Company Commander's Wife

I've been in Kaishen City for seven years now. It's my second hometown. I spent the best three years of my life in the military, in the company that transformed me from a little boy into a man. I'll always cherish those days, remember my comrades, and of course, the protagonist of today's story, my company commander's wife. Let's call her Sister-in-law Ming. It was during my second year of service. The company commander's house was being renovated, and our platoon leader, trying to curry favor, ordered a squad of soldiers to do free labor. It involved carrying scrap materials down from the upper floor and then carrying cement and sand back up. There was no skill involved, just heavy lifting. In the scorching summer sun, it was too much work, so we worked at dusk. Even then, we were drenched in sweat. The sweat dripped down the tanned, muscular backs of our young, energetic faces—a sight that might have stirred any woman's heart. And my story with Sister-in-law Ming began with an unexpected event on that sweltering evening. The other comrades were downstairs drinking beverages. I struggled up to the fourth floor, carrying the last bag of sand. Sister Ming quickly came to my side, offering to help me take the sandbag down, saying, "Oh, Xiao Guan, you've all worked so hard. I'm so sorry!" I didn't have the energy to be polite with her; I just wanted to put down the sandbag, which weighed more than a thousand pounds. But my movement was a bit too abrupt, and Sister Ming reached out to catch it. The downward momentum of the sandbag pulled her body down, causing her to take a step back. Unfortunately, she tripped on the wooden plank behind her. Since the space was already small, she fell backward rapidly. I quickly reached out to grab her, and I managed to pull her up, but my exhausted legs wouldn't obey me, and I was pulled down with her, landing heavily on Sister Ming. I heard the sound of her head hitting the ground. Believe it or not, things sometimes happen by chance. When Ming's sister-in-law fell, her clothes ripped open with a loud tear in the back. We scrambled to our feet, and she clutched the back of her head, still a little dizzy. I quickly went behind her to check if she was hurt, but what I saw was her pink bra. The torn clothes couldn't really cover anything. This was a house under renovation, and it was summer, so there was no change of clothes. My first thought was to close the front door. Then I took off my sweat-soaked shirt from my waist and awkwardly handed it to her. Ming's sister-in-law hesitated for a moment but took it anyway. By then, I had already scrambled downstairs. As I went downstairs, I started to recall those few blissful seconds when I was on top of Ming's sister-in-law. I could clearly feel her soft breasts, her flat stomach, her fair neck, and her prominent pubic bone. Even though we didn't say anything after we got up, her flushed face and wandering eyes were still so alluring. At that moment, I didn't even realize she was the company commander's wife, not that young woman nine years older than me. That evening, my comrades and I were exhausted, but I was hoping to come back and help again. Two days passed, and nothing happened. In the afternoon, I was doing giant swings on the horizontal bar when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar, slender figure walking towards me. I pretended not to see her and spun around three more times before stopping. I jumped off the bar and found myself standing opposite Sister Ming. I rubbed my hands and said, "You're here, sister-in-law? Is your head alright?" Sister Ming's face flushed, and she replied, "Yeah, it's fine, just a bump. Um... I washed your clothes and brought them to you. Xiao Zhao said you were here." As she handed me a paper bag, I don't know what I was thinking when I grabbed Ming's hand, then quickly let go, pretending it was just an accident. Ming's wife was stunned for a moment, then smiled, revealing two dimples, and uttered three words: "Little brat." At that moment, I felt my bones melt. If it weren't broad daylight, if we weren't in a military camp, I don't know what I would have done. It wasn't until Ming's wife had walked more than ten meters away that I called out, "Thank you, sister-in-law." For the next eight months, we didn't have a chance to see each other. After all, this was the military, an almost entirely male world, and there were no female soldiers here. Although I had fantasies about Ming's wife, they were diluted by the heavy daily training. Until my last year of service, things took a dramatic turn. I was transferred to drive a car for a leader. Although the Santana wasn't a very good car, it was still more comfortable than the monotonous training. All I had to do was serve the leaders. In March, just after the Spring Festival... The military region organized a training course, and Company Commander Ming, who was now a deputy battalion commander, attended with the battalion commander for 15 days. One day, I was wiping the car when my phone rang (don't be surprised, drivers are allowed cell phones). It was Company Commander Ming. He asked me, "Xiao Guan, do you have anything planned for Saturday? Does the leadership need a car?" I replied, "Probably not. The leader is out of town, and I'm free. Is there anything I can do for you?" Company Commander Ming sighed in relief and said, "Well, your wife wants to go to Majia Village the day after tomorrow. Would it be convenient for you to give