Young female colleague at the branch office

I want to write about a lover with whom I've maintained a long-term relationship. While we're called lovers, our relationship feels more than that; her feelings for me are even deeper than for her husband. She's been married for eight years and hasn't wanted children because she feels insecure about her husband's lack of ambition. But if I asked her to have a child with me now, she'd probably agree immediately.

We're colleagues in the same large state-owned enterprise, a company with three or four thousand employees. She's at headquarters, and I'm at a regional branch. We met during a group inspection. We were in the same group and had two weeks to visit our suppliers, evaluate them, and decide who would be selected. Naturally, we were treated to good food and drinks throughout the trip.

My first impression of her was that she looked incredibly young, like she was born after 1992 (actually 1987), with great skin and a full figure—both things that have always attracted me to women. So I paid more attention to her.

The first few days were uneventful, but we gradually became more familiar. Because of my strong professional skills, she developed a little admiration for me. One evening, work ended early, and everyone had free time. I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said she wanted to see Shenzhen's commercial districts (she's a designer). I said I wanted to see a movie, and asked if she was interested. She said there wasn't anything good to see, and told me to go ahead. I went to see a movie by myself, but I forgot what it was about; I just kept chatting with her on WeChat. Later, she told me she bought pomelos, and I jokingly asked, "Aren't you going to invite me over to eat some?" She said it was too late, and we could do it another day. This foreshadowed our future. Two days

later, the branch office had something that required me to go back, so I had to leave early. The night before I left, I asked her if she had any pomelos. Actually, it was a hint, and I don't know if she understood (later she told me she thought I was just going to eat pomelos...). She said, "Sure, come on over." I thought things were going well, so I quickly went downstairs and bought condoms. When I got there, she was already wearing pajamas, ready to sleep. She gave me the pomelos, I ate a little, and then put them on the table while we chatted. After a while, I saw an opportunity when she stood up and hugged her from behind. She was clearly startled and turned around, saying, "No, no, what are you doing?" I said, "Didn't you agree?" She said, "Agree to what? Didn't you come here to eat pomelos?" I said, "I really like you, you know?" She said this wasn't right. Later, I saw that she really didn't mean it, and I couldn't force it, so I went back to my room.

But things were different. After I got back to my room, she texted me, saying she didn't expect me to do this, and then started expressing that she also had feelings for me. I said, "Should I go up again?" She said no, it's good to just keep things simple. Women, you know, they're itching inside but afraid to, I understand. Then we chatted for a long time, and when I mentioned that I was leaving early the next morning, she said, "I'll see you off."

The next morning at six o'clock, when I was about to leave, she came down. Time was tight, and I didn't expect anything else to happen, but she hugged me and said goodbye. It was obvious that she was reluctant to part with me.

For the next month or so, we contacted each other every day, talking about everything from work to life, to music and movies. In short, we talked about everything, and our relationship grew closer psychologically. In November, she told me she was going on a business trip to a city near mine and would stay for two nights. I knew my chance had come.

That evening, I took leave from home and drove to the neighboring city of S. She was having dinner with her colleagues and boss at a boutique restaurant in the countryside. I wandered around aimlessly, and when it was almost time, I went to pick her up from the restaurant. After picking her up, we went to their hotel. The drive was quite long, and we chatted about random things without thinking too much (later, she told me she thought I was an idiot for not holding her hand in the car...).

Once in the room, I still didn't act rashly. She unpacked her luggage, and I sat on the bed, turned on the TV, and boiled water. Later, she sat down next to me, and I hugged her and said, "Shall we go to sleep later?" She nodded. We showered and got into bed. I snuggled up to her and hugged her. Her skin was so comfortable, warm and full, it felt so good to touch. I fondled her back and buttocks with adoration. Her buttocks were perky, round, and large, giving a satisfying feeling to the touch.

