Having sex with another man's wife

After graduating from university, I was assigned to a factory in this ordinary southern city. The factory was located almost between the city center and the suburbs, and transportation was extremely inconvenient. On my first day, I rode a muddy bus, swaying and enduring the shouts of the conductor arguing with passengers. Looking out at the roadside weeds, my mood plummeted
.

As is customary, newly assigned students had to intern in the workshop for a year. I was assigned to an assembly workshop, where my task was to do odd jobs, helping the workers in my team with parts and cleaning finished products. Every day, my life was a monotonous routine: dormitory, canteen, and workshop.

The atmosphere in the workshop was typical of a state-owned enterprise: inefficient and overstaffed. I spent half my day hiding somewhere sleeping or reading newspapers, or just chatting. However, I didn't have much in common with the workers in the workshop; it was all just gossip and trivial matters, which I found incredibly tiresome.

But the team leader, Old Zhang, was quite nice; he was a very kind middle-aged man who took good care of me. As the saying goes, more work, more pay; less work, less pay. The average income of the workers in the workshop was pitifully low. Take Old Zhang, for example. He had worked in this factory for over ten years, and his basic salary was only a little over a hundred yuan. His bonus, paid quarterly, was only a few dozen yuan. As for me, needless to say, my salary was barely enough for food; even peanuts and a bottle of beer were a luxury.

The boring days passed one after another, and I had been working for over a month. One morning, while I was reading the newspaper, several female workers from my team suddenly escorted a young woman into the factory.

They all started asking her questions, and after a while, I understood. She was from the quality control department, responsible for our team's products. She had been on maternity leave for a few days, and today was her first day back at work. I looked at her from afar. She wore a red trench coat and black skinny jeans. Her black high heels made her look very tall, and her makeup, though heavy, was very appropriate. Because she had just given birth, her figure was full, especially her breasts, which were prominently displayed.

She suddenly glanced in my direction, her dark, bright eyes radiating elegance and tranquility. I quickly lowered my head. With the crisp sound of her high heels, she walked to my side. "You're new here, right?"

"Yes, an intern."

"Oh, so you're a college graduate. Which mentor are you working with?"

"Mentor Qian."

"Then I'm your senior!"

After she left, the faint scent of her perfume lingered for a long time. From everyone's conversation, I learned her name was Xue Li, also a college graduate, and had been working here for three years. She was a well-known beauty in the factory, always dressed in the latest fashions. But what I found even more attractive was her refined气质 (qi zhi - a kind of elegant and refined demeanor). Strangely, her husband was an ordinary worker in a large collective enterprise with a less-than-stellar reputation. "Perhaps everyone has their own preferences," said Sister Zhao from the work group.

And so, Xue Li rejoined our work group, adding a touch of brightness to our otherwise mundane days.

Time passed slowly, and we gradually became familiar with each other. We always had many things in common, and coincidentally, we shared the same birthday, the only difference being that she was three years older than me. Knowing I lived in a single dormitory and didn't have much to eat, she often cooked delicious food and brought it to me in a small, elegant lunchbox. Being careless, I often forgot to return it, so several lunchboxes piled up in my dorm room. When I thanked her, she always said, "Don't mention it, I'm your senior!"

At her daughter's 100-day celebration, everyone in our class chipped in twenty yuan for her, but she insisted on returning it to me privately. I refused, and she later bought me a pretty little lighter, explaining that she thought it wasn't easy for me living alone. She also often said she'd introduce me to a girlfriend sometime, so I wouldn't always bother her.

We talked about almost everything, but whenever the topic turned to her husband and family, she always avoided it, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes, making me feel that beneath her calm and elegant exterior, there must be something she didn't want to talk about.

One early summer day, she didn't go to work, sending someone to say she was sick. Although it was only a day without seeing her, I felt a void. The next day, when I saw her again, I was shocked. Although she was still wearing light makeup, it couldn't hide her haggard face and slightly swollen eyes. When everyone asked her, she only said she had a cold, but I knew that couldn't be true.

