I slept with my voluptuous female colleague who had just returned from maternity leave.

A female colleague joined the company last year. She was exactly 30 years old, with a round face, from Hunan, and had a very voluptuous figure—my type. She was about 1.62 meters tall, dressed simply, and had just gotten married. She had a great personality, a sweet smile, and especially her eyes, which seemed to bloom like flowers when she smiled. I often enjoyed chatting with her.

I also liked standing next to her desk to discuss work, because that way I could occasionally peek down from her neckline—a unique view. One summer, she wore a white shirt with a very low neckline. The moment I saw that kind of clothing, I knew there was something to see, so I found an opportunity to chat with her. As she unconsciously swayed her body, I kept adjusting my angle, and finally, I caught a glimpse of three-quarters of her breasts—they were huge.

She wasn't fair-skinned, but definitely not dark-skinned either; it was a very healthy, normal skin tone. That fleeting glimpse of her breasts under the office fluorescent lights made my heart race; I could almost hear it myself. I was terrified that she could hear it too. I quickly found an opportunity to leave, and it took me a long time to calm down.

After that day, I paid even more attention to her, plotting how to get with her. However, she had a good relationship with her husband and took relationships very seriously, so it seemed I had no chance. I probed her tone several times and found that she deeply abhorred things like one-night stands and extramarital affairs. Seeing her so resolute was actually disappointing, but in that situation, I naturally stood on her side and strongly condemned such behavior.

Occasionally, we would bump into each other after work, and I would seize the opportunity to chat with her. I even said, "She's the most feminine woman in our department." She blushed, hesitated for a moment, and said it was the first time she had heard someone compliment her on her femininity, adding that it might be because she was older. I quickly said, "No, you look about the same age as them, your skin is great, and your figure is better than theirs." She smiled without saying anything, but I could see a slightly different look in her eyes than usual. It wasn't exactly lewd, but there was definitely a hint of excitement. That look in my eyes wouldn't be seen in front of ordinary colleagues.

I think my words definitely left a mark on her heart. At least she knew I had some feelings for her, and she wasn't averse to them. I think this at least means I have a chance, however slim.

Sometimes at work, I'd see her walking ahead, and I'd deliberately follow behind at a leisurely pace, watching her back, especially her buttocks. I love watching a woman with a wasp waist and plump hips walk gracefully; the curves, the dynamic changes, often make me involuntarily swallow hard.

I especially love walking up and down stairs, not because I like exercising, but because I love watching her. When she walks up and down stairs, her slender waist and large buttocks are on full display, every muscle swaying perfectly, combined with the rhythm and amplitude of her movements. I'd become cross-eyed watching her. Every time, my gaze was enough to pull her pants down a thousand times over
. Just as I was cautiously approaching her, one day, she calmly told me some news, but for me, it was devastating. She's pregnant!!!

That's it, no chance for at least a year.

Sigh, there's nothing I can do. For the sake of the future, all I can say is congratulations and take care of yourself. Actually, my heart is bleeding because I had a plan. The company is organizing a trip soon. I was planning to use my position as the trip organizer to arrange a room for her alone. On the first day of the trip, we'd go hiking, making everyone very tired. Then I'd find an opportunity to go to her room, chat with her, give her a foot bath, and massage her. I believed that with my gentle approach and my usual efforts, she might give in.

But her sudden pregnancy completely disrupted my plans. She's not going on the trip either, saying she's newly pregnant and can't travel around… I don't want to hear the rest of her words. My heart… sigh.

In the following months, watching her belly grow bigger and bigger, her figure become fuller and fuller, her hips bigger and bigger, her back view more and more alluring, my heart was just… I endured it, I endured it.

When she was eight months pregnant, one day after work, as I was leaving the company, she suddenly came up to me and said that her husband was away on a business trip, but today was the delivery day for the stroller and crib they bought at the mall, and she was afraid she couldn't handle it by herself, so she asked me to come to her house to help. I readily agreed. Then I secretly sent a text message to my girlfriend saying that I had to work overtime and wouldn't be going out for dinner that night. I'd be back later. My girlfriend believed me and even texted me back saying I absolutely had to eat. Looking at my girlfriend's text, I felt a little guilty, but when I saw the back of that pregnant, plump female colleague, I completely forgot about her. For convenience, let's call her Xiaohui.

I went back to Xiaohui's house with her and we ate dinner at a small restaurant near her home. During the meal, I naturally chatted and laughed, making her so happy that even her big belly was shaking. She said it was the happiest day of her pregnancy, and even the baby's movements were particularly frequent and excited; she was happy, so the baby was happy too. I thought to myself, "Baby, if you knew I was seducing your mom, you probably wouldn't be happy, haha." Of course, I couldn't let her know that. I even praised her for being a smart baby.

