cheating on married woman

Afei is my colleague and also a very good friend. Although he's a temporary worker at my company, having only been there for a little over two years and assigned to the department under my supervision, we hit it off immediately. There was absolutely no superior-subordinate distance between us. Even so, he still respects me a lot, especially at work where he's always incredibly cooperative. Off-duty, we're like brothers, which I think is great and even more beneficial for our work.

Two years ago, he married a beautiful woman named Wu Haiyan. She's only twenty-five this year.

With her pretty face, slender figure, and full breasts, she attracts the attention of many men wherever she goes.

Unfortunately, I heard from others that Haiyan had been taken to the south by her ex-boyfriend to work as a hostess, and they lived together for six or seven years. Later, that man found a woman younger than her and dumped her. With only a pocketful of money, she returned home and started an affair with Afei. Afei was very attached to her, firstly because he was infatuated with her beauty, and secondly because he coveted her money. He didn't care about her past at all, but was always proud of his wife's beauty.

Since Afei and I were good friends, on their wedding day, I busied myself with all the arrangements, from taxis to the banquet, even more attentive than his parents. As his superior, they were overwhelmed with gratitude for my treatment. They stayed in their new home for three days straight, inevitably interacting with the bride, and that's how Haiyan and I became acquainted, occasionally exchanging a few jokes.

No one expected that a year later, the beautiful bride would end up in my bed, and I would have sex with her.

Actually, the whole thing started by coincidence. When I decided to share this private matter with the world, I hoped that my fellow enthusiasts wouldn't miss any opportunities. "Nine out of ten women are willing, it's just a matter of the man's mouth not being tight."

This ancient saying proves that women and men are the same—creatures with flesh and blood, feelings, and the capacity for sex and love.

With just a little effort, you'll reap unexpected rewards. Below is my story with the female protagonist.

Once, our company needed to replace a batch of security guard uniforms. The leader decided to send me, who was in charge of security, on a business trip to Nanjing. The day before I left, I was drinking at Afei's house and told Haiyan that I was going to Nanjing with my car. To my surprise, she was overjoyed, saying she'd never been to Nanjing before and insisted on coming with me. I glanced at Afei's expression; he also had an expectant look on his face, waiting for my nod. He always considered me his older brother and most trusted superior, so he definitely trusted me. Of course, I wouldn't refuse. With such a beautiful woman by my side, I believed that any normal man would feel something strange in his lower body upon seeing Haiyan, including myself.

Before leaving, Afei saw Haiyan to my car, repeatedly instructing me to take good care of his wife. Little did I know that my "taking care" would lead him to embrace his beautiful wife, making her my possession.

Our car set off. The train journey from our place to Nanjing takes over eight hours, and even our current Santana sedan would take six or seven hours at its fastest. There were only three of us, including the driver. Haiyan was a young, beautiful woman who hadn't yet given birth. Having experienced the glitz and glamour of city life, she had a cheerful personality and spoke with poise and elegance.

Her presence was what made the otherwise mundane journey lively. Even the experienced driver couldn't resist peeking at her in the rearview mirror. For our safety, I angrily pulled the mirror aside, and he sheepishly complied. We sat in the back seat, with her very close to me. Although I casually glanced out the window, I could smell a fragrant, intoxicating scent.

I felt a surge of desire, wanting to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her passionately.

But reason told me she was my friend's wife! As my thoughts were in disarray, I suddenly realized that on the road near Wuhu, the road was jammed with cars, as if there had been a car accident ahead. Having been traveling for half a day, I was a bit tired and wanted to stretch my legs to see what had happened. Haiyan insisted on coming with me, so I agreed. As we walked, the faint smell of blood made her instinctively move closer to me and grab my arm.

I greedily inhaled her fragrance, my mind filled with thoughts of possessing her. When we reached the front, a bloodied man lay under the wheels of a truck. The horrifying scene before her eyes startled her, and she lunged at me. I pulled her close, her face flushed—whether from fear or embarrassment at my embrace—she didn't dare look at the gruesome sight below, but instead looked at me. I stared intently at her, at her alluring appearance, and tightened my grip on her waist. She didn't resist.

