Ultimately, it was just a matter of fate.

I've met her husband. He's over 1.8 meters tall and overweight. As we got to know each other better, I learned he was more than ten years older than her, came from a wealthy family, and his father was a retired military officer. Apparently, his father-in-law had been an adjutant to someone in the Nationalist Army and died before the founding of the People's Republic. Sometimes I worried that if things were exposed, it would bring her disaster, but she seemed completely unconcerned. But let's leave that aside for now… I once asked her why she chose a husband so much older than herself. She said, "When a woman doesn't love, aren't seventy- or eighty-year-old men and twenty-something-year-old handsome men all the same?" Hearing that broke my heart. I know she loves me; she's sacrificed so much for me. "Come back to Shandong with me, let's get married and live a good life." "If that's really the case, being together every day, dealing with the mundane details of daily life, I'll get tired of it after a while." She said, throwing herself into my arms. "It's better this way, we can be together whenever we want. Besides, I don't want to compete with your Lingling. Our fate is sealed. I won't be your wife in this life, as long as you know I love you

, that's enough." I rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her passionately. Once, she told me, "Do you remember that time we were walking on the campus playground?" "Which time?" "The time when that girl kept rejecting you, and you were very disappointed." In my senior year, I pursued an English major girl madly, sending her flowers and writing her love letters, but she remained unmoved, repeatedly rejected, and I felt very defeated. Now, thinking about it, that girl wasn't so great. The so-called love in college is completely different from the so-called love in work and marriage. I think that's why so many college couples face breakups after graduation.

When I thought of what she mentioned, I chuckled foolishly. That day, she saw me looking down in the library, so she packed her bag and took me for a walk on the playground.

I can't remember what we talked about now, but I remember that she suddenly hugged me at the end. It was the first time in my life that a girl had suddenly hugged me. I only remember that she seemed to say to me, "You're a grown man, and she's just a girl. There are plenty of good girls out there. Why are you so down?" "I know, but I just can't let it go. Maybe what we can't have is always the best." "Actually, you're a very outstanding guy." She stopped walking and faced me, saying.

"You're a very outstanding girl too." "Then let me be your girlfriend." "Okay." Sometimes, conversations can suddenly become lively. She suddenly hugged me and buried her head in my chest. I was terrified by this action and didn't know what to do. It was the first time in my life that something like this had happened so suddenly.

It lasted for more than ten minutes, and neither of us said a word, not knowing how to end it. At that time, I only felt that she was a classmate, a buddy, a friend, and I didn't have any other thoughts. Perhaps it was because the love I pursued in college had nothing to do with her. Thankfully, her phone rang. After answering it, she said she had to go back to the library, and before leaving, she told me,

"Try to cheer up." I remember standing on the playground for a long time without moving.

"Don't grin like an idiot. Let me tell you, do you know what you did that day?" "You hugged me, and my mind was in turmoil. I kept thinking about whether or not to hug and kiss you," I replied.

"That's not what I meant," she said, sucking on my penis. "You might have forgotten, but you know, that day I felt your penis was erect, pressing against me, haha..." She held my penis against her navel and continued, "When I felt your thing pressing against my stomach, I was completely flustered, my mind went blank. Even if you raped me on the playground, I would still go for it." I was ashamed... I really didn't know any of that.

Now I don't know how to define our relationship. Lover? Beloved? Or am I the third party? Let it all go. Her name has the character "Wen" in it, so let's just call her Wen'er. Actually, she's a year older than me.

She said her husband, through his father's connections, ran a business with a partner and was often away from home, so she took on the responsibility of caring for her in-laws. Incidentally, her father-in-law had shrapnel in his leg, causing him pain in damp weather and preventing him from going downstairs, while her mother-in-law suffered severe hemiplegia, apparently due to the Cultural Revolution. Also, although her husband was a soldier, he was somewhat impotent; every time they made love, he would ejaculate just as she was starting to feel it, always finishing quickly, probably due to his years in the military and his obesity from frequent social engagements. It could be said that she shared the loneliness of countless lonely women.

