Passion after falling in love with a married woman

I met her at a trade fair. I learned she was the sales manager of this company, and her booth was right across from mine. Watching her explain her company's products to the customers coming and going, and listening to her cheerful voice, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times: she wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very feminine charm.

She was in her thirties, around 165cm tall, with a full figure, exuding the allure of a mature woman. At that moment, I knew I had to get to know her. So I walked up to her booth. She looked up at me and said, "Hello, sir, please take a look at our products. We are a French brand of skincare products, and we also have men's products. You can take a look, or you can buy a set for your wife." I smiled at her and said, "Sure! Where is your company located? I can visit your place sometime." She smiled happily and said, "Okay." In her laughter, I saw her row of white teeth and sexy lips. I really wanted to kiss her! She gave me her business card.

I looked at it and realized that her company was right next to mine. Taking advantage of a time when there were fewer customers, I chatted with her enthusiastically. Her name was Zhuang Wei, and she also had an English name, Jeany. She had been married for five years and had a two-year-old child. Her husband worked in real estate, and they were quite wealthy. That's how we met. After that, I often walked her home after work, sometimes even late at night, just to be friends with her.

Gradually, we became very close and talked about everything. She told me that her husband was often away on business trips, and her child was with her parents. Sometimes she felt lonely and bored. When she said this, she lowered her head, looking pitiful. I felt sorry for her, so I took her hand and comforted her. I suggested we go hiking or have some fun on the weekend, and she happily agreed. We also often chatted on the phone. Unfortunately, her husband was always home for a while, so we didn't have a chance to go out. Finally, one weekend when her husband wasn't home, I called her and asked if she was free to go hiking together. She excitedly agreed.

So I went to pick her up. When I got to the entrance of her apartment complex, I saw her already waiting there. She was wearing a white t-shirt and loose black shorts, which accentuated her fair skin. She walked towards me, her full breasts heaving. I opened the car door, and she bent over, her head bowed. As she bent over, I saw her fair breasts and the deep cleavage. I felt a surge of heat. Looking at her sitting next to me, her fair thighs pressed together, I immediately had the urge to kiss her.

But I restrained myself. You know, things that are too easily obtained often don't mean much. When we reached the foot of the mountain, I parked the car. It was the weekend, and there were quite a few people hiking. "Do you often come here to hike?" she asked me. "Yes, I come here often. I really like it. I especially love the feeling of climbing to the top and seeing the whole mountain below," I said. "And you, do you often go hiking?" "No, I don't come hiking alone, and he's not interested either. Do you usually come with your wife and kids, or with other people?" she asked with a smile.

I knew who she meant by "other people." "No, usually with my family."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, we began our hike. The path was easy to walk. Sometimes we walked side by side, sometimes I was in front, sometimes I was behind. Her hips were very round and large, and the outline of her panties was visible through her black shorts, making it impossible to tell the color. Her full hips swayed from side to side as she moved her legs forward, revealing her snow-white, rounded thighs and beautifully curved calves—truly sexy! It gives you an immediate urge to touch it.

I quickly walked to her side, and her sweat-drenched appearance was incredibly alluring. The sweat clung to her t-shirt, making her breasts appear prominent and tremble, adding to her sexiness, as if she were tempting me. Seeing her panting, I took her hand and led her forward, bringing our bodies closer together. I would occasionally brush against her with my body, my thighs frequently touching her buttocks. Her firm, full buttocks aroused me. As we walked, we unknowingly approached the summit. Our long conversation had brought us closer together. Sometimes she would even wipe my sweat. At one point, we were face to face, and I almost kissed her. She would laugh and pull away, sensing my change in her demeanor, and walk on with her head down, a little shy.

Suddenly, she tripped over something and lurched forward. I quickly reached out and caught her, my hands naturally encircling her breasts. They were so soft and comfortable; my penis instantly hardened. I held her close, my penis naturally pressing against her buttocks. My hands couldn't help but knead her breasts. "No, not here, someone will see," she struggled to move away, but still held onto my hand. Seeing her somewhat unbearable expression, I couldn't resist. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled her close, kissed her lips, wrapped my left arm around her waist, and pressed my right hand down on her head, preventing her from moving. She struggled, pushing against my chest with her hands, but her strength grew weaker and weaker. I moved my left hand down to her buttocks, kneading them forcefully. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my swollen penis pressing erect against her lower abdomen. I could feel the heat emanating from her. But we were by the roadside, and I was afraid someone might come, so I didn't kiss her for too long and gently released her. At that moment, I already knew that possessing her was only a matter of time.