When we got to her house, she called the mall to have the delivery person come. Half an hour later, the delivery person arrived. They were really mean; they only delivered to the first floor entrance and then refused to go any further, forcing her to sign for it before getting in the car and leaving. Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, I wanted to rush over and confront them, but she had a good personality and didn't want to argue. She grabbed my hand, and I naturally leaned against her, intentionally or unintentionally. From a distance, it looked like she was leaning against me. I could clearly feel her full breasts and protruding belly.

She probably felt a little embarrassed, so she let go of my hand and said, "Let's carry it upstairs together." I quickly said, "Are you kidding? I can manage by myself. You can just clear the way for me."

She looked at me in surprise and said, "Really?" This bed is really heavy, and this cart weighs over 20 kilograms. You can't possibly carry all this stuff at once. I said, "It's okay, you watch the cart downstairs, I'll carry the bed up first." After saying that, I picked up the cardboard box containing the bed and left. The bed was disassembled and assembled; it's basically just a flat cardboard box, so of course it's heavy because it's made of solid wood. It weighs about 40 kilograms. To be honest, I was a bit overconfident, because I usually sit in an office, and my body isn't what it used to be. I couldn't help but stop and rest after only carrying it to the second floor, but her house is on the fourth floor. I struggled mightily to carry it up to the fourth floor.

Then I went downstairs to get the stroller and came back with her. She led the way, and I think she looked very tired. She kept stopping to wipe my sweat with a tissue. Of course, I wouldn't miss this treat—watching a voluptuous beauty wipe my sweat, what a wonderful experience!

Finally, it was over, and I managed to carry both things back to her house. She looked very happy and kept thanking me. I told her I was too tired and needed to rest. I sat down on her sofa and leaned back. She gave me a towel to wipe my sweat. After wiping, I said, "My shoulders are so sore, can you massage them?" She hesitated for a moment, but quickly came over and started massaging me. Her technique was good. But maybe I really was too tired. Strangely, I fell asleep after only a minute. And it was a very deep, sweet sleep. She later said my snoring was almost like a car horn.

I slept for about half an hour before waking up. Falling asleep on the sofa is nothing like sleeping on a bed.
When I woke up, I found her assembling a bed, so I quickly went to help. With our combined efforts, the bed was quickly assembled. We washed our hands and sat down on the sofa to rest. As soon as she sat down, she said, "I'm so tired." Hearing this, I thought my chance had come and said, "Let me massage you." Without waiting for her reply, I started massaging. She hesitated, but seeing that I had started, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy it.

To woo this girl, I've clearly put a lot of effort into massage. I even went to a training course for a while. I'm definitely an amateur expert in this area. Sure enough, after just a few strokes, she couldn't help but moan and say, "It feels so good, I'd be so happy to be your wife." I replied, "I'm not married yet. But if I'm going to find someone, I want someone like you—gentle and virtuous." She didn't say anything and just continued to enjoy it.

Gradually, my massage area expanded, extending from her shoulders to her head, upper arms, forearms, and even fingers, then her back. She was now lying face down on the sofa. From her back, it was easy to touch her waist, and from there, I slowly moved to her buttocks. After massaging her buttocks a few times, her hand moved slightly, seemingly intentionally, and pulled my hand away. I didn't care; I continued massaging, lingering on her full buttocks for a long time. I'd finally got my hands on that big butt I'd been dreaming of for a year, and it was at her house! Her husband was away on a business trip, which made me even more excited. Before I knew it, my little brother was also getting hard.

I massaged from her buttocks down to her thighs and calves, then back to her thighs, my fingers occasionally brushing against the groin. Each time I passed her soft vulva, her body would tremble slightly. Although the movement was very subtle, it didn't escape my eyes and my hands.

Seeing that she didn't object, I became bolder. I increased the frequency of stimulation to her vulva, and now it was basically just a massage of her vulva. Her buttocks unconsciously arched up, indirectly cooperating with me. I cooperated with her, increasing the angle and amplitude of my massage.

She finally couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a soft "...ah..." from her nose. It was the kind of sound that was loud at first, then gradually became softer, melodious and beautiful. I loved that kind of sound, especially hearing it from someone else's pregnant wife.

As the intensity and frequency of my stimulation increased, her moans became more and more obvious, to me they were almost indistinguishable from moaning during sex. "...Mmm...Oh...Ah...Ha..." Her voice changed in pitch with the intensity of my movements. I really regretted not bringing a recorder to record her; that would have been heavenly.

