A record of the four young women I hunted (absolutely true, real, and true)

After reading so many articles about having sex with married women, I feel they're all too unrealistic. It's as if married women are portrayed as incredibly promiscuous. Of course, there might be women like that, but strictly speaking, they're hardly respectable married women. Imagine being able to easily seduce someone. She might have already been with many men, and these kinds of naturally promiscuous women hold no allure for me. So, let me tell you about my experiences with four married women over the past few years. Absolutely true, absolutely true, absolutely true—I'll say it three times because it's important. My writing isn't great, and I don't want to make it too disgusting or cheesy. Just bear with it. Let me

introduce myself first. I turned 33 after my 2017 birthday. I'm 186cm tall and weigh about 90kg—the kind of tall, muscular man you'd expect. My parents are both civil servants in government units. Of course, we're not from a high-ranking family. I'm saying all this just to show that my family's financial situation is pretty good. At least since graduating from university, I haven't had to struggle and start a business like my classmates. My parents arranged everything for me: a house and a job. But I've never liked 9-to-5 jobs, and besides, I work for a government agency without a permanent position. The pay is so-so, I didn't care about it at all. So after less than two years, I took it upon myself to start a small business with a childhood friend. Of course, I didn't make a lot of money, but it was still faster than working a regular job.
Personally, I'm quite confident in my appearance. I remember a senior in middle school writing me love letters. My innocent first love began, but I didn't do anything too outrageous. However, my homeroom teacher found out and told my dad, who was working at the city education bureau at the time. I got a severe beating from my dad when I got home. It made me question my life. There was nothing I could do; my parents are very concerned about their image. My adolescence was just like that, especially after that failed first love. My dad became very careful about these things. Because my dad worked at the city education bureau, after I entered high school... My dad even spoke to the homeroom teacher and grade head to ask them to take extra care of me. Thinking back, those were such a miserable youth. If I caused even the slightest problem at school, my dad would find out immediately. I'd likely get a beating when I got home. Even now, in my thirties, if I go back to my parents' house and see my dad's expression, my legs go weak and I can't even look him in the eye. Because of this, I received confessions from two girls in high school, but I endured them both. Back then, it was popular to have adopted younger sisters, so I treated them like little sisters, never daring to misbehave.

My muddled high school life ended, and I ultimately didn't get into the university my parents wanted. I guess I'm just not cut out for studying, but luckily I'm good at sports. In the end, I chose a sports academy. Ugh... am I rambling a bit? Let's get to the point.
To be honest, I'm really not good at pursuing girls. Maybe it's because when I was younger, girls were usually the ones who took the initiative. So I never thought about how to pick up girls. My lifestyle before marriage was perfectly fine. I've only dated four girlfriends. The one I ultimately chose to marry got pregnant, and I admire how my wife managed to keep it a secret for so long. I only found out when she pretended to vomit in front of my parents during a meal at my house. She was almost four months pregnant then. My parents pretended not to know at first, only asking about it two days later. Since I was getting older, they kept pressuring me to get married. This child was adamant about not having an abortion, and coincidentally, it turned out to be a boy. My father-in-law went crazy with pressure, even meeting my future in-laws behind my back. It felt like a dream. In such a short time, before I was even mentally prepared, we were already preparing for the wedding. I'm only 28, and I'm getting married??? I'm still a kid... My wife loves me very much, I knew that from the beginning. But I still feel that there was a certain element of scheming involved in everything that happened. I told her I didn't plan to get married before I turned 30. Seeing this, some readers might think I'm going to become a father unexpectedly? Haha, don't worry, dear readers. There's no such plot. The child looks a lot like me. My friends joke that they can tell it's my child just by touching it with their eyes closed. It's practically a carbon copy. The funny thing is, even the small hernia I had at birth has been inherited by this child. It's amazing how powerful genes are! The child was weaned before his first birthday and has been raised by his grandparents ever since. It's not that we're irresponsible, but the old man is too domineering, giving all sorts of excuses. He insists on taking care of the child, saying things like I haven't brought him any honor and he has to raise this child to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, etc. He says we have no experience raising children, etc. Anyway, this child wasn't born to me at all. Um... why have I rambled on so much again... I didn't mean to keep you in suspense. I don't know why I keep going off-topic. Okay, let's get back to the point
. My First Affair – Yan (
It was my second year of marriage, and the children had been sent back to my parents' house. My wife had also started working, and I had more free time. When I was bored, I often started writing business diaries or reminiscing on QQ Space. My QQ contacts were mostly friends and buddies I knew in real life. But one day, I discovered a comment from a stranger in my diary. And gradually, she started leaving comments, correcting some of my actions and opinions. It was strange; how did a strange woman appear on my QQ? I remember when I first got married, I clearly blocked everyone I didn't know on QQ in front of my wife. This might have slipped through the net, since I couldn't even remember when I added this woman. Anyway, starting with her comments, we started chatting casually.) I learned her name was Yan, and she was three years younger than me. But she was already a mother of a two-year-old. Looks like she got married quite young! Later I found out that Yan and her current husband started dating in high school and got married only a year after graduating from university. Wow, that long-term relationship really impressed me.
