Stocking fetish and married woman

Because the female protagonist of the story has a happy family and a successful career, I won't reveal her specific address, as I'm also married with children. Consider this just a story. In early 2014, I moved from the provincial capital to my workplace. Fresh out of school and an intern, I knew nothing. I graduated with a diploma in Automation, so I didn't plan on working for a prestigious company. Besides, I always felt it would be a waste to give up my years of study after graduation. So, I worked as a technician at a factory in the provincial capital, but I quit after a short time. Being from a poor family, I felt I couldn't live without a job, so I hastily joined the company where the story takes place after the New Year. I started in February or March, and our story began in September, or rather, from September when we added each other on WeChat. She was a woman in her late thirties, while I was a complete novice. As someone with a stocking fetish, you can imagine how alluring a woman in stockings would be to me. However, like most people, I would only admire her from afar on my way home from get off work. I can't remember the specifics of what happened seven or eight years ago, but I vaguely recall adding each other on WeChat because of work. We started chatting on WeChat, which wasn't slow, but it wasn't slow either. It was around mid-November when we first hooked up. The initial chatting routine was quite old-fashioned—just making conversation when there was nothing to say. Perhaps the woman was also interested in me, because we gradually started talking about emotions. We became more familiar with each other, and since we worked at the same company, we saw each other all the time. Around October, we arranged to go shopping for clothes together. At that time, I was 178cm tall and weighed 70kg. She was fairly attractive, and gradually our conversations started leaning towards sexual topics. The young woman often asked me to download movies for her, which, looking back, was really giving me an opportunity. Every time she downloaded a movie, she would come to my company dormitory to pick it up, always with impeccable makeup. Because I was from out of town, sometimes she would cook something at home and bring it to me, which touched me deeply at the time. We didn't know what to talk about, and finally she asked if I could have a hug. (P.S. Back then, the term "simp" didn't exist.) One day off, she came to my dormitory to watch a movie, wearing a bodycon skirt. There was only one chair in my dormitory, and she sat on my lap, her hands restlessly touching my stockinged legs, but that was all. I had many thoughts running through my mind, but I didn't dare. My heart was pounding. Finally, she said she was sleepy and asked if she could lie on my bed for a while. I stupidly said yes, and we lay side by side. I... I didn't dare touch her, haha, I was so naive back then. I only mustered up the courage to ask if I could keep the hug I promised last time when she finally said she was leaving. She readily agreed. During our final moments together, we made eye contact, and I kissed her for the first time. Then came the random touching, though nothing happened in the dorm. She practically ran away. When she got back, I messaged her on WeChat, and she said she'd already set me off. She asked if I would take responsibility for putting it out, which naturally led to another round of blushing and flirting. She knew I liked stockings because she was taking her son to a balloon castle once, and when I heard about it, I rushed over, pretending it was hot and I was buying a tank top. I saw her wearing stockings and high heels, and after hesitating for a moment, I asked if I could take some pictures. That night, during our usual chat, she brought it up, asking if I liked stockings. I didn't shy away from the question, but when she asked why I liked them, I couldn't give a clear answer.

What made me realize I could sleep with her was during a shopping trip at the end of October. She suggested buying lingerie, and I went with her, but we only stood at the door and didn't go in. Even now, when I accompany my wife shopping, I never go into women's lingerie stores. She goes to choose by herself, but a little while later, I received a photo on my phone of her upper body wearing a bra. In an instant, my blood rushed to my brain before my lower body reacted. I still remember it vividly; I was completely dazed, and all I replied was, "She looks good."

Our first time having sex was probably in mid-November. She was shopping in the city, and I was on my day off. I received a WeChat message asking what I was doing. I said I was bored on my day off and asked if I wanted to pick her up. She was shopping in the city, so of course I agreed. I asked if she wanted to rest a bit; it was hot, and I could get her a room to rest. She agreed.

Once we arrived in the city, we found a 7 Days Inn, room number 925 (I specifically looked at the photos I took back then). I quickly took a shower and she teased me a bit. Nothing much happened after that, just normal sex. But she liked to cross her legs together during sex, probably because her vagina was a bit loose. I conquered her on our first time. I'm not bragging, she said it herself, I was the first person to give her so many orgasms, I didn't realize it at the time. Actually, by now you understand, in terms of a simple hookup, it wasn't me playing her, it was her playing me. This foreshadowed the love-hate relationship that would follow.

Strictly speaking, I belong to the type who got myself into trouble. I fell for a married woman, and because of her, I developed a distrust of women. As time went on, one day I called her on WeChat video, but she wouldn't answer. I switched to WeChat voice, and during the hour-long call, she was constantly panting. At that moment, I thought I had found love, and being very possessive, I immediately asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was touching her own breasts. Of course, I didn't believe her, but since she wouldn't answer the video call, I had no proof. After hanging up, a seed of doubt took root in my heart.

Those who have read this far should realize that I don't intend to write anything erotic; I just want to record my story with her and some of my emotional journey.

From November to November 2015 was our honeymoon period, which wasn't short, and we generally had sex about twice a week. The incident mentioned above was probably around March or April of 2015, I can't remember exactly. We had some conflicts during that time, but I was good at flattering her, and at that time, I felt we had a great understanding; I could understand her with just a glance.

Our relationship collapsed during a night shift. Her phone was dead, so she left it at my office to charge. Normally cautious, she hadn't cleared her chat history, and I saw her conversations with someone else. I don't remember the content, but it was the kind of chat where they had been intimate. To me at the time, it felt like betrayal. Incidentally, my college girlfriend broke up with me after falling for someone else while doing an internship. So, I immediately confronted her, and when I handed her the phone, she understood everything. Honestly, I have to say she was the most manipulative woman I've ever met, or rather, she had me completely under her thumb. After that day, we barely spoke, but I couldn't resist asking her about it. She just coldly said there was nothing to say, that what I saw and what I thought were true, and that we were just lovers. I immediately went to my supervisor and resigned. Isn't that just like a plot from a novel?

She cried a lot after hearing about my resignation. Actually, there were some other things that happened afterward, but I'm certain I still hold a place in her heart. She hasn't deleted my contact information, we just don't chat anymore. My feelings for her are very complicated; I've loved and hated her. It's because of her that my entire outlook on my life has changed drastically. First, as mentioned before, after her experience, I almost completely lost trust in women, which even affected my wife. Of course, I don't check my wife's phone anymore, and she knows my password anyway, so she can check anytime.

Second, I seem to have lost my hope for love. My current wife is pregnant, and of course, I love her very much; at least I can feel her love for me.

Third, I'm quite promiscuous, completely living up to the social stereotype of a Cadillac owner. I like foot massages and then going to patronize masseuses, and once I get one, I move on to another.

[The End]

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