Audi young woman

I remember it was sometime in December 2008. I was invited to a New Year's banquet for VIP clients organized by a bank. Because the clients came from various fields and places, the organizers randomly assigned seats at some tables. She, who was also invited, coincidentally sat next to me. After we sat down, unlike typical product presentations, most of the guests weren't very willing to introduce themselves. They would only occasionally say something trivial to liven things up, and most people would chat with the people next to them.

In this situation, she and I naturally started talking. Since it was our first meeting, the topics naturally included things like the economic situation and investment opportunities. Frankly, she didn't have much knowledge in these areas, and we often had to change the subject before we could delve deeper. However, during the conversation, I at least got a preliminary impression of her appearance: she looked to be in her thirties, about 160 cm tall, and slim. What impressed me most was her pair of strikingly beautiful, fox-like eyes (she herself said many people say her eyes are captivating). Because it was a banquet, she was dressed elegantly, clearly intentionally styled to accentuate her graceful figure.

Her voice was incredibly sweet, like a woman in her early twenties with added maturity and charm. There were three women at our table, and she was the most dazzling one. I was fortunate to be near her, which gave me more opportunities to interact. Although she wasn't very knowledgeable about economics and finance, she was quite interested in how to manage money, and it was obvious she had developed a liking for me. Naturally, I exchanged contact information.

After the banquet, I kept thinking about her, but feeling it would be presumptuous to ask her out too soon, I patiently waited half a month before finally calling her. Of course, I couldn't say I missed her; instead, I made an excuse about a good investment opportunity and asked her to meet. Sure enough, she readily agreed. This was our first meeting alone, and we arranged to meet at Starbucks. She arrived at the appointed time. Although we had met before, it was still our first time meeting, so we were both a little reserved. To break the ice quickly, I shared some recent investment opportunities with her. Gradually, the atmosphere warmed up, and we started talking more. At this point, what I really wanted to know was information about her life and relationships, so I consciously steered the conversation in that direction.

Sure enough, once we were both relaxed, she slowly began to tell me about her life. She's a local, let's call her Hong. She's married to a wealthy man, 185cm tall, handsome and robust, 10 years her senior, and they have a 4-year-old daughter. She's a full-time housewife, but she and her husband own five properties, all of which are rented out. Besides taking care of her child, she collects the rent and occasionally buys stocks. Because she frequents high-end shopping malls, she has several gold and platinum cards from banks, making her a VIP customer. No wonder I couldn't delve deeper into finance or other topics when talking to her. I initially saw her as a powerful businesswoman, but now she seems like just a pretty face with a wealthy exterior.

My intuition tells me that women like her usually have a lonely heart beneath their glamorous exteriors, only that heart is locked away with a key that's hard to unlock. I decided to be the key to unlock that heart. So, I drew on my years of experience with women and launched a series of attacks. Soon, our conversation shifted from life to emotions. When it came to emotions, she initially smiled brightly, but when it came to family, her expression darkened. I knew her heart was slowly opening. I held my breath and let her open up to me.

It turned out her husband had depression, a condition I only learned of its severity after she told me. When he was well, he was incredibly well; she felt very happy. When he was unwell, during an episode, it was terrifying—he became a completely different person: hysterical, as if he wanted to destroy the world. In this environment, she became very fearful. Her family knew, but there was nothing they could do. She couldn't tell anyone else. Fortunately, her husband visits his parents abroad every year, staying for two to three months. She said that's when she feels like it's New Year's. Speaking of her sorrows, tears streamed down her face. I asked her, "Isn't it curable?"

She said, "It's very difficult to cure completely. This disease basically has no warning signs; it comes very suddenly, so there's no way to prevent it. She can only live cautiously and anxiously every day. The onset of the disease is caused by a combination of factors, and it will get worse and worse, possibly even leading to death."

Seeing this outwardly radiant woman in such a pitiful state, I felt helpless and could only hand her a tissue to wipe away her tears. Perhaps realizing she'd overreacted, she wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm telling you all this, I'm sure you're laughing at me." I replied, "Not at all, the fact that you're telling me this shows you don't consider me an outsider. Just tell me what makes you happy." We chatted for over two hours. Seeing she was still quite animated, I suggested, "How about we go for a walk? It's too stuffy inside." She said, "Okay, that's what I was thinking too.