In the years since marrying into a family in Shanghai, she had transformed into a sophisticated woman, frankly admitting that her demeanor exuded the charm of a mature and alluring woman. Wen'er liked to wear black clothes—dresses, stockings, underwear, and bras were all black. In her own words, it was because she was afraid of the lonely darkness of the night. Perhaps because of her black attire, her libido had become increasingly strong. I remember reading somewhere that women who like to wear black have a strong libido.

Enough of this digression, let's continue my story with Wen'er. Since that night at Motel 168 in Shanghai, we haven't been in contact at all. Back in Shandong, I deleted all her information, intending to bury our past and never touch upon it again. Until the end of 2008.

Her hometown is also in Shandong, and at the end of the year, she went back to her parents' home with her husband. It was the end of 2008, just before Christmas, a day I will always remember. After finishing work at the company, my colleagues invited me to a bar for some fun. As I was leaving, I heard someone call my name. I couldn't believe she had come to see me. At the time, I had the cynical thought she was coming to ruin my life.

"What, don't you recognize me?" she asked, seeing me standing there in a daze. That day, she was wearing a black fleece coat, a stylish cotton hat, and black sunglasses. Although she wore cotton pants, they didn't hide her tall figure and long legs.

"Dude, having a romantic encounter?" a colleague behind me teased.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my sister." I called out to my colleagues, "Come on, let me introduce you, this is my cousin." I was worried they would tell my girlfriend, so I quickly lied to my colleagues. After my colleagues left, I took her to a restaurant. It was a farmhouse restaurant in the suburbs of the city.

"How did you find me?" "You're something else, you haven't contacted me since you left Shanghai, I didn't even know when you got married. All the other classmates went, but I didn't, that's really not nice." "No, I was worried..." "Worried about what? Do you think I'd steal you away?" She pouted angrily, "But, I still wish you happiness. Come on, have a drink." In recent years, she had accompanied her husband to various social events, and her alcohol tolerance had increased considerably. Two years of longing, the ordinariness of married life, the surprise of meeting again, and so on, all the balance collapsed that day under these factors. We returned to the days of being inseparable best friends.

It turned out that her husband had only stayed in Shandong for three days, there was a lot of business to do at the end of the year, so he hurriedly returned to Shanghai. She had taken her husband to Qingdao Airport and then came to see me.

"Is your husband not good to you?" I asked.

"It's not a matter of good or bad, it's just a family we barely manage to have. My sister stayed in Shanghai after graduation, so I have some company now." "I really didn't expect you to come see me today."

"I just missed you so much, I couldn't help it, please don't blame me." She picked up her wine glass: "Perhaps you think I'm a shameless woman." "No, don't say that, actually I think about you every day too. I just didn't have the courage to come see you. I was afraid of breaking up your family." "Tch!" she said dismissively, "It's not about breaking up or not, frankly speaking, I married into their family just to take care of his parents, like a maid every day." "Then what will happen to his parents when you come back?" "

His sister took the old couple away. Shanghainese are different from us, now the siblings are fighting over their father's property. Unlike us in Shandong, where married daughters are considered outsiders, all the property is inherited by the sons." "Oh, so when are you going back?" "We'll see, I want to stay in my hometown for a few days. It's the first time I've gone back to my parents' home since I got married." It's not easy for anyone who's away from home.

After dinner, we went to a Home Inn. Neither of us mentioned the passionate night two years ago, and I had no intention of continuing our relationship. Once in the room, she collapsed onto the bed.

I helped her take off her shoes and covered her with a blanket. I turned on the air conditioner and boiled some water for her. After settling her in, I prepared to leave: "Get some rest, I'm going back. If you're still here tomorrow, I'll take you out for seafood tonight." With that, I got up to open the door and leave.

"You're just leaving like that?"

"You're just leaving like that?" She suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to me. A graceful lady, her long hair flowing, her figure curvaceous, stood before me, her eyes glazed and cheeks slightly flushed. "Are you really leaving?" "I…" I stammered.

She suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "You jerk, hold me tight!" she scolded angrily in my ear. My reason vanished before her; like a wild beast, I picked her up and placed her on the bed. She lay on the bed, arms outstretched, eyes slightly closed, her chest rising and falling, waiting for me to undress her.

