Investing in emotions brings happiness

A few years ago, I dated a wonderful married woman (I felt quite good about it, but I can't share this with everyone yet, hehe). We were inseparable, but I also had to deal with my family. As I got older, I no longer had the energy to explore other opportunities. It's been four or five years since I last wrote about my experiences with women in this forum. Perhaps it's a man's inherent weakness, but while wonderful married women were readily available, exciting, and satisfying, the novelty wore off over time. My satisfied, content, and quiet heart began to stir again. Two years ago, I started looking for mature women in their 30s and 40s on QQ, and we chatted on and off for four years... Five women are suitable for online chatting. I have a principle: I won't talk about sex with unfamiliar women online, nor will I chat with women who post many selfies on their QQ space, have many QQ friends, or whose QQ space is frequently visited and commented on by netizens. If I know that she is someone who is always online on QQ and has many men visiting and commenting on her QQ space, I will delete her immediately. This way, I can more likely choose a virtuous and mature woman. At the beginning, we usually only talk about family, life, work, and feelings. I feel that one of them meets my expectations: 36 years old, good-looking, a civil servant, with an easy job, a daughter in elementary school, and her husband is a civil servant (a minor official).
After chatting online for half a year, we arranged to meet at a coffee shop. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, a slightly protruding belly, and a fair complexion just like in the photos she had sent during our chat. She had manicured eyebrows, straight medium-length brown hair, and wore a white, sleeveless, floor-length dress adorned with small red flowers. She looked graceful and elegant, with pale red lips that exuded a captivating allure, like a ripe peach. However, she seemed slightly shy, and her posture was a bit unnatural. She fidgeted with her plain nail polish with her left and right hands, and her legs were positioned rather awkwardly. She seemed a little timid when we started talking, not as talkative as she was online. During the two-hour meeting, I did most of the talking while she listened. She rarely brought up any topics, and we talked about everyday trivia and happy childhood memories. She only touched on her husband briefly and didn't discuss sex at all. But I had a feeling she was a lonely, respectable woman. Since then, the frequency of our online chats has gradually increased, and the content of our conversations has become more in-depth. I learned that although her husband treats her very well, he is often away socializing or on business trips, resulting in less emotional communication and less interaction in daily life. Her family life is becoming increasingly lonely and mundane, a significant drop from her expectations before marriage. Moreover, several of my married female friends have boyfriends, and when I go out to eat with my friends, they are always in pairs, which makes me feel restless and lonely. Although I wouldn't call myself a master at seduction, I've dated at least a few women. With a woman like this, haste makes waste. The important thing is to make her feel that you genuinely like and love her (the specific degree and the appropriate level must be carefully controlled, lest you become too attached to her): greet her on QQ at least once every two days, remember to send greetings during holidays, and remember to give her a small gift on her birthday (the gift doesn't have to be expensive, it's the thought that counts). The first three times we met were for coffee and dinner. On the fourth time, we met for a walk in the evening, and naturally, we held hands and shared a small kiss. On the fifth time... Suburban park: strolling, holding hands, hugging, then entering a secluded part of the park. After a slight resistance, she lifted her skirt, hugged, kissed, masturbated, touched her vulva, and then... all in one go. I was too excited at the time, my mind was full of lust, and I didn't pay attention to details like clothing and skin. I only remember that she had a small tuft of hair, sparse and short, not covering her clitoris. Her breasts were between a B and a C cup, fairly firm, and her nipples were a bit large and long. I slipped my hand under the edge of her panties to touch her vulva. The panties near her vaginal opening were already soaked. I felt around... Her fingers were covered in her juices. I took off my shirt and laid it on the grass. After pulling down her panties, I released my penis and thrust forward, entering her wet, flower-like path. Deep breaths and seductive moans filled the air. Her hands clung tightly to my waist. Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I continued thrusting and pounding in the missionary position. I estimated I ejaculated in less than 10 minutes (omitting 500 words here). I felt a little regretful afterward, as I usually last over 20 minutes during sex. After helping her put on her panties and bra, I hugged her for over ten minutes, asking if she needed any contraceptive measures (after pleasure, it's even more important to take good care of the woman; help her get dressed afterward, don't turn around and dress yourself. Women are perceptive; they can sense your feelings for her from the smallest details, because the more emotion you invest, the more pleasure you receive, unless you don't want to have sex again). When I got up to put on my own clothes, I realized my shirt was mostly wet and smelled strongly of her juices. I hadn't expected her to have so much juice! Unable to wear it, luckily the place wasn't far from the river, so I took her to the river with my shirt off, washed and wrung it out, then hung it on a tree for half an hour until it was almost dry before putting it on and going home. Later, during our conversation, I learned that our walk that night had been long, with constant hugging, kissing, and sweet talk. Adding to that the final breast stimulation and groping, she was already incredibly aroused. About five minutes after penetration, she reached orgasm, but because we were in the wild, she could only suppress her moans. Like most women, if she likes you, once she's had her way, she'll look forward to a second and a third time.
For the next year, except during her period, she had sex at least once a week, mostly in hotels, and occasionally in cars. Because she had a C-section, her vagina was still quite tight, with little pubic hair, only covering the upper part of her vulva. Her labia minora were small and slightly dark in color. During sex, as long as there was enough foreplay, she would become extremely wet. Because there was no hair around the opening, the wetness made it very slippery, and sometimes she had to wipe herself with paper halfway through before continuing. It usually took about 10 minutes from penetration to orgasm. She always wanted me to ejaculate inside her. Her masturbation skills were not good enough, not as good as mine (looking down on myself, hehe). After orgasm, her face would be flushed, and the recovery period would be long. Most of the time, I would hug her, touch her breasts, and stimulate her vagina for more than 10 minutes before she would stop.
This woman's shortcomings are: her sex skills are not proficient; she only goes on top or bottom, with limited position variations. She rarely reaches orgasm when changing positions, her oral sex is clumsy, with noticeable teeth contact, and she won't do anal sex (which I also dislike). She doesn't swallow semen, and foreplay such as kissing, masturbation, and vaginal stimulation takes over 20 minutes to get her ready for sex. Her husband, however, doesn't have that kind of patience and usually finishes quickly, so she's often sexually frustrated (fellow wolves, watch your backyard!). In the first few nights with me, she could achieve a second orgasm, but after that, she rarely did, indicating that she doesn't have a high sex drive. This woman has a bourgeois taste, dresses appropriately, has many dietary restrictions, is slightly obsessive about cleanliness, and only enters five-star hotels because of her good financial situation. Her appearance is elegant and tasteful, and her lingerie is sexy and beautiful: most of her lingerie is predominantly mid-waisted light red briefs, and her panties and bras are mostly matching sets with black accents, all the right size. She has already given me several small items, including underwear. Her daily work is leisurely, her family is stable, and she doesn't want any complications. She is cautious during dates, and we usually only contact each other during work hours, rarely contacting each other after work. Perhaps it's because I've had too much physical intimacy and seen too much of the world, so I've become jaded. I started dating her a year ago, and now we basically only maintain one date a month.
Recently, I've started dating a mature woman, 38 years old. We've already gone through the process of having tea, meals, and walks, but haven't held hands yet. If I succeed, I'll share with you all. Right now, I'm working on two while developing another one, just in case.

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