[Slept with the female neighbor who was selling Amway]

Many of you probably know what Amway is. To put it nicely, it's individual marketing

; to put it bluntly, it's legal pyramid selling. Two years ago, a close friend mysteriously dragged me to visit Amway's headquarters in Shenzhen and tried to get

me to join. I even attended a lecture, but after thinking about it carefully, I didn't listen to him and didn't

get involved . It felt like working for someone else for free. However, I

did learn a lot about how Amway works from the lecture.

This happened last July, and it's quite interesting to think about now, so I'm sharing

it .

I live in a village in Shenzhen, in an old building that's over ten years old. I live on

the fifth floor —not the top floor, but one of two apartments. Mine is a two-bedroom apartment, and the apartment across the hall is a three-bedroom apartment. Although

I've lived there for over a year, I've never paid attention to who lives across the hall.

One day around 12:00 PM, I was watching the news in the living room when someone rang the doorbell. Looking through

the peephole saw a woman alone, which was a bit strange, but then I thought the security situation had improved a lot, and it was

daytime, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Just as I was about to open the door

, the doorbell rang again. A woman was pressing my doorbell. When I opened the door, she smiled broadly at me.

"Hello, have you eaten? I live across the hall, my name is Li Ling, I just moved in yesterday, so we

'll be neighbors from now on," she said.

After hearing her words, I started to look her over. She was under 30, but almost,

probably , with a petite figure. Her looks were average, but her hairstyle was

an afro of curls, which seemed very out of place with her appearance and figure. She was wearing a white business

suit , even her high heels were white. Wow.

All that talk was just a quick glance. I quickly replied, "Oh, I see. I was wondering why it was

so noisy across the hall yesterday afternoon. So you moved in." "

Yes, you can come over for tea anytime," she said, chuckling.

"Sure, Ms. Li, do you work nearby?" I tried to strike up a conversation.

She chuckled a few more times, then said, "No, I'm doing Amway now. You know Amway?"

Damn, I immediately understood. No wonder she rang my doorbell. I'd attended Amway classes, and my

old classmate had told me countless times about it. The reason she came to my house was because she

was following one of the methods taught by successful Amway members: start your business with your friends and neighbors.

I'd never wanted to do Amway before. I wanted to use their products but felt they were a bit pricey. They were all good,

but I always felt like I was being ripped off. Knowing she was probably trying to sell me Amway or recruit me, I

started thinking of ways to get rid of her.

...

Three days later, I don't know how many times I saw her during those three days, or how many times I knocked on her door.

She'd give me several books, telling me to read them carefully. I said I'd considered Amway before but didn't want to, otherwise I could have

started before her. She said many people in Amway are like that, it's normal. Then she gave me some DVDs, saying she had a DVD

player at home where I could see how successful Amway people are. I said Amway products aren't cheap, and she said that didn't matter,

the key is value. Then she insisted on doing a live test with samples. Later, I really didn't want to see her anymore, but I was tired of her ringing

the doorbell , so I had to open it. I ate some local specialties from her hometown. Well, she thought

I was obligated because of her hospitality and invited me to her house the next day, saying a teacher from her profession would come to give me a lecture.

The next day, I was indeed called to the apartment across the hall. It was my first time in that apartment; it felt

brighter , but otherwise, nothing special. The teacher she had sent, a man in his thirties, had already prepared tea and was waiting for me. After exchanging

greetings, I learned from their conversation that she had visited every single household in the building. Damn.

Looks like she has a lot of people annoyed with her.

The man started lecturing me. Li Ling wouldn't sell me any fruit, but I just listened quietly; it wasn't

a big deal anyway, I wouldn't buy any products anyway.

The man was quite eloquent, I was almost in awe, even though he talked for over an hour, I didn't even buy the

cheapest fruit. I had no intention of joining, but the man wasn't annoyed, he even smiled and said that the more

people dislike Amway, the more Amway people want to meet. Damn.

...

This went on for over half a month, we talked a few words every day. I occasionally received small gifts from her.

Annoying.

One day, around 2 PM, she called me to her house again. When I got there, she said there was an Amway success story presentation in Shenzhen that evening

at 8 PM , given by a diamond-level member, and many people were going, and she

wanted to invite me to go with her.

