer whiz. Many colleagues often ask me for help, because it's a small town and few people know much about computers,

so I've become quite the go-to person for help. She also bought a new computer in 2007, which had many problems, and she often asked me for help, which made us even closer. Despite our playful banter, I never imagined anything would happen…

and it all started with one particular issue. That day, she asked me to look at her computer again, saying the umbrella for her Rising antivirus software had turned yellow. We had used Rising before. Everyone knows that Rising Antivirus can't kill viruses, so its umbrella turns yellow, like a little turtle. Actually, these are all Trojans. Okay, I went to her dorm, worked on it for a while, and fixed it for her. Just as I was about to leave, this happened: I stood up, and she sat down. She was wearing a short-sleeved, round-neck top, and I could see her breasts from her chest. They were very ordinary, about the same size as my wife's. (Actually, people in the South know that Southern women's breasts are very small; you could grab them with one hand.) And coincidentally, at that moment, she suddenly turned around and saw... I noticed she was looking at her chest. She looked down at her neckline, then straightened her back, so I couldn't see it anymore.

Anyone who's ever looked at a woman's chest through her neckline knows that bending over is the only way to see it. Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly asked another question—I can't remember what it was now. Anyway, I was to her left, looking at the computer, and I said, "Simple," and reached for the mouse. But then things took a turn: my hand, holding the mouse, passed right by her chest, and with a slight movement, it touched her breast.

She flinched back, and I… I don't know if it was a moment of impulsiveness or what, but I actually turned around and grabbed her shoulder. My hand suddenly slipped inside her collar and slipped inside her breasts... Comrades, turn back now... I still don't know what gave me the courage. I'm a man in my thirties, I've never had an affair in my life, I only watch porn, and for years I've only been with my wife. I'm not like you guys in this sex forum who've had countless affairs and one-night stands. I've never even been to a brothel, and I don't even dare to touch female patients during doctor's visits... For over 30 years, this was the first time I'd touched a woman's breast other than my wife's. It took a lot of courage back then…

Then, I slipped my hand inside her collar and touched her breast, but it was too brief. She flinched, pushed my hand up with one hand, and let out a soft "Eek!" I quickly pulled my hand out, and didn't do anything further. Seeing her angry, accusing eyes and her flushed face, my heart was pounding—at least 120 beats per minute. The atmosphere was so tense; I didn't know what to do. I just quickly walked away

. I went to her apartment and returned to mine. I was so nervous I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I didn't know what she was thinking. Our relationship should still be okay, but I had touched her breast. Would she still talk to me after this? ...The more I thought about it, the more restless I became. The mild consequence was that she would never speak to me again; the serious consequence was that we might not even be colleagues anymore. I was absent-minded all afternoon. I went to the nursing station to check on her, but she wasn't on the afternoon shift. I was so disappointed. I could only pace back and forth at the entrance of the ward or chat with other doctors to hide my anxiety.

Finally, I arrived at... I saw her in the cafeteria at dinner time. I was eating when she came in, glanced at me, and immediately looked away. She sat on the women's side, chatting and laughing with her female colleagues, as if nothing was wrong... I felt a little relieved at that moment.

Later that evening, around 9 pm, I took out my phone and sent her a text message. I said, "Are you angry?" At that time, I just wanted to know what she was thinking; I just wanted an answer. After a while, she replied: "I can't be angry with you." Oh, so that's what she thought. I thought she was angry. When I saw her text message, I couldn't contain my joy. I felt like I was on cloud nine; the sky seemed bright, and the sun seemed radiant... Her saying, "I can't be angry with you," wasn't that condoning my transgression? ...

Sure enough, the next day at work, when we met, she acted as if nothing had happened, and we both understood each other implicitly. She, as usual, brought me a medical record folder, and I, as usual, discussed patient issues. But—our relationship seemed to have deepened...

Days passed, and my relationship with her changed. Because I started paying more attention to her—for example, in my tone of voice, greetings, and the way I looked at her—I could tell from the way she looked at me that we were indeed heading in a dangerous direction. Nine out of ten doctors are lecherous, and one day at lunch, she was there too. Everyone started telling dirty jokes while eating. I can't remember what the jokes were, but one doctor said to me, "You're the most suitable one to touch." At that moment, I said, "I don't touch ordinary ones; if I'm going to touch someone, I'll touch the best one." I remember her body trembling slightly after I said that. What I meant was that she was the best, killing two birds with one stone. There are many, many more details, but I won't go into them all here.

Life went on day after day, but there was no progress whatsoever…

Some people say, "You work the night shift, she works the night shift, don't you have plenty of opportunities?" I want to tell you, it's very rare for us to be on the same night shift at the same time; maybe once a month. Even if it were our turn, you couldn't possibly sleep with her in the on-call room. In our hospital, in this small unit, the nurses, doctors, and obstetrics and gynecology wards have three on-call rooms connected together, and those women in obstetrics and gynecology are notorious gossips. It's simply impossible.

And then, something happened that allowed me to succeed.

It was an afternoon, everyone was at work, busy with their tasks, when suddenly an argument broke out. It came from the nursing station. When we doctors went over, we found a family arguing. Their son had a fever and needed an IV drip, but he was only a little over a year old, and they couldn't find a vein for a scalp vein. She tried several times but couldn't get the IV in. The child's parents were not ordinary people—they were powerful figures in town, operating excavators, quite wealthy, and had very bad tempers. Seeing that they couldn't get the IV in after several attempts, the parents, feeling sorry for their son, got angry and kept yelling at her. Even when we doctors arrived, the parents were still yelling at her. That's

the difficulty of being a nurse. You might get the IV in 99 out of 100 children, but if you miss one, you'll be yelled at. Actually, even the best nurses sometimes miss. Do you agree?

