A typical day in a family's life

Chapter 1: Life

As usual, the couple ate breakfast quietly together. He looked at the front page, I glanced at the supplement. This wasn't

really about gender differences; it's just that a newspaper should be read separately, wouldn't it be strange if we both wanted the same page?

Five years of marriage, hmm! Very good, no reason to say it's bad! Everything was going smoothly and reasonably.

He bought breakfast, I cleaned up the mess, working together. We made love once a week, sometimes with an orgasm, sometimes

not . A small apartment with sixteen years left on the mortgage, a savings book that could sustain us for half a year without working.

We planned to try for a baby tomorrow.

Life was nothing to complain about, perfectly normal. All families are the same, aren't they?

It was almost nine o'clock; we packed our things and kissed. Waiting for the bus at the same spot, but getting on the opposite

buses—that's life!

I'm a salesperson, and so is my husband, but I mainly work in advertising. There aren't many field trips; most

clients are fixed. Actually, I'm lazy; I don't like driving around the streets, I hate the chaos of Taipei.

This morning, the vice president said a new client wanted me to come over. I figured the vice president wasn't really interested, but it was an

opportunity to try.

We arranged to have lunch together; the place wasn't far. I was wondering if I could stay out all afternoon and not go back to the office.

The client was a middle-aged man, probably in his forties or fifties. He didn't seem like a businessman, but you could tell he

was shrewd just from the first few words. However, this wasn't really my concern, and I wasn't necessarily going to close the deal. I simply handed him

some written performance data; the figures were all accurate, even if some were fabricated, they weren't too far off.

We finished talking before 1:30, without any concrete answers. The chances of a deal falling through were probably higher.

He put on his glasses and asked if I needed a ride. "Hmm," I said

. "I'm about right. At this age, I should have presbyopia." I smiled and told him if it wasn't too much trouble. Then, I honestly said that I didn't actually want to go back to

the office ; since I was already out, I'd rather go home and rest.

He laughed. This man was actually quite charming; middle-aged men are all quite charming, aren't they? He said he was lucky I

wasn't his employee, and I laughed heartily.

Imported cars are very comfortable, but the air conditioning isn't strong, plus Taipei is so crowded. We chatted on the way, catching up

on each other's backgrounds. His wife is a purchasing manager at another company, and his kid is about my age—about to take

the college entrance exam, making him a worried dad.

The car was really stuffy, but I knew it would be worse with the windows open. He looked at me, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat,

and said apologetically, "That's how European cars are."

When we got home, I politely asked him if he wanted to come in for a bit, to enjoy the air conditioning and have a cold drink. He

readily agreed.

He curiously wandered around the small living room. I said that my husband and I could only afford a house this big, and once we

had kids, there wouldn't be a study. He just smiled and said, "It's good to be young." I continued, "You don't look old either!"

He said, "Looks like?" Then we both burst out laughing.

He pushed up his glasses and said, "You really do look a bit like one of my girlfriends when I was young." I replied, "You

also look like one of my ex-boyfriends!" Ha! Everyone knew what he meant; I'd heard that kind of lame opening line

too many times.

He walked over to me and took off his coat: "What time does your husband usually get off work?" "

Oh! It's hard to say, but always around seven or eight!" Then I turned my back to him and

placed my half-finished drink on the teacup.

He gently hugged me from behind and kissed my earlobe. This is normal, isn't it? I

knew , but I'd never done it at home with anyone else.

I tilted my head back, and his hands began to wander to my breasts. He was a pro. Hmm! I like pros;

they always know where your body needs, they don't disappoint you.

I moaned softly.

"The bedroom?"

I'm not used to having someone help me undress. I unbuttoned my clothes myself, one by one. I didn't intend to leave any on;

it was pointless. It's hard to associate men undressing with aesthetics; it's a bit clumsy. But I don't undress men either

; I don't try to please people I don't love.

He didn't intend to please me too much, which was good. Pleasing the other person should be for a lasting relationship, and obviously, we

wouldn't have a lasting relationship. Right now, we're just indulging ourselves. I need a penis to fill the void, and it

needs a hole to release its tension—a very self-serving kind of fairness.

He noticed I was already wet and went straight in. His technique was really good; he knew exactly where to strike me

. I arched my back, waves of pleasure washing over me as he thrust in and out. After a while, I started to feel

a tingling, numbing sensation deep inside my uterus; I knew my orgasm was coming. My vision blurred, my body tensed, and the orgasm crashed over me like

waves , then relaxed. He understood; he stopped to let me rest, gently kissing my nipples.

He told me to turn over and lie face down. The feeling of him entering was wonderful, because I was even wetter, my vagina still containing

the fluids from my recent orgasm. I could feel the fluids flowing down my thighs, which made me proud. He stroked my

clitoris , then gently touched my anus; I knew he just wanted to wet his fingers.

His fingers entered my anus, a kind of pain, a pain mixed with pleasure, and I started to go wild. Perhaps it was

just a hallucination causing the pleasure! It made me feel like two people were having sex with me. Anal sex won't give me an orgasm, it just drives me

crazy, but too long isn't good. He hinted that he wanted to penetrate my anus, I shook my head. Fingers drive me crazy,

but a penis will break me, and I don't like breaking down in front of strangers.

He asked if I could ejaculate inside. I prefer older men, they're more considerate. I thought it was okay,

it's safe today. He penetrated deeply and then started ejaculating, I loved the feeling.

I quickly pulled away from him and went to the bathroom to wash myself. Not out of disgust, but because of an indescribable

feeling. This relationship was just an emotional reaction! It had nothing to do with love, like wanting to take a shower after exercising to wash away the sweat,

not based on aversion to exercise, nor diminishing the lingering pleasure in my body. After getting dressed, I came out and signaled that he could go

tidy up.

