【My Eight-Year Sexual History】(5)

As mentioned at the end of Chapter Four, I was later transferred to a department and became the CEO's secretary, placing me in

a central position within the company. Today's fifth chapter tells the story of what happened after I took on this role. Without further

ado, let's begin, based on my true experiences.

Being the CEO's secretary at a multinational corporation wasn't easy; I even had to handle his personal affairs.

I had to pick up his dry cleaners, order his lunches in variety, and as mentioned in Chapter Three,

I also took him to the servicing station for his car. However, I did these chores without complaint. He trusted me completely to entrust

me with his personal matters, which was a form of recognition from him. Later, a rare training opportunity arose.

A lecturer from the German company came to train us, and the boss recommended me to attend, intending to promote me

to the position of foreign trade manager. Such training is often a precursor to promotion. The company's managers understood the CEO

's intentions and treated me with great courtesy.

One night, close to midnight, the HR manager called me: "Secretary Lin, I'm sorry to bother you.

As you know, the training starts tomorrow, and colleagues from several provincial branches are coming here for classes.

The meeting was originally scheduled for this afternoon, but the Guangxi branch's flight was delayed. I just contacted her, and she

's already at the airport, but it's too late for her to take a taxi alone. She'd like us to pick her up. The boss's

point is that we have frequent trade dealings with the Guangxi branch, and since you'll be the trade manager, he hopes

you can pick her up and build a good relationship for easier future work." I understood

the implications of this seemingly small favor, so I quickly agreed, got the manager's number, and drove to the airport.

On the way, I called the Guangxi manager to arrange a meeting place and reminded her to be

careful . Her voice was clear and crisp; I guessed she was quite young. Upon arriving at the airport, I learned from our phone call that

her surname was Zhu. When I met her, Manager Zhu appeared to be a few years older than me. She

wore a purple trench coat, had a petite figure, and her flaxen hair was styled in a mature, married

manner. She wore pearl earrings, had delicate features, and a quiet demeanor. It was too dark for me to make out her features clearly. I loaded her luggage into the car and let her sit in

the passenger seat . Manager Zhu thanked me profusely, exchanging pleasantries and expressing her gratitude for picking her up so late. We drove to

the hotel our company partnered with, which was also the accommodation for the trainees. We introduced ourselves along the way. I

already knew she was now the foreign trade manager of the Guangxi branch. I only mentioned that my position was secretary and that I was also attending

the training. She understood that this training represented a promotion, so she was very polite to me. I inadvertently

noticed a huge, very ornate diamond ring on her ring finger; it seemed she was married. I

didn't say much to her, fearing she might be tired from her journey, and she leaned against the glass and began to doze off. By the time I escorted her to the hotel and helped her check in,

it was almost 2 a.m. She thanked me again and went upstairs to rest.

The next day, the training officially began. As the host, I arrived at the conference room early. Later,

elites from other provinces arrived one after another. When Manager Zhu entered, she saw me, smiled slightly, and sat down next to me

. Today, she was dressed in a professional suit, a short skirt, and stockings, looking capable yet charming. The short

rest last night and the previous flight did not make her look tired. She had dressed up carefully, with

light eyes, a touch of vermilion on her cherry lips, and pearls swaying on her earlobes, making her exceptionally radiant.

I glanced down and noticed that my beautiful wedding ring was not on my hand.

After all the trainees were seated, the German lecturer entered the conference room. He was a tall, balding man,

around 50 years old, with a large belly and gray hair. The lecturer did not speak Chinese and gave the entire lecture in German, with

a translator explaining to us, which made the progress very slow. Every day at noon, we eat lunch together at the company.

Because of the training, I was able to leave my work with the boss behind and enjoy some free time. After the training ended in the afternoon,

Manager Zhu asked me, "Secretary Lin, do you have any plans for dinner?" I replied, "I'm single, so

I just grab something quick for dinner. Nothing special." "That's great! You picked me up so late last night,

and I haven't thanked you yet. How about we have dinner together today as a way of showing my appreciation? But I'm not

familiar with , so I'll have to ask you to show me the best restaurants." I immediately thought, "Isn't this

my chance to build a good relationship?" I smiled and didn't refuse, "I'll gladly accept your offer. I'll take you to try some of our local

cuisine."

