[Real Experience Series - My Wife's Colleagues]

Real Experience Series – My Wife's Colleague

Note: I've posted quite a few things before, and some brothers have supported me, but the content might have been rather

simple , so some brothers might not have found it exciting or satisfying. However, those were all real experiences from me or other friends.

The key is authenticity. Perhaps because the original forums couldn't describe too many details, that's why

it felt that way. The key to my posts is: authenticity. They are all real experiences, maybe not

my own, but definitely from real life. I can't reveal the specific sources

. All future posts belong to this series.

The woman I wanted turned out to be my wife's colleague.

Last year, I went to my wife's workplace and noticed a woman in her office. She was older than my wife, but very

voluptuous. (Isn't food in a wolf's eyes always plentiful?)

When I got home that night, I asked my wife, "Where is your colleague from?" My wife didn't pay much attention and just told me that

she had just gotten divorced, apparently because her husband was impotent, and they didn't have children. I was overjoyed; there was a chance! (My wolfish

nature was showing.)

A few days later, I asked my wife again if she was still seeing other men. My wife gave me a long face and said, "You son

of a bitch, don't you want a relationship? If she doesn't have a man, she can find one herself. Why are you so nosy?" I didn't say anything; if I asked any further, I would

expose my plan. That very night, I had a wet dream about my wife's colleague. For the next

few days , that woman's image kept replaying in my mind.

Time flies, and several months passed in a flash. In May, I went to my wife's workplace again. When I

entered , my wife wasn't there, so I greeted a few other people and sat down at her desk.

Finally, I had a chance to see her. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with a great figure—slim in the right places and

full in the right places. By the standards of you guys, she'd be a 90 out of 100. I couldn't contain my excitement and greeted her

. She smiled sweetly at me. "What beautiful teeth!" I said without hesitation. "You're so beautiful."

She lowered her head and didn't say anything. Oh no, I was too direct. She didn't speak to me for the next few minutes. Could

she have another man? I kept wondering to myself. I had to think of something.

Then it dawned on me: my wife's computer was on, and I didn't know the password. I asked her, "You know my

wife 's computer password?" She said she didn't (actually, I did; I just wanted to talk to her). She then looked

up and asked, "Do you need to use the computer?" I had an idea! I replied, "Yes, I have an email from head office that I haven't checked

today . Can I borrow your computer to look at it?"She said okay. She got up, grabbed a folder, and told me,

"You can use this. I need to deliver some materials to my boss." (Using the computer was a pretense; I wanted to peek at her ample

breasts but I missed out.) Then she left. I was incredibly annoyed. I sat down at her desk and noticed her

QQ account was still logged in. I immediately pulled out my phone and wrote down her QQ number. Looking at her username, I could tell

she was suffering (I won't reveal her username, because this is a true story). Just then,

my wife came home and asked, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I came to your workplace to get some money." I got up, and

my wife asked again, "Why are you on someone else's computer?" I said, "I don't remember your password." My wife didn't answer

and turned on the computer. I sat down at my wife's desk. I really didn't want to leave her seat. There was

a faint, pleasant fragrance on her desk. The seat she had just sat on was still warm, reminding me of her long, slender

legs and round bottom. "What are you daydreaming about?" my wife said from beside me. I was startled and replied, "No,

nothing, I was just thinking about what groceries to buy for dinner tonight." At that moment, I was at my computer, pretending to open

my email, glancing at it a few times. After a few minutes, I told my wife, "I'm leaving, heading back to work."

On the way back to work, that woman's smile kept replaying in my mind. My heart felt like it was being

scratched by two kittens, so itchy! That damn little brother of mine was working against me, constantly getting hard. Damn it, I was thinking about that woman too much. When I got to the company

gate , I actually drove past it. Turning back, the security guard at the gate asked me strangely, "What's wrong with you today?" (

The west side of the company is a dead end). I smiled and said, "I've got something good." The security guard looked at me blankly and muttered to himself, "

Something good? What good thing?"

I went back to my office, turned on my computer as fast as I could, logged into my QQ account, and immediately added her. There was no response for a long time,

until it was almost time to leave work. Suddenly my QQ started flashing. I looked and exclaimed, "Oh my God!" My Eve had responded

! I quickly replied, but she was wary and asked what I did for a living. I told her I was a doctor. She

then told me she hated doctors. I quickly told her I quit my job and was working at a company. She replied that

too many people answered like that. A few minutes passed without her saying anything, and I was getting increasingly anxious.