She initially remained silent, letting the insults flow, but then the woman hurled some very offensive insults, like "You piece of trash..." and other such things. It was really nasty, and she got angry. People have personalities, right? She retorted a few times, quite aggressively, and that escalated the situation. The woman rushed over, the older woman pushing her first, causing her to stumble back a few steps. She got angry too and pushed the woman back. This made the man even angrier, shouting and yelling, and he charged at her. I saw this and, without thinking, went to intervene. When the man saw me, he became even angrier, saying, "Who are you to her? What business is it of yours?"

Then he shoved me hard. The excavator operator was really strong, and I was caught off guard. I was pushed so hard I hit the corner of a stone platform, and my back hurt terribly. To make matters worse, he shoved my nose with his other hand, and blood immediately started flowing. Other doctors nearby saw this and came to break up the fight. The supervisor also came and persuaded the couple to go back.

A nurse gave me cotton swabs to plug my nose. I've always been prone to nosebleeds, so it wasn't unusual, but hitting my back on the platform hurt terribly. I struggled back to the ward, but sitting down hurt too. I was thinking about stocks, so why not sneak back to my dorm to check them? I asked for leave and went back to my dorm to rest.

I wasn't really in a bad mood, so I applied some safflower oil and spent the whole day looking at stocks.

Suddenly, her text message arrived: "How are you? Are you still bleeding?"

My heart warmed, and I replied, "I'm fine, it's stopped."

She replied again: "Thank you so much, I don't know what would have happened without you."

I replied: "It's nothing."

At that moment, I felt so happy, at least I had helped her, it felt a bit like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress.

After checking the stocks, I took a nap. When it was time for dinner, I asked a doctor to get my food and take it to my dorm. When I finished eating and gave him the plate to take to the cafeteria, other colleagues asked how I was doing. This guy exaggerated my condition, saying I was in so much pain I couldn't stand up, and so on. He's always been a braggart (but I should thank him, otherwise it wouldn't have been possible)... She overheard this, finished eating, and rushed back to her dorm. She called me immediately.

I saw it was hers and answered. She asked anxiously, "How badly are you hurt?"

I said, "Not bad."

She said, "But Dr. M said you can't move while lying on the bed?"

I said, "A little."

She said, "Thank you."

We chatted for a bit, but I've forgotten.

At that moment, a bad idea suddenly flashed into my mind: why not take this opportunity to lure her to me?

It was this bad idea, and it was this idea, that pushed our relationship deeper.

I rehearsed the whole process over and over again. How to seduce her, what to do once she arrived… Anyone who's had this experience knows how nerve-wracking the preparation can be.

Time passed slowly…

Around midnight, I sent her a text message. (For…) What does it mean to send a text message instead of making a phone call? Those with experience in the sex industry understand; for things difficult to say aloud, a text message can help.

My text to her: "It hurts so much, I can't sleep." (Just testing the waters.)

If her phone was off, it was a lost cause.

But luckily, she replied shortly: "What should I do? Do you have any medicine?"

I replied: "Yes, I do, but I can't apply it. Come over and apply it for me." (The meaning was clear: it's so late, calling her over is dangerous. If she doesn't refuse, then we're moving to the next step. If she refuses, but her conscience bothers her, I'll be hurt because of her.)

I guess she was conflicted too, and didn't reply for a long time. My feelings at that moment (those of you with experience in the sex industry, you know how anxious and complicated those feelings are, right?), I held my phone and waited and waited.

For a long time… She replied, "Okay, leave the door open." (Thank God, thank God, it worked!) (It turns out she had thought about it for a long time, and had almost given up, but her conflicting feelings led her to take this step. She told me this later.)

I immediately went out of the hall and opened the door.

Let me tell you about our dormitory building. It's three stories high, and I live on the second floor in a separate two-bedroom, one-living room apartment. There are no streetlights, the stairs are dark, and... I rarely stay overnight on the first floor; they should be asleep by now. She lives in a single room not far away, very close by.

I went back to bed and deliberately lay down.

A little while later, the door opened. The living room was dark; I hadn't turned on the light, only the bedroom light was on. She tiptoed into my room, wearing a short-sleeved pajamas, the green floral type, and short pajama bottoms. Her white thighs... I suddenly tensed up. (I read an article that said 20% of men feel desire when they see a woman in pajamas. I'm one of those men; I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?)

She whispered, "How are you?"

I deliberately said, "It hurts here."

She picked up some safflower oil from the bedside table and started applying it to me. Since she didn't have cotton swabs, she used both hands. It felt so good; my penis was even aroused. I didn't dare turn over.

But all the plans I had made—how to pull her down onto the bed, how to hold her, how to... I couldn't do any of them now. (Those of you who have had this experience will understand.) At that moment, I was also very conflicted. I wanted to make a move, but I was conflicted. Just like your first time, tension, fear, desire, and other feelings were all mixed together. My hands were trembling, I just couldn't do it. All you did was give irrelevant answers; I can't remember any of the questions she asked me.

The only thing I remember is that after she finished painting, she said, "I'm leaving."

Then she turned and walked out of the living room.

At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, I suddenly rushed out, and just as she was about to open the door, I grabbed her from behind, slammed the door

shut, and pulled her into my room. In the darkness, she probably didn't expect me to do this; she kept pulling my hands away, pleading softly: "Let go...yes...let go..."

Her resistance was useless. I quickly put her on the bed, and she covered her chest with her hands, seemingly saying something to get her to leave...anyway, I forgot.

I pounced on her, first kissing her lips fiercely, but she wouldn't open her mouth. I just don't understand how other guys can kiss a strange woman so readily (her lips were closed, her eyes tightly shut; she seemed nervous too). I kissed her cheek a few times, here and there, and she flinched away, not resisting much at this point… I pulled her clothes up,

revealing her bra. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but it was no use. I forcefully pulled her hands away, and she struggled. Finally, I pulled the bra aside, revealing her breasts. They weren't very big, but the nipples were small, unlike my wife's. She immediately covered her breasts again, trying to pull her clothes down. I wonder if any other guys have had similar experiences? Are women always like this? Don't they always cover this and that the first time?