"You're so bad, you're bullying me," she said, feigning anger as she looked at me.

I took her hand: "Who told you to be so charming and sexy? I couldn't help myself."

She giggled: "Really?"

"Really."

I reached out and put my arm around her waist, half-embracing her as we moved forward. She slapped my hand away and let me hold her.

An hour and a half later, we reached the summit, seeing distant peaks rising one after another, with occasional white clouds drifting among them. The endless waves and troughs of the hillside were so beautiful that we lost ourselves in the moment, holding hands, shouting and jumping. We forgot everything. At that moment, life felt truly wonderful. Watching her so happy, picking flowers and taking pictures, her laughter never stopped, I felt genuinely happy. This was the joy I brought her!

Amidst the laughter, the sky gradually darkened. On the way back, she held my hand the whole way, and I occasionally stole a kiss. When we reached the halfway point down the hill, we were both a little tired. Taking advantage of the fading light, I led her to a rock in the nearby woods to sit down. I gently pulled her close, holding her to my chest. She struggled for a moment, then settled down. I used the tip of my tongue to part her lips. At first, she was passive, but gradually she accepted me. We kissed passionately, my hands caressing her breasts. Her full breasts stirred within me, and I immediately wanted to make love to her. But she gripped my hands tightly, preventing me from going under her clothes. Yet, the moans emanating from her throat told me of her inner desire. I didn't force it. At the same time, I was worried that it was too dark to see the way down the mountain, so we sat for a while before continuing our descent.

By the time we reached the bottom, it was completely dark. Neither of us was in a hurry to go back. After dinner, I started the car and drove slowly. For a moment, neither of us could find a topic of conversation. We drove in silence. I looked at her, and she turned to look at me. In her eyes, I seemed to see a kind of expectation. I couldn't resist any longer and drove to a secluded spot. I got out of the car. She followed me out. In this quiet suburb, I held her again. This time she didn't struggle, but leaned against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, stroking her back and gradually moving to her buttocks. My hands kneaded her full buttocks, the intense fleshiness making my penis swell and press against her lower abdomen. "No, don't do this, we can't do this," Jeany whispered, resisting. I kissed her, searching for her tongue, but she kept her lips tightly closed, not letting me enter. I reached inside her clothes, turned her around, and hugged her from behind, kissing her ear, my hands constantly stroking her waist. Suddenly, I grasped her breasts, and she cried out, "Ah—!" I unhooked her bra from behind. My hands firmly grasped her breasts; they were so soft and full, even after having children, they were firmer than my wife's. I gently rubbed her nipples with two fingers, my tongue exploring her earlobe. Her struggles gradually weakened, and I turned her around, pressing her against the car body. She pleaded, "No, no... oh..."

Suddenly she increased her strength and pushed me away abruptly. "We can't, we both have families, we can't." I was stunned, but lust overcame everything. I suddenly picked her up, opened the car door, and pressed her onto the back seat, kissing her passionately at the same time. This time, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth. I don't know how she accepted my kiss so readily. I was experienced, kissing her slowly and deliberately, occasionally licking her earlobe. I pulled up her t-shirt, kissing her neck, gradually moving towards her breasts. My tongue circled around her nipples, while my other hand slipped inside her shorts, caressing her bare legs. She instinctively tried to block me with her hands, but I sucked hard on her nipple, the sensation making her moan, "Mmm..."

Without hesitation, I quickly removed her top and shorts, leaving her in only her panties. I sucked on her pink nipples, gently biting them with my teeth, while my hands caressed her flat, white abdomen. Her exposed nipples and body were intensely stimulated, and waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. "Let me go... oh... no..." Jeany tilted her head back, her face contorting in agony, her long black hair cascading down her slender, white neck like a waterfall. This only fueled my lust; her genitals seemed quite full. Her full, rounded thighs gleamed, her slender calves were firm and straight. I removed her last piece of underwear, and at the same time, I stripped off my own clothes, pressing my 16cm long, thick penis against her lower abdomen.