I drove Manager Zhu to a Chongqing hot pot restaurant that I frequent, and we sat down and started chatting.

We started by talking about work and gradually moved on to personal matters. "Manager Zhu, I saw you wearing a wedding ring yesterday, you must be married now."

"Yes, I've been married for several years, and my baby is already two years old. Secretary Lin, you're not married yet?" "Yes, I haven't found the right person

yet . I'll focus on work first and then think about it." "Oh, I see. You don't look that old."

"I was born in '87." "Oh, then I'm two years older than you. Let's not be so formal, 'secretary'

and 'manager' are awkward to say. Just call me Sister Zhu." Later, I became less reserved and called her Sister Zhu, and she called me Xiao Lin. We

got to know each other quite well. I learned that Sister Zhu was from Qinzhou, Guangxi, and graduated from Xiamen University. She then joined the Guangxi company.

Because of her prestigious university background, strong work ability, and skillful handling of affairs, she became a manager at a young age. She has

a husband who runs a foreign trade business, more than 10 years older than her, already in his early forties. That night, we had a

pleasant dinner and chatted, and learned about each other's situations. We remained very polite to each other.

The next day during training, the instructor emphasized teamwork, having us work in pairs to think about and answer questions.

Naturally ended up in a group with Sister Zhu. The afternoon was dedicated to building trust in pairs outdoors, which involved physical challenges,

such as running with legs tied together or crossing a balance beam hand-in-hand with eyes closed. During this time, I had many

physical contacts with Sister Zhu. Her small hands were so soft and delicate that I only dared to hold them lightly in many activities, afraid of

hurting her. Sister Zhu, on the other hand, was generous and open-minded, completely unconcerned about the difference between men and women. That afternoon, I treated Sister Zhu to dinner. And

so, throughout the training, we took turns treating each other to dinner.

As the training drew to a close, we grew even closer. One day, we ate together. Sister Zhu ordered

a bottle of wine; having worked in the corporate world for many years, she had a good tolerance for alcohol, so we drank it evenly. After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes,

we started chatting. "Xiao Lin, we've been working together perfectly these past few days. We

're definitely the best trainees in this training." "That's right, it's all thanks to you, Sister Zhu. I'm somewhat useful for the heavy lifting, but for the less strenuous tasks..."

"I rely on Sister Zhu to answer all my brain-teasing questions. It's all thanks to your success as a strong woman," I said modestly

. But it was also the truth. Sister Zhu was sharp-minded and composed; she truly deserved the title of "strong woman

." "Xiao Lin, don't be so polite. You're so young to be a manager; that's proof enough of your ability.

And you've come from the side of the CEO of our company's southern headquarters—your future is limitless

. I'll be relying on you a lot in the future," I said with a smile, declining. This was the effect I wanted after all these meals.

It seemed our future work interactions would be much smoother. She continued, "Actually, little brother, you're young, promising, and handsome.

I really wish I had a good younger brother like you." "Then just treat me like your own brother. When you have time, bring

your husband and baby over for a visit. I'll treat you to good food and drinks." "Don't mention your husband," she said. "He's always on the go.

We only see him once every few months. Even when he comes home occasionally, he doesn't have time for us. He doesn't treat

home like home. Getting him to take us out is harder than climbing Mount Everest." She then slowly told me her story: her

husband travels between Guangxi and Southeast Asia for business. They were wealthy, and she had planned to be a full-time housewife after the baby was born. However,

he lost a lot of money in a failed investment, so she had to continue working after giving birth, while her husband continued his business

travels , and it still hadn't recovered. I couldn't help but sigh. The business world is full of ups and downs,

and it's understandable for a man to want his wife and children to have a comfortable life. But burying yourself in work without considering the feelings of your wife and children

is a losing proposition. Sister Zhu said, "That's the situation. I won't hide it from you. Actually, I don't care how much money he

makes. Even now, our lives are much better than most people's. What I hope for is

someone by my side when I'm tired and weary, someone to lean on." Women don't actually want much. People often say women

are materialistic and too realistic. But once you give them material satisfaction, you'll find that what they crave most

is spiritual support and a sense of belonging.

