A chance encounter with a beautiful wife

Since the power and water were out at home, my pretty wife and I went to a reputable place nearby for a one-stop shop for food and lodging. We arrived late, around 10 PM, and went straight for a late-night snack. My wife ate very little, and after finishing, she said we should find a place to eat, then gave me a mysterious smile. I remembered the last time we were here, on the sofa bed in the movie theater, I wanted to make love to my wife secretly, but she was too shy. Our seats weren't very far to the side, which was definitely unsafe. The dim theater lighting and loud movie volume did mask some inappropriate sounds and images. Could it be that my wife was bolder this time and had some ideas? I was a little excited. A while later, my phone beeped with a text message from my wife saying she was in the last row of the theater, at the very back, and I should hurry up. I was so excited! I quickly ate a little more and went upstairs.

I found a bunk bed in the last row of the movie theater. It was indeed a good spot – the highest and innermost one, next to an empty sofa bed. Looks like today is a good day indeed. I slipped under the covers, my wife lying against the wall. I hugged her from behind, and my hand landed on her breasts. Perhaps she was excited? Her breasts seemed quite large today. As I touched her, my hand moved down to her genitals. She wasn't wearing a bra in her sauna suit, making it easy to get started. I teased the entrance with my fingers, feeling her wetness. I slowly pulled her pants down to her knees, then, with her pants half-off, I pulled out my pre-loaded weapon, carefully aiming and slowly entering. But then my wife turned around, and our eyes met. She asked, "Who are you?" I realized it wasn't my wife at all. Of course, her voice was masked by the movie sound, and no one else noticed.

I was completely bewildered. I'd accidentally done the wrong person. At that moment, I said, "I thought it was my wife, do you believe me?"

She said, "I believe you, I won't pursue this anymore, just leave quickly." This woman, who did something wrong, isn't going to pursue it? Does she have a bad sex life? Thinking about this, I continued my repeated thrusts. After a few strokes, the girl seemed to enjoy it, but she was still anxious and told me to hurry up and leave because her husband was coming home. I realized this wasn't a joke; if she caught us in bed together, things would get complicated. I thrust a few more times, quickly pulled up my pants, and moved to the next bed. Sure enough, less than a minute later, her husband came back with food, and then the two of them ate on the sofa bed. Suddenly, I remembered... I was so busy with the girl that I forgot about my wife. I need to go find her. I remember there's a movie theater upstairs; maybe I went to the wrong one. I tidied myself up and headed for the door. Suddenly, I felt the girl following me, and my heart started pounding again. I turned back to look at her; she was indeed quite pretty, more alluring than my wife. Her large, watery eyes stirred something within me. I was looking at her, and she was looking at me. I'm confident in my looks; after all, I was a campus heartthrob back in college. Sure enough, there wasn't much hatred in her eyes.

I thought I should explain. I showed her my text messages, saying I might have gone to the wrong theater. She read the message and playfully scolded me, saying that just because I went to the wrong theater doesn't mean I can force myself on people. I said, "You didn't resist, so I didn't know I went to the wrong place." She frowned and angrily went to the bathroom. I lit a cigarette and stood outside smoking. Just then, my wife's phone rang. I answered, saying I was smoking outside. She scolded me for not hurrying up because someone else had taken my spot. I said, "It's okay, just find another place," and hung up. Just then, the girl came out, and I mustered up my courage to stop her, saying, "I'm sorry, you're not still mad at me, are you?" She didn't say anything, but seeing her shy expression, I suddenly mustered my courage and kissed her. She didn't push me away, nor did she respond. After a few kisses, she pushed me away, saying she'd been out for a long time and had to go back, and then went back into the theater. Then I received a call from my wife saying she'd found our seats, in the back row of the theater downstairs—the very theater I'd just left! I pushed open the door and went to the back row. Coincidentally, the seat my wife had found was the empty seat next to the girl. When I got there, the girl lowered her head when she saw me coming. At that moment, my wife also saw me and pulled me to lie down on the sofa bed.

