【My Pink Memories of That Year with Red】【Author: yyhn】

Everyone has many experiences in their life, some absurd, some unforgettable, and some becoming lifelong secrets.

Some experiences, with the passage of time, fade into the river of history, gradually becoming stories, like those of Hong and me.

Looking back, it hasn't been long, about five years. At that time, I was troubled by my wife's pregnancy. Because we were both too playful, my wife was already over 30 when we got married, and by then she was considered an older mother. Those ten months felt like a constant state of anxiety; even our intimate moments were filled with extreme caution. Most of the time, I was in a state of "hunger" (and, unwittingly, I fell into the trap of most men finding excuses for their infidelity). Occasionally, I had to resort to my "fifth finger" (a euphemism for sexual intercourse).

Hong worked in the same office as me, six years older than me. As a professionally recruited dance major, she possessed the beauty and stunning figure that all the men in the office envied. Don't envy me or scoff at my boasting; I'm simply stating a fact: from the moment I met her, she never lacked suitors, even though she devoted herself entirely to her family. In fact, my relationship with Hong predates my relationship with my wife. Not long after graduation, I became her subordinate, and we maintained a very good friendship for many years. It was through Hong's guidance that I entered my wife's social circle. So, in our family, Hong is not only a friend, but more like an older sister. Even when we were dating, my wife often privately talked about how envious she was of Hong's stunning figure, always saying she had the standard Marilyn Monroe figure. However, at that time, I still retained a bit of boyish innocence and didn't think too much about it, except for occasionally feasting my eyes on her ample bosom when her uniform peeked out.

Although she was always the center of gossip in the workplace for many years, as one of the closest men to her, I was never the subject of gossip. There were two reasons for this: first, I am indeed very outgoing, so outgoing that no one would think I would do anything outrageous; second, almost everyone knew that Hong played a key role in my relationship with my wife. During that period when I was in a state of "hunger," Hong was also struggling with a crisis in her relationship with her husband—the once-enviable golden couple was now in turmoil. Everyone knew about her husband's infidelity; both his real-life lovers and online partners were known to Hong. Hong even confided at a gathering of our friends that her husband hadn't touched her for six months. In a state of unimaginable turmoil, I felt a subtle, almost imperceptible, flutter in my heart.

Over the years, as I had gradually risen in rank, she had become my subordinate. Although she sat next to me in the office, subconsciously, I had begun to quietly enter her life. Chatting with her on QQ after work became a frequent occurrence during that time. Occasionally, during video calls, I would subtly tease her, and she would just laugh, finding it amusing. What made me decide to make this decision was a small incident. That night, we were video chatting as usual—just a normal video chat, of course. She was dressed lightly but not provocatively, and we were joking around when her husband came home. Hong, looking slightly flustered, quickly ended the video call. This gave me an idea, and I began to "cunningly" look for opportunities and excuses.

Finally, one day after work, I invited her out for tea. In the private room, we chatted and joked like friends. Later, we started talking about our family situations and problems, and I took the opportunity to express my own confusion. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't fabricated; it was based on the main facts with a few minor alterations. I told Hong about my troubles over the past few months and confessed that I had met a girl from another city online who wanted me to come over, but I didn't want to betray my wife and asked Hong, as a friend, to help me make a decision. Hong naturally opposed the idea, but then added that it was only on principle; if I was really troubled, she wouldn't object to me finding a solution. I told her I was still hesitant; it was too uncomfortable to keep it all bottled up, but emotionally, it was too difficult to overcome, and we were too far apart. As for paying for prostitutes, I absolutely refused—it was a matter of principle (this was the truth; the nature of my work meant I'd have many opportunities like this, but I'd rather wait outside than participate. Imagine being in bed with a woman you have no feelings for, listening to her obviously fake moans because of money—I'd be exhausted).

I thought Hong could understand the truth in my words.

Suddenly, she made a joke that left me speechless: "If you really can't hold it in and don't want to go outside, there's a ready-made one here." That sentence stunned me for a long time, then my heart raced, and I stammered with excitement. I immediately invited her to go to a hotel (looking back, it was too direct, too naive). She refused, saying it was just a joke. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she ultimately didn't agree and left the teahouse disappointed. I worried that it would be awkward for us at work the next day, and that she would look down on me.