I quietly asked her, "Senior, I know you don't have a cold. Can you tell me what's wrong?" She hurriedly avoided my eyes, lowered her head, and tapped the table with her finger, without saying a word. The day passed like this, and she seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding me.

Because a batch of orders hadn't been completed, we had to work overtime that night. While getting food in the cafeteria, she saw that no one was around and suddenly said to me, "Xiao Yu, can you wait for me behind the workshop at 9 pm?" I nodded, and she lowered her head and left.

I don't know how the next few hours passed. I vaguely knew that she would tell me something, but I didn't know how to listen or what the outcome would be.

At 9 pm, I arrived at the lawn behind the factory as agreed. Silver moonlight streamed down through the leaves, dappling the ground. It was very quiet, except for the chirping of crickets. She was already standing there waiting for me, wearing a pale yellow suit, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels, which accentuated her full and pretty figure. Her loosely tied-up hair still smelled of shampoo—it seemed she had just showered at the factory. My heart suddenly started pounding, a premonition that something was going to happen tonight.

"Can I have a cigarette?" That was her first sentence. Just as I had guessed, she began to tell me her story, a topic she had never wanted to talk about before. Her calm tone made it seem as if she were recounting something unrelated to herself.

Three years ago, she graduated and came here, the undisputed beauty of the factory, with a long string of suitors, but a dark figure had his eye on her. This person was her current husband, a notorious bully who had beaten up colleagues and superiors, and was constantly in police custody; he had lost his stable job and was sent to a large collective factory.

How could Xue Li possibly be interested in such a person? She resolutely rejected him. But little did she know that the nightmare was about to begin. From stalking and intimidation to causing trouble at Xue Li's parents' house and assaulting any man connected to her, he subjected her to this tyranny for almost a year. Xue Li, weeping as she watched her aging and haggard parents, had no choice but to submit—to marry him.

During their honeymoon, he pretended to be decent, but soon reverted to his old ways. He was lazy, drank, and gambled. If Xue Li showed the slightest dissatisfaction, he would verbally abuse her and even become violent. Xue Li was a strong-willed woman and didn't want to talk about these things in front of others, because she didn't want to hurt her parents anymore. She always told him he was very good to her, but her tears were shed in secret.

After having a child, Xue Li thought he might have toned it down, but one morning when she returned home to get something, she discovered him in bed with another glamorous woman.

After being discovered, he became even more brazen, openly bringing different women home and even forcing Xue Li to sleep with his cronies, claiming it was a win-win situation. Xue Li refused to submit, even unto death, resulting in frequent verbal abuse and beatings…

The moonlight shone on her serene face, emitting a soft glow. Except for her slightly trembling eyelashes, no one could tell that she had just recounted such an experience. My heart ached terribly; I couldn't believe that beneath her elegant and tranquil exterior lay such misfortune and suffering. I didn't know what to say, and could only stand silently behind her.

After a long while, she gently turned around and asked me, "Xiao Yu, do you like me?" My head spun, and I didn't know how to answer. My hands instinctively reached for her shoulders, and she slipped into my arms.

My breath caught in my throat, and our lips finally met. Her lips were full and soft, yet icy cold. I stroked her back; she trembled. I finally exhaled deeply and said, "My senior, I like you. Really, from the first moment I saw you, I couldn't control myself from liking
you."

She didn't speak, but nuzzled my face with her cool, puppy-dog nose, and continued to kiss me... We stood there embracing for a long time, until finally she told me I should go back. Watching her ride away on her bicycle, I felt only heartache, because I didn't know what kind of torment she would face from that scoundrel when she got back.

The next day, when we met again in the work group, although we both pretended to be nonchalant, I could sense a clear change in her. Her pretty face was radiant, and occasionally, a hint of shyness and unease, typical of a girl experiencing first love, would flash across her eyes.

Several days passed like this. It was May Day, a factory holiday. My roommate, Xiao Liu, went to visit his girlfriend in another small city. I was reading in my dorm when the mailroom downstairs called. It was Xue Li. She said, "Can I come see you? I made you something nice to eat." I said, "Of course
." So we agreed to meet downstairs at 7 pm.