After dinner, Sister Zhu drank quite a bit and became quite emotional talking about her life. Her face was flushed, and

her eyes started to glaze over. I helped her into the car and took her back to the hotel. At the parking lot, Sister Zhu said she could

go up by herself. I saw her sway as she got out of the car, her arms slightly outstretched to maintain her balance. She stumbled, twisting

her high heels . I thought this wouldn't do; she was bound to fall. I should help her up. But

considering that the trainees all lived there, I had to be careful to avoid suspicion. After all, she was a married woman, and gossip

wouldn't be good for her. I took her hand and led her upstairs. We walked down the corridor to her room; thankfully, the doors to the next

few rooms were closed. No colleagues saw us. Reaching the door, I hesitated to go in, so I told her

to rest well and sober up before showering, otherwise she might slip in the bathroom. Sister Zhu leaned against the wall, took my

hand, and said, "Thank you, little brother. There are so few men like you who know how to be considerate and caring these days." I scratched my head,

unsure what to say, and awkwardly stood there, unable to pull my hand back. Sister Zhu gazed at me and said, "You've

had quite a bit to drink. Come in, rest a bit, have some water, and then drive." Go inside? If someone

saw it would be a compromising situation, impossible to explain. Besides, what if something happened inside? If something did

, it would undoubtedly have a significant impact on Sister Zhu's future marriage. I admired her; she was

young and beautiful, at the age where she exuded mature charm and could easily arouse a man's desire. But she was, after all,

a married woman. After careful consideration, I finally decided not to go in. I said goodbye to Sister Zhu and turned to walk into the elevator.

Before entering, I glanced back at her; she was still leaning against the door, a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

The next day was the last day of training. Sister Zhu and I, as a duo, won the Best Trainee Award. Dinner was a group meal for

all trainees. The German instructor had a high alcohol tolerance, and the atmosphere

was lively with everyone toasting each other. Considering I had to drive, I didn't drink much, but Sister Zhu drank quite a bit. I

felt a little , but she remained generous and cheerful, as if nothing had happened. After dinner, the plates were a mess.

The elites from various provinces suggested going to karaoke, but the German instructor, due to the language barrier, expressed his disinterest and wanted to go back to the hotel first. I

offered to drive him, and Sister Zhu also said she wanted to go back to rest, so I took them both. The rest of us happily

headed to the karaoke bar.

In the car, the instructor sat in the front passenger seat, and Sister Zhu sat in the back. Just as I was about to start the car, the German old man grabbed my

hand, glanced back at Sister Zhu, and whispered, "Lin, I want some hot

girls." His English wasn't great either, and he gave me a knowing look as he spoke.

At first, I didn't understand, but after a few seconds, I realized—haha, this foreigner was getting horny and wanted to find

some girls. I looked at Sister Zhu; she was leaning back in the back seat with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. I replied in a low voice, "What

can I do for you, sir?" "I know a

place, many hot girls. You take me there

then I will go to hot myself."

This foreigner's English was about the same as mine, but we could manage to communicate. He asked me to take him to find a girl, and then he would

go back to his hotel himself. I had no choice but to comply. I took out a card and wrote

the name , so he could show it to the taxi driver and get back to the hotel without having to explain. The foreigner understood what I

meant, patted my arm with a smile, and kept praising me: "Good boy! So clean

." Under his direction, we drove left and right, turning left and right, until we arrived at a club.

The foreigner said this was the place, so it seemed he had been here a few days ago. "Lin, give me five

." I raised my hand and clapped his hands with mine. He laughed, straightened his hair, jumped out of the car, patted

his big belly , and strode into the club. His movements were nimble and quick, as if he had become ten years younger, not at all like a 50-year-old

fat man.

As soon as the foreigner got out of the car, Sister Zhu burst into laughter. I turned around and saw her

rolling around . It turned out she had been listening to our conversation the whole time. "Little brother, this foreigner is a seasoned philanderer. You brought him

here, and now you've become a pimp too." She finished speaking and continued to laugh. I laughed too: "Then what do you suggest I do?