But when I saw her the next day, she seemed completely unaffected. She acted the same as always, even subtly revealing a level of intimacy in her words that only the two of us could understand. This made me realize: the door wasn't locked; I just needed to find a way to open it.

So, I continued to create opportunities for us to be alone. Soon, I started inviting her to sing karaoke alone. The karaoke place itself had a somewhat ambiguous feel to it: next to the door of the private karaoke room was a small room with nothing but a sofa bed. She came as promised, and we ate and sang together, but that was all. I didn't dare do anything else, afraid of hurting her and losing my best friend and sister.

From the second time we sang together alone, I would ask her to dance halfway through. Her waist was slender, but it had a very substantial, fleshy feel that captivated me. After the last dance, I suddenly pulled her into my arms. She seemed startled, gesturing with her hands for a while, unsure what to do, but she didn't struggle and just quietly leaned against me. A minute later, I took a deep breath, released her, and said, "Okay, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." She didn't say anything, just smiled at me indulgently, and then we went out together. This experience made me start to take advantage of her. That subsequent meeting still feels like it happened yesterday.

That day, as usual, we went to karaoke together, but this time, it seemed we both realized what was going to happen, and we were clearly not in the mood. An hour later, I ordered some random songs and left them playing. While she went to the restroom, I changed the lights, darkening the entire karaoke room. When she came out of the restroom, she paused for a second, then returned to her seat. We stopped singing and started chatting, both talking about how tired we were. Then she put her feet on the sofa, didn't speak, and stared straight ahead, lost in thought. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. After sitting there for a long time, seeing that she still didn't speak, I moved closer to her, almost sitting next to her. She noticed, but didn't say anything. Instead, she slightly bent her legs and buried her head in them. Looking back now, I was so naive back then. Even so, I still didn't dare to make any move. We sat like that for over an hour. After a constant internal struggle, I finally made my move.

I was very close to Hong, but it took a long time for my hand to reach out, almost like a slow-motion replay. In the end, my hand nervously landed on Hong's waist. The moment my hand touched her waist, Hong suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. I could feel her resistance and inner conflict, so I didn't make any further moves. I just left it there naturally, and then gently comforted her, talking to her. A few minutes later, Hong seemed to have calmed down and gotten used to my hand. I started to caress her body, and she started trembling violently again. Although she didn't struggle much, it still made me feel conflicted. After weighing the options for a while, I made up my mind. My right hand suddenly changed from a gentle caress to wrapping around her waist, while my left hand reached in front of her, making direct contact with her high, firm breasts through her dress. Hong was startled and tried to struggle, but seemed to become sensitive and powerless to struggle because of the intimate contact between the opposite sex. She lay in my arms, half-paralyzed, letting me do whatever I wanted to her.

My hands roamed greedily over her body, feeling her amazing fullness and smoothness, far surpassing my wife's, even through her clothes. I whispered in her ear or kissed her cheek and earlobe from time to time. She tried weakly to push my hands away, but under my insistence, she could only retreat step by step until her upper body was completely submerged. Soon, I was no longer satisfied with intimate contact through her clothes. My right hand pulled her soft body closer to me, and my left hand decisively lifted her skirt, pressing it against her thigh. Perhaps this contact exceeded her tolerance, or perhaps she still had her own resistance; Hong tightly clamped her legs together, preventing me from exploring further. I could only gently caress her thighs, and when I tried to kiss her red lips, she avoided it.

"Give it to me, okay?" I asked her as gently as possible.

She firmly demanded, "I can't betray Fang (my wife), and I don't want to lose you as a friend." "

You didn't do anything wrong to her. If anyone should be wrong, it's me. I was the one who seduced and forced you."

"I've always considered you my closest younger brother. Don't let me lose him, okay?" "She was pleading.

But I, who had been holding back for so long, coupled with her previous half-hearted resistance and agreement, was already burning with desire and unable to control myself. I persisted, and she, seemingly regaining her senses, still resisted. For a moment, we were locked in a strange stalemate: I held her waist tightly, my left hand roaming over the curves of her body. She didn't struggle through her clothes, but once I tried to make direct physical contact, she would strongly resist, forcing me to linger below her thighs.

After a while, I began to grow impatient and suddenly exerted force. Before she could react, my hand had slipped under her skirt between her legs, reaching directly to her bottom. The warmth of that moment, touching the groove of her clitoris, still lingers in my memory. I could feel the slight slippery wetness of the core of her cotton panties, not overflowing, but clearly perceptible.