I asked her, "Are you working?

" "Yes." "Working the night shift?" "No, I'm about to finish." "Are you alone?" "Yes.

" "How old are you?" "27." "How old are you?" I replied, "29, I work at xxx company."

"My colleague's husband works at your company." "Really? Who is he?" (Of course, it's me.)

"His last name is X, and he's quite handsome. Do you know him?" (She's talking about me, I'm getting lucky, I thought to myself.)

"I know him. He's our company's model husband, a real heartthrob. Don't let his 29 age fool you,

all the young women want to have dinner with him every day. Do you like him?" (I started testing her.)

"What's the use of liking him? His wife talks about how great her husband is to me every day." (My wife is really

something, she's divorced, why do you keep provoking her?)

I answered,

"Yes, yes." "Don't you have a husband who loves you?" "No way." "Really? You don't have a husband?" (I pretended to ask.)

"Yes, divorced." I wanted to ask more about why she divorced, but I thought it would bring back her

pain .

Changing the subject, I asked him, "Aren't you off work?" "I'm home alone after work, it's so boring!" "Aren't you

looking for someone?" "I want to, but there aren't any suitable ones. Are there any at your workplace?" "Yes, lots." "

When can you introduce me to someone?" (I was so direct; it seems she's completely unguarded around people from her colleague's husband's workplace.)

"Are you lonely?" "I'm human too, I want to live a normal life too." (She's taking the bait.)

"Yes." Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife. "Honey, I'm at work.

A few , and I need to arrange things. I won't be home too early." "Okay, don't drink too much. Come home early.

" My wife never asks much about my work.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked her.

"No, I don't feel like eating when I'm alone." She was silent for a moment before asking, "Aren't you coming home?" "I'm at

work writing materials, working overtime." "Are you very busy?" (What am I busy with? I'm just trying to hook you!)

"Not busy. Do you want me to treat you?" (I was joking with her, but who knew...)

"Yes." (Looks like she's taken the bait.)

"Wait a minute. Okay? Give me your number? I'll contact you?" "1390xxxx.

" Success! She gave me her phone number, but I didn't call right away. Instead, I told her on QQ that I'd

wait for her at a bar in 1912 in half an hour.

I was afraid of revealing myself and her not coming. (She didn't know I was the one asking her out; she thought it was my colleague.)

I sat in my chair, thinking about how to explain it to her—it was me she was talking to.

Never mind her, I'll see her first. Adapting to the situation is the mark of a cunning wolf.

When I arrived at the bar, it wasn't too crowded yet. I found a seat near the entrance, so I'd see her as soon as she walked in.

A few minutes later, she arrived. I got up to greet her, pretending not to see her.

"Hello, alone?" "Yes, what are you doing here? Didn't your wife come?" "Oh, I'm

waiting for a friend. He hasn't arrived yet. Are you here too?" "Yes, I don't come here often." "Has he arrived?

" "No, he told me to wait for him." (Yeah, right, I'm the one who has to wait.)

"Then come sit with me for a while?" She actually agreed.

Ten minutes passed, and she kept looking outside. I thought I couldn't let this continue, or she'd leave.

"He hasn't come yet?" "Yes, we agreed." "Can I ask who it is?" "He works at your company,

his last name is X." "Oh, I'll call him for you." I went outside to make the call. "His wife is here, at work, he

can't come." "What kind of person is he? Why lie to me if he's not coming?" She was about to get up. I quickly said, "You're already here

, even if he doesn't come, I'll treat you. The person you know is a good friend of mine." She didn't say anything and sat down

again. (You've been tricked, MM, the wolf is going to eat you today. Hehehe)

The bar got crowded, and I said to her, let's find a quiet place, she agreed.

The waiter led us to a corner, this place was great, we could see outside, but we couldn't see inside from the outside.

I ordered a bottle of whiskey, but she didn't order anything. She said to me, "Your wife said you can really drink?" "Yes

. What else has my wife said about me?" "A lot."

I poured her a glass, "Come on, let's have a drink together for the first time." She thanked me and downed it in one gulp.

