In memory of the woman who brought me joy

Because it was a Friday, and we didn't contact each other over the weekend, I didn't dare to chat with her privately when I went to work the following week. Instead, I teased her in our small group chat (about 25 people, including her husband), just like usual. She responded normally to other people's teasing, but she didn't really respond when I teased her.

We weren't on the same floor at the time, so the only way to meet was to try my luck at the cafeteria at lunchtime. I wanted to talk to her privately, but I didn't know how to start. Okay, I admit I'm a repressed person, and I was very frustrated.

This lukewarm relationship lasted for about a week, and slowly, it seemed we returned to our old ways. I was still chatting with her normally in the group chat. But whenever I thought about what happened that day, I felt a throbbing erection, and I knew I had to find a chance to get close to her again. Unexpectedly,

a little over a week later, she suddenly boasted in the group chat that her husband was going to Brazil on a business trip. That year was the World Cup in Brazil! She even mocked us poor guys for having to get up in the middle of the night to watch the live broadcast, while her husband could go to the stadium to watch the game!

I immediately felt that she was talking to me! So I started plotting; I had to win her over!

I began to visit her office frequently for chats. Her office had three women and one man; the supervisor was a woman in her forties. Before she was promoted, this woman had worked in my office, so I always went under the guise of chatting with her, occasionally flirting with her a little. She handled everything impeccably, showing no sign of anything amiss, which made me a little disheartened.

Before I knew it, her husband had been away on a business trip for over a week. I was secretly anxious, knowing the time was ripe and I couldn't wait any longer!

One day, the woman asked me what projects I was working on and if I could help them out. I asked what it was, and she suddenly called on one of her female colleagues, saying, "We need to buy rendering software to support the marketing department. Aren't you a tech person? You could look at the manual and teach them." The "they" she was referring to were her two female colleagues in the office. I quickly agreed, saying I'd try it out first and then communicate with them properly.

I glanced at her, and just then I saw her glance back at me before quickly looking away. My heart skipped a beat—this was promising!

I have to admit, I've really mastered this software; I'm even more familiar with it than with Word. They still come to me for help with any problems they have.

Within two days, I'd grasped the basic operations of the software and had a basic understanding of some of the more advanced programming concepts. I decided to take action. Her husband had been gone for two weeks; she probably wanted it too, right?

That day, near the end of the workday, I took my laptop to their office. I knew that out of the three women in their office, she was the only one without children; the other two would definitely leave after work, hehe! When

I got to their office, I first showed them what I'd made. The eldest sister praised me highly and formally ordered the two female colleagues to learn from me.

Hehe, I won't hold back anymore, I'll just chatter on and on. Soon it was time to leave work. My older colleague and that male colleague left first, and a little while later, another female colleague, in a hurry to go home to see her child, said she had to leave too, saying she'd ask me if she had any questions. I quickly agreed, thinking, "Okay, take care! I've been waiting for this moment!" Unexpectedly, this colleague also said she had to leave! Ugh! Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration and said, "How about I copy this to her computer first, then open it and edit it to see if it works?" She had no choice but to agree, and I finally managed to keep her there.

I took out a USB drive and copied what I'd made to her computer. I leaned closer to her, smelling the scent of her shampoo, and I instantly got an erection. I used her mouse in my right hand, pretending to operate it on her computer, while my head naturally moved closer to her right shoulder, breathing hot air into her neck. My left hand, which had initially been holding onto the back of her chair, slowly moved to her shoulder.

She paused, turned to look at me, and said, "What are you doing?" You can imagine, my head was right next to her right shoulder, and she turned her head… Looking back now, I think only a line from Stephen Chow can describe the situation: At that moment, her lips were only 0.01 centimeters away from mine, but a quarter of an incense stick later, I was about to completely seduce this woman.

I stared intently into her eyes, our gazes met for a moment, and I immediately couldn't resist. Breathlessly, I said,

"What do you think?" and pressed my lips to hers. Unfortunately, she turned her head away, and I kissed her face. I began to kiss her neck wildly, saying, "I missed you so much! How could you be so heartless, ignoring me for so many days!"

She gasped and said, "No!"

I continued, "I want it!"

She flinched and said, "No! Last time, you left a mark on my neck, and he almost found out!"

I realized she was afraid of leaving a hickey! I got even more excited, continuing to kiss her while my left hand gently squeezed and kneaded her left breast. I asked, "So how did you get past that?" She hummed in agreement and said, "You know, if I hadn't slept with him the day before, I wouldn't know how to explain it!" Hearing this, I became even more excited, panting heavily, "You two just slept together the day before, and you're already cheating on me the next day? Isn't your desire too strong? He can't satisfy you!" She whimpered and said, "It's all because you seduced me!"

