An extramarital affair

I'm not beautiful, I'm absolutely certain of that.

But for a 38-year-old married woman, I'm considered well-maintained. I wouldn't dare say I have a supermodel's

figure, but at least compared to younger women, I'm not inferior at all. That's just my personal opinion,

though sometimes I think being a little thinner would be better. To put it another way, I'm slightly plump,

but what my male colleagues call "curvy."

As a working woman, I have to take care of the kids every morning before rushing to the train station to catch

my train to work. Luckily, there are always seats on my trains, so I can catch a nap during this time.

This commute has been going on for six years now.

Do I wear makeup? Of course! Otherwise, how can I look presentable? My makeup is always very light; sometimes

my female colleagues even ask me why I only wear lipstick. This is something I'm quite proud of.

Once on the train, I encountered a pervert who secretly groped my buttocks. I immediately grabbed his hand,

pulled it high, cursed him furiously, and then gave him 50,000 yuan. Why not 500 yuan? Because of the force of my

slap. I was being kind to him by not knocking out two teeth.

However, I've noticed that for the past month, I've encountered a man every time I go to and from work. He

always keeps a distance of more than five meters from me, no matter where I sit. He always sits

opposite , maintaining that five-meter distance.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to his presence, but I always noticed him intentionally or unintentionally glancing at me. Although

I don't really like this feeling of being spied on, it's still

comforting after all, I'm considered attractive!

In the last few days, I discovered that he even uses the same bus and train stops as me. That's when I

realized this wasn't a coincidence, but something he was doing. This made me a little nervous. Although nothing has happened yet

, being deliberately "followed" like this still feels uncomfortable.

Another month has passed, and he's still maintaining the same distance, without getting any closer.

Maybe I'm just overthinking it.

It's about a 10-minute walk from the bus stop to my house, a distance I usually walk to and from work. There

's a short stretch of road that's rather dark, with sparse streetlights. Walking along this stretch, I'm always extra

careful to watch my surroundings for danger, to see if anyone is following me, and I

always carry a self-defense weapon.

One day, when I was almost completely off guard, I noticed him following me

, keeping a distance. I quickly moved forward to a brighter spot with

more people, stopping to pretend I was looking for something. But he didn't stop; he walked past me and slowly

disappeared from my sight.

I thought, maybe I'm just overthinking it again.

From that day on, he walked behind me every day after work, but before I got home, he

would turn into one of the alleys. The next day, I'd still see him on the train platform.

But I still felt something was off; I didn't know what it was, just a feeling that something was wrong.

I forget how much time had passed, but one day I couldn't hold back anymore. On my way home, I stopped and asked him.

"Sir, why do you follow me every day?"

"Huh?"

"Yes!"

"I...I live around here too!"

"Where do you live?"

"I live at number xx in xx lane."

"Okay, I'll go back with you. I need to make sure you live there."

"Why?"

"Sir, I'm a woman. Every day after work, someone follows me, and it's always the same person. Do you

think I wouldn't be nervous?"

"Oh, I see." He scratched his head. "Alright then."

I quietly followed him, turned left at xx lane, and number xx was on my right. I knew this

bungalow ; it belonged to an elderly couple.

"We're here. This is my home."

"Okay, please open the door and come in."

He picked up his key, opened the door, went in, and closed it.

The moment he closed the door, I felt so embarrassed. I realized I had really overthought things, thinking

he had bad intentions. I quickly turned to leave, but when I reached the alley entrance, I felt really bad for him. I went back to

number XX and rang the doorbell.

An old lady opened the door and asked who I was looking for. Good heavens, who was I looking for? I didn't even know what his

ID card looked like.

"Um... a gentleman just went in, and I'm looking for him."

"Oh, wait a minute. Xiao Luo, someone's looking for you."

So his surname was Luo.

"Huh? It's you. Um... is there something you need?"

"...I came to apologize to you."

"It's okay, it's normal for you to think that way."

"I'm really sorry, I even mistook you for..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good to know it was a misunderstanding."

"Thank you." I said very softly because I really felt so embarrassed.

"Okay, then... bye-bye!"

"Okay, bye-bye."

He closed the door, and at that moment I felt a little better, at least I knew today that he wasn't deliberately following me

. The next day on the train platform, I saw him again. When he turned to look at me, I nodded

politely and stood where I usually stood to wait for the train, while he still kept a certain distance from me. At that moment, a question suddenly popped into my head: why did he always keep a certain distance from me? Should I ask him that? Then, a whole bunch of questions started running through my mind. Sigh… my old habit had kicked in again. 　　That evening after work, he was still walking quietly behind me. Suddenly, I had another urge to know why, so I stopped and turned to wait for him. 　　He seemed startled and stopped too. I walked over and asked him, “I want to ask you, why do you take the same train and ride in the same carriage as me every day? Even after work?” 　　“Huh???…” He seemed unsure how to answer.