Oops, I didn't add any tea or anything, it was pure liquor. As soon as I put down my glass, she filled it herself and

downed another one... three glasses in a row. I stared at her, wide-eyed. She moved from her side to mine,

patted my shoulder, and said, "Drinking is so refreshing." (After three glasses of strong liquor, even the most virile woman becomes

a slut .) Just as I thought that, she suddenly leaned on my shoulder and started crying.

"Where do you feel unwell?" She wouldn't look up, sobbing on my shoulder. I squeezed her hand, but she

didn't react. I handed her a tissue, which she used to wipe her eyes, saying, "I'm sorry about earlier." "It's okay,

alcohol is a good thing. After a drink, you relax."

Seeing that her guard had lowered, I put my arm around her shoulder. She didn't resist or move. Her face

was flushed pink, and her breathing was heavier. I hugged her, and she asked, "Will your wife come?" "No."

My hands began to caress her body. I didn't touch her breasts, but gently kneaded her back.

I saw her eyes closed, her hands clasped together. I put my mouth to her ear and breathed softly. She

whispered, "You're so naughty." My hands continued to

caress her body. It was a bit hot, and she was wearing a low-cut top. I reached for her breasts; they were like two ripe peaches

. I gently touched them. She said in my arms, "Let's go outside, it's crowded here." I said okay.

We quickly got ready and headed out.

We left the bar and went straight to my car. She said to me, "I drove here too. Are you driving

a small car or a big car?" (She had two cars, an Audi A6 and a BMW Mini.

Much better than my beat-up Santana.) Oh, a big car. "Then drive your car." She handed me the car keys, and

I jumped in. She said, "Let's go to my place." I thought we were going to a hotel, but she actually

invited me to her place. I was so happy! I drove onto Zhongshan East Road, my left hand on

the steering wheel , but my right hand couldn't stay still. I touched her hand, and that's when the problem arose. She started

getting restless. She unbuckled my seatbelt, one hand reaching for my penis, the other unbuckling my belt. I was terrified.

"Baby, I want to drive!" "No, I want to!" "

At this moment, she turned around and buried her head between my legs. My belt had already been unbuckled. She

grabbed my penis with one hand and took a deep sniff. 'It's been so long since I smelled this fragrance.' As soon as she finished speaking,

I felt a sharp pain in my glans. I yelled, 'Baby, be gentle!'" "She didn't even lift her head

, and suddenly sucked my penis all the way down. There was a red light ahead, so I gently braked.

Then her movements became more and more intense—one deep throat, two deep throats, three deep throats,

gently grinding the head of my penis with her icy little teeth. My god, her skill was top-notch among women. The red light was only

fifty seconds long, and those fifty seconds gave me a real oral sex experience. I really wished the red light could last another ten

minutes.

At that moment, I wanted to drive at 200 km/h all the way to her house. I put my right hand

behind her buttocks and touched downwards; her genitals were already wet. Her panties were soaked. I used one finger

to brush around her labia majora, and she let out a sound from her mouth, biting my penis, 'Honey, don't touch me,

I can't take it, I want your penis.' She continued biting my penis, still doing deep throats. I felt ..."i=66>'s dd is about to burst. 　　"Baby, do you want me to shoot in your mouth?" "Come on, husband, I want to drink your milk, come on." She

Her movements became faster and faster, and my head was already starting to feel numb. I took a deep breath and shouted, "

Baby, don't stop! I'm about to come! "

She sped up even more, accompanied by her moans.

My head jerked, and a surge of heat rose from my heels. My semen rushed into her

mouth, and she sucked even faster. I yelled, "Baby, you're killing me!" (This was the first time I'd ever been

brought to tears by a woman. This woman's skills were amazing; I never imagined it. It looks like I'm going to die at her

hands today.)

Then her movements slowed down a little. Her tongue was still circling around the head of my penis. She slowly swallowed

my semen, looked up at me, and said, "Are we home? Honey, your milk is so delicious." "How many months have you

been without it?" I asked.

She licked her lips; there was still a little bit left at the corner of her mouth. It seemed she was really thirsty

.

"You're so mean! I haven't touched a man since my divorce two years ago."

"Really?" "Why would I lie to you?"

To be honest, this woman is quite nice. My wife told me that even though her husband was impotent and they divorced,

no one has gossiped about her. She's a respectable person at work. Men who pursue her at work are all cursed out by her

. (She doesn't know how to curse; that's how I describe her – she doesn't associate with those kinds of people.)