I said, "You seduced me! Don't you know we've been fantasizing about you for so long?" "You slut!" she gasped, her breathing quickening. "I gave you back! I knew none of you were any good, especially you!"

At that moment, I knew her defenses had crumbled. My left thumb and forefinger began searching for her nipples. "You know best whether my stuff is good or not!"

I said, then stuck my tongue into her ear. I knew from last time that her ears were very sensitive. My wet tongue plunged into her ear, and she instantly went limp. Her right hand rose to hold my head, and her left hand began to gently stroke my left leg.

I remembered I hadn't properly played with her breasts last time. Finding her nipples through her clothes and bra was indeed difficult. Luckily, she was wearing a yellow sleeveless t-shirt and denim shorts that day. I slipped my left hand directly into her sleeve. The sleeve was quite low, and she was wearing a small tank top underneath to cover the wide opening. I slipped my hand through the tank top and... damn, she wasn't wearing a bra!

I grasped her left breast with one hand, rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, gently teasing it back and forth. My right hand, having already tossed the mouse aside, caressed her inner thigh, slowly moving towards the center, and began rubbing her crotch through her pants.

After rubbing like this for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I slipped my hand inside one leg of her shorts. Unfortunately, her shorts were too narrow, so I could only insert my fingers, but it was still much more enjoyable than being outside!

Three fingers went straight in along her thigh, and with a slight bend and arch, I pushed her shorts to the side. My fingers finally made intimate contact with her vagina. Just like last time, the outside was still dry. This was the only time I'd ever seen a vagina that was dry when closed, but once my fingers broke in, the inside couldn't hold back the moisture.

She hummed again, and I quickly withdrew my left hand, pulled her head back, and sealed her lips with mine, while my right hand began thrusting in and out of her vagina. About two minutes later, she suddenly clamped her legs around my right hand, pushed my head away, turned to the side, cupped my face in her hands, and looked at me, saying, "Don't play around here, there are still people working here!"

I thought about it and realized she was right; it was too dangerous here! My mind raced, and I said, "How about we go to a hotel?" She quickly replied, "No! I'm not a prostitute!"

I was stunned! Does going to a hotel mean you're looking for a prostitute? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me—wasn't her husband in Brazil? Why not just go to her house! I'm going to fuck her in front of their wedding photos!

I hurriedly said, "Come on! I'll take you somewhere."

She asked, "Where?"

I said, "To your house, I want to fuck you on your wedding bed!" She gasped, her face turning red, and said, "No!"

I thought she didn't want to do it on their wedding bed, so I got up and tried to pull her away, but she quickly pulled me back, saying urgently, "My mother-in-law is here, she's home!"

I was stunned! Damn, it seems her husband doesn't trust her either! At the same time, my mind raced, and I said,

"How about we go back to where we were last time?"

She let out a soft moan and went limp. Seeing her like this, I guessed she remembered what happened last time!

I quickly used Windows key + U + U to shut down the computer, and at the same time, I took out her keys, locked the door, and left.

Then she said, "I drove today, I'll go down first, you can come down later." I secretly admired women's talent for cheating and said, "Okay! I'll drive straight to the underground parking garage and wait for you." Luckily, their underground parking garage didn't have assigned parking spaces at that time! Enough with the small talk. I figured since I did it in my car last time, I'd do it in the car her husband bought her today! Her car is a Teana, and the back seat is way more spacious than my beat-up car!

She drives slowly, so I went into the underground parking garage first, found a spot near the entrance, and parked, turning off the lights and waiting for her.

About three minutes later, she leisurely drove in. I flashed my high beams, got out, locked the car, and walked towards hers in one smooth motion.

She parked, and I thought she was going to wait for me to get in, but instead, she got out of the driver's seat and said, "You park it for me, I can't back up."

Wow! Her tone was so calm. She just opened the back door and got in. Seeing how considerate she was, I felt incredibly pleased!

I quickly got in the car and found a spot to park, asking as I did so, "Why is your mother-in-law here? Is it because your husband doesn't trust you and is afraid you'll cheat on him? Hehe!" She replied, "Get lost!"

To me, it sounded a bit like flirting. After parking, I carefully turned on the air conditioning and went straight to the back seat. But I was instantly dumbfounded—the headlights were still on, and the back lights were on too!

