Passion with a married female colleague

That happened in the winter of 1996. I was 21 years old that year and had just been transferred back to Beijing from another city.
There was a woman in my workplace who was stunningly beautiful. She was 23 years old that year, and without exaggeration, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in real life. Her beauty was natural and genuine, without any makeup or artificiality. She had beautiful, long, wavy hair, which made her even more alluring. Although she was only 156cm tall, she had a bust size of nearly 90cm, which is definitely considered very large for a Chinese woman.
At the beginning of the year, when I first saw her, I was deeply attracted to her and stunned by her beauty. I often thought that if I could sleep with a woman like her, I would be willing to live a few years less. Who would have thought that my wish would become a reality at the end of the year.
That October, she got married. Her husband was a graduate student who was very busy with work and rarely took care of her. Since their workplace did not provide them with housing, they could only stay together on weekends, which was very inconvenient. Therefore, she did not go home during the week and lived alone in the single dormitory building of my workplace, only returning home on weekends.
In December, with all the work finished and the year drawing to a close, I felt very relaxed. One evening, she called me and asked me to come play cards with her. Around 10 PM, we walked back to our singles dorm together. On the way, she said to me, "Didn't you want to see my photos? Do you want to come to my place to see them?" "Of course!" I was delighted. I really enjoy looking at other people's photos, especially photos of beautiful women; it's a real treat.
After we went inside, she took out two photo albums and placed them in front of me, saying, "The photos aren't very good, don't laugh at me." I flipped through the albums, slowly admiring the beautiful pictures. She poured me a glass of water, sat down next to me, and craned her neck to explain the photos: "This one was taken when I was in elementary school. You see this boy behind me? He really liked me, so he stood behind me, looking very happy, his mouth almost closing in a smile. This one is of me..."
Her head was very close to mine, her breath sweet as orchids, her beautiful curls gently brushing against my face, tickling me. I turned to look at her; she seemed oblivious. I leaned slightly to the side, moving my face a little further away from hers. This close proximity made my heart flutter a little too. In my mind, she was a very beautiful and traditional woman; I never imagined she was doing this intentionally.
At midnight, after we'd mostly finished looking at the photos, I suddenly noticed a paper package at the back of the album. As I tried to take it out, she grabbed my hand and said, "These photos aren't very good, don't bother looking." "You think I can just not look? That would be so embarrassing!" I joked, snatching the album away from her. Before I could even open it, a pair of cold hands covered my eyes. She cried out, "I won't let you see! I won't let you see!" I felt a surge of impulse; I really wanted to turn around and hug her. But reason prevailed over impulse, and I didn't do it. I'm a very traditional man; I didn't intend to take advantage of her.
I put down the photo album and said, "It's late, I'm going home." She was probably disappointed, but had no reason to keep me, only saying, "Okay, go home and have sweet dreams." It was a double entendre, which I only realized later. Back home, I lay in bed, carefully recalling what had happened that night. I vaguely felt that she seemed to like me, but then I thought it was impossible, because she had only been married for a little over a month!
The next day, she met me and said, "I have some more photos. Are you interested?" "Of course," I replied. "Okay, come to my dorm tonight." With that, she smiled and gracefully left.
Around 8 p.m., I arrived at her dormitory. The door opened, and she stood in front of me. I was surprised to find that she was even more beautiful than usual; she was wearing light eyeshadow and lipstick.
"Oh, you're wearing makeup?" I asked.
"Does it look good?" She was pleased that I noticed she was different from usual as soon as I walked in.
"It's beautiful, very pretty." I was telling the truth.
"Really?" She smiled, very happy. "I did my makeup especially for you."
"Come on, I'm not your lover," I teased.
"Ugh..." She smiled, quite charmingly, "Come in, don't just stand at the door talking." I went inside and closed the door.
"Actually, it's the same thing as yesterday, the ones I didn't show you," she said.
My real intention wasn't what it seemed. I sat on her bed, no longer paying attention to her photos.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No. It turns out it has been going on for over a year," I replied.