I can't possibly neglect our international friends." Sister Zhu chuckled as she wobbled up from the back seat and sat in

the passenger seat, then asked me, "Do you think he's still capable of that at his age?" "Sister, you underestimate foreigners," I replied.

"Look at how aggressive the German team is in football. Besides, didn't you hear him say 'girls'? He

used the plural, maybe he's planning a threesome." Hearing me mention a threesome, Sister Zhu's already

flushed . I continued, "These foreigners who grew up eating beef are just more robust than us

. I wonder if I'll still have that kind of interest when I'm his age?" "Hmph! If you don't take

good care of your health, you won't be able to handle it even in your 40s, let alone 50, just like my husband."

Sister Zhu unintentionally mentioned an embarrassing family matter, making me stick out my tongue. Sister Zhu, completely oblivious, patted my arm: "

Did you You have to listen to your sister, or you'll regret it later." We drove towards the hotel, joking and laughing.

Just as we were approaching the hotel, I spotted traffic police checking for drunk drivers in the distance. I quickly

pulled over into a dark alley. Sister Zhu asked me what to do. This was the only way back to the hotel;

even if we took a detour, we might encounter other traffic police. Helpless, I had no choice but to wait there for the traffic police to change shifts. I turned off the engine and

sat in the dark car with Sister Zhu. After a while, Sister Zhu said she was thirsty and saw a shop not far away, so

she went to buy water. Since my side was against the wall and it was difficult to open the door, she went to buy it for me. After a while, Sister Zhu came back, gave me a bottle of water, took

a sip herself, and asked, "What do you think that foreigner is doing now?" Wasn't she asking a question she already knew the answer to? He was definitely having

sex . I couldn't answer directly, "He must be enjoying himself with a beautiful woman by his side." "He's so old

and still thinking about this kind of thing. You're so young and single, don't you ever think about that kind of thing?" Of course I do, but I've never liked paying for sex. A paid transaction can't compare to the pleasure of mutual affection. But it was really hard to answer

her so directly .

She complained, "I told you to come in and sit for a while last night, were you afraid I'd eat you?

You didn't even dare to go in. I'm leaving tomorrow, and after tonight you won't have another chance. Just grant your sister this once."

Hearing her obvious request, I didn't know how to respond. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but for the past two nights she

had given me hints, both overt and covert. I've always preferred strong, proactive women, and Sister Zhu was not only beautiful, but

her personality was also my type. She had so bluntly stated her intentions, and I didn't know how to answer. "I,

I..." Just as I was about to stammer, Sister Zhu leaned closer, pressed her hand against my face, and offered her lips,

pressing them against mine.

The strong smell of alcohol hit me, but when our lips met, I no longer cared about the smell; those full,

warm lips were so alluring. I began to kiss her back, my tongue swirling in her mouth.

My hands were already inside her clothes, searching for her soft breasts. We wanted to embrace, but the seats separated us,

preventing us from being close. We could only reach out and caress each other's bodies. I caressed her breasts through her bra,

and her hand slowly moved down, touching my already erect penis. "Take off your pants quickly." Hearing this, I

didn't hesitate , unbuckling my belt, slightly lifting my buttocks, and pulling my pants down to my knees, exposing my penis

in the darkness. She reached out and grasped the base, most of it still exposed. "You've got quite a good endowment, little brother." I let

her caress me. To be honest, if she just wanted a wild night, I'd be happy to oblige. After all, I'd been

suppressing my desires for a long time, and my body's quick reaction was the best proof. Suddenly, she asked me, "Have you seen any of Chapman To's

vulgar comedies?" Her sudden question caught me off guard, and I answered no. "

Good that Today, I'll show you some new tricks." With that, she leaned over and took my penis

into her mouth. Actually, her oral skills were only average, not as good as Ranran and Milk Cow

's , but I hadn't experienced sex in a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