her a ride? If so, I'll give you her number so you can contact her." My heart skipped a beat, and I readily agreed. I got Ming's wife's number but didn't call her immediately. I waited until evening to call her. "Hello? Sister-in-law? This is Xiao Guan, Guan Peng. The company commander said you're going to Majia Village on Saturday. What time should I pick you up?" After setting the time, I anxiously awaited Saturday's arrival. At 2 PM, I knocked on Company Commander Ming's door, two hours earlier than planned. Luckily, Sister-in-law Ming had just finished showering; her hair was still damp when she opened the door. The house was wonderfully warm, and I wasn't dressed warmly enough for the drive. Sister-in-law Ming looked at me with some surprise, rubbing her hair with a towel as she asked, "Didn't we agree on 4 PM? Why are you here so early?" I smiled awkwardly, "Oh, nothing, nothing much. The company commander isn't here. I was just wondering if you had any chores to do." My face was definitely red after saying that, because even I didn't believe my own lie. Sister-in-law Ming didn't seem to mind, just glanced at me sideways and pointed to the sofa for me to sit on. After sitting for a while, I stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, can I use your bathroom?" "Sure, sure, the light's on the left." I opened the door, went into the bathroom, and closed it. Suddenly, Sister-in-law Ming exclaimed from outside: "Oh dear!" Immediately afterward, my sister-in-law turned off the bathroom light from the outside. Confused, I kept asking, "Huh? What's going on?" She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll turn the light back on for you, but don't look around!" When the light came back on, I saw my sister-in-law's bra and panties, which she had just taken off after showering, draped over a small shelf next to the bathtub. There were yellowish-white stains on the panties. My penis immediately sprang to attention. Everyone has probably fantasized about women's underwear, but the object of my fantasy stood just outside the door, and she knew perfectly well that I had seen her most mysterious and private parts. Because my penis was too hard, I couldn't urinate. It took about five minutes to come out of the bathroom. For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to tease Ming's wife. I took out her underwear, walked out of the bathroom, opened my arms, and said in a serious tone, "Sister-in-law, you forgot something in there." Ming's wife was both embarrassed and anxious, snatching the small piece of fabric away, saying, "Didn't I tell you not to look around? You little brat! This doesn't look like a 28-year-old woman at all; she's clearly a young girl in the throes of first love." Just as I was getting excited, she turned and went into the inner room. Then I heard the door lock, and her voice came through the door: "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes. Let's go buy some things first, then go straight to..." At 4 PM, after buying our things, we drove out of the city and headed straight for Majia Village. On the way, I learned what she was going to do. Apparently, back in the army, we'd heard that Company Commander Ming was over 30 and still childless. Everyone said it was because he was impotent, or that his wife had problems. But now we learned that neither of them actually had any issues; they just couldn't conceive. This trip to Majia Village was to see a fortune teller (a kind of shaman), supposedly very accurate. Even many city officials went there for guidance, the highest being a department-level official. Ming's wife had gone based on the advice of another officer's wife. While kissing her firm breasts, I wondered if I should... I was giving her oral sex when a bold idea popped into my head. Based on Company Commander Ming's personality, I was 100% certain they wouldn't have very romantic sex. Why not give her a sex experience she'd never forget? Thinking this, I took a small step back, my hands reaching for the edge of her pajama bottoms. She instinctively pulled them down, then obediently lifted her buttocks. Once I had completely disarmed her, she pressed her hands against her pubic hair, trying to cover her breasts as well. But a person only has two hands, and her action of pressing down on her genitals only made her breasts appear to be pushed up. She shyly urged me to turn off the light, but I was already kneeling between her legs again, kissing... I kissed her breasts, navel, and lower abdomen. As I slid towards her thicket, she nervously grabbed my face, saying, "No, Guan'er, it's dirty." I took her hands and placed them on either side of her body, violently shaving her pubic hair with my stubble. Her legs suddenly stiffened, and I felt pressure from both sides of my cheeks. I used my shoulders to push her legs apart and opened my mouth to completely engulf her tender spot. Her body trembled violently twice, she bit her lip, and let out a whimper like a female beast. After a day's drive, and in winter, her genitals had a slight odor, but it wasn't pungent; it only fueled my animalistic desires. I stuck out my tongue, making loud noises as I tasted her petals, while gently licking her pubic hair with my right index finger.I inserted and withdrew my fingers, occasionally scraping her anus with my little finger. Each time I scraped there, she would tremble spasmodically. Her penis was completely erect. I gently bit it with my teeth and swirled my tongue around it. She seemed