I turned her over, wanting to touch her breasts, but she suddenly reacted, desperately protecting them, refusing to let me touch them. Seeing her protect her breasts, I ignored them and started pulling down her pants. She panicked and tried to pull up her belt. I touched her breasts again, and she really panicked, saying, "Please, don't do that, I'm pregnant now." Actually, I didn't really intend to have sex with her today; I just wanted to take advantage of her and lay the groundwork for the future. I deliberately teased her, saying, "What do you mean, 'don't do that'? If you don't tell me clearly, I might still do it."

She lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You mean...that, having...sex." Hearing this, I hugged her and said, "You're pregnant now, of course I won't do anything inappropriate." She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard me say that. I added, "But I feel really uncomfortable right now, look." She looked in the direction I was pointing. It turned out my little brother was already bulging against my crotch. She blushed and said, "Pah, who told him to be so bad?"

I took her hand and said, "Help him, look how pitiful he is all alone." Holding her hand, and half-heartedly, my pants were pulled down together. My little brother was standing tall. She looked at it for a while and said, "Yours is about the same size as my husband's. Are all men the same size?"

I laughed and said, "How could that be? Just like women's breasts come in different sizes. It's just that my size is the same as your husband's. That's good, it means we're destined for each other, you're suited for men of our size." She said, "You're so vain."

Then she started stroking it with her hand, watching me, observing my reaction, while stroking my little brother with her hand. Her technique was quite skilled; no wonder she's married, she's more experienced than a young girl.

After a while, I said, "It's too dry, can you give me oral sex?" She looked at me and said, "I knew you'd say that. You've really gotten a good deal today." I chuckled and remained silent.

She mumbled something, but I didn't hear it. Then she put her mouth to my penis, stuck out her tongue, and started giving me oral sex. At first, she was a little shy and kept her eyes closed, but she gradually warmed up and opened her eyes to look at me. Actually, I love it when women look at me while giving me oral sex. Because that allows me to appreciate their expressions, especially their eyes, and sometimes that feeling surpasses the pleasure of oral sex itself. That feeling of conquest is amazing.

She first licked me in circles with her tongue, then swallowed my penis little by little with her lips, and then slowly released it, rotating it, while constantly pushing, scraping, enveloping, and shaking my penis with her tongue. Her technique was superb; no wonder she got pregnant so soon after getting married. If I were her husband, I'd definitely be having sex every night.

Perhaps it was too stimulating, or perhaps she was too tired; she only lasted about five minutes before I couldn't help but ejaculate, getting it on her face, in her mouth, and on her clothes.

I wanted to help her wipe it with a tissue, but she said no, she could handle it herself. Then she lowered her head and said, "Okay, you should go now. You've been here long enough, it's time to leave." Seeing how determined she was and how quickly her attitude changed, I had no choice but to say a few perfunctory words and leave.

Perhaps she felt a little guilty after I ejaculated, hence the drastic change in her attitude. I comforted myself with this thought after leaving.
At work, we still acted as if nothing had happened, joking and chatting as before. After some time, she went on maternity leave. During that period, I always felt like someone was missing from the company.

I called her every day, of course, always while her husband was at work.

Six months later, she finally returned to work, and her maternity leave was over. I looked at her with a kind of expectation in my eyes. We both understood each other without saying a word. That evening, she told her family she'd be home late, citing overtime work, and I told my girlfriend the same reason. We agreed that I would leave work first, take a taxi to a business hotel 8 kilometers from the company, book a room, and then tell her the room number so she could take a taxi over.

While waiting for her, I took a shower, then lay on the bed with only a towel covering my lower body. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw it was a waiter bringing hot water. I was disappointed; although the waiter was decent-looking, she wasn't my target today. She seemed to understand and said, "Sorry to bother you," and left.

A while later, the doorbell rang again. This time it was definitely Xiaohui. I opened the door and, sure enough, it was her. I pulled her in, hugged her, and started kissing her passionately. While kissing her, I started undressing her. Once on the bed, I had her completely naked. She hurriedly said, "I'll go take a shower first." Wanting to enjoy myself a little longer, I let her go. But later, I secretly followed her to watch her shower. Watching her rinse away the foam little by little, looking at her full, fleshy body, I knew that soon she would be completely mine.

The thought alone fueled a surge of heat in my lower abdomen.

After she finished washing and drying herself, she tried to wrap herself in a towel, but I didn't give her the chance. I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, she bounced up, giggling. I laughed and pounced on her, calling out, "Honey, I'm here!"
She had a C-section, and I could still see the scar on her stomach. When she saw me looking at her, she quickly covered it with her hands, not letting me see. I smiled and said, "That's good, it's as tight as before down there." She replied, "You're getting a good deal." I chuckled twice and said, "Your husband and I are getting a good deal."

