A true account of the thrill of my first affair

A True Account of the Thrill of My First Infidelity:
A true account of my first affair, my first physical contact with another woman. Afterwards, when we talked about our first experience, she liked to lean on me, saying she especially enjoyed the passion of that first time.
It happened in 2005. I had known the woman in this story for a while because of work, and we often chatted on QQ and had opportunities to eat together. She was married with a young child, but she maintained a good figure and was quite tall. Every time I saw her walking from behind, I fantasized about having sex with her from behind, so I was always restless and aroused. The day before the incident, my office computer couldn't connect to the internet, so on Saturday the 17th, I woke up to a message from her saying that a client had called urgently asking her to handle some website matters, so she was at the company. Her company had closed for the day before, and the bosses had gone home for the Mid-Autumn Festival (the 18th was the 19th), so I couldn't suppress my desires and went to her office. What followed included me going back to my girlfriend's house, activating her global roaming service at the mobile service center (we were planning to travel during the National Day holiday), and buying her a bag of "Heart Pet" cookies for breakfast. Then I went to her company to help her with her website. After that, I went to KFC and bought two boxes of Portuguese egg tarts advertised on TV, plus a box of spicy chicken wings, before returning to her office.
The website issue started with modifications based on the client's requirements. She was using her own computer, and I was on another one. She was chatting with another man who had a crush on her. I was a little angry at her attitude, unable to firmly reject him. Then the man made a phone call, and watching them chat made me feel a pang of sadness. Then she asked me on QQ if all men, besides their wives, liked to find other women. I said not all men are like that. She asked if I was that kind of person, and I said I wasn't. She just laughed. I asked her why she was laughing, but she wouldn't say. Perhaps because we had often joked around on QQ recently, she sensed that I liked her. Then, after the client's work was almost finished, she thanked me on QQ and sent a kiss emoji. I said I didn't want a fake one, I wanted a real one. Then she laughed and said, "Then come on." I said, "Don't tease me, I really can do it." She said, "Didn't you just say you weren't that type of man?" I could only laugh awkwardly. At that moment, she called from home and said she was done and had to go home. By then, my heart had been stirred by her, how could I let her leave so soon? So I said there was a small mistake in the client's layout. She asked where it was, so I went to her side and asked her to open the website. After she opened it, I pointed to the screen and said there was a small problem with the layout in that area. Then she squatted down in front of the keyboard, and I stood behind her, using the mouse with my right hand and the keyboard with my left hand along her shoulder. After I fixed it, she tested it.
I was standing behind her at that moment. She was wearing a black dress that day. From my angle, I was looking at the computer screen, and when I looked away, I saw a black bra and her white breasts through the neckline of her dress. My mind went blank; my breathing became rapid. I quickly looked away, afraid she would notice. But I couldn't help looking again and again. I kept looking while she was using the computer. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to hug her and kiss her breasts. Then she stood up and told me she had to go home. I stood behind her without saying a word, my heart pounding. I was terrified she would leave like that, but I didn't have the courage to tell her how I felt. She started packing her files. I couldn't control myself anymore and opened my arms to hug her. I felt her tremble, and then neither of us moved or spoke. The room was silent. Then she spoke, "Silly, don't do this." I still held her tightly and mustered my courage to say, "I love you." Then I kissed her neck from behind. Then she turned her head and looked at me, and I looked at her too. We couldn't help but lean in together, and I started kissing her passionately.
I was surprised by her enthusiasm and initiative; it felt like she needed me more than I needed her. She hugged me tighter, as if we wanted to become one. We stood there kissing for several minutes, our mouths full of saliva. Then my hands started to wander, gently stroking her back, then moving to the front to touch her breasts. Because of her bra, it didn't feel very good, but I was still excited. Yes, after so long, I was finally touching the woman I had always dreamed of at such close range.
I moved my hands down, slowly lifting her skirt, unhooking her bra from behind, and then, trembling, covered her breasts with my hands. Women who have given birth have breasts that are a little saggy, but large; one hand couldn't cover them. When I ran my fingernails across her breasts, I felt her whole body tremble. I gently kneaded them with my hands; they were soft and felt very comfortable. She obediently unzipped her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her breasts. So white. The nipples were a darker color, slightly erect, with a playful look. I couldn't resist bending down, pressing my head against hers, and licking her breasts with my tongue. She held my head tightly.
Then I became restless, using techniques from articles I'd read online to lick her breasts, teasing her, my hands sliding up and down, kneading her breasts and thighs. While my hands caressed her breasts, my tongue moved up and down her body. Then I licked her neck, including the sensitive areas on her shoulders, her face, nose, eyes, forehead, and ears.