At first, we chatted about casual things, but gradually the conversation deepened. We started talking about our family lives. Because of the time and trust we'd built, we finally video-chatted and saw each other's faces. My first impression of Yan was that she was a rather intellectual woman. Very quiet. Long, flowing hair. But not exactly a stunning beauty. Just pleasant to look at, not much makeup, very natural. Later, as I learned more about her, I discovered that she and her husband lived in a county-level city near us. It's a pharmacy. Her husband mainly manages the business. She mostly stays home taking care of the children. She even showed me photos of her husband and their wedding photos. He's a rather thin, bespectacled, scholarly-looking young man with fair skin. At the time, I felt that Yan's married life seemed quite happy, so I didn't think too much about it.
Later, after a while, during a chat, I casually asked Yan, "Have you ever looked at adult websites when you're bored at home?" Yan replied, "Why do you ask that?" I said, "I'm just curious. There are many articles on websites about infidelity, and the descriptions are quite realistic. Do you think there are really that many married women doing this behind their husbands' backs in real life?" Ahem, let me clarify here. I initially just treated those articles as fantasies; I don't think... So many married women cheat on their husbands, and they're so promiscuous. Of course, after reading these articles, I've fantasized about it too. Imagine being able to have sex with a married woman someday. It would be so exciting! Holding someone else's wife in my arms, thrusting hard... Those moments would be a double pleasure, both physical and mental.
But while I might fantasize, how do I actually do it? To be honest, I'm very unsure. After all, I haven't seen any real, instructional articles on this topic. All I see are stories about pushing a married woman down, her half-hearted resistance, and then the moaning and groaning. Is that really reality? Can such a story really happen? Shouldn't any woman with a conscience slap you? Okay... I'm rambling again. Let's get back to the main point!
After this topic came up, Yan made a lot of assumptions for me, such as under what circumstances a woman would do something so outrageous. Then, at an appropriate moment, I asked, "Would you do this behind your husband's back?" Yan immediately replied, "No, don't overthink it." Those words extinguished all my fantasies. I had to change the subject, saying, "You're overthinking it, aren't you? I didn't ask you if you would sleep with me." Yan replied, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?" My fellow horny guys, imagine how dejected I felt when my surging hormones were instantly extinguished like that. I was so naive back then. So I immediately replied to Yan, "A friend called, they need to talk to me. Let's talk another day." That ended the chat.
Later, I lost interest in Yan. I felt that since she had already rejected me, I didn't want to bother her anymore. For a long time, I didn't feel like posting anything on QQ Space. I also stopped chatting with Yan. We just continued our lives uneventfully. Until one day, I opened QQ Space. I found Yan's message, asking, "What have you been busy with lately? Why haven't you been on QQ?" I replied, "I've been quite busy lately, running into some troubles, so I haven't had the time to go on QQ." I said this just to appease her. A little while later, Yan replied, asking, "What's bothering you so much? Can you tell her?" I replied, "I don't want to talk about it, I'll process it myself." Actually, there was nothing to say. I just kept wanting to sleep with her, but she politely declined. So I lost interest. Yan then replied, "You must have encountered something really bothering you, even I don't want to talk about it." I didn't reply after reading it. A while later, Yan replied again, "Are you free this Sunday? I want to see you in person." Seeing this message, my eyes lit up. My sexual desire ignited again. You see, for so long, I've always been the one asking Yan to meet, and she's always refused with various excuses. This time, she's the one who took the initiative to meet, which is quite a pleasant surprise. But I calmly replied, "Aren't you busy taking care of the kids at home?" Yan said, "This Sunday, her mother-in-law is coming to help her look after the kids for a day, and a close friend in the city is having a birthday party and invited a few of her girlfriends to get together, so I had the chance to come out." I was a little disappointed; it turned out she wasn't coming specifically to see me. I immediately replied, "Your friend's birthday party, where would you find the time to see me? Let's just forget about it." Yan said, "She'll go to her friend's in the morning, and during lunch, she'll deliberately find an excuse to leave. Isn't that enough?" I smiled slightly and replied, "Oh, I see. Aren't you afraid I'm a pervert and you'll be taken advantage of?" Yan said, "No, I believe you're not that kind of person." Seeing this... wow... that's some good Tai Chi. Okay, since she's coming, let's meet. So we arranged a time and place to meet on the weekend.
