He slept with his subordinate's wife

Chapter 1: Getting to Know Her

Due to salary differences, I resigned from a company in city A and moved to another company in city B as a senior executive. I was responsible for the company's operations, from product development to procurement, production, quality control, warehousing, and logistics.

During work, I met a woman in one of the departments. Because everyone in our company, except the chairman who could wear casual clothes, had to wear uniforms, regardless of gender. The uniforms were gray, very outdated, and the same style for both men and women, with two pockets on the chest. Neither men nor women could tell their figure or temperament from wearing them. There were also rules against men wearing shorts and women wearing short skirts. So initially, I didn't give her a second glance, but she would give me reports to sign every day, so I took a few photos of her.

On one occasion, a company project was behind schedule due to unforeseen circumstances, and she was working late into the night. Since her part was crucial to the project's timely completion, I made a special trip from my office to her workplace. It was already 1 a.m. (She was in a small room with specific environmental requirements—constant temperature and humidity, and access only by card.) When I entered, she was playing on her phone. Upon seeing me, she quickly put it away nervously and approached me. "Vice President XX, this is the final test; the results will be out in ten minutes," she said, looking at me. Only then did I truly appreciate her features. She had a delicate, oval face, long eyelashes, well-defined lips, and fair, firm skin. Even without makeup, she possessed a youthful and girlish charm. Her eyes were adorable as she blinked, and perhaps because of the late night, they were slightly red, which only enhanced her cuteness. More importantly, she exuded a natural girlish aura that stirred my imagination.

After I finished examining her, I didn't mention her looking at her phone anymore. I told her okay, and to finish the report as soon as the results were out. She gave a very cute "Oh." Then she looked at me tenderly.

Because she was wearing a work uniform, I couldn't tell her figure. To be precise, besides being slim, I couldn't estimate her bust size, but it was definitely there because her clothes made it look fuller.

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Later, I naturally added her on WeChat and learned about her situation. She was born in the 90s and, at a rather naive age after graduation, followed her family's arrangement and married a very rigid man, who was my subordinate's subordinate!

In other words, I was with her husband every day at work. They had been married for a year and didn't have children.

The girl wasn't happy and they often argued. After an argument, she would always move to the company apartment, while I always lived in the company apartment, probably because of work. Every time we got to know each other better, she would slowly start complaining to me about her husband, but of course, it was just venting. One evening, she texted me; we'd had another fight. I had just returned from a business trip and hadn't eaten yet. Since I was going to eat anyway, I asked her to come with me. She agreed, but told me to wait 20 minutes.

Fine, it was already 10 pm, so I went back to my apartment to shower and change into casual clothes. She was waiting for me at the intersection a few hundred meters from my office. When she arrived, I was quite surprised: a white silk suit, below the knee, long hair flowing naturally, the neckline of the dress plunging just to her cleavage. Her breasts were firm and petite, but I could definitely feel the cleavage. She sat in the front seat, and as she sat down, the dress rode up a bit, revealing her fair thighs—firm and shapely, slender but not bony. A natural, youthful scent wafted towards me, accelerating my hormones.

We were originally going to a well-known late-night food stall nearby, but I changed my mind and told her we should go to a Western restaurant instead! She didn't object, and as a man, I understood, so I stepped on the gas and drove to a relatively secluded coffee shop nearby. We ordered, and it was 10:50. During that time, my attentive words and actions, my constant concern and concern, filled her with joy. Time flew by, and it was already midnight. I asked her if we could stay. She said no, firmly.

