Secretary's Mistress and Wife

About a year ago, business was really bad. It was hard to make money. Then a friend I knew persuaded me to work for him; he was the general manager of a subsidiary of a private group. I figured it was hard to make money anyway, so I went for it.
That morning, I arrived at the company. My friend was in a meeting at head office and told me to wait. When I went in, the receptionist led me directly to his office. As soon as I sat down, a young woman came to pour me water. I was sitting with my legs crossed, looking at the room's furnishings, not paying much attention to her at first. She poured the tea and looked up at me, saying, "Sir…" When our faces met, I suddenly froze. Her lips trembled slightly. "You… how did you get here?" I immediately remembered her—the woman who left a note at the hotel and left. I was flustered and didn't know what to say, so I immediately stood up, saying, "The general manager is my friend; I'm here to help him." Her face paled slightly as she looked at me and said, "You and he are friends?" I hummed in agreement, but then added, "We've known each other for less than two months." She said "Oh." I asked her, "How are you doing now?" She gave a non-sequitur, "He's my boyfriend, we've been together for two years." I immediately understood what she meant and said, "I've forgotten everything from before, I won't cause you any trouble." She hummed in agreement, nodded, picked up the kettle, turned around, and placed it some distance away. Later, she came back, sat in the chair in front of me, and started chatting. The atmosphere had relaxed by then, and the tension had eased. I told her about my business setbacks over the past two years, and about being deceived by a friend, etc. She also talked about some of her own experiences. She had been with this friend for two years, acting as his mistress and secretary. He had a wife and children, so she knew she had little hope. For a while, he took his wife and children on a trip abroad, and she, feeling lonely and jealous, went on her own trip, which is how she met me. After he returned, she didn't dare to be too brazen. I told her that over the years, I had also met many women and slept with many men. "Everyone has a past," she said, smiling broadly. "Tell me sometime," she said, "how did you manage to get them into bed? Did you get them all drunk?" We both laughed, then chatted about random things. A little while later, my friend returned from a meeting. Seeing me, he rushed over, grabbed my hand, and said, "Finally, I got you here!" Then he turned to her and asked, "Did you give my guest any trouble?" I quickly added, "Your subordinates are all very shrewd; a strong general has no weak soldiers." He laughed heartily and said, "Your arrival is like adding a powerful general to my team. Please guide me in the future." We sat down and discussed some work arrangements. He arranged a very large office for me downstairs, just for me for the time being. That was settled. Life is unpredictable; I never imagined that my friend's mistress would eventually become my wife.
I quickly settled into my new company, and business took off. Sometimes when she went downstairs to run errands, she would stop by my place for a chat, and over time we became good friends. She told me about her past, and I told her mine, and we built a tacit trust with each other. Her family was very poor, her father was bedridden, and her mother was the sole breadwinner, having incurred a lot of debt to send her to university. While in school, she worked part-time to support her studies. After graduation, she couldn't find stable employment for a long time, and her income was unstable. She had several boyfriends, but all relationships ended quickly. It wasn't that the other men were too poor or too unreliable. She drifted like this for two or three years before finally getting a job as a secretary at this company. The general manager treated her very well and was very generous. Since she already knew about relationships, she simply became his mistress. Later, she found out that he not only had a wife but also other women. But there was nothing she could do; he had money to take care of her, and she had to maintain her job and send money home every month. Although she knew she was just his plaything, she felt very helpless. When she was very depressed, she would go out and have fun. She met a man she liked, indulged herself occasionally, and then quietly ran away. But she never expected we'd meet again; she believed it was fate. I told her about my past, my ex-wife, that incident, and how promiscuous I was after the divorce, how I seduced others, and so on. Later, when we talked about getting her drunk and carrying her to a hotel, we both laughed. She said that man had mentioned me to her before, saying he wanted to introduce us. She knew what was going on, and at the time, she neither agreed nor objected. She knew that when he got her drunk that day, she wanted to get drunk. Later, when she saw me on top of her, she accepted it. The next day, she woke up very early and stayed there looking at me. She said she liked me more and more, but knew it was impossible, afraid of actually falling for me, so she folded my clothes, left a note, and left. That's why she hasn't seen me or my friends, thinking she'd never see me again. Who knew fate had deliberately arranged this? We both smiled knowingly.
My relationship with her progressed rapidly. Every day, she would sneak a peek at me before quickly running away. Then one day, an opportunity arose. My friend, a general manager, had to go on a business trip to Guangzhou for a few days without inviting her, knowing she was probably taking another woman. No sooner had he left than she came to my place, asking if I was free to go out that night.