At that moment, in my dazed state, I no longer allowed her to protect me, forcefully pulling up all her clothes.

She was a very fair-skinned woman, her breasts also very white and alluring. Just as I was about to kiss her breasts, she whispered, "Turn off the light!"

Oh, she meant it clearly. Turn off the light, she acquiesced.

I turned off the light, and in the darkness, I positioned her, slowly removing her clothes, kissing her. This time she didn't shut up, letting me kiss her, though we could hear everyone's rapid breathing. My hands caressed her breasts, so soft, and my penis felt like it was on fire.

I kissed her breasts again, playing with them; her nipples were erect and hard, like large dates. But it all happened quickly, not for long.

I pulled off her pajama bottoms, and then her underwear too. Then I stripped naked.

I spread her legs, found the entrance, and thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging fully into her. She let out a muffled moan.

She was already soaking wet. (Any female sex enthusiasts here? Have you ever experienced this? Is it more exciting to be touched by a strange man? Why does my wife always need several minutes of foreplay to get wet?)

Her vagina was very moist, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly thrust in and out, and she continued to moan softly. (I don't understand, are the actresses in porn really that aroused? Why do they moan so loudly?)

At this moment, something unexpected happened: she pressed my head down with both hands and kissed my lips. She was wild, kissing me fiercely. It seems that women can't control themselves when they're excited. We were kissing passionately… our tongues intertwined, her tongue slipping into my mouth, which I sucked on wildly. We were really wild when we got going.

As we kissed, I slowly thrust in and out. Her legs were already wide open, offering no resistance at all.

I lifted her buttocks with both hands. To be honest, her buttocks were fleshy and soft. I supported her buttocks, my chest pressing against her soft breasts. With her legs spread, I increased my speed and force, thrusting hard into her. She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, letting out a muffled moan.

I sped up, making her wetness splash as I pumped, squeezing her buttocks. She clung tightly to my chest. After a while, my sympathetic nerves tingled, and with one final, powerful thrust, my semen shot into her vagina…

She held me tightly, breathing heavily. I held her back, pressing against her soft breasts.

A moment later, my penis shrank, and there was a lot of fluid around it. She whispered, “Where are the tissues?”

My tissues were in the bathroom.

She said the water would soil your bed.

I said it was okay.

I pulled out my penis and ran naked to the bathroom to get some tissues for her.

Soon, we were both dry. She carefully tidied herself up and left.

Finally, our first time ended like that.

The next day, everyone went to work. We all kept quiet and acted as usual. But

I could tell she was very happy, constantly chatting and laughing with her colleagues… Later I found out she had just finished her period and didn't need to worry about being pregnant.

But she sent me a text message: "Let's just leave it at that. Let's pretend nothing happened and act like before."

I replied: "Don't do that, I miss you

." She didn't reply. I could tell she didn't want it to end like that either.

In our small workplace, we haven't had someone having an affair like me in a long time. The earliest one was back in the 90s, a female pharmacist and a male doctor had an affair: the female pharmacist and the male doctor had been having an affair for a long time; the man was married, and the woman was single. They were both very careful, but they were eventually discovered. That night, in the middle of the night, the male doctor sneaked into the female pharmacy and had sex with her there. But as fate would have it, nothing happened until that night. At that time, another colleague's child had a stomachache in the middle of the night, and the couple went to the pharmacy to get medicine. The adulterous man hid behind the medicine cabinet, and the adulterous woman pretended to be asleep and opened the door. The problem was, the couple, after getting the medicine, went behind the medicine cabinet and accidentally peeked out—ah, their affair was exposed! Back then, people were old-fashioned. According to public opinion, the male doctor went to Guangdong, and the female pharmacist got married somewhere.

But now it's my turn to have an affair, and with my own colleague…

So the beginning is always sweet, but the seeds of trouble were sown from that day on…

If I could turn back time, I wouldn't regret that passionate time with her!! But

if time could turn back, and she texted me saying let's pretend nothing happened, I would definitely reply today: Okay, let's pretend nothing happened.

But time can't erase the traces of your actions.

Looking back now, once is enough, let go.

But back then, passion was raging in both of our minds, and neither of us thought about the future.

Once a woman opens her heart, she can be even more eccentric than you.

Trouble awaits me…

Life is truly unpredictable.

When you desperately pursue something, or fail to achieve it. But when the unexpected happens to you.

We were originally just ordinary colleagues, and I never imagined we could have a relationship. She was a good wife and a good mother; her husband had a bright future. She told me that her husband never stayed out overnight, and even if he did, he would call her. And I'm a good husband in my wife's eyes. Who knew we'd end up having sex? Or was it fate that brought us together? When passion overwhelms reason, that's madness…

After our passionate night together, we were like secret lovers, immersed in sweet moments. Text messages, QQ, notes—we used every communication tool imaginable. We talked about everything, endlessly, secretly filling our emptiness and loneliness with longing for each other.

But she didn't dare come to my dorm; she said she was afraid of being seen. And it was true, my dorm wasn't a safe place for casual sex. If she accidentally got seen coming down the stairs, it would be disastrous. The lesson from that male doctor and female pharmacist incident was profound. So neither of us had a second chance to make love. But we both desperately wanted to rekindle our passion…

More than a month passed like this, and then the opportunity came… My supervisor arranged for me to go to the city (regional level) for three days of training. And coincidentally, she had one day off.

I asked her opinion beforehand if she could go, and she agreed. (Women can be terrifying when they're bold!)

On the day of the training, I booked a room at a hotel in the city, gave her the address and room number, and told her to come at noon.

After class at noon, I called her and learned she was already halfway there on the shuttle bus. I rushed back to the hotel, my excitement beyond words. I turned on the TV, brushed my teeth, wore only my underwear, and placed the iced tea and other things she had asked me to buy on the bedside table. A little while later, my phone rang. It was her soft voice: "Open the door, hello."

