extramarital affair

1.

I've been remarried for four years, and so have my wife, Mei. Four years ago, Mei left her ex-husband because he cheated on her. At that time, she already had a two-year-old daughter, who was given to her ex-husband through an agreement.

The day she returned to the provincial capital in great pain after completing all the divorce procedures, the first person she confided in was me, because we had been childhood sweethearts since we were little, and we even went to the same university.

Unfortunately, Mei, one of the top ten beauties on campus, was obsessed with looks and was deeply attracted to Kuan, who was also one of the campus heartthrobs. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stand out from the many competitors, and I could only watch her and Kuan leave behind happy figures all over the campus. The year we graduated, Mei resolutely married Kuan, who was as handsome as Professor Do. Even though her family's financial situation was different, she still disregarded her parents' objections and married Kuan, whose family was not as well-off as hers, and left the provincial capital for the small county town where Kuan lived.

The day before Mei left, she said to me, "I know you're good to me, but I don't feel my heart flutter with you. I probably see you more as a brother. I'm sorry, Liang. Please wish me happiness; I will be happy."

As she spoke, Mei's beautiful face radiated happiness, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

I didn't wish her happiness because I felt the man she was going to marry, Kuan, was unreliable. I believed and firmly believed in my judgment. Even at that moment, I was still advising her to let go. Mei left with disappointment in me. She said she hated me because I, her most important friend, hadn't wished her happiness.

I still remember Mei's departing figure in her black dress vividly. On the long street, her black silhouette swayed, her high heels clicking on the empty surface in the desolate night wind, her figure growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared. The sound of her high heels echoes in my ears; I hear loneliness and perseverance in that sound, an unyielding stubbornness. Yes, no one can stop a woman's pursuit of happiness.

Alone in the small restaurant, I lingered for a long time, lost in thought. Finally, I bitterly downed a glass of wine and plunged into a life without Mei, tears streaming down my face.

2.

My love for Mei is an undeniable fact; I always have, even after she left. I married Guo'er, a younger schoolmate, through the arrangement of our parents, without any love in the marriage.

After the marriage, I was absent-minded, adopting an indifferent attitude. Everything was done mechanically, without any passion, merely fulfilling my parents' wishes as if it were a major life event I had to complete.

My absent-mindedness and indifference deeply hurt Guo'er. Life became bland, dull, perfunctory, and cold. We didn't even argue before it ended. Some say the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference. What's more, I had no love at all; I even ignored whether Guo'er loved me.

We eventually became as indifferent as strangers. Neither Guo'er nor I had the confidence to continue, and we divorced in less than a year. Guo'er said, "My heart has never been with her. We were like travelers, staying in the same hotel but in separate rooms, never together. Even when we met, we just brushed past each other." "

You don't even know how good I am to you, and now it's over. Life has geraniums and sunflowers, but your flower is far away, out of your reach. I sincerely wish you could reach it, truly, sincerely wish you could."

Guo'er said this with a genuine smile, but when she turned away, I felt she sobbed. When she looked at me again, everything was normal.

I just smiled at her then, and we downed two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in one go. After that, we rarely saw each other. Because of Guo'er and my breakup, none of my friends spoke to me for over a month. More than

a

year later, in the same small restaurant, I met a heartbroken Mei.

She wore light makeup, and her oval face, slightly thinner from excessive grief, differed slightly from how I remembered her, yet she was still beautiful and captivating. She had lost some of the naiveté of her student days, but gained a touch of maturity befitting a married woman. Her alluring breasts, full and firm, were no longer shy as before; every tiny bounce seemed to proclaim her pride as a woman.

I gazed at her, my breath almost stopping. This was the woman I had always loved so deeply; we had met again, and my heart pounded.

A woman in a white, form-fitting office lady suit sat before me. Beneath the short skirt, her slender, shapely legs were encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, the tightness just right. Through the sheer stockings, the slightly plump yet slender curves of her calves were alluring, their sensuality almost palpable. A few white toes were nestled within narrow white high heels, a sliver of darker flesh-colored stockings clinging to them, temptingly peeking out from the toes. I longed to see those feet fully unencased in the heels, imagining how utterly alluring that would be.