What to do? I had to stall for time. I suggested we sit in the car and find a place to talk. She said it was too late and she had to go back, so I said we could only talk for a little while, and she agreed. I immediately paid the bill, started the car, and drove to the end of an unpaved road. I stopped and turned off all the lights… We slowly started talking about her graduating from school, marrying her current husband, and how unhappy she was. I only praised her husband and comforted her, occasionally touching his hand and leg—that firm, smooth feeling only a young girl could experience. Time passed slowly, and it was 1 a.m. Throughout the entire process, she urged me to take her home quickly, but I kept making excuses, always wanting to know more about her and asking her to tell me. I suggested we get a hotel room, one for each of us, but she initially disagreed, saying it wouldn't look good if her colleagues saw us. Later, I said I knew a place far away where no colleagues went, and besides, it was so late. If we went to the company one after the other so late, wouldn't that seem suspicious?

At this point, I could see the bewilderment on her face, and a hint of fear, which suggested she wasn't a promiscuous woman. On the way to the hotel, she kept regretting her actions, finally asking me to take her home, which I, of course, refused. When we arrived at the hotel, a comical scene unfolded. There were no single rooms available; it was too late. Only deluxe double rooms were left. Without a word, I said, "Let's go." Her face suddenly turned red, then white, and she glared at me several times, saying, "Why don't we go back? The hotel staff might think we're a couple."

I finally managed to coax her into the room, and I went to take a shower. After I came out, she gave me a serious lecture (meaning we're both adults and shouldn't do this; she herself didn't know if she or I could control ourselves). She hadn't showered and was sitting alone on a stool, making a pact with me, like not touching her, which I agreed to. We were both exhausted, so we went to our respective beds. She wouldn't take off her clothes or shower, and she kept her back to me for a while. Then, I asked her if she was asleep. She begged me to take her home.

I had no choice but to turn off the light… About half an hour later, I asked, "Are you sleeping?" She immediately replied,

"No, my stomach hurts." I thought my chance had come, so I jumped from my bed to hers, lay down facing her, and asked her with concern, "Is it serious? Do you need to see a doctor?" She immediately became terrified, pushing me away and saying, "Don't do this! I'm fine, you can sleep over there."… She rejected me with all sorts of excuses. Finally, I could only hold her as we fell asleep. That night, she was very wary of me; after all, she knew what I was thinking. I pretended to rub her stomach and slipped my hand under her clothes. Touching her skin surprised me; it was incredibly smooth and firm, with no excess fat on her lower abdomen. Compared to older women, like those in their 30s, her skin was so firm and smooth that it aroused me. I slowly moved my hand up to her bra and down to her panties. When I tried to go deeper, she pushed me away. We remained like this all night until the next morning… Although I didn't succeed that night, it strengthened my resolve.

In the following days, I offered her a lot of help on WeChat, at work, and in life, giving her positive encouragement. One night, she suddenly asked me what I liked about her. Ugh! This girl was incredibly naive. Having been through many relationships, I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. I directly answered, "I don't like you; I've fallen in love with you." She was very satisfied with the answer. The way she looked at me when she came to work the day after our conversation, and the breakfast she brought me, made me even more restless. During that time, I asked her out shopping and to dinner several times in the evenings!

Each time, we'd just hold hands, kiss, and she'd touch my breasts and thighs, but she wouldn't let me touch her anywhere else. Of course, she didn't object to anything else. And she always told me, "I'm not ready yet!" Looking into her sexy almond-shaped eyes made me feel itchy. But since we worked at the same company, and her husband was my subordinate, I couldn't use underhanded methods.

Chapter Two: Island Trip

Gradually, I discovered she really enjoyed traveling, especially. Due to income and time constraints, coupled with her dull husband's lack of romance, I finally realized she longed to travel. I thought this was an opportunity I couldn't let slip. I had to break down the last barrier first, establish a sexual relationship, and then slowly "train" her.

I asked her on WeChat where she wanted to go. She said anywhere was fine, she just wanted to travel. I suggested the beach, and she said yes. I asked how about XX scenic area? She said she really wanted to go to the beach, so she subtly said she still wanted to go to the beach. I chose a semi-open island. I had taken a young woman there before; it was dozens of kilometers from the mainland, and there was no signal at the foot of the mountain, only at the top. This gave me an even better opportunity. I booked tickets, hotels, and other arrangements for two days and two nights at the scenic area in advance. Everything was settled.

