The perfect married woman I met during the pandemic

Speaking of the past three years of the pandemic, there have been many cases of couples having affairs or their relationships breaking down. This young woman is someone I met during the pandemic. She was originally from a relatively wealthy family; she worked as an admissions officer at a after-school care center and was also a fashion designer for a niche brand—the kind of person who was both cultured and well-off. Her husband, frankly, was more handsome than me—tall, thin, and good-looking—and owned a small company in another city, making him a talented, wealthy, and handsome man.

Normally, I wouldn't have much interaction with this type of person, but during the pandemic, everyone was in lockdown, and her husband was also in lockdown, so they were in a long-distance relationship. I happened to be using WeChat during the pandemic to discuss business, hoping to do some work with her. But when she showed me her home's interior design plans, wow, it was indeed a very tasteful and cultured style, and both she and her husband had high aesthetic standards. I felt this project wasn't suitable for my company. However, since I was bored during the pandemic, I chatted with her about interior design styles, and we ended up talking about everyday things.

The pandemic lockdown had just ended when I invited her to my company for tea. My plan was to persuade her to change her mind about the interior design and hopefully close a deal. However, she told me she'd wait for her husband to return from out of town before coming to the store together. This revealed that she and her husband were often separated, but as a fashion designer for her own brand, she had relatively more free time and frequently flew to see him. I chuckled, thinking about it, and realized that women get lonely and empty at home alone, especially since her husband, whom I later met, was quite handsome, though perhaps not as tall and imposing as me.

Later, her husband returned, and the couple came to my company to discuss the renovation. When I first saw her, I thought she had a great figure—slim waist and a large bottom—but the signs of aging were visible. Her breasts were probably small, maybe a B cup, but she was still very charming. While not my type of large breasts, I thought that if I had the chance, it would be nice to try something different with a woman who seemed cultured and sophisticated. I found her husband to be a very handsome and assertive man; such a man would inevitably attract some women in other places. She was naturally very worried, so she frequently flew to other cities to see him. Partly to keep an eye on him and alleviate her constant insecurity, and partly because, as everyone knows, a 30-year-old woman is at the peak of her sexual desire—hehe. Since she was going to see her husband to check up on him, she also took the opportunity to have sex with him.

Originally, their married life was stable, even sometimes like a honeymoon after a short separation; the couple still had passion. However, the pandemic disrupted this fragile stability. How so? Because during the pandemic, whether traveling to other cities or returning home, a short quarantine period was required, further reducing the already limited contact time for this long-distance couple. A woman who felt lonely, empty, and cold inside, yet was in a period of high sexual desire, experienced even more anxiety and suspicion.

I didn't initially have a strong intention to sleep with her. Due to the intermittent lockdowns and quarantines in certain areas during the pandemic, we initially just chatted on WeChat, then played QQ games like Dou Dizhu (a card game). I sometimes let her win a lot of coins, which made her very happy. Later, we started playing dice and truth or dare online. When playing truth or dare, well, you know how men are—they always want to ask some private questions. At first, it was fine; she just talked to me about general marital issues or asked me how to handle relationship problems, and I answered her quite well. I tried my best to make her feel secure in every answer. Later, since I had answered all her questions, and there was a lonely, empty young woman in front of me, I asked her more private questions, such as how long she had been separated from her husband and hadn't had sex, how long her husband hadn't come home, where she liked to have sex, and what her favorite sexual positions were. At first, she was still reserved and thought my questions were a bit too much. I shamelessly insisted that I'd already answered so many of her questions, and now it was my turn to ask hers, so why wasn't she answering? She seemed a little guilty, so she reluctantly gave me a reply.

Her answer still somewhat shocked me: her favorite places to have sex were her living room and her car, and her favorite position was doggy style. Holy crap, I was secretly shocked. She actually liked having sex in the living room and her car? That's a bit of an exhibitionist tendency. Doggy style is a popular position among many women because it brings the greatest sense of shame and stimulation. This seemingly cultured and conservative young woman actually enjoys intense stimulation in bed.

Next, she asked about my favorite position, and I said I also preferred doggy style. I said we were on the same page, so maybe we could try it next time. She said, "Don't even think about it."

Heh, I thought to myself, "You're being coy with me now, but sooner or later I'll grab your slim waist and big ass and fuck you to death, and I'll even cum inside you!" I then asked her how many men she had slept with. She replied that she had only slept with two: her first love from school and her current husband. I thought to myself that she was relatively conservative. I really wanted to find an opportunity to sleep with this kind of woman. Although she appeared reserved, the fact that she had discussed such private matters with me showed that she was indeed very lonely and empty inside.

