The lust of mature women in the office

From childhood to adulthood, the only woman I've ever known is my wife, with whom I intend to spend my life. I've never considered having an affair, nor dared to, mainly because my wife is overly sensitive about such matters. She probably believes that such affairs only exist in novels or other media. But unexpectedly, this kind of thing actually happened to me.
It was a summer a few years ago. I had just started working at a new company as the deputy director of the marketing management department. With a friend's help, I quickly got the hang of things, and everything was proceeding smoothly. It was inevitable that I would joke and play around with some younger female colleagues, and that was all; I never had any inappropriate thoughts.
Two months later, a new girl joined the department (at first I thought she was a mistress, but later I learned she was newly married; her husband worked abroad for many years, and after their honeymoon they went to a coastal country). To be honest, she wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a good figure, was of medium height, and had fairly large eyes. The department head arranged for her to sit opposite me.
Several months passed in a flash. Although we worked face-to-face, our conversations mostly consisted of a few office phrases, and we'd occasionally have lunch together for work reasons—nothing more. But as a junior manager in the department, it was inevitable that I would take care of a female colleague and subordinate.
However, due to the general tendency for men to be lustful, I would occasionally flirt with her verbally, which she seemed to enjoy. She would give me a flirty wink or a curt "You're so annoying!" The most seductive line was, "Do you dare?"
I dared not. First, I had no experience in this area. From the day I married my wife, I resolved to be a good man, so I never thought about such things. Second, I didn't have the guts. Even secretly downloading adult movies on the office computer made me nervous, and sometimes I'd forget to hide files after work and spend the whole night in fear.
One day, the company suddenly received a potential order, requiring some preliminary preparations, making overtime unavoidable. Due to limited manpower, this preparation work had to be handled by just the two of us.
For the sake of the job, and for this substantial salary, we'd been pulling all-nighters for three days straight. We were both nearing our exhaustion limits. "
It's almost over. At this rate, it should be finished in another night," she said. "
Two more hours until dawn. Anyway, we're finally almost done." I checked my watch, stretched, and yawned.
"Yeah, it's been a while since I've been this busy, but it's better to be busy than not," she replied. She poured herself a cup of coffee and refilled mine. "
Thanks! Cheers!
Cheers!" "
Oh, right, I suddenly remembered we still have three bottles of beer from last week's department buffet. How about we celebrate? Consider it a reward for our successful collaboration these past two days." Because I was in a good mood, and also because we'd spent so much time together, I felt a little awkward talking to her. "Sure! I'll go get it!" Perhaps because she was so happy, she seemed quite excited too.
The office air conditioning has been intermittent since it was refilled with Freon last week. Even though it's late at night, it's still a bit hot, and I don't dare open the window—the mosquitoes outside are really fierce.
A little while later, she brought back the beer. "I can't find the 'all-purpose opener.' How do I open it?
Ugh, this little thing shouldn't stump a strong man like me! I'll do it!" As usual, I bit open two bottles with my teeth and handed her one.
To be honest, I'm not really considered strong. I'm tall enough, but because my wife has been taking good care of me since we got married, my belly is unusually large. So, after I said that, she laughed. "
Come on, it seems like besides my belly, I don't see anything else that makes me look strong!"
"Hey, you don't know, do you? A man's strength isn't just about his belly. You'll never understand my strength."
Even I don't know how I could have followed that line. After a moment of silence, I realized I'd gone a bit too far.
I looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I… I don't know how to explain."
She was equally speechless. She just glanced at me, then sat back down at her desk, took a sip of beer, and stared blankly at the screen.
After taking another sip of beer, to break the awkward silence, I started making small talk. "
I heard your husband works in international trade. How's it going? Is it easy?"
"What's easy or difficult about it? It's just hard work for a pittance." Perhaps her mood had eased a bit, she returned to her usual self. "
Don't say that. If he wasn't capable, the company wouldn't have let him go out."
"That's true. In the first half of the year, his region had the biggest sales in the whole company." A hint of pride lingered in her voice. "
Not bad. Looks like your husband will get a pretty good year-end bonus this year." "
Pretty much. Last year he got over 200,000, and this year it looks like it'll be even more."
"I really envy him. Unlike me, I work myself to death and only get that meager salary." "
You envy him? I wish he'd quit next year. He only comes home three times a year, except for Chinese New Year, and each time he only stays for less than ten days before going back again." What's the use of having a lot of money! Enough is enough.
It's true what they say, a well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man. I also want enough to spend, but my sister-in-law always complains that I spend more money than I earn.
Haha, really, if I ever see her, I'll tell her not to take her blessings for granted. Having a husband by her side every day is better than anything!
Okay, this task is yours. If you don't complete it, I'm not finished with you!
Okay, no problem, as long as my sister-in-law doesn't suspect anything! Hahaha!
Another burst of clattering keyboard sounds, followed by silence.
It was so hot in the room that I stood up and used the folder to cool myself down. I secretly glanced at her; she was doing the same, wiping her sweat with a handkerchief while also using it as a fan. I really wanted to take off my shirt, but I felt embarrassed. Oh well, I'll just have to bear it. It's just unbuttoning one more button; it'll make me feel a little cooler.
