Female colleague's sex

I remember a few years ago, we caressed each other on the beach in Qinhuangdao, and were intimate on the Yangtze River ferry. Last year, at a resort hotel
in the mountains, there were many places to go. Just as we were about to make love by the river, fishermen
passed by at night. Lovemaking was simple: first kissing, then rubbing her breasts, then touching her buttocks, taking off her underwear, and having sex from behind
. I remember that time she knelt on the ground and gave me oral sex. In short, it always seemed like something special happened on every trip.

We've known each other for eight or nine years now. Our relationship has slowly grown.
A glance when I first joined the company sealed my fate with this woman. She lived close to the company, and initially, we would
occasionally , and sometimes go to karaoke. When did the warmth of our relationship begin? I try hard to recall
. Was it the intentional or unintentional hand-holding while singing in a karaoke bar? I don't remember.

One time, I forgot my house key, and it was late, so she invited me to stay at her place. She
shared an apartment with a colleague, and we were both afraid of being found out by her colleague, so we always went
in . The next morning, we waited until her colleague left before sneaking out.

That night, I couldn't sleep at all, but nothing happened. I kept thinking about the three rules men should follow:
don't initiate, don't refuse, don't take responsibility. It was nearing winter, and we
slept in our thermal underwear and clothes. I didn't initiate anything, and neither did she. The bed was small, and sometimes I slept with my back to her, wide awake. When I
turned to lean against her, she must have felt my erection. But I was worried at that time because I didn't
know what she was thinking, and I worried that our thoughts were different. For example, I was married and happy
, but due to the inherent flaws of men, I was thinking of just having some fun. She was a
girl . "Is she a virgin? Should I take responsibility? Will she just cling to me like this?" Because of
these thoughts, I didn't want to sleep with her. And she was the same. Although I didn't know her situation
(for example, whether she had been with men before, or many), she didn't want me to mistakenly think she was a promiscuous woman,
so she rarely took the initiative. The most intimate thing we did that night was that she touched me, and we kissed.
These are important signs of taking a step further in a relationship.

Many things happened afterward, but I can't remember when we had our first time. I only
know my toy suited her well; she was rather slender and thin, perhaps with a shorter vagina. As for my
wife, I'm often told I can't satisfy her. So, men shouldn't be insecure; the key is to find the right one for
you to unleash your potential.

Regarding sexual ability, for men, it's primarily a matter of novelty and excitement. If it's novel
and exciting , most men are incredibly capable. Back in school, my wife and I used to have sex three times a day. After being together
for a long time, the novelty naturally wore off. Women get older and become even more virile, and I, lacking that
novelty, couldn't demonstrate my prowess. But with other women, it's better to steal one than to have a concubine. The tension
and excitement each time makes it irresistible, naturally boosting prowess. Then there's the ethical paradox, so I won't go into that.

Let me briefly introduce my colleague. She has a great figure, a slim waist, and a sweet face. Her initially
flat buttocks have become perky, and her breasts have gone from a B to a C cup. Every time we're together, it's satisfying, and I'm
satisfied . She's very obedient, saying that I taught her all her techniques, which I don't believe. She'll kneel down and give me oral sex, very enthusiastically.
She's willing to stand naked in front of the mirror to have sex, and we shower together. She's a bold girl; she even
encourages me to have sex outdoors. I must reiterate, I'm extremely satisfied every time we have sex; and she always
has several orgasms, which is also satisfying for her. So, even though we only meet occasionally (once a month),
she still likes me.

I want to say that everyone reading this probably knows about "massage parlors." It depends on how you look at it. Just having sex is
fine, but actually, "massage parlors" aren't very interesting. It's the standard procedure: waterbed, massage, oral sex, anal licking, and sex.
There's enjoyment in it, but that's about it.
Doing sex with a woman I have feelings for, who's even more skilled than a massage parlor worker , makes the massage parlor seem meaningless; I haven't been there in years.

It's precisely because of the mutual inner and outer satisfaction we experience together that our relationship has remained
strong. She's getting married, and I'm probably just a strong man to comfort her body. I
never pry into her life, like how many men she's been with. We keep our
secrets.

For me, it's just a secret affair; she's a very good sex partner, and I'm grateful for and satisfied with the satisfaction she
gives me.

