The whole process of a Shanghai housewife's affair

I remember it was May 2008. I was sent to Shanghai by my boss for the first time. Business trips are always boring and uneventful, like the light on a refrigerator—so ordinary you can't even remember its color. Aside from the boredom, I can't recall anything else worth remembering.
I don't know which day it was, but somehow I found a girl named Mimi, and our online life began. Maybe it was because I was so bored. I remember the first time we chatted, it was just a few boring greetings like "hello," "what are you doing," and other pointless chatter, like haggling over pork at the market. Then we'd just say goodbye. This kind of chatting continued for a while, and I even got used to saying things like "hehe" as a form of nonsense.
The weather in Shanghai in June was still quite hot. I continued our aimless chat, but things had changed. I learned her name and some information online, of course, by exchanging my own name and information. She was 26 years old, a college graduate, and worked as a clerk in Xujiahui, Shanghai. What surprised me most was that she was already married and had a three-year-old child, something I couldn't quite understand.
We had never video chatted or looked at each other's photos, just exchanged text messages every day. I always thought I wouldn't get used to this kind of boring online chat game, but I couldn't escape it. I actually wanted to meet her.
It was an ordinary day in June in Shanghai. We agreed to meet near Zhongshan Park. I arrived at the park entrance early, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, just like a child. She was wearing a white dress with a floral pattern. She was about 162-163cm tall and quite slender, probably weighing only around 100 pounds. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her small, single-eyelid eyes were captivating. She wasn't wearing makeup, but had a simple, down-to-earth quality. She seemed like a traditional Shanghai woman, quite different from the open-minded image I'd heard about Shanghai women. However, she was much prettier than I'd imagined.
I'm a rather traditional person; I prefer long-haired, yellow-skinned, big-eyed Chinese girls. We ate together and then went to KFC, the most boring place, to chat. I've never liked KFC because I think it's synonymous with junk food, and also because they don't allow people like me who respect no-smoking rules and have a heavy smoking habit. Our first meeting ended in this awful place.
Back at my place, I couldn't remember what we'd talked about, but I had a new attempt at meeting someone I'd met online. The days that followed passed by in chat with her, one after another. We talked like friends, sharing everything, and I slowly became captivated by the internet. During my business trip to Shanghai, aside from chatting with her every day, my life was practically blank. I spent each day feeling depressed, always wanting to escape, always wanting to escape this depressing construction site in Shanghai.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and in November 2008, I finally couldn't stay on the Shanghai construction site any longer. I finally found an excuse to return to Guangzhou, and the person I missed the most when I left was her. I sent her a text message with a sense of loss, the heaviness of parting lingering in my heart.
(We only met once in those six months, due to geographical and temporal differences—she was in Zhabei, and I was in Minhang—and for a lazy person like me, the rest of our communication was online. Pretty unhelpful, right?)
Back in Guangzhou, I spent less time online, and I seemed to slowly return to reality, no longer having those nightly thoughts of her. The sound of keyboards clicking was gone, replaced only by occasional fleeting thoughts, and brief, ten-minute moments of longing. In August 2009, I was unexpectedly reassigned to Shanghai by my boss, and my online romance with her resumed. Haha, perhaps this is just fate playing tricks. We chatted every night, just like before, like a longing, more like a habit (at least that's how I saw it). I remember once saying, "Chatting with you feels like being in a relationship. It's so nice..." She replied, "What do you take me for?"
For some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly lost, a nameless sadness. I sat quietly, lost in thought. I knew I couldn't change anything, couldn't ask for anything, and could only silently bury my feelings deep within my heart. Even a deep kiss in the virtual world became a luxury. I suddenly realized I had truly fallen in love with this Shanghai woman, but what could I do?
I remember it was an ordinary night in October 2009, our second meeting. After dinner, we strolled through the streets of Shanghai like a couple. It was the longest stretch of road I'd ever walked in Shanghai, and also the most blissful kind of torment I'd experienced there. We walked and talked, and I held her hand so naturally. I really wanted to kiss her and hug her, but I didn't dare take that step. I just silently walked alongside her… When we parted, she texted me: "Why didn't you hug me?" I didn't know what to say. I replied that I really liked her. That second meeting gave me a warm feeling. Hehe!
November in Shanghai is quite warm, at least that's what I thought. That day, after we finished eating hot pot (I think the restaurant was called Crab Soldiers and Shrimp Generals), we walked along a secluded, slightly scary alley (a few streetlights were broken that night, and there were small trees along the side of the road—what a coincidence!). Maybe it was because I'd had a few drinks, but I don't know why, but suddenly I really, really wanted to kiss her.
I mustered my courage, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into a tight embrace. She struggled at first, then stopped moving. I stroked her long, beautiful hair from behind, and when I gently kissed her ear (she had told me during our conversation that she liked it when others kissed her ears), she let out a soft "hmm," which further aroused my desire. I kissed her ear more and more frantically, and her breathing became heavier. I could clearly feel her trembling with nervousness, fear, and a touch of excitement.