We went out until midnight and had a few drinks. She then said, "Shall we go to a hotel?" We went to the nearest hotel hand-in-hand and booked a room. As soon as we entered, we immediately embraced and kissed passionately, undressing each other as we did so, and fell onto the bed. That night, we made love three times. After I ejaculated, she used her mouth to make it hard again and continued. Finally, exhausted, we cuddled in bed, whispering sweet nothings, neither of us wanting to sleep.
We began to express our longing for each other and asked her about her experience with him. She said he was a pervert; sometimes when they had sex in hotels, he wouldn't even close the curtains and liked to play with her. Sometimes we did it in his Lexus, but most of the time he was busy, so when he wanted to, we'd do it directly on his office desk. I overheard this and secretly laughed. I said, "From now on, we'll do it on my office desk, to piss him off." She heard this and laughed happily, saying, "Let's make him a cuckold, make him a bastard!" I couldn't help but laugh too, and asked her with a smile, "Tell me honestly, how many times have you made him a cuckold? How many times has he become a bastard? Don't say no, I know everything." She leaned against me and seriously counted on her fingers, "One from you, one from your friend..." Then she rolled her eyes, looked at me with a mischievous smile, and said, "Guess." I said, "A dozen or so, maybe more." She said, "Two this year, and last year I think four or five." I asked her where they went, and she said, "Bars, disco, and friends introducing friends, just like you," and that she usually only did it two or three times with each one before leaving. I poked her genitals with my finger and said, "You can fuck even better than me," and she grinned and slapped me. She said she had a particularly wild month, doing a lot of sex, but she ran away at the end. She said she met a boss and wanted to be with him; he was very rich. He had his own villa, and they always had sex there, and she was very enthusiastic with him. At first, there were no problems, but later the boss said he wanted to try something more exciting, and he wouldn't say anything when she asked, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions. One day, the boss called her over, and she went. After entering the room, he became impatient after only a few words. But he insisted on tying a black cloth to her eyes, and she thought it was just a game. So she let him do it. He made her lie there, and after a few minutes of penetration from behind, he got up, and suddenly an even thicker penis went in. She was immediately startled, quickly took off the blindfold, and turned around to see another very tall man penetrating her. She immediately shouted for him and tried to struggle, but the boss held her down from the front, saying it was a business friend who came to have some fun. Without a word, the burly man thrust into her relentlessly from behind. Unable to resist her body's response, she quickly became weak and powerless, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. The boss then forced his penis into her mouth, attacking her from both ends, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. They did it to her many times that day before letting her go. When she returned, her legs felt like they weren't her own anymore. She never dared contact him again, ignoring his pagers. She remained quiet for months afterward, not daring to go out. Later, I told her about how I seduce women, how I fucked them, and how I'd even had a threesome. She became increasingly excited listening, eventually climbing on top of me again, insisting on having sex one more time, but I was too weak to continue. Those few days we were very unrestrained, having sex many times.
Later, when the general manager returned from Guangzhou, she became a docile little lamb again, only occasionally coming down to kiss me and touch me. In March and April, we didn't do anything; we were both very well-behaved. After a while, she started to get restless again. She would often come down and ask me, "Have you been with anyone else these past few days?" I would say no, and she would say, "Hmph, let me check, see if you're hard." I would then ask her, "Have you been with him these past few days?" She would always say, "Several times, it's infuriating, it feels so good." I would get impatient and say, "Then I'll do it with you now, on the table." She would say no, she had to go back quickly, and she always disappointed me. I found myself missing her more and more.
Later, opportunities slowly began to arise. The head office expanded its business, and the general manager was busy, often having to go out for a morning or afternoon. She would secretly come down for 20 or 30 minutes, and we would quickly take off our pants and have sex on the desk. As soon as we finished, she would pull up her pants and rush back. It was so tense then. Even more interestingly, she would always deliberately tease me. Sometimes she would run downstairs, very nervous, and lock the door as soon as she came in. Then she would take off her pants to show me her vagina, telling me that after she finished, she wanted me to see the mess—red from being fucked, sometimes with her vaginal opening still open. Sometimes I would take the opportunity to pull out my penis and insert it, thrusting a few times before continuing. Each time it would last 1 or 2 minutes, then she would pull up her pants and say she didn't have enough time, and slip back inside. Once, she even ran downstairs with his semen in her mouth, and my blood boiled. She spat it out and said triumphantly, "Hmph~~ If he only knows I've been fucked, his friend will have to check again, and he'll be so angry he'll bleed to death." This went on for about two years, with us having an affair. Every time I fucked her on the desk, I felt incredibly happy thinking that the general manager didn't know I was having sex with women, and she was excited too. Sometimes he would have sex with her in the morning, and I would have sex with her in the afternoon. Or she would run downstairs right after being fucked and let me fuck her again. As a result, we became more and more involved, finding pleasure in this, and we both became somewhat psychologically abnormal.