A moment later, Sister Zhu looked up and took something out of her pocket. It was too dark for me to see clearly, but I saw her tear open

the packaging, pour it into her mouth, and continue to hold my penis in her mouth. This time, however, she didn't move at all, just holding

the glans moving. My penis felt that what she was holding in her mouth were some tiny granules, and I couldn't guess what

they were. Then she stirred the granules with her tongue, and suddenly they burst open, like

tiny bombs exploding and jumping in her mouth and on my glans. I seemed to hear crackling sounds,

and my entire glans felt tingly and numb, an indescribable stimulating sensation. She began to move up and down, swallowing and releasing my

penis , and the granules had already dissolved in her mouth. She opened the bag again and poured the rest of the contents into her mouth,

holding my glans in her mouth again, this time with more than before. Crackling sounds, they started to burst again. I stroked

the back of her hair, feeling the stimulation in my genitals; it was truly an unparalleled sensation. After a while, the granules completely

dissolved. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue into my mouth, I felt a sweet sensation. After kissing for a while, I

asked, "What was that just now?" "Hehe, pretty exciting, right? I saw it in that movie, it's popping candy.

I saw it when I went to buy water and bought some. Luckily you didn't pretend to be stupid, otherwise

I would have bought it for nothing." "Sister, you really went to great lengths." I grabbed her hand

and squeezed it hard. Let's check if the traffic police are still there, it's too narrow here, let's go back to the hotel. Hearing this, I

nodded and looked back; the traffic police who had set up the checkpoint earlier had already gone elsewhere. So I quickly pulled up my pants

, reversed, and drove to the hotel.

I figured it had only been a little over an hour since I left the dinner party, and the guys from the karaoke bar shouldn't be back yet. So I casually

put my arm around Sister Zhu's slender waist, and she leaned on my shoulder in return, like a couple who had come specifically to book a room

, as we strolled upstairs. When we got to the room, Sister Zhu had drunk quite a bit and was a little dizzy, so she leaned against my chest while looking for

her room key in her bag. Just then, the elevator dinged. I thought to myself, "Oh no, if the guys from the karaoke bar come back and see

us like this, then I can expect the gossip about 'Manager Zhu and Secretary Lin having an affair' to spread like wildfire in the company the next day. Even

worse, if they take this gossip back to their respective companies, that would be really bad. If it somehow gets back

to her husband's ears, then her marriage will be in jeopardy." Sister Zhu was also quite nervous, but she remained

close to me, her hand gripping my shirt tightly. We both held our breath simultaneously.

The elevator doors opened, and a tall, fat man stepped out. Yes, it was the German lecturer returning from his prostitution trip.

Seeing that it was a foreigner, Sister Zhu loosened her grip, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I just took you to a brothel," I thought

, "but it's alright if you see us like this. We both have something on each other, and besides, he's about to go back to his country."

So I wasn't afraid he'd gossip. The foreigner didn't seem surprised at all when he saw us, and walked towards us: "Ah,

you two

should get some fun." It's you two, time to have some fun. He whispered in my ear, "She's damn hot.

Go go." She's incredibly sexy, hurry up and get her. After saying that, he went back to his door, opened it,

gave us a thumbs-up before entering, and made a "I know" face: "Have a nice day

." He then pushed the door open and entered. Hehe, Sister Zhu laughed out loud, her earlier tension completely gone after being teased by this strange

old man .

Pushing open the door, I picked up Sister Zhu and walked to the bedside. She patted my chest: "What's the rush?

You still have candy stuck to your bottom, and I reek of alcohol. Put me down first, I'll go run a bath for you." I

obeyed her. She went into the bathroom, and I could hear the sound of her running the bathwater. I set the air conditioner outside,

took off my clothes, and, wearing only my underwear, pushed open the bathroom door. I saw her sitting on the toilet, urinating. When she saw me

come in she quickly kicked the door shut, scolding, "Why did you come in like that? You saw me like this. I'm so embarrassed."

I quickly apologized and backed out. In many women's minds, their beautiful bodies are for men to admire,

but their disheveled hair and haggard appearance are absolutely unacceptable, even to their husbands.

Not to mention something as private as urinating. I quickly backed out and sat on the sofa to wait for her. She

didn't get angry when she came out. I quickly apologized again, and she patted my chest: "You're so impatient and hasty. Go take

a bath." Seeing that she wasn't angry, I kissed her lips and ran into the bathroom.