The place was a Chinese-style restaurant with private booths, decorated in a Jiangnan style, because I knew Yan had promised me she wouldn't eat at her friend's. I arrived at the destination half an hour early to wait for her. I had just reserved a table when my phone rang less than 10 minutes later. Yan had also arrived early, and I went out to meet her. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw a tall, slender girl with long, flowing hair, carrying a handbag. She smiled at me. I recognized her immediately; there's a difference between her in person and in videos. Of course, she looked much better in person. Yan seemed to be at least 1.68 meters tall. She was quite thin, the bony type, and while not exactly curvy, she was very slender. Before I could even speak, Yan smiled and said, "Wow, you're so tall!" I was taken aback and felt a little embarrassed, then quickly replied, "Well, we have good food at home!" We smiled knowingly at each other and went into the restaurant together. When I asked Yan to order, she said, "Anything is fine." I thought to myself, why are all girls like this? So, I took the menu without hesitation and said, "Well, I'm really easygoing then." I ordered a few simple dishes. While waiting for the food to be served… The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. I don't know where I got the courage, but I just stared straight at Yan. I remember Yan grinning, her face slightly red, and saying, "Have you looked enough? Why are you staring at me like that?" I said, "Because it's beautiful. Everyone wants to look at beautiful things a few more times, right? Besides, who knows when we'll see it again?" We both laughed after that, and Yan didn't know what to say next. This is probably the inevitable awkwardness of moving from online to real life.
So we chatted casually while eating, talking about trivial things. After dinner, I said, "Let's go for a walk." Guys, doesn't this sound exciting? No, no, no! I wanted to too, but I had no idea how to naturally ask her to go to a hotel. What if I said it and she rejected me? What if Yan got angry? After all, she had subtly rejected me before. Yan said, "Okay, but she needs to go home early. She's afraid her husband will call her best friend if she's late, making him suspicious, and she won't know how to explain it." I could only say, "Fine, whatever you say." So, we just went for a walk together for a while without doing anything else. Then I saw her off.
After seeing Yan off, I didn't go home. I went straight to a friend's internet cafe to play games. I usually play Dota 2, so playing for a while was a way to relieve some tension. Some readers might be thinking, "Why not go for a massage?" Pshaw, get out of here! That's disgusting. I absolutely refuse to do that. I wouldn't touch those prostitutes even if I were paid. Instinctively repulsive, too dirty. After going to my friend's internet cafe and logging onto QQ, I started playing games, and I don't remember how long I played. Yan messaged me on QQ, saying, "I'm home now, thank you for your hospitality. I didn't expect you to be so much more handsome and tall in person." I replied casually, "Have you fallen for me? You're in danger, you know. I won't be so polite next time we meet." Yan said, "You're just being vain. You're really getting cocky when I say you're fat." I thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not kidding, you're very beautiful, even more beautiful than I imagined. Today I really had an irresistible urge to kiss you." Yan replied, "Thank you, but you have to control yourself. After all, we both have families. We have to be responsible for each other's families. And your wife is so good to you. You have no reason to do such a thing." I said, "Don't you know the old saying? 'Children are always the best in their own family, and wives are always the best in someone else's.'" Yan replied, "You're just being cheeky. If you say that, I won't dare see you next time. Can't we just be ordinary friends?" Guys, take a good look at this. What does it mean to be a decent girl? I thought for a moment and said, "Yan, the moment I saw you, I was truly captivated. My heart is in turmoil right now. If I see you again, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and might do something outrageous." Yan replied, "Then let's not see each other again. I don't want these things to happen. I've never even considered it." I don't know what possessed me, but I actually replied, "Okay, let's not talk for a while. Let's both calm down." After sending this message, Yan immediately replied, "Okay." When I realized how stupid that statement was, I wanted to slap myself.
And so, for over a week, we didn't contact each other again. Although I didn't contact Yan proactively, I honestly still thought about her occasionally. I imagined that day when we met, how wonderful it would be if I could push her down? I imagined what positions I would use to have sex with this innocent girl, this other man's wife. But it all seemed to be just wishful thinking. Less than a week later, I suddenly received a message from Yan. Just one sentence: "You really don't plan to talk to me anymore?" Upon seeing this, my thoughts immediately began to surge again. I quickly replied, "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, I'm just struggling with my inner demons. I don't know what mindset or approach I should take next time I face you." After sending the message, Yan didn't reply for a long time. I sent another one: "Yan, I've been missing you for so long, but I haven't dared to say it first, and I don't know how to say it." Soon after, Yan replied with just three words: "Me too." My eyes lit up instantly, I was overjoyed. I replied, "Don't say anything more, let me be happy for a while." Yan replied, "Really, is it really necessary to be so excited?" I said, "Absolutely, I feel like I'm surrounded by sunshine right now." And so, from that day on, we started chatting on QQ every few days again. But neither of us mentioned meeting up again.