It was a refreshing evening after the rain, and my mood seemed to have escaped from the stifling heat.

When I saw her, I was amazed by her beauty. She looked elegant in a silver-gray suit, and her black stockings and high heels were incredibly sexy. She smiled quietly when she saw me. I led her into the building. As we passed the mailroom, the widowed woman there looked at us with a strange expression. Who cares! As soon as

we entered my room, I locked the door, and we embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Xue Li's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were misty, and I held her burning body, unable to control myself.

We slumped onto my bed, her fragrant breath mingling with hers as she softly asked, "Little brother, do you want me?" I murmured, "Yes, sister. You know, this is my first time." It was true; I'd kissed other girls in college, but never had any real physical intimacy.

Xue Li seemed a little surprised, then giggled and said, "Then shall I take you?" I lay down on the bed, her arm around mine. She reached out and turned off the light, but since it was still early, we could still see
everything .

The mosquito net was lowered, and Xue Li gently lay on top of me, kicking off her shoes. I pleaded, "Sister, please don't take your shoes off, okay? I like you in high heels." She shyly tapped my nose and said, "You little pervert." But then she put her shoes back on.

Gently, my belt was unbuckled, and my penis sprang out, the swollen, red glans startling me. Xue Li said, "Wow, your baby's so big!" I could only reply, "Because I love you!"

She lifted her skirt, revealing black panties, which I helped her take off. Xue Li casually slipped them onto her wrist. My hand caressed her buttocks, feeling their fullness and roundness. Her abdomen was still quite firm, not like that of a young married woman.

Xue Li insisted that I not see her private parts, so I had no choice but to give in. My hand then rested on her breasts, which were unbelievably full, probably because she was still breastfeeding.

Xue Li moaned softly, parted her legs, and gently sat down, holding my penis in her hand. I watched my thick penis slowly disappear beneath her pubic hair, and then I felt dizzy, as if I had entered another world—so warm, so moist, as if an indescribable electric current flowed through my entire body.

Xue Li lay on top of me, gently wriggling her hot body. Her warm breath brushed against my neck, tickling but so comfortable! My hand touched the point where our bodies were joined, clearly feeling my penis moving in and out of her vagina. With the wetness of her fluids, my body seemed to float, and my consciousness
became somewhat hazy.

As Xue Li's moans grew louder, our movements became faster and faster… Finally, a tingling pleasure shot from my waist and legs to the back of my head, and my penis throbbed violently inside Xue Li. Xue Li let out a soft moan and lay on top of me for a long, long time.

When we remembered we should get up, night had already quietly fallen. I turned on the light and looked at my dear sister. Xue Li looked shy and complained, "Look at you, you've leaked so much, my skirt is all wet!"

I looked, and indeed, the back of her skirt was also soaked. I pulled her close around the waist and said, "Consider this my mark on you!"

She laughed, "You're so naughty, who wants your filth?"

I tickled her ribs and asked, "Is it really dirty?" She struggled to break free, but failed. Finally, she nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and whispered, "It's not dirty, I like it..."

From that day on, we began to experience a life we had never known before, and life seemed to become richer. However, a very practical problem arose: we had nowhere to make love. Her house was out of the question, and my dormitory, being a shared room, was also out of the question.

A few days later, Xue Li suddenly whispered to me, "Let's meet at the factory's playground tonight."

The playground was on the edge of the factory area, and apart from the annual sports meet, it was practically deserted, surrounded by dense woods, very quiet. I arrived there long beforehand, hearing only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.

Xue Li finally arrived gracefully, and I hugged her, saying, "Sister, I've missed you so much."

We were intimate for a while, and my penis became erect, pressing against her abdomen. Xue Li laughed, gently running her fingers over the area, and said, "You're being naughty again."