Perhaps she couldn't take it anymore, so she took off her uniform worth over 1000 yuan, leaving her working in only a white, sleeveless, lace-trimmed women's blouse. "
Your husband's been gone for about six months, hasn't he? How often does he call
?" "Soon. He calls every day, but he always says we can't talk for too long because it's expensive." "When I miss him, I message him on QQ, but I can't always see him."
"Haha, be careful, that place can corrupt even good people." "
You're a jinx! He's not like that. Don't assume everyone is like you."
"Oh God, I'm more wronged than Dou E's grandmother!" "How do you know I'm that kind of person…"
Before she could finish, with a "pfft" followed by a "clatter," she spat a mouthful of beer onto the monitor. Most of the remaining beer in the bottle, after the bottle slammed onto the table, spilled unscathed onto the chest of her white, sleeveless, lace-trimmed women's blouse.
I know I'm pretty funny, but you don't have to admit it like that. Anyway, I quickly ran over, grabbed some tissues, and wiped the wine stains off her desk. If that little bit got into the computer, it would be a real problem—three whole nights of hard work gone to waste!
She covered her mouth, coughed violently, and then gasped, "How could you do this? I'm in this state, and you still have the nerve to make fun of me."
I turned around as I spoke, "Even in this state, you have to get the file back. Once…"
I could hardly believe my eyes. The wine spilled on her chest had a see-through effect on her white clothes. If it weren't for the bra underneath, I probably could have seen her entire breast. Even so, I could see her little belly button. And what surprised me even more was that through her white, sleeveless, lace-trimmed blouse, I could clearly see a tattoo the size of a thumbprint on her right breast.
Perhaps sensing that I had stopped speaking abruptly, she noticed me looking at her and discovering a secret she shouldn't have let me see. She quickly covered her upper body with her uniform, stood up, and ran towards the company's women's changing room. I snapped out of my daze, turned around, and saw people idly wiping tables, chairs, and machines.
After a long while, she slowly came out. Seeing me, she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something. Looking at her again, I understood. Her shirt was unwearable. She knew that because I played ping-pong with my colleagues every noon, I had a spare t-shirt to keep my appearance neat. But that t-shirt was the one I changed out of after playing ping-pong at noon—it reeked of sweat, a smell I couldn't even stand, let alone her. "I've got it!"
I stood up and said, "Wait a moment." I took the t-shirt from my locker, went to the men's changing room, took off my shirt (which had a relatively mild smell), put on the t-shirt, and then went back to the office to hand her the shirt I had taken off. "If you can stand my sweat smell, you can change out first."
Without a word, she took the shirt and left. When she returned, she was carrying her wine-stained shirt and wearing her Saint Laurent dress, which still retained my warmth and scent. Back at her desk, she folded the clothes she'd changed out of into a tiny fold until they could fit into her already small handbag. Then, without even glancing at me, she turned and continued working. When it
was fully light, I stretched, shut down my computer, and said to her, "Wash your face, take a break, put on some makeup. Our colleagues will be up soon." "
Okay. Almost done." She acted as if nothing was wrong, which suited my expectations perfectly. Modern people should be like that, especially since we weren't really anything special!
After she shut down her computer, I surveyed my office again. Just as we were about to leave, I suddenly noticed a large stain on the back of her uniform skirt from beer.
I stopped her, "Wait a bit before you go."
She asked, a little surprised.
"Go check the back of the room yourself!" I tried to keep my tone calm.
She went inside, and I returned to my office.
Just a heads-up: because of frequent overtime work, our company has booked two standard rooms on the 28th floor of a three-star hotel on the street, facing each other, to ensure employees get enough rest. Employees who can't go home after working overtime can rest there temporarily.
These past few days, she and I have stopped working after dawn, gone back to the hotel for breakfast, slept until 9 am, and then went back to work. To focus on work, I spoke with my wife beforehand, and she agreed to let me stay home temporarily. Actually, I thought, if I really went home late at night and left her alone at the company, I, as the deputy manager, couldn't bear the responsibility if something happened. Frankly, it's just laziness—too lazy to go home and make breakfast, too lazy to make the bed, and also, I don't want to sulk with my wife every day.
A while later, she came out, blushed when she saw me, and I wondered what to do. How was she going to get back to the hotel? Looking at the computer, I suddenly remembered an idea. I picked up my laptop bag, walked over to her, slung it over her shoulder, and without even glancing at her, casually said, "Time to go back to sleep, I have to go to work soon."
Reaching the hotel entrance, I glanced back at her. She was clever; she understood what I meant. My laptop bag was large, and her bottom wasn't big, so she casually draped it over her backside, and nobody noticed.
The elevator arrived, empty except for the two of us. She kept her head down, silent. I pretended to be nonchalant, tilting my head back and humming a tune—heaven knows what I was humming, just trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere. We got out of the elevator and headed
to our room, speechless. We each opened our own doors, and just as the doors were closing, I distinctly heard two words: "Thank you." I
went inside, thinking of taking a shower first, when the phone on the bedside table rang.
"Sir, would you like morning service?