"No! Don't!" Jeany could already feel my burning desire. I caressed her beautiful, smooth legs. Jeany tried to squeeze them together, but her waist was too weak to support her, and I easily parted them. I stuck out my tongue and sucked on the fleshy part between her thighs. Under my skilled tongue technique, Jeany immediately felt a tingling sensation in her lower body. She wanted to resist; this was a place only her husband could touch, a place no other man had ever touched before. She didn't want to betray her husband, but the tingling pleasure still inevitably flooded her mind, constantly battling with painful thoughts. I lowered my head, seemingly increasing the pressure, making soft, smacking sounds. Jeany's consciousness gradually blurred; she felt wetness in her lower body. I raised my head and played with her tender petals with my fingers.

The sensations Jeany had felt in the mist seemed to suddenly become real; the physical sensations were so shameful yet so real. At this moment, I inserted my fingers into her vagina; the wet, soft walls of flesh immediately enveloped my fingers, and I slowly began to thrust in and out. "How does masturbation feel? You must do it often at home, right?" "No... um... be gentle..." Her beautiful body was enveloped in pain and shame, but the tingling sensation made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together, desperately trying to suppress the sensations inside her. "Ah!" Jeany finally let out a moan through her tightly bitten lips. Finally, she felt pleasure. I don't know when, but she pushed my hands away and hugged me tightly. She moaned softly, the moans were very faint, but they were enough to shake one's soul. I sucked tightly on her pink areola, circling it with my tongue. My glans gently rubbed around her vaginal opening. Her body writhed uncontrollably. "Ah...no...you can't," she cried, her body burning with desire. Her snow-white flesh awaited the man's touch, the nourishment of his lovemaking. Jeany's full thighs parted in discomfort. "Ah...God...oh...I can't take it anymore..." I continued to rub. "Ah...ah...ah..." Jeany moaned with pleasure. Looking at the joyful expression on her elegant face, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Quick!...stop it...help me..." Jeany's lustful voice and expression made me swallow hard.

I knelt in the carriage, leaning my upper body against her, lifting one of Jeany's legs with one hand and placing it on my shoulder, while the other hand grasped my stiff, almost bursting penis and rubbed it against her already wet clitoris. Jeany suppressed the urge to scream, closed her eyes, and I thrust forward, my hot penis instantly penetrating deep into her lubricated vagina. "Ah...ah...oh...no...oh..."

The first time I penetrated, Jeany opened her mouth wide and cried out, "No!" But when I pulled out and penetrated again, her open mouth became a breathtaking "oh..." I watched my thick, dark penis going in and out of her turned-up labia, [This beautiful woman is mine!] My heart was filled with the joy of conquest. Jeany's eyes were tightly shut, her breath seemingly stopped. My skillful sexual techniques made her feel as if each thrust was impacting her heart, throwing her to the heavens, every cell in her body throbbing in rhythm.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore!... Oh... Faster... Oh... I'm going to die!"

Jeany moaned lasciviously, no longer caring about her own position. Although the man's thrusting speed was slow, each back and forth movement, the sound of flesh squeezing deep inside her, made her unable to control her moans. I changed positions in the car, and with each change, she cried out excitedly, "So exciting! So exciting!!" After three or four hundred thrusts, my pace quickened, the pleasurable squeezing intensified, and I relentlessly pushed into Jeany's body. The young woman's wanton body had reached a point of no return.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore! Ah...oh..."

"Oh...good...so thick...so long...oh...oh...so comfortable...so good...mmm...it feels so good...I can't take it anymore!..."