I smelled the warm, fleshy scent emanating from her neck and replied, "How could I be well-behaved? Unless I'm a eunuch." Xue Li said, "Do you want me?" I said, "Of course I do, but I can't!" She said, "This way is fine too!"

I was curious how. Xue Li bent down and pulled off the right leg of her pantyhose and white panties, then loosened my belt, pulling out my already thick penis with her soft hands, breathing slightly, and said, "Come on, baby."

She leaned against the tree, raising her right leg to the side. I leaned back slightly, and it really was easy to penetrate her vagina. I held her right leg with my left hand and her buttocks with my right, her hands tightly wrapped around my back.

I began to thrust, and Xue Li began to moan, murmuring, "Little brother, fuck me, fuck me hard..." I couldn't believe these words came from my usually dignified and elegant sister; I was so excited that my temples were throbbing.

We could both hear the wet, sensual sounds of our bodies colliding, our tongues intertwined, sucking at each other's desires and madness.

After a while, raindrops suddenly began to fall. Xue Li took a folding umbrella from her purse, opened it, and held it over our heads. Listening to the crisp sound of the raindrops hitting the umbrella, we became even more engrossed, not caring if others saw us.

Caressing and thrusting, my sister slowly moved her body to match my movements. Finally, I reached my climax, a surge of heat shooting deep into her. Suddenly, my sister began to sob softly. I was frightened, thinking something was wrong.

After a while, she said shyly, "I had an orgasm, really, this is the first time I've had one since I got married! It felt so good."

I asked, "Then why are you crying?"

She said, "I don't know, I just couldn't help crying."

Days passed, and traces of our love remained in many places outside the factory. One evening, as usual, we met on a patch of grass. I sat on the ground, legs outstretched, and Xue Li, facing me, lifted her short skirt to her waist and straddled me. We were tightly joined together again.

I stroked her exposed, snow-white buttocks when I suddenly noticed a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre watching us from afar. I was nervous and secretly moved a stone to my side, saying to Xue Li, "Someone's watching us." She glanced back and said, "Never mind him, let him watch, let him have his fun." With that, she increased the amplitude of her movements.

The man didn't do anything, but his hand went inside his pants and moved up and down. Being watched while making love was surprisingly exciting, and we quickly reached our climax...

As the saying goes, if you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place. Although we were both careful to act normally at work, feelings are something that cannot be hidden. Especially Xue Li, who often couldn't help but show affectionate expressions and gestures, sometimes even kissing me when no one was around. Gradually, rumors started to circulate, but she didn't seem to care much.

I was often in pain. I loved her, loved her as a person, and loved her incredibly sexy body, but I didn't know where our relationship would end up. I also didn't know if I could overcome the pressure from family and society and be a third party in a relationship with someone three years older than me who already had a child. Moreover, the shadow of her husband always loomed between us.

The openness of our ambiguous relationship finally reached its peak. It happened like this:

Xiao Qu from our work group got married, and we all went to the wedding. After the wedding banquet, we went to the bridal chamber to make a ruckus. Because there were so many people and the room was small, it was very crowded. Xue Li and I leaned against the wall and sat on the bed with everyone. Because we had been drinking and were very excited, she secretly pulled my right hand under her skirt from behind. Since the skirt was an elasticated long skirt, it was easy to slip it inside.

I unconsciously reached down and touched her lower body. My sister leaned against me gently, her body slightly bowed. My index finger touched her anus; the tight folds of her anus contracted gently under my finger. Doing this in front of everyone made my heart pound.

Suddenly, my sister couldn't help but moan. Some people seemed to hear the sexy sound and looked at her strangely, but then clearly realized something and quickly looked away.

After leaving Xiao Qu's house, I asked her, "Why were you making such a loud noise?" She said, "I couldn't help it! Why did you touch there? It feels so lewd, I'm all wet."

We found a secluded spot nearby and immediately began to have sex. From then on, our affair became almost a public affair.