I opened the door, she came in, and closed the door. I scooped her up in my arms and laid her on the bed, kissing her passionately. A month of waiting! She held my head tightly, and we kissed and rolled around...all our desires coalescing into a frenzy.

We caressed each other passionately, and I removed her top and bra. Now, in broad daylight, I could see her breasts clearly. A woman who has given birth doesn't usually have very large nipples, but her breasts were incredibly white. I suckled one of her nipples, while my other hand touched her other breast—so soft, so incredibly soft. Her nipple stood erect, and I kept touching and sucking, moving from one to the other, touching one after another. Her eyes were on me. I kissed her lips again, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked hard, and she closed her eyes tightly, savoring everything...

When I took off her pants, she was completely naked. She didn't have much pubic hair, just a scar on her stomach, which she said was from surgery during childbirth. Her labia minora weren't very dark either. I kissed her stomach, and she giggled, tickling.

Just as I was about to press myself against her, she asked, "Have you washed?"

I shook my head.

She said, "Then let's wash together; I'm afraid of sweat."

She was a very clean woman.

Reluctantly, I went into the bathroom with her and we started washing. She applied wash to my penis and then applied a lot to her pubic hair. As she washed my penis, it was already erect at a 120-degree angle after her repeated scrubbing. To be honest, my penis wasn't very long (she later told me that her husband's was longer than mine). I also washed her vulva and rubbed her labia. After washing and drying her, we went back to bed together. She snuggled into the covers, and I pounced on her. We kissed passionately again, this time less frantically than before, a gentle kiss, and she was completely absorbed. Soon, I kissed her breasts, and after a while, my penis became very hard. I parted her legs and penetrated her. I thrust gently, her hands on my shoulders, her eyes gazing at me with dreamy eyes. I loved her gaze at that moment, the gaze of a woman completely absorbed.

After a while, worried that I might get tired, she suggested we change positions. She was on top, she took my penis, and then gently moved it up and down. I rubbed her breasts with my hands; the feeling was wonderful.

Then we kept changing positions. She knelt and I thrust from behind; she slept beside me and I thrust from the front; she slept and I spread one of her legs and thrust from the side…

Soon she climaxed, tightly hugging my buttocks, not letting me move. I waited for her to subside a bit, then increased the speed and force of my thrusts. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. Later, we washed up and went back to bed, lying naked. She touched my limp penis, and I touched her breasts. We talked for a long time, mostly about our private lives. She told me how her husband treated her, and that when she got home from resting, they had to have sex, sometimes even during her period. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her; she was serving her husband and now she was serving me. This kind of love moved me deeply.

I also shared some of my private thoughts, about my wife, and she listened attentively. Then I told her some funny stories from the hospital, which made her laugh. I also asked her if she liked oral sex, and she said she couldn't accept it. I told her my wife was the same; she'd never given me oral sex, and I hadn't made any demands about that.

And so, we enjoyed this rare moment of intimacy. Because we both knew that after this, we didn't know when we'd have another chance.

Amidst our flirting and caresses, my little brother quickly became hard again. This time, we went even wilder, trying every position imaginable. Having already ejaculated once, this time it lasted much longer. We went from the bed to the sofa, then stood and held her while thrusting, then sat her on the TV stand, and I calmly thrust in and out from the front, watching my penis go in and out of her. Finally, I carried her back to the bed and ejaculated with a powerful thrust. Her genitals were completely white, and the sheets were soaked.

I was so tired that I didn't concentrate on my afternoon classes. What surprised me even more was that as she was leaving, she came back to the door and bit me hard on the chest, leaving several teeth marks. She said she wanted me to leave her mark so I would remember her forever. (Turns out she planned to bite me before she even arrived).

Many people say, "You're so lucky, you've got a secret lover, you're having a blast!" But the problem is, she's my colleague, someone I see every day.

Colleagues naturally have their own way of interacting.

I miss our life before we were together.

After our passionate encounter at the hotel, we went back to the hospital and secretly did it a few more times. We just couldn't resist the urge; we craved each other so much. We usually chose rainy nights when she came to my place.

One time in my house, we were having intense sex, it was so passionate, she was really into it too, hugging me and biting me, and I was going at it really hard and enjoying it. When I ejaculated, I didn't ask her, I just came inside her. A month later, she secretly told me she was pregnant. She took abortion pills, and those few days, because of the excessive bleeding, her face was extremely pale. I was heartbroken. Also, because I was at home those days and didn't take care of her at the hospital, she hated me a little, and she was scared. Until now, we haven't had sex, we've slowly become strangers, when we meet, we don't greet each other or say a word. Sigh, it's still the same now.

I live in the south and am in my early thirties. My family was very poor growing up. Anyone from a rural background knows how tough life was. Herding cattle, chopping firewood, planting rice, cooking… even very young children knew these things. Poor children learn to be independent early, as they say. So my parents taught me from a young age that I must study; only by getting into university could I wear leather shoes.

In my childhood, in the 1980s, a popular saying was: "Get into university and you'll wear leather shoes; don't, and you'll go home to farm and wear sandals." So I studied very hard, all the way through high school and university… I studied medicine for five years. After graduating, because my family was poor and I had no connections, I was assigned to a township health center as a very ordinary doctor. Two years later, I fell in love with a teacher, we got married, and later had a child. Our parents gave us some money to buy an apartment in the city, with a monthly mortgage of 800 yuan. My salary is 1500 yuan. The bonus was 1000, which is about 2500 yuan. My wife is a teacher and doesn't earn much; her salary is only about 1200. Life went on peacefully... When it was my day off, I would ride my motorcycle home—a men's 125cc Wuyang Honda in the city... That's how it is in the countryside. Doctors don't have weekends off; when it's your turn to rest, you can go home. Life went on peacefully...

This peace was shattered after a new female colleague joined the team.

