[A memory of an affair]

That happened two years ago. After I left the company that used to be called Hongdu (now renamed), I reconnected with a former female

colleague by phone. The beautiful encounter was unforgettable. When what happened next occurred, he was actually somewhat

reserved. Although he was married, he was also yearning for the thrill of an extramarital affair. Actually, we

had engaged in passionate caresses when we worked together, but we were afraid of being discovered at work, so… Coincidentally, that time I asked her to chat after

work . In the car, I started touching her. Her delicate appearance (although she still outwardly

resisted, she didn't completely object) was truly exciting, especially with her vagina dripping wet! It was incredibly wonderful.

From then on, I enjoyed going to the beach with my girlfriend to spend time. It was always after work, for two

reasons: firstly, it was cheap, and secondly, many of the couples there were having affairs, which felt like being spied on. It was comfortable, and most importantly, there was no

unpleasant undressing process, making it convenient to do bad things.

The following is the story of our affair behind our respective partners' backs:

After work that day, I called her and asked her out. To my surprise, she agreed, saying she had a meeting at the company.

We enjoyed a brief moment of pleasure together. I went to her company to pick her up, and she didn't seem to mind. At that point, I knew

I had a chance to sleep with her. In the car, I kept probing her, and she didn't refuse. During our conversation, I learned that her husband

... often went out for business dinners and didn't come home until late at night. I also knew about her physical needs, so I used an excuse to touch her

body. Unexpectedly, she didn't resist, allowing me to go further and touch her genitals. I found that she was already wet,

so I drove quickly to the Gold Coast. Because it was evening, our desire was even stronger. We parked in the back rows

where there were fewer cars, usually with the seats folded down for easier access. I didn't hesitate to reach for her small

breasts ; they were small and delicate, but quite easy to handle. She immediately moved slightly, and my

hands roamed over her body. I also touched her genitals. It was more complicated if she were wearing pants; I had to unbutton and unzip

to reach her private parts, and it was very difficult to move because the pants were so tight. I couldn't touch her thighs either,

unless I took off my pants, but that was too risky, and we didn't dare. It would be embarrassing if someone saw us. She would

stay close to me, and I would slip my hands inside her clothes to caress her soft breasts. Sometimes I would unhook

her bra, but she wouldn't take it off completely. Without the restraint, I could freely caress her nipples. Then I would cup her

breasts with both hands, intensely feeling their fullness and smoothness. I didn't mind making a little rough movements because

the clothes draped over her body and the dim lighting meant no one would know we were having sex.

Then I would slightly part her legs and move my hands to her thighs, gently

massaging them. I would then massage from her thighs to her calves, lightly touching each of her toes and pressing firmly on her

soles. When I massaged her soles, her breathing quickened, and she cried out in pain.

I told her, "Crying out in pain means you're unwell; if it's sore, it means you're healthy."

She believed me and endured the pain while I continued massaging.

After a while, I removed my hands from her soles and slowly moved them from her calves to her thighs.

Seeing her go from enduring pain to complete relaxation, I knew the time was right.

So I slowly placed my hands on the innermost part of her thighs, simultaneously pulling her skirt up. My

little finger touched her clitoris. Seeing no reaction from her, I slowly moved my hands,

from one finger to two, then three, until finally my entire palm was

pressing against her genitals, massaging. My palm slid against her sparse pubic hair… and suddenly, a surge of desire welled up inside me…

I watched her breathing change from shallow to deep, then to rapid. She seemed to enjoy the

sensation, offering no resistance.

After a short while, my palm felt a wet, slippery sensation. I knew her desire was

aroused.

I deliberately asked her, "Does this feel good?"

She said, "Mmm,"

looking a little embarrassed.

I asked again, "Can I massage a few more times?"

She still said, "Mmm."

So I changed from a slow, gentle massage to a faster one. I noticed her back heaving rapidly, and her breathing

became increasingly rapid.

Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I asked her, "Let me take your pants off. It'll be easier to massage that way, and you'll feel more

comfortable, okay?"

She paused for about a minute or two before nodding and saying, "Mmm."

I stopped using my hands and slowly, slowly, began to untie her skirt around her waist

. At that moment, I saw her snow-white buttocks and pink labia—they were absolutely beautiful.

Like , her skin had a touch of pink, making me want to pinch or bite her buttocks.

However, I suppressed that thought and continued to touch her genitals with my hands, gently stroking

up and down along her vulva.

Because of the angle I had previously opened her legs, she slowly pulled them back in comfort, so I

slowly spread her legs apart a little more, allowing my hands to massage more forcefully and to

see her genitals more clearly.

As I rubbed, I slowly extended my middle finger, feeling the structure of her vaginal opening.

When my middle finger reached her vagina, I deliberately pushed it further inside before resuming the massage.

She cried out "Ah...ah..." a few times, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more. My penis was almost bursting.

Suddenly, she exclaimed in surprise, "No...this isn't good!" Although I paused briefly,

I no longer cared whether I still needed to massage her and

began .

Her cries gradually grew louder, and she gripped the pillow tighter with both hands. My other

hand slowly moved to her chest, grasping and kneading her breasts.

Finally, she uttered a few words, no longer just "uh" or "ah," but "No, this isn't good!" Although I

paused slightly, seeing that she didn't deny it, and with her hips constantly writhing... I knew...

But I pretended not to hear, one hand inside her vagina, the other hand touching her breasts,

her pink buttocks, and her whole body. Finally, I put my middle finger in her mouth, and she sucked it very hard,

her mouth making squeaking noises. And I felt very comfortable being licked by her.

About a minute later, I finally couldn't resist her teasing. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and prepared to take off my

clothes, but she still said, "I don't... want it, I don't... want it yet."

I said, "Okay, wait a minute, I'll give it to you right away!" She would also give me a blowjob, sliding her

tongue in and out, lightly licking my penis. Just pull down the zipper, it's very convenient.

I used one hand to take off my shirt, then my outer pants and underwear, revealing my long-starved

penis.

At this moment, I said, "Come on, Juan... come here and let me suck it!"

I turned her around, doing a 180-degree turn, and

put my penis in her mouth. She was startled and said, "Why are you giving me this?"

But after she finished speaking shyly, she still opened her mouth wide and took my penis in completely. You

absolutely cannot imagine how thirsty she was.

She sucked my penis with a combination of sucking and spitting, which felt so good, gradually pushing me towards orgasm.

The pleasure of watching other cars while my penis was being licked was indescribable. After that, whenever we went out for a tryst, I

would bring an extra layer of clothing while she wore a skirt (especially the company short skirt); it was our unspoken agreement.

I remember one time we were both very excited, and she was soaking wet.

While pressed my lips to hers. She made a soft "mmm" sound, and with a flick of my tongue, her tightly closed teeth

involuntarily parted, allowing my tongue to enter her mouth. She was completely passive. I sucked on her warm,

soft tongue, savoring the sweet saliva in her mouth. Her breathing became heavy, and her tongue involuntarily moved into my mouth. I

felt the suction in her mouth, and her lips sucked hard on mine. Our four lips seemed to have found kindred spirits,

unwilling to separate.

I felt her panties (she was wearing a thong, so she must have come prepared)

were wet as I touched her fingertips inside her tight skirt. She obediently let me gently spread her thighs. When she realized I was unzipping my pants,

she said Are you sure you want to do this? No...no..." Before she could finish speaking, I

grabbed my large penis from her hand. She immediately let go in a panic. I chuckled to myself and didn't take off her panties. I quietly pulled them

down and inserted my penis between the top edge of her panties and her labia. She felt my glans pressing against her

labia, and her whole body tensed up again. One hand gripped my shoulder tightly, while my hand touched her pubic

hair . I felt it was covered in slippery dew. My fingers lightly touched her labia. They were so wet. I even noticed

that the vaginal fluid was flowing down to her anus. At this moment, my penis was like an angry frog, wanting to find

a hole to burrow into. When she felt my glans enter her vagina, she gripped my shoulder tightly.