to really not be able to take it anymore; her legs clamped together more and more tightly. I stood up, took off my outer clothes, and kicked off my pants. Standing in front of her, my penis wasn't very big, only 15 centimeters, but it was already wide open and throbbing. I leaned over, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and pulled it down to my penis. She seemed to resist a little, but after hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and took it in. I can say with certainty that she definitely didn't, or rarely did, perform oral sex on Company Commander Ming. Following the GPS directions, we quickly arrived at Majia Village. After knocking and explaining our purpose, I sat with my sister-in-law in the living room. She seemed a little nervous because the room was filled with incense smoke, and we could hear monks chanting (now I know it was the Great Compassion Mantra) coming from the inner room. After about 40 minutes, an old woman came out of the house. She kept turning back to thank us, then placed 500 yuan under the incense burner on the altar in the living room, still thanking us profusely, before leaving through the door. At this point, a middle-aged woman called my sister-in-law inside. I wanted to follow her in, but the woman stopped me, saying, "Young man, you have imperial aura; it's not convenient for you to go inside. Sit outside for a while." It turned out I was wearing a military uniform, which is called having imperial aura, haha. I had no choice but to sit down again. About an hour later, my sister-in-law came out, clutching something in her hand. She very devoutly offered incense at the Buddhist shrine, kowtowed, and finally placed 500 yuan under the burner. I just found it both funny and amusing. By the time we left Majia Village, it was completely dark. I suggested we go get some gas first. After we filled up, Sister Ming insisted on paying for the gas. I explained repeatedly that the government was paying for it, but she wouldn't listen. We started arguing at the gas station. She took money out of the inside pocket of her leather coat to give it to me, but I grabbed her hand and tried to put it back, until the back of my hand was pressed tightly against her breast. Only then did she give me a disapproving look and put her wallet away. On the way back, we chatted and listened to music. I complimented her on her good fortune, her husband, and how lucky she was. But every time I mentioned Company Commander Ming, she would sigh, intentionally or unintentionally. I noticed this very clearly. My heart pounded as I thought about how to continue our conversation, how to tease her in a slightly excessive but not inappropriate way… I deliberately brought up having children, pretending to ask all sorts of questions, like where the baby was born and whether there was a problem with the birth control pills she had taken. When I asked if their sex position was wrong, Sister Ming fell silent. I knew I had gone too far. Twenty minutes later, about 40 kilometers from the city, when the car reached a grove of poplar trees, Sister Ming suddenly said, "Xiao Guan, can we stop for a bit? I need to use the restroom." Without turning around, I replied, "We'll be there in another 20 minutes." But I slammed on the brakes and stopped, because I knew this was an opportunity. Sister Ming seemed to be holding it in, but she didn't dare go too far into the woods. She wanted me to come with her, but she knew something was wrong. I lit a cigarette and followed her slowly, about ten meters away. She told me to turn around, but I just kept staring at her. She really seemed to be holding it in. I watched her unbuckle her belt, pull down her pants, and squat down. Then I heard the sound of running water. At that moment, I decided I had to have Sister Ming, today! A little while later, Sister Ming returned. I unbuckled my pants in front of her and relieved myself by a tree. Sister Ming didn't look away; she just quickly got into the car. This time, she sat in the passenger seat. I got in the car, got some bottled water to wash my hands, started the engine, and continued driving in silence. Suddenly, I asked, "Can you drive, sister-in-law?" She replied that she couldn't. I grabbed her hand and placed it on the gearshift, then said, "Let me teach you how to shift gears. This is fourth gear, this is fifth gear, this is..." As expected, my sister-in-law didn't resist, letting me hold her small hand and move it around the gearshift. After a while, I pulled her hand to my right thigh. She remained sitting silently. I turned my head to look at her and found that she had her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. I was even happier, knowing that she was avoiding embarrassment. Since you're pretending to be asleep, I'll pretend you're asleep. I slowly pulled her hand down to between my legs, where a large tent had already formed. I could clearly feel her... My hand trembled slightly, my breath quickened, and she shifted slightly to the right. I wasn't about to let her go so easily, so I pulled her back. When I turned to look at her again, she was staring at me with wide eyes, a look that was both angry and resentful, muttering, "You little brat." I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned in and gave her a quick, light kiss. She didn't flinch, but sat up straight, pulled her hand away, and said, "Drive carefully." Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of her apartment building. We sat in the car for about three minutes without saying a word until she finally spoke: "Thank you, Xiao Guan. It's getting late, so I won't invite you up." Then she pushed open the door to leave. I knew in my heart that the opportunity was right in front of me. Guan Peng, if you're a man, take the plunge! Or be a coward. Thinking this, I quickly said, "Sister-in-law, I'm hungry. Shall we go out and get something to eat?" Sister-in-law Ming stood by the car door, staring at me for a few seconds, seemingly making some important decision. Suddenly, she let out a long sigh and said to me, "Why don't you get in? I'll make you some noodles." I quickly said okay, and Sister-in-law Ming opened the car door again. She looked down at the ground and said, "Park the car in the parking lot outside the community..." I didn't understand why, but suddenly my heart pounded violently. My car had a military license plate, and many military families lived here. You could tell whose car it was just by the license plate. Her telling me to park further away—wasn't this telling me that something was definitely going to happen today? When I knocked on Ming's door again, she had changed into her pajamas. They weren't very thin, but they were quite revealing. She was chatting with me while cooking noodles. I went into the kitchen and stopped behind her. We were incredibly close, but I didn't touch her. She clearly knew I was behind her, but she just stirred the noodles in the pot. I slowly pressed my lower body against her buttocks. A round, firm feeling quickly spread throughout my body. She didn't flinch, but just kept stirring. I followed the rhythm of her stirring the noodles, drawing circles on her buttocks with my hard penis. Then I took my hands out of my pockets and placed them on her thighs, rubbing them up and down, then slowly moving them forward. I lowered my head, brushed her hair aside with my nose, and smelled her neck. She seemed ticklish and flinched, but finally didn't move. So, I slowly embraced her, placed my hands on her flat stomach, and kissed her neck, cheeks, and shoulders little by little. I held her waist and turned her face away. She seemed afraid to look at me, and immediately leaned her face against my chest. I could feel her face burning hot, and her breath was heavy with heat. I grabbed both of her hands with my left hand and pulled them behind her back, then lifted her chin with my right hand. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Her breathing was rapid. I used my thumb and forefinger to grasp her cheeks, causing her lips to purse forward. I kissed her without hesitation. She didn't struggle, but responded passionately. Our tongues intertwined, and I rubbed her smooth back with my hands. At that moment, only one thought occupied my mind: I'd go all out! I reached out and turned off the gas behind her, letting the noodles go to hell. We kissed passionately. I wanted to drag her into the bedroom, but she refused. I guessed she didn't want to be violated by me in their bedroom. So we sat down on the sofa in the living room. Although I was only 20 years old at the time, I would say I was already a very experienced old hand. I didn't rush to attack and take her over. Instead, I knelt in front of her. She sat on the sofa, and I took off her pajamas. She was half-naked, shyly hugging her chest. I first buried my head in her chest, breathing heavily between her breasts, rubbing my nose and face against her already hard nipples, gently biting them. She passionately hugged my head, resting her chin against my forehead. While kissing her firm breasts, I wondered if I should give her oral sex. Then a bold idea popped into my head. Based on Company Commander Ming's personality, I was 100% sure they wouldn't have very romantic sex. Why not give her a sex experience she'd never forget? With that thought, I took a small step back and touched the edge of her pajama pants with both hands. She instinctively pulled at them first, then obediently lifted her buttocks. After I completely disarmed her, she pressed her hands against the pubic hair between her legs, trying to cover her breasts as well. But a person only has two hands, and her action of pressing down on her genitals ended up squeezing her breasts. She urged me to turn off the light with infinite shyness, but I was already kneeling between her legs again, kissing her breasts, navel, and lower abdomen. As I slid down to her thick pubic hair, she nervously grabbed my face and said, "No, Guan'er, it's dirty." I grabbed her hands and placed them on either side of her body, then vigorously shaved her pubic hair with my stubble. Her legs suddenly stiffened, and I felt pressure from both sides of my cheeks. I used my shoulders to push her legs apart and opened my mouth to completely engulf her pubic area. Her body trembled violently twice, she bit her lip, and let out a whimper like a female animal. After a day's drive, and in winter, her genitals had a slight odor, but it wasn't pungent; it only fueled my animalistic desires.Sex, I stuck out my tongue and made a loud sound as I tasted her petals, while gently inserting and withdrawing my right index finger, and occasionally scraping her anus with my little finger. Every time I scraped there, she would tremble spasmodically. After a few strokes, her little rabbit became completely hard. I gently bit it with my teeth and kept swirling my tongue around it. She seemed to really not be able to take it anymore, and her legs clamped together