Sex while drunk

Is alcohol good or bad? For me, it's really hard to tell. While people in the construction industry are generally considered heavy drinkers, I've never touched it—maybe it's genetic!

But one incident introduced me to it, made me understand it, and changed my life, giving me a new purpose. What was that incident? Read on to find out. Here's the story:

She's my girlfriend; I can't reveal her name, but you can call her Xiao Zhang. We work at the same company. She's a girl (or a woman, since she's not a virgin) six years older than me. For some reason, we got together.

She's a cheerful and gentle girl, and I don't know why I'm so captivated by her. I'm truly happy with her.

But, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk." Before we were together, she told me about her past. She had been deceived by a man before—emotionally, physically, financially, everything. I was deeply moved by her honesty and wanted to take care of her, to prevent her from being deceived again. That was my true feeling. But in the end, instead of her being deceived, I was the one who was deceived.

About a year into our relationship, rumors suddenly spread from the company that she was having an affair with the manager, that she was his lover. Of course, no one would let me know, but "there's no smoke without fire."

At that time, she was taking self-study courses, attending evening classes. Before, she would always come home promptly after class, but lately she was always late, or she would call, saying she was at a classmate's house.

If the rumors about her affair with the manager hadn't surfaced, I don't think I would have cared too much, but now it was different, because no man can tolerate that excuse. So, I secretly followed her.

Sure enough, after following her for a few days, the manager would pick her up after class every day and then have dinner with her. I asked her about it before, but she denied it. I thought to myself, if there's nothing going on between you two, I'll just keep a close eye on you.

But that day, when I was following her, I called her right after she finished class and asked, "When are you coming back?"

She replied that she wasn't going back today, she was going to a classmate's house. My heart started to race inexplicably; I felt nervous and heartbroken. Actually, I was hiding near the school gate, in a relatively secluded spot.

A little while later, I saw her come out, looking around as if searching for something! It seemed like she had already noticed I was following her.

Seeing that nothing seemed amiss, she walked along the road to a small, dark alley and got into her car. I didn't follow her closely, afraid of being discovered. A moment later, the car backed out, and I recognized it as the manager's car. Not knowing where they were going, I quickly hailed a taxi and followed.

Later, I saw the manager's car drive to a hotel, park, and the manager and her got out. The manager's right arm was around her as they walked towards the hotel.

Seeing them laughing and talking, it certainly matched the rumors at the company. My heart ached. I desperately wanted to stop them, but I couldn't move an inch. As they approached the hotel entrance, I saw the manager put his hand on her buttocks and pat it. Xiao Zhang didn't object and leaned into the manager's arms, looking very intimate. You can imagine how I felt at that moment.

I couldn't do anything but watch. I stood at the hotel entrance waiting for them to come out. I waited there from 9:36 PM until 11:20 PM, but they didn't come out. That's when I finally understood what they were doing.

At this moment, I felt surprisingly calm. I took out my phone and called her, but it was switched off. I felt dizzy and didn't know what to do. Waiting here would only lead to the same result. I walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and said "Rolling Stone" as I got in.

"Rolling Stone"—a well-known disco in Beijing. I had been there a few times before, but those were back when it was still in Chaoyang Park. When I arrived at "Rolling Stone," I found that it had moved to Sanlitun. Before, I always came to disco with colleagues or friends. They drank alcohol, and I drank soft drinks because they knew I didn't drink, so they didn't force me. Entering

"Rolling Stone," it was already crowded. I found a spot, ordered a drink, and sat down, thinking about what had just happened. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. I wondered what they were doing? Were they rolling around on the bed, the manager's penis going in and out of Xiao Zhang's vagina?

Or was Xiao Zhang sitting on the manager's lap, vigorously swaying her buttocks to maximize the stimulation of his penis on her senses? Was the manager's hand on her buttocks or breasts, rubbing them forcefully? Ugh! I really don't dare to think any further. My head hurts, I'm dizzy, my heart aches, I feel so miserable.

Just as I was wondering what to do, a woman came over and asked me, "Brother, can I sit down for a bit? Can you buy me a drink?"