Sorry, no." I hung up. It was the same every day; I didn't want to be disturbed anymore, so I simply disconnected.
I was taking off my clothes, pants, and underwear, adjusting the water temperature in the bathroom, when the doorbell rang again. I quickly put them back on; I didn't care about clothes anymore—what's wrong with being shirtless? I opened the door, and there she was. She didn't say
anything
, just looked left and right down the hallway.
I realized what was happening and came in.
She entered the room, glanced at me, her face flushed, wanting to speak but remaining silent.
"Say something, miss!" I panicked. "
I...I...how am I supposed to get out of here!" Her voice was barely audible. "
Oh, you should have said so earlier! You've been driving me crazy!" I thought. "Let me think...how about this, you wear these pants for now. Go down to the mall and buy a new outfit, whatever's expensive or doesn't fit, just wear it first." That's option one. "
And...what about option two?
Option two is, after I shower, I'll go down to the mall and buy you an outfit." But the condition is...I paused slightly, then pointed to her chest, waist, and hips. "You have to tell me your size first." I said it somewhat deliberately.
"Screw you!" I said, then turned and walked away without looking back. "
Hey, I was just kidding, don't be angry. Besides, what's the big deal? No way, don't go to work today, you don't care about a few bucks anyway!" I called after her, not caring whether she could hear me or not.
I closed the door and locked it. Now no one could bother me. I could finally get some rest.
...
The phone rang. The phone rang. The phone rang... My phone kept ringing.
I picked it up groggily and saw it was her number. "
What is it, Miss
Manager? I need to take half a day off." Before I could reply, she hung up.
The next time I saw her was after lunch. She was wearing a light blue uniform, which made her look uniquely pretty.
"Rework this document this afternoon," I commanded in a loud voice. When she came to pick it up, I whispered in a voice only the two of us could hear, "After you're done, please redo it
." She blinked and went back to her desk as if nothing had happened.
The air conditioning in the room was still intermittent, and I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable in my sweat-smelling t-shirt.
She probably sensed it too, looked up, gave me an apologetic look, and then casually handed me a note: "I'll return the clothes to you after I wash them. Thank you again." On a
whim, I wrote "Would you repay me with your body?" below the note and handed it back. She quickly scribbled a few words on it and passed it back. I looked again: "Do you dare?" I made a startled face, and she laughed, a smug look on her face. I laughed too, a helpless look on my face. "It's time
to go home, Manager. Looks like you'll be working another all-nighter tonight," my colleague teased me as she left.
"Yes, if you're envious, I'll definitely talk to the boss and let you do this kind of job next time," I replied.
"Okay, no, I wouldn't dare. I'm afraid my wife will get mad at me! Also, I'll have to ask your sister-in-law sometime. Why hasn't she had time lately? She's even stopped washing our manager's clothes. Your old t-shirt has been stinking all day.
Go ahead, there's no trough you can't reach." I chuckled and teased, glancing at her. She seemed unfazed, her eyes glued to the monitor, but her face was slightly flushed.
…
It's almost midnight again, and the air conditioning in this room looks completely broken. I secretly looked up at her; sweat was streaming down her face, and she kept wiping it with a handkerchief. "
How about this, I'll go back to the hotel to take a shower first, then come back. You can go after you shower, but don't come back, okay? It looks like the rest of the work will be finished in a little over an hour."
She looked up at me and whispered, "Okay.
Also, you can access the data on my computer anytime. I won't go into the specific location." "You do it yourself, I'll be back in a bit." Seeing her puzzled look, I couldn't help but ask again, "Is there anything else?
You...you come back soon, I...I...I'm scared."
"Hey! No problem. Besides, you lock the office door, who can come in except me?" "Okay, I'm leaving now." Taking a shower on this hot day is so refreshing. Lying naked on the bed, enjoying the cool air conditioning, I felt incredibly comfortable.
Oh no, I have some adult movies I downloaded from the internet a few days ago on my hard drive. Could she possibly see them?
I'm not exactly a saint, but I know that without any evidence, it's best not to leave a very bad impression on a female colleague, especially one in the same office!
I need to hurry back and get her back; I can't let anything else happen.
Reaching the office door, I tiptoed, a childlike playfulness welling up inside me. What was she doing? She quietly slipped into the cubicle between us, and a peek left me speechless: my female colleague had taken off her uniform jacket, wearing only a white bra and light yellow thong. Perhaps she'd become bolder since no one was around after I left and she wanted to cool off. That was one thing, but what was truly unbearable was that she was now in front of my computer, wearing headphones (no wonder I didn't hear her when she opened the door), her right hand on the mouse, watching adult films on my hard drive. Although it was only her back, I was certain her left hand was touching her breast.
Suddenly, I—a man's impulse, the impulse of a normal man—was uncontrollable. At that moment, I was no longer the gentleman who cared for his subordinate and remained unmoved by temptation.
I quickly walked up behind her. She seemed to see my image on the screen and was about to turn around when I suddenly hugged her from behind. I slipped my hands under her breasts, pushed aside her bra, and squeezed each breast firmly, kneading them. I kissed her shoulders, neck, and ears.
She tried to pull away, twisting her body, trying to escape my embrace. "No! Don't! Don't do this! Don't do this!"