As I climbed on top of her, preparing for the next step, she stopped me, saying we couldn't do this, she couldn't accept it, she had only ever been with her husband. I didn't want to force her, so I continued to suckle her breasts. After a while, I touched her genitals; they were already soaking wet. I tried to take off her panties, but she held on tightly, refusing to let me. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone who wouldn't let me have sex after we were in bed. Helpless, I teased her genitals with my penis. She seemed to be enjoying it, but she still couldn't accept my penetration.

Later, I thought, "That's fine. Since we've come this far, there will be plenty of opportunities later." So, after being intimate for a while, we cuddled and fell asleep.

A month later, I invited her to J City again. It was her hometown and also the old headquarters of our company, so we both had a good reason to go there on a business trip. This time, we spent the whole night kissing and touching each other. She still didn't want to penetrate, but she was incredibly tempted. We rubbed our genitals together in all sorts of lewd positions. My penis was covered in her juices, warm and slippery. Then, by accident, my glans entered her. She tried to pull away, but I held her waist to keep her still, and then thrust all the way in. I felt her whole body tremble, and she stopped resisting. I held her waist (at this point, she was on top with her back to me), twisting my hips and thrusting upwards, fucking her. She spread her legs, sat on me with her buttocks on the bed, and moaned as I fucked her. I never expected our first time having sex would be in this position.

Her breasts weren't big, but they were firm, and her whole body was hard, unlike most women's soft flesh. I touched her breasts from behind, rubbing her nipples. She clearly enjoyed it, and her moans became even more lewd. After fucking like this for a while, I put her down, and I penetrated her again in a missionary position. This time I wasn't reserved anymore. I thrust all the way in each time, driving her wild with pleasure. She clung to my waist, her legs pressed against my buttocks, moaning incessantly. After about ten minutes, seeing she was almost there, and feeling a bit tired myself, unsure if she was in her safe period, I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. Afterwards, I asked her if she had an orgasm. She said it felt good, but no, maybe her body wasn't quite used to it yet.

From that time on, we became lovers. She often found opportunities to come to my city on business trips, and naturally, we would find opportunities to have sex. I would stay at her hotel at night, relentlessly fucking her, even though we knew our colleagues were staying next door. She suppressed her moans, but it was still very exciting. Sometimes I would go to her city, and she would sneak out so I could fuck her until 11 pm before going home to sleep with her husband. Gradually, she became familiar with my body and became more attached to it. She said that every time she saw me, without saying or doing anything, she would be soaking wet and couldn't wait for me to penetrate her. It was after I came into her life that she learned what an orgasm felt like. She could orgasm two or three times every time we made love, describing it as a feeling of losing all desire – something I, as a man, couldn't understand.

She and her husband were college classmates and have been married for seven or eight years. She mentioned that her husband's sexual ability was decent, but he lacked a strong sense of arousal; he wasn't aroused during foreplay and needed to watch porn to enhance the experience. I told her that this meant she didn't love him, and she didn't comment.

We've been dating on and off for three years now. Because she understands she has a husband, she only sees me as a source of entertainment and doesn't ask for much from me. I've made it clear to her that she should prioritize her family. So, although she's very dependent on me, it hasn't actually affected her family, although I think it has affected her emotionally. It's impossible for a woman not to be influenced by such a physically intimate relationship.

In these three years, we've met dozens of times, and neither of us has grown tired of the other's body. Every time we meet, we start with intense sex to satisfy each other before doing anything else. Last month, she came to Q City on a business trip, and I happened to be here too, so I booked a deluxe lake-view room. I could have sex with her while looking at the stunning scenery outside. Life couldn't be better.

At first, she couldn't accept me ejaculating on her, but I trained her to give me oral sex and allow me to ejaculate inside her whenever I wanted. She even took medication to delay my period and wore sexy lingerie to give me pleasure. Actually, these past three years have been a lot of upsetting for me, a major turning point in my life. I often treated her badly and lost my temper with her, but she never gave up on me, and I'm very grateful for her companionship.

Next month, I've made plans to go out with her again; it'll be another few days of intense fun. I'm really looking forward to it!

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