"Listen to that! Our esteemed lady actually utters such words." My words excited her even more. She rapidly moved her hips, feeling unprecedented pleasure. Her upper body arched back, her long hair disheveled and obscuring her face. She swayed her waist passionately to match the thrusting of my penis, simultaneously thrusting her full breasts towards the man's hands, desperately stroking and shaking them. She was already panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Her hands held me tightly, and her vaginal muscles contracted strongly, clamping my penis tightly. This feeling immediately sent me to a climax of pleasure. My penis convulsed uncontrollably, and as that indescribable pleasure surged to my brain, my vision went black, and spurts of semen gushed out. I thrust deep into the very depths of her vagina. Her uterus contracted strongly, a wave of ecstasy washing over her. She gripped my back tightly with both hands, her legs arching high and clamping around my waist. A gush of her hot, thick love juice sprayed onto my glans. She had climaxed!!

Seeing her eyes tightly closed, holding me close, her body pressed tightly against mine, her expression one of boundless satisfaction after her orgasm, my penis still inside her, I shifted slightly, and she cried out, "No...don't move...it's so itchy inside, so stimulating...ah..." Jeany kissed my chest, her hands stroking my back as she murmured, "So comfortable, so comfortable, thank you, I haven't had this in years." "This feeling..." I hugged her, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. Her breasts were even fuller and firmer after her orgasm. I kneaded her breasts, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, her fullness changing shape in my hands, her nipples protruding. I couldn't resist lowering my head and taking one into my mouth, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. My fingers gradually moved to her lush vulva, gently teasing her nipples, sometimes slipping between her folds...

"Oh..." Jeany groaned again, unable to bear it any longer. My penis, inserted inside her, gradually swelled and hardened. She became increasingly wet. I gently pulled my penis out. "Don't come out...don't...I want..." she cried. "Ah...so deep...so good..." With my sudden entry, she cried out in pleasure, "Ah..." I put her in the car, and another round of intense thrusting began. With my thunderous thrusts, Jeany's body trembled uncontrollably. Her vagina gripped and twisted my hard, tiger-like penis, her full buttocks swaying from side to side and moving back and forth, responding to my thrusts. The hands stretched out on both sides were shaking like the wings of a bird, sometimes grabbing my arm, sometimes holding it tightly with five fingers, as if the flesh was being executed. Amidst the sounds of physical collisions of "pipai, pipai", Jeany clenched her silver teeth, frowned and closed her eyes, her head swung from side to side until her hair was disheveled, she was sweating profusely, and she was lost in the pleasure of sensuality.

I turned her over and made her kneel on the chair. I pressed my erect penis against her wet vaginal opening. Jeany writhed in discomfort, moaning incessantly, anticipating my entry. In the moonlight, her full buttocks appeared even more sexy and alluring. I kneaded her tempting flesh with both hands, thrusting my body forward. At the same time, Jeany let out a satisfied cry: "Ah..." My penis entered an infinitely soft and hot embrace, and waves of suffocating, tingling sensations spread to every nerve in my body, making me unable to stop thrusting for even half a second. I can't remember how many times I thrust, nor how much time passed. I only know that I kept repeating the same movements until the pleasure filled my entire body, making me feel like I was about to explode. Then I concentrated all my strength in my lower body and thrust wildly into her swollen, blood-red vulva, making squelching sounds. With deep love for this woman, I pushed my glans as deep as I could.

Suddenly, a sensation like being electrocuted struck my brain with lightning speed. My whole body involuntarily shivered several times. The surging semen inside me, like arrows on a bowstring, instantly passed through my erect penis, like a machine gun that had been loaded, firing a barrage of bullets into the end of Jeany's vagina. At the same time, Jeany, as if shot, opened her mouth and shouted, "Ah! ... Ah! ...", her body twisting excitedly, her muscles twitching, letting my fresh, hot semen wash over her cervix.

After a fierce battle, we were both exhausted. Jeany clung to me like a vine, panting and sweating profusely. We embraced, savoring the afterglow of our climax, waves of pleasure enveloping our bodies. We continued to caress and kiss, and after what seemed like an eternity, we gradually separated. In the hazy moonlight, I started the car. Jeany sat beside me, nestled close. I put my right arm around her shoulder and slowly drove home.

From then on, we became intimate lovers. We often secretly met on the beach, on islands, and even in the mountains and wilderness, leaving our footprints of lovemaking.

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