But I was, after all, a man, a man who was stronger than her under normal circumstances, let alone in this abnormal situation.
I increased the pressure of my kneading her breasts, and I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, but she moaned. I continued to knead her right breast with my left hand, while my right hand moved down, stroking her lower abdomen. I must say, a woman who hasn't had children has a flat stomach, much better than my husband's. She seemed less resistant than before, her body less strained. Her head tilted back, resting on my left shoulder, her hands no longer pushing away, merely resting symbolically on mine, moving with my touch.
I kissed her ear, gently licking her earlobe and auricle with my tongue. My left hand constantly changed its touch, caressing her breasts, sometimes holding them firmly in my hand, sometimes circling one nipple with my index finger to stimulate her. Sometimes I pinched each nipple together with my thumb and forefinger. My right hand moved across her lower abdomen, slowly moving downwards, reaching inside her panties, gently rubbing her pubic hair, then gently probing her vulva.
"Ah…ah…don't touch there, don't touch there!" she moaned, refusing.
To avoid rushing things, I changed my approach. I continued kissing her neck, my left hand stimulating her breasts, while my right hand gently caressed her thighs, moving from the outside in, from the bottom up, gradually approaching her genitals. Through her panties, I could feel the heat radiating from her genitals due to excitement.
I pressed my large hand against her genitals. Ah! Her body suddenly stiffened, trembled, and then relaxed. My right hand clearly felt a dampness, a sticky dampness.
I turned her around, making her face me. "Let me kiss you, okay?"
She didn't speak, just lowered her head and nodded slightly. Then, out of shyness, she hugged me tightly, burying her face behind my head.
I forcibly turned her face back, then lifted her arms. She cooperated perfectly, taking off her bra.
Such delicate breasts, definitely not as large as they appear when she wears a bra. My hands aren't big to begin with, but I was able to hold one of her entire breasts in one hand. Compared to her small breasts, her nipples were unusually large, and her areolas were very small. Based on my knowledge of adult films and A4U photos, these breasts probably hadn't been touched frequently, but I can say with certainty that they were definitely her erogenous zones.
What caught my attention even more was that, upon closer inspection, there was indeed a tattoo on the upper part of her right nipple—the word "love," about the size of my thumb. I really don't know how she could have endured the pain of getting it tattooed.
I couldn't resist licking the tattoo with my tongue. My guess was right; her body trembled slightly again. I licked it again, and she trembled again. I was overjoyed. I licked her nipple, and she couldn't control herself. She leaned over me. I lifted my head and gently kissed her earlobe, while lightly scratching one of her nipples with two fingers. I gently kissed her lips, and she gently dodged, seemingly unwilling to let me kiss her mouth. Fine, no kissing, there were plenty of other places waiting for me to touch.
I suddenly picked her up, and her right arm hooked around my neck. Her shy eyes made me even more unable to control myself. I laid her flat on the long sofa in the office, and I knelt beside her. Gently, I kissed her two small breasts, my left hand occasionally scratching her nipple, while my right hand roamed between her legs, never touching that mysterious area between her legs.
She finally lost control, letting out increasingly loud moans. My mouth gradually moved towards her lower body, my left hand still playing with her two small, tender breasts. Just as I kissed her navel, her body trembled violently again, and she climaxed once more. "
Does it feel good?" I asked her softly.
"Mmm," she answered shyly. "
Can I kiss you again,
okay?" she said shyly, turning her face to the other side.
My right hand kneaded her small breasts again, while my left hand gently roamed her neck, forcefully teasing her earlobe with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy it, letting out soft moans. My tongue moved downwards little by little, biting her two small nipples with my teeth, while simultaneously placing them in my mouth and tapping them repeatedly with my tongue. Her moans grew louder and louder.
I looked up and stole a glance at her. She had her eyes closed, enjoying my ministrations. Sensing my pause, she opened her eyes, saw me watching, and shyly covered them with her hands. I ignored her and continued licking her lower abdomen. Her moans seemed almost uncontrollable.
I helped her sit up, vigorously kneading her nipples with both hands, while my mouth moved downwards, tapping her vulva with my tongue through her panties.
Ah…ah…
her moans grew louder and louder, startling me so much that I stopped abruptly, looked around, and realized our office was on the sixteenth floor. Our unit was the only one still alive on the entire floor; even if we screamed our heads off, no one would hear us. "
Grandma, be gentle, it's not that bad!" I said to her with a hint of mockery. "
You…you…you're too much, I can't take it anymore," she said, slightly out of breath. "
Damn, really? Your husband has never done this with you." "
He never does this. He always comes straight to the point, he's never played like this before."
"Ha, do you still want it?" She
didn't speak, but shyly pressed my head down with her hands, pressing it firmly against her lower abdomen.
I continued my tongue work on her lower abdomen, and with a forceful pull, I dragged her panties down to her knees.
"No, not here."
I was a little surprised that she could remain sober even in this state; it seemed I had underestimated her.
"...
What's wrong?" I asked her softly. "
Not here, I... I'm a little uncomfortable."