Almost two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the end of the year is fast approaching. I finally couldn't hold back anymore, and during a chat, I said, "The New Year is almost here, and my biggest hope for the end of the year is to see you again before the end of the year." Yan said, "It's unlikely. There's a lot going on at home at the end of the year. My husband is too busy, and it's getting cold. He hasn't been feeling well these past few days. She's been going to the pharmacy to help out a lot. And she rarely goes out; if she's out all day and doesn't come back, I don't know how to explain it to her family." I said, "Okay, I understand. Just stay home and help out, and take good care of your husband. After all, he's always been so considerate to you; it's time for you to serve him properly." Readers, you be the judge! How insincere I was when I said that! I feel so awkward myself. I wanted to sleep with his beautiful wife, and at the same time, I was saying such things. My inner voice was saying, "Pah! XX Dong (my name), you're disgusting!" Hahaha... Funny, isn't it? Then I saw Yan reply: "Okay, sure. Take care of yourself in this cold weather, don't catch a cold." I said: "I'm in great shape, you know that. No little ailment like headaches or fevers can knock me down. It's just... sigh..." I sent a sighing, disappointed emoji. Yan replied: "What's wrong now, why are you sighing?"
I said: "But I still really want to see you, really, really want to." (I deliberately added "really want to," those who understand rhetoric will understand.) After a while, I saw Yan reply: "It's definitely impossible at the end of the year, but after the New Year, around the seventh or eighth day of the Lunar New Year, her girlfriends might have a get-together in the city, maybe I'll have time then." Oh my god, seeing this felt like such great news! So I said, "That's settled then. I'll reserve the seventh and eighth days of the Lunar New Year for you. I won't go anywhere else those two days; I'll just wait for your message." Yan replied, "She's not sure either. She just tentatively made it online with friends a few days ago. If the others don't have time, it will be canceled." I immediately replied, "No, no, Heaven will surely bless me and grant this small wish of a mere mortal. Amen." Yan said, "Then it depends on your luck. Don't be too disappointed if you can't make it." I said, "No, I'll start praying now. Your friends will definitely have time that day."........
And so the long wait finally ended. I made it to the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. I texted Yan, "Have you decided on a date yet?" Yan replied with a disappointed emoji, "The gathering tomorrow is canceled. A close friend is going out to visit relatives." I said, "What about the day after tomorrow?" Yan said, "She doesn't have time the day after tomorrow. She's taking her child and husband to visit his classmate." Oh my god... Another bucket of cold water. I was instantly filled with despair. But on the evening of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, a dramatic scene unfolded. I received a message from Yan: "She said her mother-in-law went to her house this afternoon to deliver something to the child, and because she missed her grandson, she didn't leave in the evening. So she asked her mother-in-law for permission to help watch the child for a day tomorrow, because it's too cold to take the child out. Her mother-in-law agreed." I said, "But what does this have to do with me?" Yan continued, "That way I won't have to watch the child. I also told my husband that he can go to his classmate's house by himself tomorrow. I also want to meet up with my girlfriends. I don't know his classmates very well, so I don't want to go." I said, "So that means I can see you tomorrow?" Yan said, "Yes, we can go to the city together in her husband's car tomorrow, so we can get there earlier. I can spend more time with my girlfriends. Then her husband can go to his classmate's house by himself." I was so happy I almost jumped for joy, but since I was at home and my wife was watching TV next door, I held back. Hahaha
, what a long night! Finally, it's dawn. After getting up, I even made a special breakfast for my wife. Then I told her that I was having lunch with some friends today and wouldn't be home for lunch. I told her to take care of herself. This lovingly prepared breakfast touched my wife deeply. She gave me a kiss as I left, specifically reminding me to drink less. I said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You've been with me for so many years. Don't you know my alcohol tolerance? A monkey that can drink me under the table isn't even human yet!" Unable to contain my joy, I went out. It was still early, so I went to my friend's internet cafe for a while. At noon, the guy who owns the internet cafe insisted I stay for a couple of drinks. I said I had plans for lunch and couldn't stay. But he kept insisting, "Whose plans are more important than mine? I'm not leaving this noon!" "Oh my god! I thought to myself, if you really leave me here, I'll strangle you. While my buddy was entertaining a regular customer, I slipped away in a flash. I arrived at the agreed-upon location. But this time I was more experienced; I chose a place very close to the hotel. And I had already booked a room at the hotel beforehand, and then went to the restaurant to wait for the other person. Yan arrived a bit late this time, saying that her friends wouldn't let her leave, so she stayed a little longer. She said she had already eaten. I said, 'Since you're here, you should at least eat something. I've already reserved a table; we can't just each have a glass of water and let someone else occupy the whole table, can we?' Yan said, 'Okay, order less food.'" So we sat down. This time I really didn't order much food. We ate a simple meal, and this time we weren't so awkward anymore. We chatted about many everyday things. After dinner, as usual, we went for a walk. But this time I had a plan. I deliberately led Yan towards the hotel where I had booked a room, but I was still struggling internally. I didn't know how to get Yan to the hotel. What if she didn't go? That would be awkward.