I had originally planned to just take a quick shower and leave, hoping to get to know her sooner. But Sister Zhu had filled

the bathtub to the brim with water, already dripping in shower gel, and it was steaming hot. Not wanting to disappoint

her, I took off my pants and stepped into the tub. The hot water enveloped me, feeling incredibly comfortable. Suddenly,

I didn't want to get up so quickly. I washed my penis, removing the sticky popping candy. Then I scrubbed and washed myself,

feeling wonderfully refreshed. Just then, the door opened. Through the steam, I saw Sister Zhu, wearing a tube top and a towel, her hair

wrapped in a towel, gracefully walk to the tub and smile slightly at me. This was a delightful surprise. When she slowly

stepped into the tub, opened the towel, and stood naked before me, I was stunned. Her breasts were full and firm,

with small areolas—the perfect shape for me. Below her breasts was a flat stomach, and a tuft of dark, curly pubic hair graced her mons pubis.

Her hips were quite large, appearing particularly full and lustrous. I immediately stood up, my penis already erect, and

pulled her into my arms. She smiled sweetly, pressing her back against me, and I guided her into the water. Hot water

immediately overflowed from the edge of the bathtub. She lay on top of me, her full buttocks resting on my lower abdomen, her head against my

shoulder.

My hands involuntarily began to caress her; her full breasts, buoyed by the water, seemed exceptionally

soft, and I couldn't resist squeezing them. As I kneaded them, Sister Zhu began to moan softly. Her hands searched for

my penis and began to stroke it up and down. Warm water surrounded us as we tumbled and played in the bathtub,

sometimes kissing passionately, sometimes caressing. Water splashed constantly, overflowing the tub. We were

entwined .

After a long while, the water cooled. We stepped out of the bathtub. I wrapped her in the towel I had just used, then

swept her up in my arms and gently placed her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, constantly asking for kisses. I pulled off the towel to dry ourselves

, then lay on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, my penis already erect, rubbing back and forth at the entrance of her

vagina . "Should we use a condom?" I asked softly. Men often ask this because

they hope it's not necessary. At this moment, I hoped her answer would be that we were in a safe period and didn't need one. But the answer I received

was even more resolute. "Don't worry, I've had a tubal ligation." This is the advantage of being a married woman. With a young girl, you have to consider

contraception; condoms aren't comfortable, and girls don't want to take pills. But a married woman who has had a tubal ligation doesn't have to worry about any of that; she can

love freely and without restraint.

We remained in this position. I gently pressed the head of my penis between Zhu Jie's labia, and with a slight

thrust of , the head of my penis immediately slid in. The warm, lubricated flesh instantly enveloped the entire head of my penis. I groaned comfortably

, and she closed her eyes as I penetrated, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a soft moan escaping her throat.

My past sexual experience told me that you shouldn't penetrate too deeply the first time you have sex with a woman, because I don't know if she

likes me reaching her cervix. Seeing that I had inserted halfway and then stopped, Sister Zhu

tightened her legs around my waist slightly, signaling me to go in a little more. Heh heh, it seems this woman who's given birth has a

higher . I thrust my hips forward and slowly inserted again. As I went deeper, Sister Zhu's brows furrowed even more. When my entire

penis was inside, Sister Zhu let out a long sigh, her brows relaxing: "Little brother, you have a great figure."

I'd never heard her use the term "figure" before; I didn't know if it was a Guangxi expression, but it had

come out twice tonight. My treasure is my pride. Although it can't compare to those of northern men,

among southerners, my size is quite impressive.

Hearing her praise, I smiled slightly and kissed her forehead: "Want to start?" She nodded,

her eyes filled with anticipation. I pulled out my penis, leaving only the glans, and slowly inserted it again. Often,

I thrust forcefully, not caring about technique or method. This time was different. This was

a woman , and tonight's lovemaking might be the only time we ever made it together. I couldn't bear to rush through it

. I wanted to feel her vagina, every fold, the warmth inside, to etch

this moment of passion into my memory forever. She noticed my gentle movements, perhaps thinking I was being considerate

of her slower arousal, and didn't rush me. She gently shifted her lower body, her soft moans welcoming my thrusts.

