Having an extramarital affair with a neighbor

In 2001, I had been married for a year and worked in a government office. There was a bank branch near my workplace, and recently a young woman, about 29 years old, had been transferred there. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was pretty and had delicate features. She wasn't tall, about 1.6 meters, but her proportions were excellent. She looked particularly charming walking in her office clothes

. We worked in the same lobby, so I often saw her. Since women were scarce in our unit, I couldn't help but glance at her a few times or have inappropriate thoughts whenever I saw her. One day, I finally couldn't resist anymore; I wanted to possess her. After having this thought, I began to plan and implement my offensive.

First, after lunch, I waited for her to come out of the aisle on her bicycle and smiled at her. Unexpectedly, she smiled back charmingly. This was our first spiritual connection; clearly, she accepted me.

Second, again after lunch, I waited for her to come out of the aisle on her bicycle and deliberately dodged, causing her to stumble. She smiled charmingly again; she liked my teasing.

Thirdly, one noon, while she was on duty, I didn't go home. I slowly slipped to their window, glanced at her, and she knowingly and warmly invited me inside. This was our first conversation, and of course, it was all very serious topics. After talking for a while, I invited her upstairs to play ping-pong. She readily agreed, but said she didn't know how and wanted me to teach her. Of course, I pretended to know how. Hehe, the opportunity had arrived; I was about to have some physical contact with her!

When we got to the ping-pong room upstairs, we played for a while. She kept missing the ball, so I thought my chance had come. I went over to her and offered to teach her, and she didn't refuse. When I grabbed her hand, my heart pounded. After a few symbolic hits, I pressed my penis against her buttocks. She just swayed and twisted her hips. I grew bolder, grabbing her hand and the paddle with my right hand and slowly wrapping my left arm around her slender waist. She continued playing as if nothing was wrong. I boldly moved my hand up and touched her small breasts. I felt her bra was hard and small. At this point, she couldn't hold back anymore and broke free from my embrace. I glanced at her, and she turned her head away, said a few words hastily, and then said it was getting late and she had to go to work. I didn't say anything more, and that's how our first intimate encounter ended.

After the first time, there was a second. The second time, we sat side by side on the benches. I hugged her and kissed her. She didn't refuse, but she wasn't proactive either; her tongue never came in.

On the third time, I hugged her from behind, unbuttoned her shirt, pinched her bra, and kissed her ear. She suddenly turned around, straddled my lap, and looked at me. I lifted her shirt up and pulled her bra down. She grabbed my hand and said, "There's nothing here, what's there to see?" Only then did I see that her breasts were very small, almost flat, but her nipples were large. However, I was already prepared; someone so thin couldn't be very voluptuous. I also had a chance to enjoy the flesh of a thin person. I bit down... She licked and bit her nipples, and she began to moan with pleasure. But I felt she was faking it. We kissed for a while longer, and then she suddenly stood up and said it was too unfair. Then she unzipped my pants and took out my penis. She gasped softly and said I truly deserved to be a descendant of Genghis Khan. She slowly stroked my penis, but because I was nervous, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. After a while, she put my penis away and said it was time to go downstairs. Our naked encounter ended just like that.

The fourth time, after she played with my penis for a while, she moaned and asked me to touch her. I understood and unbuckled her belt, reaching into her private area. Her pubic hair was so sparse and soft—I loved that type. I moved down to her labia majora; they were soft and wet. I pressed in, and it actually went in! Her vagina wasn't in a familiar location, perhaps because she was short and had small hips. I probed further in, reaching her cervix not very deeply. How could this be? Women's reproductive organs vary so much. I used two fingers to stimulate her shallow vagina; although my penis wasn't inside, it felt incredibly good. After enjoying it for a while, she said it was time to go in, got up, and took off her clothes. I quickly took off my clothes too. I had prepared a condom beforehand, and just as I was about to put it on, she snatched it away and threw it away, saying she didn't need it. I felt a pang of guilt. My main concern was that she might get pregnant, and I was also afraid of contracting a disease. But then I thought, if respectable women aren't afraid, why should I be? I didn't care anymore. I picked her up and placed her on my lap. She guided my penis towards her—perhaps her vulva, which was itchy and sticky. At that moment, I suddenly felt guilty because this was my first time having an affair. She was someone else's wife, and I was someone else's husband. This made me feel even more guilty than when I first had sex with a prostitute. While I was struggling with this dilemma, my penis was almost inside her. Just then, my tense nerves couldn't take it anymore. My penis suddenly felt sore, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I started thrusting wildly, and she started screaming, "Ah, ah!" (I always felt it was a bit fake; maybe she was used to doing this to her husband). After a dozen or so thrusts, I stopped and said to her with shame that it was a bit short. She said it was okay, that I was too tense.

After that, we often went upstairs to the ping-pong room and made love passionately while she was on duty. I would ejaculate twice each time. Once, we even did it in a private room at a restaurant, sitting on chairs. That time was so good that the waiters could hear us. Six months later, she was transferred. We would occasionally talk on the phone, and when I invited her out, she would always say, "Let's do it another day." I think she didn't want to continue our clandestine affairs, and I didn't force her. This was fine; we didn't interfere with each other, leaving only passionate memories to reminisce about in our old age.

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