The bitterness of infidelity

The Bitterness of an Affair
She's 32 years old, with a 4-year-old child. She's from our county, and she's quite pretty
, with fair skin and a few freckles. I've always liked mature women like her, so I started by seducing her
.
Work was boring, so we'd play cards together when we had nothing to do. I'd often stare into
her eyes (anyone who's ever dated a girl knows this is the first step). She gradually noticed me watching
her and started avoiding me. Then I noticed she was also watching me sometimes. Hehe. I knew I had a chance.
One day, we left work together. The bus was packed, and I finally managed to squeeze on. I
stood behind her. That day she was wearing a short, black skirt. A few thugs got on the bus,
looking around suspiciously. I guessed they were pickpockets, and she asked if I was there to steal something. I said I definitely was.
This is when you have to show your manly courage in front of her. A few thugs slowly approached
us. She clung to me, looking frightened. I immediately smelled the distinctive scent of a young married woman, and my
nerves instantly kicked in. A few pickpockets were stealing from an old man nearby. She turned
her face away, her face only about 3 centimeters from my mouth (my penis
was almost erect). I'm much taller than her and could see the neckline of her clothes, her white bra, and her
deep cleavage. My penis immediately became erect again. I turned her body to face me and told her not to look.
She replied, "Okay." This position allowed me to hold her from behind. The bus stopped at a station. No one got off,
but two women carrying children got on, making the bus even more crowded. Her buttocks rubbed against my penis from time to time
, and she gradually felt the change. She tried to distance herself, but I wouldn't. Hehe.
This kind of opportunity might only come once in a lifetime. The car was about to cross the bridge, after which lay a 2-kilometer tunnel
, and I was waiting to enter it.
I had already positioned myself while the car was on the bridge; she sensed what I was about to do, but she certainly
wouldn't have imagined how bold I would be.
The car finally entered the tunnel, and I immediately hugged her, whispering, "I've liked
you for a long time." She didn't react, so I rubbed my penis against her skirt. Her buttocks immediately
twitched forward, and she said, "Are you crazy?" I said, "I really have liked you for a long time."
Then my hand touched her buttocks. She immediately cried out, "I'm going to scream!" I said,
"You won't." Then my hand became even bolder, gently touching her breasts.
It felt like an electric shock.
But she didn't scream. Hehe. I knew she wouldn't. My hand became even bolder, gently touching her buttocks under her skirt
. I felt her face turn red. I took out my penis and pressed it against her buttocks.
"You're really crazy, a pervert," she said softly. I replied, "You won't dare to scream." My penis
was gently moving between her legs. My hand was touching her vagina. But I didn't dare to actually take off her panties. I
was still very scared. But I made a very bold move, pulling her panties to the side and putting my penis inside
. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her panties. Then I pulled my penis out. At this time,
the bus also came out of the tunnel.
I saw that her face was both pale and red. I asked softly, "Was it exciting?" "Perverted."
That was her answer. I asked her, "Shall we go to a hotel after we get off the bus?" "Get lost." That was her answer. It was
Friday afternoon, and most of the people at work had left. I was watching Morok in the office, and my lust
was burning. Just then, she came in to get water. She was wearing the uniform issued by my company. Our uniforms were the same for both men and women,
with low necklines. The water dispenser was next to me. As soon as she bent down, I stood up. She knew what I was going to do and
what I wanted to see. Hehe. I used to do this all the time… After she finished pouring the water, she turned to leave, and I called out,
“Wait, come and see why there’s a picture of you on the computer.” She looked at me suspiciously:
“Impossible.” She turned to leave again. I said, “Really, come and see.” As I said this, I took
out my penis. She didn’t notice what I was doing. She walked over to me and glanced at the computer. Her face immediately
turned red: “Shameless.” (What good stuff could there be in the pictures on the movie? Hahahaha).
I said, “Just look for a while, see what foreigners’ things look like.” She turned to leave.
I grabbed her hand and put it on my penis, saying, “Look at mine, which one is bigger, mine or a foreigner’s?” She tried to turn
around and slap me, shouting, “Let go of me, or I’ll call for help!” I said, "Go ahead and scream, scream your lungs out
, no one will come" (this line seems to be from a Stephen Chow movie). I placed her hand on my penis.
She struggled fiercely, but how could a woman less than 160cm tall be a match for me? My other hand
slipped under her clothes and grabbed her private parts. Wow, a married woman is different from a girl, so big and full.
I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you, I've wanted to for a long time, my penis has been wanting to be inside your vagina for a long time
, wanting to ejaculate inside you." I licked her ear while saying these lewd things. Her
face turned red. She kept struggling. I released my hand from my penis. I freed one hand to undo her
pants. She yelled, "If you dare, I'll call the police!" Seeing her serious expression, I didn't dare to take off her
pants. Then I rubbed her vagina against the outside of her pants. I whispered in her ear, "All I can think about when I'm masturbating
is you, so just give it to me. I want to lick your pussy, I want to eat your juices." I
could never normally say such lewd things (Morok corrupted me). Just then, I heard a car downstairs, so I quickly
let her go. I saw she looked like she was about to cry. Her face was as red as an apple. I felt a little guilty: "I'm
sorry, I won't do it again" (a sudden pang of conscience). She straightened her clothes, looking like she wanted to
slap me, but she didn't. She turned and left.
It was time to get off work. Her husband came to pick her up, and just as I was leaving, he asked me to come with him. They went...
The road. I saw she looked unhappy. I said okay. There was a big box in the front of the car, and we sat
in the back. I chatted with her husband about fishing and playing cards, while glancing at her next to me. The car was about to
enter a tunnel. I did something no one expected. As soon as we entered the tunnel, I took out my penis, put her
hand on it, and put my other hand inside her skirt, forcefully pulling down her panties. She wanted to scream, but was afraid. She
just removed her hand from my penis. Her legs were tightly closed. My hand was already at the entrance of her vagina, but
only a little bit inside. I kissed her face. My hand inside her vagina was already wet. The car was about
to exit the tunnel. I took my hand back and put my penis back in. We came out of the tunnel. I saw her face was both pale and red.
I saw she hated me. I put the hand that had just been inside her vagina to my nose and smelled it. It smelled so good. She
turned pale with anger when she saw me like that . Then I put the hand that had been inside her vagina in my mouth and licked it vigorously a few times.
I didn't take it out until I had tasted it all. Her husband saw me sucking my fingers and asked with a smile, "What's so delicious on your hand?
You're eating it so happily." I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just have a habit of sucking my fingers." The car arrived at my door
. I got out of
the car. When I got home, I savored the taste of her vagina. I sent her a text message: "Your vaginal fluid smells so good. One
day I'll eat my fill."
After May Day, my company was organizing a field trip to a county town near us, about
100 kilometers away. We wouldn't be back that night. When I heard this news, I was so excited that I couldn't
sleep for several nights. I kept thinking about how to beg for her forgiveness and make her stop hating me. Morok's friend even gave
me an idea: drug her. I thought, after all this time, it would be too boring if I ended up with a dead person.
The day before she left, she came to our office and chatted with a few young women. They were discussing how to
have fun, and the result was that they weren't allowed to bring family members! I overheard this and was secretly laughing. I thought, "
If I ever get the chance, I'll definitely sleep with you. It would be a shame to miss such an opportunity." Whether intentionally or
unintentionally, she turned and glanced at me, seeing my bright smile. I sensed she was very uncomfortable.
My colleagues were still joking with me, "Xiao Liu, you'll have to help us carry our things!"
I replied with a smile, "No problem, there are only three men in the office, I'll take care of things in these two offices
."
The next morning, the office borrowed a car, and we all set off for the county town. As the car drove along,
a woman next to me asked, "Xiao Liu, why don't you find a girlfriend? What kind are you looking for? I can
introduce you to someone." The woman sitting in front of me also turned around and asked, "Yeah, what kind are you looking for? I'll
help you too." Frustrated. I thought to myself, "Don't you know what kind of person I'm looking for?" "I'm looking for you. Don't think
I'll stop bothering you just because you found me a woman, damn it." I laughed and said, "Where can I find someone as beautiful and
gentle as you, sister? That's who I'm looking for." She didn't expect me to be so frank. The woman next to her laughed and
said, "Why don't you just ask if your sister has a younger sister? I'll introduce her to you." Her face turned red to her ears
, and she turned away without saying a word.
