[Sharing a friend's experience of falling in love with a client's wife]

The following is a retelling of my friend's story, which I hope will be helpful to everyone.
Due to work, I frequently visit his factory. The boss's wife is 35 years old this year, with two children in elementary school. However, the client is a womanizer, often staying out all night, while the boss's wife is considered a beauty by everyone in the industry. She has an oval face, cherry lips, a slender figure, and speaks in a sweet, coquettish voice, which is very endearing! At the beginning of the year, because the client was having an affair, he brought the woman home to live with him and forced the boss's wife to agree to him taking a concubine. She refused to comply, so her husband beat her severely. In a fit of anger, she ran away from home while the client was out for a late-night snack with the woman.
For several months, there was no news of her. When I went to his factory, I found that the client had brought the woman there. When I asked his wife, she said she had run away. Since that incident, I've found going to his factory somewhat pointless. It was so pleasant chatting with his wife, and I was deeply attracted by her smile. Whenever we talked about her marriage, she expressed deep regret, blaming herself for being young and naive, and for marrying him because of his wealthy family. She never expected her husband to change so drastically after marriage, making her feel like she was just a tool for procreation. She rarely interacted with the outside world after marriage, and her husband never took her to any tourist attractions in Taiwan. I often chatted with her, and from what I told her, she felt increasingly disconnected from society. She even said that chatting with me made her happy because her husband rarely talked to her. She said that if she could choose again, she would definitely marry a man like me. But since she left home, I have felt utterly lost!
Unexpectedly, one evening last month, she called my cell phone and poured out her grievances, telling me how her husband had brutally beaten her. I said, "Then why don't you get a medical examination? And sue him, and get a divorce." She said my client would never let her go, so she had to hide away and make a living on her own in another city. She thought of me, her good friend, and wanted to chat. I said I hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted to invite her for tea. So we arranged to meet at a certain place, and I picked her up. When I saw her, I felt so sorry for her; there were still some bruises on her face, but they couldn't hide her beauty. I comforted her shoulder, noticing tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly, she said she didn't want to go for tea anymore; she wanted to go to the place I often went to see the night view, to see what a night view was like. I said okay, and drove her up the mountain. On the way, I asked her how she was adjusting. She said she had no work experience and could only work as a shop assistant in a clothing store, but she was managing to make ends meet. I gave her some money, saying I could ask for more if needed. At this moment, her eyes reddened again, and she said to me, "You're so good to me!" I quickly took her hand and said it was nothing, that friends should help each other, and that she shouldn't be sad
anymore. We stopped by the mountain road, and I wiped away the tears from her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, nestling her head against it, gazing at me tenderly, and bringing her cherry-like lips closer. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, "I've liked you for so long!" She nodded shyly, "Me too!" "So we embraced and kissed passionately! I slipped my hand into her breasts, which I had been longing to see, and gently kneaded them. Although they weren't large, they were incredibly soft to the touch. She seemed to respond with a soft moan. Then I took my tongue into her mouth; the fragrance of her breath was intoxicating. I then moved my hand to her buttocks, slipping it under her skirt to reach her clitoris, stroking it through her panties. We continued to kiss passionately, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Soon, she was wet. I helped her remove her clothes, revealing her body completely. I couldn't help but compliment her, 'You're so beautiful!' She shyly replied, 'You're so naughty!' I said, 'Can you suck me?'" She immediately lowered her head, pulled down my pants, and put my penis in her mouth, licking it in and out. Seeing her enjoying it so much, I didn't stop either. I ran my fingers over her vulva, then inserted my index finger into her vagina. By this time, our desires were both high. My penis was bulging, and her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluid. I got up, put the chair down, pressed her onto it, and pressed my body against hers. I reached out and inserted my penis into her vagina. Although she had given birth to two children, it was still so tight. I could feel how wet and hot her vagina was. She brought her mouth closer and continued to kiss me passionately, while I kept thrusting. She seemed to moan softly, her hands tightly holding my back. After about two or three hundred thrusts, as the passion intensified, her moans grew louder and louder. I asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She nodded and said, "It's okay!" "Then the climax came in a torrent, shooting inside her. All that could be heard was rapid breathing. I lay on top of her, whispering, 'Are you still comfortable?' I kissed her, and she nodded, saying, 'It's been so long since I felt this good! My husband hasn't touched me in ages!' She then took me back to her rented apartment, and we took a shower together. We kissed again in the bathroom, and then we couldn't resist having sex again… until dawn, a total of four times. With such a beautiful woman before me, how could I not give it my all? Our relationship continued like this for half a month. Every night I would pick her up from get off work, spending every night of revelry together. Until the end of last month, while I was at work, she suddenly called to tell me that she was about to take a bus to Beijing to stay with relatives. She tearfully told me that the time I spent with her was the happiest time of my life, and that she would always remember me and all the good things about me! Goodbye.' I choked back tears and said that I would also remember her, that I would always love her, and that I hoped she would take good care of herself." And that's how we ended this profound relationship.

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