With a very restless and confused heart, I slowly walked with Yan to the hotel entrance, which was the place I had planned. I knew I couldn't go any further. But what should I do? So I had to stop and slightly raise my head to look at the hotel. When Yan saw me stop, she stopped and looked at me blankly. She asked me what was wrong. Maybe she hadn't noticed that I was staring at the hotel entrance in thought. I took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember what I said to you after we met last time?" Yan asked, seemingly understanding, "What?" "I don't understand what you're talking about?" I continued, "I said that when I see you again, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will do something outrageous." Only then did Yan notice that my eyes were fixed on the hotel entrance. Before she could react, I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the hotel. Yan's petite frame was easily pushed and pulled by this strong man. She couldn't react at all. She just said in surprise and confusion, "Dong, don't do this. Calm down." And she didn't dare to speak loudly. Without turning my head, I pulled her along and said seriously, "I'm going all out. Don't talk to me." To be honest, I didn't even know what I was saying. After entering the hotel, since we had booked a room in advance, we skipped the hassle of checking in. To avoid any unpleasant surprises, I directly pulled Yan's hand and went up to the second floor. At this moment, Yan was still anxiously whispering to me, "Don't do this, you'll ruin me." "And so on." We continued until we reached the corner platform on the second floor, where the people at the bar were no longer visible. Yan finally realized what was happening and crouched down. She looked at me pleadingly, begging me not to do this. Her eyes were clearly confused. But at that moment, my penis was rock hard, about to explode. When lust takes over, you don't care about anything else. I simply picked Yan up from the ground in a princess carry. Imagine. A strong, athletic guy like me, carrying a woman who doesn't weigh more than 110 pounds, up two flights of stairs. I wasn't even out of breath or breaking a sweat.
When I picked Yan up, she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck. Her whole body seemed to go limp. Her head was lowered in my arms. The last vestiges of rationality made her mutter softly, "XX Dong, don't do this. I'll hate you..." and so on. But to me at that moment, it was like an aphrodisiac. We went upstairs. We rushed into the room I had reserved. After putting Yan on the bed, I said, "From today onwards, you're mine." Yan covered her eyes, not daring to look at me, and didn't say anything. As I turned to hang up my coat, she suddenly got up quickly, trying to open the door and leave. But I grabbed her waist and pulled her back. Turning us to face each other, before Yan could speak, I kissed her. I felt Yan's lips and cheeks burning hot. Her breathing was rapid, and her petite body was held tightly in my arms. My tongue tentatively tried to slip into her mouth, but she kept her teeth tightly closed. But her body clearly felt itself softening, becoming less stiff. So I lowered one hand and grabbed Yan's little bottom, kneading it vigorously. I felt Yan's breathing become more rapid, and finally, her jaw slowly opened. My tongue smoothly entered Yan's mouth. I then pressed Yan down onto the bed. At this moment, I felt Yan's defenses beginning to crumble, and her hands cooperated by holding me and slowly caressing me. Her mouth also slowly began to suck on my tongue.
Yan was pressed down beneath me, kissing me with her eyes closed. I felt Yan was beginning to become intoxicated, so I didn't rush to take off her clothes. Instead, I reached my hand inside from behind and unhooked Yan's bra. I grabbed one of her breasts and began to knead it. Yan's breasts weren't large, but they were the firm and elastic kind. During the kneading of her breasts, Yan seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, and she directly moved her mouth away, panting heavily, and buried her head in my chest. The feeling was just like when I deflowered my first girlfriend. It was truly intoxicating. While I was stripping Yan of her top, she was still muttering my name with her eyes closed, begging me to stop. But she didn't offer any real resistance. I successfully stripped her top off and paused for a moment, placing her beneath me. I braced myself on the bed with both hands, carefully admiring Yan's half-naked body. Yan immediately covered her eyes with one hand and tried to cover mine with the other, telling me not to look. Hahaha, it's funny to think about it now. Wasn't that just unnecessary movement? Perhaps because of that few seconds of pause, when I was about to pull down Yan's pants, she began to resist forcefully. As the saying goes, even a hero can't handle a writhing cunt. I didn't expect Yan to cause such a commotion, and as someone who was cheating for the first time, I was truly at a loss. But one thing was certain: I would never let the cooked duck fly away.

Just as the tug-of-war to pull down her pants had gone on for several rounds without success, Yan suddenly sat up in bed. She grabbed my head with both hands, looking at me with a resolute gaze. Then, she called my name righteously and said, "XX Dong, look at me. Let's not continue, okay? You're hurting me..." and so on, with all sorts of grand pronouncements. After all, in our long-term interactions, I had experienced Yan's strong logical reasoning and articulation skills. When we disagreed online, I often found myself speechless by Yan's arguments and reasoning, and many times I couldn't win an argument against her. Hearing Yan say this, I really started to waver. I just silently stared into Yan's eyes, but I couldn't see any wavering in her gaze. Instead, I felt like a child who had done something wrong, being stared at by Yan with a righteous and stern look. I was confused... but my lower body was still painfully hard. At this moment, I felt that retreating was wrong, and advancing was wrong too. Readers, doesn't this seem funny? But this is the truth. A truly pure and innocent woman with such willpower—that's what makes her so alluring, so intriguing.