The car arrived in the county town, and we checked into a hotel. I stayed in room 306. When I went upstairs, I quietly
asked her what room she was in, but she didn't answer me. However, I saw her go to room 317. Then, everyone went to have
lunch together, and then we drove to the hot springs. Since I hadn't helped them with their things, it was easy
for me to sit next to her. The hot springs weren't far, only about a 20-minute drive. I didn't have a chance
to say anything to her on the way, but I still secretly touched her hand. She pinched it, but it didn't hurt much. She also
gave me a fierce glare.
When we arrived at the hot springs, she hadn't changed her clothes yet when I got into the water. I found a
spot with a clear view and waited for her to come out. A few minutes later, she emerged, wearing a green swimsuit that hugged her petite yet voluptuous
body. Her fair skin looked even more radiant against the green backdrop. Soon after, the
other women went to surf, leaving her standing there alone. A golden opportunity presented itself. I slowly circled around to
a spot about 4-5 meters behind her—a distance most swimmers could easily reach. I submerged
and slowly swam towards her. When I saw her green body in front of me, she hadn't noticed
me. I suddenly grabbed her buttocks and stood up. Just as she was about to scream, she saw me standing
before her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and anger. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you.
I thought it was Xiao Wang (a male colleague from my workplace)." She said, "Don't go too far, take your hand away."
That didn't work on me. I kept apologizing while gently touching her buttocks. I said, "
Can I just disappear from your sight right now?" "Then go ahead and leave. There are lots of people watching us standing here."
Only when she said that did I notice that there were hardly any people left; most had gone surfing. "Okay, okay,
I'll disappear right now." I took a deep breath and dove into the water right in front of her. As soon as I was in the water, I
started tearing at her clothes, revealing her pubic hair. I kept rubbing her crotch with my hand.
I couldn't see her expression, but I knew she was blushing, but she couldn't show it. There was
a ghost in the water. Her legs kept kicking me. You know how you can't really hurt someone in the water. When she wasn't kicking, it was
fine, but when she did kick, her legs were spread open, making it easy for my hand to touch her pubic hair and the entrance to her vagina.
She immediately closed her legs tightly, and with a forceful push, she fell into the water.
Before her mouth could even open, I was already kissing her. She was probably too startled, and my tongue
even circled around in her mouth (it felt so good). At this point, I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I stood up and shielded her
. My colleagues from work hadn't returned yet, and there weren't many people in the large pool; no one noticed what
was happening. As I stood up, I also pinched her breasts hard a few times. I don't know if she choked on
water or was angry, but her face turned blue. I moved behind her, took out my penis, and pressed it between her legs...
I gently kissed her ear, saying, "Just give it to me once, okay? I lose sleep over it every night, and every time I masturbate,
I think of you." She didn't speak. I pulled her pants aside, pressed her buttocks against my waist
, and my penis reached the entrance of her vagina. She seemed to snap out of it, struggling and
pleading, "Xiao Liu, I beg you, please let me go. I'll find you a good woman." My penis
rubbed against the entrance of her vagina. How could I possibly agree to that and let go of the good thing I'd been waiting for? I
thrust my hips forward, and the head of my penis went in. I think her face must have turned pale. She definitely didn't expect me to enter her
body here. She started struggling, and the more she struggled, the faster my penis went in, and in just a few strokes, it was already halfway in
. Then she saw one of our colleagues slowly walking over, and she begged me again, "Don't do this!
What will we do if they see us?" I said, "Then give it to me tonight, or I won't
let you go." To be honest, I was scared too, but she agreed without hesitation. I said, "If you don't give it to me tonight, I'll come
knocking on your door." She nodded and said, "I promise you, just let me go, they're coming
." I thought to myself, even if she doesn't give it to me tonight, I won't lose anything. I've already gone in, it's the same as having sex.
I thrust my penis into her vagina a few more times until it was all the way in before slowly pulling it out. I
felt a lot of fluid inside her. I didn't know if it was because we were having sex in the water or because she was aroused. Since she had her
back to me, I couldn't see her expression, and I didn't know how she looked after I thrust into her so hard—whether she
was enjoying it or in pain. I let go of her and swam to the front of her. When I stood up, she was gone
. I didn't have a chance to see her expression. When I looked carefully, I found that she had gone to the changing room.
When I got on the bus, I found that she was sitting in the last row. I sat next to her without hesitation. The bus started moving,
and that's when I realized how charming the scenery along the road was. Her wet hair and unmade-up face
captivated me. My colleagues in front of me were loudly discussing the fun of surfing and their evening plans, but I'm sure
neither she nor I were paying attention. I watched her gaze out the window, wondering what she was thinking. I placed my hand
in hers; she didn't react. This was the first time she hadn't rejected me. I gently stroked her hand, wishing this
road could go on forever. Suddenly, she turned to me and asked, "Why do you keep bothering me?
There are plenty of good women out there. I'm just a married woman with children. If I report you, you'll go to jail." I don't know if
I'd really fallen for her, but I sincerely said, "I truly love you. I don't want to break up your family. I
just want to have you, to love you properly just this once. Whether you're married or have children, you
'll always be an 18-year-old girl in my heart. I truly love you." She said, "If I don't give in tonight, will you
really come knocking on my door?" I blurted out, "No, I can't bear to hurt you. I need your consent." After saying
that, I wanted to slap myself. She didn't say anything and turned to look out the window again.
That evening, we ate at a farmhouse in the county town, a leisure resort.
After dinner, there was a bonfire party. During dinner, I noticed she had drunk several glasses of wine; her face was flushed. I didn't
know if it was because she was happy or tired, but she felt a little dizzy after a few drinks. As we drank, it slowly
got dark. Then I saw her sit under a tree, so I went over and sat down next to her.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked her. She didn't answer, just stared blankly at the bonfire. After a while, she
asked me, "Is there a place to rest here? I've had some drinks and want to rest." I said, "I'll ask for you."
I went to ask the manager; the rooms were in the back. I came back and told her, and she probably really had too much to drink, staggering
towards the back.
Just as I was still lost in thought, my phone rang. I saw it was her call, hesitated for a long time, but finally
answered. Her drunken voice came through the phone: "Come here, I need to talk to you. I've had too much to drink today.
Let's talk this out. I'll give you what you want, but please don't bother me again." She hung up.
I stared at the phone in my hand, but I felt no joy. I didn't know if I should go. Just then,
a colleague next to me saw my state and knew I was upset because of a woman, so he came over to comfort me: "Men,
what's there to hold onto? Just be happy." I said, "I'm just not happy." He said, "Just
do what you're supposed to do, and there's nothing to be unhappy about. Just be true to yourself." I looked at my phone. Looking at
the room behind me, I finally went over.
When I reached the door, I hesitated. I didn't know what would happen if I went in. After thinking for a moment, I
pushed the door open. The door wasn't locked. I saw her lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. I gently walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She didn't wake up. I bent down and gently kissed her lips. She woke up then and looked at me. "You're here.
Let's talk this over. If I give you what you want, will you really stop coming to me and stop bothering me?"
I went over and closed the door. Looking at her, I said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." She slowly started to undress
. First, she took off her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath, then her pants, revealing off-
white panties. She turned around and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white breasts. Although
she had given birth, her breasts were still well-maintained, firm, with rosy areolas and small nipples. When she took off her panties
, the first thing I saw was the scar from childbirth—a clear surgical scar on her stomach, and beautiful pubic hair in an inverted
triangle shape. She looked at me, still not reacting, and asked, "Didn't you always want this? Did you change your mind today, or did you
have a change of heart?" I didn't answer her, but slowly walked up to her and suddenly kissed her. Our tongues
intertwined in our mouths, and my hands caressed her entire body. But strangely, my penis didn't react. I
gently took her nipple into my mouth, licking it like a child, and her body reacted noticeably. My
mouth moved down to the place I had always dreamed of. Since I had showered, I couldn't smell any unpleasant odor. I licked her labia,
my tongue moving back and forth at the entrance of her vagina. I swallowed all the fluids she was producing.
I knew she was now instinctively craving my penetration. I kissed her lips again, her face flushed.
She was now completely weak, her body writhing.
I stopped and stood up. She thought I was going to take off my clothes, and looked at me, her face flushed
. I looked at her too. Slowly, her eyes turned to surprise.