I tentatively asked her, "Can I go inside you?" She nodded shyly, so I unzipped my pants

to expose my penis and thrust in forcefully… Her body tensed suddenly… Her breath became even heavier and more

seductive… It's said that for women with sexual experience, the first time a man penetrates them… it makes them more passionate…

And it was true… Then I said, "Let's change positions…" She nodded suddenly… At this point, I pulled her panties down

to her knees and had her sit on my lap. She cried out, "Don't stop! Harder! I'm flying

! I'm flying! I'm flying!" She groaned softly as I entered, though only I could hear it. It was dark,

and it took several attempts to penetrate, but I knew she was enjoying it. Then, she took my hand and guided it to

her breasts, her hips swaying back and forth, seemingly seeking greater pleasure. I readily complied, kneading her breasts with

both and thrusting upwards. A few seconds later, she exhaled deeply, her head

slowly lowering forward from its backward tilt until she was pressed against my chest, breathing heavily. I never imagined a married

woman , someone who had given birth, could be so wanton, giving me pleasure beyond what my wife could offer—a world apart from what I experienced with her.

I ejaculated deep inside her. Then I asked her, "Is it comfortable?"

She said, "Comfortable ."

I asked again: "Do you like being fucked by me?"

She said: "Yes. " 　　I

asked again: "Then do you want me to fuck you to death?" She said: "Harder, fuck me to death, faster." Then I asked her: "Is it comfortable?" 　　She said: "Comfortable. 　　" I asked again: "Do you like being fucked by me ?" 　　She said: "Yes. 　　" I asked again: "Then do you want me to fuck you to death?" 　　She said: "Harder, fuck me to death, faster." So I pulled my penis out, squatted on either side of her buttocks, then spread Juan's legs as wide as possible, and then pressed my penis down into Juan's cunt. 　　At this time, her moans were different, louder, and she kept shouting: "Oh!" "Hmm!" "Ah!" "So deep!" 　　Actually, I've researched it, and this position is the best for the whole penis to penetrate. My penis was already inside her. If I leaned back further , it would penetrate even deeper and stimulate her sensitive areas even more. 　　Not long after, I slowly leaned back, and Juan's moans grew louder, filled with intense pleasure . 　　Sure enough, she climaxed again soon after. 　　But I didn't let up. Instead, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands, lifting them high, and thrusting my penis in and out forcefully. She seemed to be reaching her limit, because her climax had just passed, but I didn't stop. She soared to heaven again, experiencing her fourth climax. No woman could withstand this position so far. I used all my strength, thrusting relentlessly, my hands constantly lifting her buttocks. So that my little brother could penetrate deeper. 　　She really couldn't take it anymore and said to me, "I can't take it anymore, can you stop?" 　　At that moment, I secretly thought, married women are different; when they're having an affair, they're like a vicious wolf. Unlike unmarried girls who pretend to be innocent, clearly wanting it but afraid to say it. 　　However, Juan was the first married woman I'd ever been with. Honestly, her appearance didn't match her behavior in bed. She was very proactive in lovemaking, changing positions herself, and knew how to find her sensitive areas. 　　Usually, when we were working overtime at the company and no one was around, she would always ask me to kiss her ear and temple, but this time it was a spur- , so I just went straight in. My entire penis was enveloped by her warm, wet, and slippery vagina...The constant up-and-down thrusting, coupled with the excitement generated in public, the fear of being discovered yet the indulgence in physical pleasure...

The car rocked up and down with our movements, which is hard to describe in words. Can you understand the feeling

? The only downside was that she said it was a one-time thing because she was afraid of being discovered. Although it was just a one-time affair,

it is unforgettable for me.

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