" So we went outside together. Once outside, I asked her, "Where do you want to go?" She said, "

I want to go to the beach." I said, "No problem." Without asking any further questions, we got into my car and drove to a relatively secluded beach. I turned off the engine. By then, after what we'd just shared, she seemed much more relaxed. She leaned back in her seat, quietly watching the sea outside the window. I started telling her how to minimize the harm she might be doing. She listened quietly, nodding occasionally, looking almost like a little bird nestled against me. Suddenly, I felt this might be an opportunity!

So, I tentatively put my hand on her shoulder and gently put my arm around her. Unexpectedly, she resisted, slowly removing my arm and softly saying, "This isn't good." I said, "It's okay, you need comfort." I put my arm back on her shoulder, and this time, she didn't resist.

She told me that her husband was abroad, but he called home almost every day, so it was inconvenient to talk at night because he was suspicious and she didn't want him to misunderstand. She gave me her QQ number.

After saying a few more words, I started to tease her. Although she didn't respond, she didn't show any aversion either. So, I boldly pulled her closer to me, making her head and body lean towards me. She obediently leaned in, her long, flowing hair falling down, obscuring her face and her shyness.

After a while, I felt the opportunity was right, so I lifted her face and tried to kiss her. She resolutely lowered her head. I knew this was the limit for today, so I didn't insist.

She sensed the awkwardness in the situation and said to me, "It's getting late, we should go." I said okay, started the car, and asked her where she was going. She said, "Back to the parking lot." When we got to the parking lot, she got out and said to me, "You go first, I'll get the car." I said, "Okay, be careful." I drove a short distance but didn't leave. After a while, I saw her drive out in a red Audi, heading towards her home.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to add her online and ask her how she felt. The advantage of the internet was evident; without the shyness and awkwardness of face-to-face interaction, text messages felt much more relaxed. She said she had good feelings for me, but she had never shared so many private things with any man other than her husband, so she didn't know what to do. I thought this was a good start.

From that day on, we exchanged at least one email a day, and the content became more in-depth. I could clearly sense that she had already considered me her dream lover. So, we arranged to meet again, this time for hiking.

When the time came, we went hiking together. Of course, I had made preparations beforehand, bringing all the food and drinks I needed. Along the way, I took great care of her and even took photos for her. When we reached the summit, we were the only two people on the entire mountain. We stood facing each other between two huge rocks. I put my arms around her and brought my lips to hers. She came over and we finally kissed.

After we got down the mountain, I took her home. When we were almost there, I said, "Let's talk some more." She nodded. So I drove to a garage not far from her house, a very secluded spot. There were no words, just a lot of hugging and kissing. We kissed for a long time, and I knew she had completely opened up. I put my hands in her bosom and touched her breasts. Her round breasts and nipples were already erect, and they felt wonderful to the touch. She resisted a little, but her struggles were clearly weak.

After repeated caresses, I was sure she was enjoying it, so I moved my hands down to her genitals. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, but my hand was irresistible; I slipped it directly into her vagina. Wow! Her panties were soaked with vaginal fluid; her entire genital area was wet. I then inserted two fingers and stirred them inside her vagina.

She swayed uncomfortably from side to side. By then, my penis was rock hard. I grabbed her hand and stroked it on my erection. We lingered like that for a while. Then, I glanced up and saw a woman looking down from the window of the room above the garage. She was probably checking whose car was parked in front of her house. I quickly pulled my hand away and told her someone was upstairs. She shyly nestled into my arms and didn't move. I took out a tissue to wipe the vaginal fluid off my hand, straightened my clothes, and took her back to the outside of her upscale apartment complex.

This experience gave me a taste of the tension and excitement of an affair, and it made me unable to stop. We continued our online flirting. I thought my penis would be enough to impress her, but to my surprise, she said mine was about the same size as her husband's. Hmph, I'll let her try my skills when I get the chance.

Like all affairs, this was right before it reached its climax, so just three days later, we met again, this time for lunch. After dinner, we strolled along the roadside, chatting as we went. Glancing up casually, we saw a small hillside park not far ahead. It used to be a small, barren hill, recently transformed into a park. Perhaps because it was newly renovated, and since it wasn't a holiday, there weren't many people around. So we went in. I remember she was wearing a red trench coat and black stockings; she looked even more beautiful despite the cold. Halfway up the hill, the sky darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. Since we hadn't brought any rain gear, we looked around and suddenly spotted a cave ahead. From the outside, it looked abandoned, so we quickly ran inside. It was a winding, secluded cave—a former military bunker.