After a moment of silence, I released my hold on Yan. Yan got up and picked up her clothes, which I'd tossed under the bed. Just as she was about to put on her bra, I don't know if it was my lust acting up again, but I pulled Yan down again, pinning her beneath me. I wouldn't let her put her clothes on. Yan was stunned by my sudden action, looking at me in terror. I continued to caress and kiss the half-naked Yan. After a few licks, I suddenly changed tactics. This time, instead of rushing to take off Yan's pants, I slowly stripped myself naked first. Yan panicked completely when she saw me taking off my pants. I've mostly forgotten what she said, and I didn't care to hear it. I'd already made up my mind. I was going to have her. Whatever she said, I was determined to be the bad guy. Even if Yan ignores me afterward, I'll still fuck her! My mind was completely occupied by this thought!
In no time, I stripped myself naked, revealing my rather muscular physique and my already bulging, purplish-red penis. After seeing this, Yan covered her eyes and cried out in a tearful voice, "XX Dong, you bastard..." or something like that. I was so horny back then that I don't remember some of what she said very clearly. But I didn't say anything. I just took off Yan's shoes, carried her entire body to the bed, climbed on top of her, and sat on the bed. I lifted her up, making her straddle my waist, trying to get her vagina as close to my penis as possible so she could feel its heat and moisture. Then I buried my head in Yan's chest, sucking on her nipples, and caressing her buttocks and inner thighs with my hands. At this moment, Yan could only look up and breathe heavily, but she still complained about me with a tearful voice. But at this moment, I already knew that Yan was once again becoming disoriented under my forceful assault.
After caressing and sucking for a while, I got up and slowly put Yan down. I felt that Yan's whole body was completely paralyzed, like a dead person, her eyes closed and her small mouth open, panting heavily. So this time, I quickly struck while the iron was hot and started to pull down her pants. But Yan still tried to stop me with her hands, but this time it was clearly a last symbolic resistance. To save time, I pulled down her underwear and pants at the same time. Although Yan said no, her body obviously did not put up much resistance. In this way, I finally broke down all of Yan's defenses. The moment she was completely naked, Yan no longer made any resistance, and she no longer made any noises. She could only silently wait for the storm to come. But at this moment, I was not in a hurry. Instead, I continued to lower my head with satisfaction to admire this hard-won prey. Then I lowered my head and continued to kiss every inch of Yan's skin. So smooth, so tender. As my lips slid down to Yan's lower abdomen, I could clearly feel her entire body trembling, accompanied by soft moans. So beautiful, so intoxicating! I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "So beautiful."
When my lips reached Yan's pubic hair, I took a deep breath through my nose. There was no strange smell. But that special scent was still mesmerizing. Just as I was about to spread Yan's legs and lick her vulva, Yan suddenly grabbed her head with both hands. I looked up. Yan was frowning, shaking her head slightly, indicating that I shouldn't go any further. Okay then. I won't be polite anymore; it's time for my little brother to enjoy the deliciousness. So I lay on top of Yan, and at the same time, I spread her legs. Anyway, it's a traditional fucking position. I lay on top of Yan, French kissing her, while holding my penis in my hand, aiming it at Yan's vulva. As soon as my glans found the entrance, I felt a wave of warm, wet moisture; to be precise, her entire vagina was already soaking wet. Yan clearly felt it too; my large glans was pressing against the entrance of her vagina. Her tongue was moving, her head shaking, making soft, whimpering sounds—a last-ditch effort to resist. But it was all in vain. With an effortless downward thrust of my hips, my entire penis plunged into Yan's vagina. At the same time, Yan instinctively cried out, declaring that from that moment on, she had completely surrendered and succumbed to me.