I looked up and saw that she was a woman who worked at "Rolling Stone." She looked not only young, but very young. She looked to be only 17 or 18. Actually, when I first came here, my colleagues all had women with them, but I never did, because at that time, my mind was only on Xiao Zhang. What would it feel like to have a woman with me? I really don't know, but I know very well the rules here: a woman charges 100 yuan per hour for chatting, dancing, and drinking, and an extra 100 yuan for overnight stays.

If that thing hadn't happened today, I don't think I would have done what I did. I counted the money in my pocket; I had about 5,000 yuan left. This was originally intended for buying a gift for Xiao Zhang, but it seems I won't need it now. Forget everything! Tonight, let me be crazy for my youth!

I looked at her, invited her to sit down, and asked what she wanted to drink.

She looked at me and said, "Brother, feeling down? Having a drink might help!"

"Oh? Really?" Before she could answer, I called the waiter over and had him bring six bottles of beer, totaling 180 yuan. Normally, I would never waste money like that, but tonight I didn't feel the pinch at all.

"Brother, isn't this too much?"

"Is it? Ha! You're right, I'm in a bad mood today. You don't need to do anything, just have a drink with me and chat. I won't shortchange you! Help me find a quiet place; I just want to talk to someone!"

She didn't say anything, but led me to the performance hall inside "Rolling Stones." It was relatively quiet there, a place for performances. After we went in, we found a private room and sat down, slowly starting to chat.

Originally, neither of us had ever drunk alcohol. We only found out during our conversation. But the two of us not only finished all six bottles of beer, but also ordered four more. We drank them all, leaving nothing behind. Before, I had never talked to a girl like this. Today, I felt like a different person, telling her everything, even the events of the day. And she, in turn, told me a lot.

Yang Mengyun—that was her name. The girl is from Sichuan and is a freshman in college. She came from Sichuan to study here. Her family is quite poor, and her father is currently ill and hospitalized. She is a very filial girl and is very aware of her family's difficulties. Knowing that her father was sick, she called home to tell them that she was doing well in Beijing, tutoring in addition to her studies, and also working part-time. She also mentioned that she had a wealthy boyfriend who treated her very well, reassuring her family that she would not neglect her studies and that she sent money home every month.

Actually, by this point, I understood quite well. I asked her if she had dropped out of school, but she didn't say. She only said that she didn't have a boyfriend, and she couldn't send the money she earned home to pay for her father's medical treatment

. She said she had no choice but to do this. After talking with her for so long, we both felt like we had known each other for a long time. Before we knew it, the performance was over, and everyone had left to go clubbing. We were

both a little tipsy as we walked out. In our drunken stupor, we somehow ended up in a room. Because we were both so drunk, we lay down on the bed.

She was even more intoxicated and had no idea what she was doing. I just saw her close her eyes and slowly unbutton her clothes, starting to undress in front of me.

Soon, she was only wearing a bra and a white thong. She probably hadn't drunk alcohol before, because she not only took off all her clothes in front of a complete stranger like me, but also spread her legs. Her dark pubic area was already showing through her white panties, with a few sparse pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

It looked so alluring!

Actually, I'd drunk quite a bit too, but I'm a man, much better than her in a way. I'm not a pervert, much less a beast who preys on young girls, but I'm a normal man, and not much older than her. Seeing this, I couldn't control my reaction. My penis was hard, swollen, the head pressing painfully against my pants. It was as if it had finally seen its long-lost little sister. Looking at her, I unconsciously put my hand on my penis,

gently stroking it through my pants. My eyes were fixed on her lying on the bed, her bra off, her breasts suddenly bursting out, giving me a heavy blow.

After talking to her for so long, I felt sorry for her and even considered her a friend. If you hadn't felt that way, I think we could have been very good friends. But you're all naked, and I'm in a really bad mood today. I'm sorry, I need to let it out, otherwise I'll suffocate, I'll go crazy. I will definitely help you with your situation.

Thinking of this, I could no longer control my emotions. In a few quick movements, I stripped off all my clothes and pounced on her. She still didn't wake up.

I grabbed her 36D breasts with both hands and started kneading them hard.

