Falling in love with a married woman

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April 1st, 2005, April Fool's Day! This day was a turning point in my life. I resigned from my previous job and officially reported to XX Company on April 1st. It's a foreign company with great prospects, so I chose it. After arriving, I first familiarized myself with everything. The company's boss valued me quite a bit and didn't assign me any specific work yet, just letting me get familiar with the various departments. That's how I met Bing. A woman who rekindled my passion.

Bing was a clerk in the engineering department. I had the closest contact with her when I was learning in the engineering department. From the first moment I saw her, my heartstrings were tugged. A long-lost feeling filled my heart again. I was really excited. That feeling was like the feeling of first love. So sweet!

Later, I learned that she was already married, and had been married for two years.

As my interactions with Bing increased, my feelings for her grew stronger. I was also conflicted, not knowing how to face myself, or even how to face Bing. After all, I'm not a child anymore; adults have to be responsible for their actions.

The company was organizing a spring outing in late May, with a bonfire party during the trip, and each department had to put on a performance. At the time, I was still learning in the engineering department, so I was assigned to that department. I rewrote a dialect version of *A Chinese Odyssey* based on the theme for that evening. Bing was an important member of the production team. In the days that followed, I spent every day with Bing working on the script. I felt she also had feelings for me. I thought maintaining this ambiguous relationship would be something to cherish.

One afternoon, the engineering manager asked me to help him create a project rendering. I wasn't very good at Photoshop, but then I thought of Bing; she was very familiar with design software. So I went to Bing's office, and she was there. After explaining my purpose, Bing readily agreed. I stood next to her, explaining the project details. She was in charge of the rendering. Because of the heat, Bing was wearing a low-cut, loose-fitting t-shirt. Ah! And the angle was just right. I didn't even need to look down; just lowering my gaze, I could see everything under her clothes. I never imagined someone so slender would have such large breasts! The bra only supported the lower part of her breasts. Half of her nipples were exposed. I felt my mouth go dry, and my normal male reaction immediately kicked in. Bing looked up and saw where my gaze was fixed. Her face suddenly turned red, and she said shyly, "What are you looking at?" I think this was the most awkward situation. I hurriedly said, "N-nothing... I wasn't looking at anything. Hurry up and finish the drawing for me, I need it urgently." I quickly changed the subject. Bing didn't say anything more, but I saw her gaze linger on my erection. This further aroused my penis. (Since I've never written about sex before, this is a rough description. I hope my friends can forgive me. Future descriptions will include more about sex, and I will study more and try to write better.) Feeling the atmosphere was extremely awkward, I turned around and sat on the sofa next to her. I looked at Bing's back with a somewhat infatuated gaze. I saw Bing seemed to be adjusting her emotions; after a few minutes, she resumed working on the drawing. Neither of us spoke, and we remained silent. About an hour later, the drawing was finally finished. When Bing handed me the USB drive, our eyes met, and Bing's face flushed again. My heart was pounding.

I said to Bing, "Thank you so much! I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Bing hesitated for a moment and said, "No need, don't be so polite." I looked at her, smiled, and said nothing more before leaving her office.

Back in the engineering department, I chatted with Bing's best friend, Xiao Hui. Although it seemed like casual conversation, I had an ulterior motive. (A little embarrassed) We started with aimless chatter, gradually steer the conversation towards Bing. Xiao Hui had a very good impression of me, especially since she was also a member of my production team and admired my talent. Moreover, Xiao Hui was quite perceptive. I thought I'd handled things quite well, but I never expected that as soon as I steered the conversation towards Bing, Xiaohui would give me a malicious smile. Honestly, that smile was scarier than a ghost.

But Xiaohui still told me a lot about Bing, giving me a deeper understanding of her. It turns out Bing's husband works in another city, and his family is very wealthy—far beyond what a poor guy like me could ever hope to achieve. Bing has a very stubborn personality. And today, her husband came back from out of town.

I guess that explains why she refused my invitation to dinner; her husband was back. Afterwards, I chatted with Xiaohui for a while, then went to the control room to work on my script.

When I left work, I was the last one out; Bing was ahead of me. Downstairs, an Audi A6 was parked in front of the company. Bing got in. The driver was about my age, quite imposing; I figured he must be Bing's husband.

For some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. I felt like I'd lost everything. I knew I had fallen in love with Bing. This love was uncontrollable. It's not something that can be stopped by deliberately keeping your distance. I

was still in a bad mood when I got home. Just then, my best friend called. He suggested we go drinking and then see a traditional folk opera. I thought it was a good idea, to save myself from being alone at home feeling down. So we arranged a meeting. After we met, a bit of bickering was inevitable. Men drink whether they're in a good mood or a bad mood. In short, they'll drink for any reason. While drinking, I poured out my feelings to my friend, and he kept comforting me. I think having a confidant is great; you can confide in someone when you're feeling down.

After drinking, we were both a little tipsy. I said, "That's enough. Let's go home." He shook his head unsteadily: "No, we have to see the folk opera." I said, "Fine, I'll fucking go with you." Then we took a taxi to the theater. The timing was perfect; the show was about to start. We found a corner and sat down. Then three women came and sat next to me. They smelled strongly of perfume, and I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye. Hey, they were really good-looking. They were all around 28 years old, very sexy, and their clothes were... well, let's just say they were dressed very attractively. The miniskirt was so short it couldn't be shorter, exposing her smooth thighs, and her breasts were full and obviously large. I was starting to get a little distracted. My friend noticed this too and insisted on switching seats with me. Seriously? Could I really switch? At this point, I had no interest in watching the show; all my attention was focused on observing the three beautiful women next to me.

Seeing that I wouldn't switch, my friend had no choice but to stand up, walk around a bit, and then come back to one of the women. He said, "Could we switch seats? I need to sit here and wait for someone." The woman glanced at him, then at the seats inside, but didn't say anything, just nodded and went to sit inside. My friend winked at me mischievously. Now, my seat was flanked by beautiful women on both sides, and another on my friend's right; the aisle was on my left.

After switching seats, my friend used his most powerful tactic—"utterly shameless, despicable, and thick-skinned"—and started chatting casually with the woman next to him. They quickly became like old friends. Seeing this scene infuriated me. Why? He's not as handsome as me, and he doesn't have my refined air, yet he can hook up with beautiful women so quickly, while I have two right next to me. Why do I feel so helpless? Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said to the woman to my right, "You're all together, right?" The woman glanced at me and nodded. I continued, "Do you come here often?" She finally spoke, "Not always. I was in a bad mood today, so I came to relax!" I thought to myself, "No wonder, of the three of you, you're the one with the sour face."

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