I don't deny that I love women's stockings, but when those stockings are associated with the woman I love, how captivating, how soul-stirring!

"You still can't change your old habits; you still like women's feet." This was the first thing Mei said to me when we met. She was very direct, which has always been both her strength and her weakness. She never believed that extreme rigidity leads to breakage; she believed that sharpness drives people forward. This is why she chose to divorce Kuan the very next day after discovering his infidelity. Even her adorable two-year-old daughter couldn't stop her. She left, leaving without hesitation, just as resolutely as she had left. Even if there was pain, she chose to bury it deep; even if there was regret, she chose to grit her teeth and swallow it.

She told me, in fits and starts, about the years after her marriage. She loved Kuan very much. After marriage, with the help of her parents' scraped-together financial assistance, she and Kuan started a company. Although busy, they quickly had a child. She said that children are the strongest bond holding a family together, and she hoped that her love and marriage with Kuan would be even stronger. Growing old together with Kuan, remaining faithful to him until the end, was her strong desire.

However, her wish was just that—a wish. For the new company to get on track, there would be countless social engagements at various levels. After giving birth to her daughter, Mei stayed home full-time to care for the child, neglecting Kuan and his feelings. Finally, one night, Mei received a call from someone at the company, catching Kuan and the company secretary naked in bed together in a hotel.

"You know, men can't control themselves when they're drunk, right? Kuan said he was just playing around, that he lost control after drinking. He wants me to forgive him, but I can't convince myself. I can't tolerate even the slightest flaw, you know? You know, just thinking about that chaotic, ugly scene in the hotel that night, stockings, underwear everywhere, condoms scattered all over the floor—it makes me sick. I can't forgive him, I can't! You say they used condoms, does that mean Kuan wasn't sober? He lied to me, he just lied to me, he lied to me so badly!" This was the conversation Mei repeated most often to me that night.

That night, Mei talked a lot. I listened passively, but secretly I was delighted by her divorce. I felt no shame for my selfishness, because I loved Mei so much, so incredibly much. I viewed Kuan's infidelity as a stroke of luck in my life, a stroke of good fortune that brought the person I loved into my life.

After

that, I took extra care of Mei. Women are most vulnerable when they are heartbroken, and I took full advantage of that. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by; I got Mei. I still remember our first time in bed.

On a cool, moonlit night, in a quiet hotel suite, on a white-sheeted bed,

Mei lay naked, except for a pair of sheer black stockings with garters on her smooth, round thighs.

Her voluptuous, perfectly naked body, her snow-white skin, and her flat, toned abdomen showed no signs of having had a child. Her firm breasts, with slightly dark areolas and erect nipples, and her stunning beauty, even in the dim light, were breathtaking. Her innate, radiant aura seemed to flow, a cold, suffocating allure, almost unreal, otherworldly charm—this was her most captivating quality: a chilling aloofness, yet an allure that beckoned one to reach out and pluck her.

Holding her soft, boneless black-stockinged foot, a thought arose within me that I wanted to pamper this woman for a lifetime.

I trembled as I rubbed my penis between her delicate feet. Her slender, frail feet clung tightly to the silky, sheer black stockings, gripping my hard glans. The soft touch of the stockings against my bare glans sent shivers down my spine. The exquisite black-stockinged toes exuded a delicate, fleshy fragrance. I inhaled the rich scent of her feet, a blend of leather shoes and sweat, and my heart was irresistibly intoxicated.

I held her rounded ankles encased in stockings; my palms were sweaty. I thrust my large penis in and out of the black stockings, gazing at the seams of the stockings on her fair, delicate yet sensual toes. I imagined how slender and beautiful her toes must be, nestled within the stockings. A surge of tenderness rose within me. What a pair of lovely feet! My erect penis trembled uncontrollably, and my breathing became heavy.