"Mmm...mmm!..." She could feel it when I kneaded her breasts, but she just didn't open her eyes.

While I was kneading, I put her right nipple in my mouth. Soon, the red nipple stood up, and it was quite large. It seems she's a very sensitive woman. Slowly, my hand slid down, and in the blink of an eye, it reached her vulva. I placed my hand on her swollen mound and gently stroked it, my middle finger sliding down the crevice between her labia. Soon, I could feel it was wet; it was already showing through her white panties, leaving a damp trail. I couldn't

control my hand; I abruptly slipped it from her abdomen, through her panties, and placed it directly on her vulva, stroking it. It was already very wet. I placed my hand on her clitoris and gently rubbed it. Soon, her clitoris became as hard as my penis. Her legs were involuntarily opening and closing repeatedly.

Seeing her reaction, I thought to myself, "You're really sensitive!" At that moment, morality completely vanished from my mind. I took my hands out and placed them under her buttocks, grabbing her panties and pulling them down. She seemed to sense it, closing her legs to prevent me from taking them off, but I was burning with lust. No matter what she did, I pulled her panties down. Now she was completely naked, her entire genitals exposed before my eyes. Pink, like a virgin's.

"Mmm... hum... mmm..." I didn't know what was wrong with her; it sounded like she was crying, sobbing, and laughing at the same time—her expression was very complex. But I couldn't care less about that now. I got on the bed, spread her legs, and, holding my penis in my right hand, tried to push it into her vagina.

My penis pressed against her vulva, intending to penetrate all at once, but I couldn't get it in. She was still very dry. I had no choice but to rub the head of my penis against her labia

. Slowly, her vaginal fluid increased, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina and slowly inserted it.

"Damn it, why is it so tight? There's already so much juice! Ugh!" I cursed inwardly. I used a little more force and finally managed to push the head of my penis in.

"No...no!..." With a scream, she woke up.

So that's how women are. No matter how drunk they are, once your thing enters them, they'll immediately sober up. But I couldn't control myself anymore. If I had to pull out now, I'd rather be killed.

"What are you doing? Ah...it hurts...come out...get off...it hurts!" she cried, pounding my chest with her hands.

But I really couldn't control myself. I held her waist tightly with both hands, and with a thrust of my hips, my penis went in a little further, hitting something soft. My heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Hahaha, could she be a virgin?"

Because my girlfriend wasn't a virgin, I had no idea what a hymen was.

"No...no...it hurts...it hurts...!"

I was thinking, should I go in? I was still thinking about that at a time like this? Ugh!

Then I thought, no way. What virgin is a prostitute at Rolling Stone? Besides, I'm already inside her. If I could control myself, would I still be a man? I knew she was in pain, I knew tears were streaming down her face, but at that moment, all my tenderness vanished. With a thrust of my hips, my penis slid all the way in.

"Ah…it hurts…!" she cried, and then she fainted.

Oh my god! How could this happen? Could it be…?

I was going to stop here, but even if she was a virgin, I'd already lost her. There was no future for me and Xiao Zhang. If you really were a virgin, I'd treat you well.

Thinking this, I stopped thinking further, because my penis was starting to act on its own, thrusting into her vagina again and again. Slowly, she woke up from my thrusts.

"You...ah...you...you pervert...ah..." Tears streamed down her face as she pounded her fists against my chest. Under my powerful thrusts, she couldn't even speak coherently.

I didn't know what to say to her. While I was having sex with her, I kept thinking about what to do after it was over. Ha! At a time

like this, I was still thinking about that? Never mind, I'll just let it all out first. Maybe it was the imbalance in my heart. While I was having sex with her, for some reason, I kept thinking, was the manager also having sex with Xiao Zhang like I was? Xiao Zhang never cried out under me, but under the manager, he cried out non-stop? Was his penis bigger than mine? Fuck you! My imbalance caused me to disregard Yang Mengyun's feelings, but precisely because of this, Yang Mengyun's resistance weakened, slowly turning into moans, her hips rhythmically responding.