In 2006, a new female nurse joined the hospital. Back then, township hospitals were small, with only about 40 employees, so news of new arrivals spread throughout the hospital in a single day. The new nurse had previously worked in another township, far from the city. Her husband had been transferred to the city, but she, with her lower education level, couldn't transfer there and had to come to our hospital, which was closer to the city. Her family was quite well-off; her husband owned a car, they had a house in the city, etc…

A few days later, she came to work. She looked like an ordinary person, and quite average-looking. (At that time, I never imagined anything could happen between us.)

Life was peaceful, and a year passed. Nothing happened between us, just like with other colleagues. This continued until 2007.

2007 was a bull market for Chinese stock investors, with the stock market reaching 6124 points. I bought in when it was around 2000 points and made some money (of course, now I've lost it all and am still stuck with losses, it's terrible). Back then, I had some money and bought a Nokia N73 to check stock quotes. When I wasn't seeing patients, I could take it out and look at the market. And as soon as I got off work at noon, I would go back to my dorm, turn on my computer, and trade stocks. From 1 pm onwards... I haven't rested since 3 AM.

And it all started with the computer. I bought it in 2002. It was a Celeron 4, assembled from scratch. The computer has had quite a few problems over the years, so I'm a computer expert. Many colleagues often ask me for help. Because it's a rural area, few people know anything about computers, and I've become quite the character.

She also bought a new computer in 2007, and it had many problems too. She often asked me for help, which made us even closer. Despite... I laughed it off, but I never imagined anything would happen...

And the trouble started with something else. That day, she asked me to look at her computer again, saying that the umbrella of Rising Antivirus had turned yellow. Those of us who have used Rising know that if it can't kill a virus, the umbrella turns yellow, like a cowardly turtle. Actually, it's all Trojans. Okay, I went to her dorm, worked on it for a while, and fixed it for her. Just as I was about to leave, this happened: I stood up, and she sat down. She was wearing a short-sleeved, round-neck top, and I could see her breasts through her chest. They were quite ordinary, about the same size as my wife's. (Actually, people in the South know that Southern women's breasts are very small; you could easily grab one with one hand.) Coincidentally, at that moment, she suddenly turned around, saw me looking at her chest, lowered her head to look at her neckline, and then straightened her back, so I couldn't see it anymore.

Anyone who's ever tried to peek at a woman's breasts through her neckline knows that bending over is the only way to see them. Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly asked another question—I can't remember what it was now. Anyway, I was to her left, looking at the computer, and I said, "Simple," and reached for the mouse. But then things took a turn: my hand, holding the mouse, passed right by her chest, and I accidentally touched it.

She flinched back, and I don't know if I lost my mind or what, but I turned around and grabbed her shoulder. My hand suddenly slipped inside her breast through her neckline… Folks, what a twist of fate… I still don't know what gave me the courage. I'm a man in my thirties, I've never had an affair, I only watch porn, and for years I've only been with my wife. I'm not like you guys in the sex forum who've had countless affairs and one-night stands. I've never even been to a brothel. I don't even dare touch female patients' breasts when I'm at the doctor's... I've lived for over 30 years, and this was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's breast other than my wife's. It took a lot of courage...

Speaking of which, I put my hand inside her collar and touched her breast, but it was too short. She flinched, pushed my hand up with one hand, and made a sound like "Huh." I quickly pulled my hand out, and I didn't do anything further. Seeing her angry and accusatory eyes, her face flushed, and my heart pounding like crazy, at least 120 beats per minute, I didn't know what to do. I just quickly walked away.

Leaving her house and returning to mine, I was incredibly nervous, like I was sitting on pins and needles. I didn't know what she was thinking. Our relationship should still be okay, but after touching her breast, would she still talk to me? ...The more I thought about it, the more restless I became. The mild consequence was that she would never speak to me again; the serious consequence was that we might not even be colleagues anymore. I was absent-minded all afternoon. I went to the nursing station to check on her, but she wasn't on the afternoon shift. I was so disappointed. I could only pace back and forth at the ward entrance or chat with other doctors to hide my unease.

Finally, I saw her in the cafeteria at dinner time. I was eating when she came in, glanced at me, and immediately looked away. She sat on the women's side, chatting and laughing with her female colleagues, as if nothing was wrong...Only then did I feel a little relieved.

Around 9 PM that evening, I took out my phone and texted her, "Are you angry?" At that moment, I just wanted to know what she was thinking; I just needed an answer. After a while, she replied: "I can't be angry with you." Oh, so that's what she thought. I thought she was angry. When I saw her text, I couldn't contain my joy. My heart felt like it was on cloud nine; the sky seemed bright, the sun shining... Her saying, "I can't be angry with you," wasn't that condoning my transgression? ...

Sure enough, the next day at work, when we met, she acted as if nothing had happened, and we both understood each other implicitly. She, as usual, brought me a medical record folder, and I, as usual, discussed patient issues. But—our relationship seemed to have deepened...

Days passed, and my relationship with her changed. Because I started paying more attention to her—for example, in my tone of voice, greetings, and the way I looked at her—I could tell from the way she looked at me that we were indeed heading in a dangerous direction. Nine out of ten doctors are lecherous, and one day at lunch, she was there too. Everyone started telling dirty jokes while eating. I can't remember what the jokes were, but one doctor said to me, "You're the most suitable one to touch." At that moment, I said, "I don't touch ordinary ones; if I'm going to touch someone, I'll touch the best one." I remember her body trembling slightly after I said that. What I meant was that she was the best, killing two birds with one stone. There are many, many more details, but I won't go into them all here.

Life went on day after day, but there was no progress whatsoever…

Some people say, "You work the night shift, she works the night shift, don't you have plenty of opportunities?" I want to tell you, it's very rare for us to be on the same night shift at the same time; maybe once a month. Even if it were our turn, you couldn't possibly sleep with her in the on-call room. In our hospital, in this small unit, the nurses, doctors, and obstetrics and gynecology wards have three on-call rooms connected together, and those women in obstetrics and gynecology are notorious gossips. It's simply impossible.