What to do?!

I sat next to her in the back seat, and it took over a minute for the headlights to automatically turn off, but the back lights stubbornly remained on!

Damn it, I didn't care anymore and pounced on her. She chuckled at my reaction and reached out to turn off the back lights. At that moment, I suddenly became bolder and started roughly kissing and touching her. I thought, this time I'm going to really get to know her.

(Continued from Part 2)

Last time, I mentioned that she turned off the car lights, plunging us into darkness. I pounced on her, and she naturally lay down on top of me. I pinned her down, controlling her head with both hands, and kissed her lips directly. At first, she resisted a little, but with my relentless and frenzied invasion, she quickly began to communicate with me using her tongue.

At this point, I freed one hand to move downwards, while the other continued to roam around her head, hair, ears, and neck. Soon, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I knew she was getting aroused.

My lips left hers and began to suckle from her chin to her neck. She arched her neck, panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either, caressing her buttocks and thighs, occasionally squeezing them harder, and she responded with a soft moan—it was incredibly stimulating.

My mouth moved down her neck, pulling down a patch of white breasts from her collar, and I kissed them fiercely.

I suddenly remembered the hickey I left on her neck last time, so I started sucking hard between her breasts, leaving a big hickey. Afterwards, she was too embarrassed to wear low-cut tops for days, haha.

I shifted my body, half-kneeling on the arched part of the footrest in the back seat, pressing my side against her body, and slipped one hand under her t-shirt.

Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I quickly found her nipple. I gently pinched it with my index finger and thumb, while the other three fingers gently kneaded her left breast in circles. Then I found her lips and her two little tongues and started playing hide-and-seek. I

occasionally pinched the nipple harder with my right hand, and each pinch made her twitch as if she'd been electrocuted, accompanied by a groan from deep in her throat. I really couldn't take it anymore.

I jumped up and pushed her t-shirt and tank top up, then swiftly bit her right breast, sucking hard and teasing her nipple with my tongue. My right hand kneaded it harder and harder. She groaned, "Gently!"

I ignored her and continued kissing down to her navel, my tongue swirling around nearby. Her hands were on my head, weaving through my hair.

I removed my right hand from her left breast, unbuttoned her denim shorts, unzipped them, and pulled down her panties. My lips followed, touching her messy but glossy pubic hair. I inhaled deeply through my nose—warm, damp, and slightly musky—and exhaled a large breath of hot air, following the trail of hair down. I could feel her hand tighten in my hair.

At that moment, I was overcome with lust and frantically bit her pubic hair. She groaned repeatedly.

I straightened up, and in the dim light of the parking lot entrance, I looked at the half-naked young woman, feeling her youthful, passionate body, and my heart pounded with excitement! I gently lifted her buttocks by slipping my hands under her buttocks from either side, and her buttocks arched upwards.

I squeezed her buttocks with both hands, then pulled them down, and her denim shorts and underwear slid down to her thighs. I got up and pulled her up under her arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved with me to the back of the seat. Then she took a small teddy bear pillow from the side of the rear windshield and placed it between her head and the car door. By this time, our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and seeing her lying horizontally on the back seat, the idiom "jade body lying horizontally" came to mind.

I then gently took off her shoes and casually pulled down her denim shorts and underwear. She shyly covered her alluring parts with one or two hands and her eyes with the other. I reached up with my left hand to pull her hand away from her eyes, and with my right hand, I began to unbuckle my belt.

She resisted slightly, then let me pull her hand away from her eyes. In the darkness, her eyes were so bright and dazzling. I gently stroked her face, staring into her eyes, and said tenderly, "I've missed you so much these past few days, really!"

She was moved, her eyes glistening with moisture, and she pouted slightly, replying coquettishly, "I knew you wouldn't let me go!"

I unbuttoned my pants with my right hand, pulling down the zipper and my underwear together, and asked, "Did you miss me?"

"No!"

I used my right hand to remove her hand from her vulva, then placed my entire palm on her genitals, gently rubbing it as I continued, "Really don't want to?"

She hummed in agreement and continued, "No!"

I used my left hand to grasp her hand that had been covering her face and guided it to my penis. I bent my right middle finger, which was pressed against her vulva, and inserted it. I asked again, "Are you sure you really don't want me?" As I spoke, her anus tightened, and my penis throbbed twice in her hand. She let out a soft moan and said reproachfully, "I don't want you! I don't want to!" I

released her hand with my left, but her hand remained on my penis. However, she didn't do anything else. I used my free left hand to tease her nipple, while my right middle finger continued to slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. As my index and ring fingers were inserted, I extended them back to rub her anus. She shuddered and hummed in agreement. I continued to ask:

"You said you didn't miss me, but my hands are all wet."