Because it hadn't been used for a long time, it looked dirty and messy. We stood at the entrance, watching the rain outside intensify. Wasn't this setting even more romantic? Without a word, after shaking off the raindrops, we embraced, the feeling like dry wood meeting a raging fire. I hadn't had the patience of the previous two times. I found her mouth and slipped my tongue inside. She, no longer reserved, opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet mine. Our tongues intertwined, greedily sucking. "Mmm...mmm..." Soon, she made these seductive sounds, and at that moment, my large penis was eager to break through my pants and find its place. I thrust my hips forward, pressing tightly against her. She didn't back down, pushing her body, especially her buttocks, towards me. Our lower bodies were pressed very tightly together, accompanied by constant friction, and her moans grew louder. "Ah...ah...ah..."

Stimulated by her sounds and body, I felt some fluid leaking from my glans. I couldn't wait any longer! As usual, I first reached under her clothes and touched her genitals. What a beauty! There was even more fluid coming out than last time. Looking around, all I could see were sheer, vertical cave walls with nowhere to hold onto. Luckily, a brilliant idea struck me. I turned her over so she could grip the walls with both hands, and pulled down her stockings. Oh! Her panties were already wet!

I quickly pulled down my pants, grabbed my engorged penis, and aimed it at her vulva, slowly but powerfully thrusting it in.

"Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh..." The moment I entered, her cries involuntarily escaped her lips, accompanied by the trembling of her legs. I supported her hips with my hands and continued my thrusting. Soon, due to the abundance of her vaginal fluid, the empty cave echoed with the sounds of "slap slap slap" and "splash, splash" of water. Because it was our first time together, and in such an environment, the tension and excitement weakened my control. After about five minutes, I felt my penis tighten, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I wanted to hold back a little longer and thrust a few more times, but then I thought, let's just have some fun. So, I relaxed and let my surging semen shoot into Hong's vagina. At that moment, the stimulation for Hong was the greatest. She completely forgot everything else and opened her mouth to cry out loudly, "Ah...ah...ah..." After ejaculation, the lust subsided, and I regained my rationality. My penis was still wet inside her vagina, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her passionately. After a while, her lust had completely subsided, and I pulled out my penis. The semen flowed down her thighs. She quickly took out tissues from her bag, wiped herself clean, and didn't forget to wipe me clean as well. After tidying herself up a bit, we went down the mountain together, arm in arm.

There's a saying: once you start, you'll start again. This unforgettable passionate encounter in the rain opened the curtain on our wild revelry. In her words, I helped her rediscover her long-dormant passion. And because of the physical intimacy, our relationship subtly changed; she cared about me more and longed to spend every day with me. As for me, since we rarely had anything in common, our interactions revolved almost entirely around sex.

Less than a week after that cave encounter, I missed her again, and she, needless to say, did too. We met again, this time agreeing to go to karaoke first. At the karaoke bar, after singing less than two songs, I couldn't resist touching myself again. Unfortunately, the karaoke rooms these days are incredibly transparent, unlike the old ones where the staff could close the door and no one would care what you did inside. The glass in the door was transparent, so touching wasn't enough. So, we paid the bill and went straight to a hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel, as soon as we entered, I turned her over and placed her against the full-length mirror on the wall. I then lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra, and exposed her breasts in the mirror so she could see them. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, initially gently kneading them. She whispered in my ear, "Harder." I immediately increased the pressure, gripping her breasts tightly and kneading them almost roughly. Looking at her breasts being kneaded in the mirror, she couldn't help but moan again. Seeing that she was getting into it, I took off her skirt. That day, she was wearing a pair of sexy red lace-trimmed panties, slightly wider than a thong, but still unable to cover her pubic hair.

I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side and gently touched her vulva. Soon, her vagina began to flow with lubrication.