Gradually, my desire surged, and I began to thrust faster. Sister Zhu was also completely aroused, her soft moans

turning into groans in response to my vigorous thrusts. The temperature inside her vagina kept rising, becoming hot, making

it hard to control myself. My testicles slapped against her buttocks with a slapping sound. Several times I felt the urge to ejaculate, but I forcefully

suppressed it. Her vagina secreted sticky love fluid, making a sizzling sound with each thrust.

To prolong the experience, I changed positions. I sat upright on the bed, lifted her up, and sat her face-to-face on my lap.

She stretched her legs behind me, adopting a lotus position, taking the initiative. Our chests pressed

together, her body rising and falling, her nipples sliding against my chest. The flush from

the alcohol temples and forehead were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Is it good, sister?"

I kissed her neck and whispered. "Yes, yes, sister, I haven't felt this

way . Brother, your penis is so big, it fills me up completely, it feels so good, I'm so happy. Sister wants you

to fuck me hard, fuck me." I love to tease women with words during sex. When both are in ecstasy, a woman's

defenses completely crumble, even the most dignified and serious lady. As long as you arouse her desire, she will

utter lewd words, endlessly. I listened to her answer with satisfaction, reached forward, grabbed her

plump buttocks , and lifted her up and down in rhythm with her movements. This saved her a lot of energy, and the force

and frequency of my thrusts became more intense. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth wide open, moaning incessantly. Her climax had arrived;

thick white fluid was flowing from her vagina, running down my penis and soaking my pubic hair.

The sheets were also wet. We were both sweating profusely and panting. I hadn't ejaculated yet,

but seeing that Sister Zhu had stopped moving, I stopped too, lying on the bed, breathing heavily.

For a long time, neither of us wanted to speak. We just lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing rapidly.

After a while, Sister Zhu got up and climbed on top of me. She kissed my chin, saying, "Little brother, you're so amazing! You

've made me so wet." I knew she was referring to the overflowing white fluid. Actually, I

'd never seen such a gush of fluid as in an AV film. This amount of

fluid . I smiled slightly, looked up and kissed her, saying, "Sister, I've given you a

nickname ." "Hmm? What is it?" "Little Waves." "Hmm? Why? It sounds like the name of a hydroelectric power station."

I laughed heartily, "There's so much water and so many waves, so it's called Little Waves." "You're so mean. You're

the one who caused this." She said, then playfully patted my chest.

Sister Zhu lay on my chest, and I stroked her back gently. She said slowly, "Little brother, this is

the first time I've been this happy in over a year." She had said this before, but I hadn't paid attention, assuming it was because she

hadn't had an orgasm in over a year, thinking it was normal for her husband, at his age, not to have one. But what she said next

shocked . "My husband hasn't had sex with me for a whole year." I couldn't believe it. With

such a beautiful wife by my side, how could we not have sex? "That year his business failed. One night, we shared a room, but he

couldn't get an erection, let alone penetrate. At first, I thought it was because of his stress and comforted him, thinking

it would get better after a while. But after several attempts, it still didn't work, and finally he gave up completely.

He didn't share a room with me after returning from his business trip. So for the past year, I've been no different from a widow." So that's it. Her husband's impotence was

likely caused by immense mental stress. As a result, Sister Zhu has been living a completely sexless

life for over a year. Although I don't have a regular sexual partner, I occasionally have romantic encounters. Compared to her, I'm incredibly fortunate.

It's truly unbearable for a young woman like her to endure such a sexless life. I gently patted her

back and pulled her into my arms. A tear rolled down my chest. My heart ached, and I held her even tighter.

I didn't speak, slowly waiting for her to calm down. Sister Zhu wiped away her tears, looked up at me, and said,

"Although this year has been tough, the feeling my brother gave me tonight surpasses all my previous experiences. I

'm so happy." I stroked her face and whispered, "As long as you're happy. Tonight is our

night, and I'll make sure you make up for all the regrets of this past year." With that, I rolled over, picked her up, and made

her crawl on the bed. Her vulva was fully exposed, the alluring genitals of a young woman, her pale brown labia

covered with thick pubic hair, the previous love juice still clinging to the crevices. I stroked my penis, making it hard again.

