One-night stand with a mistress

After my divorce, I left the state-owned enterprise and went into business with friends. The business didn't go well, but I was very familiar with the industry, so through a friend's introduction, I got a job as a mid-level manager at a subsidiary of a private group. It was during this time that I met my current wife.

In the business world, I made many friends, and when these friends got together, the most frequent topic of conversation was women. At that time, it was popular to "play with married women," which meant seducing respectable women into bed, behind their husbands' backs.

Once you found a good one, friends would often introduce you, have a few meals together, get her drunk, and then you could practically carry her to a hotel room. It was always a few times, then we'd stop and cut off all contact. It was dangerous; if the husband caught you, it was no joke.

Later, a very close friend told me he'd hooked up with a really good one—a woman who was a mistress, around 26 or 27 years old, beautiful and sexy. He'd slept with her once or twice; she was very wet and skilled in oral sex. He said he wanted to introduce her to me, and I was incredibly excited. One day he paged me, telling me to hurry to a restaurant for dinner. I knew he'd chosen a time. When I got there, he was chatting with a beautiful woman at the table. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and introduced me, saying I was his friend, and showering me with compliments. As

soon as I sat down, he ordered red wine from the waiter, insisting on having a good drink with me. I knew he was doing it on purpose, trying to get the woman drunk. I kept offering her drinks, making up various excuses. Beautiful women aren't immune to flattery, and it didn't take long for her face to turn red, and her speech to become slurred. My friend gave me a wink, then stood up and said he needed to pee, going to the restroom. I knew he was making an excuse to leave and wouldn't be coming back. I continued chatting with her; by this time we were quite familiar with each other. Whenever there was an opportunity, I kept offering her drinks. She asked me why he hadn't come back yet, and I said he might be drunk. She asked me to look for him, so I pretended to go for a walk, keeping an eye on her out of the corner of my eye, and then went to pay the bill. When I returned, she was already fast asleep at the table. I helped her out and hailed a taxi, heading straight to the hotel. I had booked a room beforehand.

Once inside, I quickly undressed her. Her skin was very fair and smooth, her breasts weren't large, but they were full, with nipples that were reddish-purple. She had a lot of armpit hair; women back then rarely shaved their armpits. She also had a lot of pubic hair. I spread her legs and carefully examined her vulva. Her labia were slightly dark, with some sparse pubic hair around them. The overall color of her genitals was rather dark, probably from too much sex. While I was undressing her, she groaned a few times and then fell silent. I began to slowly play with her. I liked to play with her first, and then penetrate her when she couldn't take it anymore.

I knelt down and started licking her vulva and the base of her thighs. Soon, I heard her nasal tone become heavier, and her body began to rise and fall. She started groaning again. Seeing that it was about time, I penetrated her directly. Under my frequent thrusts, she opened her eyes, looking half-asleep, glanced at me, and then closed them again. I thrust violently, her body heaving, and she started making sounds, "uh...uh." Finally, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I pulled out and ejaculated on her vulva, then wiped her clean with a tissue.

After the intense thrusting, I felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and I was exhausted, so I held her and fell asleep. I slept until the next morning, and when I woke up, I found she was gone. I don't know when she left. She had neatly folded my clothes and placed them there, with a note on them. I picked them up and read: "We'll never see each other again, and don't look for me." When I got back,

I told my friends about it, and they were very saddened. They sent her many messages and paged her, but she didn't reply. They haven't been able to contact her since; she's disappeared.

[The End]

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