She reached her hand into my pants from behind, grabbed my erect penis, and began stroking it. Seeing her wanton reflection in the mirror, I couldn't control myself. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, pulled down her panties, quickly took off my clothes, and used the most traditional missionary position, thrusting hard into her cunt. "Oh...oh..." she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, the sound a form of encouragement. This environment was perfect for me; I work out regularly, and now I used her like a push-up, her body straight, only my penis inside her vagina. This point-to-point contact was incredibly stimulating for a woman's sensitive areas.

Soon, her face was distorted with excitement, her cunt becoming increasingly unbearable from my thrusts. She twisted her hips, rising and falling with my movements and rhythm, seeking maximum penetration. After about ten minutes, I noticed she was getting tired of the position, so I had her kneel down and I penetrated her from behind. Her white buttocks were raised high, and I thrust in and out of her. She raised her head and kept moaning, "Ah... ah..." After a few more thrusts, I saw she seemed tired too, so I had her lie down and I continued to penetrate her from behind. Although the depth of penetration was shallower than in the kneeling position because of the obstruction of her buttocks, my penis was still long enough to reach deep inside.

For her, who had never tried this before, it was undoubtedly both novel and exciting. Another ten minutes or so passed, and I felt I was about to ejaculate. I quickly had her lie on her back, still in the missionary position (because this allows for mutual embracing, especially for women just starting an affair, who often prefer this reassuring position). After a series of vigorous thrusts, my glans twitched, and countless sperm shot into the depths of her uterus like arrows released from a bow. As the semen was ejaculated, her body trembled violently, her moans deepened, and she gripped my back tightly with both hands, her buttocks pressed firmly against my body. I knew she had also orgasmed.

After I finished, I hugged her and said, "You're such a beauty, so amazing!" She said shyly, "You were amazing too. I haven't had an orgasm in a long time, and you brought me to it." After lying there for a while, we went to the bathroom for a bath together. Afterward, we continued our lovemaking in the bathroom. That afternoon, we made love four times in total.

If you think this four-round encounter was the climax of our affair, you're wrong. The real climax came about two weeks later (during which we did it several more times, in hotels, restaurants, and movie theaters). She told me her computer seemed to have a virus, with many pages popping up frequently. She didn't trust anyone to fix it and asked if I knew anything about computers. I considered myself somewhat knowledgeable, but if a computer really had a problem, I would only know how to reinstall using Ghost. Of course, this was the time to step in. I said I'd take a look. This meant I had to go to her place, but the security guards in her apartment complex were very strict and knew all the residents. She was worried my visit would arouse suspicion, and if her husband found out, it would be difficult to explain. I told her, "Don't worry, just say the computer broke down and I'm a computer repairman." She thought about it and agreed.

So, I drove to a place not far from her house. She picked me up in her car and took me to the gate. The security guard naturally came up to ask what was wrong. She pretended to be calm and said to the guard, "My computer at home is broken. This is the repairman I hired."

The guard said, "Oh, oh," but his eyes were fixed on me. I looked at him calmly, thinking of the line Andy Lau said in the movie "A World Without Thieves": "Does driving a nice car necessarily make you a good person?!" Seeing that I was staring at him, the guard quickly looked away, smiled, and said, "Please come in," while raising the barrier gate. That's how we got to her house smoothly.

Entering her house, I couldn't help but be a little impressed. It was a duplex, more than 200 square meters. Because it was so spacious, even talking was a bit echoing. I first went to her room to check the computer. It turned out that she had accidentally clicked on an advertiser's link, which had been maliciously modified by a website. An illegal startup item was added to the boot process, and the registry was modified, causing the problem. I installed repair software to restore her system and told her which pages she shouldn't click. She nodded repeatedly as she listened. Seeing how obedient she was, I couldn't help but pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, showering her with kisses. She told me that she was supposed to get her period a few days ago, but it hadn't come yet, and she was very worried. When I heard that, I was also very worried. If she were pregnant, that would be a big problem.

But outwardly, I comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it's probably because we've been too rough lately and it scared her period." She scolded me, "Don't talk nonsense, there's no such thing." I laughed and said, "Let's get it checked in a few days." She nodded and said, "Okay."

Perhaps realizing that this topic was affecting my mood, she took the initiative to unzip my pants and started giving me oral sex. My penis, which had been listless from what had just happened, suddenly perked up and stood erect again as her cherry-like mouth sucked on it. Afraid that she would suck me out, I said to her, "Let's go to bed."