The moment of passion had arrived, according to typical erotic fantasies. At this point, there should be all sorts of sex, and endless moans of pleasure. In slightly more sophisticated erotic stories, it should be a description of one's own virility and powerful thrusting. However, I want to say that an awkward moment arrived. I don't know if it was because Yan's vagina was too tight, or because I was too nervous. I thrust for less than a minute. Attention, fellow erotic fans. I'll emphasize again, I ejaculated in less than a minute, and directly inside her. You know, when I'm having sex with my wife at home, I can thrust continuously for half an hour without wanting to ejaculate. But this time, I was a bit like Lei Zhengfu (a notorious lewd character in Chinese literature). After ejaculating, I just lay on top of Yan, not even remembering to pull my penis out. I felt very annoyed and ashamed. With the head of my penis trembling inside her vagina, Yan must have felt it too. I didn't dare look at Yan's expression, and neither of us said anything. A moment later, I felt Yan trying to push me away with her small hand. I had no choice but to roll over, not daring to look at her directly. I could only stare at the ceiling, reliving the unpleasant moment of ejaculation, and feeling ashamed and hating myself for being so
weak. After Yan got up, she took some toilet paper and wiped away the semen that had leaked out. She didn't say a word. She put on her underwear and went to the bathroom. I really couldn't imagine what Yan would say when she came out. How should I face her? My mind was full of chaotic thoughts. When I heard the bathroom door open again, I panicked a little. But I still lay flat, motionless, staring at the ceiling. But unexpectedly, Yan was silently lying on my chest like a little lamb. She didn't say a word. One hand was intentionally or unintentionally stroking my cheek and shoulder. Only then did I dare to look at Yan lying on my chest. I found that she was staring at me, but at this moment, her eyes had more of a trendy, cutesy look. Like an innocent child, she silently watched me. At that moment, another comical scene unfolded. Yan's phone rang, and she quickly sat up, grabbed the phone, and made a shushing gesture to me while sitting on the bed. She answered the phone, immediately calling out "Mom." From the conversation, I could tell it was her mother-in-law calling. My relaxed nerves inexplicably became excited again. I sat up and hugged Yan from behind, my hands caressing her breasts while I pressed my face against hers, wanting to hear what Yan was saying to her mother-in-law. As Yan spoke into the phone, she turned her head and gave me a slight frown, as if warning me to keep quiet. Of course, I didn't dare to go too far, just staying close to Yan's face, enjoying the caress of her firm breasts while listening to her talk to her mother-in-law. Apparently, the child couldn't find the tape recorder at home and was calling to ask where it was. At that moment, I felt inexplicably excited again, and my penis instantly swelled up. After hanging up the phone, before Yan could react, I pinned her down again.
After a deep kiss, Yan, who had just put on her underwear, had it pulled off again. Because of the prelude of my first ejaculation, my penis wasn't as sensitive, and I thrust in and out with various positions and intensities. (You can imagine it; there are only so many positions anyway.) This made Yan moan in agony. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "XX Dong, please stop, I can't take it anymore!" I wasn't about to give up; I wanted to reclaim all the territory I had lost. No, I wanted to regain all the face I had lost. I ignored Yan's pleas and instead thrust harder, faster, and more frantically into her vagina. Because I was sitting on the bed with Yan straddling me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I could easily control the movement of her slender body. She couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. Yan kept calling my name and begging for mercy, so I pretended to be angry and said, "What did you call me? How dare you call me by my name?" Yan quickly changed her tune, "Brother, brother, please spare me, I really can't take it anymore." I persisted, thrusting hard, saying, "Who's your brother? Call me husband." Yan probably really couldn't take it anymore, after all, I'd been doing it so intensely for almost 20 minutes. Honestly, with sex, if it's too short, it won't work. If it's too long, the later stages are basically all garbage time, and neither of us gets any pleasure. I hope all you young wolves who have just tasted the forbidden fruit will remember this. The topic veered off course again...
Yan probably really couldn't take it anymore and immediately changed her tune, calling me husband and begging for mercy. It excited me. Suddenly, I felt my penis getting hot, and I had the urge to ejaculate. I simply put Yan on the bed and placed her slender legs on my shoulders. Experienced wolves will definitely know this position. This position puts the woman under you. It allows you to fully expose a woman's vagina to your penis, giving you the sensation of deep penetration. I used this position to thrust forcefully about ten times. I felt my penis getting hot and about to ejaculate, but I held my breath. I cried out passionately, "Ah, ah, ah, it's coming, I'm going to cum!" Actually, I said it on purpose for Yan to hear, because I hadn't used a condom. Yan quickly shook her head and gasped, "Don't put it inside, don't!" Hahaha, I wanted to hear that, I wanted to see her helpless expression, knowing she was about to be penetrated. How can you claim to have possessed a woman's territory if you don't let your semen flow inside her? With a long sigh, my penis went numb, and I used all my strength in my waist, pressing my penis tightly against Yan's vagina without any gaps. A shudder followed, and streams of hot semen shot into Yan's vagina. After ejaculating, I was covered in a cold sweat. But I maintained that position, keeping my penis pressed tightly against Yan's vagina without moving. This way, I could ensure that as much semen as possible entered her body. At the same time, I enjoyed watching Yan's exhausted and limp expression beneath me, utterly blissful.