Seeing her reaction, my mind shifted, and I slowly increased my speed, thrusting into her vagina. And she…

“Ah…no…no…ah…harder…ah…harder…ah…”

Every time I thrust into her hard, she would let out an “ah,” which really excited me. I never knew a woman’s moans could be so alluring! Maybe it had been a long time since I’d done this, but my glans felt so sensitive, like I was about to climax. Unconsciously, I increased the speed of my hips, slamming violently into her vagina.

"No...ah...ah...I...almost...can't take it anymore...ah...I'm coming...ah...I've lost it...ah...!" As she finished speaking, I felt a hot gush from her vagina, directly onto my glans. Stimulated by this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and roughly thrust into her vagina more than ten times. My glans went numb, and my pent-up semen shot out from my urethra, pouring onto her vulva.

"Ah...ah...!"

She cried out as I ejaculated, about seven or eight times in total, and she cried out seven or eight times. When the last spurt came out, she screamed and fainted. Her second orgasm must have come. I didn't expect her to be so sensitive! Looking at her, I don't know what I was thinking! Unconsciously, I fell asleep on top of her!

The world is vast, but love is hard to forget; the sea of people is boundless, but my love for you is the most passionate.

Can a true love that we once had be so easily forgotten? I think it's impossible for me, but some things, once you do them, you have to bear the consequences, because it's a matter of responsibility, especially for a man, it's an inescapable responsibility.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, coupled with this frenzied lovemaking, that made us both fall into a deep sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a light stimulating my eyes, and I couldn't help but open them. It was already daylight.

"Ugh! Damn, my head still hurts. Huh? Where am I?" Recalling what happened yesterday, I suddenly remembered what I had done. I quickly pulled back the covers and saw bloodstains on the sheets.

My God, what did I do yesterday? Where did that girl go? Is this her home? Lost in thought, I put on my clothes. I initially thought I should just run away, but then I thought, if I leave, do I still have any humanity? Xiao Zhang can be sorry to me, but I can't treat that girl like she did yesterday! Oh, I remember now, her name is Yang Mengyun. Otherwise, would I still be a man?

After tidying up the room, I came out of the bedroom and saw Yang Mengyun sitting in the living room, dressed in her pajamas

, lost in thought. From the side, I knew she had been crying, because a tear was streaming down her cheek. My heart ached as if it were being stabbed with needles. Yang Mengyun's attire yesterday had really made her look like a young lady, but now, she seemed so gentle and pitiful.

I considered how to ask her to forgive me. After a moment's thought, I walked over to her and said, "Mengyun, can we talk?" I don't know why I called her name so affectionately.

Perhaps Mengyun was too lost in thought; she didn't even notice me approaching. It wasn't until I spoke to her that she reacted and turned to look at me. When I saw her face, it was truly heartbreaking; her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Seeing me approach, she quickly wiped away her tears, smiled at me, and said, "You...you're awake?" Looking at her, judging from her tone, I really didn't know what she was thinking. "Mengyun, I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday, I..."

Before I could finish, she interrupted me, saying, "You don't need to say anything. I know you need things too, and besides, this is what I do."

I knew that wasn't what she meant at all, but I didn't know what to say.

She just looked at me, and seeing that I didn't speak, she lowered her head in disappointment. Looking at her, I felt an urge to tell her that I would take care of her, but before I could speak, she looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Alright, you're awake, it's time to go, but you have to give me the money! I like you more, so how about I give you 3000 yuan?"

Her smile was so forced. I knew her difficulties and wanted to help her, but I couldn't say anything.

Listening to what she said, I was really angry with myself. Was I even a man? I knew she didn't mean it that way; she wanted me to say

what she wanted to hear, but in the end, I didn't.

"Mengyun, can we be friends? Here's 5000 yuan. It's not a lot, but it can help you out." I took 5000 yuan from my clothes and handed it to her.

She stared at my face, trying to see what I was thinking, but I felt uneasy under her gaze and turned away. She was extremely disappointed, took the money from my hand, and said, "Thank you. I said I'd give you 3000, here's the 2000 back." Then she gave me back the remaining 2000.