No secret stays hidden forever, and eventually, the truth came out. She didn't come to work that day, and I sensed something was wrong. At lunchtime, the general manager asked me to go out to lunch. He seemed very serious that day, and I didn't say much. We drank together, but he spoke first, saying, "Have I ever wronged you?" I said no. He said, "I've always considered you my brother, don't you understand?" I was embarrassed and said, "Yes, that's why I've always tried my best to do your job well." He said, "You've done some things very well, but you've gone too far in some things." I knew what he meant, and I lowered my head without saying anything because I didn't know how to respond. I thought he would be furious. In the end, he didn't say anything more, poured himself a full glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing this, I immediately poured myself a full glass of wine, gritted my teeth, and downed it in one go. Afterward, he sat there staring at me blankly, making me feel uneasy. Finally, he sighed and said to me, "We've been brothers, and she's been with me for almost four years. Actually, I'm tired of her. If you two are truly meant to be, take her away. Don't let me see you again tomorrow, otherwise..." Then he said, "She's in room 205 of a certain hotel. Go there." He turned and immediately stood up, threw a wad of hundred-yuan bills on the table, said "Check, please," and left. I sat there, stunned, for a long time. To be honest, I felt terrible. After a while, I suddenly thought of her. Had something happened to her? Without thinking twice, I took a taxi straight to that hotel, rushed to room 205, and tried knocking a few times. The door opened, and she stood there, her eyes swollen, but otherwise unharmed. She threw herself into my arms and said, "He knows everything." I asked her how she knew, and she said, "I want to break up with him. I want to be with you." She said I told him, "I've fallen in love with you and I want to leave him." I was stunned, completely at a loss for words. I wasn't prepared to accept her at all, even though I liked her a lot. We knew each other too well, and her sudden actions left me bewildered. I helped her to the bedside, hugged her, and didn't say anything. I asked her when she said it, and she said last night. She said he didn't say anything last night, just that he wanted to stay with me one more night. When he got up this morning, he had no expression, and I was so nervous. When he left, he told me not to go to work. He said he was coming to find you, to have you take me away, and then he left. After he left, I suddenly felt incredibly sad, and I just kept crying. I was so sorry for him; he was so good to me.
I hugged her and said, "Don't cry, baby. I'll take you away; you can stay with me from now on." She nodded vigorously, nestled in my arms. She added, "I only want to be with you for a few years. If I get old, I'll live alone, and I definitely won't bother you. You can have new women." Looking at her, I felt terrible too. Even though we did many perverse things, nobody's perfect. I realized I had actually fallen in love with her, but only as her lover.