I started kissing her ear, the first place I touched a woman, because it's easy to arouse her desire there. I once met a woman, only held hands the next day, and just by kissing her ear, I got her into bed the very next day.

Gradually, she also got into the swing of things, closing her eyes and moaning. I slowly moved down, shifting my focus to her breasts. She had just finished maternity leave and was still breastfeeding; her nipples still had milk stains—so fragrant! Her breasts were large; I couldn't even grasp them with one hand. It was so satisfying. I squeezed and kneaded, busy and enjoying myself immensely. I even started suckling; supposedly breast milk is nutritious, but it has a fishy smell. I took a few sips and then stopped. I reached down and, wow, it was already soaking wet. The vast ocean there welcomed my anchor.

I positioned my penis, aimed the head at her vaginal opening, and with a soft "squeak," it was all the way in. She moaned along with my movements. I felt the wetness and tightness of her vagina. Thank goodness it wasn't a C-section, otherwise, today wouldn't have been so enjoyable.

I like two positions when having sex with women. The first is the traditional position, which allows me to closely observe the woman's expression and the way her breasts sway with my rhythm. Those waves, swaying rhythmically, are truly a beautiful sight. I enjoy varying the rhythm and intensity to watch her large breasts sway – it's exhilarating.

The second is the doggy style, where the woman lies prone like a puppy, fully exposing her large buttocks. I love admiring the curves of a woman's body from her waist to her hips and thighs. I especially love holding her waist and thrusting wildly from behind, watching her plump buttocks sway with each thrust. Those white buttocks, I almost want to devour them. Sometimes I understand those who express such feelings, because those buttocks can be truly alluring.

As my two favorite positions progressed, I couldn't hold back any longer and reached orgasm, ejaculating inside her.

Afterwards, we rested in bed for an hour before leaving the hotel.

We agreed to meet once a month to avoid being discovered too frequently. Of course, I chose her safe period, so we didn't need a condom.
In the following months, I cherished our monthly meetings. Although the intervals were long, the occasional eye contact at work, the knowing glances only we understood, the teasing gestures only we knew – each time thrilled me.

Once, we checked into a hotel. After getting the key from the front desk, we went to the room and found it unlocked. Not thinking much of it, we closed the door and started having sex. She wasn't even fully undressed; I'd only pulled her pants down halfway. She was lying on the edge of the bed, and I was standing on the floor having sex with her. As I mentioned before, this is one of my favorite positions, and it's often where I ejaculate. Just as I was getting into it, the door suddenly opened. It was the water delivery guy. He saw us, quickly closed the door, and knocked. I put my penis away, showed him the registration form, and after looking at it, he said sorry and left.

We were left in an awkward situation. She was already hiding under the covers, crying alone. I shouldn't have said anything. I wanted to say, "Let's continue," but seeing how heartbroken she was, I didn't dare.

I held her, and she cried in my arms for a while before falling asleep. I fell asleep too.

When I woke up later, I started teasing her, but she pretended to be asleep, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. I teased her for a while, but perhaps because she was still emotionally affected, she remained dry for a long time. I spat on her genitals and then thrust in. Although it was a little awkward, it was more stimulating and the friction was stronger. She lay there silently. I also silently buried myself in my work. Finally, my efforts paid off. I could clearly see white foam on my penis, and her body slowly began to cooperate with me. Her buttocks were lifting up, and she started moaning, "You bastard... how come... you're coming again... ah..." I didn't care. I hadn't been satisfied before, and now I was going to make up for it.

Despite being drenched in sweat, I continued. I grabbed her breasts and began to attack her head-on. She touched my pectoral muscles with her hands, crossed her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her hair was loose, her head was shaking constantly, and she was saying things I couldn't understand. Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was erratic, and her body undulated with my thrusts. Looking at her full figure beneath me, and remembering how serious she usually was at work, my penis went numb, and I couldn't help but throb. She shuddered and orgasmed after I ejaculated on
her. Our relationship lasted for over a year until I changed jobs. I contacted her again, trying to meet up. But she said she thought we should break up amicably. I was disappointed, but I respected her decision. After all, she was married; you can't expect someone to be your secret lover forever. However,

I believed that if I went to see her, and the timing was right, she would definitely sleep with me again—I had no doubt about that. Although she didn't say it explicitly, she sometimes said during sex, "I've never felt so good." This indicated that her husband wasn't as good as me in that area, and she was still infatuated with my penis.