Two years ago, she had helped me undress that night; today, I would take the initiative. My hands trembled slightly as I slowly removed her clothes, from her black sweater and black underwear, one piece at a time, until only her private parts remained. She obediently cooperated. As I undressed her, she probably felt my trembling hands, and I sensed her nervousness. "Hurry up, it's cold," she urged. Without hesitation, I quickly removed her last covering and my own clothes, then slipped into the covers.

We kissed passionately, from her forehead to her breasts, then her thighs, and finally to her most intimate place—her vulva. She was very well-maintained; her skin was smooth, and even lying down, her breasts were high and full. Her vulva exuded a delicate fragrance and was slightly pink. It's said that a woman's vulva darkens with increased sexual activity after marriage, but hers remained a virgin's pink. Later, she told me that in the two years of their marriage, she and her husband hadn't even had sex more than 20 times.

I treated her like a sacred object, kissing and caressing her tenderly. For a full thirty minutes, we held each other, kissing and caressing. She said, "Lie down, I'll do it." After giving me a look with eyes like Yang Lan's, her small mouth, like Zhou Xun's lips, began kissing me. I lay there, letting her do as she pleased. Suddenly, I felt a heat on my penis as she took it into her mouth. The sensation almost made me scream—it was so exciting! She poured warm, boiled water into her mouth and sucked on my penis, then repeated this with cold water. I don't know where she learned these tricks; they left me completely defenseless. Ten minutes later, she said, "Okay, come in now." Only then did I realize I hadn't brought a condom. It was truly a case of everything being ready except for the final touch. Just when the arrow was about to be released, the string snapped. I apologized, saying I'd go out and buy one. She opened her eyes slightly, pointed to her handbag, and said, "I think there's one in the bag, hurry up." The bag she was carrying was an LV; I wondered if her husband had bought it for her, or if it was a fake she'd bought on Qipu Road in Shanghai. I searched for ages but couldn't find it. I'm sure my hands were shaking. Some things are best done smoothly and without delay, all in one go. If there's even a slight interruption, even just 10 seconds, it's too late once either of us regains our senses. I thought.

She lay on the bed, looked at me for a long time, and said with a mix of anger and resentment, "How could you be so stupid? Come on, don't wear it." When a naked Zhou Xun or Yang Lan lies on the bed and says that to a man, who can resist?

I jumped onto the bed and picked her up. Her calves were very thin and long. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and entered her. "Oh!" she cried out. "Does it hurt?" "No, no, it's okay. I... oh... that... it's like this as soon as it came in... oh... it's so stimulating..." she moaned, her cheeks flushed and her eyes tightly closed.

Fueled by the alcohol, I pinned her down. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my shoulder blades in rhythm with my movements.

"Faster...faster...oh..." she commanded. I increased my speed; the hotel bed was soft and bouncy, bouncing up and down with our movements.

"Oh my god, it feels so good..." "Tell me if it hurts," I said, worried she was in pain. "Mmm...ah...oh...faster, harder." We kissed and made love, her small, cherry-like mouth exquisite, her tongue sharp. We French kissed, our tongues intertwining.

"Stop...ah...stop...I can't take it anymore...ah..." she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders, her face contorted, tears welling in her eyes. I pulled out, and the white fluid soaked the sheets.

"You didn't take your pills, did you?" "No, it's probably because of the alcohol." "Wait a minute, I'll lie down." She rolled over and lay face down, her two round, white buttocks facing me. Seeing her vaginal opening still opening and closing with excitement, I guided my penis to her vaginal opening and thrust it all the way in.

In the final sprint, with her loud scream, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her buttocks. Afterwards, she remained kneeling, unwilling to get up for a long time. "You should go back first, I want to rest for a while," she said again after a long while.

"Be careful not to catch a cold, I'm leaving." I knew that after the passion, it wouldn't be good for either of us to face each other, so I had no choice but to leave. On my way home, she texted me, "Why didn't you ejaculate inside?" I texted her back, "Because I didn't want to hurt you."

Ten minutes later, she called, said just three words, and then hung up. Those three words, I will remember for the rest of my life. "I love you!" She went back the next day and asked me to visit her in Shanghai with my girlfriend. I agreed. But I definitely wouldn't bring my girlfriend.

After she went back, we didn't contact each other for about a month, but I kept thinking about her. You could say that this meeting was the final straw for our relationship. If we hadn't contacted each other, none of what happened afterward would have happened. (The End

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