I said, "I don't want to threaten you. I really like you, and I don't want to force you. I don't want your
body; I want you to be my lover. We can't be husband and wife in this life, but we can be
lovers for a lifetime. If you don't want to, I don't want to humiliate you because I can't bear to hurt you. I
apologize for everything I've done before. I'm sorry."
She didn't say anything, but slowly began to put on her clothes. I also left the room. The wind cleared my head
. I didn't know if what I did was right or wrong, but I didn't regret it.
The next day on the way back, she sat down next to me. I didn't say anything, and neither did she. It was then that
I realized how beautiful the scenery was, and I knew that a
relationship that shouldn't have happened was destined between us.
That night, I sent her a text message, asking if she had made up her mind. She replied, "I
don't know. You're much better than I imagined. My mind is a mess right now." Lying in bed, I couldn't figure out
why I did what I did. I could only take it one step at a time.
The next day at work, I saw her eyes were red and her complexion was bad. I found an opportunity to ask her, "
Didn't you sleep well last night?" She nodded, glanced at me, and then turned and left. Looking at her
haggard figure, I didn't know what my actions had brought to her life. I didn't know if what I was doing
would ruin a happy family; my own mind was also a mess.
That night, I went to bed early, my mind filled with her haggard appearance. I wanted to call her,
but I didn't have the courage. My phone sat in my hand for a long time without me making a call. I wanted to send a message, but I didn't dare, afraid that her husband would see it
and it would hurt her.
At 11:20, my phone rang. I saw it was a message from her: "It's going to rain tomorrow. Wear more clothes and bring an umbrella." I didn't reply; I didn't know how. I put my phone to my chest and fell asleep, 　　sleeping soundly
with her concern in my heart . 　　It rained the next day, just as expected. Early in the morning, I went to the breakfast stall downstairs from my office and ate slowly. 　　I checked my watch and knew she would arrive in a few minutes. A little while later, 　　she got off the bus. As soon as she got off, she looked around. I knew she was looking at me. I noticed she didn't have an umbrella, so I ran over and opened it for her. She seemed 　　pleased with my gesture. I asked her, "You told me it was going to rain, why didn't you bring an umbrella?" She 　　didn't answer. She went to the food stall and ordered breakfast. Neither of us spoke; we just ate slowly. 　　It was about 100 meters from there to our office. After we finished eating, the rain intensified. I held the umbrella 　　and we slowly walked towards our workplace. To keep her from getting wet, I tried my best to keep her under the umbrella; my clothes were almost 　　completely soaked. We entered the building just as the elevator came down; it was empty. As soon as we got in, she hugged me. 　　We didn't say anything, just kissed each other. She cried, saying, "I'm so tired. Please don't torture 　　me." I said, "I'm not." "Then why didn't you call me yesterday? I texted you, but you didn't 　　reply." She cried even harder. I quickly said, "Don't cry. This is the workplace. If someone sees us, it'll be all over." 　　Only after hearing that did she stop crying. On the way out of the elevator, several people from the workplace gave us strange looks 　　, making my face burn, while she didn't seem to react. 　　At noon, she asked me to go to lunch, but I didn't go. I said I wasn't feeling well, and she asked me with concern if I had caught a cold from being caught 　　in the rain. I said maybe. Everyone in the office went out to eat, and I dozed off at my desk. She 　　was next to me, constantly fiddling with her phone. I vaguely felt her lock the door. She came over and 　　gently touched my ear with her hair. When I didn't react, she simply pulled me up and 　　asked me very seriously, "Now that no one's around, what do you think we should do?" I glanced at her and smiled lewdly, saying, 　　"Men and women only have a relationship, it's just a matter of whether it's legitimate or not." After saying that, I hugged her and kissed her passionately 　　. She seemed to have been waiting for my actions, moving in rhythm with my hands. I placed her 　　on the desk and kissed her, unbuttoning her clothes. Slowly, I kissed her nipples; she was clearly aroused, her 　　legs rubbing together with my kisses. Enjoying my kisses and caresses, she moaned 　　, "Not here, if someone sees, it'll be terrible." I had originally planned to have sex here 　　, but her words made me put her down. Looking at her flushed face, disheveled clothes, and exposed 　　breasts, I really wanted to have sex with her right there. 　　She lowered her head and slowly put her clothes back on, asking, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" My penis was already 　　painfully hard; I nodded and said, "I want it, I want you." "Not here, bear with it. 　　I'll come to your place tonight," she said gently. I pulled her hand to my penis and said, "Look 　　, I can't even stand up now, it hurts so much, can you help me?" She walked over to me and slowly squatted 　　down, taking my glans into her mouth. I watched her head move back and forth between my legs, feeling 　　my penis going in and out of her mouth. It felt better than a dream. I lay back in my office chair, and she vigorously 　　gave me oral sex. This was something I had always wanted and longed for, but now that it was actually happening, 　　I realized that imagination and reality were far apart. No matter how much I imagined it, I could never feel the same pleasure as today. A 　　moment later, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I said to her, "It's almost over, be careful." She ignored me and kept 　　sucking my penis hard. I felt a tickle on my glans, so I pressed her head down forcefully 　　. I felt like I was flying to heaven. My semen went all the way into her throat and mouth. I felt 　　that this ejaculation felt better than any I had ever experienced before. 　　I didn't come to my senses until she licked the fluid off my penis. Looking at her blissful face, I couldn't help but pick her up and kiss her a few 　　times. Then I asked her, "Where did you spit it out?" She smiled and said, "I swallowed it all." She looked at me with surprise.

With a surprised expression, she said, "What's so strange? To love someone is to love all of them." I then came to my senses and said,
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, I love you."
That evening, I went home first to change clothes, and she went home first to take care of the child before calling me—that was our plan
. But when I got home, I found I had a slight fever, so I called her to say I might not be able to come
. She said it was okay, she would come to see me. I lay in bed waiting for her, and after a short while, I heard her knocking. I opened the door, and sure enough, it was her.
She was wearing a red dress, which made her figure even more alluring. As soon as we entered, we hugged each other and
kissed passionately, from the living room all the way to my bed. She quietly told me she had taken a shower at home, and I knew
what she wanted. We both consciously took off all our clothes, and I held the lover I had always wanted, licking her passionately
. My tongue licked every part of her body, finally stopping between her legs.
My tongue kept going in and out of her vaginal opening. She was so wet I couldn't even swallow it all.
Her hands pressed hard between her legs against my head. I turned around and gave
her my penis, which she readily took into her mouth. We played in the 69 position for over half an hour before she
said to me, "Darling, give it to me quickly, I'm so itchy, I want you." At this moment, her legs were spread out in an M-shape in
front of me. My glans was already red and purple in her mouth. I positioned my glans at the entrance of her vagina,
thrust my hips forward, and my penis went all the way in. I felt my penis tightly enveloped by a long-lost warmth. Her hands
gripped my back tightly as my penis continued to move in and out of her vagina. The faster the pace, the
tighter her grip became. The only sounds in the room were her dreamy moans and the soft,
squelching sounds of my penis rubbing against her vagina. We maintained this position for over ten minutes, then we entered from behind, which
allowed me to see the friction between my penis and her vagina more clearly, intensifying my sensations
. I could also see the allure of her anus. I smeared the vaginal fluid on it with my hand, and
gently inserted my finger halfway in. At that moment, I heard her moan, "No, I can't take it anymore,
don't do this." Before she finished speaking, she collapsed onto the bed; I knew she had orgasmed. But I
hadn't. I flipped her over again and thrust my penis harder into her vagina.
She, who had just orgasmed, slowly became aroused again, her hips moving up and down in sync with my thrusts, allowing
me to exert more force. (It was then that I truly understood that sex with a married woman is best). I continued this
motion for at least 20 minutes. I felt I was about to ejaculate, and I whispered, "Darling,
I'm going to cum, do you want it?" She opened her hazy eyes and moaned, "Give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore
." I thrust a few times, and my glans went numb. A surge of heat rushed to the deepest part of her vagina.
She hugged me tightly, her legs clamping around my penis, ensuring that
every last drop of my semen entered her body. We remained in that position until we drifted off
to sleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, I found she was gone. There was a note by the bed: "Darling, I saw
you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. I have to go home. See you at work. I love you. You are my lover.