My heart skipped a beat. Watching her happily count the money, my heart ached. Of course, the pain wasn't for the 3000 yuan, but for her expression, her heart, her feelings.

At that moment, I thought of Xiao Zhang. I wondered if she had returned to the company. For me, my mind was in turmoil; I didn't know who was truly on my mind right now. I hate her, I hate her for deceiving me.

I couldn't help but want to leave. After all, I still love Xiao Zhang. If she could just tell me honestly, I think I would still be with her, and of course, this wouldn't happen again.

I snapped out of my reverie, looked at Meng Yun, and said, "Meng Yun, let's be friends. I have to go. I'm really sorry about yesterday. Here's my phone number. Call me if you need anything, and I'll definitely help you."

When Meng Yun heard me leave, her body trembled, as if she was about to cry, but she didn't. She said, "Okay, I understand. I'll call you if I need anything. I'll keep bothering you!"

I didn't say anything more. After leaving my phone number, I walked towards the door. Just as I reached the door, I suddenly heard Meng Yun say, "Wait!"

I turned around and saw her running towards me, her steps a little unsteady. She suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear, "You made me feel so good yesterday, can I have it one more time before you leave?"

Her words surprised me, but I suddenly realized her voice was choked with emotion, and she was crying again, her tears soaking my shirt. I tried to push her away, but she hugged me tighter, and soon released me, apparently wiping away her tears.

After what had happened, I had no desire to have sex with her anymore, and her pitiful appearance made it impossible for me to do anything to her. But her actions made it impossible for me to control myself.

She grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her proud breast, while her other hand reached down to my genitals, gently caressing them. I'm a normal man, and we've already been intimate. Although I desperately didn't want to, my body's reaction left me speechless.

"Mengyun, forget it, your body isn't feeling well, and I don't want to, I...!"

"You're still talking, you're already aroused by your own thing!"

Just then, her hand unzipped my pants, slipped through my underwear, and grabbed my engorged penis. I couldn't control myself anymore, and I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, I placed her on the bed and kissed her. We kissed passionately, then frantically undressed each other. My hand touched her genitals. They were already very wet. I couldn't control myself any longer, and I pounced on her, placing my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and slowly thrusting inside.

Perhaps my desire was too strong; I didn't care about her feelings at all, I didn't notice the pain she was in, and I didn't notice the tears streaming from her eyes—different kinds of tears. I was focused solely on thrusting my hips, frantically invading her vagina. Our point of contact made a wet, "slapping" sound.

This time, she didn't scream wildly like last night; she just breathed heavily and made alluring moans. She's such a sensitive person; I could feel her climaxing in no time. Because she was so tight down there, I couldn't control my speed, and I was about to come too soon.

She seemed to know I was about to come; suddenly, she twisted her hips forcefully, and my penis slipped out of her vagina. I was stunned. Then, she pressed me down, sat on top of me, and, holding my penis, slowly sat down, then began to writhe on top of me.

Perhaps this was to stimulate her sensitive spots more deeply, because soon I felt her reach another orgasm. Her breasts bounced before my eyes, and I couldn't help but grab them, shaping them into various forms in my hands.

"Ah!" I finally heard her cry out for the first time today. But after just one "Ah," she collapsed exhausted onto my chest, panting heavily, while my penis remained hard inside her vagina.

So I suddenly rolled over, pinning her down again, and began to fuck her hard. Soon, I couldn't control myself any longer, and streams of semen finally shot out from my urethra, hitting her clitoris violently. She screamed and fainted again.

After we both regained our senses, we gave each other an awkward laugh. Then Mengyun pushed me out to take a shower. When I finished, Mengyun was already dressed and handed me the clothes.

We didn't say anything. After everything was ready, I said goodbye to her. As I walked out the door, I suddenly heard her say, "Thank you, for giving me this one more time."

Then she closed the door, but I knew that wasn't what she meant!

Leaving Mengyun's place, I realized it was a neighborhood not far from Rolling Stone. I didn't know how I got there yesterday.

After leaving the neighborhood, I suddenly felt relieved. I really didn't want to hurt her in front of her, but when I left her, she didn't seem so important anymore.

