Seducing a married woman

Ten years ago, I started working at a company. During my internship, I was assigned to a subsidiary shopping mall as a temporary intern. The mall had been open for many years, and there were very few new sales clerks; most were middle-aged women in their thirties. I was assigned to a hardware counter, where there were three women. One was over fifty and nearing retirement; the other two were just over thirty, still quite attractive despite their age.

Since one of the women's husbands also worked at the mall, they were practically inseparable, making it nearly impossible to seduce her. The only one I could potentially work with was the one who handled the invoices at the counter. Her surname was Yu, and her husband was stationed out of town as a clerk, while her child attended a private boarding school.

The first time I saw her, she was wearing a newly made black dress with gold trim, her breasts prominent, and she walked with her head held high, exuding an air of self-importance. Seeing her arrogant demeanor, I secretly made up my mind: What's so special about her? I'll see how I get my hands on her!

Once a goal is set, action is needed. Before long, through careful observation and investigation, I quickly gained a basic understanding of her daily preferences and whereabouts.

Because her husband and children weren't around, she spent most of her free time at the mahjong table besides work. Whether due to limited skills or bad luck, she always lost more than she won. In casual conversations, she mostly sighed: "I lost 10,000 yesterday, 5,000 the day before." I rarely saw her beaming with joy; if she did, it was because she had won that day.

Women like her who don't need to take care of their families in their spare time are rare, making it difficult to maintain a daily mahjong game. Observing her expressions and catering to her preferences is a tactic I've always used to please women. Before long, I naturally became her mahjong partner.

Although I was young then, as a gambler, I was no longer "young"—I could basically be described as "experienced" and "battle-hardened." I had no interest in their small gambling games, but my real intention wasn't gambling. To win her over, I deliberately gave her the cards she wanted or let her win. I also used subtle tricks and techniques during the dealing and shuffling of cards to create favorable conditions for her to win, and I subtly hinted at her at crucial moments.

In short, since I started playing with her, her luck improved significantly; she won more than she lost, and her cheerful demeanor became more pronounced. Of course, she noticed my special attention, as I played a crucial role in her transformation from a "frequent loser" to a "frequent winner."

As time went on, our special relationship as "colleagues and card buddies" gradually brought us closer. She went from being indifferent at the beginning to constantly calling me "little brother" in less than half a month. I knew I had succeeded in the first step.

Once a woman gets close to you, all that's left is opportunity and courage. Because of the excuse of playing cards, I had more opportunities to be alone with her. But just having the opportunity to be alone with her wasn't enough; there also needed to be conditions. Only when both conditions and opportunities were met could you have a chance of success, and this chance, with your careful planning and scheming, might become a reality.

As usual, the agreed-upon location was her house. I remember that it was drizzling that day, and on the way there, I had all sorts of fantasies. How exciting and novel it would be to have an affair with a married woman in the drizzling rain!

When I arrived at her house, the card table was already set up, and she was anxiously waiting alone inside. "Where are the others?" Although I pretended to be concerned about the card game, I was thinking to myself, "How wonderful it would be if the two people I made an appointment with couldn't come!"

A golden opportunity presented itself. Half an hour later, the first friend I made an appointment with called, saying that her daughter had a high fever and had to go to the hospital and couldn't come. Although she was annoyed, she couldn't complain too much since the other person genuinely had something to do. I called another person, and they called back saying my husband's father had just come from the countryside and was mediating a conflict between his brothers' families, so he couldn't come.

Although I was pretending to watch TV, I heard everything on the phone. This was a rare opportunity, and I felt a surge of excitement at finally getting my hands on my prey. I squinted at her—damn! She looked so sexy today. A perfectly fitting, brand-new black cheongsam clung tightly to her slightly upturned, plump buttocks, her high, full breasts practically spilling out, alluring and tempting.

After making a few more calls, she reluctantly came out of the room: "Little brother, we can't play today. It's raining outside, and they don't want to come."

"Never mind then," I said, feigning indifference.

The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder. I got up, pretending to leave, "Hey, it's raining so hard, let's go later!" Her face flushed slightly as she said this. Although we've known each other for a long time, this was the first time we'd been alone in a room together without anyone else around. It was understandable that she wanted me to stay, especially with the rain pouring down!

But perhaps as a married woman, being with such a vibrant young man in such a downpour couldn't keep her calm. Her blushing was probably because she was thinking about this, but this subtle expression didn't escape my hunter's eyes. Heh, where are you going? A surge of joy welled up inside me…

"Do you have any DVDs? Let's watch some DVDs, TV's so boring…" It's impossible for a middle-aged woman with such a voracious appetite not to have pornographic DVDs. My choice to watch DVDs was purposeful.