The medicine I bought for you is in the living room. Remember to take it before coming to work." Looking at the note, I knew I would be in a good mood for
work today.
Since our relationship became official, work has become more enjoyable and filled with laughter. Her face flushed,
and we were as sweet as teenagers in our first love. However, after making love, we often
worried about our future, because we both knew this kind of relationship was dangerous. Secrets can never be kept forever, and
if that day ever came, her family and children might leave her. She often felt guilty towards
her loving husband, but she couldn't let go of our relationship and couldn't resist the temptation of lust. So we
drifted further and further apart. Days passed in laughter and one affair after another.
One day, I had just arrived at the office when someone called me to the manager's office, saying the new manager had arrived and I needed
to meet everyone. Without changing out of my work clothes, I went to the manager's office and gently knocked. I heard
a woman's voice inside say, "Come in." Pushing open the door, I saw a woman around 35 or 40 years old sitting in the manager's seat.
She had very fair skin and a few small freckles. Her professional suit made her look very
elegant; she was clearly a cultured white-collar worker. The deputy manager next to me introduced me, saying, "Xiao Liu,
this is the new Manager Liu." Turning to the new manager, I said, "This is our youngest colleague in the unit
, in marketing, quite capable." Manager Liu glanced at me a few times and smiled, saying, "Not bad, young man.
I've heard your market development is excellent. Keep up the good work, the company needs talent like you." Damn…
everyone says the same thing. When you're laid off, they all say the same thing. I nodded and said, "Definitely, definitely,
I'll do even better in the future." At that moment, I noticed a familiar look in Manager Liu's eyes,
but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before. Manager Liu said, "Xiao Liu, go back to your work. I just called you here for
a meeting. If you need anything, come find me." I nodded, turned, and left. Back in my office, I
kept thinking about why her eyes felt so familiar, but I couldn't figure it out. A while later, my wife came in and asked
what the manager wanted, what the manager looked like, and whether he was the stereotypical lewd type. Ugh… why
are women so gossipy? I smiled and replied, "She's not bad, quite pretty, looks
only around 30, very elegant." Just as I finished speaking, I saw the manager standing in the doorway,
smiling and listening to me. My mind went blank, blood rushed to my face, and I jumped to my feet, saying,
"Manager, what can I do for you?" Manager Liu smiled happily, shook his head, and walked away. At this moment, my
wife, who was next to me, realized that the person in question was the new manager. She pinched my hand hard and said, "Hello, your flattery skills
are getting more and more sophisticated. I think you're going to get into trouble sooner or later." Then she stormed off. Women are so sensitive...
Going too far is never a good thing, and I never expected her to say something like that. However
, I know that no woman would be angry if someone praised her beauty behind her back. Manager Liu seemed quite
pleased earlier, but the way she smiled at me felt familiar.
That night, my wife and I went to a KTV's VIP room. She was angry with me all night,
and I thought she was being petty, so I drank heavily. The atmosphere was very heavy all night. Around 11 pm,
she said she wanted to go home, so we left the room together. As soon as we stepped outside, we saw Manager Liu and two women standing at the door
talking. I tried to turn around immediately, but it was too late; my wife had already followed us out. My
wife and I stood frozen at the door. Manager Liu also didn't expect me to come
out of the room with a female colleague from work. She stared at us for a few seconds, and I awkwardly greeted her
, "Manager Liu, what are you doing here?" Manager Liu's eyes flashed with a sly smile as she said, "Yes,
what a coincidence! I didn't know you two liked singing. Maybe we could hang out
sometime." My wife, sitting behind me, wanted to explain but couldn't find an excuse, looking completely flustered. I said we had to leave, and Manager Liu said she was leaving too,
offering to drive us. Unable to refuse, I got into her car.
Manager Liu drove, and my wife and I sat in the back. I saw in the mirror that Manager Liu kept looking at us
, a sly smile on her face. My wife said goodbye at the bottom of the stairs and got out. Manager Liu
then told me to sit in the front. As soon as I sat down, she handed me a cigarette and lit one for herself. The air was heavy
. I wanted to explain but couldn't find a good reason, so she spoke first: "I didn't realize you were so capable,
managing to get your hands on Xiao Yang from our workplace. Don't tell me you and she are just colleagues." I pleaded
, "Manager, you saw it all. Nothing I say will change anything, but please don't tell anyone
. If her husband finds out, it'll be all over." Manager Liu glanced at me and said, "I won't tell, but you have to treat me to
dinner and karaoke." At this point, I had no choice but to agree. When we got to my apartment building, Manager Liu said, "From now on, when
you're not at work, just call me Sister Liu, not 'Manager.' I don't like that." I said, "Okay." When I got home, I lay in
bed and called my wife. She was already furious, waiting for my call. Hearing that it was nothing,
just that I wanted to treat Manager Liu to dinner, she became even angrier, yelling, "I knew that slut wasn't any
good! Just look at the way she looks at you, you can tell what she's up to! Dinner? I think she wants to eat you alive! You
'd better watch yourself. If you get together with her, don't come looking for me!" Then she hung up. Listening to my wife's words,
I realized she had a point. But Manager Liu shouldn't be interested in me. Although I'm 185cm
tall and weigh 80kg, I'm broke. I'm not the kind of big boss she likes. I decided to stop thinking about it and
just sleep it off. I'd find out at work the next day.
The next day, as soon as I arrived at work, I saw Manager Liu waiting for me at my office door. "Xiao Liu, come to my office
for a moment, I need to talk to you." I had no choice but to obediently follow her. Once inside, I said, "Manager, what
is it? I'm very busy today and in a hurry." I wanted to leave her office quickly. She handed me
a cigarette and said, "What's wrong? Can't you even talk to your sister for a bit? You promised to treat me to dinner and karaoke last night
. I called you here to ask when you're going to treat me." I could only smile and say, "Manager, at least wait until I
get paid before treating me. It's already mid-month, and I don't have enough money." "Oh, really? Okay, I'll lend it to you
. Sure, pay me back when you get your salary." Since things had come to this point, I could only say, "Manager, whatever
you say, I'm free." "Aren't you afraid Yang Ling will get jealous? (I haven't mentioned it yet, my lover's name is Yang Ling).
" I said no, it's fine. "Okay, wait for my call. I'll call you when I've decided. You can go back to work now."
I had no choice but to return to my office dejectedly. As soon as I got there, Yang Ling came in and asked, "
What did that slut want with you? Was she asking about us? Just tell her, what are you afraid of?" I quickly closed the door
, afraid someone would hear. I said, "It's nothing, she just wanted to ask about the market response to our company's products
and this month's report." Yang Ling looked incredulous and said, "I'll tell you again, if you're with her
, don't come looking for me. Just pretend we were never together." Seeing tears welling in her eyes, I hugged her tightly, my heart aching.
"Honey, you have to believe me, it won't happen. We've been through so much together, I can't bear to lose you."
She stopped crying, and after my reassurance and comfort, she went back to her office.
After she left, I thought about it carefully. I realized the manager's way of speaking to me and the way she looked at me was different,
just like the way I looked when I was pursuing Yang Ling. I comforted myself, "It shouldn't be like that, she's thirty-seven
or thirty-eight, she wouldn't choose someone like me."
After work, I received a call from the manager asking me to come to her house to fix her computer; she would pick me up downstairs. I
knew that going there might lead to something, but I couldn't refuse. (It was then that I realized how easy it is for superiors to sexually harass subordinates, as described in the newspapers
and on TV). I had no choice but to go downstairs and wait for her. As soon as I got
downstairs, I saw she was already there. She smiled and said, "Look at how dejected you look. Your sister isn't a
monster; if you fix it, I'll give you a reward." I got in the car and said, "I don't look dejected at all; I'm just
a little tired from work." She asked me seriously, "Do you want to change jobs and help me organize documents? It's quite
easy." I quickly said no. Seeing my flustered look, she laughed loudly, "Did your Yang
Ling say something to you? That woman... looks like I need to have a good talk with her." I quickly said, "No,
she didn't say anything. You absolutely mustn't go to her." I knew Yang Ling looked gentle, but she
had a very bad temper and couldn't stand the slightest displeasure. "Oh, you seem quite concerned about her. You two have been together for a long time;
looks like you have a good relationship." Hearing the teasing in her tone, I felt a mix of emotions. "Should I
transfer Yang Ling to a different job? Transfer her to the county company as a manager?" she said to me nonchalantly.