Back in the car, neither of us spoke. She seemed still reeling from the terror of the moment, while I savored the fleeting pleasure, even though she was the wife of my subordinate and friend. We

drove in hushed tones until evening when we finally arrived in Nanjing. We checked into a guesthouse arranged by the clothing company. The driver and I were assigned standard rooms on the tenth floor, while Haiyan was given a single room on the seventh. The company provided dinner that evening. Because of the drinking involved, the driver, who couldn't hold his liquor, only ate a little and went to his room early. Haiyan, however, diligently shielded me from drinking, making the hosts envious and treating her like my confidante. We exchanged smiles, offering no explanation, nor was there any need to. She stayed with me until the end of dinner. In the elevator, everyone remained silent. I didn't know what she was thinking, but a wicked thought stirred within me.

I escorted her to her room. Haiyan smiled and said, "Come in and sit for a while!"

I gazed at her alluring little mouth and followed her involuntarily. We sat on the sofa, and she sat on the other side. Her sleeveless mini-dress was very short, and her two snow-white legs were incredibly arousing. She didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say either.

Facing this goddess of my dreams, I was speechless; her smile was simply too captivating. Nervousness made me uneasy, and my words became incoherent.

She was so alluring, her beauty irresistible. I especially loved her lips—her pretty red lips—and her full breasts, almost spilling out of her sleeveless dress.

Actually, it's despicable to steal from a friend's wife, but I had a wicked thought for her because she truly could make any man swoon.

We were already quite casual with each other, and her very generous nature gradually eased the atmosphere. Our tension dissipated, and we started chatting and laughing.

My eyes never left her body. Facing the neatly dressed Haiyan, I was already having fantasies; I even imagined her completely naked.

“Nanjing is a nice place. Where are you planning to go tomorrow? I’ll have the driver take you,” I said, trying to break the ice. My words were rather unoriginal. She smiled at me, but I felt a little lost.

“Xiao Yan!” (I called her that because of her husband). “Go ahead!”

She seemed to read my mind.

“Xiao Yan!”

I was so useless; I was like an idiot, only able to call her by her name.

She looked at me tenderly, patted the sofa, and gestured for me to sit down. Fueled by the alcohol and the afternoon’s events, I became much bolder. People say, “Alcohol makes heroes, lust makes courage!” So I almost lost control.

I sat beside her, hesitant to speak.

“What do you want to say? Just say it!” She was even calmer than I was.

“You’re so beautiful!”

I said, risking a slap, “I really like you, Xiao Yan!”

But she didn’t get angry; she just lowered her head.

I noticed she blushed slightly; after all, I was her husband’s friend! At that moment, she probably didn't know how to answer me, but she didn't refuse. I mustered up my courage and pounced on her, and she actually gave in. I was so nervous that I trembled. Although she was my friend's wife, alcohol and lust had overshadowed everything.

I gently lifted her fragrant cheek, gazing at her slightly closed lips. I could no longer resist. I gently covered her alluring red lips with my own, kissing her. She only slightly pulled away before closing her eyes. Excited, I first moistened her lips with my tongue, then gently pried them open with the tip of my tongue.

As I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she couldn't help but make a sound. I could feel her trembling slightly, so I further licked her tongue slowly with the tip of my tongue.

Her breathing became louder, and soon our tongues were intertwined. She obediently leaned into my arms, and we were both immersed in excitement and pleasure. I greedily sucked on her fragrant tongue, while my lower body gradually hardened.

At this moment, my hands began to involuntarily touch her breasts. Without any resistance, I quickly kneaded Haiyan's full breasts.

Under the thin gauze, they were so full and perky, even more perfect than I had imagined.

I pressed my advantage and reached out to touch her private parts. She trembled slightly, her body going limp in my arms. I knew she was aroused, so I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties. What

I touched was smooth skin with only a few hairs; she was a completely different breed from my wife.