A few days before departure, I told her I needed to buy some things and also to confirm how she had spoken to her husband!

I bought her a swimsuit, a white suit dress, and some skincare products like sunscreen.

I also bought her a ton of food. I asked her if she was going back to the factory or to her rented apartment (she and her husband lived in a rented apartment). She said she was going back, so I drove her to an intersection not far from her apartment. Before she got out of the car, she gave me a kiss.

Then she went back, blushing.

That night, she secretly texted me, saying her mother was in XX city, and she had told her husband she was going to her mother's city, and she had also spoken to her mother about it! When I saw this, I finally felt relieved. And the city where her mother lived was the same city where I bought my apartment, which is my hometown. When I told her this news, she was incredibly excited, saying that she could now hitch a ride with me to her mother's place, and then we could be together legitimately.

At the agreed time, I waited for her at 7 a.m. at XX location. When I saw her, my eyes lit up. It was clear that she had been carefully made up and groomed; "sexy" was an understatement. She wore moderately high-heeled white sandals, a white skirt that reached her thighs, and no stockings. Her skin was delicate and smooth, like white jade, and there was no visible hair or veins on her legs. She wore a low-cut t-shirt, which vaguely revealed her deep cleavage. She wore a sun hat, and her hair was styled in two long braids, which were placed in front of her. She carried a small backpack and a shopping bag. At this

point, my heart was already pounding. I put my things in the back seat and got in the front seat. We went to a very romantic restaurant for breakfast first, and then set off with the navigation on my phone and music playing. When I got in the car, I deliberately tested her by saying that the journey was long and I could help her adjust her seat to the back a little, since the car was on her right, and I had to lean on her to reach it. She didn't seem to mind and deliberately adjusted the seat slowly, asking if it was okay. The primal, youthful scent emanating from her body immediately aroused me. Her face flushed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with emotion, and she seemed at a loss. We listened to music and chatted as we drove, a journey of over two hours before finally arriving at a pier. After parking and getting out of the car, I saw no travel agencies or tourists waiting there. I thought to myself, "I boarded the ship here last time, and I booked my tickets online this time—could I have been scammed?" I frantically tried calling the booking number… busy! Still busy… Finally, I got through, only to be met with dismay—no one answered. I checked my watch; there were still twenty-odd minutes until departure. I couldn't contain myself any longer. After asking some local fishermen, they said I could just board the ship and show them my ticket. I thought, "They don't even have an office here, let alone internet access. I bought an e-ticket; how am I supposed to verify it?" Anyway, we had no other choice but to wait. About five minutes before departure, someone in a corner of the pier shouted through a megaphone, "XX Island, the ferry departs at 11:00!" We rushed over excitedly. I showed my e-ticket on my phone, and a local woman checking tickets took out her phone, entered the verification code from X image, and we boarded.

Despite the small hiccup, we boarded smoothly. We chose a window seat, and soon the ferry started moving, setting off with a roar of the engine! She was incredibly excited and happy along the way. You could tell she hadn't relaxed like this in a long time, hadn't had time to herself, and hadn't done what she wanted to do. About ten minutes after leaving the island, one of the few out-of-towners among us saw countless small fish leaping in the water as our ferry passed, which excited her greatly. She screamed, took pictures, and hugged me, saying, "Look, look!"