Later, we had sex a few times a year. Each time was incredibly enjoyable and wild. The funny thing was, she introduced me to one of her junior classmates, who was practically a younger version of her. I was smitten. We quickly became a couple. Of course, I still maintained a close relationship with her. Sometimes I liked to compare the differences in their figures. But to avoid mispronouncing them, I usually called them by their names, and in bed, I called them "baby." That way, if I'm having fun, I won't mispronounce anything. Anyway, it'll always be, "Baby, you're so tight today."

Speaking of tight, once when I was having sex with her, I felt she was very tight, and I ejaculated quickly. But she said she didn't feel particularly tight. Could the tightness be related to my state at the time? Was I just particularly excited that day? I don't understand why. That was my worst performance ever, and she teased me about it for a long time. Later, I told her that men don't like women saying that, so she stopped saying it. Later, she told me that she mainly thought my performance was particularly bad that time, so she thought I must have seen or thought about things I shouldn't have, which made me particularly excited. After her reminder, I remembered that before seeing her that day, I saw a woman with a big butt on the street, and I followed her for a long time. My penis was so hard it hurt in my pants, so when I saw her, I was incredibly excited.

Another time, she, her husband, me, and my new girlfriend went on a trip together, staying in a large suite. Her husband got drunk. That day, I had sex with my girlfriend first, then we went to another room and had sex with her again. I ejaculated a lot. I slept until the afternoon of the next day. Her husband woke up too and said to me, "Dude, you drank too much last night, sorry about that." I thought to myself, "I really did have to work hard on your wife's belly." Haha. Her husband still considers me a good friend and often asks me out, but I felt a little guilty and mostly turned him down.
Later, she changed jobs and almost came to my current company. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and she went to another company. She told me that there was someone there who was interested in her and was secretly pursuing her. She even asked me what she should do with that person. I said, "You have your husband and me, don't bother with anyone else. We'll get jealous." She chuckled. Although she's getting fatter now, I actually like her more and more because I like curvy women.

One weekend, I was walking down the street when I suddenly saw a sexy woman, and I followed her for a while. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I ran to the nearby shopping mall and called her from the restroom, asking her to moan and groan on the phone, like we were having phone sex. She moaned and groaned on the other end, and I closed my eyes and imagined her being fucked by me. Soon, I ejaculated on the restroom door. I let out a long sigh, finally calming down.

Then I started chatting with her again, telling her about her worries and trying to help her. I especially enjoy chatting with my woman. Because once she's your woman, she sometimes tells you things her husband doesn't know, treating you like a confidante. I particularly enjoy this feeling. Sometimes it's even more satisfying than just having sex. Because it's a feeling of conquest, not just physical conquest, but also spiritual conquest. Only with this dual conquest of body and soul will a woman be completely devoted to you.
Later, I got married, and my wife became pregnant. I consulted her on many things related to the baby. On one hand, I talked to her more, making her realize that she had strengths I lacked. On the other hand, I also made my wife see me differently, feeling that I treated her well, cared for her, and was different from other men. Haha, I had both a red flag and a colorful one flying.

However, later, the frequency of our sex life decreased. Maybe it was because we were getting older, or maybe we were too familiar with each other. She practically became my second wife. Even a mistress loses its novelty over time, and her age naturally reduced her attraction to me. Later, I treated her as a confidante.

Of course, I kept our relationship a secret from my wife. Because it wouldn't benefit our relationship. Sometimes I wonder, how many women should a man have in his lifetime, and how many women should he have at the same time?

That concludes my story with her. The sexual details are all fictional. But this person is real, and we did have a good personal relationship. My experiences and insights in the story, some minor details, and even some dialogues are all true. I simply used artistic editing techniques to blend different people and different times together.

From the time I turned twenty and became a man, to now, besides two prostitutes, I've had relationships with five women, and seven or eight others with whom I had intimate relationships but no sexual relations. The shortest sexual relationship lasted two months, and the longest, of course, is with my current wife, which has lasted over four years. Each of them is different in appearance, figure, and background. They are all different, plump and slender. Being thin has its advantages, and being plump has its charms.

Actually, just considering their vaginas, one woman I really dislike is the best. Her vaginal tightness is average, but she's very good at shaking her hips. Among the women I've been with, including those two prostitutes, only she shakes her hips. When she shakes, the muscles in her vagina deform, and my penis feels incredibly good inside her. Basically, my sex with her is very short, the shortest being only two minutes, and the longest no more than ten minutes. She's just too good at shaking. If she takes the initiative, I will definitely lose. Sometimes I'm even a little afraid of her being on top, because when she's on top, I almost always ejaculate very quickly. Although she doesn't say anything, she always makes me feel embarrassed.

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