With the intermittent lockdowns and quarantines due to the pandemic, she and her husband naturally saw each other less and less, sometimes not going home for months at a time. It was indeed very difficult for a woman to be alone at home, so sometimes when she was bored, she would ask me to go out with her, such as playing badminton, eating out, or exploring shops. Actually, she didn't ask much of her husband; she just wanted more companionship, but unfortunately, he didn't provide that. As a result, the gap between them grew wider and wider. Finally, one time when they were arguing on the phone, I happened to be there. The gist of it was that she suspected her husband of having other women. Whether he was really having affairs or not, he just admitted it. At that moment, she burst into tears. I comforted her for a while, and then suddenly she said, "Let's go to a hotel." I was naturally overjoyed. I didn't know if this was a windfall or if it was because I'd been spending so much time with her lately, or perhaps both.
Since she'd agreed to go to a hotel with me, I naturally didn't hold back. So I drove to her apartment building to pick her up and take her to a hotel. But when we got to the hotel and the car was parked in the parking lot, she backed out, saying she wasn't ready for next time. I was a little annoyed, but I had to go for it. However, I'm the kind of person who likes to push my luck, so I kissed her right there in the parking lot and even grabbed her breasts. To be honest, her breasts were bigger than I'd expected, or rather, fuller. After I'd only squeezed them a few times, she was already moaning and groaning. It seemed she was really horny, loved excitement, and wanted to have sex, but at the same time, she was afraid to take that step. Reluctantly, I took her home. But when I took her home, I even went upstairs to her apartment. There was no one there, so I boldly pushed her onto the sofa in her living room and started kissing her. Then I began to take off her clothes and bra, kissing her nipples. It was very rough, but strangely, if she had resisted, she should have pushed me away. Instead, she held my head tightly while I was sucking her breasts. Although she had two children, her nipples were rosy, and her breasts were very white, tender, and full. (Later, when we had sex, she always wanted me to suck her nipples hard and rub her breasts violently. Every time I sucked her nipples, she would moan and say it felt so good. I asked her, "Doesn't your husband suck your nipples?" She said her husband did, but it felt different to her, especially good. She couldn't stand it when I sucked her nipples. Actually, her breasts are very sensitive, and sucking and rubbing her breasts are very effective for her. Sometimes, if it had been a long time since I had sex with her, or if she felt guilty towards her husband and didn't want me to have sex with her, or if she was just pretending to be reserved, I would suck her nipples, and she would quickly start moaning and then give up her feigned resistance and obediently let me have sex with her. It was also a way of winning her over.)
Let me continue with my first time with her. She was already moaning from my sucking on her breasts, which showed how much she was enjoying it. I picked her up by her lower body and pulled off her panties. She struggled a bit, after all, she was a respectable woman, how could she not struggle for her first time? But she was no match for me, and I easily pulled her panties off. I noticed her vulva was a very light color. Why do I say that? Because I later discovered that she had fuller labia, which at first glance looked like a steamed bun, tightly wrapping her vagina. But after a few times, her inner labia would become engorged with blood and tighten, even turning outwards during thrusting. The sight was incredibly stimulating and pleasurable.

I pressed her down on the sofa and started thrusting. Although she wasn't particularly wet, it was incredibly hot and tight, with just the right amount of lubrication—a slightly oily yet incredibly hot and tight feeling. Thinking about it, her husband hadn't been back for so long, so her vulva had probably become tighter because it hadn't been fucked in so long. I felt incredibly excited and pleasurable at that moment. Originally, I just wanted to have sex with her once and be done with it, but I never expected to find a gem. A married woman with full, white, and rosy nipples, though not particularly large, and a tight, hot vagina, was being vigorously fucked by me on the sofa in her own husband's house. I felt incredibly satisfied, like I'd struck gold. Such a beautiful body was sitting at home unused, so I wasn't going to hold back. I fucked her on the sofa for a few dozen times, but it became a little inconvenient because the sofa was narrow; one leg was on the sofa and the other on the floor, making it difficult to fuck.