Suddenly, I thought of Xiao Zhang. She really disappointed me. But who can understand matters of the heart? Although yesterday's scene kept flashing before my eyes, I preferred to believe it was all a dream.

I sped back to the company and saw Xiao Zhang working on her documents, a happy smile on her face. Seeing this, my heart ached, but I didn't know how to ask her. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and my anger grew stronger. I quickly left to avoid losing control.

Xiao Zhang didn't know I was back. She hadn't seen me all day, nor had she called or texted me. It seemed I meant nothing to her. After suppressing my impulse, I found myself suddenly calm, as if everything was clear now, and I was prepared for whatever I did. It

gets dark so early! I went back to my dorm, sat on my bed, and quietly waited for Xiao Zhang to return, pondering some questions. I needed to find a way to ask her what she was thinking.

We lived close by, and soon I saw her return through the window. After sorting through my thoughts, I walked towards her dorm.

After I pushed open the door, she glanced back at me and said, "Where have you been? Skipping work? Having fun, huh?"

I had just managed to calm myself down, but her words reignited my anger.

"Who said I didn't go to work? You just didn't see me."

"Oh? Really? You don't look tired at all?" Her tone was unbearable.

"Yeah, that's right. It would be great if I died from exhaustion, then you could have fun, right?"

Hearing my words, she came over with the sink and said, "What do you mean? What do you mean I'd be happy if you died?"

"Where did you go yesterday?"

As I asked her this, I stared intently at her, and sure enough, her expression suddenly changed.

"Didn't...didn't I tell you? I went to a classmate's house. Her husband isn't coming home today, so she asked me to go with her. Why do you always ask me this? Don't you trust me?"

Perhaps she couldn't say it aloud, but her expression betrayed her; she showed no remorse whatsoever. My anger flared up instantly, and I was about to explode, but then I suddenly realized that we were surrounded by dormitories. If word got out, you might not care about your reputation, but I do.

After calming myself down and feeling composed, I looked up at her and said, "Xiao Zhang, you know how I've treated you, but you can't play with my feelings. Yesterday after class, you went to the 'Wuzhou Hotel' with our manager. What time did you go in? I waited for you outside for hours! You didn't come out. Is your friend's house a hotel?"

When I said this, she panicked and dropped the basin she was holding. She looked at me, wanting to say something, but I didn't give her a chance to speak. I continued, "You said I don't trust you. How can I trust you? It's not that I followed you, but your behavior now is completely different from when we first met. I won't say much about what you did, but you really disappoint me. Okay, I suppose you were tired last night and worked a long day. Get some rest! I'm leaving!"

After saying that, I stood up, pushed her away, and strode out of her dormitory, leaving her standing there in a daze.

When I said those words, I felt a lot lighter. I knew I hadn't given her a chance to speak, and she would definitely contact me, so I turned off my phone, left the dormitory area, and found a small restaurant to sit down.

It's not that people don't drink; I'm one of them. Although I can't drink, sometimes when you drink, you temporarily forget everything. That's what happened to me right now. I wanted to forget everything, even if I still remembered it when I woke up, I still wanted to drink.

When you have something on your mind, it's easy to drink more, and you can drink a lot. I don't know how long I drank, only that when I got back it was past midnight. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Maybe because I drank too much, I don't know when I woke up needing to pee, so I had to get up and go to the toilet. After relieving myself, the wind blew on my head, and I felt much clearer-headed. "There are quite a few stars, aren't there?" I chuckled to myself. When I got back to the dormitory, I wanted to check the time, only to find my phone was off. So I turned it on, and soon more than ten text messages arrived. They were all from Xiao Zhang.

Although I already knew what she was going to say, I still couldn't help but read through her message, and it was pretty much what I expected. Sigh! I didn't want to think about it, but lying in bed, I couldn't help but think about it. As I thought, I thought of Mengyun. I wondered how she was doing? I had done such a thing; I wondered what she was doing now, whether she was like me, or had gone to Rolling Stone again, or was she sleeping, or…

Just as I was still thinking, my phone rang. I glanced at it and saw it was Xiao Zhang calling. I guessed she must have turned on message replies, otherwise why would she call as soon as I turned on my phone? I hesitated whether to answer or not, but I couldn't control myself and answered her call.