Then I slowly moved my lips to hers, and she obediently opened her cherry-like mouth slightly. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth; her tongue was warm and sensual. We kissed passionately for a good five or six minutes. By then, she had wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, clearly enjoying the thrill of this secret affair. My penis was already rock hard. I pressed my genitals against her sensitive areas, thrusting my hips vigorously to allow my penis to rub against her genitals more effectively.
November in Shanghai is relatively warm. I was wearing casual, slightly tight-fitting trousers, and she was wearing company-issued dress pants. Even through the two layers of trousers, I could feel the warmth of her lower body. Not content with that, her hand moved from my neck to my waist. I slowly moved my hand to her chest; through her coat and bra, I could feel her heartbeat.
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, until finally I could see her white, burgeoning breasts. Judging from the depth of her cleavage, her breasts weren't very large. I gently slipped my hand between her breasts and bra, caressing her soft breasts. I lightly teased her nipples with my fingertips, while simultaneously rubbing my penis closer to her genitals. I could feel her arms tightening around me.
So I kissed her lips again, this time she responded even more wildly to my tongue. I slipped my hand from her back directly into her pants. She was wearing silk panties, which felt incredibly smooth to the touch. Her buttocks were very pert, the kind of sexy, alluring bottoms that instantly sparked the imagination. They felt wonderful to the touch, so full and firm. I'm the kind of person who's quite picky about women's buttocks, but hers was definitely top-notch.
I thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure her beautiful buttocks gave me. Soon, I parted our bodies slightly to create a gap so my hand could reach her genitals. I slowly moved my hand from her buttocks to her front. Since my hand had been inside her panties, I quickly felt her pubic hair. She had a lot of thick pubic hair; I've heard that women with thick pubic hair have a stronger sex drive.
So I reached for her genitals. They were already soaking wet. I slowly parted her vagina with my fingertips. Because it was so wet and slippery, I found her clitoris and placed my fingers there, gently rubbing it. She was greatly stimulated and hugged me tighter.
Occasionally, she would moan softly. A woman's moans are the best motivation for a man, so I rubbed her clitoris even harder. Her moans grew louder and louder, almost uncontrollably. Although it was a small path, people occasionally passed by, but I found it even more stimulating.
So I started using my fingers to forcefully insert into her vagina, then pull them out and back down to her clitoris, stroking it. I repeated the same action. By this time, she was completely frenzied, moaning incessantly, her hands groping wildly over my body. I said, "Touch my penis too." She quickly unbuckled my belt and buttons, then put her hand inside my underwear, stroking my penis with her small hand.
Because the space inside the underwear was a bit cramped, she started touching my glans with her fingertips. The itching made my movements even more intense. We continued stroking each other's genitals like this for about ten minutes. Suddenly, I felt her shiver violently, and a stream of hot semen shot onto my hand and into her underwear. I knew she had orgasmed.
But at this moment, I felt even more aroused. My penis was so hard it hurt, and I really wanted to thrust into her vagina! But we were in a public place, so I had to hold back. So I said, "Help me come too." She mischievously kissed me on the cheek and said, "You must be in so much pain!" But her hands were working even harder on my penis. This only made me feel worse; it didn't solve anything.
So I said, "Let's go to a hotel. Don't go back tonight." She said, "No, my mother-in-law is watching me all the time, and my husband won't let me stay out overnight." I said, "Then just tell them you're staying at your mom's tonight." She said, "My mother-in-law and husband will call my mom and ask if she's home." Ugh, so frustrating! And so, I ended our third meeting with her, feeling incredibly uncomfortable and frustrated.
Since that crazy touching during our last meeting, our subsequent chats became very explicit and violent. We had sex online, often chatting until 1 or 2 AM. I felt myself becoming increasingly dependent on her, so I started fantasizing about having sex with her. Then, one time when I went to a construction site to watch the workers, I accidentally broke my finger. When I told her, she was very concerned and said, "I'll come see you this Saturday." I said, "Okay."
Today is Wednesday, and there are still three days until Saturday. I started imagining all sorts of scenarios for our meeting on Saturday. Time was passing so slowly; the three days of waiting felt like three years. Finally, Saturday arrived. I got up early, took a shower, tidied up the room, and texted her to ask when she was coming. She told me she had already left and would arrive around 10:30.
I checked the time and it was only 9:30, so I went out to Yonghe Soy Milk near the bus stop for breakfast, mainly to wait for her. The weather in Shanghai was already a bit cold that day, and it was drizzling—the kind of light, misty rain that shrouded the whole city in a hazy mist, creating a unique, dreamlike beauty.
Time ticked by, 10:30…10:40…10:50 and she still hadn't arrived. Perhaps it was that urgent and longing feeling that dominated my anxiety. I kept calling her to ask why she hadn't arrived yet. She said she didn't know where she was, because it was her first time in Minhang. Finally, at 11:00, she called me to say she had gotten off the bus. I saw her figure in the distance through the glass of Yonghe Soy Milk shop.