"You're 21 this year, right? You're still young, no need to rush. You're a handsome young man, why are you afraid of not finding a girlfriend?" she said.
"I'm really scared. Why don't you introduce me to someone?" I said.
"Sure, I'll take care of it," she said.
From that night onward, for months afterward, my sexual needs were truly in her hands.
That night, we talked more and more, and the topics became increasingly varied. From school to society, from romantic relationships to someone having an extramarital affair. Before we knew it, it was already one in the morning.
Suddenly she asked me, "Do you know why I've told you so much?"
I thought about it for a moment, then mustered up my courage and said, "I think you like me a little."
I lowered my head, not daring to look at her. "Yes," she answered firmly, "I like you."
She looked at me intently and asked, "Do you like me?"
"I like her." Of course I like her. From the first moment I saw her, I was captivated by her. It's just that she has a boyfriend and is getting married soon, and because of my conservative thinking, I haven't had any romantic feelings for her.
"Then why didn't you say anything? Why did you make me, a girl, speak first?" She was a little agitated. Yes, why didn't I speak first? I felt a pang of regret; as a man, I was less courageous than a girl. I didn't have that kind of courage.
"I'm sorry, but since you're already married, and it's only been a month, I didn't expect it..." It wasn't that I didn't expect it, but that I dared not expect it.
"I just love you!" Her voice choked with emotion, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
"But I'll ruin your family." That was my concern. Although I liked her, I wanted her to be happy even more.
"No, I promise I won't." She was getting a little anxious.
