Marriage is boring, try having an affair with a married woman

Since getting married in 2003, I've led a boring, aimless life. I met a woman I didn't like and married a woman I didn't love. We rarely have sex; I masturbate more often than we have intercourse. What does that mean? Fellow enthusiasts will understand. I often go out drinking and come home late at night to avoid our usual sex.

Once, after drinking, a colleague suggested we go to karaoke. When we got to the karaoke room, the two of them insisted on hiring escorts—essentially, prostitutes. I just picked one; I wasn't really interested in singing. I was touching her breasts, and she touched my penis. We were in a corner, and she used a cushion to cover herself while giving me a handjob. I must say, her technique was good; she used only her thumb and forefinger to pinch the glans and frenulum (I'm a clinical student, so this is technically terminology). I'm very sensitive there, and I ejaculated in just 10 minutes. They were singing, knowing what we were doing, but they didn't disturb us.

In the summer of 2004, I went to a higher-level organization to submit a work summary. A woman from a certain department received me. This woman was ten years older than me, but very young; I initially thought she was two or three years older. Later I learned her age. She was a very elegant woman; the term "woman" was perfectly apt. Her hair was long and flowing, her features delicate, her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard, her chest rising and falling evenly with her breath.
I stood opposite her, staring intently, my eyes blazing with lust. Suddenly, she looked up, startling me, and asked, "Is there something you need?" I was speechless, stammering. She smiled: "You're Director Wang's subordinate, right? New here? Sit down." I felt incredibly embarrassed. I quickly sat on the sofa. She poured me a glass of water. As she stood up, my eyes were fixed on her buttocks, full and firm under her pencil skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings; her legs were so white. I handed her the summary. She looked at it for a while and asked about some of our department's achievements. She maintained her smile throughout, while my palms sweated and my mouth went dry. I thought, I have a plan. As I was leaving, she saw me to the elevator, handed me a business card, and said, "For work-related issues, we can discuss them by phone; there's no need to come back." I stepped into the elevator under her gaze and said goodbye

. For a week, I kept thinking about this woman (hereinafter referred to as D), always looking for an excuse to visit her again. Finally, the opportunity came. A week later, one day at ten o'clock, the director asked me to deliver an urgent document to another department of the higher-level organization. I deliberately got off the elevator on the 5th floor, passed by her office door, and glanced back. To my surprise, she was staring blankly at the door. Our eyes met. She was startled at first, then nodded at me and asked what I had delivered. I said it was a document from the ** department. She said it was on the 7th floor, though I actually knew which floor it was on. After delivering the document, I mustered my courage and went back to the 5th floor, entered her office, and she greeted me with a smile again. I said, "Sister D, may I sit for a while? I hope it won't disturb your work." She said no. I pretended to chat about work, but actually I just wanted to see her. Her perfume was very strong today, and it was invigorating. As we talked, I checked the time—oh no, it was lunchtime! I had to go. Sister D said, "Even if you go back to the office, you won't make it in time. How about I treat you to something to eat?" I said I couldn't possibly accept that, but I went downstairs with her anyway. She went to the backyard, took a key out of her bag, and asked, "Can you drive?" Of course I can. When we got to her car, wow, it was a white M6, perfectly matching her outfit. "Sister D, where should we eat?" "Pizza Hut."
We went to a Pizza Hut in the bustling city center, sat down, ordered two set meals, and started chatting. It turned out Sister D's husband was in international trade, currently negotiating projects in Germany. He only flew back during holidays, and their child, in high school, came home once a month. While she ate, I secretly glanced at her exposed cleavage, completely mesmerized. She's a wealthy woman, and her husband isn't even around. What a great opportunity!

So, I launched into a long, rambling conversation, from national affairs to work achievements, to the internet and travel—I talked about everything under the sun. Before I knew it, it was 2 a.m., work time! Time to get back. That night, I couldn't sleep, imagining making love with her. I was hard for most of the night. The woman next to me wanted some, but I made an excuse that I was too tired and turned away to fantasize. The next day, I texted Sister D: "Thanks for lunch yesterday. How about dinner tonight?" Sister D replied: "OK, you choose the place." (Damn, she's getting interested, she's taking the bait.)