Autumn came quickly, and my sister's daughter turned one year old. I bought some gifts and went to my sister's house for her birthday party. There were seven or eight people already there, all friends of her and her husband. This was the first time I met her husband; he was a very ordinary-looking man, except for his thick hair and stubble. Throughout, he looked at me with a peculiar gaze, so I had no choice but to pretend nothing was wrong.

Finally, the party ended, and everyone else said their goodbyes. After everyone had left, he said he was going to play mahjong and said to me, "Little brother, sit a little longer," before getting dressed and leaving.

I had a bad feeling and wanted to leave too, but my sister blocked the doorway, saying, "Stay with me a little longer, okay?" I had no choice but to stay.

My sister pulled me to sit on the bed, and we naturally embraced. I pulled her pants down to her knees, then knelt on the bed, raised her legs onto my shoulders, and quickly thrust into her already wet vagina. Having sex with someone else's wife in someone else's bed felt strangely indescribable.

At some point, her daughter, lying beside the bed, woke up, staring at us with her dark eyes. My sister moaned and stroked her daughter, saying, "Little...baby, Uncle is... having sex with Mommy, you're not happy, are you...?"

In front of her daughter, we hastily ended our intimacy, and I left.

The next day, my sister didn't come to work. I didn't know what had happened and was very worried, with a bad feeling. At dinner time, I had just reached the cafeteria entrance when I was suddenly pulled aside by her husband and two other menacing-looking men. My heart sank; I knew something bad was about to happen.

He pulled out a knife and held it to my neck, saying, "Brother, what did you do yesterday when I asked you to keep my wife company?" I said nothing. He pulled out a cassette tape and said fiercely, "Damn, you guys were really into it! My tape recorder was under the bed, and you couldn't hear it. I already know about your dirty deeds; I just need some evidence." I couldn't say anything more.

He said, "Come to my house at 8 pm, and I'll deal with you. If you dare not go, I'll castrate you and make you infamous throughout the whole factory."

Cowardly as I was, I didn't dare disobey. When I entered her house, I saw her husband and the two burly men sitting at the table, while my sister was curled up naked on the bed, her body covered in bruises.

Her husband pulled out a knife and said to her, "If you don't want me to cut off his penis in front of you, you'd better do as I say!"

The sister, tears streaming down her face, didn't move. The other two men stripped naked. One pounced on Xue Li, gripping her breasts tightly and taking turns sucking on her nipples like a hungry dog. She kept her eyes tightly shut, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. The other spread Xue Li's legs and reached down to her genitals, fondling her, pinching her labia, rubbing her clitoris, and probing her vagina. The sister trembled, silently enduring the humiliation inflicted by the two lecherous men. I was forced to watch all this, but I dared not resist, because these people were capable of anything.

After playing with her genitals for a while, the man spread her labia with one hand and, with the other, thrust his thick, dark penis deep into her frail body. She groaned softly and shook her head helplessly. I watched as that penis thrust in and out of my beloved's vagina, the clear "slap slap" of flesh colliding echoing in the air. Her labia were being pulled in and out, seemingly trying to push out yet also to suck in that penis.

Her husband watched lewdly beside her, saying, "You slut, you're fucking a virgin when you're with my buddy. You two love each other, don't you? Let your lover see how you get fucked, worse than a whore!"

The man fucked her hard for a while, then ejaculated a large amount of semen into Xue Li's vagina. As soon as he pulled his penis out, another man immediately inserted it into her vagina. My sister's face began to flush, and her breathing became rapid. The physical pleasure was uncontrollable; she bit her lip tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Watching my beloved sister being pinned down by another man, her vagina swallowing and releasing a thick, erect penis, slowly leaking vaginal fluid under the rapid and powerful thrusts, I even felt my penis begin to swell. I tried desperately to suppress it, but it was no use. Oh God, what's wrong with me!

The nightmare lasted for who knows how long, until finally it all ended…

A few days later, she left the city; I only heard she went to Shenzhen. And I couldn't face the people around me anymore, so I went back to school after taking the postgraduate entrance exam.

Several years have passed, but this memory remains unforgettable. That love, that pain, I will never be able to escape!

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