The boat ride took about fifty minutes to reach the island's landing point. From there, we had to take a minibus from one side of the island to the other, as the landing spot had no beach or hotels, only cliffs and a few aquaculture farms. After a several-minute bus ride to the other side, we had to walk another ten minutes. Once we arrived, we checked into our hotel (there are only three accommodations on the island, all run by locals). I had booked a honeymoon suite in advance, a room facing the sea with a three-seater red sofa and a heart-shaped bed. As soon as we entered, I noticed her face flushed, and she deliberately avoided my gaze. To ease the tension and allow her time to adjust, I said that this was the first time I'd invited her out, and I wanted to make a good impression on her. She playfully punched me with her fist and said, "You're so naughty!" After putting our things down, I let her adjust to the environment and prepare to accept me. Then I said, "How about we go have lunch first?" She immediately agreed and we went to the hotel restaurant next door. She ordered shrimp, crab, sandworms, vegetables, and so on. I could tell she wasn't as reserved as before, but her eyes held a tenderness. The afternoon activity was swimming after 3 pm when the tide went out, and catching crabs on the beach in the evening. Because the area was relatively undeveloped, I saw many crab footprints on the beach before we even entered the hotel. After lunch, I said to her, "It's still early, and the midday sun is too strong. Let's go back to the hotel and rest first, and then go to the beach and swim in the afternoon." She looked at me affectionately and said, "Okay!" Back at the hotel, I took a shower first, and then let her take a shower. We then enjoyed the sea view, watched TV, and ate snacks in the room. I casually mentioned that she hadn't tried on that swimsuit yet! She said, "You always try to take advantage of others," and took it to shower. From the frosted glass-like outline of her skin, I could see the curves of her figure, and her breasts, though not large, were very firm, which made me very aroused! To avoid unnecessary embarrassment, I turned off all the lights except for one red wall lamp, dimmed the brightness, and turned the TV volume up to the volume of my voice. Thinking back, all those previous opportunities to be together, she wouldn't let me have sex with her. At most, we'd hold hands, kiss, and touch her thighs—to be precise, I'd never really touched her breasts properly. It's possible that because her husband is my subordinate, and she's also one of my subordinates, it might be out of concern. Besides, she's definitely not a very promiscuous girl. From our last time alone together until now, more than six months have passed, and countless times I've asked her out alone, with opportunities to do things, but she's always refused. This time, leaving that city, leaving the company, leaving her husband, coming here, perhaps she's completely free of worries, completely open. I don't know how much time passed, but she peeked out wearing a swimsuit and wrapped in a towel, saying, "Don't laugh at me." As a pervert, I knew she probably lacked confidence. I hoped I wouldn't disappoint her, so I said very seriously, "I promise I won't laugh at you," and then she came out, blushing. I went over and took her hand, looking her up and down. She was about 1.62 meters tall, with a towel tied around her breasts. As she walked, the towel swayed, and the slight tremor revealed the firmness and resilience of her breasts. I swallowed hard. Then, holding her hand, I said, "Be careful not to fall." After we came out, she sat on the edge of the bed. I said, "Take off your towel! You'll be wearing it later anyway." I then pulled her up, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful," before untying her towel. Because her swimsuit was a short skirt style, a strapless top that tightly hugged her round, firm buttocks, swaying upwards. Her flat stomach had no excess fat, very smooth, extending beautifully to her breasts. Her breasts were truly breasts, unlike some women who have accessory breast tissue that requires squeezing to create cleavage. Perhaps due to her lack of experience, the swimsuit pressed directly against her breasts, but they were still so firm and prominent! Unlike some women whose clothes ride up, it was clear her outfit wasn't adjusted properly! Even though it wasn't adjusted, she still had a great figure. The guy praised her, or rather, she truly was a rare beauty.

After hugging her from behind for a moment, she turned her head to the side without moving. She softly said, "Let's rest for a bit." Then I pulled her and said, "Why don't you go change into your pajamas?" She said "Okay" and went into the bathroom to change. After changing, she went straight to the heart-shaped bed. I immediately went to her and helped her lift the covers. The air conditioner was on its lowest setting, so it was obviously a bit cool. I lay down next to her and hugged her. Her back was to me. I started touching her body through her pajamas. Her smooth skin seemed to be lubricated. As my hands moved up and down, the pajamas moved up and down as well. Slowly, I slipped my hand under the hem of her pajamas. She took my hand and said, "How about tonight?" People could hear us during the day. She looked so childish and innocent! I said it was okay, let's keep it down. Besides, the TV was on, so the sound could drown it out. But she still held onto my hand. I gently pulled away the hand that was holding mine, and she noticed, pulling my hand back with her other hand. I could only hold her other hand, and our hands intertwined. Slowly, I touched her hand and noticed her palm was very smooth; it was sweaty! And I could feel the amount of sweat, indicating she was extremely nervous. At that moment, I thought:

We've been married for a year, could she still be a virgin? Why is she like this? But I figured I was already hers, no rush! So we lay there in this awkward silence. I suggested she turn over, but she said, "No." After a moment, I pulled my hand away from her nightgown and hugged her from behind, pressing my hard member between her legs. Through her nightgown and underwear, I let her feel my size. Her previously relaxed legs and body tensed up with tension. Her palms became even wetter as I pressed against her through her nightgown and underwear. She didn't do it; her intertwined hands gripped mine even tighter, her palms sweating. I reached out to pull down her panties, but she almost lost control, grabbing them tightly with one hand and saying no. Seeing that it wouldn't work down there, I released our intertwined fingers and reached out to caress her breasts. Before, I'd always touched them through her bra, but today I was touching them through her pajamas. I grasped each breast in my hand; there was still some room to squeeze in, but they were very firm and resilient. The elasticity of a young girl's breasts and the

tactile feedback from the hard lumps told me that this area hadn't been explored much. Then, I slightly lifted my head from behind and kissed her earlobe, slowly licking the base of her ear. She let out a soft groan and reached out to grab one of my hands, holding it tightly. "Mmm…no…what are you doing?" It was obvious I'd found one of her sensitive spots. Then she turned and lay back, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking at me and then at the ceiling. I whispered, "I love you so much, you make me unable to control myself! If I just lie next to you, am I a man? Do I still love you?" Then she pouted and turned to look at me, kissing me twice on the cheek and saying, "Sleep, I'm tired." I said, "Sleep is fine, but I want you to face me, I'll hold you while we sleep!" She then said,

"I just can't do anything with you!" Then she decisively turned around, and in that instant I saw her two breasts tremble a few times, as if beckoning to me. So I held her, she held me, and I pressed against her. My hands gently stroked her back, touched her buttocks, touched her underwear, and slowly pulled down her pants. She didn't object, but she didn't arch her body to let me pull them down either. I pulled them down forcefully, and slowly I kissed her lips. She didn't welcome me, just let me kiss her, and with my other hand, I slowly and gently touched one of her breasts from under her pajamas. Slowly, she let out a soft "Mmm..." from deep in her throat, her body occasionally twisting and occasionally stiffening. I whispered in her ear, "Darling, I will love you." She replied, "I know, um..." Her hand, kneading her breasts, gently flicked her tiny nipples, which were no bigger than soybeans, and she began to respond to my warm kisses. I continued to caress her other breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. Um... her body began to writhe more frequently! I pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear together, and then gently said, "Darling, lift up a little." She slowly lifted her buttocks, and I pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear all at once, taking them off. I began to stroke her from her lower abdomen down to her private area! Her hand touched her pubic hair; it wasn't much, but it was concentrated in a triangular strip above her vulva!

I slowly stroked down, spreading her legs! Then I took off my pants and pajamas, kissing her the whole time! I finally climbed onto her body! She shyly squinted her almond-shaped eyes! From deep in her throat, she let out a moan... um... um... um... She tried to keep her legs from spreading too wide, so that I wouldn't move too much. I unbuttoned her pajamas, not rushing down there, but gently stroking her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards until I found the hairy area. I adjusted my position and looked down; her labia were naturally parted, and I could vaguely see glistening vaginal fluid at the entrance, about the size of a soybean.