She suddenly arched her back and lifted her buttocks off the seat, saying urgently, "Quick, grab some paper to put on, so you don't get the cushion dirty."

I chuckled, picked up her denim shorts that I had just taken off, and put them under her buttocks, saying, "You said you didn't miss me, but look, your underwear is all wet!"

Her breathing became a little rapid, and her body relaxed, pressing the denim shorts under her buttocks. She withdrew her left hand from my penis and covered her eyes, stubbornly denying it.

I thought, okay, I'll just go ahead and penetrate her. I pulled her pants down to her ankles, spread her right leg outward with one hand, making it curl up to form an "n" shape with her body, then flipped over and knelt on top of her body, my penis directly against her pubic hair. I spread her hands away from her eyes, held her head in place, and kissed her directly on the lips. She seemed a little stubborn and refused to open her mouth.

Undeterred, I thrust my hips forward, my penis sliding up her pubic hair-covered vulva, then back down, rubbing against the entrance.

After a few thrusts, she started lifting her hips to meet my movements, but while she did, I wouldn't penetrate. Each time the head of my penis brushed against her clitoris, she let out a soft moan through her nose. Then she opened her mouth and gave me a deep kiss. I felt her saliva was plentiful, and I swallowed several mouthfuls.

This continued for two or three minutes when suddenly a car pulled up! Holy crap! It drove past us with its headlights on, and as it turned, the headlights shone directly in front of me, scaring me so much I froze!

She clung to me, gripping my back so tightly it almost made my penis go limp!

Luckily, the car turned the corner and the headlights stopped shining on us, but it still felt like my white ass had been completely exposed! Damn, that was so exciting!

I thought back to how I usually see when I'm driving; you can't see through the headlights because the windshield reflects the light back. Emboldened, I playfully jabbed my butt a few more times, and she gripped me even tighter to keep me from moving, while making soft "mmm" sounds.

Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered in her ear, "Say it! Do you miss me?" Just then, the car stopped, and we heard the door close and lock. I pressed my penis against her clitoris again and asked, "Say it! Say you miss me, say you miss my big penis!" I heard the guy who parked walk past our car not far away, push his butt up, and his penis slid down, inserting half of it. I slowly thrust in and out with that half-inserted penis inside, continuing, "Your husband has been gone for so long, how did you manage? You're so horny, didn't you find a big penis to fuck you?" As I spoke, I thrust, and her breathing became more and more rapid. She grabbed my hand, slid it to my butt, and started pushing my butt. I felt like my glans was being sucked in, it felt so good I almost ejaculated!

I quickly stopped, my penis only half-inserted. Just then, the elevator arrived, and the guy got in.

I supported myself on one elbow, and with the other hand, I pressed my thumb against her clitoris and gently rubbed it. Then I sealed her lips with mine, sucking hard on her saliva. I could feel her making a "hehe" sound in her throat. I silently started counting sheep in my mind, and my lips traced the corner of her lips to her ear. I said, "Was that exciting? Was it much more exciting than when your husband fucked you?"

Her buttocks started to twist and turn, and I pulled her body harder with my hand behind her, trying to insert my penis all the way in. But I remained unmoved, continuing to breathe hot air into her ear, saying, "Say you miss me! After that day, did you think of me every time you fucked your husband?" My thumb rubbed her clitoris even faster. Suddenly, she straightened her curled legs, kicking them against the car door with a soft thud. She pulled me closer, her buttocks clenching tightly. Seeing she was close to orgasm, I thrust in. She yelled, "Quick!" Then she wrapped her legs around my buttocks, lifting her head to kiss my face, neck, and eyes wildly. Her hands slipped under my t-shirt, haphazardly caressing my back. I slowed my movements, slowly pulling out and then slowly thrusting back in, asking in her ear, "Say you miss me!" She cried out, "I miss you!"

I continued my slow movements, asking, "What do you miss?" She whimpered softly, "I want you to fuck me! I want your big cock!" Holy crap! I was instantly aroused and started thrusting wildly, pulling out completely each time and then plunging back in completely. If what I was doing before was slow motion, this was at least 32 times faster.