Curious, I pulled down her panties and saw that unlike my wife, who was covered in dark, oily pubic hair, and whose vulva was hidden by pubic hair

, she only had a few sparse hairs on her vulva, the rest of her body completely bare. Just by slightly opening her legs, I could see all her internal organs.

At this moment, my reason was completely overwhelmed by a flood of passion. I no longer cared whose wife she was. I quickly put her on the sofa, gently touching her vulva, lightly tugging at her sparse pubic hair, and gently rubbing her clitoris, making her tremble all over. I couldn't wait to pick her up and we both fell onto the bed.

I unbuttoned her dress, and gazing at her naked, slightly shy figure, I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, climbed on top of her, and began to move, kissing her and caressing her entire body. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina, exploring her pubic hair, labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening, making her writhe and roll around, her juices flowing freely.

Seeing that the time was right, I thrust forward, inserting my hard penis directly into her vagina. She let out a soft moan, "Ah!" In her eyes and brows, I sensed a feeling of fullness and intense satisfaction.

I thrust forward forcefully, and her small mouth opened.

Her soft moans were captivating. I idly kissed her small lips while my lower body continued to thrust. Her unborn vagina tightly enveloped my penis, and I could feel something soft rubbing against the head of my penis inside. The sounds of panting, moaning, and fucking blended together, creating a beautiful melody.

I repeatedly thrust deeply into her cunt until we both reached orgasm in silence. She didn't refuse when I ejaculated inside her.

Exhausted, I rolled off the horse, panting heavily, and awkwardly looked at her, saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, I drank too much." She lightly slapped me and said reproachfully, "Hmm? You're so bad! You dared to sleep with your brother's wife, and you're making excuses after you've done it. You did, but since Afei is under your command, you'd better take good care of him!"

"Definitely! Definitely!"

I nodded repeatedly, and said lewdly, "Xiaoyan! Were you satisfied just now?"

She pouted and smiled faintly, "Your cock is bigger and thicker than Afei's! It felt so good."

"Your pussy is tighter than my wife's, so beautiful and pleasurable!"

We both laughed heartily.

After resting for a short while, I mounted her again, thrusting my spear, and we fought again, once more indulging in passionate lovemaking.

As I fucked her, I said, "My thing is better than Afei's, right?"

She just shyly replied, "You're so naughty! People say you shouldn't mess with your friend's wife, but you did it on our very first day here. We're both so sorry to Afei!"

I said, "I don't care about that anymore. Who told you to be so beautiful? Now, even if it's the King of Heaven's wife, I'll fuck her too, you little slut..." We fucked twice that night. To avoid arousing the driver's suspicion, I didn't stay overnight at her place. I went back to my room after we were done.

During my three days in Nanjing, I enjoyed the cunt of Afei's beautiful wife, Wu Haiyan, every night. Those three days were unforgettable.

After finishing our business, we were reluctant to part, but we still had to go home. On the way back, I started to regret it. After all, she was my friend's wife. Deep down, I felt a profound sense of guilt, especially after we got home. Afei had prepared a sumptuous dinner and told my wife and son to wait for us. The moment I saw Afei, the indescribable guilt overwhelmed me. Haiyan was excitedly telling Afei how well I had taken care of her in Nanjing, which made Afei respectfully toast me, thanking me for taking care of his wife.

I said it was nothing, and didn't know what to say. Little did he know how I had "taken care" of his wife—I had slept with his beautiful wife behind her back.

However, from that day until today, I haven't touched Haiyan again, and she hasn't contacted me either. We still maintain the distance between friends, just like before, except that I'm a little more affectionate towards my wife, always calling her "Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!" as if nothing had happened between us. I, on the other hand, treat everything that happened in Nanjing as an interlude in my life; a beautiful memory...

Afei is my colleague and also a very good friend of mine. Although he's a temporary worker at my company, having only been there for a little over two years and assigned to the department under my jurisdiction, we hit it off immediately, without any superior-subordinate distance. Even so, he still respects me very much, especially at work where he absolutely cooperates with my work. In private, we're like brothers, which I think is quite good and more conducive to work.