The sudden attack on her clitoris gave me a surge of power from who-knows-where." She pushed me away and hid in the toilet. However, it was the toilet, not the private room door, that strengthened my resolve. Besides, the toilet door wasn't locked, so I easily pushed it open and followed her in. Inside, I held her tightly in my arms again.

She pleaded with me, her voice plaintive and weak. With my embrace and persistence, her resistance grew weaker and weaker until I relentlessly attacked her lips, exhausting her and drawing all her attention to her upper body. Then, my hand successfully sneaked under her skirt again, and went straight for the heart of the matter, slipping through her panties and penetrating to the deepest point. My middle finger instantly slipped into the two wet, warm labia. The slippery nectar in the shallow groove quickly soaked my finger, revealing the truth of her body. She let out a soft "Ah," but kept the sound within a audible range. "No, you can't! You really can't!" She started struggling again, but her strength was almost negligible to me now, because at that moment, all I could see was burning lust. I picked her up, rushed out of the bathroom, kicked open the door to the small room next door, and pounced on her on the only sofa bed in the room. Realizing what was about to happen, she struggled desperately, only to find in vain that her underwear had already been pulled down to her knees.

"No, please, how am I supposed to face Fang tomorrow?!" she pleaded. Those words were like a bucket of cold water poured over me, stopping my actions in my lust. Perhaps, in this world, friendship really is more important than desire. After hesitating for a few seconds, I silently pulled up her underwear. She watched me quietly, slightly lifting her bare buttocks so I could help her put her underwear back on. Neither of us said another word. Just before leaving, I hugged her again, and with a hint of guilt, said, "I'm sorry." "

Hong smiled and said, 'It's okay.'

And just like that, our first intimate encounter ended dramatically, leaving me with the most uneasy suspense of my life: whether we'd still be friends tomorrow.

The next day at work, I was unusually late, because I didn't know how to face Hong, what kind of look she would give me, and I was even afraid that she would break off our friendship. I dawdled into the office and found the work atmosphere normal. Hong was still sitting at her desk, processing documents as usual. When she saw me come in, she even joked, 'The boss is late today, so lunch is on everyone.'" "What is a spring breeze in the dead of winter? This is it! At that moment, I was so excited I almost jumped up. It turned out she really didn't blame me! At noon, I really treated my colleagues in the office to lunch. Everyone had a great time chatting because of me. I, who usually like to act profound, even told some dirty jokes. During the meal, I secretly observed her expression. She noticed and suddenly glared at me fiercely. When she saw my face turn pale, she subtly curled the corners of her mouth. When we looked at each other again, I clearly saw that her eyes were smiling and speaking. I could even clearly hear her laughing and cursing in her heart: 'Silly boy.'" "At that moment, I finally felt completely relieved.

However, for a while afterward, she never gave me any more chances, seemingly reverting to her role as a friend and older sister, which left me deeply troubled, constantly questioning myself what was going on. Until one day, while having sex with my pregnant wife in a hotel, I noticed she was particularly aroused, which suddenly sparked a plan in my mind. A week later, I informed Hong that I was going to the provincial capital with her on a business trip, and she agreed without hesitation. A potential opportunity thrilled me, as if I had seen a glimmer of hope again.

We arrived in the provincial capital early in the morning. As I entered the hotel designated by my company, I was embarrassed to discover that several of my superiors had also arrived in the provincial capital and entered the hotel around the same time as us, their expensive..." My fighting spirit vanished instantly. They were also there on business, but were returning that afternoon. They had only intended to book a short-stay hotel room, but since they ran into Hong and me, they didn't need it anymore. Reluctantly, I booked two rooms: one for Hong, and one for me with the three leaders. We chatted for a while in the room. Since it was still early, the leaders each took a bed to catch up on sleep, while I could only huddle on the sofa with another leader, making small talk. Then Hong came in and said that since she wasn't going to invite people to lunch or contact business clients until noon, she had nothing to do in the morning and was going to see her sister, but would be back by noon. Her departure made me even more depressed; I almost lost the will to talk. A dozen minutes later, just as I was about to fall asleep, I received a text message from Hong: "I'm sleeping next door. Wake me up when you come for lunch." "She didn't leave?!" I was so shocked I almost stood up. Why did she lie to everyone and say she went to see her sister? And why did she text me? To avoid arousing suspicion, I chatted with my boss for a while longer, finally pretending I couldn't stay awake any longer, and said, "Anyway, Hong went to see her sister. There's still a bed in her room, I'll go sleep in her room."