That's when I realized Yang Ling was absolutely right; this slut really was slutty, and also incredibly stingy. I quickly said:
"Please don't, her child is still young." "Hmph, young child? I think she's got quite the nerve." The car arrived at
her apartment building. She lived in a high-end residential complex. As I went upstairs, I wondered what she was up to,
what would happen if I went up. I had no idea. Just then, my phone rang. It was Yang Ling calling. We
had arranged to have dinner together. I didn't dare answer; I didn't know what to say to her.
The decor of her home didn't resemble that of a high-class white-collar worker at all. Every piece of furniture exuded a classical charm,
giving one a feeling of stepping back in time. I sat on her wooden sofa, and she made me a cup of tea. I
didn't know the quality of the tea, but I knew it was good. I asked her, "Manager, is the computer over there? Let me take a
look, but I'm not sure I can fix it. My skills are limited." She led me to the computer and said, "Take a look yourself
. I'll go change my clothes." I turned on the computer and found it had a virus. I fixed this simple thing
in 10 minutes. By the time I finished, she had changed into casual home clothes and was cooking. Having always seen
her in her business suits at work, seeing her cooking in the kitchen for the first time, she really gave off a "good wife and mother" vibe. She turned
to look at me and said, "Xiao Liu, you watch TV first. I'll just make something simple. Eat before you leave." I was already
planning to leave, but hearing her say that made me hesitate.
After she finished cooking, I helped her set the table. She took out a bottle of red wine whose name I didn't recognize and poured two glasses. "Xiao Liu,
just eat whatever you want here today. Another time when you treat me, I'll really take advantage of you." I could only
smile wryly and say, "Manager, you decide. I only have a pitiful amount of money." She looked at my wry smile
and smiled, saying, "Come on, let's drink. We'll talk about it another time." I could only drink with her. I usually enjoy drinking,
but I don't know why I felt so uncomfortable drinking today. After finishing a bottle, I was already feeling dizzy. I offered to help her clear the table, but she
wouldn't let me. "These are things women do. What are you, a man, doing doing this?" I increasingly don't understand this woman
. What kind of person is she?
Sitting on the sofa, sipping tea, she sat down opposite me, glanced at me, and said, "Xiao Liu, I want to ask you something."
I knew what she wanted to ask, so I said, "Go ahead and ask." "How did you end up with Yang Ling? She has a child and a husband
. Have you considered the future?" This question struck at the deepest part of my heart. I lit
a cigarette and remained silent. She continued, "What can she give you? Even if she likes you
, she won't divorce her husband for you. Are you as well-off as her husband?"
This question made me feel inferior. Her husband had a house, a car, and money. I, on the other hand, was just a lowly employee.
Seeing my silence, she knew her words had worked. "I divorced my husband for my lover. You've probably heard about my story.
You're still young; think carefully about your own path." As I buried my head in thought, the phone rang.
I didn't even need to look to know who was calling; she probably guessed too. "You have to go now.
Think carefully about what I told you." I glanced at her, said nothing, and left her house.
Back home, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I had considered what she had said, but I hadn't expected
her to be so insightful. The phone kept ringing beside me. I didn't want to answer; I didn't know if, given my current
mood, I would say "break up" to her. I turned on the TV; the song request channel was playing Na Ying's
"No Matter How Bitter." Listening to the lyrics, I felt an indescribable bitterness, thinking of the happy days we spent together
, the days we argued—the memories were all so sweet. Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it
was the electricity bill collector. When I opened the door, I saw her standing there in her pajamas, her face covered in sweat. Neither of us
spoke; we just looked at each other. Slowly, I saw tears welling up in her eyes. I couldn't hold back any longer and
carried her inside. Only then did she burst into tears, crying and saying repeatedly, "Why
didn't you answer my calls? Don't you want me anymore? Even if you don't want me, you should at least answer my calls and tell me!
What kind of person are you?" I could only lie: "No, I was charging my phone at home this afternoon, and I didn't take it with me when I left."
Slowly, she stopped crying, her eyes red as she looked at me: "You know what? I sneaked
out while my husband was asleep. Look, I haven't even changed my clothes." Actually, I knew even if she didn't say it. I didn't say anything, just
kissed her lips. Our love, tested once before, made our kiss more passionate and
closer than usual. We had never felt so close before.
Kissing my dear lover, I slowly took off her pajamas bit by bit. We
knew each other's movements intimately. Her hands were constantly caressing my entire body. We
stood there passionately kissing in my living room, without any barriers between us. Knowing what she needed, I gently placed her
on the armrest of the sofa, my legs between hers, my glans gently rubbing against the entrance of her vagina,
just like our lips. She let out a familiar moan, and after I entered her, I felt
a comfort and warmth I had never experienced before. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist. I slowly lifted her up, and
we stood in the middle of my room, passionately expressing our feelings. From the living room to the bed, we
thrust in and out of each other's bodies repeatedly, and she reached orgasm repeatedly. Even as I was about to ejaculate, she still held my
penis in her mouth until I had completely released my love in her mouth.
Lying on the bed, she nestled against my chest and gently asked me, "If there were a better woman than me who was willing to
be with you, would you still want me?" I stroked her smooth back and gently said, "You'll
know if you listen to Na Ying's song 'No Matter How Bitter'." She looked at me: "I have to go back now, will you take me?" I
nodded.
When we arrived at her door, she looked at me earnestly: "If he finds out when I get back, he wants a divorce,
will you still want me?" Looking at her, I felt a mix of emotions. I also said earnestly, "If that's
the case, I'll marry you." Watching her slowly ascend the stairs with a happy smile, and seeing her figure disappear into the stairwell, I
asked myself, would I marry her if she really got divorced?
Because I hadn't slept well the night before, I was late for work. As soon as I arrived at the office, I saw Manager Liu sitting in my chair.
"Xiao Liu, you're late! Did you stay out too late last night?" I said awkwardly, "
I didn't sleep well last night, I had insomnia." She glanced at me and said, "You go ahead with your work, I'm leaving." After she left, I saw
a letter on my desk, left by her. I quickly opened it and saw only one piece of paper inside: "I know
you can't forget her, but she might ruin you. You're still young, there are things you don't understand.
Love alone isn't enough for two people to be together, and temporary physical needs can't last. Quite a few people already know about you and her
. If you're really going to be with her, you'll have to face pressure from society and your family. The company is planning
to transfer you to the county as a deputy manager, think about it." I hadn't figured it out by midnight last night, and now
my mind was even more confused. I put the letter in my pocket and was about to get to work when Yang Ling came in. "You
don't seem very happy today, did you not sleep well last night?" Looking at her beautiful face and innocent smile, I
didn't feel happy at all. I shook my head: "No, I just slept in late last night.
I'll be fine after a nap at noon. You go to work first, I'll come find you after I finish my work." Watching her skip away,
I thought to myself, "Do all women like passion? I don't understand."
At noon, I didn't go to lunch with Yang Ling; I slept in the office. Just as I fell asleep, the phone rang: "Xiao Liu, I'm
waiting for you downstairs. Come with me to ** company." Even if I didn't want to go, I had to go because the manager called. When I got to the car, I
realized she didn't seem to be going on business at all. Her makeup was much better than usual, she was wearing perfume, and
a very sexy dress. Because the dress was so tight, her breasts looked like they were about to burst. The car drove towards the suburbs. I asked
her where we were going, but she wouldn't say, just kept laughing. The car arrived at a relatively famous resort in our area.
She seemed to come here often. She led me to a secluded small building. As soon as we entered the room, she told me that she wanted
me to have lunch with her; it was her birthday. Although I was skeptical, I still smiled and wished her a happy birthday. I asked
her how old she was, but she wouldn't tell me. I guessed she was 38 or 39.
She took a long robe from the inner room and handed it to me, saying, "Go take a shower, it's very dusty on the way. The bathroom
is downstairs." I wanted to say I didn't want to shower, but my feet unconsciously led me to the bathroom. I had just started
showering when I heard her say at the door, "Want me to help you scrub your back?" I quickly said thank you, I could manage on my own. When I
finished showering, she changed her clothes and prepared to shower as well. "You don't need me to help you scrub your back, but I want you to help me!"