After we initially shared an apartment for a while, she moved in alone, which made things much more convenient for those few years. For
a while, we went to teahouses—38 yuan per person, small private rooms—where sex wasn't allowed, but
everything else was possible. Sometimes, when I took her home at noon, we'd have a quickie. Sometimes we'd have sex outdoors,
in the community garden, wearing skirts—it was easy, really exciting! Now she's not able to have sex anymore,
so we have to do it in hotels.

Let me tell you about this trip. Around 12:30 AM, we met by the river. It was a quiet Friday
night , and most people had gone home to sleep. She said she really wanted to go, and I was also incredibly eager.
Even though it was so late, I felt it would be a waste of such a beautiful time if nothing happened, so I
called her out despite the lateness. Perhaps it was her inner turmoil or something else, but she never refused my advances.

We walked to a secluded spot away from the roadside, embraced, and I freed her breasts from my top,
sucking on them , which seemed particularly lewd. But that's how a woman's emotions are aroused. While kissing her,
I touched her round buttocks with my hands, my lower body already hard, pressing against her indentation, so incredibly lewd. Feeling
her like that, I took off her pants and underwear, revealing her snow-white buttocks, but there was no one around.

Looking at the bright starry sky and the bright streetlights, I turned her around from the front, her buttocks sticking out. Since we were both wearing
pants, it was difficult to penetrate her, so I sat on a stone bench. She leaned closer, her buttocks sticking out, and explored with her hand. Aiming,
she was very wet, indicating she was very eager. I groped for her to insert. She moved slowly a few times, sitting on the bottom, very impatient.
Because , you know, when a man is tired, a woman moving on top is a form of rest. This was the beginning of the battle, my mind full of desire,
my body full of energy. I couldn't tolerate a woman's hesitation. I lifted her buttocks and stood up, and then began a series of rapid thrusts.
Ah, so exhilarating! But this excitement only lasted a few minutes before the person who was looking for me called me, so I pulled out and
quickly went back. Damn it.

The trip ended and I returned to my accommodation around 6:30 PM, booking a room. She went up first, then
followed ; without mentioning dinner, she just took off her clothes to satisfy her urges. She came five times that night. I really want to recall
the details; I pulled down her pants, just wanted to have sex with her first time. It's always hard to come at this point, because orgasm requires
emotional arousal, and she seemed very eager. When she was on top, I loved it when she served me like that,
touching my anus with one hand while kissing my breasts, sometimes playing with my other hand, while
moving her hips up and down—it was truly intoxicating. Once she was wet enough, I started
thrusting from below, and quickly, she hugged me tightly—it was my first time.

Doing it from below is very unpleasant because you don't feel any stimulation yourself. He simply rolled over and
began the second round of thrusting. In the normal position, he only needed to vary the speed, following his emotions. His glans slowly pushed open the
opening, and gradually he felt his body tremble; the symptoms of impending orgasm were very obvious. However, at this point, it was difficult for
the man to resist, so he adjusted his pace and endured, because satisfaction was right before him. Finally, there was
a second time, with her holding him tightly.

When she loosened her grip a little, it meant it was time to continue. He slowly thrust in and out. The woman's orgasmic sensations hadn't subsided;
with just a little stimulation, a third orgasm quickly followed.

After a short rest, he repeated the technique, and soon there was a fourth. During this process, it was quite tiring for the man
, as he had been holding back from ejaculating.

Later, they moved to the floor, and he entered her from behind. Due to the buildup from the previous thrusts, he had even less urge to ejaculate. So he became even more
vigorous, relentlessly forceful, and she came again. She said that women really could be fucked to death. "

I'm done," he said, "I'm so tired. It's already past 8 o'clock." He put on a condom, entered her in the most normal position, thrusting, and slowly
brought her to orgasm, ejaculating.

Because of past experience, I never climax with a woman simultaneously. A man's climax is about wanting to thrust wildly,
while a woman's climax is about holding you tightly. I once had a shared climax, but it wasn't very comfortable.

I was tired, so I rested and slept until 10:30 PM. The woman, on the other hand, wasn't tired; she showered and undressed. She bought
takeout and we ate. Afterwards, cigarettes are always a man's way of releasing his deepest pride and satisfaction.

The next morning, we did it again, and she came again. Due to physical limitations and the fact that I'd been with her all night
, I couldn't rekindle the initial passion. I ejaculated on her stomach.

I left around noon, ending our tryst.

Therefore, affairs shouldn't be frequent. The key is the novelty and excitement. Without these,
while the body may be satisfied, the heart remains unsatisfied, and the fun is lost.

This story is dedicated to men and women on the path of affairs. Remember to be safe. This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental.

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