The doorbell rang briefly, then the door opened, and Hong, with her tousled hair, looked at me with a half-smile. I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "There are too many people over there, it's really uncomfortable sitting on the sofa, I'm just taking a nap here." "Hong smiled and said, 'Close the door yourself,' turning and going into the room. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I still remembered to quietly lock the door behind me. Entering the room, Hong was already tucked under the covers, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, but I could clearly see her long eyelashes fluttering. I knew that what I had been waiting for might really be about to happen. The unfamiliar place, the unfamiliar room, the feeling of having no worries suddenly made me much bolder. I squatted down by her bedside, just quietly watching her. Two minutes later, she finally couldn't help but open her eyes: 'Why aren't you sleeping?' I didn't answer, but inexplicably touched her cheek and exclaimed, 'You're so beautiful.'

She smiled: 'I'm getting old and faded.'

'That's just an excuse you use to avoid people. Go ask around now, no one will say you're over 30.'

'Tch. I'm ignoring you, going to sleep.' She glared at me and turned her back to me."

This action left me momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to get into her bed or return to the other bed to actually sleep. After a brief hesitation, I finally gritted my teeth, climbed into her bed, and embraced her from behind. There was no expected tightness or trembling; she simply turned her face slightly and softly asked, "What do you want?"

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only ask in return, "What do you think?"

"I thought you, you little fool, didn't know," she suddenly turned and threw herself into my arms.

At that moment, all the passion, all the dreams, all the longing erupted instantly. Without any transition, I kissed her lips directly, and she responded intensely, even offering her soft hand to mine, letting me hold it, letting me suckle. Our lips intertwined, our tongues entwined, and our bodies were intertwined. I had never imagined her response would be so proactive, so passionate, causing my impulse to erupt almost instantly. I practically ripped off her top, then gently pushed it away, and her white bra finally left her private parts, revealing my dream. At 37, the years had taken their toll, and her breasts were no longer as full as I had imagined. But the folds around her prominent nipples hinted at her former glory. Though somewhat disappointed, the sight of my dream goddess half-naked beneath me still thrilled me. I gently took her nipple into my mouth, letting it throb and tremble on my tongue. Hong began to tense up, but I knew it wasn't tension, but pleasure. I alternated kissing and teasing her nipples, while my other hand grasped her other breast, letting it knead and deform in my grasp, occasionally flicking it, enjoying the trembling of her white breast as I suckled the delicious grape. I could hear her breathing growing heavier, her hands aimlessly rubbing and groping my back and hair. Her breasts, beneath my lips, gradually turned a rosy red. The long-lost sensation made her arch her chest, wanting to get closer to me, but the intense stimulation made her gasp and try to pull away. Without warning, my attack suddenly shifted from her breasts to her lips. She took my penis directly into her mouth, sucking it frantically, while my hands reached for her last line of defense. There was almost no resistance; she even slightly raised her hips to help me remove the last piece of cotton clothing from her body.

"So wet, has your husband not touched you in a long time?" "

Hmm, almost five months."

"What a waste, such a waste!"

"You dead elephant!" Hong giggled and slapped me.

Hong's pubic hair was sparse, neatly distributed around the base of her thighs, and just enough to partially reveal the dark red cleft in the middle. I was really surprised that a woman of her age still had a dark red hue only slightly darker than a young girl's, instead of the usual black. I could only lament that her husband was really wasting such a precious thing. At this moment, the opening of the woman's most private part was already shiny and slippery, with a large clump of pubic hair clinging tightly to it in some places, making it look three parts messy and seven parts obscene. When my tongue finally entered that muddy area, Hong's white naked body had arched high like a big bow, with a hint of pride. I began my attack: picking, licking, hooking, swirling, sweeping, sucking, and blowing. After a few minutes, I could feel that my mouth was also covered with sticky fluid.

"It's practically Baotu Spring!" I teased her.