I pretended not to hear and watched my own TV. Sure enough, after she had been showering for a while, I heard her call me. I deliberately turned the TV
volume up very loud, thinking about how to get home.
When she finished showering, she glanced at me without saying a word. I then realized that she was only wrapped in a towel,
and I could clearly see her snow-white thighs and half of her breasts. I knew she definitely wasn't wearing any clothes underneath.
She went to the bedside and ordered food and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) over the phone. "I don't have many friends here; they're all out of
town. I know you're probably reluctant to come, but I'm still very happy you did." You
might wonder why a woman in her thirties would want to see me. I'll tell
you slowly while we drink, and you'll understand. From the moment I entered this room, I didn't want to speak. As a man, I
didn't care what happened between us; I just didn't want a woman ten years older than me to have sex with me,
especially not willingly. It hurt my pride. I used to be the one harassing others; who knew
I'd end up like this?
The food consisted of only a few delicate side dishes, a bottle of Moutai, and two wine glasses. I thought how wonderful it would be to
be with Yang Ling in this setting, but the person in front of me wasn't her. "You're curious why I like contacting you, aren't you?
I'll tell you now. You look a lot like my college classmate, my first love. We were together for four years, but
we broke up because he went to Tibet for work. I haven't heard from him since. He asked me to go to Tibet with him
, but I thought it was too tough there, so I didn't go. Who knew it would be just as tough and tiring in the mainland?" Hearing her words, I just
kept drinking. I didn't want to think about whether what she said was true; I only knew I didn't want to stay here, I
wanted to leave. "I know you might not believe it, but you really do look like him. He's tall,
dark-skinned, and very attractive to women, just like you." Seeing that she was almost drunk, I wanted to get her drunk so I could go home.
Suddenly, she sat down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder: "Xiao Liu, I know you want to leave. I know
you don't want to stay here with me. It's my birthday today, so please don't leave, okay?" Smelling her body
fragrance and the full breasts under her towel, my male instincts slowly began to stir under the influence of alcohol. She
looked up at me, her lips gently biting behind my ear. "I'm so lonely.
I don't have a single friend here. All the men outside are fucking bastards." I tried to stand up but couldn't move.
I didn't know if it was because I didn't want to move or if I already had the idea of spending the night with her. I turned my head and saw
that her face was already very red. The towel on her body almost completely exposed her breasts. Her
nipples weren't very pretty, and their color was a bit dark. Her breasts were still very firm, and they looked well-maintained. At this close distance, I
could hardly see any trace of a woman in her thirties on her face. She kept stroking my body with her hands, and
slowly her hand touched my already erect penis. I felt that her hand was very hot and was
trembling. I knew she hadn't had sex in a long time, but I never expected such a strong reaction. Even touching
my penis made her hand tremble. My lips finally met hers. Kissing her felt like
I was kissing a 16-year-old girl, but I felt like that 16-year-old girl. Her tongue
swirled incessantly in my mouth, as if trying to devour all my saliva.
Finally, she pushed me down onto the bed, rubbing her full breasts against my stomach. As
the towels fell off her body, I noticed that she, like other women in their thirties, had some extra fat on her stomach,
though it wasn't usually noticeable. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, and her breasts weren't as firm as Yang Ling's. As her head
moved down to my groin, she kissed my testicles, not directly on my...
Her penis, and her mouth kept moving downwards, she spread my legs with both hands, placed my penis
between her breasts and rubbed her breasts with both hands. This feeling was something I had never experienced with any woman before
, and it gave my nerves an unprecedented stimulation. Then she
slowly took my penis into her mouth, her oral sex skills were clearly much better than Yang Ling's, her mouth
moved rhythmically, and her hands kept circling around my anus. Just when I felt I was about to climax, she
pinched the base of my penis hard, making my just-coming urge to ejaculate disappear instantly. I couldn't help but admire her
skill.
Just as she was about to mount me, her phone rang. Reluctantly, she looked at it,
then walked away to answer it. It sounded like it was her child calling. I glanced at my
phone too; there was a message from Yang Ling: "Honey, I can't come with you today. My husband seems to have heard
something, and we had a fight. Go to bed early tonight, I'll come to your place tomorrow at noon, your baby." Seeing Yang Ling
's message, my desire instantly subsided. I watched Manager Liu still on the phone and slowly started getting
dressed. She glanced at me as I dressed, still on the phone. I heard what sounded like an argument
. I wanted to say goodbye before leaving, but seeing how heated she was, I didn't
. When I got downstairs, I heard the argument turn into crying.
Back home, Manager Liu sent me a message: "Thank you for having dinner with me." I didn't understand it, and I didn't want to
.
The next day at work, I saw Manager Liu. She seemed the same as usual, except the way she looked at me
was slightly different. Yang Ling and I arrived at my place at lunchtime. As soon as we entered, we went straight to my bed.
Since we only had an hour at lunchtime, we quickly stripped naked. We used
familiar positions to caress each other's bodies. My desire from yesterday was reignited, even more intense than yesterday
. When I entered her from behind, Yang Ling let out cries of pain and pleasure. I felt I wasn't just making
love, but also venting my recent frustrations and anxieties. Gradually, Yang Ling couldn't withstand my
intense thrusts and collapsed onto the bed. I rolled her over again, placing her legs
on my shoulders. This position allowed me to clearly see her expression during orgasm. At this point, Yang Ling was too weak
to speak, only humming sounds I couldn't understand, her buttocks moving rhythmically in response to my movements.
I maintained this position for only 10 minutes before suddenly pounced on her, venting all my frustration on her
.
"You were amazing today, you almost made me faint." Looking at Yang Ling, who was acting coquettishly beside me, I
didn't know when we would reach that point, or how long these happy days could last. Do lovers really need
to be responsible for their love?
When I got to the office, Manager Liu called to tell me that I was going on a business trip with her the next day, for three days.
I hadn't even told Yang Ling about the trip yet, but she already knew. However, she didn't know who I was going with,
so for some reason, I lied and said I was going alone. She just said she couldn't take me because of family
matters.
The next afternoon, Manager Liu drove to my apartment building to pick me up. The car drove out of Xiangcheng. As soon as I got upstairs, I
received a text from Yang Ling: "Honey, don't drink too much when you go out. I'll treat you well when you get back." Before the car even left the city, I
saw Yang Ling's family by the roadside. She and her husband were affectionately arm in arm, their child
cuddling beside them. Seeing their happy family scene made me feel uneasy. Although I had no right to
blame her—I was the one who walked this road—I just couldn't understand whether she was with me out of genuine affection
or just lust! She had just texted me and immediately went back to her fun with her husband
. I couldn't understand it. Women, how
much can your hearts hold ?
Liu also saw them. She didn't say anything, just kept glancing at me with a
smile I couldn't decipher. We didn't say anything on the way; I just felt very depressed and suffocated.
The next day was busy, and I didn't finish work until the afternoon of the third. That afternoon, a manager from the company
invited me to dinner. I didn't want to go, but Liu insisted I go with her, saying I should help her fend off the drinks so she wouldn't get drunk
and be unable to drive. I couldn't refuse that reason. At the dinner table, I learned from introductions that this manager
was apparently the one rumored to be having an affair with Liu. Amidst the endless rambling, I drank more and more, and my head
started to spin. At that moment, I really wanted to call Yang Ling, to see what she was doing. But the thought that no matter how much I liked
her, she was never truly mine; she was mine to keep
. Why was I pushing myself down a path with no future?
After drinking quite a bit, I saw Liu and the manager getting intimate. The next thing
I did was go back to the guesthouse alone. I didn't know where Liu and the manager had gone. Back at the guesthouse, I called Yang Ling
, but she didn't answer. I couldn't help but wonder if she was having sex with her husband, and whether having sex with her husband
was the same as having sex with me. I can't understand it. There are so many things I can't understand. All I know is that her heart doesn't belong
to me, and her body doesn't belong to me alone. I don't know when I'll find
a woman who truly belongs to me, someone I don't need to give my heart to for this affair.
Liu came home in the middle of the night. I heard noises from the next room, but it seemed like she wasn't alone
; a man must have brought her home. After a while, the man left, and I heard Liu vomiting, then gradually, I heard
her crying. I really wanted to go and comfort her. I knew she was crying and exhausted, but I didn't know
if I could go. While I was thinking this, my phone rang. I didn't even need to look to know it was from next door.
