Editor-in-Chief sleeps with his wife

First, let me give you some background information. This will help you understand the cause and effect of this story and prevent anyone from accusing me of making things up. Before my wife and I got married, we both worked for a state-owned media organization. Although it was nominally a company, its internal operations, personnel, and staffing system were essentially no different from those of a government agency. Neither of us came from wealthy or influential families, so getting a job there took a lot of effort. For most of the people there who had connections, it was a place to retire, but for those of us who had to work hard, any future required either extra effort or finding shortcuts. I was lucky. The media industry is inherently female-dominated, and as a strong, fit man, I was quite popular with the leaders (frankly, there are very few straight men like that). Through my own efforts, I quickly established myself in the organization. However, my wife, a woman of average looks and figure, and not particularly outstanding in ability, had a harder time getting by. She wasn't exactly appreciated by her junior managers.

As I mentioned in a previous post, my wife, under the careful "training" of her ex-boyfriend, wears stockings year-round, regardless of the season. I'm a die-hard stocking fetishist, and one of my favorite things to do at work is to ogle her stocking-clad legs. After she broke up with her ex, I seized the opportunity to get her, turning her stocking-clad legs into my personal toy. As a result, these damned stocking-clad legs not only attracted my attention but also that of my wife's (then boyfriend and girlfriend) boss—the department editor-in-chief.

(Two photos of my wife in stockings are attached; these photos are quite old, mainly because my wife's figure changed significantly after marriage, so she doesn't take many photos anymore.) The editor-in-chief is a seasoned womanizer, described by Yang as a successful, sunny man in his thirties, nearly 185cm tall, and with a good figure. From the moment she joined the company, the editor-in-chief intentionally or unintentionally tried to get close to her. My wife knew the editor-in-chief might be trying to seduce her, but since she wasn't at a disadvantage, she spent her days playing along. Work wasn't busy, so they flirted every day and chatted on WeChat for long periods after work. The incident was the result of a combination of factors. At the time, we were in a cold war (or rather, a temporary separation), having not contacted each other for two or three weeks. My wife's cunt hadn't been filled for at least a month and a half. Moreover, her two ex-boyfriends were 18cm and 16cm respectively, and my S-sized penis was barely enough to satisfy her. Most importantly, my wife was experiencing a career plateau and longed for more opportunities. It was under these circumstances that the editor-in-chief decisively made his move.

He did it the day before the National Day holiday. My wife said that many people didn't come to work that day, and by the afternoon, most had left, with only a few chatting casually. When the last person left, besides the two of them, the editor-in-chief called my wife to his office to show her something good. What happened in between was vague and not clearly explained, but in the end, the editor-in-chief put his arm around her waist. My wife said that as soon as his hand touched her, she felt a heat rising in her genitals and became aroused. Having not slept with anyone for a month and a half, she didn't resist at all. As if granted permission, the editor-in-chief moved his hand to her leg and began touching her stockings, while the two pretended to look through photos from previous events. As he moved his hand up her skirt and touched her buttocks, he lifted her up and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She initially resisted, but after a few tense moments, she gave in and returned the kiss intensely. Meanwhile, the editor-in-chief skillfully reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris through her pantyhose and underwear with his other hand. It was her first time experiencing such an experienced "old man," and she was surprised by his skill; he quickly brought her to a state where her underwear and stockings were soaked with arousal fluid. To aid the connection, I found a photo of the skirt my wife wore when the editor-in-chief first took advantage of her. In this photo, except for the stockings (it was already autumn, and she was wearing a slightly thicker style), her clothing perfectly matched her appearance that day. At this point,

she had lost all resistance except for moaning in pleasure, completely at the editor-in-chief's mercy. My wife's clothes were gradually removed until she was only wearing pantyhose on one leg. The editor-in-chief, through various techniques like sucking, licking, and rubbing, nearly brought her to orgasm, even though she wasn't particularly prone to climaxing. After a while, the editor-in-chief, feeling he'd had enough, took off his pants and underwear, revealing his large penis. In my wife's words, this penis was longer than both of her ex-boyfriends, about 10cm (don't assume all men who've slept with my wife have large penises; she's had four ex-boyfriends in total, and besides 18cm and 16cm, the other two were between 8-12cm, like me), but not very thick. The editor-in-chief had thought his large penis would impress my wife, but actually, she could easily handle the size. Then, the editor-in-chief sat in his chair and had my wife put her hands on his penis while he masturbated. My wife's technique wasn't great, so he probably felt uncomfortable and put her on his desk, giving her footjob with her stockinged feet.