Looking at my delicate wife, I was a little aroused by the strange experience I'd just had. Using the same method, I actually touched her this time. The process was the same—I got her wet and got on top of her. Of course, I cleverly avoided letting her hands touch my penis, since it still had the neighbor's fluids on it. If she touched it and found something amiss, it would be troublesome. It felt so strange. I was lying next to my wife, quietly having sex with her. There was a girl on the next bed watching, halfway through her own act. I couldn't move too much, but she could still sense what we were doing through the blanket. She hugged her husband tightly, and it seemed like they were exploring each other for a while... She started doing the same thing as me. By this time, I had been doing it for more than ten minutes. Seeing them start made me extremely excited, and my penis grew even larger. My wife was panting heavily. Then the one next to me finished, which was only three to five minutes at most. After she finished, her husband went out, and she sat up and played on her phone in my direction. I felt like she was looking at me, so I made a bold decision. I changed from side entry to pressing down on my wife and making a few more big movements than before. I was a bit more excited today, and we did it for another ten minutes or so. While we were doing it, I would occasionally turn my head to look at the girl. She didn't avoid me, and we looked at each other through the air. It seemed like there were sparks of love swirling in the air.

After a month and a half of intense activity, I was finally done. My wife lay there with a satisfied smile, her legs tightly pressed together. We've been trying to conceive recently, and she didn't want to waste the "ammunition" I'd saved up for a month. Just then, the girl next to us had her husband come home. He lay on the bed watching a movie. After about half an hour, the girl left. As she passed by me, she paused for a moment, seemingly unintentionally, before continuing on her way. I noticed her husband seemed to be asleep, and my wife had also drifted off to sleep. I quietly slipped out and, sure enough, saw the girl outside the door. I walked over and looked at her, unsure what to say. I tentatively asked her, "Shall we find a place to go?" The girl told me she was sleepy and went back to the movie theater. I smoked a cigarette and went in. The movie was over, and without the screen's light, the room was even darker, with only a few small nightlights providing a faint glow. I went to my wife's room and saw she was still sleeping. I glanced at the girl's room; she wasn't there, only her husband was sleeping. I clearly saw her come in; where did she go? I didn't go to the sofa bed but started looking for her in the theater. It was very dark in the theater, making it hard to find her, with only a few faint cell phone lights in various places.

I tried searching and finally found the girl in the first row, near the screen. I sat down next to her, and she whispered, "What are you doing here?" I said I missed her and then kissed her. It was a passionate French kiss; she wasn't on guard, and our tongues intertwined freely. After a while, she pushed me away and asked, "What are you doing?" I whispered in her ear, "I want to." She said no. I was a little confused. I couldn't force myself on her again, but even though everyone was asleep in the first row, it wasn't safe. I still didn't give up and hugged her, starting to tease and touch her. She struggled... I poked her a couple of times, but there wasn't much movement. I knew I had a chance. I used the same moves as before, and finally, I touched her until she was completely aroused. As I was aiming my weapon at the spot, she said, "Can we go somewhere else?" I said, "Sure," and we went out. We ended up on a big foam mat in the children's play area, and I pushed her down again. There was no one there, but the downside was that it was almost completely dark. After we were deeply intimate, she hit my chest with her little hand and said, "You didn't even wash up before coming here." Yeah, I still smelled like my wife. But didn't I smell like my wife just now?