As soon as I answered, I heard her heartbroken sobs. I went to her room and saw her sitting on the floor, crying
like a baby, all traces of her usual white-collar pride gone. I helped her to the sofa, and she immediately threw herself
into my arms and burst into tears. I quickly told her not to do this, that it wouldn't be good if others heard. After a while, her crying subsided...
She stopped. "Xiao Liu, I'm so sorry to bother you so late." I said it was okay. "Sit down first
, I'll go take a shower, I smell like alcohol." I said I wanted to go back to sleep, but she wouldn't let me.
It was already past 2 a.m., and the city outside the window had long since lost its vitality. I could only see a few
cars on the street, people rushing around for a living. I thought, who in this world isn't rushing around for a living?
While I was still in a daze, she had finished showering and came out. At this time, she no longer looked like the drunkard she had been, only
her face still showed signs of drinking too much.
At this moment, she leaned against the bed, looking at me with a confident expression. I slowly lay down next to her. I didn't know
what I was really thinking, but I felt very depressed and wanted to vent. Her hands gently took off all my clothes
, and she also stripped naked. I turned around and pounced on her, kissing her lips
and every inch of her skin incessantly. Her moans and body movements stimulated me. There was no foreplay; all I needed
was to vent, to vent wildly. My kiss suffocated her, my penis between her legs made her moan. Her
legs and her raised buttocks swayed rhythmically with my hips. I felt like I was
making love to a complete stranger, my teeth and nails tearing at her breasts and back, watching the marks appear on her breasts
, I reached my climax. I wanted her to lie on all fours and enter me from behind, she obeyed. I watched my
penis go in and out of her buttocks, watched her anus contract with each thrust, and couldn't resist inserting my fingers
into her anus. With her cries of pain, all my pent-up frustration and repression were released into her.
Looking at the woman next to me, almost 10 years older than me, I felt a mix of emotions. She
lay gently beside me, like other satisfied women, lightly stroking
every part of my body with her fingers. Neither of us spoke, because neither of us knew what to say
to break the awkward silence.
On the way back, she spoke to me very gently. I simply told her I wasn't going to be a deputy manager; I'd stay at
the company. She seemed to have already guessed my decision, though she noticed I was texting on my phone. I wanted to have
a serious talk with Yang Ling. I didn't want to rely on a woman and use my body to gain a man's value;
at least I still had my dignity and confidence as a man.
I called Yang Ling in the car, but she didn't answer, which made me very unhappy. I felt like she
hadn't missed me at all after I'd been gone for several days. I really didn't know what she took me for. Back home, I kept calling, but still no one
answered.
That evening, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was a man: "Are you Xiao Liu
? Yang Ling is in the hospital now. If you want to see her, come quickly." Before I could even ask who he was, he
hung up. I was very anxious, but I was also afraid of seeing her husband if I went. Yet, I wanted to see Yang Ling; I wanted to know why she
was in the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I lingered downstairs for a long time. I asked at the front desk, and she said she was in room 303,
bed 22, on the 6th floor. I got off the elevator on the 5th floor. After thinking for a long time, I finally called Manager Liu:
"Sister Liu, it's me. Could you come to the hospital? I'm waiting for you on the 5th floor. I need your help urgently
." Liu didn't ask what it was about and said she'd be right there.
Less than 20 minutes later, Liu arrived. Seeing my flustered state, she quickly asked what was wrong. I told her,
and she very considerately asked if I wanted her to go check on the situation first. I nodded. Liu patted my shoulder
and said, "It's okay, I'll go check first. If I can, I'll call you, and you can come up."
Liu went upstairs but didn't reply for a long time. I waited anxiously. It was then that I realized
how important Yang Ling was to me. I doubted whether I would have been this anxious if my parents were in the hospital.
About 30 minutes later, my phone rang: "Xiao Liu, come up. You have 10 minutes.
Her husband went home to get something." I ran up to the 6th floor and saw Manager Liu at the ward door. "Go in.
I'll watch over things here." As soon as I entered the room, I saw Yang Ling lying on the bed, her face pale, as if she had just fallen asleep. I went
over and gently took her hand, placing it on my face. "Wife, look at me, I've come to see you. What happened to you?
I've only been gone a few days, how could you be like this?" My tears couldn't help but fall. Yang Ling seemed to sense
my arrival and slowly opened her eyes, saying weakly, "Why are you here? You should leave quickly,
it will be troublesome if he sees you here." As she spoke, she couldn't help but cry too. "What happened to you? How could you be
like this?" Yang Ling shook her head weakly, just chasing after me. I kissed away her tears, kissed her once
rosy lips, and tears still streamed down my face. "Xiao Liu, it's almost time, let's go, I'll
tell you slowly on the way." I looked reluctantly at Yang Ling's tear-streaked face and walked out of the room. "You wait for me on the 5th floor first,
I promised her husband I'd wait for him."
On the way back, I asked Liu what had happened, but she wouldn't say. The car drove all the way to her apartment building. Once inside,
she gave me a bottle of beer: "Her husband already knows about you and her. He gave her an ultimatum. If
it weren't for the child, they would have divorced long ago. Didn't Yang Ling tell you?" I shook my head and drank heavily.
Liu brought out a few more bottles of beer and placed them in front of me. "Also, her husband is going to cause you trouble. Yang Ling
couldn't persuade him, so she left him a letter and took sleeping pills." I read the letter; your name was on it. Do you want
to know what it said? I looked at Liu and nodded. "I don't remember everything, only part of it."
It said: "Husband, please don't go to him. I seduced him. If you care about our
years of marriage, please don't go to him. I'm leaving. The child is with you. I'm a bad mother,
a bad wife. I'm sorry. I've also hurt Xiao Liu." That's the main point. Yang Ling took medication primarily
because her husband was going to cause trouble for you and wanted a divorce, and also because she was carrying too much on her shoulders.
By the time Liu finished speaking, I was already in tears. I didn't know Yang Ling had always been protecting me; I even doubted
her feelings for me. I'm such a damn idiot. Liu sat down next to me and comforted me: "Don't think too much. She
's fine now. Her husband wants me to transfer her to the county town to separate her from you. I can tell her husband is still..."
"I love her, I love their family." I couldn't speak, I just kept drinking. For a moment, I felt that
what I had done had truly hurt a family and a woman who was originally very happy. It was all my recklessness
and depravity that ruined Yang Ling.
I only drank three bottles of beer before I went to the bathroom to vomit. When I came back, Liu was already cleaning up. I immediately
hugged her and burst into tears: "Sister Liu, I'm not human, I ruined her." Liu helped me to the bed and made me lie down.
Liu lay next to me, gently massaging my head. I felt her full breasts rubbing against my shoulders.
Slowly, her hands moved to my genitals: "What you need most right now is a good night's sleep. Relaxing will do you
good." I saw her head slowly move down, her mouth reaching my penis. I felt my penis
being enveloped in warmth, and I quickly became aroused. Liu told me to turn off the light. I felt her slowly sitting
on top of me, my penis being enveloped little by little by a familiar warmth. She moved wildly on top of me, her
vaginal fluid flowing down my testicles and into my buttocks. I felt she was particularly needy today, and gradually I was
swept up in her emotions. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, raising her legs to my shoulders, and
began thrusting wildly inside her. In the darkness, I couldn't see her expression, and she couldn't see me. This environment was truly a perfect
space for release. Time slowly passed as we made love passionately.
When we were both exhausted, she gently cleaned me up with paper and kissed me: "Sleep now, you should
sleep well this way."
The next day at work, I heard the news that Yang Ling had been transferred to the county town as deputy manager (taking my place).
Liu smiled at me: "This is good for both you and her, I'm doing this for your own good."
I didn't say anything; I knew she was indeed doing this for Yang Ling and me.
The days passed slowly. Yang Ling called me, but I didn't answer. My relationship with Liu was
like that of an older sister and younger brother; she took good care of me and cared about me a lot. She even planned to introduce me to a girlfriend.
It was after work, and I was watching TV at home. I had originally planned to go to Liu's for dinner, but it was
raining heavily that night, and I didn't really want to go. Around 11 PM, I was getting ready for bed when I suddenly heard
a knock at the door. My heart started racing. Only one person was knocking so late. Should I open the door?