I reached out my hand to her, took her small hand in mine, and pulled her into my arms. She whimpered and nestled into my lap. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues locked in a passionate kiss. My hand slipped inside her blouse, caressing her large breasts, which I had longed for. She obediently raised her arm, making room for my hand. My penis was erect, and I felt the urge to make love. My tongue lightly licked her earlobe.
"Can I do it with you?" I asked timidly.
"But I'll get pregnant." She was a little scared.
"You're already married." What I mean is, you can have an abortion.
她想了想之後，點了點頭。我很高興，又有點緊張，我當初的願望馬上就要變成現實。我的手從那美麗的巨乳上滑了下來，滑過平坦、細膩的小腹，拉開她的腰帶，摸向她那神秘的小穴。那裡已是汪洋一片了，我的中指插進了她的陰道，溫熱、濕潤、滑膩的感覺啊，已經有一年半沒有感受過了。她脫去我的衣服，我赤裸著上身。「真健壯。」她輕撫著我發達的胸肌。我曾經做過健身，愛好體育運動，我對自己的身材感到自信。我輕輕的脫去她的上衣，解去她的文胸，一對巨大、堅挺、白皙的乳房展現在我的眼前。我俯下身，雙手扶著她的腰部，舌尖在她的乳頭上畫著圓圈，用牙齒輕咬，用力的吸吮。「啊···」她已經經不起我的挑逗，發出快樂的呻吟。我的雙手向下，撫摩她的臀部，順勢將她的內衣褲全部脫掉，她已經全身赤裸了。我將她抱起，放在床上。一絲不掛的她有些不好意思，用手擋著臉。我一邊欣賞著眼前這具完美的胴體，一邊飛快的脫去自己的衣褲，爬上她的身體，熱烈的吻著她的雙唇，一支手撫摩、揉捏著她的乳房，熱情而激動。她一支手抱在我的腰間，另一支手伸到我的襠下，抓住我堅挺的陰莖，上下的套弄著。
我分開她的雙腿，陰莖在她的陰部頂了兩下，全都偏了，好久沒有練習，都刺不準了。「小笨蛋。」她笑著罵了一聲，抓住我的陰莖，抵在洞口，「好了。」我微微用力，陰莖徐徐進入她的陰道。那種感覺真是舒服極了。我的陰莖感覺到她體內的溫度，燙燙的。「呃···」隨著我的陰莖的插入，她呻吟了一聲。
「你是處男嗎？」她問道。「我是。」我騙她。「我不信。」她說。「為什麼？」我問她。「直覺，女人的直覺。」她補充道：「你挺特別的，肯定有不少女孩子喜歡你。」我笑了笑，沒再答話，專心致志的幹我的活。她的陰道很緊，緊緊的握住我的陰莖。我快速的抽插，她陰道內的體液越來越多，漸漸的聽到「噗汲，噗汲」的聲音。「好多水呀。」我說。「滑嗎？」她問道。「滑。非常舒服。」我回答。龜頭在陰道的內壁上摩擦著，帶給我無限的愉悅。
「你怎麼不叫哇？」我插了五、六分鐘了，卻沒有聽到她叫床。「叫什麼？」她問道。「叫床呀。」天哪，她不會不知道吧。「怎麼叫？你教我吧。」她說。我沒了脾氣。「你和你老公做的時候，叫嗎？就是舒服的呻吟，控制不住的。」我問。她想了想：「不。」還好，我還以為是我功夫不到家呢。
我個人認為，女人叫床，其實是對男人非常好的鼓勵。女人越愉悅，叫的聲音越高，男人就幹的更起勁，因為他的努力得到回報，和女人一起享受著性愛帶來的快感。
幹了十幾分鐘，我有點累，漸漸的放慢了抽插的速度。「其實不一定非要快速的抽插，才有快感。慢慢的也不錯的。」她說，「我就覺得慢慢的比快的感覺更好。」那好，我就慢慢的插你。我一下一下的慢慢抽插，每一次都是盡根沒入，拔出來的時候露出龜頭，我的趾骨每一下都撞擊到她的陰蒂。僅僅三、四十下之後，她忽然發出愉悅的呻吟，身體隨之僵硬，兩腿僵直，緊緊的夾住我的身體，臀部不自主向上頂，重重的抵在我的趾骨上，十指用力的抓住我的背，將我的身體緊緊的壓在她的乳房上。我感覺到她的陰道在收縮，一下一下的，緊緊的吸住我的陰莖，伴隨而來的有一股股的陰精，從陰道的內部噴湧出來。她高潮了。
「親愛的，太棒了。」她抱住我的頭，在我的臉頰上親了一下，或許是太愉悅了，在她的嘴離開我的臉之後，才發出「嘖」的一聲。我說：「怎麼你的嘴離開我的臉後，才發出『嘖』的一聲？」「是嗎？」顯然她沒有注意到，隨即笑了，她覺得很有趣，「這是我的專例。我只對你才這樣親，對我老公都不這樣親，以後，你有女朋友了，也不許這樣親！」女人就是女人，有時候總顯得特別幼稚。我伸手去抱她的屁股，想把她擺正，卻摸到一手滑滑膩膩的粘液，原來是她體內分泌的愛液。
「這麼多，把床單都弄濕了吧？」我說。
「你累什麼呀？」我有點不服氣「一直是我在運動，你往這一躺，什麼都不用幹，光顧著享受了。」
「什麼呀，人家下面還要使勁呢，要不怎麼會那麼緊呢？」她說。