Her fleshy, black feet, warm with body heat, seeped through a thin veil of black stockings to my fingertips and palms. Even though they were already sweaty, the tantalizing sensation still drove me wild. This warmth, even through the sheer black stockings, mingled with my burning penis, just like our hearts, inextricably intertwined.

Love unites souls, stockings ignite desire—everything was perfect.

I lifted her stockinged foot, my penis moving within the fabric, hard as could be, the tip feeling like it was tearing. A few drops of clear pre-ejaculate oozed out, leaving a glistening trail on the stockings.

Just as my penis was about to lose control, I spread Mei's black-stockinged legs and thrust inside. My strong body naturally covered Mei's soft, plump body. My surprisingly large and round organ must have surprised Mei. She looked at me strangely with somewhat frightened eyes. She groaned and accepted my full entry. Her trembling fingertips traced my back, and her body trembled.

I entered powerfully and thrust forcefully. Her tender and elastic vagina tightly enveloped my penis. The deep, wet passage was incredibly hot. Her slightly parted pink mouth exhaled warm breath, and her pink tongue occasionally darted out. Her two warm, black-stockinged legs tightly wrapped around me. In the mirror embedded in the headboard, I could see her black-stockinged feet sometimes clenching her toes and pressing them against her back, and sometimes stretching out freely, forming an arc of orgasm. The pointed toes of her stockings twitched with the rising pleasure.

I thrust powerfully, my movements growing increasingly rough and forceful, each penetration filled with boundless love, each withdrawal with infinite longing. The black stockings were twisted into bizarre arcs, their entanglement reaching its most exquisite form… I love the woman beneath me, I deeply love the woman beneath me, I deeply love this woman whose genitals will forever be entwined with mine.

I don't want to stop for a moment, even as I'm on the verge of climax, I hold back again and again. I can't bear to leave that warm, moist passage, I can't bear to leave those bright and alluring black-stockinged feet. I know that we will eventually reach the pinnacle of ecstasy… We got married

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There was no wedding. We began our life's journey like this, like a couple married for many years, living each day in perfect harmony. One day passed, and a new day came, like a constantly repeating, flawless program. Having grown up together since childhood, we know each other so well that we don't even need to think; we know what the other needs.

After our marriage, Mei and I quickly had our daughter, Quan Quan, just as she had wished for, and everything finally settled down.

Before even completing her postpartum confinement period, Mei immediately began looking for work. She always had an unusual sense of crisis about society, saying she had to start everything from scratch, and if she didn't hurry, it would be too late; society doesn't wait for anyone. I knew Mei strived for excellence; she either didn't do anything, or she did it to the best of her ability. I also knew this stunningly beautiful woman had a vanity she didn't want to reveal; she needed her beauty and material needs to complement each other.

No one can say there's anything wrong with pursuing a better life, as long as you have the ability, especially since Mei had it.

After several twists and turns, Mei finally got a job at the group company I worked for. With her abilities and skills, she quickly rose to become the assistant to the company's vice president, while I remained an ordinary salesperson in a branch office not far from headquarters. I'm not surprised. Mei was a student council member in university; she had the leadership skills. Besides, her looks were a shining asset wherever she went. If women were cars, Mei would be the Rolls-Royce.

And a Rolls-Royce is something both the rich and the poor aspire to own. Mei rose to the position of assistant to the company's vice president in a very short time. In a society where ability and effort are often overlooked, and connections are paramount, people will inevitably speculate.

"I heard Mei and our Vice President Zhao are really getting along. They look like a couple. They're a perfect match, I really don't know why she married that good-for-nothing Liang."

"Hey, hey, haven't you heard? Mei's incredibly ambitious. Her family isn't well-off, but look at her, all designer brands, several LV bags. Could Liang, a mere salesman, afford that? Most likely, it's gifts from her lover, Vice President Zhao."

"I'm telling you, as long as a woman takes precautions and knows when to flaunt her wealth, she can have status, position, and money. Look, she's already an assistant, and she's only been here a short time!"