And then, something happened that allowed me to succeed.

It was an afternoon, everyone was at work, busy with their tasks, when suddenly an argument broke out. It came from the nursing station. When we doctors went over, we found a family arguing. Their son had a fever and needed an IV drip, but he was only a little over a year old, and they couldn't find a vein for a scalp vein. She tried several times but couldn't get the IV in. The child's parents were not ordinary people—they were powerful figures in town, operating excavators, quite wealthy, and had very bad tempers. Seeing that they couldn't get the IV in after several attempts, the parents, feeling sorry for their son, got angry and kept yelling at her. Even when we doctors arrived, the parents were still yelling at her. That's

the difficulty of being a nurse. You might get the IV in 99 out of 100 children, but if you miss one, you'll be yelled at. Actually, even the best nurses sometimes miss. Do you agree?

She initially remained silent, letting the insults flow, but then the woman hurled some very offensive insults, like "You piece of trash..." and other such things. It was really nasty, and she got angry. People have personalities, right? She retorted a few times, quite aggressively, and that escalated the situation. The woman rushed over, the older woman pushing her first, causing her to stumble back a few steps. She got angry too and pushed the woman back. This made the man even angrier, shouting and yelling, and he charged at her. I saw this and, without thinking, went to intervene. When the man saw me, he became even angrier, saying, "Who are you to her? What business is it of yours?"

Then he shoved me hard. The excavator operator was really strong, and I was caught off guard. I was pushed so hard I hit the corner of the stone platform next to me, and my back hurt terribly. To make matters worse, he shoved my nose hard with his other hand, and blood immediately started flowing from my nose. Other doctors nearby saw this and came to break

up the fight. The supervisor also came and persuaded the couple to go back. A nurse gave me a cotton swab and plugged my nose. I've always been prone to nosebleeds, so it wasn't unusual, but hitting my back on the platform hurt terribly. I struggled back to my ward and sat down. My lower body was also hurting, and I was thinking about stocks. Why not take this opportunity to sneak back to my dorm to check them? So I asked for leave and went back to my dorm to rest.

I wasn't really in any pain, so I applied some safflower oil and spent the whole day looking at stocks.

Suddenly, her text message came: "How are you? Are you still bleeding?"

My heart warmed, and I replied, "It's okay, it's stopped."

She replied again: "Thank you so much, I don't know what would have happened without you."

I replied: "It's nothing." At that moment, I felt so happy; at least I had helped her, and it felt a bit like I

was a hero saving a damsel in distress.

After finishing my stock trading, I took a nap. When it was time for dinner, I asked a doctor to get my food and take it to my dorm. After I finished eating, when he took the plate to the cafeteria, some colleagues asked how I was doing. This guy exaggerated my condition, saying I was in so much pain I couldn't stand up, and so on. He's always been a braggart (but I should thank him, otherwise it wouldn't have been true)... She overheard this, and after finishing her meal, she rushed back to her dorm and immediately called me.

I saw it was her, answered, and she said anxiously, "How badly are you hurt? "

I said, "It's nothing serious."

She said, "Dr. M said you couldn't move while lying on the bed?"

I said, "A little."

She said, "Thank you."

We chatted for a bit, but I've forgotten now.

At that moment, a bad idea suddenly flashed into my mind: why not take this opportunity to lure her here?

It was this bad idea, and it was this idea that pushed our relationship to a deeper level.

I rehearsed the whole process over and over again. How to seduce her, what to do once she arrived… Anyone who's had these experiences knows that the preparation beforehand can really keep you on edge all day.

Time passed little by little…

Around midnight, I sent her a text message. (Why a text message and not a phone call? Anyone with experience knows that for things difficult to say aloud, a text message can help.)

My text to her: "It hurts so much, I can't sleep." (Just testing the waters.)

If her phone was off, it would be a disaster.

But luckily, she replied shortly: "What should I do? Do you have any medicine?"

I replied: "I do, but I can't apply it. Come over and apply it for me." (The meaning was clear: it's so late, calling her over is dangerous. If she doesn't refuse, then we're moving to the next step. If she refuses, but her conscience bothers her, I'll be hurt because of her.)

I guess she was conflicted too, because she didn't reply for a long time. My feelings at that moment (those of you who have experienced this, you know how anxious and complicated you feel, right?), I was holding my phone and waiting.

After a long time, she finally replied: "Okay, leave the door open." (Thank God, thank God, it worked!) (It turns out she had thought about it for a long time, and had almost given up, but her conflicting feelings led her to take this step. This is what she told me later.)

I immediately went out of the living room and opened the door.

Let me tell you about our dormitory building. It's three stories high, and I live on the second floor in a separate two-bedroom, one-living room apartment. There are no streetlights, the stairs are dark, and the people across the hall rarely stay out at night, so the people on the first floor should be asleep by now. She lives in a single room not far away, very close by.

I went back to bed and deliberately lay down.

A moment later, the door opened. The living room was dark; I hadn't turned on the lights, only the bedroom light was on. She tiptoed into my room, wearing a short-sleeved nightgown, the green floral type, and short pajama bottoms. Her white thighs were visible. I immediately tensed up. (I read an article that said 20% of men feel desire when they see a woman in pajamas. I'm one of those people; I wonder if any of my fellow sex enthusiasts are like that?)

She asked me softly, "How are you?"

I deliberately said, "It hurts here."

She picked up some safflower oil from the bedside table and started applying it to me. Since she didn't have cotton swabs, she used both hands. It felt so good; my penis was even aroused. I didn't dare turn around.

But all the plans I had made—how to pull her down onto the bed, how to hug her, how to... I couldn't do any of them now. (Those who have had similar experiences will understand.) At that time, I was also very nervous. I wanted to make a move, but I was conflicted. Just like your first time, nervousness, fear, desire, and other feelings were all mixed together. My hands were trembling, and I just couldn't do it. The only thing you could do was answer irrelevant questions. I can't even remember the questions she asked me. The

only thing I remember is that after she finished applying the product, she said, "I have to go."