「是嗎？那你放鬆試試。」我說。她放鬆了身體，忽然間，緊緊握住我陰莖的那股力量消失了，前後的差距太大了，我終於相信了她的話，她是一直在用力的，她陰道的肌肉很強大。我忽然想到一件事情，有一本黃色小說上寫到一個女人的小穴能動，稱之為『活穴』。我對她說：「你會動嗎？就像生小孩那樣，向下用力。」「是這樣嗎？」我感覺到在她的陰道中，真的有一股力量，從內向外積壓出來。一點一點的，從龜頭開始，直到陰莖根部，非常明顯，非常舒服。我不禁大喊：「非常好，繼續。我的雞雞都快被擠出來了。」她也十分高興，更用力的買弄著，嘴裡還說著：「出去，出去！」真的，我當時真想就這樣一輩子趴在她身上，享受她帶給我的歡娛。
「讓我來伺候你吧。」她翻身將我騎在身下，用手扶正我的陰莖，一屁股坐了下來，溫熱、濕滑的陰道上下套弄著我的陰莖，比剛才我主動的時候還要舒服。她的雙手撐在我的耳邊，一對美乳就在我臉的上方，在我的眼前搖來搖去，這樣的美景，就是看一輩子也願意。我可以隨意的撫摩她的乳房，或者稍稍抬起頭部，讓她的乳房打在我的臉上。過了五、六分鐘，她忽然趴在我的身上，說道：「我累了，你怎麼還不射精啊？」我說：「這才幾分鐘呀，還不到半個小時呢。」「我老公每次才五、六分鐘而已，後來做的次數多了，才十幾分鐘。」她說。「那你能有高潮嗎？」我問道。「能啊，醫學上說，十五分鐘左右的性生活是對男女雙方最健康的。」她說，「十五分鐘足夠了。」
女人真是不一樣，有的喜歡快，有的喜歡慢，有的愛叫床，有的卻一聲不吭，曾經有人說，和一百個女人做愛，就會有一百種感覺。
「你有過性高潮嗎？那真是一種欲仙欲死的感覺。」她說。「我當然能射精。」我讓她趴在床上，分開她的雙腿，從後面進入她的身體，她也配合的撅起屁股，讓我有最佳的角度進入。她陰道前端的皺摺直接摩擦在我龜頭下端的冠狀溝上，真是無比的刺激，我身體的每一次撞擊，在她的臀部都夠能激起波浪，軟軟的，卻非常有彈性。十幾分鐘之後，我感覺我的高潮要來了，陰莖膨脹的像要裂開似的，「我要到了！」我大聲的喊道。「來吧，讓我們一起！」她顯然感覺的到。我的陰莖劇烈的收縮，一股精液澎湃而出。「啊~~~~~」受到精液的刺激，她也到了高潮。一陣快感過後，我忽然感覺很累，趴在她的背上。她側著頭，對我說：「親愛的，你真棒！」我笑了笑，沒有說話，高潮帶給我的快感還沒有完全結束，我的陰莖在她的陰道內，一跳一跳的，慢慢地軟了下來。忽然她的陰道一動，我感覺我的陰莖快被擠了出來，趕忙用力抵住，說道：「不行了，快掉出來了。」她嘻嘻一笑，說：「我犯壞呢。」她撕了點衛生紙，放在陰部，我把陰莖抽了出來，她連忙堵住，坐在床上，說：「我得把精液全都擠出來。」一會兒，她看了看手裡的那張紙，說道：「好多呀！」用鼻子聞了聞，「腥腥的，新鮮的精液的味道。」
我們收拾乾淨後，相擁著躺在一起。我問她：「你為什麼會看上我呢？」「因為你是個非常不錯的北京小伙子。很帥呀！」她說。熱戀中的女人說的話是不可信的。後來我才知道，她對她的老公並不是非常喜愛，只不過是她老公持之以恆的追求感動了她。她覺得她愛不愛老公沒關係，最主要的是她的愛人永遠愛她。結婚後，他老公因工作忙，缺少了對她的關愛，讓她覺得很寂寞。另外她覺得我是一個非常不錯的人，脾氣好，有愛心，非常細緻，又很幽默，很讓她喜歡。
After that, we made love like crazy, once for four nights in a row, to the point that I fell asleep while watching a movie in the theater. We also talked a lot. From her, I learned that women's bra cup sizes are A, B, and C, and that there was once a scoundrel who tried to rape her when she was drunk, but ejaculated before he even touched her body.
For a considerable period, we lived happily, like a couple deeply in love. We went to amusement parks and rode thrilling roller coasters; we went to a hotel in Xidan and drank expensive red wine; we went to Wangfujing Snack Street and enjoyed Chinese cuisine. Seeing the envious glances from passersby, I felt extremely content.