"I'm busy tonight, why don't you ask your husband to come down from Fuyong and come with you?" I said with a laugh. "

Just so you know," I continued, "she lives here alone. She says that people who do Amway need a place,

preferably an office building or something, to facilitate their work. Her husband has always opposed her doing Amway; she hasn't earned

a penny , but she's invested almost ten thousand yuan. She used to have a good job, but she quit to do Amway full-time, and the couple

argues on the phone about it every day. Once, I even saw her husband coming to see her from afar through the peephole; they probably had a fight before, because he

wouldn't even let her in." (I laughed so hard.) "

Xiao Cheng, you don't know, after hearing this, you'll have a completely new understanding of Amway," she said hopefully.

I didn't know how to answer her for a moment. She was tidying up the Amway products in the living room, still wearing

the same suit she wore when I first met her. The waist was cinched, her breasts were quite nice, and the white trousers were a little see-through,

revealing the outline of her panties. And she kept squatting down to get things, making the outline of her panties incredibly visible.

They were white panties, and because her pants were a bit transparent, I could see her white underwear underneath. Although

they weren't exactly sexy, they were small and barely visible, which

immediately aroused my lust. For the first time in all the time I'd known her, I'd imagined her naked and making love to me. I liked fantasizing.

"Honestly, I'm a little embarrassed. I've read your books, watched your DVDs, and even tried a lot of your good stuff,

but I really don't want to promote anything." I saw her squat down again, her back to me, organizing products, and a tiny bit of her underwear was showing above her buttocks.

Damn, it wasn't pure cotton underwear; it was so white. My little brother got aroused. I

said this while crossing my legs.

In the end, I still drove with her. We picked up her teacher and several other people at Nantouguan, filling the car to the brim . Towards

the end, I couldn't listen anymore and said I had to go back first. She probably had some financial problems, saying

it was hard to she couldn't come back with me. We got back to Bao'an around 11 PM. I said I wanted some late-night snacks,

and she said she could treat me. I said no, it's not my treat. We just ordered some dishes and three bottles of Kingway beer at a roadside stall

. While eating, she told me many stories, including the one about not letting him in that night.

Haha.

We got home a little after midnight. I had a bit of a drink and was a little dizzy, and my lust was rising. I wanted to hire a prostitute

, but then I thought about her white underwear. When we were almost on the fifth floor, I deliberately said we were out of

laundry detergent and wanted to see how good Amway really was. She was incredibly excited and very

enthusiastically invited me to her house to try it out. I naturally agreed without hesitation.

When we arrived at her house, I went straight in. After closing the door, she went to get some Amway

products ." I asked how to try them, and she said good products are worth trying. I said my clothes had sweat stains, so I'd see if I could

wash them. She laughed and said it was no problem at all, and told me to take them off and try them now. So

I took off my clothes. She started testing them, and I sat on the sofa watching her buttocks and occasionally

glimpses of her white underwear. The excitement I felt was indescribable.

After she finished testing, I said I'd like a bottle. She was overjoyed, looking very proud, and said

I should recommend it to my friends after I used it. I said, "Of course! Everyone will buy from you, and you'll reach

Diamond level!" We both laughed heartily.

When I gave her the money, my womanizing skills came into play. I didn't have any fancy tricks;

I just stared at her without blinking. She took the hundred-dollar bill, saying she didn't have change, and noticed my gaze. She

paused, looking a little embarrassed, but since she had experience in business and office work, she understood

what I meant. But she probably couldn't find any reason to say my thoughts were excessive. We

sat , one looking at the other, the other unsure what to do.

After about a minute, she looked into my eyes, and I gave her a quick flirtation. She

smiled . To be honest, we've seen each other every day since we met, talking about Amway and other things. I know she's

a decent, well-behaved young woman, and she knows I'm an ordinary but witty bachelor in Shenzhen.

The way was based on our previous exchanges about life.

She still kept her head down, and I didn't know what to do. After a while, I stood up and said I was going back

to sleep . She stood up too, saying okay, it was late, and I should get some rest. She'd give me the change tomorrow. When I got to the door,

she followed behind, ready to close it. My hand was already touching the handle when I turned around. By then, we were very close,

standing face to face. Our eyes met again, and I gave her another quick flirtation. She chuckled,

showing no signs of boredom, and I felt aroused again. I boldly reached for her hand, and she pulled away forcefully

, but her face wasn't smiling. Seeing an opportunity, I grabbed her hand again. She still tried to

pull away, but I held on tightly, and after a few struggles, she gave up.

Seizing the chance, I let go of her hand, took a small step forward, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was a little surprised because

she was much shorter than me, and her head darted forward. I told her she was a decent, well-behaved young woman, and she still tried to pull away

, but the more she struggled, the tighter I held her. Haha.

There was no other way. She looked up and said something, and I kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth. She was

completely unprepared. When she came to her senses and tilted her head slightly, I kissed her again. Her mouth was tightly closed.