I excitedly ran over and gently patted her on the shoulder. We smiled knowingly. That day, she was wearing black, tight-fitting knee-length shorts and knee-high leather boots. Through the gaps in her shorts and boots, I could see she was wearing close-fitting black stockings (I had told her during our conversation that I liked girls who wore black stockings). She wore a black trench coat that went past her thighs. Her all-black outfit made her look exceptionally sexy and charming.
We chatted all the way, and she picked up my injured, tightly bandaged finger and gently asked, "Does it still hurt?" I said, "Seeing that it doesn't hurt anymore, I realized it doesn't hurt at all." She mischievously replied, "Really?" Then I gently pinched my injured finger. Actually, it didn't hurt at all, but I pretended to be in a lot of pain to tease her. She believed me and said, "Who told you to be so naughty?" I mischievously leaned close to her ear and gently blew a breath, saying, "You'll have to make it up to me later!" She pinched my arm hard, and her shy, coy, young womanly behavior made my heart itch. I couldn't wait to get back to the room.
Finally, we returned to my rented apartment in Shanghai. As soon as we entered, I couldn't wait to hug her from behind. She gave a soft "hmm" and curled up into a ball. Although she didn't resist, I could feel a strange mix of anticipation and fear about what was about to happen.
I inhaled the fragrance of her hair, gently brushed it behind her ear, breathed into it, and slowly kissed her earlobe. My erect penis rubbed against her sexy buttocks, and her breathing grew heavier, emitting soft moans. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped my hand inside to caress her breasts. She gripped my hand tightly, and I could feel her mix of fear and desire.
We kissed and embraced, stumbling and falling until I pushed her down onto the bed. I began to kiss her lips passionately. She closed her eyes, letting me grope her body. I couldn't control my desire anymore. Perhaps it was because I was too nervous and excited, but I couldn't undo her belt. I was sweating profusely with frustration. She was considerate enough to quickly undo it herself. I joked with her, "So eager!" She smacked my chest twice and said, "You're so mean, so bad." I said, "Okay, I'll get even worse!"
So I directly put my hand inside her vagina. She didn't expect me to put my hand in so quickly and naturally said, "No!" Then she grabbed my hand tightly with one hand. At this point, I didn't care about anything else and slid my fingers directly into her vagina. Her vagina was already very wet, and I easily reached her clitoris. I slowly rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips. She had given up resisting and closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure brought by my caresses.
With the rhythm of my caresses, she let out bursts of moans. Her one hand also naturally began to caress my penis through my pants. I couldn't resist such stimulation. My penis was already very hard in my pants, so I got up and quickly took off my outer pants and underwear, rubbing my naked lower body tightly against her vagina, shouting, "XX, I want you, I love you!" She echoed, "xxx, I love you too, I want you too!"
I lay on top of her and slowly removed her bra and lingerie. She shyly closed her eyes, her face flushing. It was the first time I'd seen her breasts. They weren't very large, but I couldn't fully grasp them with one hand. Her breasts were beautiful, without any sagging after childbirth. I gently stroked her breast with one hand, teasing her nipple with my fingertips, while burying my head in her other breast and kissing it.
Stimulated by my touch from all sides—my genitals, hands, and mouth—she became aroused, scratching red marks on my back. I slowly kissed my way down her breasts, and she writhed her petite body in response to my kisses. Her abdomen was flat and smooth. When I reached her lower abdomen, she pressed her hands tightly against my head. I slowly pulled down her trousers, my hands caressing her long, beautiful legs and genitals through her stockings. The stockings were of very good quality, probably high-end, and felt completely smooth to the touch.
I kissed her genitals through her stockings, feeling waves of heat wash over me. Her legs naturally straightened, slightly parted. I kissed her thighs, groin, genitals, and lower abdomen, wanting to fully appreciate her perfect, sexy, and slender lower body in stockings—a pleasurable experience.
The moment the stockings and panties were removed, she shyly brought her legs together. I kissed her thighs and abdomen as before, and soon she naturally spread her legs, revealing her genitals clearly. Her pubic hair was thick, and her vagina was flushed red. I then placed her legs on my shoulders, buried my head deep in her genitals, and licked her labia with my tongue, while rubbing her clitoris with one hand.
At this point, she was completely out of control, making moaning and "no" sounds, her hands groping her breasts. Suddenly, she lowered her legs and sat up, hugging me and kissing me passionately. She even put her tongue in my mouth, moaning, "I want it!"
So I lay on top of her, gently rubbing my penis against her vagina. She shyly said, "Come in!" I thrust forward, and since her lower body was already overflowing with desire, my penis slid directly into her vagina. She let out a soft moan, and with each thrust, she twisted her hips to meet my penetration, her moans growing louder and louder. She gripped the blanket tightly with both hands; perhaps it had been too long since we'd had sex, or perhaps it was the thrill of our first tryst.
A few minutes later, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. She seemed to sense my impending climax, twisting her hips even more frantically to meet my deeper penetration. With each more intense thrust, her reaction grew stronger, and finally, I forcefully ejaculated my hot semen into her vagina. I didn't immediately pull out; I lay on top of her, holding her tightly, and she held me back just as tightly. And so, we made love for the first time.

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