Having sex with a male colleague at a bar

Let me start with a brief self-introduction. When I was little, I was as mischievous as a boy, so my parents called me "Pipi" (meaning "mischievous little devil"). I was born in 1988. After graduating from university, I joined a state-owned enterprise and met my current husband. I had two relationships in university, and we had some intimate moments, but we never crossed any lines. After settling on my current husband, I gave him my virginity. In 2014, we had our baby, a very well-behaved and beautiful little princess. Because of her, I quit my previous job and, with my husband's help, got a job at a local bank branch in Hangzhou.

My husband is eight years older than me and is very busy with work. Our sex life is rather mundane; he doesn't seem to have a particularly strong libido. However, he has a peculiar habit: every time we have sex, he likes to fantasize about me being fucked by other men. He's imagined many scenarios, even suggesting a threesome and asking if I'd be willing. I know he's actually tried to find so-called "single men," but I've never agreed to it. (Details omitted).

The incident happened last Friday, August 7, 2015. Because of my husband's connections, and because I'm generally considered a good employee, I had the opportunity to attend an exchange meeting at the bank's headquarters. There were 12 of us colleagues, two-thirds of whom were women. We took the high-speed train in the morning, attended the meeting for the entire morning, and continued in the afternoon, ending at 5 pm. The head of headquarters then invited us to dinner—a large table of over 20 people. During the meal, we drank and toasted each other. I drank about a little more than a clink of red wine (I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance). Afterwards, some of my colleagues from headquarters went home, leaving a junior manager to act as our guide for a night cruise on the Qinhuai River. I felt a little dizzy, but I was very happy, partly because of the beautiful night view of the Qinhuai River. It was really beautiful. Secondly, I was praised by the headquarters leaders several times during the meeting. After the trip, I was pretty much sober. The junior leader at headquarters suggested going to a bar to continue drinking, so we found one. It was quite luxurious and quiet, with a resident singer performing intermittently. We drank until almost 2 a.m. At this point, everyone was even more hyped up by the alcohol and suggested changing venues. Actually, I was already unable to walk in a straight line, and of course, no one could walk in a straight line. I sent my husband a WeChat message saying that I was drunk, but he probably didn't reply because he was asleep. Then I went with them to another bar on the 1912 bar street, the kind where you can dance, and continued drinking.

Soon, four bottles of liquor were empty (there were still 16 people in the group). The bar started playing really loud music, and we began dancing. I didn't really like the atmosphere, but I was feeling dizzy and the music was so energetic that I just danced aimlessly. It was a weekend, and there were so many people that we were quickly separated and did our own thing. At this point, a male colleague who was with me kept dancing next to me, occasionally making physical contact. He was about the same height as me, clean-cut and refreshing, so I didn't mind. He probed me step by step, trying to hold my hand, which I gave him. Then he put his arm around my waist and placed my hand on his neck. We danced like that, and he was quite well-behaved.

After several songs, I needed to use the restroom. It was my first time at this bar, and I didn't know where the restroom was. He offered to go with me, and I nodded. Then he put his arm around my waist and led me to the restroom. There was a relatively private and slightly quieter space near the restroom entrance. Inside was the restroom, and outside was a small lounge area with a sofa. He escorted me to the restroom entrance and waited for me on the sofa.

After I came out, he said, "Sit down for a bit. It's quieter here. It was too noisy in there. I felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand up." He got up and helped me sit down, then put his arm around me. My head rested against the back of the sofa. He asked if I was drunk, and I nodded. Then he leaned in, bit my ear, and breathed into it. One hand started touching my breasts through my clothes. I tried to push him away, but I was too weak, and besides, I felt like I was expecting something. Seeing that my resistance wasn't particularly fierce, he started moving his hand down, touching my thigh. I grabbed him with both hands, but didn't push him away forcefully. He began to caress my genitals through my underwear, and I actually started to moan softly. His other hand had already unzipped the zipper on my back, exposing my entire upper body. He pulled down my bra strap, revealing one breast, and then he began to suck on my nipple, while his other hand continued to caress my genitals through my underwear. I had no will to resist, only able to moan softly, secretly yearning for his further actions.

He slipped his hand inside my panties. My vagina was already overflowing with desire. He whispered in my ear that I was a slut, but I wasn't angry. He easily inserted two fingers into my vagina. I moaned softly, saying, "No, no, Brother Hui, don't do this," but my legs were spread wide. His fingers kept stirring inside me, and I could feel myself getting wetr... He took off my panties, stood up, locked the door, and started taking off his own pants. I started to realize what was about to happen, and I struggled harder, but he held me down tightly. My clothes were already pulled down to my waist. He started kissing me, and I responded, one hand... He kept grabbing my breasts, while his other hand was still stirring inside my vagina. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck... He started kissing me downwards, my breasts, my lower abdomen, all the way down to my genitals. Oh my god, he didn't seem to care at all. He frantically licked and sucked my clitoris and labia. I couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and started moaning ecstatically. He pulled down his underwear and stood in front of me. His penis was already erect, as if it were defying me. I knew what he was going to do. Then I sat up, grabbed his penis, opened my mouth, and took his glans into my mouth. There was a fishy smell that was unique to men, but I didn't feel dirty. I started using my mouth to stroke his penis. His penis was thicker than my husband's, as hard as an iron rod.

He pushed me down, pounced on me, spread my legs, and aimed his penis at my vaginal opening. With a thrust of his hips, his penis slid in all the way, instantly filling my empty vagina with immense satisfaction. Then he began to thrust, faster and faster, and I shamelessly begged him: "Brother Hui... um... fuck me, fuck me hard..." He also cursed at me roughly: "Fuck you to death, you slut, so wet, so good..." I quickly reached orgasm... He made me kneel on the sofa, hugged my waist from behind, and thrust his penis again... He penetrated my vagina; his penis was really long, reaching places my husband couldn't reach each time. I moaned wildly… He fucked me for about 20 minutes, then sped up his thrusts. I knew he was about to ejaculate, and I could only beg him not to ejaculate inside, but before I could finish, he did. I could feel a lot… After cleaning up, he suggested we go outside to rest, but I refused. After all, I was with my colleagues, who were all quite drunk and hadn't noticed I'd been "missing" for over an hour.

This is a true story from my experience; I'm writing it down as a memento.

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