Being smaller than her, I put my hand on her buttocks, touched them, and then lifted her up. She was quite light, probably only around

100 pounds. This made her even more vulnerable. As soon as she opened her mouth, my tongue was inside her again

. She opened her mouth wide, making it seem like she wasn't kissing, but biting. Haha.

I put her down again, turned around, and she leaned against the door. I lowered my head, still holding her waist tightly, and

started kissing her forehead. Honestly, I probably kissed her forehead dozens of times. Her reaction calmed down considerably. I

tried kissing her lips again, and this time she didn't resist. We kissed like lovers for the first time. But

kissing isn't just about kissing; my hands started groping her back, then her buttocks. I guess her pants

were expensive; they felt very thin and smooth. Her buttocks, though lacking elasticity, felt

much more exciting than touching a prostitute's. She started hugging me back, but clearly just hugging, not groping me.

We were hugging so tightly that I didn't even realize when my little brother was already pressing against her little sister. With her

leaning against the door, it was even easier for me to get an erection; she even seemed to be standing on her tiptoes. After we kissed and separated, we

looked at each other again. She seemed to see me as a greedy wolf, glanced at me, then closed her eyes and lowered her head.

Although she hadn't washed her hair, it still smelled faintly of fragrance.

To be honest, this was the first time in my life I'd had the chance to sleep with someone else's wife. Seeing her like this, I knew

I was , so I kissed her again. Then, without kissing or moving, we went to her room. The room's layout

was the same as my own. I quickly pulled one hand out of my arms from her body and turned on the light. She had only rented a

room to do Amway promotions. Besides a folding bed, there was only a simple wardrobe, a small table with

a mirror and some cosmetics. That was all.

We practically collapsed onto her bed. I held her the whole time, causing the bed to shift slightly. We

shifted a few times in the limited space, and soon I was on top. I let go of her and started buttoning her shirt one

button at a time. Maybe I was in a hurry or afraid she would change her mind, because each button wasn't easy to fasten, and with my heart pounding,

my hands were trembling a little. Hehe, she just kept her eyes closed, occasionally touching my hand. I don't know what she

meant .

Her bra was also white, with lace trim, probably one of those deceptive bras, very delicately made.

I slipped my hand inside the bra, and sure enough, her breasts weren't big, but very soft, with large, protruding nipples, also very

soft. I touched them a few times, without any intention of kissing them, nor of taking them off. Out of sight, out of mind

.

After all, she was a young married woman; she didn't react much to my touching her breasts, but since she was with a man other than her husband,

her face was flushed, and her eyes were tightly closed. I started to take off her pants. It's easy to understand, a woman's pants...

She didn't need a leather strap, and the thing in the middle was just for show, like a man's. There wasn't even a zipper; I

was just groping around with my hands, trying to force her pants off, but I couldn't. Just as I was starting to panic, she pulled

my hand to the waistband. Oh, there it was! How could I be so clumsy? I found a

tiny zipper pull right away. I was about to laugh when she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back and

kissed her on the lips. She didn't hold back and pinched my cheek. Haha, interesting. I

pulled the zipper down, and her pants came undone, revealing one side of her underwear. It was white,

with a little lace trim; if I wasn't mistaken, it should be part of a bra set. I pulled the sides of her panties tight, and she cooperated

by lifting her buttocks, easily freeing her lower body from the high-quality pants, leaving only her white briefs. I was

almost done, and after she rubbed her legs a few times, her pants came off by themselves.

Damn, her panties are really sexy. I mean, after she took off her pants, they fit her perfectly, hugging

her private parts tightly, with a slight bulge where her pubic hair touched. Not a single tuft of hair was showing. So damn sexy.

No wonder her husband doesn't let her do Amway alone. It's a shame I only saw her husband's back that day; otherwise

, I probably wouldn't be very interested in continuing. Men are all like that; seeing a nice woman and thinking about having sex with her makes them

feel uneasy. Luckily, I haven't seen what he looks like. Haha.

I moved closer to her, kissed her again, touched her bra, and then

her panties a few times. I used my fingers to tease her opening through her panties. She bent her legs and twisted them a few times. Looks like she hasn't been horny in a while.

Tonight's going to be amazing. I thought to myself as I quickly took off my clothes.

My little brother was already hard, almost touching my stomach. I stopped thinking and was about to press down and thrust when

she suddenly pushed me away. I was startled. Was she backing out now?! If so, I'd have to force

myself on her . She turned her hips to the side, grabbed my hand with her small hand, and said, "Let's use that one!" I

knew . I pouted to indicate I didn't want to. She opened her eyes, seemed to think for a moment, then closed them again

. I knew she was willing to let me in without a condom.