As soon as she saw me start thrusting, she lay down, her hands on my buttocks, moving in sync with each thrust, softly moaning "ah ah ah ah," her head swaying left and right. I felt a pang of regret about the last time I slept with you so quickly, so I asked, "Were you unhappy with how I did it to you last time? Is that why you've been ignoring me for so many days?"

She whimpered intermittently, "It was great! I came as soon as you went in!" I continued, "Then why did you close the door so hard? It made me feel so inferior!" As I spoke, I thrust in forcefully, grinding it all the way in. She murmured in response, "I just hate myself for letting you fuck me so easily that day!"

Hearing this, I became even more excited. I remembered that the day before last, she had just been fucked by her husband, and the next day she was fucked by me. My penis seemed even harder. I thought to myself, I must perform even better today. I started to slow down the pace and tried a nine-shallow-one-deep insertion.

I asked, "You slut, didn't your husband fuck you just yesterday?" She whimpered as she answered, "It's because I was fucked the day before, and then you fucked me the next day, that's why I hate myself a little!"

I went crazy again: "Tell me! How many men have fucked you?!"

Her vagina suddenly gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust. She gasped, "Stop!

Don't move!"

I knew she had orgasmed, but I didn't care. I continued to thrust harder and faster, and she started to tremble convulsively. I pressed on, "How many men have fucked your cunt? Tell me!" I said as I thrust in harder.

She moaned, "You're the second one!"

I continued, "Impossible! Has X Qiang ever slept with you?" (X Qiang is another colleague in our group who often teases her.)

Her vagina tightened around me, and I thrust into her even harder. She cried out, "No, he hasn't!"

I continued, "No? Then how come he said he touched your breasts? And knows your legs are sensitive?" She moaned, "He... he touched them, but he hasn't slept with you... ah... ah... ah..." I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly increased the speed by twenty or thirty thrusts, listening to her cries of "ah ah ah ah ah ah ah," and ejaculated all my semen inside her. Then I collapsed onto her, feeling her vagina gripping my slowly softening penis, panting heavily in her ear. She hugged me tightly, stroking my back...

Only then did I realize that we were both covered in sweat, our chests intertwined. Two or three more cars pulled up and parked, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was quietly be a limp, horny man enveloped by a cunt.

Then it dawned on me that we hadn't used contraception. I quickly asked her, and she said it was fine, her period was coming soon, and it was her safe period.

I remembered that it had been about a month since our last encounter. I guess it was because her period was approaching that I had the chance. Thinking about this, I felt a surge of desire. I propped myself up on one elbow, and gently stroked her face with my other hand. Her face felt hot and sticky with sweat. I gently kissed her forehead, then her lips, and stared into her eyes, asking, "Were you comfortable today?" She first turned her face away, closed her eyes, and nodded, then turned back angrily and bit my lip, saying, "You're so bad! Making me say such embarrassing things!"

I couldn't help feeling a little smug. I pressed my lips against hers and gave her a passionate French kiss. Only after releasing her did I say,

"Who told you to ignore me for so long? You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you and masturbating these past few days!" She chuckled, a hint of smugness in her voice, and said, "I knew you wouldn't let me get away with this!" I smiled knowingly.

Afterwards, we cleaned up the mess. Then I insisted on walking her to her door, and she couldn't refuse. When we reached her door, I grabbed her and pinned her against the door, giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

She pushed me away, and I pulled away from her lips. The moment my lips left hers, my hand grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt and pulled it down forcefully. She gasped and slapped my hand away. My eyes gleamed lecherously, and I saw a large heart in her cleavage. I then pinned her against the wall and kissed her lips again, while simultaneously knocking on the door behind her and whispering in her ear, "I'll leave you with a little something to look forward to, don't let your mother-in-law find out!" Then I quickly turned and disappeared down the stairs. Postscript

:

This was our most enjoyable time together; I'll never forget it, and I'm sure she will too.

This was also the most satisfying time for both of us. Although we had sex in the car several more times afterward, it was always rushed and time-sensitive. But the pleasure of car sex in an affair completely negated all other disadvantages, which might be why I later developed a strong liking for affairs.

A few months later, they started trying for a child, and I was preparing to enter the "walled city" of marriage, so we gradually stopped. She maintained her great figure even after giving birth, but when I tried to meet her again after she returned to work, she politely declined. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew our connection had ended.

Now, her life and WeChat Moments are filled with her child. Perhaps once a woman's maternal instincts are awakened, desire becomes less important.

I dedicate this piece to commemorating this experience and wish all the women who bring us joy happiness in their sex lives.

[The End]

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