Later, we rented an apartment and started living together. I found a job and let her stay home and manage the housework. That year was very happy. Every day when she came home, she would have dinner ready, and every night she would cling to me and make love with great passion, making me never think about other women. During sex, we would share our stories to stimulate each other, recounting the details of our encounters. Over the years, she had slept with more than ten men, and she described in detail how each man had sex with her, constantly arousing me. She also described in great detail how my friend had sex with her. She said he liked her to lift her ass high so he could penetrate her, and he liked to slap her ass while he was having sex with her. When I asked her if it felt good, she said, "Honey, it feels so good." Sometimes I would jokingly say to her, "Let him have sex with you again, let me see how he does it." She would then say coquettishly, "No way, I'm your wife now, I won't let anyone else have sex with me." A long time later, one day, the friend who had slept with her called. By then, everyone had a cell phone. He'd been doing business out of town and said he'd come back to see me soon. I started talking to him about that woman, telling him we were living together now. He said, "Really? I'll definitely visit her sometime," and we both laughed. One day he called again, asking where I lived. I gave him the address, and he said he'd be there in 30 minutes. I didn't dare tell her, afraid she wouldn't be able to adjust. More than an hour later, he arrived and rang the doorbell. My wife asked who it was, and I pretended not to know. I opened the door, and he walked in beaming, carrying a lot of food and wine, muttering and cursing as he went, saying he'd waited a long time to buy it. At that moment, she came out of the bedroom to greet us. As soon as she saw him, she lowered her head and ran back into the bedroom. My friend wasn't shy at all. He called out loudly, "Sister-in-law, stop it! Come out, I'm not an outsider." I chimed in, "Come out, wife, meet your matchmaker!" She finally came out hesitantly, saying, "Neither of you are good people." We both burst out laughing, and the atmosphere lightened. I told her to immediately bring the food and drinks to the table, and then the three of us sat down and started chatting. He talked about all sorts of things, including his business dealings that year. Finally, he brought up women, even flirting with my wife, saying that none of them were as respectable as her. This angered her so much that she picked up a spoon and hit him on the head, telling him to behave himself, and said, "I have a husband now, you're not allowed to flirt with respectable women." My friend and I laughed heartily. My friend said, "Ask your husband, we didn't flirt with women who weren't respectable before." She said, "You're too bad, I'm ignoring you!" and turned to leave. Seeing this, I knew it wouldn't work. I immediately pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her. My friend laughed and said, "You two are so sweet." Her face turned slightly red, and she hit me with her hand, trying to make me let go. I stubbornly refused to let go and even deliberately kissed her cheek. She struggled in my arms, feigning all sorts of coquettish gestures. I said to my friend, "Look, your sister-in-law is still so sexy." My friend said, "What's that called again? It's called being flirtatious." We both burst out laughing, and my wife's face suddenly turned red. She tried to hit him, but he grabbed her hand. I said to my wife, "Why don't you take this opportunity to touch her and take advantage of her?" My wife pulled her hand back, pointed at my nose, and cursed, "You pervert!" I said I would take the opportunity to be a pervert, and then reached out to touch her genitals. In a panic, she covered herself with her hand, and with her other hand, she lifted up her entire nightgown, revealing her breasts. She cried out "Ah!" and immediately pulled her clothes down, then buried her head in my shoulder, pounding my shoulder and muttering loudly, "Bad husband, bad husband, I'll kill you!" I burst out laughing, and my friend laughed so hard he almost fell over, saying, "Sister-in-law, has your brother been massaging you every day? You've gotten so much bigger than before." My wife hugged my back, burying her head in my shoulder, yelling, "I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed, I can't live anymore!" Looking at my wife, I had a mischievous idea and wanted to tease her. I said to my friend, "She told me all the details of how you two made love." My friend immediately retorted, "Sister-in-law, you're so unfair!" She twisted her head on my shoulder, biting it, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll bite you to death." I turned her body towards my friend and asked, "Honey, don't be shy, let your husband kiss you." She turned her head to the other side as far as she could, and I took the opportunity to lift up her pajamas and pull them off. She immediately covered her face with her hands, repeatedly saying, "Put them back on, my good husband." I ignored her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and slowly massaged her breasts with my right hand. I continued chatting with my friend, who, seeing her reaction, complimented her, saying, "Your wife's breasts are so bouncy!" She covered her face and twisted her body, saying, "I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed!" I laughed and said, "You've touched them before, come and touch them." She immediately kicked and yelled, "Bad husband, bad husband!"