I could hear my own heart pounding as I walked towards the door, because I knew who it was. When I
saw her through the peephole, it only confirmed my feeling. She was completely soaked. Her hair was disheveled
, water everywhere, and her makeup was washed away by the rain. My phone rang at that moment.
Seeing Yang Ling anxiously dialing outside, I knew it was her calling. I believed that
any man with a conscience in this world should open the door immediately. But I didn't know if I should open this
door that might cost her her happiness and her family.
A few minutes later, she left, and a letter slipped through the sash. I held the letter in my hand without reading it.
I knew she missed me dearly, and her purpose in coming was probably just to see me. I can't say I'm some kind of noble person, but I'm truly
afraid she'll get a divorce because I can't give her everything her husband can give her now, which makes me feel very inferior.
The letter was dry, showing she had protected it well. The rain outside was still pouring down. I held the letter
tightly to my chest, pressed it close to my heart. The envelope still smelled of her, a familiar scent. I put the letter down and
rushed downstairs. At the door on the first floor, I saw her—a helpless woman standing there, trembling all over, with
traces of tears still visible on her face. In just over a month, she had clearly lost a lot of weight, and her eyes
were covered in dark circles.
I stood on the stairs watching her. She seemed to sense my arrival, turning around and seeing me behind her. She
ran into the rain like a madwoman. I rushed down and grabbed her in the rain. She struggled violently: "Let me go!
You don't even want to see me, you don't want to open the door for me, just let me go by myself! I don't need your pity!"
Hearing her cries broke my heart. I carried her to the stairs and said, "Listen to me, you
should know whether I want to see you or not. I just don't want to hurt you anymore. I've already hurt you enough. I don't want us to continue
making mistakes. Believe me. I truly love you." After saying that, I carried her step by step to my house.
On the way, Yang Ling just buried her head in my arms and cried incessantly. I put Yang Ling on my bed, took
off all her rain-soaked clothes, and washed her entire body with hot water. While I was doing this, Yang Ling just looked at me
without saying a word. Looking at this woman who was willing to do anything for love, I could only say in my heart, "I'm sorry
, I love you very much, but I can't give you anything. All I can give you is the thrill of infidelity and physical pleasure.
A good woman like you deserves a good man to love and cherish you. I'm not a good man, and I
don't deserve your devotion."
Yang Ling kissed my eyes, licking away my tears with her tongue: "Don't cry, I just came to see you.
I have to take the 7 o'clock bus back tomorrow morning. We don't have much time together, so I want you to love me properly today."
I held Yang Ling in my arms, kissing her breasts, burying my head between them to feel her body temperature and
her heartbeat. I sensed she hadn't had sex in a long time. When I put her on the bed and started undressing her, her face was already
red, her legs were rubbing together, and her nipples were hard from my stimulation. I couldn't think of any reason not to
give her what she wanted, what I also wanted. When I entered her, she was already overflowing with desire. This time, our lovemaking
wasn't as passionate as usual, and she wasn't as engaged. It felt like we were just exchanging feelings and
comforting each other. Because of my mood, I finished quickly, something that usually takes a long time, and she didn't
ask me to give her anything more. "Honey, hold me and sleep well for a while. I've had insomnia for a long time and I've been wanting you to hold
me while I sleep." "You sleep well, I'll hold you. You have to take a long bus ride tomorrow."
She slept peacefully in my arms .
At 7 a.m., her phone alarm woke us; she had to leave. We went to the station together, and only
when she boarded the train did I truly feel the pain of separation. Her head was looking at me through the train window, her hand tightly in mine.
Holding her hand, I wanted to leave with her, but I knew it was impossible. I couldn't keep hurting her like this forever, because I was
n't even sure if I would marry her if she really got a divorce. Yang Ling's tears fell onto my hand: "
Call me when you miss me." The car finally drove away, and my heart felt as heavy as if a huge stone was pressing down on it. I knew
she couldn't forget me anytime soon, and she would come back.
As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sister Liu: "Eat something. I'm downstairs at your place. I'll bring it up to you."
By the time I put away the letter Yang Ling had given me, she had already brought me breakfast. I wondered
what Yang Ling had written.
I ate breakfast in bed and went straight to sleep. "What's wrong with you today? You seem unhappy,"
Liu asked me suspiciously. I replied curtly, "I didn't sleep well last night. I want to get a good night's sleep today.
Can I ask you for a day off?" Liu smiled and lay down next to me. "Let me see what's wrong with my little darling
. You're so hot-tempered today. Is something on your mind? Tell your sister what you're thinking, and I can help you."
As she spoke, her hand naturally grabbed my crotch. I ignored her. I heard the sound of her taking off her clothes and felt a
hot body pressed against my back. Her hand skillfully stroked my penis, and her mouth kissed my back.
I rolled over and said, "If you want to kiss me, kiss me here. I don't like using my hands." Liu probably knew what was on my mind
and was unhappy, so she obediently took my penis into her mouth. She still smelled of the fragrance she had left from her shower last night
. I recognized the scent because Yang Ling also liked that brand of shower gel.
Under Liu's teasing, my penis finally became erect. She still preferred to sit on top of me, saying that way
she could control the rhythm. I covered my head with the blanket, imagining Liu above me as Yang Ling. Liu didn't know
what I was thinking; she liked it when I covered her head, saying it made her feel more relaxed. I felt her
movements on me getting faster and faster, her moans becoming increasingly frantic. Ah. Women. 30 like wolves, 40 like tigers.
50 sitting on the ground sucking the dirt—truly an ancient wisdom passed down for thousands of years.
Liu sat like that for a short while before suddenly collapsing onto me. I knew she was enjoying it, but my penis
was still hard inside her vagina. After a few minutes of rest, she started moving up and down on me again. I pulled
back the blanket and saw her flushed, distorted face above me. I deliberately thrust my hips
upwards in sync with her movements. She didn't expect me to react and cried out in pain. Seeing her pained expression,
I thrust even faster, and with each thrust, Liu's second orgasm quickly followed. I turned her
over. She turned her back to me, adopting my preferred position. My thighs and her buttocks moved in perfect harmony
. By this time, she was too weak to make a sound, simply letting me thrust wildly. Ten minutes later, I
reached orgasm inside her vagina.
On my way to work, Liu told me she wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend that evening, a recent graduate working at a bank.
I understood Liu's intentions; I was merely her sexual partner, unlikely to impact her life.
I ate lunch at Liu's house, where she kept praising the girl,
filling me with fantasies. I also longed to walk hand-in-hand with my own woman. Being a mistress is exhausting.
Around 8 PM, Liu called, and we went to a bar together. The anxious wait prompted Liu
to tease me. I don't know if it was because the girl she described was so wonderful or
because of myself, but I felt happier than I'd been in a long time.
A girl entered the bar. She was about 164cm tall, wore glasses, a light green dress, and had
fair skin. She looked quite pretty. Sister Liu introduced us enthusiastically: "Xiao Liu, this is Xiao Yu, the one I told you about
. Xiao Yu, this is Xiao Liu." As a man, I boldly stared at her. She glanced at me cautiously a few
times, and as soon as she saw me staring at her, she immediately lowered her head, seemingly blushing a little. But I could tell she had
a good first impression of me.
I took the initiative to talk to her, letting her gradually relax, and also giving her a chance to look at me properly. After chatting for
a while, I made an excuse to leave. I knew that at this point, Sister Liu would definitely ask her what her impression of me was, so
I could find out how to treat her. As expected, when I came back, Xiao Yu had already
gone to the restroom. Sister Liu smiled and said to me, "You, you're making her feel embarrassed, you're too bold."
I hurriedly asked her what she thought of me: "It's up to you. I'll leave when she comes back. You
should know what I think." Of course, I knew what Sister Liu meant. As soon as Xiao Yu arrived, Sister Liu left.
Xiaoyu and I chatted about everything from school to work, the conversation proceeding in a pleasant atmosphere. I received
a message from Sister Liu: "She has a good impression of you, make the most of it." Time flew by, and it was past 11 PM. I walked her
home; surprisingly, her house was in the same complex as Yang Ling's. On the way, I wanted to hold her hand but didn't dare; I don't understand
why I was being so timid tonight. When we were almost at her house, I asked her, "If I had held your hand just now, would you have
refused?" She smiled but didn't answer, only telling me to call her tomorrow. After saying that, I watched her run upstairs.

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