I was also becoming more sober; at this moment, my reason, which made me both happy and worried, overcame my impulse. "
How about this, we still have some work to do, let's finish it before going back, okay?
" She nodded, but I could still see a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "
Do you still want it?" I asked. "What about
you?" she countered.
I picked her up and kissed the word "love" on her nipple. "
Tell me first, why do you have this tattoo
...
If you don't tell me, fine, you'll regret it." As I spoke, I mischievously bit her hard with my teeth.
"Ah, easy, it hurts." "
Then tell me."
"It was my husband who stabbed me. He said only he could see it."
Damn, then I'm your husband too!
You're bad! She raised her fist, about to hit me. "
Okay, hurry up and finish this little bit of work. If you really want more, we can talk about it back at the hotel." I put her down and walked back to the computer.
I glanced back at her; she was putting on her bra. I snatched it from her. "Don't bother putting it on. I saw everything. Just go back empty-handed." "
No way, I'm acting like a little girl." She tried to grab the bra, but I hugged her again, kissing her neck. She slumped into my arms once more. "
Okay, be good. That's enough. I'll take better care of you after we're done."
She obediently sat back down at the computer. I looked up at her; she was truly breathtaking. Her two small breasts swayed gently, nipples erect.
...I finished our work as quickly as possible. I watched her put on her clothes—a short skirt, of course. I didn't give her the bra; she couldn't grab it back because I had it in my pants.
On the way to the elevator, I noticed she was walking a little strangely, so I asked her what was wrong. "
It's all your fault, I'm soaking wet down there, it's so uncomfortable." "
Then just take them off, it'll save you trouble. It's the middle of the night, nobody will see." Before she could react, I pulled down her panties. She only resisted slightly before
giving in. As soon as I closed the hotel room door, I eagerly embraced her, and she readily shed all her extravagant clothes. I kissed every sensitive spot on her upper body that I had just discovered, and she moaned passionately. Suddenly, I noticed she had somehow slipped her hand inside my pants and was stroking my
penis. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I pulled her onto my lap, my hands caressing her waist, my tongue kissing her small nipples. She held my head tightly, moaning incessantly, her body trembling.
"Ah...ah...xx, I can't take it anymore, ah...ah..."
I suddenly snapped to attention, "Don't call me by my name." My hands kept kneading and rubbing her nipples. "
Ah...ah...then I'll call you brother." "Ah...brother, I want you, I want...you! I want you
now, I haven't had enough yet!
Stop...playing...please...I beg...you..."
I laid her flat on the bed, and by the light in the room, I looked at her now, she was incredibly slutty.
I should really bring the company's digital camera and take a picture of you like this. I chuckled.
"Ah...you're bad..."
I was just about to take off my pants when I noticed a large wet patch on them. Look, I can't wear these pants tomorrow.
She slightly raised her head and saw the large wet patch on my pants. "Serves you right for playing with me like this!" "
You dare say that to me? I'll teach you a lesson." I said with a wicked grin. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, pressed her face down on the bed, and straddled her, pressing my mouth directly against her vulva.
"Ah…" she cried out, but because my penis was blocking her mouth, I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I forcefully spread her legs with both hands, frantically licking her vulva with my tongue, still unable to hear what she was saying, only feeling my penis rubbing against her face.
"Ah…ah…ah…I…came." Just as she finished speaking, I felt a gush of fluid wash over me.
I looked up at her slightly flushed face, her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
I walked to the bedside. I lay down beside her, supporting myself with my right elbow, kneading her small breasts with my left hand, kissing her neck, gradually moving to her lips. This time she didn't resist, and even willingly put her tongue into my mouth, her arms tightly holding my head, as if afraid I would run away.
My left hand gradually moved down, past her lower abdomen to her genitals. I could feel the sparseness and shortness of her pubic hair. I used two fingers to part her labia, and my middle finger slowly squeezed into her vagina, rubbing against the inner walls of her vaginal opening. She couldn't help but moan again, releasing her embrace of my head with both hands, and her right hand suddenly grabbed my penis. "
Hey, be gentle, don't grip so tightly." Perhaps because she was too excited, she gripped me a little painfully.
She opened her eyes, looked at me shyly, smiled, pressed her face against my chest, and said between breaths, "Brother, why does your mouth smell fishy? Don't pretend you
don't know, that's your own smell."
"My own," I said, looking puzzled.
I was genuinely surprised that she didn't even know that. I found it hard to believe. I thrust my left middle finger forcefully into her vagina, feeling its tightness and wetness. Right here, half of what you just sprayed out went into my mouth and half onto my face. I never expected you to be a woman who can 'squirt'.
She looked up at me with a look of utter surprise. "I...I don't taste like that at all. I've never known anything like it." "
You seem quite special, don't even know these basic things about sex. How do you and your husband do it?" I asked, a little curious. "
He...he's always so direct, never like you. He always goes right in. Unlike you, playing me like this." "
So you two haven't watched any textbooks or adult films before? Even if you had, you wouldn't have learned by watching them." "
I don't know if he's watched them or not. I'm a good girl, I never watch those things." "
A good girl..." I smiled, not saying anything more. "
You're bad. It's all your fault." She raised her arm and lightly hit me. "
Yes, it's my fault. But, who told you to always make me have feelings for you?" I retorted with a smile.