It was my first time with a married woman, and it felt amazing. I didn't know if she had ever had children, but her genitals were dark

, with little pubic hair and not much lubrication—just enough. I didn't even have the energy to touch her more; I just

used my left hand to gently pry open the opening and touch it a few times before inserting my penis. She didn't react much,

probably because she'd been a seasoned pro in bed for years. After all, I'm a few years younger than her and her husband, so it was pretty quick

for her to feel the missionary position. She put her hands on her head, and her bra, which wasn't off, moved up and down with my movements

. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air—it was incredibly stimulating.

Because of the alcohol, my penis naturally had more stamina than usual, and the more I thrust, the more pleasurable it felt. Several times, I kept

thrusting and thrusting until I felt a little aroused, then I stopped moving, just keeping my penis inside her vagina and focusing on kissing.

After a few times, my penis, as I wished, remained neither too hard nor too soft, displaying remarkable stamina .

Maybe it's because I was born in the 80s and she was born in the 70s, but she probably hadn't tried any other positions.

I tried some positions with her, but she refused to try any of them. Damn, only missionary position is really pleasurable. I wanted to try other positions, but

she wouldn't cooperate, so I had no choice but to keep thrusting.

Maybe she was close to orgasm, because finally, she actively spread her thighs wide and started lifting her buttocks forcefully. She seemed to be a little more

wet by then. It was rare for her to do this, so I thrust very deep, and it felt

great when I pulled out. Judging from the feeling in my penis, she hadn't had children yet, I thought to myself.

Suddenly she started moaning softly, humming and then letting out a soft "ah," before her buttocks

rose to meet my thrusts, her hands gripping my back tightly, refusing to let go, wanting to feel like she was hanging beneath me

. That felt better, and it made my thrusting easier.

Shortly after her orgasm, I felt myself about to ejaculate. I thrust hard and quickly a dozen times,

then with a final, powerful thrust, I stopped moving and ejaculated. It wasn't a very strong ejaculation, probably because of the alcohol

. After ejaculating, I thrust a few more times, then suddenly my penis slipped out. To get it back in, I'd need my fifth brother's help

. Forget it. I lay on top of her, motionless. She was beneath me, breathing heavily, also motionless.

After about two minutes, she told me to get off. I rolled over and lay on the bed, still savoring the pleasure.

She sat up, reached down and touched herself a few times, then pulled out some toilet paper from under the bed and started wiping herself. She looked

really unsightly. Damn.

She then got out of bed, still holding the toilet paper between her legs, took a sip of water, and sat down next to me. It was clear

her orgasm was real, and she showed no remorse or remorse for the adultery. It was

like the expression of two old lovers after making love.

That night, I slept with her again, and again when I got up. Three times in total, each time

less interesting , purely for satisfying my sexual desire, even just for her underwear. The last time

, I deliberately placed her underwear next to her head to barely maintain any interest. Of course, she said, "What's so interesting about underwear? Take it away!" I

said, "I have nowhere to put it, so I'll just leave it here. Mine's with me, isn't it?" Haha.

The next day, I went home, took a short nap, and then went to Dongguan with a friend to discuss business. After the meeting,

I deliberately told my friend I hadn't been to Dongguan in a long time, so I went to visit a friend I used to know in Shenzhen. I

stayed there for two days before returning. When I got back, she met me while parking. I greeted

her casually, and she gave me 27 yuan, saying it was change from the other day. Then she acted as if nothing had happened,

saying she had some errands to run.

In the days that followed, I wanted to find another opportunity to be with her, but I never had a chance to see her, only

occasionally . When we met, we'd exchange a smile, clearly understanding what had happened that night.

About a month later, when the landlord came to collect the rent, he said the woman across the hall was moving out. I

asked why, and the landlord said he didn't know, only a woman living in a three-bedroom apartment would do that. The landlord, probably a lecher

in his youth , said that despite her small stature, the woman wasn't exactly attractive. Haha.

Sure enough, a month later, she moved out, without even asking for my books and CDs back. Doing Amway like that

definitely wouldn't work. I often chatted with other neighbors downstairs, and heard that on the day she moved, while waiting for the delivery truck, she said

she was going back to her hometown in Yangjiang, Guangdong, to do renovation work.

I only think of her occasionally, especially when I see other women wearing white underwear, their outlines barely visible.

(The End)

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