That evening, I drove her M6 and took her to Shangdao Coffee. The environment there was great, perfect for romance. They not only had tea and coffee but also business set meals. We ate and chatted about everyday life and work, rambling on and on. Actually, I was thinking about where to go next. My gaze kept wandering over her chest, admiring her fair skin, imagining making love with her. I drank two bottles of beer and was suddenly overcome with lust. I said to her, "Let's go for a walk in the countryside to clear our heads." She didn't object, so, slightly drunk, I drove my M6 (drunk driving wasn't strictly enforced back then) towards the eastern suburbs of our city, where there were many greenbelts and fewer tourists. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at a riverbank and parked the car facing the canal. It was summer, and it got dark very late; the sun was almost setting. We sat in the car, chatting. My eyes began to scan our surroundings—nobody was there! Great, heaven was on my side! I suggested she recline the passenger seat so she could straighten her back, and she did.
We lay back in the seat and continued chatting. I told her jokes, getting increasingly vulgar. She listened and laughed, but when she heard a joke that made her blush, she would pat my shoulder, her face turning bright red. Every time she patted me, my penis would thrust against my skin; I was almost at my limit. The sky was getting dark, and I quickly looked around. No one was there. I said to her, "I'm going to get out and stretch. Do you want to get out too?" Actually, I wanted her to get out of the car. I pressed her against the hood and started my actions. She said, "I'll lie down for a bit . I'll go home

soon." The opportunity was slipping away; I couldn't hesitate any longer. I got out of the car, went to the passenger door, and opened it. She thought I was going to take her for a walk, but instead, I climbed into the car and pinned her down. The seat was reclined, and she exclaimed, "What are you doing!" I panted, "Sis, I like you." She struggled fiercely, pushing against my shoulders with her hands, but she was no match for my strength. I grabbed her breasts and started kneading them. They were so firm and bouncy; a woman nearing forty, still so full. She tried to protect her breasts, so I attacked her genitals, reaching under her skirt with one hand. She tried to protect her genitals again, but I attacked from both sides. She couldn't take it anymore. As I continued to knead her breasts, her breathing became uneven, and she yelled at me, "What are you doing?"
I suddenly grabbed her hands, leaned over her shoulders, and whispered, "Sis, I really like you. Don't resist, I won't hurt you." I slowly moved my lips to hers, listening to her irregular breathing. Her hands slowly relaxed. I released her grip, embraced her, and kissed her passionately. She stopped resisting. My penis was already wet; it had actually been wet since we met at the coffee shop. I kissed her lips, her earlobes, her neck, and she closed her eyes, letting me ravage her.

I quickly unbuttoned her shirt, skillfully unhooked her bra at the back, and moved it aside. In the dim light, damn, her breasts were really firm. Could she have had breast implants? I started gently playing with her breasts and nipples. No, they weren't implants. I'd seen breast implants during my clinical internship and had examined them; they felt different. Her breathing became even and strong. I teased her nipples with the tip of my tongue, while with my other hand, I started pulling down her panties. Ugh, taking off clothes in the car was so difficult; I was drenched in sweat, and summer mosquitoes started buzzing around. I closed the car door, started the engine, and turned on the air conditioning. I continued pulling down her panties, pulling down one leg, and continued kissing her nipples. She started moaning softly. I quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, touched my penis head—slippery—aimed at her vagina, and thrust in. Before penetrating, I tested the opening with my middle finger. Damn, she was even more lubricated than I was. Let's get to the point. I held my penis and rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina. Her moans grew louder. I thrust in hard, feeling the heat and the slippery comfort. The moment I entered her, I thought: I'm having an affair, a real affair. I kissed her neck and started thrusting. Oh, it felt so good. She responded, slightly wiggling her hips. After a few minutes of thrusting, this position became too tiring. So, I opened the car door, looked around (hopefully no paparazzi), pulled her out of the car, and pulled her panties off her other leg, letting her lean against the hood of the right front wheel. The hood was a bit hot, but who cares? I'd forgotten to turn off the car. I was in a hurry and didn't care, and if we ran into anyone, I could just get in and leave. I held her legs with both hands and thrust my penis into her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I fucked her hard. Her moans subsided, probably because she was afraid of being heard. This height was perfect, and I really liked this position.