I don't know what happened to me. She lowered her head and whispered in my ear, "Working with you at this company, I feel like you're someone I can rely on. That feeling is stronger than when I was with him. I always want to be with you, but I feel like that's wrong, like I'm letting him down. Yet I can't control myself."
I lifted her head, looking at the sincerity in her eyes, and I was truly moved. I gently kissed her, as a response to her emotion. I don't know how I attracted her; I only know that today it was purely an impulse. If I had had these thoughts before, they would only have been fleeting. "
I thought I was someone who could endure it," she continued. "Since he left, I haven't dared to watch romance TV, I don't watch movies at all, and I haven't even read the romance novels I used to enjoy. I'm afraid I can't handle it. I don't even dare to shower properly, afraid that I won't be able to handle it. I thought I could withstand it, but since the day I saw your computer, I know all of my efforts have been in vain.
What's wrong with my computer? Tell me." I stared at her in surprise, but with such a beauty in my arms, how could I let conversation distract me? I stood up, kissing her soft breasts, my left hand continuing to tease her vulva.
"Ah…" she moaned seductively. "One afternoon you went out to work with the minister, ah… I just happened to be checking some information on your computer, ah, ah, so comfortable, and I accidentally discovered your media player was still running, so I… ah ah ah, ah… ah…"
I was engrossed in listening when it suddenly stopped. I felt a pang of anxiety, glanced up at her, and continued, "Don't stop, we won't waste each other's time." "
You… you're so naughty… you… doing this, how… how can I say it…?" "
Then let's not say anything more, let's get down to business." I laid her flat, spread her legs, knelt between them, guided my penis, found the entrance, and thrust in with a whoosh.
"Ah… gently, it hurts… ah… ah."
Perhaps it was because she hadn't had sex in a long time, or perhaps she was just naturally a woman with a narrow vagina, but when I penetrated her, it felt incredibly good, so tight, enveloping my penis. Looking at her face, I saw her initial pain transform into enjoyment, her eyes half-closed, savoring the lubrication after a long period of abstinence.
Maybe it was also because she hadn't had sex for so many days, and it was her first time having sex; after a few thrusts, a surge of pleasure rose up my back, and I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina.
She was enjoying herself, and suddenly the feeling of fullness disappeared; a sense of loss was clearly visible on her face. She opened her eyes, looking at me questioningly. I didn't speak, but simply gripped the base of my penis with both hands, raised my head, took a deep breath, lowered my head, aimed carefully, and inserted my penis again.
To be honest, I envy the penises of men described in erotic novels as being like stallions, thick as baseball bats and long as rolling pins, capable of thousands or even tens of thousands of times without ejaculating.
But mine is no match. From the day I became a man, I knew I was impotent. So after marriage, I desperately sought out articles on topics like how to improve foreplay and how to make my woman love me more, then applied these methods to my wife, with astonishing results. Every time I saw her lying on the bed, writhing in pleasure after making love, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Today, perhaps due to nervousness—the nervousness of a first affair, plus the feeling of being with a woman other than my wife for the first time—I didn't have much control. (Later, I asked some fellow erotic enthusiasts, and almost everyone said they ejaculated shortly after penetration the first time.)
After some control, my penis, perhaps having adapted to this unfamiliar environment, began to gradually display the prowess I had shown during training. Knowing her husband hadn't been with her for quite some time, I deliberately wanted to leave her with a keepsake.
I straddled her, sometimes thrusting wildly like a storm, sometimes gently and softly. When I couldn't control my urges, I pulled out my penis, gently teasing her vagina with my fingers while simultaneously biting her nipples.
Ah…ah…her moans grew louder and louder, "Brother, brother…I…I…"
Finally, the urge after the orgasm became uncontrollable, and I didn't want to control it anymore. At that moment, I still retained a shred of reason—the reason not to let her be impregnated. Looking back now, it wasn't entirely for her sake; I was mainly afraid that if such a consequence occurred, I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife. But just as I was about to pull out, she pressed her hands firmly against my buttocks. After a dozen or so shudders, my millions of offspring joyfully rushed to their destination inside her vagina.
Looking up at her, her face flushed with excitement, seemingly still caught up in the afterglow of her climax, I didn't know what to say.
"What day was your period...
?" she moaned. "Just a week ago, oh
my god, seven days before and eight days after, it's not exactly safe."
She pulled me into a tight embrace, her face pressed against my chest, panting, unable to say anything. I was exhausted too. My right hand went under her neck, stroking her sweaty back, while my left hand gently pinched her nipple. We just held each other like that, saying nothing.
In my daze, I felt her gently kissing my nipple, her right hand grasping and playing with my testicles, mischievously squeezing them a few times. I secretly opened my eyes, watching her actions, without uttering a sound.
My penis, under her ministrations, stood erect again, brimming with power. She seemed surprised, glancing up at me furtively. I quickly closed my eyes. She seemed oblivious, lowering her head to lick the head of my penis with her tongue. Stimulated, my penis felt even more proud than before. Pretending not to notice, I rolled over, lying flat on the bed, making it easier for her to caress it.