Then she turned around and walked out of the living room.

At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly rushed out and, just as she was about to open the door, I hugged her from behind, closed the living room door with one hand, and then led her into my room.

In the darkness, she probably never expected me to do this. She kept pulling my hands away, pleading softly, "Let go...yes...let go..."

Her resistance was useless. I quickly put her on the bed, and she covered her chest with her hands, seemingly saying something to get her to move...anyway, I forgot.

I pounced on her, first kissing her lips fiercely, but she wouldn't open her mouth. (I just don't understand how other guys can kiss a strange woman so readily). Her lips remained closed, her eyes tightly shut; you could tell she was very nervous. I kissed her cheek, just a few kisses here and there, and she dodged away a few times. At this point, she wasn't resisting much…

I pulled her clothes up, revealing her bra. She tried to cover her chest with her hands, but it was no use. I forcefully pulled her hands away, and she struggled. Finally, I pulled the bra off, revealing her breasts. They weren't very big, but the nipples were small, unlike my wife's. She immediately covered her breasts again, trying to pull her clothes down. I wonder if any of my sexual friends have had this experience? Women are always like this, aren't they? Don't they always try to cover themselves up the first time?

At this point, I was so confused that I didn't allow her to protect herself anymore, and I forcefully pulled her clothes all the way up.

She was a very fair-skinned woman, with very white and alluring breasts. Just as I was about to kiss her breasts, she whispered, "Turn off the lights!"

Oh, she meant it clearly. Turn off the lights, she acquiesced.

I turned off the lights, and in the darkness, I positioned her and slowly took off her clothes, kissing her. This time she didn't shut up, letting me kiss her. All I could hear was everyone's rapid breathing. My hands caressed her breasts; they were so soft, and my penis felt like it was on fire.

I kissed her breasts again, playing with them. Her nipples were erect and hard, like large dates. But it all happened quickly, not for long.

I took off her pajama bottoms, and then her underwear too. Then I stripped myself naked.

I parted her legs, found the entrance, and thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging fully into her. She let out a muffled moan.

She was already soaking wet. (Any female sex enthusiasts here? Have you ever experienced this? Is it more exciting to be touched by a strange man? Why does my wife always need several minutes of foreplay to get wet?)

Her vagina was very moist, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly thrust in and out, and she continued to moan softly. (I don't understand, are the actresses in porn really that aroused? Why do they moan so loudly?)

Then, something unexpected happened: she pressed my head down with both hands and kissed my lips. She was wild, kissing me fiercely. It seems women can't control themselves when they're excited. We were kissing passionately… our tongues intertwined, her tongue slipping into my mouth, which I sucked on wildly. We were really wild when we got going.

As we kissed, I slowly thrust in and out. Her legs were already wide open, offering no resistance at all.

I lifted her buttocks with both hands. To be honest, her buttocks were fleshy and soft. I supported her buttocks, my chest pressing against her soft breasts. With her legs spread, I increased my speed and force, thrusting hard into her. She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, letting out a muffled moan.

I sped up, making her wetness splash as I pumped, squeezing her buttocks. She clung tightly to my chest. After a while, my sympathetic nerves tingled, and with one final, powerful thrust, my semen shot into her vagina…

She held me tightly, breathing heavily. I held her back, pressing against her soft breasts.

A moment later, my penis shrank, and there was a lot of fluid around it. She whispered, “Where are the tissues?”

My tissues were in the bathroom.

She said the water would soil your bed.

I said it was okay.

I pulled out my penis and ran naked to the bathroom to get some tissues for her.

Soon, we were both dry. She carefully tidied herself up and left.

Finally, our first time ended like that.

The next day, everyone went to work, and we all kept quiet, acting as usual. But

I could tell she was very happy, constantly chatting and laughing with her colleagues… Later I found out she had just finished her period and didn't need to worry about being pregnant.

But she sent me a text message: "Let's just leave it at that. Let's pretend nothing happened and act like nothing ever happened."

I replied: "Don't do that, I miss you

." She didn't reply. It was clear she didn't want it to end like that either.

In our small workplace, it's been a long time since we've had someone having an affair like me. The earliest example is from the 90s, a female pharmacist and a male doctor had an affair. The female pharmacist and the male doctor had been having an affair for a long time; the man was married, and the woman was single. They were both very careful, but they were eventually discovered. That night, in the middle of the night, the male doctor sneaked into the female pharmacy and did it there. But coincidentally, nothing happened before, but that night things went wrong. Around that time, another colleague's child had a stomachache in the middle of the night, and the couple went to the pharmacy to get medicine. The adulterous man hid behind the medicine cabinet, and the adulterous woman pretended to be asleep and opened the door. The problem was, the couple took the medicine and went behind the medicine cabinet, accidentally glancing inside—ah, their affair was exposed! Back then, our thinking was old-fashioned. In everyone's opinion, the male doctor went to Guangdong, and the female pharmacist got married somewhere.

But now it's my turn to have an affair, and with my own colleague…

They say beginnings are always sweet, but the seeds of trouble were sown from that day on…

If I could turn back time, I wouldn't regret that passionate encounter with her!!!

But if I could turn back time, and she texted me saying let's pretend nothing happened, I would definitely reply: Okay, let's pretend nothing happened.

But time can't erase the traces of your actions.

Looking back now, once is enough; I should be satisfied and let go.

But back then, passion was raging in both of our minds; who hasn't thought about the future?

Once a woman opens her heart, she's even more ruthless than you.

Trouble awaits me…

Life is truly an unpredictable thing.

When you desperately pursue something, or fail to achieve it, and then something unexpected happens to you...

We were just ordinary colleagues, and I never imagined we'd end up together. She was a good wife and mother; her husband had a bright future. She told me he never stayed out overnight, and even if he did, he'd call her. And I was a good husband in my wife's eyes. Who knew we'd end up together? Or was it fate that brought us together? When passion overwhelms reason, that's madness...

