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This was my first affair with a married woman, so the memory is particularly vivid.
This woman is the wealthiest woman I've ever had. She wasn't very old, about 32 at the time, while I had just started working and was a complete loser.
I remember adding her on social media and seeing her post many travel photos. She was very stylish, dressed in all sorts of quirky ways, and had traveled to many places with her son.
I had never been to any of these places, so I was very envious. I asked her about each place. Although I hadn't been there, I knew far more about the local culture, geography, and customs than she did. Usually, she would tell me about a place first, and I would tell her a lot about the local customs, legends, and historical anecdotes. This gave me the upper hand, which deeply attracted her.
Later, she said she commented on her photos every day but hadn't seen mine, which was unfair, and asked me to send her some photos. She said they looked like her first love. Later, she sent me many of her private photos, from when she was a little girl to when she grew up, and told me her story with her first love, which was quite sad.
She had a very outgoing personality and could talk about anything every day.
Before long, I knew her daily routine. She used her family's money to build a six-story self-built house in a first-tier city in its early days (now, if it were demolished, it would be worth hundreds of millions). At that time, it was only used for rent, and the rent wasn't high. She also owned four supermarkets in City X, husband-and-wife shops. She was responsible for all the purchasing every day, especially busy in the mornings, and would relax in the afternoons, drinking tea, taking baths, getting spas, etc. Her husband managed the business. She also told me she had recently bought a villa, etc. She was undoubtedly a wealthy woman.
I felt very uncomfortable. She wasn't showing off, but I, with my inferiority complex, kept my distance from her.
Later, she asked if I would like to come to her city to meet her. I said, "You have a car and property here, why don't you come?" She said she couldn't travel by car (at that time, there were only buses to her city, no trains) because she got carsick. She didn't dare drive on the highway, only within the city.
After two months of this delay, I finally went to her city.
I remember arriving at noon. I called her, and she was talking to a group of people. She was very happy to receive the call, saying she had finally arrived! Then she whispered to me to wait for her at the XX Hotel, saying she'd arrive in about an hour. She was efficient and decisive, without any hint of embarrassment or sneakiness.
I'd been feeling guilty before, but now I was quite curious about this wealthy woman.
An hour passed quickly. After I'd booked the room and boiled the water, she arrived.
When I went to meet her in the hallway, she was wearing a light blue dress and a small hat, exuding charm and without a trace of shyness. She opened her arms wide and smiled as she rushed towards me…
Once in the room, I hugged her and spun her around. I think I was quite embarrassed at that moment; it was my first time with someone else's wife, and so openly. My heart couldn't quite take it.
After entering the room, she first gave me the room deposit, saying she'd invited me and shouldn't let me spend money. It was a four-star hotel, not cheap, and of course I couldn't be so rude.
She sat on my lap, hooked her arms around my neck, and said, "How do I look? Pretty, right? I even went to touch up my makeup for you."
No wonder she smelled so strongly of perfume, and her eyebrows were neatly drawn. Looking closely, she was still quite young, clearly taking good care of her skin. She swayed her long skirt against my legs, slowly feeling my hardness, and said, "You're not being honest."
I replied, "You're so alluring, I want to devour you."
She smiled sweetly, and we stopped pretending to be innocent, soon becoming naked together.
I remember when we showered, she looked at my erection, very happy, and then kissed my penis. No foreplay, just straight to the point.
We did it three times that afternoon. The first time was quick, I was embarrassed, I didn't expect it to be so fast. She didn't seem to mind, curling up in my arms, telling me stories about her clients trying to get into their supermarket. My thighs were between her legs, gently rubbing her vulva, playing with her small, probably B+.
The second time was better, but not hard enough, this time I barely managed to give in. The third time, I actually went soft halfway through. How embarrassing, trying to do it a third time was really unnecessary.
She was probably a little disappointed, then drove her BMW and took me sightseeing in her city. I remember crossing a large bridge to visit their newly built stadium, which was huge and had just been completed. Then we went to a farmhouse restaurant and ate her hometown dishes. Finally, she took me to the bus station for the last bus home.
Later, she asked me if I was too nervous.
On the bus, I was also reflecting on why I was usually so great, but performed so poorly this time. I even went soft halfway through, which is unimaginable at my age, in my early twenties. The main reason was my persistent inferiority complex. At that time, I hadn't seen much of the world, and suddenly meeting a wealthy woman was quite a shock. Secondly, it was my first time dating a married woman. In a strange city and with a strange woman, the double stimulation made me uneasy, and the added stimulation and inferiority complex greatly weakened my self-control.

In comparison, she was very experienced and confident. I received many phone calls during the session, but she only answered two. One was from her subordinate; we were on our second time, in a doggy style position. She gestured for me to stay still, and she slowly moved in and out, concisely outlining the tasks. She had the demeanor of a strong woman, watching the entrance gently enveloping my penis—that was quite stimulating.
The second was her husband. We were snuggled together, and she mumbled something in her hometown dialect that I couldn't understand. She remained completely calm and composed throughout.
At the time, I was quite naive and shocked; her capacity for acceptance far exceeded my comprehension.
Later, I wondered if she was a master of casual sex, but it didn't seem so. Given her age and appearance, she was very assertive with men. Moreover, she gave me many photos from her youth and pictures with her family; such generosity wouldn't be possible without genuine affection. It can only be said that managing four supermarkets, she was adept at interpersonal relationships and had extremely high emotional intelligence, allowing her to handle various situations with ease.
Therefore, improving oneself and overcoming one's own limitations are essential for success in attracting women.

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