As we talked, the car arrived at her building. She quickly helped me straighten my pants and smoothed her hair.

"Honey, let's go home. I'm all wet down there." "Aren't you afraid people will see you bringing a man home?" "

What's there to be afraid of? I've never brought another man home. Besides, you're handsome; I'm not good enough for you. If people

ask, I'll just say you're my husband."

Saying this, I followed her upstairs. I was right behind her. Seeing that her underwear was really wet,

I noticed it was visible through her white pants. I quickly went up to her and pressed myself against her. "Baby, you're

all wet." She turned around and smiled at me. "It's all your fault. When we get home, you'll lick it clean."

I laughed. "Have you seen that ad with Lu Xue from last year? Such a classic line!"

She lived on the third floor. I had been there once with my wife before, so we knew each other well. We went upstairs, and she opened the door

. I kept pressing my face against her buttocks.

As soon as the door closed, she grabbed me and hugged me tightly. "Honey, I want it, I want it!" She knelt down on the floor with a thud, still holding her bag

on her shoulder . She unbuckled my unbuttoned belt and pulled down my pants. Grabbing my penis with one hand

and touching my testicles with the other, she took my penis into her mouth. I felt how hot her mouth was,

like being in a sauna.

Her tongue circled the head of my penis, like someone was dancing on it. (Just now, I had given

her oral sex; my penis is extremely sensitive, everyone should know this feeling—ejaculating and then giving

oral sex.) My penis protested, veins bulging, head raised, getting bigger

and bigger, filling her small mouth.

"Husband, yours is so big, ooh... ooh, really big." Her eyes were tightly closed, her small mouth

sucking and sucking, one small hand occasionally touching the base of my penis.

Her mouth was so passionate; to avoid her teeth touching my penis, she kept her mouth tightly closed, using her lips to wrap around her teeth,

making piston-like movements on my penis. It made that unique slapping sound from time to time.

Then she released my penis, her lips moved to my testicles, kissing them, sometimes

a long kiss, sometimes a light peck—a method I'd only seen in porn. One word: amazing!

Suddenly, she thrust her tongue forward, swirling it around my testicles, and pulled them into her mouth.

"So good, my baby, I want to go to bed, I want your little sister." "No, I want your penis,

it tastes so good, so good!"

My penis grew larger and larger, her breathing became heavier and heavier. I couldn't wait any longer, or I'd

come again. I gently bent down, took her arms, and helped her up. My lips pressed against hers, and

I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft moan and grabbed my hand, guiding it towards her long-untouched

pubic hair . As we went, I casually unbuckled her belt, and she readily pulled down her pants. I

grabbed her and carried her to her bedroom. Her bed was large.

"Husband, this bed is what I bought after my divorce. No one else has slept in it. You're mine, and this bed

will be yours from now on." Hearing her words, I was moved to tears. What a wonderful woman.

I gently placed her on the bed, unbuttoned her shirt, and her two large, peach-like breasts bounced

before my eyes. I took a deep breath and sniffed them; the cherry-like nipples were just right to

block my nostrils. (A 27-year-old woman with such beautiful breasts is rare.) "Honey, come here,

what are you looking at?" I was so focused on looking that I forgot about her feelings.

"Baby, I'm here." I gently climbed on top of her, her breasts pressed against my chest, my

tongue darting around her ear, sucking on the droop of her earlobe. Her body began to writhe on the bed.

"Honey, don't do this, my ears are so sensitive, don't do this, I'm going to die!" (That's how women are;

the more they cry like that, the happier we wolves are. We wolves are cunning.)

My tongue began to move downwards, unconsciously reaching between her breasts. My tongue tip circled around

the two basic points—that's right, I can't just focus on the two basic points; there has to be a center, so I can better serve

the masses.

I shifted my focus and headed straight for a central spot. The crowd was so enthusiastic; she was sweating profusely,

like a clear spring gushing from the mountains.

"Husband, Lu Xue, I want it."

I buried my head between her legs, parted them, and looked closely. This area, untouched for years, was

so clean and fresh, without a trace of odor, carrying a faint fragrance. (She uses several panty liners every day

to maintain personal hygiene.) I used my fingers to part her lips; saliva had already dripped onto the sheets.