My hand touched her opening, gently stroking it. She immediately wriggled her hips. After a few strokes, I finally found her clitoris and slowly began to rub it. "Mmm...mmm...it's so swollen, no...don't..." Her body kept wriggling, and she reached out to grab my hand. I thought she would pull away, but unexpectedly, she pressed my hand against her opening, her legs trembling (later, when I asked her, she said she almost orgasmed). The time was ripe. I stood up and thrust my large penis against her. This time, she didn't keep her legs apart like before, but naturally parted them, her cheeks flushed, her almond-shaped eyes tightly closed, biting her lower lip! I really wanted to thrust all the way in. First, I rubbed the opening of her vagina and her clitoris with my hard glans. After a few rounds, her body began to twist more frequently and more dramatically. She kept positioning her opening towards my glans, as if calling for my entry. I gently took her hand, grasped my penis, and placed it near her entrance, making her misunderstand that I was rubbing it against the opening because I couldn't find the right spot. Ignoring her girlish shyness, she adjusted her position, moving her vagina accordingly, and then quickly pulled my hand towards her, giving me this signal. I leaned down and slowly pushed into her vagina. When half of the glans was inside, she let out a soft "Ah..." I slowly lowered myself, kissing her gently and asking, "Darling, I love you, I'm coming!" She didn't answer, just nodded quickly. I thrust my hips in, penetrating more than halfway. She immediately pushed my hand away. I understood what she meant; perhaps my angle was wrong, hurting her. I stopped immediately and asked, "Did I hurt you?" She nodded again, then shifted her body upwards, spreading her legs wider. She

then used her hand to pull me towards her body instead of pushing me away. I naturally understood what she meant! With a thrust of my lower body, it slid in completely. She clutched me tightly, moaning softly, her hips undulating. I felt my large penis being tightly enveloped, her overflowing vaginal fluids making thrusting incredibly easy. I pulled out, slowly inserted the glans, pulled out again, only inserting the glans, repeating this several times. Then, with a sudden, full thrust, she almost bounced up in response, moaning, "Ah...ah..." By then, she had become accustomed to my large penis, straddling me and thrusting rapidly, each time going all the way in. The sounds of our genitals rubbing together, accompanied by soft moans, filled the air. She trembled all over, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, gazing at me with affection. What surprised me most was when she climaxed, her body tensing... She held me tightly, her vagina contracting rhythmically. This was the first time I'd ever seen such a reaction from a woman I'd been with countless times, and it was incredibly satisfying. During her orgasm, I thrust in and out rapidly a dozen times, penetrating deeply to the very depths. Her legs clamped tightly around me, her whole body trembling for a moment before I ejaculated… Exhausted and relaxed, I whispered, “Honey, were you satisfied?” She hesitated for a moment and said, “Mmm!!!”… I don't usually use condoms. After we finished, we rested for a few minutes. I got off her, placed some tissues near her opening, and said, “Let’s go wash up!” She didn’t say anything, but went to the bathroom with me. I slowly washed her, and she gently washed me too! I asked her if she was in her safe period. She said she didn’t know! This made me a little hesitant, but looking at the newlywed woman I'd worked so hard for over six months, I decided to treat my little brother well without a condom.

After showering, we sat for a while, until after 3 a.m., and spent over forty minutes in bed together. We planned to go swimming at the beach, but since the area wasn't fully developed, there were no changing rooms. So, after changing into our swimsuits at the hotel, we wrapped ourselves in towels and walked to the beach hand-in-hand. All the men along the way stared at her, casting envious glances my way. When we got to the beach, I went in first. Although the sun was strong, the seawater was still a bit cold. She can't swim, so I held her hand and helped her take off her towel. The moment everyone looked at her, of course, I was already thinking about how to "conquer" this young woman that night. I took her into the water and taught her the basics of swimming, holding her and demonstrating some movements, but she didn't improve and even swallowed some seawater.

Swimming is very tiring, and teaching someone who can't swim is even more exhausting! We soaked in the water for about an hour before suggesting we get out and go back to rest.

[The End]

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