These kinds of rumors always reach my ears, whether I like it or not. I can't control what others say, but I mostly feel a sour taste in the mouths of those who say them. Mei's lifestyle is indeed much better than most people's. These are all things I managed to afford with the returns from investing in funds and stocks in my spare time. I want Mei to be glamorous in public, and I don't want her to feel wronged because she married me. In short, I'd rather go without food and drink than not satisfy Mei's needs.

I also believe that after experiencing that unhappy marriage, Mei will cherish her current family even more. No matter how harsh the words others say, I don't take them to heart. Although sometimes I feel uncomfortable watching Mei and Zhao Yicai walk out of the company gates looking radiant, attracting envious glances from others, it's just discomfort; I don't speculate further.

Trust is the foundation of a relationship; once trust is shaken, the foundation of the relationship crumbles as well. I understand this principle, and that's what I do.

Our

married life is beautiful and leisurely. Like most families, we happily busy ourselves with the mundane details of family life, yet we find joy in it.

What troubles me is that Mei has been secretly contacting Kuan since some time ago. I don't know if Kuan is still bothering her, or if she simply can't let go of her daughter with Kuan. I pretend not to know. She doesn't say anything, and I don't ask. I quietly manage my current family with Mei, maintaining our happy present. I can't bear to touch her painful past, can't bear to put her in a difficult position, because I know that even though Mei married me, and even though we have a daughter, Kuan still has another daughter of his—a blood tie that no one can take away.

She hasn't told me about her contact with Kuan, so I know Mei still can't let go. But I can't be so magnanimous as to help her rebuild her relationship with her ex-husband and daughter. Giving her a little space to manage on her own is the maximum I can do. I believe my indifference has shown my attitude, and I hope this attitude will make Mei realize its weight.

I don't know if this is a form of letting things slide, but things seem to be getting worse.

7.

It wasn't until one noon, when Kuan and his daughter Fei knocked on my door and stood there, that I realized my repeated avoidance was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, its bare bottom still sticking out. The result of self-deception was wishful thinking on my part.

I suppressed my anger; after all, I was highly educated, and Kuan and I had been classmates. I welcomed Kuan into the house. I saw Mei's surprised look; she was also completely taken aback by Kuan's arrival.

While I went into the kitchen to get water, I heard Mei say very quietly, "Why did you come? I didn't dare tell him. He doesn't even know I contacted you! What am I supposed to do?"

Kuan's voice was somewhat anxious: "I had no choice. How was I supposed to know you hadn't told him yet?

I rushed over in a panic. Fei'er's condition is getting worse. Should we tell him later?

" No, I'll think of something else. "Mei said.

I greeted Kuan politely and casually complimented Fei'er a couple of times. Everyone was using smiles to hide their awkwardness.

I didn't press Kuan about his purpose for coming; we just reminisced about our university days. Everyone was distracted, but no one had a better topic. Everyone was in anguish, but no one wanted to break the silence.

Quan Quan was in kindergarten and wasn't home for lunch. I made a few simple dishes, and we ate in a somewhat subdued mood. To give Mei some time, I took over the dishes, which Mei usually did after meals. After washing

the dishes, as I shook the water off my hands and wiped them clean with a cloth, I glanced absentmindedly at the frosted glass separating the living room and kitchen. I seemed to see Kuan..." Kuan's hand groped under Mei's skirt. Because Fei'er was playing in front of them, facing me, I couldn't tell from this angle whether Kuan's hand was adjusting Fei'er's clothes or actually reaching under Mei's skirt.

But I was still driven by impulsive rage. I rushed into the living room, only to see Mei adjusting Fei'er's clothes, while Kuan sat upright with his hands on his knees. Mei's face was flushed; perhaps from drinking too much red wine, even her ears were red.

I must be seeing things; I couldn't see anything wrong. Even if I had some suspicions, should I react in this situation? I forcefully extinguished that last vestige of doubt.

[The End]

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