I continued, "I already know you're not a bad person, but I don't understand why. Could you please

explain it to me?"

He scratched his head, which seemed to be a habitual gesture of his, and said, "Don't laugh at me. I just moved here

and didn't know which bus to take. On my first day of work, I happened to see you walking ahead of me, and I thought, '

This person must also be going to work,' so I followed you. Then we got to the train station, and the footbridge

stairs to my stop were over by the first carriage, so I always sit in the first carriage."

"Oh... I see!"

"I'm sorry, I made you feel uncomfortable."

"No, it's not that big of a coincidence." I smiled and continued, "

Now there's no problem at all, isn't that great?"

"Yes, yes!" He smiled too, a bright smile.

"Do you know that elderly couple?"

"They are my aunt and uncle."

"I see."

In these few simple sentences, we arrived at XX Alley. He waved to me and walked into XX

Alley.

And so, gradually, we started going to and from work together almost every day. We didn't

deliberately ; we'd sit together, and we got to know each other a little better. It turned out he'd moved here from Taoyuan

for work and only went home on weekends. His wife and child lived in Taoyuan, but they lived separately because of work. Every

Friday he'd take the bus straight home, so I always went home alone on Friday nights.

He looked quite young; I was surprised to find he was the same age as me.

We seemed to have a tacit understanding; we'd chat on the way to the station or home. Once on the train,

we'd quiet down and catch up on sleep.

Chatting with him was quite enjoyable; we could talk about anything, from north to south, but we never talked about sex. After all, we

were both married, and talking about sex always felt inappropriate.

What ? He seemed to understand my feelings, so he never brought it up, at most making a small joke and then

stopping there.

We never ate together; every day was just going to and from work.

And so, almost four more months passed. He went home for the Chinese New Year, while I stayed home with my family. Before he left, he

asked for my phone number, saying he wanted to send me a text message.

I thought it probably wouldn't be anything sweet... well, I guess not; although I

was actually kind of hoping.

On New Year's Eve, I received his New Year's greeting text: "Wishing you prosperity." Just like his personality

, he's not very good with words.

I smiled and replied, "Wishing you prosperity."

Thinking back to when I first met him, it's been almost a year now. At first, I thought he was a pervert, but

now we're good friends, and we even commute to work together every day. My husband and I don't commute together every day like that

, since our workplaces are quite far apart, and even having lunch together is difficult.

Thinking about this, I suddenly feel a sense of loneliness, I don't know why. Even though there are 11

people in my family, I feel like I'm still alone in a very familiar environment. I spent time with

my family playing cards, watching TV, and going for a night stroll. Before midnight, we went to the temple to pray for

the health of my family, my parents, the children, and… him.

Why am I thinking of him again? Today is a holiday with family; I shouldn't be thinking of him. No,

no , this is wrong of me.

But… I really miss him.

I looked at the stars and said to him, “I miss you so much.”

The Spring Festival holiday passed quickly, and then it was back to the usual routine of going to work and coming home.

I got up very early on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, probably because I'd slept enough after several days. I quickly got up to take care of the children

and make breakfast. Afterward, I sat down at my vanity and focused on putting on makeup.

“Getting up so early to put on makeup?” My husband was a little surprised.

I was also a little surprised, because I'd never done this before. I quickly explained, “No, I just wanted to

get ready , so I wouldn't be rushing around like before.”

“Oh.”

My husband seemed satisfied with my answer. He put on his company uniform and went to the living room for breakfast. I

quickly finished getting ready, only missing my lipstick, and followed him to breakfast.

Before leaving, I touched up my lipstick, and I was quite satisfied with how I looked. But why did I do this?

This question kept nagging at me until I reached XX Alley.

"Good morning!"

"Huh? Good morning!" I was a little startled.

"What's wrong? You seem a little distracted. Did you overdo it during the New Year holiday and

can't me to help you get back into the swing

of things?" "No, you're overthinking it. I was just thinking about work." I suddenly felt a little awkward

.

"Well, how was your holiday?"

"Pretty good, I slept a lot. How about you?"

"Nothing special, just spending time with family." He shrugged.

"Have you thought about bringing them to live with us?"

"Of course, but we haven't found a suitable place yet."