He kissed me at the door and asked, "Next time?" I shook my head. I saw relief in his eyes, and suddenly we both

understood each other's thoughts and laughed.

I knew the aftereffects of this relationship, that I wouldn't be able to rest properly that afternoon, I

would have clean everything up with the swelling in my thighs. I hope there will be time later so I can masturbate properly. I love it.

Masturbation afterward is perhaps more important than infidelity. Infidelity is merely materializing some fantasies, making the subsequent

fantasies more real.

This man, like before, appears occasionally and disappears forever. His business will be handed over to someone else,

perhaps without ever closing a deal.

I still greedily inhale the man's scent on my body. I turn on the vacuum cleaner to

remove every possible stray hair; the man's scent will disappear the moment my dear husband arrives home.

Chapter Two: Work

It's hard to say I like this job, but it gives me some free time, which is probably

why I've been doing it for almost seven years! Although I don't need to be out and about much now, I still yearn for the days when

I would ride my scooter around Taipei.

Xiao Li came to me looking dejected. He's the weakest in the group, a bit like me when I first started out. He's

encountered a problem; the purchasing agent has managed to push the price down to the edge of cost, clearly he's met someone knowledgeable

.

It's already 10:30 when he arrives at the other company, and as a supervisor, I have to step in, out of respect for

the other party !

Not surprisingly, it's a female purchasing agent. She introduced herself as the purchasing assistant manager of the company's metals department.

I quickly presented her with some data; I wasn't going to lie—you have to be honest when you're dealing with an expert.

The deal wasn't difficult; they were clearly interested in buying our products, just testing the waters to see if they could

get a lower price. We agreed to sign the contract next week; it was nearly noon.

I smiled and invited her to lunch, saying my commission was enough for a night of revelry. She smiled and said she

knew exactly how much I could earn personally, and she wouldn't let me lose money. We both laughed.

During lunch, I sized up the woman. Hmm! Early thirties, a bit older than me! Pretty? Not bad, slender,

not voluptuous. I hadn't noticed her femininity when we were discussing business, but now that she let her hair down, it made my

lower abdomen feel a little hot.

Background: married, one child in kindergarten. I didn't ask about her husband. These kinds of white-collar family compositions

are probably all similar; in three to five years, my family might be the same.

After lunch, we walked out of the restaurant, greeted by the sweltering heat of Taipei. I asked her about her afternoon work hours, and she replied without

hesitation that she had to be in by 3 PM. Hmm! A clear and simple hint. I'm not particularly handsome, but I know I

look sincere and non-threatening. So, afternoon incidents like this aren't uncommon for me.

I love the air conditioning in the hotel; it's so comfortable. She very carefully took off her clothes and

hung them one by one in the closet. Of course, she couldn't lose her composure when she went to work.

This woman had quite a full bottom, which wasn't noticeable under her tight skirt. She naturally opened the bedspread,

her movements as natural as if she were at home, except I was seeing a completely naked woman.

When I kissed her, her response wasn't very enthusiastic, but her lower body was quite wet. There wasn't much foreplay;

we both knew time was running out. She unabashedly grabbed my penis and guided me into her body. Quite

tight , not like a woman with a child.

After entering, I didn't rush to thrust; being too hasty would make her lose control. I needed to adjust to the new

body temperature first. Slowly kissing her nipples, she closed her eyes; I knew she was enjoying it. Her nipples hardened,

and a slight squeeze released a thin layer of milky fluid—probably the only indication she had a child. Her pubic hair was

thick , the curls not too pronounced, but coarse and smooth, glistening with a beautiful sheen from the vaginal fluid.

I began to thrust.

Her moans were low and soft, yet her body responded intensely, her rhythm perfectly synchronized—she

was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. She straddled me, and I could clearly see my penis entering and exiting her vagina,

the fluid flowing down my hips and onto the sheets. At first, her movements weren't vigorous; I knew she was trying to find

her target. Soon, I knew she had found it, because she began to sway up and down, her hair dancing.

Suddenly, a large amount of fluid flowed from her vagina; I could feel her uterus contracting, gripping my penis, then

relaxing . She lay on top of me, gently biting my nipple, panting.

"I like exercise, but I don't usually have much time, so occasionally…" she said calmly.

This was our first conversation since I entered, and watching her writhe beneath me, I quickly ejaculated. I

pulled out , and she helped me thrust at the last moment, ejaculating onto her smooth lower abdomen.

She raised her left hand to check her watch, got up, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. She came out in less than five minutes,

then started getting dressed, letting me go wash up.

As we went downstairs, she took out four hundred yuan from her purse and gave it to me. Hmm! Exactly half the room rate. Ha! This is her

territory, near my company, where I know the prices. I didn't refuse.

She kissed me in the elevator. Everyone knows the rules; this case belongs to Xiao Li, and I won't be handling the

subsequent actions. I have quite a few team members. I think this might be our only meeting, and I know that even if we had

the chance to meet, she wouldn't recognize me, nor would she accept my invitation.

Chapter 3: Family

Home is always warm. The man picked up a cigarette and walked to the balcony outside the French windows, taking a deep drag,

watching the embers of the cigarette glow briefly before dimming.

The man watched the woman inside, lazily curled up on the sofa watching TV, just as she turned to look at him.

They smiled at each other, as if they had some kind of telepathic connection. The man thought to himself, "This woman is wonderful. I'm such a lucky

man.

" The woman watched him smoke and thought, "This must be home!" This thought suddenly filled her with

a feeling of happiness. "

Everyone was skeptical of us at first, but who knew we'd fall in love like this?" A smile played on her lips

as she turned back to her beloved television.

(To be continued)

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