As I fucked her, I took off my shirt, and then hers too; fucking her while clothed is very uncomfortable. Her skirt had a zipper, so I easily pulled it off while fucking her and placed it under her buttocks, afraid the car hood would burn her. In the darkness, her skin still looked very fair. I fucked her harder and harder, and the sounds of our skin colliding grew louder.
Her breasts trembled under my thrusts. I fucked her in this position for five minutes, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. After all, it was my first affair, and it was outdoors, so it was very tense and exciting, and it didn't last very long. I immediately pulled out my penis, made her turn around, her buttocks sticking out, and inserted it from behind, rhythmically "slap," "slap" against her big white buttocks. After only two minutes, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I immediately asked her, "Sis, do you have an IUD?" She hummed and mumbled, "Ejaculate inside, I have an IUD." As soon as she finished speaking, I shut my mouth and screamed... a gush of nectar spurted in. I slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the afterglow. Looking around, thankfully, there were no car lights or pedestrians. I continued thrusting, semen starting to flow down her inner thighs, dripping onto my shoes.

I pulled out my penis, hugged her from behind, and whispered, "Sis, that was really good. Did you enjoy it?" "Mmm," she nodded, lowering her head shyly. We were both covered in sweat. I reached out and touched her vagina—damn, I couldn't tell whose fluid it was; it was all slippery.

Then I realized some parts of my body were incredibly itchy. Damn, mosquitoes! While I was having sex with her, mosquitoes had "gang-raped" us. We got dressed, stood still for a while, speechless. We quickly got in the car, afraid of catching a cold from the air conditioning. I adjusted the temperature, drove off, and smiled as we drove back into the city, watching the stars bless us. When we reached a pharmacy, she said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to buy some cotton swabs; we're out."
(I later learned she bought emergency contraception; she told me she didn't have an IUD and was worried I wouldn't be satisfied with ejaculating without it). She went home and upstairs. I saw it was late and took a taxi home. I had planned to go upstairs and have sex again, but I didn't want my affair to be exposed, so I hurried back to the home I didn't want to return to.

The next day, I continued texting her, saying ambiguous things. She responded to me. From then on, I made love to her at least twice a week. One time, it was on a mountain in a scenic area. Most tourists turned back halfway because there weren't many attractions ahead, but I dragged my sister along to keep going. Wow, it was so far! Although I knew there was a path down the mountain on the map, I didn't expect it to be this far. There was a middle-aged couple behind us, probably just making things up, who followed me for 30 minutes before we shook them off. We started going down the mountain. The scenery in October was truly enchanting, with red and yellow leaves everywhere. I led my sister to slowly admire the scenery, occasionally touching her breasts, kissing her, and patting her buttocks in a flirtatious way.

As we were about to descend, I led her into the woods, to a rocky area. Looking back, I was a little scared; I wondered if there were any snakes. I started kissing her. I didn't need to undress her anymore; we took off our own clothes on our own. The afternoon sun was so warm and cozy. I kissed her all over, and all we could hear were birdsong; there was no other sound. We started making love. She first teased the head of my penis with her tongue, making me feel a tingling sensation. I unconsciously began thrusting, grabbing her hair and rhythmically swaying it back and forth. Her oral skills were good; there was no teeth involved. She took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her vulva and anus, because she had urinated several times and was worried the smell would affect my pleasure. She turned around, her buttocks exposed, her vulva and anus clearly visible. I squatted down and began teasing her vulva with the tip of my tongue; there was still a faint, lingering odor. I slid my tongue down to her clitoris, flicking it up and down, and she slightly twisted her hips in response.
Then I slid it around her anus, circling it until she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted me to sit on her clothes, and she squatted on top, aligning my penis with her vulva and sitting down. She moved up and down, her hands on my shoulders, constantly shouting. Luckily, there was no echo here, otherwise, if she attracted another wolf, I might not be able to handle it. My pubic area started to get wet, and my penis began to go numb. I lifted her down, sat her on a rock, and, still in my favorite position, stood and fucked her hard.

I figured I was about to ejaculate, so I pulled out my penis, put it in her mouth, and told her: "Continue!" She took my penis in her mouth and thrust rapidly. A minute later, she came.

After getting dressed, my legs were weak on the way down the mountain, and I had to rest more than ten times before I finally left the scenic area. Going up and down the mountain had already exhausted me; any more sex in the wild, and I just wanted to find a place to sleep. Our relationship continued until the fifth woman appeared, and then Sister D left me. I know I hurt her deeply; she was really good to me. But it was too late to undo it. After that, I rarely went to her office building, and even when I did, I avoided it, afraid of seeing her.

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