She opened the DVD drawer and let me choose, but all I found were newly printed business cards; I couldn't find anything I wanted.

"Is there anything interesting?"

"What? What's interesting? Aren't those movies interesting?" She knew exactly what I was going to say and deliberately changed the subject.

"Heh, do you think I'm a child?" I teased her intentionally.

"Are you an adult?" she asked, feigning maturity.

"I'm very bad..." I walked over to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Doing bad things..." I grinned lewdly as I approached her.

"No, no, no, I'm your older sister..." She backed away step by step, with nowhere to retreat but the sofa blocking her way.

"You can't even like your older sister?" I chuckled and reached for her hand. She recoiled in terror, falling onto the sofa. I seized the opportunity and pounced on her, kissing her lips.

She flinched, her face flushed red: "No...no..." Though she cried out, her voice was weak.

By this point, the woman was powerless to defend herself, yet this kind of evasive woman sometimes fueled even greater desire. Dry tinder and a raging fire, once lit, would ignite fiercely.

The rain continued to pour down, the loud raindrops unable to mask her heavy breathing, our tongues swirling wildly in each other's mouths. The first time I was with a woman wearing a cheongsam, I tried to touch her all over but couldn't find a way in. So I explored the cheongsam from top to bottom. She reached out a hand and gently unzipped one side of the cheongsam, slowly pulling it down. Wow! Her skin was so beautifully maintained, smooth and delicate, soft and elastic.

I greedily kissed her from her neck down, and she gasped, collapsing onto the sofa. I gently unhooked her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful, perky and incredibly elastic. I gently nibbled at them with my teeth, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "oh," perhaps because I used too much force, or perhaps because she couldn't help herself.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and began to lick and suck her nipples with my tongue, sometimes gently nibbling with my teeth, sometimes swallowing them with my mouth, making "smacking" sounds with my skillful movements. "Oh... a little gentler, a little gentler..." she murmured, burying her head deep into the sofa.

The cheongsam was off, the bra was off, and she was only wearing a pair of black, narrow-brimmed panties. I didn't rush to take them off, but instead slowly stroked along the outer edge of the panties, from top to bottom, rubbing along the contours. Then I slipped my fingers inside the panties. Ah! The grass was already soaked.

I slowly probed inside. Such an alluring private place, wet and sticky, warm, the two petals already slightly parted, the restless depths of the flower craving my entry. There was no need to hesitate any longer. I joined my fingers together and inserted them deep into the flower, then quickly stirred them, faster and faster. "Oh... um..." she moaned softly, her body moving rhythmically with the frequency of my two fingers.

At this moment, my mouth never left her firm nipples, my teeth and tongue kneading and pressing, both actions happening simultaneously. Under the powerful stimulation, her primal desire was quickly aroused, and her body stretched out, twisting and turning on the sofa. Not satisfied with my harassment on the edge, she pulled one hand from under me, around my back, and between my legs, gripping my rock-hard penis tightly. She slowly stroked it, guiding and teasingly kneading it.

When I got up and took off all my clothes, looking at my erect penis, she chuckled, "Wow! It's so long!" I flicked my penis with my hand, deliberately raising it high with a lewd grin, and asked, "Ready?"

"You little rascal!" she cursed, burying her head in the sofa like a child. This action was incredibly seductive and stimulating. I practically ripped off her panties, climbed on her back, spread her legs, and accurately penetrated her from behind. Her

already soaked vagina needed no guidance, flowing freely. Her vagina, having given birth, felt a little loose, and with the pre-coital warm-up, my thick penis moved with ease. The relaxed vagina has its own unique charm, as the relaxation reduces direct stimulation to the penis, preventing the accumulated magma from erupting instantly.

The thrusting became faster, more intense, and deeper with her blissful moans. She turned over, lying on her back with her legs raised high, her opening wide, dripping with a continuous stream of vaginal fluid, like a deep, unfathomable cave that needed to be filled with a massive object to satisfy it.

Thrusting, thrusting, and more thrusting… deeper, deeper, and deeper… I grasped one of her raised legs in each hand, like a tireless old man pushing a cart, pushing rapidly. Although the rain was heavy, the “plop, plop” sounds of the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina were still clearly audible.

The pent-up desire and lust, fueled by intense thrusting and intense stimulation, finally reached their peak after a thousand rounds. A surge of heat shot down from the top of my head, gushing out. "Oh..." I couldn't help but roar, collapsing weakly against her already sweat-soaked chest with a wild release.

My face was buried between her breasts, panting heavily. She held me tightly to her chest, refusing to let go for a long, long time. "You little rascal, you finally succeeded..." she said contentedly.

Haha! It turned out she had been aware of my scheme all along. Thinking about it, how could a woman in her prime, with her husband away for so long, possibly be content and obedient?

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