She was already aroused, radiating the unique scent of a mature woman, a faint fragrance that stimulated my nostrils. My hands moved down, slowly tracing the inside of her thighs. I occasionally pressed my fingers against her underwear. Her breathing quickened, her hands moving over my body, lifting my clothes, rubbing her breasts against my skin, and she began to moan softly. I moved my right hand behind her back, inside her underwear, and started touching her buttocks. They were so smooth. My left hand lingered on her inner thigh, and our mouths were constantly moving, tasting each other's saliva. Then I gently pulled
her underwear down. She suddenly snapped out of it, tried to push me away, closed her eyes, and said, "Fool, no! You have a girlfriend. You can't do anything to betray her." I didn't say anything, just removed her hand and continued holding her. Then I said, "I really like you. You should be able to feel it." She didn't say anything, just held me and let me pull down her underwear. I started arousing her again. Hehe, she's a woman who gets aroused very easily. I gently stroked her vulva with my right hand. It was so wet. I could tell she wanted it, so I said to her, "I want it." She didn't say anything, just nodded. I was so excited. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. Then I started unbuckling my belt and pulled my pants down (not completely). We stood there, embracing each other, my erect penis rubbing against her vulva, but not inside. To be honest, I didn't expect to have her completely on the first try; this was enough. Then I noticed she was more into it than I was, constantly writhing, trying to stimulate her more. So I took my right hand down and used it to stimulate her penis outside her vagina. We did this for about two minutes, then I said to her, "Sit down, I want to go in, okay?" She mumbled okay, so I lifted her onto a chair. I leaned forward, pressing my hands against the sides of the chair, and pressed my body against her. My penis was still outside, not inside yet. We lingered like this for another minute or so when her phone rang. It was a call from home asking her to prepare food for the Mid-Autumn Festival the next day. Ugh. She snapped back to reality, putting her hands on my shoulders and trying to push me away, saying, "Don't do this, or we'll both be embarrassed later." At that moment, my mind was filled with passionate images; I couldn't possibly agree to her request.
I said, "If you leave like this, you'll never have another chance." She said I was a fool, that there would be other opportunities. I said, "Don't lie to me. Maybe you won't even recognize me when you go to work on Monday." She laughed and said no, you're such a silly goose. I could only say we should hug for a few more minutes. She agreed, so she stood up, and I hugged her and started a new round of kissing. She immediately got into the mood again, hugging me tightly and rubbing our genitals together. So I lifted her up, her buttocks partially on the table, her legs spread apart on the chair, and then, after adjusting the position, my penis went in halfway with a soft "plop." She shuddered again, letting out a soft "ah," and hugged me even tighter. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, I want you now, I want you so much." I felt her nod, so I stood up and began the most primal human action.
It was probably my first time doing something like this, and it felt so exciting and stimulating. I felt like I was going to ejaculate after only a few minutes of penetration. When she saw me speed up my thrusting, she told me it was a safe period. I understood and kissed her passionately, my penis continuing to thrust without stopping. Finally, amidst her moans, I released all the semen I had been saving for months into her uterus. After ejaculating, I was reluctant to pull out, so I let my penis slowly soften inside her vagina. I held her and kissed her for a few more minutes. She kept holding me, saying she didn't want to leave, but I couldn't. Her family called again, and she said she had to go. So we separated, cleaned up our rooms, and reluctantly left with her.
After seeing her downstairs, I went back to my office. Apparently, the office computer was working again today, and my colleagues had been playing games all day. About 20 minutes later, I couldn't resist calling her. She had already bought groceries and was on her way to catch her ride. I asked her if she was hungry or tired. She just kept giggling and said she had eaten a lot of my saliva. Then she said we could chat online that night.
Finally, evening arrived, and I suddenly saw she was online on QQ. I quickly sent her a message, but she only replied with a smiley face. I asked if she was busy, and she said no. Then I asked if she was tired, and she said no. Seeing her indifferent attitude, I suddenly felt very disappointed.
The next day, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival, was the hardest day. I went to a friend's house for dinner and then went back to the office. I didn't see her online. I wanted to call her but was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so I forced myself to watch a few movies in the office while missing her.
Of course, after returning to work on Monday, our relationship became closer than before. Later, I asked her why she hadn't responded to me before. She said she was afraid of the consequences, afraid that both of our families would be affected, and more importantly, afraid that I would betray my girlfriend. She said that she had taken a shower for more than an hour that night, wanting to wash away all the dirt on her body. But when she finished showering, she realized that I had already entered her life, and she didn't want me to leave her. As for Sunday, relatives came to visit, and after dinner, they went to the park. She was tired in the evening, so she went to bed early.
Now I understand why she accepted me so easily. My casual acts of care always touched her deeply. However, the age gap made her feel we were impossible, which led her to occasionally avoid me. She told me that her sex life with her husband was always unsatisfactory. During intercourse, she felt she was only fulfilling her duties as a wife, unable to experience pleasure, let alone orgasm. I also knew I was the second man in her life, but in bed, she gave me more than she gave her husband. Compared to her and her husband, who always used the same two positions—either she or he—she always hoped he would finish quickly, saying it was always exhausting. With me, however, she felt happy, passionate, and easily aroused. We had many happy moments together—on the bed, on the floor, on the desk, in the chair, and even in the shower—including her first oral sex, which was with me.
(The End)

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