One day, she said to me, "Yesterday, my husband and I went to sing karaoke. There was a song called 'Parting at the River' that made me cry. The lyrics are so beautiful. I copied them down for you. I hope that our relationship will be like the one in the song, no matter how it ends, I just hope that you will remember me."
"Okay, I promise. No matter what the future holds, you will always be the most beautiful scenery on my life's journey. Whenever I look back, it will be filled with warm memories." We hugged each other and remained silent for a long time. She was beautiful, gentle, and considerate. I knew I had fallen deeply in love with her.
Two months passed quickly, and the Spring Festival was fast approaching. She said she and her husband were going home to visit their parents, and it might be a long time before we could see each other. I didn't want this departure to be the beginning of the end for our relationship.
One day after the Spring Festival, she called me and asked what my blood type was. My parents are both blood type AB, so of course I am too. She asked if I had been tested. I said no, and she told me I should get tested. She also said she had something important to tell me and asked me to meet her in Xizhimen three days later. I was very nervous. What could it be?
Three days later, I arrived at Xizhimen as agreed and sat down at a restaurant. We chatted about this and that, but never got to the point. I was getting anxious and asked her what was wrong. Her smile vanished, and she said seriously, "I'm pregnant."
This news was a bolt from the blue for me; my heart clenched. Dear readers, I wonder if you've ever felt this way—like suddenly seeing your long-lost, yet most beloved lover, but instead of being surprised, you're filled with astonishment.
Seeing my surprised expression, she sighed, "Is it sudden? I thought you'd be prepared. Now I don't even know who the father is. Are you really blood type AB?" I nodded. Seeing my affirmative answer, she was disappointed, "If you were blood type A, I would have had this child, regardless of whose it is, I would love it." She and her husband are both blood type A; if the child is blood type AB, our affair will be exposed.
In the end, she decided to have an abortion. After the miscarriage, she took leave. For more than a month, I had no news from her.
A month later, she found me and said, "Let's break up!"
I was surprised and didn't know why she did that.
"I don't want to go on like this anymore, I don't want to keep doing this secretly. Our colleagues are already gossiping about us. You know what? My husband has been so good to me lately. The day after my surgery, when I couldn't walk, he carried me home. During those days when I was especially weak, he stewed chicken for me every day and fed me bite by bite. He still loves me very much, and I can't let my husband down anymore."
"Can't we really continue?" I was in so much pain. "If you're willing, I can be good to you, I might even marry you!"
She was very surprised: "Don't scare me. This is impossible. You have to know how stressful a divorce is for a woman. There's no future for us."
"I finally realize that I was just a substitute. You only thought of me when your husband didn't love you; now that your husband loves you again, you're abandoning me? You're going back to him!" I choked up, shedding tears for the first time since I became an adult.
She cried too, but hardened her heart and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I hurt you. But believe me, you're not a substitute, I love you. But we won't have a future together. It's better to end it now than to suffer for a long time. Let's end it now before our feelings deepen. I promise you, you're the last person I'll ever love, and this will never happen again."
She was silent for a while, then said, "Also, their company gave us a room to take care of me after my miscarriage, so I'll be going home every day from now on." I know her personality and know that it would be futile to stop her, I just hope I can still see her.
"Can you reserve two days for me each week?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"one day?"
He still shook his head.
"Two weeks, one day?" I asked, my eyes pleading.
"Stop being childish. We can't go on like this. This lingering attachment won't do either of us any good. I need to fully commit to my family. With a house, we'll have our own home. Even if it's small, it's still my home!"
I argued with her for a long time, but in the end, I couldn't persuade her otherwise. Let it go, let her be. I don't want to break up her family; after all, she's a woman I once deeply loved. Her being able to live a good life is some comfort to me.
Six months later, she changed jobs. I never saw her again. She only called me once during the 1998 World Cup, saying that watching the World Cup reminded her of me, who loved playing football.
My relationship has ended, but I know I will not regret it. She will always be the person I love deeply. Whenever I think of this past, my heart will be filled with sweetness and warmth.

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