My Second Single Life (Part 1)

My acquaintance with her was purely accidental. At the time, she was deeply immersed in an online romance and couldn't extricate herself. My existence was practically dispensable to her. Perhaps it was her indifferent attitude that angered me and aroused my desire to understand her and even win her over.
Actually, in terms of age, nothing would happen between us. It was just some inexplicable psychological thing that led me to start dating this 38-year-old woman.

Our initial conversations were boring because I had someone else in my heart. She wasn't very interested in me, and our conversations even reached a stalemate. However, I vaguely understood that the man in her heart was thousands of miles away. We were both in a small southern city, while that poor man was in Shenyang. Although they loved each other, they could only express their longing from afar. This strengthened my resolve, and I began my pursuit.
Generally, I start by comforting her, telling her to think more positively and enjoy life. Perhaps it's because God favors me, or perhaps it's because she's experienced emotional torment, but her heart has changed, and her attitude towards me has gradually changed. She has begun to open up to me.
She told me that she actually had a very good family. Her husband was a high-ranking leader in a state-owned enterprise, and they had a lovely daughter in the first year of junior high school. However, years of marriage had turned their love into familial affection, losing its luster. She, being a woman who couldn't bear loneliness, met the man online. But the distance between them, and the pain of longing, aside from a little bit of romantic comfort, brought endless yearning and suffering. My appearance was perfectly timed.

After chatting a few times, she told me her desires and needs, but because she loved him deeply, she didn't want to easily give in.

I knew that at this point, I couldn't rush things. She had already said she wanted it, so I knew what was going on. As for her deep love and reluctance to give in, those were just a woman's half-hearted resistance before going to bed. So I began my plan.
First, I got her photos. From the pictures, she looked to be in her early thirties. Although slightly plump, she was very well-maintained, with radiant skin. Her large eyes seemed to be hinting at something. Well, I should say she's a very sexy woman, the type that could ignite my fighting spirit. Having seen the photos, I was fairly satisfied. The next step was to meet her.
I chose to meet her after get off work in the afternoon. I said I would drive to pick her up, but she was worried about the crowds at her workplace and said she would walk out and we could just meet and chat on the roadside. I knew I had already succeeded halfway.
When I arrived at the agreed-upon bank, I parked the car and waited. About five minutes later, a simple-looking woman walked by. I don't mean she was unsophisticated, but rather that she wasn't glamorous. Her light makeup and light-colored clothing exuded the tranquil, calm, elegant, and dignified air of a mature woman. She wasn't a particularly beautiful woman, but her dignified appearance, combined with her overall demeanor, made her seem quite lovely.
As I greedily admired her, she walked over. After glancing around the door a few times, she fixed her gaze on my car. However, she didn't dare to come over and say hello. Seeing her embarrassed and helpless look, she even had a touch of girlish shyness and cuteness. I quickly rolled down the car window and said to her, "Looking for someone?"
"Yes!" she said with a sigh of relief.
"Get in the car!" I said with a wicked smile, watching this woman, who was 10 years older than me, blush like a young girl under my gaze.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down next to me. I rolled up the car window; because of the sunshade film, you could barely see anyone in the car except for the front, which calmed her down a lot.

I had originally planned to treat her to dinner, but she said she had to go home to cook for her husband and could only chat for a while before heading home. I had no choice but to give up on that idea. So, I drove around the city for a while and then dropped her off near her workplace. She had to ride her bicycle home.
Although our first meeting was brief, I could sense her attitude towards me from her eyes—there was a chance, haha…

Afterwards, I started showering her with compliments online. What woman doesn't like being praised? It was nothing more than saying how young you look, how elegant you are, and so on. You can't praise a mature woman for being beautiful, because she knows that time waits for no one. Even the most beautiful 38-year-old woman is past her prime. So, in my experience, it's better to avoid the obvious than to bury your head in the sand. And as it turns out, this trick always works.
After meeting once, our relationship progressed significantly. I called her Sister Wang, and she called me Brother. We even tried online sex. Her libido was very strong; she would become extremely excited with the slightest stimulation. Whenever I aroused her, I would suddenly stop, saying that just online wasn't enough and that it would be much better to do it in real life. At first, she hesitated a little, but later she went along with it.

Having broken through her psychological defenses, the next step was to find opportunities in real life.
She is a very disciplined woman. She goes to work on time and leaves on time, repeating this routine for more than ten years. Her husband has become accustomed to her schedule and to her appearing at fixed times and places. So, how will our opportunity arise?
First, it's impossible during work hours. Even if I were crazy enough to take time off work just for sex, she wouldn't have the courage. So, I can't possibly ask her out during work hours.

Second, lunchtime is out of the question. She rushes home after work to cook for her husband and kids. She's a kind woman and used to doing all the housework for her husband and kids. So, what about evening? I think evening might be an opportunity.
Just like our last meeting, it was possible she'd be home late from work. I later learned her husband had a habit of not attending lunch parties, but his evenings were always packed with them. He was a good husband, strictly reserving his lunch break for his wife and children, but he overlooked one crucial point: evenings are very important for women. Lunchtime is fine, but evenings offer more, especially for women nearing 40, whose libido is often strong. Without a man's touch, how could they possibly feel satisfied? She was one of those women. Perhaps she felt emotionally empty, but I knew her body also had needs.

Considering these factors, I decided to focus my time on her after work in the evenings.

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