Standing by the bed, I forcefully thrust into her vagina. Sister Zhu cried out with each penetration.

Rear entry is my favorite position; the woman's legs are tightly closed, her vagina is very tight, allowing the penis to be tightly

enveloped. Rear entry allows for deeper penetration than other positions, and the woman's most beautiful buttocks, like a peach, are

fully displayed before my eyes, which is why I've always been obsessed with it. I squeezed her buttocks and thrust in and out vigorously. She

screamed incessantly with each thrust, her voice hysterical; I even suspected the foreigner living two doors down

could hear her. "Little brother, spank me, spank me!" she pleaded, her voice pleading, suggesting

a masochistic tendency. I raised my hand and slapped her buttocks, her buttocks

swaying with each strike, turning red with each blow. Sister Zhu's screams grew increasingly intense.

"Little brother, I'm coming, give it to me, give it to me now!" I stopped slapping, gripping her round buttocks tightly with both hands, and

thrust violently. Under my onslaught, her moans turned into muffled sobs. I thrust a few more times, then

released my pent-up semen, spraying it all into her vagina. She let out a soft cry,

slowly sliding down and collapsing onto the bed.

This frenzy subsided late at night. After resting for a while, Sister Zhu slowly got up, picked up a tissue, and wiped away the spilled

semen. "Little brother, I really don't know what to say, but thank you anyway." I shook my head and pulled her into

my arms. We quietly savored the pleasure after our climax. "Don't leave tonight, stay with me for one more night."

I knew that if I just pulled up my pants and left, it would definitely hurt her feelings. So I replied, "I won't go anywhere

tonight , I'll stay with you the whole time, and I'll hold you and we'll sleep when you're sleepy." "Sigh, if only I had been more proactive earlier

, if we had done this sooner, you could have stayed with me for a few more nights. Now we only have tonight,

I have to leave tomorrow, and it will be hard to see each other again." That was the truth, and I felt a little regretful. If I had known

she invited me in last night, I wouldn't have refused, I would have come. It's a pity that we only had this chance to be together on this last night

. She was a woman I admired, bold and decisive, and a real beauty. I was really reluctant to part

with her. I comforted her, "It's okay, airplanes are so convenient now, you can come anytime you have time." I

knew she was married, and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go to her, so I invited her over. She chuckled, "I'm not

stupid. You're a young person; you'll get married and have children someday. I shouldn't interfere with your life." As soon as she said this...

To show I was a sensible woman who wouldn't disturb my private life and put my mind at ease, I felt a surge of

emotion but couldn't find the words. Then, Sister Zhu broke the silence: "Who was so full of enthusiasm just now, saying they

'd make up for all my regrets this year? Now you're all quiet? Can't you afford such a big

deal ?" Hearing her witty banter, I got up, pinned her down, and launched my second assault.

I don't know what time it was, but we fell into a deep sleep, naked and embracing. In the morning, I felt a warm sensation in my genitals. Opening my eyes, I saw

Sister Zhu gently licking my penis. She must have woken up early and, seeing my morning erection, couldn't resist licking it.

Without disturbing her, I quietly took out my phone and snapped a picture of this beautiful moment. Sister Zhu didn't

stop me from taking the picture; she knew I was a sensible person. She got up, took off one of her earrings, and placed it in my palm. "Keep it as

a memento."

That afternoon, Sister Zhu left. I returned home, turned on my computer, and, fiddling with that pearl, finished watching "

Vulgar Comedy?". A month later, I became a manager as I had hoped, and I had many trade contacts with the Guangxi company.

My collaboration with Sister Zhu went exceptionally smoothly, resulting in several successful deals. One day, during a management meeting, the boss announced that the Guangxi company's

elite team would be coming to our company for a week of training and observation. My heart skipped a beat; I wondered if Sister Zhu would come. That evening,

my phone rang; it was a text message. I opened it and smiled. The message read: "Please pick me up at the usual place

at the airport on the afternoon of the 18th. —————— Xiaolangdi."

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