"Where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I'm in the dorm!"

"Can I talk to you?"

"Just say what you want to say, I'm listening!"

"Can you come to my room? I want to have a good talk with you."

I thought for a moment and agreed. I wanted to know what she was going to say. I arrived at her dormitory shortly after. The door was open, so I went in. She turned on the desk lamp, and I looked at her; I knew she had been crying for a long time because her eyes were red and swollen.

"I think I should tell you something."

"Go ahead, I'm listening!" I replied.

After she finished speaking, I learned that she and the manager had been having an affair for a while, after she had been deceived the first time. It seemed I was her third man. She knew the manager was married, but he had helped her a lot at that time, and she was very grateful to him.

Finally, after a meal, we went out together, and that happened. But ever since she met me, she'd truly fallen in love with me, though sometimes she couldn't control herself. Since I knew everything, she promised me it would never happen again and hoped I could forgive her.

Honestly, I really love her. If she could really keep her word, I think I would forgive her. But I'm a man, I…

While I was hesitating, she seemed to sense it, pulled me onto the bed, hugged me, and said, "Trust me, I really won't."

Hearing her soft whispers, my heart began to flutter, and I unconsciously put my hands on her back and hugged her. Seemingly sensing my change in heart, she placed her hands on my crotch and stroked my penis, which also became erect.

"Do you want it? Don't dislike me, okay? I really love you!"

At that moment, I didn't know if it was my desire for revenge or my own lust, but I couldn't help but hold her in my arms. She excitedly stroked me, and I stroked her in return. Soon, we were naked.

She grabbed my penis and slammed me onto the bed. Just as I was about to pin her down, I suddenly felt my penis enter a warm place. She had taken it into her mouth. We'd been

together for a while, and had sex quite a few times, but nothing like this had ever happened before. My penis was being sucked and licked in her mouth, making me even harder and harder, almost uncontrollable. Her genitals were wet from my caresses. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her up, pinned her down, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it in hard.

"Mmm...slower...!"

I was really thinking about revenge at that moment, completely disregarding her feelings, and pounded my penis in again and again.

"Ah...ah...slower...ah...ah...slower...!"

Finally, I heard her moan for the first time beneath me. I wondered if she was moaning like that when the manager's penis was inside her too. Damn it! I stopped thinking about anything else and just focused on attacking her fiercely.

"Good...good...ah...so comfortable...ah, harder...ah...ah!"

"Is it good? Am I fucking you...doing it good?"

"Good...you're fucking me so good...ah...ah...!"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it...ah...I...ah...I like it...ah...I like you...fuck...fuck me...ah...!"

"Tell me, who fucks you better, me or him!"

"Don't...ah...don't ask me...ah...okay?"

I suddenly fucked you hard, then asked, "Tell me. Who fucks you better!"

"You, it's you...ah...you fuck me better than him...ah...it's more comfortable!"

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut! See if you dare to fuck someone else behind my back again..."

"I...I won't dare...ah...I won't...ah...I won't dare anymore, please...I can't take it anymore...I...!"

At this moment, I was at the crucial moment, and I understood that she meant no more, but I couldn't stop.

"Okay... ah... I... I... ah... my orgasm... is coming... ah!!!"

She screamed, her body trembling uncontrollably. A warm stream flowed from deep within her, drenching my glans. My glans went numb, and I could no longer control myself. I thrust a few times forcefully, and streams of semen spurted from my urethra, hitting her deep inside. My body went limp, and I collapsed onto her, falling asleep with her.

Perhaps one act of sex is enough for a man to forgive her. I might be that kind of person. This time, I truly forgave her. Although seeing the manager and her left me feeling terrible, I respected her suggestion and let her finish the project before quitting. She also promised me she would never betray me again. I truly believed her.

May Day arrived, and she wanted to go back to her hometown. Her hometown is in Hebei. Because of the 7-day holiday, plus Saturday and Sunday, she had almost 10 days off, so she decided to go home. I readily agreed.

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