We didn't dare take our clothes off completely. With no one bothering me, I vigorously continued for over half an hour. This time, the quality was much better than the last time; it was almost entirely high-speed movement. Afterwards, we were both covered in sweat. She slumped in my arms, muttering, "You're bad." I asked her if she liked it, and in response, she twisted her little hand against my chest. After resting for a while, we got up, and she had some fluid coming out. She playfully complained, "Why didn't you wear a condom?" I said, "No, you and your husband wore one." She nodded. Remembering how excited I was, I was still a little annoyed if I had gotten her husband's fluid on me. I asked her why she didn't use it if she did. She told me she only wore one. I said, "I'm sorry, I was too excited and couldn't control myself. I won't do it again." She playfully punched me, saying, "You want a next time? Dream on!" Then she covered her genitals with her hand and went to a nearby restroom to take care of herself. I waited outside for her to finish and accompanied her back. I asked her if I could ask her out again, but she said no, she wasn't someone anyone could just do as they pleased, and today was just an accident. She rejected me very coldly and didn't give me any contact information. After we got back, everyone went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the girl next door and her husband were gone. I guessed they had left. I felt a little disappointed and reluctant to let them go. My wife looked at me and said, "Why aren't you awake yet?" Then she went downstairs to wash up. After I got up, I lay down in the spot where the girl had been lying, feeling her faint fragrance still lingering on the bed. I closed my eyes and lay quietly. At this moment, I felt someone lying next to me. I was startled and thought my wife had come back. I opened my eyes and saw the girl. It turned out she hadn't left at all; she had just moved to a different place. She only appeared because she saw how much I missed her. She said to me, "Thank you for giving me a different life experience. This is a beautiful memory for me. If fate brings us together again, and we still remember each other, we might have another story." Such profound words.

I came back a few more times after that but never saw her again. What a lovely girl I miss! My wife got pregnant, and taking care of her meant I didn't have time to look for her anymore. When my wife was in the hospital giving birth, I went to the front desk to ask about something and suddenly spotted her there. She was chatting with a colleague and didn't notice me. I remembered her eyes, and even though she was wearing a mask, I figured I couldn't mistake her. Then she noticed me too, and was clearly startled. She said a few words to her colleague, then came out and headed straight for the elevator. I quietly followed her and said, "Long time no see!" She said, "You've mistaken me for someone else," and went into the elevator. Seeing how crowded it was, I didn't follow her in, thinking that since she worked at this hospital, she couldn't have run away. My wife had a natural birth and didn't stay in the hospital for long, so I searched the building whenever I had free time. Sure enough, on the morning she was discharged, I found her. She had just finished her night shift, changed her clothes, and was about to go home. This time, she didn't avoid me and talked to me. She took off her mask, and it was indeed the girl I knew! She said, "You finally found me!" I said, "Persistence pays off! Give me a kiss!" She said, "Stop it, this is my workplace."

We went to the stairwell behind the fire door, a place not often crowded. I hugged her and said I missed her so much and had been looking for her for so long before finally finding her. She said it was because she was clumsy, not my fault. I hugged her and kissed her. After a long while, we separated. I asked her when it would be convenient to meet up. She said now was fine, as I had just gotten off work. How could I meet up with my wife after she was discharged from the hospital? I shook my head. She asked me when I would be free. I thought about taking care of my wife who had just given birth and said I was busy with work lately, so I said maybe in a month. I was really afraid she would get angry. She nodded and said it was alright, not too much of a jerk. "Take good care of your wife, I know." Damn, she had assessed my feelings and set a trap for me. If I agreed to go out with her these next few days, I would probably be labeled a jerk again and be in trouble. I said my wife was conceived after the day I met her, and you even played a part in it. My child was born with your scent on him. She understood what I meant, smiled, and left.

We met again a little over a month later. I added her on Weibo, and we exchanged a secret code: she could only contact me, and I couldn't contact her first. When she was free, she would post articles with the agreed-upon emojis, and I would reply with specific emojis to indicate yes or no. We always went to a guesthouse near the hospital. I would check her Weibo whenever I had free time. She didn't need much, only once or twice a month, but each time we would be intimate for several hours and leave satisfied. This girl was completely uninhibited with me. I would be drained by her two or three times before leaving. Luckily, she didn't need it every day, otherwise I really couldn't handle it. Of course, she had excellent techniques and would treat me whenever she had free time. It was indeed very comfortable to be with her. She always contacted me during her safe period, and I never used condoms with her. Perhaps it was a professional habit, but she would always carefully check my penis beforehand and taste it with her mouth before continuing. She told me that I was the only person she had been with besides her husband. I gave her a different feeling than with her husband. With her husband, it was about love and family, but with me, it was a release, a release of life's pressures. She was very grateful to me.

[The End]

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