I simply carried her into her bedroom and threw her onto the bed. As I passed by, I noticed several wedding photos of her and her husband, as well as pictures of them traveling together, hanging on the wall. In the photos, they looked so harmonious and loving. But how could her husband know that his wife was now cheating on him? Her bed was clean and tidy. As soon as I put her on it, she started struggling again, not wanting me to penetrate her. I lifted her legs and hoisted them onto my shoulders, then thrust my big cock into her cunt again, continuing the unfinished intercourse. Whether she felt she couldn't escape or was enjoying it, she wrapped her legs around my waist, so tightly that it was difficult to thrust in and out. I pressed my entire body against her and French kissed her. I saw her face was flushed; haha, women's complexion is best at this time. Indeed, they need the nourishment of sex to stay young. I complimented her on her radiant complexion, secretly chuckling to myself that her husband hadn't fucked her in a long time. Well, I'll go the extra mile to give her a little more pleasure. I was putting in extra effort, fucking the gorgeous young woman beneath me, when suddenly she woke up with a start, yelling for a condom. I said I didn't have one, and she quickly told me to get one from her closet drawer. I rummaged around but couldn't find it, so she found it herself and handed it to me. I put on the condom, and there she was, already bent over, her big, white ass sticking out, ready for doggy style on the bed. I immediately raised my huge cock, gripped her big ass, and thrust it in hard. Heh heh, it felt so good, so incredibly good. If I had let her say she wasn't ready for next time, I think I might never have had the chance to see her again. I held her big ass and thrust in and out dozens of times, and then she reached out and grabbed my hand. Heh heh, I grabbed both of her hands and continued thrusting my huge cock into her. At that moment, I truly felt like I was galloping across a mare's back on the vast green grassland above her husband's head.
Driven by the idea of taking advantage of any opportunity, I showed no gentleness whatsoever. Since she was someone else's wife, I had absolutely no mercy and violently thrust into her from behind, relentlessly pounding her. She gradually lost her strength and loosened her grip, allowing me to completely free my hands. I continued thrusting into her while simultaneously slapping her large buttocks violently, leaving red handprints on her soft, white skin. Her moans grew louder and louder, as if cheering me on. I never imagined that this usually cultured and gentle woman could be so unrestrained in bed. All notions of restraint and shame were completely forgotten. Finally, with each thrust, her vagina tightened, reaching orgasm. I then lay on her back, gripping her breasts tightly, and ejaculated deep inside her.
After the sex, we rested for a while. She hurriedly cleaned up the mess and said, "Just this once." I didn't care, hehehe, since there's a pussy to fuck, I'll take advantage of any opportunity. Just this once, just this once, haha. Besides, I really struck gold this time. I slept with a married woman who had been living alone for a long time. Her breasts weren't big, but they were fair and full with rosy nipples, and she had a big butt, haha. Plus, I saved money on a hotel room.
We did it right there at her place the first time, and I didn't even have to pay for condoms; I used her husband's. I thought it would just be a one-time thing, but that night she called me to ask where I was. When we talked, she went on and on about her messy, mundane life. But I can understand; it's really tough being home alone and having no one to help you when something happens. Later, I helped her a lot when she was renovating her new house, and she successfully became one of my top-notch sex partners.

This married woman's desires were indeed very strong, but at 30, she was in her prime. Although she seemed conservative on the surface, she was willing to try all sorts of positions after I got my hands on her. At first, she said she always wanted to try car sex, so I tried to have sex with her in the parking lot of her apartment complex. She refused, only agreeing to give me oral sex. I discovered her oral sex skills were incredibly good; there was almost no teeth involved when she licked my penis, and her technique for licking and sucking my testicles was amazing, making me feel incredibly good. I ejaculated in her mouth twice and made her swallow my semen. She even told me she had never swallowed her husband's semen before. Later, after giving me oral sex a few times in the car, I forced her into the back seat and had sex with her directly. From then on, she became much bolder, frequently coming to me for car sex, sometimes even driving to a deserted overpass for it.
Once, when I went to her house to have sex, she was already dressed in white lingerie and waiting for me. Sometimes, after finishing work at the daycare center, she would drive out to have sex with me in the middle of the day. A few times, I didn't even use a condom and ejaculated inside her. Luckily, she knew how to buy and take birth control pills. Being a married woman really saved me a lot of trouble, and I didn't even spend much money.
That year, the intermittent pandemic lockdowns meant her husband was away from home most of the time. While she was busy renovating her house, I occasionally helped her, and of course, I also took advantage of the workers leaving to have sex with her in her new home. Finally, after her house was completely renovated, the first time I slept with her on her newly bought bed wasn't with her husband, but with me! As for the specifics, I can talk about that another time, hahaha.

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