The main course was almost here. The editor-in-chief lifted his wife off the desk, spread her legs, and positioned her against her vaginal opening. She, holding onto him, slowly sat down. He quickly swallowed her entire penis, reaching all the way to her clitoris. My wife told me the feeling was indescribable; it felt like all the folds inside were being stretched open, incredibly pleasurable. The feeling of the glans pressing against her clitoris was much stronger than what I experienced. She was worried it might penetrate her uterus. He then began to move. Although the thrusting was gentle in this position, my wife still felt very comfortable due to the size of his penis. After a few thrusts, perhaps finding the position inconvenient, the editor placed her directly on the desk and began thrusting again. My wife said it hurt a lot, but she didn't care anymore, moaning happily with each powerful thrust. However, the most unsettling moment came when the editor-in-chief asked if he could ejaculate inside her, clearly indicating he was about to. My wife said that although it was her safe period, she didn't want him to ejaculate inside her like that. By this point, we hadn't had many thrusts in both positions combined, and she was a little disappointed, so she didn't agree. Then she asked if she could ejaculate in her mouth, and this time she agreed. He put her down, put half of his penis in her mouth, stroked the base a few times, and then ejaculated all his semen into her mouth. Because my wife had occasionally swallowed my semen before, she just swallowed it. But she said that although he ejaculated a lot, it was very thin and didn't feel sticky at all. Later, when they were chatting, the editor-in-chief confessed that he had premature ejaculation, and he would feel like ejaculating after about ten thrusts.

This is a close-up of my wife's pussy right after I finished with her. It helps to imagine that after I ejaculated, we looked at each other and smiled. My wife sat on his lap, still wanting more, rubbing his limp penis, while the editor-in-chief rubbed my wife's breasts, trying to get hard again. Not long after, his wife said his penis was only half-erect, so she straddled him and sat on him. Worried about premature ejaculation again, he thrust slowly this time. His wife felt good, but without the initial impact, slowly enjoying his thrusting. She said she could clearly feel his penis gradually hardening inside her vagina, feeling it getting bigger, but she still didn't feel an orgasm. He then gradually increased his speed, thrusting a few times, then pulled out, closed his wife's legs, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated between her legs. Because they were close together, and she was wearing pantyhose on one leg to absorb the semen, it didn't leak out. After ejaculating, they were both pantyhose-wearing. After resting for a while, they cleaned up and went home.

His wife said that after returning home, she masturbated repeatedly until she reached orgasm. They then entered a "honeymoon period," but two days later, his wife got her period. As soon as her period ended, the editor-in-chief invited her to a hotel. This time, his wife had given him advance notice, so the editor-in-chief used his thick fingers instead of his penis. Being an experienced man, he quickly brought his wife to orgasm. This time, the editor-in-chief, in control, didn't let her off the hook, ejaculating into her vagina three times. This time, he also secretly tried to insert his penis into his wife's anus, but she stopped him because it hurt too much, saying to me, "You men all want to penetrate from behind, don't you know it hurts?" Later, the two of them went to hotels five or six times. Each time, the editor-in-chief would use his hands and mouth to pleasure his wife before penetrating her.

The way my wife and editor-in-chief's story ended was quite dramatic, and it only lasted a month, so I won't go into details here. My wife and I worked in completely different departments, so I was unaware of this affair when we "briefly broke up." I only found out about it after I confessed to my wife that during our separation, I had contacted my ex-girlfriend and done some unspeakable things with her. After I confessed, my wife "returned the favor" by revealing her entire story with the editor-in-chief, and I then relentlessly interrogated her daily about the details of being sexually harassed. Friends with similar experiences—whether it's your wife being sexually harassed, having an affair, or simply having a thrilling past with an ex-boyfriend—are welcome to share their stories.

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