She said, "No, that's my and my husband's bed, we can't do it there." Her words only aroused my desire further. I thought to myself: I'm going to do it to you on the big bed! Although I thought this way, I still took her to the study. There, I pulled down her pajama bottoms, lifted one of her legs, and penetrated her while standing. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning as I thrust in and out. Suddenly, I felt something flowing out. I opened her body and saw: haha, blood! I quickly showed her. She panicked and covered it with her hand before running to the bathroom. I followed her in. She said, both angry and pleased, "See? You didn't have your period for days, and you made it come right away."

I laughed and said, "I'm amazing, aren't I? Come find me again if it's late." She said, both embarrassed and annoyed, "You're bad, no way!" Because my penis was also covered in her menstrual blood, we washed together.

After we finished showering, I said to her, "Let's get into bed, it's too cold in here." It was the dead of winter, and their house had underfloor heating, so the bathroom was indeed a bit chilly. Reluctantly, she came with me to the large bed in the master bedroom. Above the bed hung her and her husband's wedding photo. I had come prepared, taking out my digital camera and placing it beside the bed. Because I had already filmed our lovemaking earlier, she didn't object when she saw it.

Lying together on the bed that only she and her husband had slept on, I think that feeling could be considered the pinnacle of infidelity. Seeing that she was still a little nervous and hesitant, I had her lie flat and started kissing her, while simultaneously caressing her breasts and vagina. Soon, her nipples hardened, and she gradually became wet. I then kissed her nipples and inserted my fingers into her vagina.

As she slowly got into the mood, I parted her legs, picked up the camera, and started filming her. Her eyes were still slightly closed. I slowly tilted the lens upwards, capturing her wedding photo with her husband. His eyes were looking down, meeting mine, but this time, they were full of tenderness. I had a strange feeling: a sense of satisfaction.

She probably realized I was filming, opened her eyes, and seeing me filming upwards, quickly pulled me down. I used this opportunity to film her again, first capturing her dazed eyes, then slowly sliding my camera down to her chest, and then down to her genitals. I aimed my large penis at her vulva, holding the camera in one hand while trying to separate her labia with the other. However, realizing this would affect the image quality, I let her separate her labia with both hands, and I slowly inserted my penis.

She let out a soft moan and bit her lip tightly. I slowly withdrew my penis, bringing with it some blood-tinged fluid from her vagina. I filmed all of this. After filming, we officially began our lovemaking. I started by thrusting into her quickly and forcefully in a fish-like, backflip position. She was completely released, moaning and murmuring, "Fuck me, fuck me."

I couldn't resist that kind of verbal stimulation, so I thrust even harder, asking her, "Who fucks you better, me or your husband?" She said, "You."

I deliberately asked, "What part of me feels good to you?"

She seemed to enjoy my stimulation, feigning shyness as she said, "Your big cock." I added, "Your husband is watching me fuck you." She didn't say anything more, but seemed even more excited.

After a while, I picked up the camera and took pictures of our joined parts. After about 20 minutes, I finally ejaculated my hot semen into her vagina. As soon as I pulled out my penis, I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures of her genitals. I watched as semen gushed from her vagina, mixed with some blood. When she saw me taking pictures, she quickly squeezed her legs together, grabbed a tissue to cover her vulva, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash herself.

That's how Hong and I went from our first meeting to having sex at her house, a process that lasted about two months. Of course, there were more afterward, but as the novelty wore off and her husband returned to his home country, the frequency decreased. It truly proves the saying: for men, the first time is easy, but it gets harder afterward; for women, the first time is difficult, but it gets easier afterward.

I know perfectly well that Hong and I were merely having an affair. The reason she could have sex with me was twofold: firstly, her deep-seated desires had never been extinguished, and secondly, I appeared at the right time. Our relationship was destined to be nothing more than an affair; aside from sex, our other interactions weren't attractive enough to me. I think every one of us, whether having an extramarital affair or a one-night stand, should be clearly aware of what kind of relationship is best for both of us. This is both an art and a responsibility.

Regarding Hong, I'd like to continue discussing her situation. After her husband returned, he didn't change his ways at all. Because of her past affair with me, she felt some guilt, which somewhat mitigated the harm caused by her husband's violence. In that sense, I did a good deed.

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