After our passionate night together, we were like secret lovers, immersed in sweet moments. Text messages, QQ, notes—we used every communication tool imaginable. We talked about everything, endlessly, secretly filling our emptiness and loneliness with longing for each other.

But she didn't dare come to my dorm; she said she was afraid someone would see her. Indeed, my dorm wasn't a good place for casual sex. If she accidentally got seen coming down the stairs, it would be terrible. The lesson from that male doctor and female pharmacist incident was profound. So neither of us had a second chance to make love. But we both desperately craved passion again…

More than a month passed like this, and then the opportunity came… My supervisor arranged for me to go to the city (regional level) for three days of training. And coincidentally, she had one day off.

I asked her opinion beforehand if she could go, and she agreed. (Women can be terrifying when they're bold!)

On the day of the training, I booked a room at a hotel in the city, gave her the address and room number, and told her to come at noon.

After class at noon, I called her and learned she was already halfway there on the shuttle bus. I rushed back to the hotel, my excitement beyond words. I turned on the TV, brushed my teeth, and put on only my underwear. I placed the iced tea and other things she had asked me to buy on the bedside table. A moment later, my phone rang. It was her soft voice: "Open the door, hello."

I opened the door, she came in, and closed it. I picked her up and put her on the bed, kissing her passionately. A month of waiting! She held my head tightly, and we kissed wildly...tumbled around...all our desires crystallized into madness in that moment.

We caressed each other passionately, and I took off her top and bra. This time, in broad daylight, I could see her breasts clearly. Women who have given birth don't usually have very large nipples, but her breasts were incredibly white. I suckled on one of her nipples, while my other hand caressed her other breast—it was so soft, so incredibly soft. Her nipple stood erect, and I kept touching and sucking, moving from one to the other, touching one after another. Her eyes were on me. I kissed her lips again, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked hard, and she closed her eyes tightly, enjoying everything…

When I pulled down her pants, she was completely naked. She didn't have much pubic hair, just a scar on her stomach. She said it was a scar from surgery she had during childbirth. Her labia minora weren't very dark either. I kissed her stomach, and she giggled, tickling.

Just as I was about to press myself against her, she asked, "Have you washed?"

I shook my head.

She said, "Let's shower together, I'm afraid of sweat."

She's a very clean woman.

Reluctantly, I went into the bathroom with her and we started showering. She applied wash to my penis, and then applied a lot to her pubic hair as well. While she was washing my penis, it was already erect at a 120-degree angle after her repeated scrubbing. To be honest, my penis isn't very long (she later told me that her husband's is longer than mine). I also washed her vulva and rubbed her labia. After we finished washing and drying off, we went back to bed together. She snuggled into the covers, and I pounced on her. We kissed passionately again, but this time it wasn't as wild as before; it was a gentle kiss, and she was very absorbed. After a while, I kissed her breasts, and after a while, my penis became very hard. I parted her legs and inserted myself. I thrust gently, her hands on my shoulders, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me. I loved her gaze then, the look of a woman completely absorbed.

After a while, worried I was getting tired, she suggested we change positions. She was on top, I was on the bottom, she took my penis in, and then gently moved it up and down. I rubbed her breasts with my hands; the feeling was wonderful.

Then we kept changing positions. She knelt and I thrust from behind, she lay beside me and I thrust from the front, she lay on her stomach and I parted one of her legs and thrust from the side…

Soon she climaxed, tightly hugging my buttocks, not letting me move. I waited for her to subside a little, then increased the speed and force of my thrusts, and just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. After we showered and went back to bed, we lay naked. She touched my limp penis, and I touched her breasts. We talked for a long time, mostly about our private lives. She told me how her husband treated her, how he always wanted to have sex with her when she got home, even during her period. I felt sorry for her; she was serving her husband and now she wanted to serve me too. This kind of love moved me deeply.

I also shared some of my own private life, about my wife, and she listened attentively. Then I told her some funny stories from the hospital, which made her laugh. I asked her if she liked oral sex, and she said she couldn't accept it. I told her my wife was the same; she had never given me oral sex, and I hadn't made any demands about that.

And so, we enjoyed this rare moment of intimacy. Because we both knew that after this, we didn't know when we'd be able to do it again.

Amidst our flirting and touching, my little brother quickly got hard again. This time we played even more wildly, trying every position imaginable. Having already ejaculated once, this time it lasted much longer. We went from the bed to the sofa, then stood and held her while thrusting, then put her on the TV stand and sat her down, calmly thrusting in and out from the front, watching my penis go in and out of her. Later, I carried her back to the bed and finally ejaculated with a powerful thrust. Her genitals were completely white, and the sheets were soaked.

I was so tired that I didn't even concentrate on my afternoon classes. What surprised me even more was that as she was leaving, she came back to the door and bit me hard on the chest, leaving several teeth marks. She said she wanted me to leave her mark so I would remember her forever. (Turns out she had planned to bite me when she came.)

Many people said, "You're lucky, you've got a secret lover, you're having a great time!" But the problem is, she's my colleague whom I see every day.

Colleagues naturally have their own way of interacting.

I miss our life before we had a relationship.

After our passionate encounter at the hotel, we returned to the hospital and secretly made love a few more times. We just couldn't resist the urge and craved each other so much. We usually chose rainy nights when she came to my place.

One time in my house, we were having intense sex, it was so passionate, she was really into it too, hugging me and biting me, and I was going at it really hard and enjoying it. When I ejaculated, I didn't ask her, I just came inside her. A month later, she secretly told me she was pregnant. She took abortion pills, and those few days, because of the excessive bleeding, her face was extremely pale. I was heartbroken. Also, because I was at home those days and didn't take care of her at the hospital, she hated me a little, and she was scared. Until now, we haven't had sex, we've slowly become strangers, when we meet, we don't greet each other or say a word. Sigh, it's still the same now.

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