"Staying at your aunt's house would be fine, right?"

"No, those two elderly people like quiet, and my little one is too noisy. I can only

rent or buy a place, but I'm not sure yet."

"Why aren't you sure?"

"I'm doing okay at this job, but I don't know if I'll continue."

"I told you, this job is worth doing, and your company is so big and stable, it would be a shame

to give it up ."

"I don't know either."

We had arrived at the train station by then, and according to our unspoken agreement, we both quieted down, waited quietly for

the train , boarded, sat down, and started mending our clothes.

Actually, during the four months or so we worked together, I found myself sleeping with my head resting on his shoulder several times

, and he didn't seem to notice.

After work, we walked home together, without saying much.

There's a dark stretch of road on the way home, which used to be my biggest worry. But now that he's

walking home with me, I feel much more at ease.

When I told him this, he chuckled and said, "Then I should be the pervert."

I laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I definitely won't resist, hahaha..."

"Really?"

"Really."

Before I could finish speaking, he quickly pulled me into his arms. I was so surprised I didn't know how to

react, and could only let him hold me tightly. His hands slowly stroked my back, very

gently , my face pressed against his chest, feeling so warm.

Without realizing it, my arms wrapped around his back, but I didn't dare stroke my back like he did.

I don't know how long we hugged like that, but we gradually let go of each other, leaving only an awkward atmosphere,

but we remained where we were.

I knew he was staring at me intently, but I didn't dare look up at him, because I knew that if I did,

his lips would be on mine.

The silence continued until I finally spoke, "I want to go home."

He didn't reply, slowly making way for me. I quickly took the opportunity to walk past him,

heading home as fast as I could.

Suddenly, he hugged me from behind, saying, "I'm a pervert now, I won't let you go."

"No," I struggled, "I need to get home quickly so my family won't worry."

"If you cooperate a little, we can go home sooner."

I suddenly didn't know how to answer. Cooperate? Could I? I'm a married woman, a mother of

two , a married woman. How could I cooperate?

"No, we're already married. Doing this would be unfair to our spouses, and..."

His lips were already on mine, and he held me even tighter. At first, I tried to struggle, but I couldn't

muster any strength, letting his lips press against mine. Unconsciously, his tongue invaded my mouth

, teasing me with techniques I'd never experienced before.

I couldn't help but respond to his kiss, making it even wilder, yet also incredibly tender.

I gradually lost myself in his kiss.

His hands caressed my face, neck, and ears—a

level of intimacy I hadn't experienced in ten years of marriage. He didn't rush to my breasts, but instead used these gentle caresses to soften my resolve.

I have to admit, he succeeded, very successfully.

I realized I was wet. A warm current gradually rose from my lower abdomen. I knew clearly that

I wanted it. And I wanted it very much.

But I was very worried and afraid that someone would pass by at this moment. I couldn't continue like this,

after all, this was the route my family took to and from school, and everyone else's route.

Before my consciousness completely succumbed, I pushed him away with all my might.

"No, someone will pass by here. How will I face others if they see this?"

He seemed surprised that I could still push him away, looking at me without a word, as if he were

questioning me.

"As long as no one sees, it's fine, right?"

I was speechless for a moment, because that was exactly what I meant, and I felt that way too, but

how could I admit it?

Perhaps because I didn't react or answer immediately, he seemed to realize that's what I meant. He took my

hand and led me to his place.

And I foolishly let him lead me like that, towards a place I'll never forget: his bed.

When he pulled me into his place, I quickly tried to pull my hand away and run out the door, but he immediately grabbed

me again, pulled me closer, and then held me tightly, kissing me. I felt him pressing his penis firmly against

me.

"My aunt and uncle aren't home today; they won't be back until tomorrow." He

then unbuttoned my coat, kissed my neck and shoulders, and licked my ear. I had

no strength left; I could only let him do as he pleased—or rather, enjoy his kisses.

After entering his room, he immediately took off his coat and shirt, revealing his muscular chest. My hands instinctively

touched his chest, pulled up his bra, took it off, and pressed my face against his chest,

quietly listening to his heartbeat.

His hands gently unzipped my clothes, caressing my back, lightly kissing my neck and shoulders.

My arms wrapped around his waist, enjoying his caresses. I

couldn't help but caress his back, kissing his chest, my mouth sucking and gently biting his

nipples . I heard his soft moans, a sound I hadn't heard in so long. I looked up

into his eyes, seeing a pair of burning eyes, filled with love.

I pressed my lips to his, the first time I had ever kissed him first.