My friend didn't move, but stared at her lustfully. I slowly kneaded her breasts, squeezing her nipples with my fingers. She started to pant, her body beginning to react. I said to my friend, "Your wife said you like it when you make her lie on her stomach and spank her big butt, she says it feels so good." I turned to her and asked, "Honey, is that true?" My wife twisted her body, swaying her breasts, clearly aroused, only able to moan, "Oh my... ah my..." My friend quickly said, "Brother, please spare your wife." I said no, I'd embarrass her to death. Then I told him how we reunited, or how we fucked each other. I slowly recounted this while kneading her breasts. She started to get excited, her body stiffening. Especially when I talked about how every day she was pinned down on a table upstairs and fucked, then came downstairs with semen still inside her as I thrust into her a few times, she started making moaning sounds. She started kissing my neck, one arm around my neck, the other exploring my crotch. My friend said, "You guys are so crazy, so exciting!" I knew it was about time, so I told my wife, "Honey, tell him your story." At that moment, my wife grabbed my penis and started stroking it up and down. I had my friend move away from the table and sit knee-to-knee opposite me. Then I put my wife's legs on his lap. I asked my wife, "Every day..." "How should I fuck you?" My wife stammered in a state of excitement, "Press me on the table and fuck me." I asked, "Where should I fuck you?" She said, "Fuck my pussy." I vigorously rubbed her breasts and asked her, "Where's your pussy?" She pulled her hand away from her lower body and touched her pussy with her fingers, saying, "Right here." I deliberately said, "I can't see your pussy, take it off yourself." She started pulling down her pajama bottoms. I gave my friend a wink, and he grabbed them with both hands and pulled them all off, including her shorts. I told my friend to spread her legs wide and asked her, "Honey, where's your pussy?" She touched her pussy with her fingers and started rubbing it herself, saying, "Right here, honey." "I mischievously said to my friend, 'Did you see your sister-in-law's pussy?' He said, 'Yes, it's wide open, overflowing with juices.' My wife was aroused at this point, her pussy kept moving upwards, her head thrusting back. I asked her, 'Do you want to be penetrated?' She excitedly uttered, 'Yes, I want to be penetrated, put it in!' I gestured to my friend, and he inserted two fingers into her pussy and stirred them back and forth. I asked my wife if she was enjoying it, but she was too excited to speak. I handed her over to my friend, who held her with her legs bent, her pussy facing forward, and I directly inserted my hard penis, letting my friend watch her being fucked. Suddenly..." She lunged forward, almost tipping the chair over, and let out a series of moans. A short while later, I ejaculated inside her, the semen flowing down her vagina. I pulled her back, lifted my buttocks, and asked my friend to bring tissues to wipe her vagina clean. He squatted there, diligently wiping, and I made him use his fingers to scoop the semen out of her vagina as well. Watching him wipe her, I felt an indescribable pleasure. At this moment, my wife turned her head away in shame. After he finished wiping, he gave me a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you're awesome!" I thought to myself, "I can fuck you, but you can't." Then I... My wife put her down, patted her on the butt, and said, "Go get dressed, don't get cold." She grabbed her pajamas and ran straight to the bedroom. He stood there for a moment, stunned. I knew this guy was definitely pent up, so I grinned and said, "Brother, go back now, I need to go back to the bedroom to fuck her one more time." He said "Oh," and then, "Big brother, I'm off." I hummed in agreement and saw him out. As soon as he left, I ran back to the bedroom, covering my mouth and bursting into laughter. I said to my wife, "You little bastard, you're going to suffocate!" When my wife saw me come in, she immediately rushed over and punched my shoulder with her little fist, "You big bad boy!" "Damn it, you've ruined me! You've embarrassed me so much!" I couldn't help but laugh, grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and started tearing off her clothes. She kept yelling, "You perverted husband, help me!" I got angry, saw it was already past 9 pm, and casually pulled open all the curtains. There was a seven-story residential building a few dozen meters away; we lived on the third floor. I figured they could see us clearly from across the street at this hour. I felt so perverted, and she was perverted too. I never considered her my wife, just a mistress, a plaything. I only truly fell in love with her a few years later. Right under their noses, we had sex again, incredibly wildly.
We were so crazy back then, often having sex without drawing the curtains, leaving her wet all over the bed. Later, I went on a business trip out of town for a month. When I came back, something unexpected happened that made me furious. Because things went so smoothly, I got back early and didn't call her, arriving home around 10 PM. When I opened the door, I found her and my friend lying naked together in the bedroom. I was enraged. I kicked my friend off the bed and yelled at him, "Get out! Don't let me see you again!" He picked up his clothes, looked at me in shock, turned around, and went downstairs. She was trembling on the bed, clutching the blanket. I glared at her, pointed my finger at her nose, and said, "You can cheat on me, but you have to get my permission." She immediately burst into tears, crying so hard, and my heart softened. I hugged her and said, "This is over. No one is allowed to mention this again, okay?" She nodded. She said, "Do you know how much I missed you?" She said, "He told me to bring something over, and then he slept with me." She was still asleep and wouldn't leave at night, and I was scared, just then you came back.
Looking at her aggrieved expression, I suddenly laughed, "He's done it before, what are you afraid of?" She reached out and hit me, "You're bad, I'm yours already." That incident was over, and I broke off all contact with that friend. We
went through four or five years of on-and-off relationships, but we felt we couldn't live without each other, and finally we got married. The story of the next four or five years was also quite complicated, I'll continue those parts later.
Now, every time we have sex, we reminisce about the past, those online sex escapades. I think about the time I ran downstairs with semen in my mouth, wanting me to penetrate her, and the time I teased her; every time it's so crazy and exciting.

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