She slapped me shyly, then suddenly gasped, almost screaming, because in the midst of our teasing, my enormous member had already stormed into her last stronghold, without even thinking of using a condom. The giant snake churned, thrust, rammed, and whipped through the mud. With each thrust, it whimpered softly from its red mouth, its body shifting and entwining with mine, seemingly searching for a position to be even closer.

Neither of us spoke, just continued our movements, our entanglement. Tired, I lay down. Come on, the huge thing, without leaving her body, changed positions. In excitement, her vagina clenched and relaxed fiercely, her hips seemingly endlessly swallowing and pulling in. I looked at her passionate red eyes, and she, too, gazed at me involuntarily as she moved in and out. During the movement, sweat dampened the hair on her forehead, giving her a bewitching beauty that aroused me a new impulse. I held her hips to hold her in place and thrust again, until she trembled with her eyes tightly closed and her red lips clenched. I guessed she had also come. I wanted to help her up to change positions, but she pushed me down and began a new round of taking and writhing. At this moment... Her red was completely unlike her usual dignified and beautiful self; she was like a dancing sprite, frantically battling the massive rod. At that moment, I suddenly wondered: was it because her husband wouldn't touch her that she was asking for too much, and he was unable to keep up?

Our first time together wasn't perfect, because her frenzy left me too exhausted to climax, and she also failed to reach her peak. She went into the bathroom first, and from behind, her naked body was incredibly sexy—a near-perfect northern curve paired with rounded buttocks that most women her age no longer possessed—which aroused me again, but I dared not... I was exhausted. All I could do was hold her quietly in the shower, kissing and caressing her. Even so, she seemed content, enjoying this moment of peace. At that moment, for the first time, I felt a pang of tenderness and affection for her.

After washing up, I found the leaders had already left. The rest of the work went smoothly, the only unexpected thing being the plan that one of us had to be sober. It completely fell apart amidst the clinking of glasses; we were both drunk. She went back to her room first, while I continued with the rest of the activities. It was almost midnight when I returned to my room. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I received a call from her.

"You're back?" Her voice on the phone was so soft and weak, making me want to cherish and pity her.

"Yes," I replied, my head throbbing terribly.

"Qiang's here, come sit with us." "

Qiang is Hong's friend from the provincial capital. We've known each other for over ten years. He's a devoted suitor of Hong's, and even once decided to divorce his wife in the provincial capital and move to our remote little town for her. But I know Hong only sees him as a friend, nothing more. Qiang is hostile towards me; a jealous sensitivity had already made him see me as a potential rival years ago, and back then, I was just a shield. Tonight, that shield will have to face a new barrage of arrows.

Entering Hong's room, I found her lying in bed again, pale-faced, while Qiang sat beside her, looking at her with loving affection." Seeing me come in, he exchanged helpless pleasantries. Being a shield is painful, but being a shield against jealousy is even more agonizing. It was 2 a.m., and he still showed no sign of leaving. I almost flew into a rage and threw him out of the room, but I held back. At 3 a.m., under Hong's repeated insistence, Qiang prepared to leave at a speed of 0.1 meters per minute. I half-sent him off, half-escorted him to a taxi. (The next day, Hong told me that on the way home, Qiang was still insisting on coming back. I guess he was still clinging to the truth that drunkenness leads to promiscuity. Poor thing, he didn't know that his goddess had already been won over by me, so how could he possibly have any more promiscuity?)
"You little rascal." Hong quickly noticed my unusual behavior.

Without much preamble, I went straight to her and stripped her naked. Hong, unsatisfied yesterday, responded enthusiastically and cooperated. Unfortunately, because I was too excited, I ejaculated before we even started the second round. I knew my face must be red; compared to yesterday's vigor, it was utterly pathetic. I lay on the bed, sulking, while Hong laughed beside me. She wasn't dressed, but half-crouched on top of me, kissing my body. I knew she wasn't satisfied, and I caressed her apologetically. As we kissed, she suddenly lightly licked my nipple. The unprecedented stimulation made me realize for the first time that a man's genitals could be sensitive.

"You naughty woman!" I panted, laughing.

"Do you want me to be even naughtier?" As she said this, a bewitching beauty appeared on Hong's face.

"Okay."
In an instant, the climax arrived abruptly. The two felt the world spinning and trembling, until finally, an explosion, all the instantaneous impacts bursting forth in a single, exhilarating burst…

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