His kiss made me forget myself, his hands felt a tenderness I had never felt before. In that

moment I knew clearly that I wanted him.

I don't know when, but I realized I was only wearing underwear. Lost in the passionate kiss, I

had no idea how he had taken my clothes off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my skirt, stockings, and high heels

on the floor, and his hands were unbuttoning my bra, while my hands were unbuckling his belt.

In less than a minute, we were lying naked on his bed.

He stroked my face and kissed me deeply. I could feel his genitals pressed against my lower abdomen,

making my heart race. I fantasized about the feeling of his penis entering me, wondering if it would melt me.

His lips slowly moved from my neck to my shoulders, the kisses just the right pressure,

sending and making me increasingly wet. My desire for him grew stronger.

His hands caressed my breasts, which I was quite satisfied with. Watching him suckle my

nipples and stroke my breasts, I felt not only intense pleasure but also a sense of accomplishment.

He moved one hand to my genitals, stimulating my clitoris. Suddenly, I realized he

was invading me with a finger, and his mouth was also licking my genitals. This double assault made me even wetter.

A warm current slowly flowed from my private parts.

I climaxed! I never thought I would have an orgasm; the last time I had one was ages ago

.

He seemed to realize I had climaxed, but he didn't let up, continuing to tease my private parts,

his other hand also busy, caressing my breasts. I had never felt this way before, and I never knew a woman's

orgasms could come one after another. I don't know how many times I orgasmed, I can't even count them, I should say

I'm incapable of counting.

I only remember that as soon as one orgasm arrived, the next one was already preparing. Orgasms kept visiting me like this!

I don't know how long it lasted, but he stopped, and just as I needed to catch my breath, I realized he

was already ready to go. His lower body reawakened my gradually calming desire, a strong

feeling surging from my lower abdomen, like a fire growing bigger and bigger. I knew very well that it was my

lust , my desire for him.

I deliberately spread my legs, waiting for his arrival.

His lower body gently entered my body, slowly allowing me to adjust to him. It wasn't long or

very thick, but it reached just the deepest point, and it was exactly the size I wanted. This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced

before ; it could only be described as utterly amazing.

He didn't rush in, but slowly entered and exited my body. My hands cupped his face, gazing intently at

him, wanting to clearly see the face of this man who had become one with me, to

forever into my memory.

With his slow thrusts, I seemed to have adapted to the sensations he gave me. He seemed to know that I could

now fully accept him, so he began to increase his speed, his thrusts becoming more and more

intense. I couldn't help but cry out!

"Ah..."

I quickly covered my mouth, afraid someone would hear me, but I really, really couldn't resist. I

never imagined that a man inside me could bring me wave after wave of unending orgasms.

He knew I was about to cry out again, so he quickly silenced me with his mouth.

I held him tightly, kissing him, a feeling of wanting to meld him into my body welling up within me.

My body felt like it had melted away, as if it no longer belonged to me. All I remembered

was endless orgasms surging from within me. The only sounds in the room were my soft moans and

the thud of our bodies colliding. I don't know how long it lasted before he finally released inside me.

He slowly lay down on top of me, and I clung to him tightly with my arms and legs, not wanting him to leave my

body.

He kissed my neck and shoulders, whispering in my ear how much he loved me—a feeling I

had almost forgotten. It was a memory from so long ago. In all these years of marriage,

sex had become almost an obligation. Thinking about this, I held him even tighter. I kissed his neck, his face,

and his lips.

I realized he was growing stronger inside me again.

His kisses became aggressive again, both gentle and wild, and my body began to heat up. Once again

, I was caught in the trap of lust...

I got home around nine o'clock that night, made up an excuse, and quickly went to the bathroom to

wash clean, so his body and smell wouldn't remain on me.

As I went to bed, looking at my husband's sleeping face, a strong sense of guilt welled up inside me.

I had betrayed him, had sex with another man behind his back. What was wrong with me? How

could ? And that man lived not far from my house; we took the same bus every day. How was I supposed to face him tomorrow? Act

like nothing had happened?

I couldn't sleep all night, my mind filled with the intimacy of the previous night and the guilt I felt. I didn't want to go to work,

but I had to; I had to go to work today. Things weren't finished, and taking a day off would only add more trouble.

Walking towards the station, I knew he was waiting for me ahead. When I saw him, I

stopped , unsure whether to go forward or back.

When he saw me, his face lit up with excitement, but when he saw me stop, he seemed to sense

something was wrong.

I shook my head, unable to say a word. He seemed to sense my feelings, smiled slightly, nodded at me

, and walked towards the station...

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