After a while, I felt my penis slowly soften. Only then did I slowly pull out and lay Yan flat on the bed. By this time, Yan was panting heavily and paralyzed like a dead person. I lay on my side next to Yan, continuing to admire this stunning young woman, while caressing her with my hand. After a long while, Yan slowly opened her eyes. She jumped up and, naked, quickly ran into the bathroom. Of course, I knew what she was going to do. So I half-sat up, lay on the headboard, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. After only a few puffs, Yan came out naked. She continued to snuggle beside me, pretending to be angry as she pinched my arm, saying, "You jerk, you put all that stuff inside! Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" I casually replied, "What's there to be afraid of? I'll just have the baby. I'll raise it." But though I said it, I knew deep down I wouldn't actually take the risk. Yan continued to nestle against me like a little bird, saying, "What should I do? What should I do? How am I supposed to face him when I get home? You've turned me into a bad woman." I said, "Don't overthink it. Truly bad women are born with a child in their bones. You're not that kind of person. You should think of it this way: from now on, you have another man who will love you. You have another source of affection." Yan didn't speak for a long time after hearing this, silently resting her head on my chest. We cuddled like that for about ten minutes. Yan looked at me reluctantly and said, "I have to go now, because I promised her husband I'd wait for him at the KFC in the xxx shopping mall at 4:30 this afternoon." I checked my phone; I knew I'd make it. So I pulled her into a tight hug, pressing her against my chest, and said, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to experience a different kind of life. I hope we can both cherish each other. Let's stay like this forever." That's my honest thought. Yan glanced at me and said, "What if our relationship gets discovered?" I said, "Don't worry, as long as we keep this secret, it won't happen. I'm confident." To be honest, I really was confident. (The ending will tell you guys how to handle it.) After listening, Yan said, "She clung tightly to my chest, lost in her own world." Then I jokingly said, "Your husband is so good." Yan asked, "Why do you say that? You don't even know him." I said, "I want to thank your husband properly, because he personally drove all that way to bring such a wonderful wife to me, and let me enjoy myself to the fullest." After a moment of realization, Yan laughed and punched my chest repeatedly, saying, "You big bad guy, so shameless! You've taken someone else's wife and you're still making sarcastic remarks!" I laughed and said, "What I said is true. It really was your husband who brought you here." And so, we flirted and cuddled for over ten minutes before reluctantly getting dressed and leaving the hotel. I took a taxi to take her to the place where she was to meet her husband.
In the taxi, Yan still clung to my arm, nestled against my shoulder, like a couple deeply in love. When we arrived at our destination, I got out of the taxi with her. Yan asked, somewhat surprised, "Why are you getting out too?" I said, "I'm worried. I need to make sure you're safely in the car before I leave. Otherwise, what if I lose you and your husband keeps coming back for you?" Yan said, "Then you'd better keep your distance." Before she could finish, I said, "I understand, don't worry. I'll be watching you from across the street." A little while later, her husband called, saying he'd be there in about 10 minutes and asked Yan to wait for him at the bus stop. So I stood across the street, quietly watching Yan. Occasionally, we'd make eye contact and exchange knowing smiles. Time passed slowly, and I saw a Honda Odyssey pull up in front of Yan. Before getting in, she glanced at me again. Seeing her husband through the window filled me with a strange excitement. Watching Yan leave, I felt a sense of triumph. I went home too. Before leaving, I bought a small bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), took a sip, and spilled some on myself. After all, I told my wife I was going to a drinking party. I had to smell a bit of alcohol.
After dinner, I watched a few episodes of a TV series with my wife on the sofa before going to bed.
The next day at noon, I turned on my computer and saw Yan's message. She was scolding me, saying, "You bastard, I was tortured yesterday. My whole body aches. I'm never seeing you again." I quickly replied, "No, I'll be gentle next time. I won't be so rough." ... Of course, this was just sweet talk. I don't know which genius once said, "The shortest shortcut to a woman's heart is through her vagina." Now that I think about it, that statement is really true.
In the days that followed, we continued as usual. When we were bored, we would chat for a while. But the topics we discussed became more in-depth. (You can use your imagination for this part.) However, due to Yan's reclusive lifestyle, we only have a chance to be intimate once every two or three months, sometimes only twice a year. But this is better; firstly, it's safe, and secondly, it keeps things fresh for each other. In the following times we made love, Yan naturally became more open. But for Yan, I always maintained a sense of respect for her. She once asked me what our relationship was. I answered that it was more than just a confidante; it was a deep friendship. Every time we made love, I never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do. For example, anal sex, sex toys, etc. Yan didn't accept any of that. Even oral sex, she only did it with me once. And she really didn't know how; it wasn't comfortable at all when I gave her oral sex. However, I secretly took a few pictures while Yan was giving me oral sex. I keep them on my hard drive as a memento. I wouldn't be shameless enough to post them on a website to show off. Because they belong only to me. Every time we made love, I always ejaculated inside her. Because I know that Yan always takes birth control pills after going home. After all, she owns a pharmacy. It's convenient. As I finished writing this, it was almost time for our agreed-upon meeting... Envious, fellow wolves?
If the feedback is good, I'll continue with the story of my second conquest of a young married woman. She was my wife's former colleague, and we were practically best friends. The twists and turns in the story are even more numerous. If Yan was lucky, then this young woman was someone I really had to work incredibly hard to conquer. But the thrill and reward were proportional. She's also the one I've had the most fun with out of my four women so far. And she was incredibly easy to control. Next installment titled "Second Hunt - (My Wife's Colleague, Sister Chen)". If you're looking forward to it, let me see your enthusiasm, hahaha, otherwise I won't write anymore, it's too tiring.
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