She then lay on top of me, her back to me, her small buttocks protruding, her two small hands stroking my penis, occasionally teasing it with her lips. Her hands clumsily worked on it, and after a while, her left hand touched her nipple, giving her the expression of self-sufficiency seen in adult films.
My penis felt different than before, an indescribable sensation enveloping it. The comfort was something I had never experienced before. If I had to describe it, there was only one word: amazing.
I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her onto my body. She gasped and tried to turn around, but I held her head down with my left hand, preventing her from leaving her side. I placed her buttocks on my face, her vulva directly in front of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and began a new round of battle with her pink, tender flesh.
I gently bit the two small labia of her vulva, my tongue forcefully probing into her vagina. My right hand kneaded her breasts, and her buttocks slightly lifted, allowing my penis to penetrate as much as possible into her mouth. I don't know how many rounds passed, but as her vaginal fluids sprayed onto my face several times, my penis also erupted inside her mouth.
"Ugh...ugh..." She coughed, turning her head to look at me, milky white semen dripping from the corner of her mouth. She gasped for breath, her face contorted with anger, and said, "Brother, how...how could you...I...I never...
I felt a little embarrassed. After all, I couldn't control myself just now, and there was an element of teasing involved, but I still felt guilty.
I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself either...but you sprayed all over my face." I pulled her into my arms, kissing her small breasts, and also wiping the semen from my face and mouth. My right hand moved from her flat stomach to her vulva.
She hugged my head, her body naturally arching against me, moaning involuntarily.
I lifted my head and kissed her lips again. She stuck out her little tongue, circling it in my mouth. It was clear she wasn't very skilled at kissing. It was probably related to her husband being away for a long time. I dug hard at her vulva with my fingers, starting with one index finger, then two, then three, occasionally flicking upwards.
Suddenly, she sat on me, pulled my hand out of her vulva, and clumsily shoved my half-erect penis back in, letting out a soft "ah" as she collapsed onto me again. I lay motionless, one hand caressing her breasts, the other weakly pinching her buttocks.
My penis slowly regained sensation in her warm, moist, tight vulva. To my surprise, it became erect again much faster than before, but any better than half-hearted.
After a while, she lifted her head, closed her eyes, and braced herself beside me, slightly raising and lowering her buttocks, raising and lowering them again, each time my penis entered, accompanied by rhythmic "ah...ah" sounds.
I watched her with great interest. We'd been married for nearly ten years, and although we'd tried different things with my wife each time, and experienced different sensations, I'd never felt anything like this. I'd read countless erotic novels and knew about so-called "female treasures," but those descriptions didn't apply to my wife at all.
Yet, at this moment, I preferred to believe that this little woman on top of me truly possessed a "female treasure," because my penis felt a constant sucking sensation, and I could clearly feel her vaginal fluid flowing steadily down my shaft. Each time she descended, accompanied by a series of gurgling sounds and a sound I couldn't quite describe, similar to a heavy object hitting water, gave me a sense of pleasure.
Finally, she let out a long cry and collapsed onto me. I was so focused on her expression and enjoying the sound that I had no urge to ejaculate. Instead, I held her buttocks and laboriously thrust into her. She seemed oblivious, letting my movements gradually increase in intensity and frequency. Finally, I couldn't control my urges and released all my essence into her body once more. Then I drifted off to sleep. When
I woke up again, I found myself alone in the room. Looking around, I saw her clothes were still on. Listening carefully, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom door, called out "I'm coming in," and went inside. Pushing open the door, I saw a naked woman standing under the showerhead in the steamy bathroom, her eyes closed, her head slightly raised, seemingly enjoying the stimulation of the water hitting her skin.
Her slightly dark skin created a striking contrast in the dimly lit room. Her small breasts were perky, and hot water slid down her flat stomach to her pubic area, neatly combing her pubic hair. Although she wasn't tall, her legs were straight, slightly together, with a gap between them barely large enough to fit a hand. I went over and hugged
her tightly, my hands resting on her back and her soft buttocks. She hugged me back, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her head pressed against my chest. Neither of us spoke, we stood silently, letting the hot water wash over our bodies.
I don't know how much time passed, but we both looked up at the same time. She didn't say anything, but gently traced circles on my left breast with her right hand.
I turned off the showerhead, grabbed the shower gel, and poured it directly onto her back. I gently spread the gel over every corner of her back, from top to bottom. When I reached her buttocks, my fingers lingered briefly on her anus. Her body trembled slightly, and she pushed me away, glaring at me with a hint of anger. She turned around and gently dried me with a towel soaked in shower gel, from top to bottom. When she reached my penis, she glanced at me again, said nothing, and carefully cleaned it thoroughly.
I felt her gentleness and, in turn, spread the shower gel from her back onto her front, gently stroking her breasts, her cleavage, her lower abdomen, and the valley between her dark, slightly yellowish skin. Her body trembled again until the water rinsed away all the foam from both of us.
Back in the room, I habitually turned off the central air conditioning first. She paused, her eyes filled with gratitude for my earlier action.
We both seemed a little embarrassed by our openness, turning away to do our own things. At that moment, besides putting on my clothes, I really had nothing else to do.