The sheets were soaked. I kissed her first.

"Husband, don't stop, I miss you, kiss me, it's so itchy, kiss me!" I suddenly thrust my ...i=70> He pressed his lips against hers, his tongue pressing against her sister's little head, and took her two pink lips into his mouth.

"Ah!!!!!!!!! My dear husband, my sister's head is itchy, itchy, husband, thrust into her!" My tongue

sped up, making slapping and squeaking sounds. She twisted even faster, her legs clamping my head.

"Husband, I'm coming, I'm coming." Her juices increased, I couldn't even drink them all.

Like honey, sticky, with a unique flavor.

Suddenly she turned around, pinning me down (69 position), biting my penis and sucking.

I was still trying to bite her vagina, when her mouth stopped, I felt a warm flow from her

vagina , she turned around again, grabbed my penis with her hand, and inserted it into her vagina.

"Husband, I'm coming," she trembled all over, slowly lying on top of me, I felt her

vagina contracting in waves, tightly wrapping my penis. So tight, it felt like a virgin's. My penis also

swelled with her contractions, and with the lubrication of her juices, it swelled even more. (This is the first time I've ever seen

a woman climax on top of a man. I'm ashamed of myself.)

"Honey, you're so good," she said, panting as she lay on top of me. I looked into her eyes and saw they

were filled with tears.

"Honey, I've never experienced being a woman since we got married. It's so pleasurable.

Honey I want more." "Baby, I'll give you everything today."

As soon as I finished speaking, she started rubbing against me again, her little hole gripping my penis up and down, left

and right, back and forth. This happened over a hundred times. I held her waist, and in the last few thrusts, I helped her

. I touched my pubic hair, which was smeared with her fluids, like freshly washed hair that hadn't been dried properly. It was all stuck

together .

"Honey, I'm coming again. Honey, yours is so big, it's filling my pussy!" After saying that, she lay on top of me,

completely relaxed. There was one place that was the tightest.

After resting for two minutes, I turned over and pinned her beneath me. She cooperated by grabbing my penis and rubbing it against her

opening I felt her juices flowing again.

"Baby, give me a little nibble. Okay?"

"Mmm."

I stood off the bed, and she got off too, squatted down, and I held her head. She bit my penis. I

repeated the initial movements in her mouth. Having already ejaculated once in the car, I knew it would be difficult for me to ejaculate the second time.

Without oral sex, I wouldn't come. After about five minutes, she stopped.

"Honey, is it okay now? My mouth is so sore." I couldn't bear it. "Okay, baby, it's sore up there, but not

down there right?" "Oh no, I'm about to get wet down there!" After saying that, I mounted

her, and my penis slid into her hole with a whoosh. She hugged me tightly. "Honey, I'm having another orgasm." My penis

was gently moving inside her, and her juices were flowing out. The walls of her vagina were rubbing against my

glans. I thrust in a little more, and something round suddenly bit the head of my penis. I knew I

had entered her womb.

"Honey, go in, I want it, I want it..."

She couldn't speak anymore. She grabbed my buttocks, trying to tell me not to move. But I'm not one to be trifled with.

I took a deep breath and thrust hard inside her. She screamed, her head soaked with sweat. She

struggled desperately on the bed.

"Honey, I don't want it anymore, let me go, please don't."

She said no, but she still clung to my waist tightly. Then another surge of heat flowed out from inside.

My penis jolted, unable to hold back, and opened its mouth in her womb, releasing my semen. She forcefully pushed,

grabbed my penis with one hand, and shoved it into her mouth, ejaculating the last few times into her mouth. I held her and

lay down on the bed.

She lay on my chest, her little hands still playing with my penis.

"Honey, don't lie to me. You haven't had any colleagues who've been thinking about me for a long time, have you? You just

didn't have the chance. You've succeeded." I smiled knowingly at her.

"It's getting late, we have to go home. I don't want your wife to know about what happened. I want to be with you for a long time

." After saying that, we took a shower together. As we were leaving, she took a bottle of wine and made me drink a few sips,

then spilled a few drops on me.

"You know how to tell your wife when you get home?" I nodded.

"Drive the truck back, remember to park it under the building behind, so your husband will dream of me when he gets home."

I still maintain a relationship with her to this day, but she has found another man now, and I'm so frustrated. How many more times can I

sleep her?

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