more and more tightly. I stood up, took off my coat and pants, and stood in front of her. My penis wasn't very big, only 15 centimeters, but it was already erect and throbbing. I leaned over, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and pulled it down to my groin. She seemed to resist a little, but after hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and took it in. I can say with certainty that she definitely didn't, or rarely did, perform oral sex on Company Commander Ming, because she was too unprofessional. She just mechanically moved her hand along, without any tongue or hand movements, and certainly not like my girlfriend who would rub my testicles while performing oral sex. Slightly uninteresting, I pulled up Sister-in-law Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, and made her... Lying on the sofa, she closed her eyes, her face flushed, and softly said, "Come on." That one phrase, "Come on," has stayed with me to this day. Whenever I recall that night, that phrase becomes the classic image of that night—an officer's wife and his soldier, naked and entwined, a forbidden beauty that is hard to forget. I didn't use my hands to guide her; with just a gentle push, my little brother found the muddy entrance, but only half of the glans was inside. I was enjoying this moment so much that I didn't want it to end too quickly, so I only went in inch by inch, then out inch by inch, rubbing against her little rabbit afterward, then pushing in again, then pulling out again, like this... After a few minutes, she finally seemed unable to resist the teasing. Her body sank down, and she grabbed my lower back with both hands... I entered her completely. She let out a soft moan. At this moment, I had no more interest in being gentle with her. I thrust into her like a storm, and our bodies were wet together. Every thrust splashed water. She grabbed my upper arms, tilted her head back, and bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound. After about a dozen thrusts, she was pushed from one end of the sofa to the other. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I stood up and forced her to kneel on the sofa. She obediently... A little deer, after kneeling down, reached out and held my big gun, and I thrust in again. I didn't grab her buttocks too hard; after all, leaving fingerprints wasn't a good thing. I just held her waist and thrust in and out, sweat already obscuring my vision. I wiped it away, looked down at my penis going in and out, flipping her tender pink vulva in and out, and felt a real sense of accomplishment. I was fucking my company commander's wife, and right there in his house, right under his photo, which made me even more frenzied. After thrusting in and out more than 100 times, I flipped her over again. I'm a man who doesn't like women taking the initiative. She didn't like the woman-on-top position, so I had her lie on her side on the carpet with her legs together, her vulva exposed like an abalone. I held her right hip bone, spread her legs wide, lowered my penis, and pushed it in. Her vagina was still wet. After only a few thrusts, I noticed my knees were chafing painfully, so I had her lie flat on the carpet, and I sat on her buttocks like a horse, then inserted my penis at a 45-degree angle. This position definitely wouldn't allow for deep penetration, but unexpectedly, it brought her to orgasm. I kissed her smooth, snow-white back while moving back and forth, looking at her little ass. Her buttocks were squeezed and changed shape, and I felt so good. A moment later, I flipped her over again, and we pressed tightly together. Her legs were pressed together, while mine were spread wide, our pubic hair rubbing against each other. I reached under her armpits and grabbed her shoulders, and she clung tightly to my neck. Right there on the carpet, without any pause, I pounded into her with my eight-pack abs. After dozens of thrusts, I growled like a wild beast: "Baby…baby…it's coming!!! It's coming!!!" She, too, cried out in a daze: "Give it to me! Give it to me!! I want it, shoot it in me, shoot it in me!" Three seconds later, it was like… Like a flash flood, I convulsed seven or eight times before collapsing limply onto her, feeling her vagina slowly squeezing my penis out. She truly was like an older sister, lovingly stroking me and softly murmuring, "Little brat, I gave it my all." I lay there powerless for five minutes before reluctantly getting up. We both laughed; our sweat had even formed a small puddle on her chest. We showered together and ate the noodles that had turned to mush. That night we made love twice more. Later, she genuinely begged for mercy, and I was truly empty. And so, from the desire buried almost a year ago... The seed finally sprouted. Then, during my final year of military service, we seized every opportunity to make love passionately again, until I was discharged and left S city, ending the affair. Even so, in the first year after my discharge, I would still go back to see her, have meals, and make love. The most beautiful thing about this relationship was that we loved each other, yet tacitly refrained from making demands and tried our best to maintain a normal relationship. Now, time flies, she has finally had her baby, and we have gradually lost contact. But in the course of my life, Sister Ming will always be a woman I will never forget—a woman who had an affair yet remained kind and innocent.

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