Suddenly, I felt a blush that even I found amusing. In all my life, besides my mother and wife, I'd never been completely naked in front of a woman. Head down, I put on my clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the wall, looking at her without saying a word.
She stood with her back to me in front of the dressing table, tossing her hair and combing her shoulder-length locks. In the mirror, I could see her small breasts trembling with her movements.
She seemed completely unfazed, acting as if I didn't exist. She busied herself combing her hair, then wrapped it in a towel. She glanced at me, casually picked up a bathrobe, wrapped it around her breasts, sat on the headboard of another bed, placed her hands on her bare knees, and stared at me with wide eyes, saying nothing.
*Ahem*… After a long silence, I finally broke the ice. "Cover yourself with a blanket, don't get cold."
She glanced at me, seemingly agreeing, got up, turned around, and unwrapped the blanket from the bed. After a slight pause, she turned her back to me, unwrapped her towel, and slipped naked under the blanket. Lying on the bed, she looked at me, reached out, and took my hand, gesturing for me to sit beside her.
I moved closer, took her hand with my left, and reached under the blanket with my right, finding her small, tender breast and gently pinching her nipple. She looked up at me, didn't object, and closed her eyes, seemingly continuing to enjoy herself.
"We've had our fun, it's getting late, you should rest for a bit, you have to go to work soon!" I said.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, saying in a tone typical of a little girl, "No, I want you to stay with me." "
Aren't you satisfied yet? I can't take it anymore." I said jokingly. "
It's all your fault," she said coquettishly in a low voice, "I thought I could keep a woman's chastity, I've kept it for three or four months, but I didn't expect... sigh, it's fate." She pinched my penis again through my pants. "
Ouch, that hurts, don't pinch me." I pretended to cry out. "By the way, can I ask you a question?
What question? Go ahead and ask." She looked up at me, puzzled. "
Comparing me and your husband, who can satisfy you?" Maybe all men have this question.
She looked at me, thought for a moment, her face slightly reddening, "His is thicker and longer than yours, but you're better at it." "
Explain in detail." I was getting a little too eager.
Every time he wanted to, he would just kiss my lips and then go straight in. At first, I wasn't used to it because it always hurt a little, but later it felt very good because he lasted longer than you. But you're different. Just now in the office, your kisses felt so good, so good, and he never does that. That's why I didn't object to you doing that to me in the office later, because I had a feeling I'd never had before—so gentle, so considerate. She buried her face in my chest, blushing.
My right hand roamed over her smooth back, while my left hand continued to knead her two soft breasts.
Also, I need to find out how you saw what was on my computer.
Besides, if I hadn't seen what was on your machine, I probably wouldn't have acted this way. She feigned anger and said, "One day, you and Minister Guo (Note: My direct supervisor, the head of the Marketing Management Department, and my old buddy who used to whistle at pretty girls on the balcony together) went out on business. I needed to look up some information, but your computer's media player was still on. I was going to turn it off for you, but when I turned it on, it showed that… that kind of scene! It startled me. I quickly turned it off, but I couldn't resist watching. So…
so, from now on, whenever I'm not in the office, you'll peek, right?" I continued. "
I hate you." She shyly hit me. "
Let me guess again, did you learn that from that when you gave me oral sex earlier?" I added.
She didn't answer, but I already knew from her expression. "
I… I also want to ask you a question, okay?" she whispered. "
Go ahead and ask. I'll tell you whatever I know."
"I… I compared to… compared to my sister-in-law, who's better
?" I didn't quite understand what she meant. "
It's… it's that, you know what that means." Her shyness really made me chuckle. "
Ah, I see. I thought only men liked to compare themselves, but it turns out you women do too." I chuckled softly, and she, perhaps annoyed that I understood her thoughts, pinched my penis through my pants. "
How can I explain it to you? You're different from her because she's had children, and you haven't, so… ah… do you understand what I mean?
No!" She answered bluntly, her face full of confusion. " You
'll understand when you grow up. Telling you now won't leave a deep impression on you." I don't know why I was too embarrassed to explain it clearly to her; maybe I wanted her to retain that innocent quality I liked.
She looked at me, seemingly pondering the meaning of my words, perhaps unable to understand, and said: "We… we're both like this, and you never tell me the truth." "
Sigh… how can I explain it? You can't expect me to give you a sex education, can you? Go online sometime; you can find everything there." I evaded the question. "
Hmph, you men are all the same; not one of you tells the truth." She pretended to be angry and pulled her arms back under the blanket. "
But I want to tell you something from my heart," she whispered. "Just now, doing that with you, I really felt what love is. It felt so good. I don't know if we can ever do that again… but this time will definitely be unforgettable. Tell me the truth."
"Ugh… how can I say that? You can't expect me to give you a sex education, can you? Go online sometime, you can find everything there." I stammered. "
Hmph, you men are all the same, not one of you tells the truth." She pretended to be angry and pulled her arms back under the blanket. "
But I want to tell you something from my heart," she whispered. "Just now, doing that with you, I really felt what love is. It felt so good. I don't know if we can ever do that again… but this time will definitely be unforgettable."

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