Two years ago, he married a beautiful wife named Wu Haiyan. She's only twenty-five years old this year.

With her beautiful face, slender figure, and full breasts, she attracts many men's fiery gazes wherever she goes.

Unfortunately, I heard from others that Haiyan had been taken to the south by her ex-boyfriend to work as a hostess, and they lived together for six or seven years. Later, that man found a woman younger than her and dumped her. With only a pocketful of money, she returned home and started an affair with Afei. Afei was very attached to her, firstly because he was infatuated with her beauty, and secondly because he coveted her money. He didn't care about her past at all, but was always proud of his wife's beauty.

Since Afei and I were good friends, on their wedding day, I busied myself with all the arrangements, from taxis to the banquet, even more attentive than his parents. As his superior, they were overwhelmed with gratitude for my treatment. They stayed in their new home for three days straight, inevitably interacting with the bride, and that's how Haiyan and I became acquainted, occasionally exchanging a few jokes.

No one expected that a year later, the beautiful bride would end up in my bed, and I would have sex with her.

Actually, the whole thing started by coincidence. When I decided to share this private matter with the world, I hoped that my fellow enthusiasts wouldn't miss any opportunities. "Nine out of ten women are willing, it's just a matter of the man's mouth not being tight."

This ancient saying proves that women and men are the same—creatures with flesh and blood, feelings, and the capacity for sex and love.

With just a little effort, you'll reap unexpected rewards. Below is my story with the female protagonist.

Once, our company needed to replace a batch of security guard uniforms. The leader decided to send me, who was in charge of security, on a business trip to Nanjing. The day before I left, I was drinking at Afei's house and told Haiyan that I was going to Nanjing with my car. To my surprise, she was overjoyed, saying she'd never been to Nanjing before and insisted on coming with me. I glanced at Afei's expression; he also had an expectant look on his face, waiting for my nod. He always considered me his older brother and most trusted superior, so he definitely trusted me. Of course, I wouldn't refuse. With such a beautiful woman by my side, I believed that any normal man would feel something strange in his lower body upon seeing Haiyan, including myself.

Before leaving, Afei saw Haiyan to my car, repeatedly instructing me to take good care of his wife. Little did I know that my "taking care" would lead him to embrace his beautiful wife, making her my possession.

Our car set off. The train journey from our place to Nanjing takes over eight hours, and even our current Santana sedan would take six or seven hours at its fastest. There were only three of us, including the driver. Haiyan was a young, beautiful woman who hadn't yet given birth. Having experienced the glitz and glamour of city life, she had a cheerful personality and spoke with poise and elegance.

Her presence was what made the otherwise mundane journey lively. Even the experienced driver couldn't resist peeking at her in the rearview mirror. For our safety, I angrily pulled the mirror aside, and he sheepishly complied. We sat in the back seat, with her very close to me. Although I casually glanced out the window, I could smell a fragrant, intoxicating scent.

I felt a surge of desire, wanting to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her passionately.

But reason told me she was my friend's wife! As my thoughts were in disarray, I suddenly realized that on the road near Wuhu, the road was jammed with cars, as if there had been a car accident ahead. Having been traveling for half a day, I was a bit tired and wanted to stretch my legs to see what had happened. Haiyan insisted on coming with me, so I agreed. As we walked, the faint smell of blood made her instinctively move closer to me and grab my arm.

I greedily inhaled her fragrance, my mind filled with thoughts of possessing her. When we reached the front, a bloodied man lay under the wheels of a truck. The horrifying scene before her eyes startled her, and she lunged at me. I pulled her close, her face flushed—whether from fear or embarrassment at my embrace—she didn't dare look at the gruesome sight below, but instead looked at me. I stared intently at her, at her alluring appearance, and tightened my grip on her waist. She didn't resist.

Back in the car, neither of us spoke. She seemed still reeling from the terror of the moment, while I savored the fleeting pleasure, even though she was the wife of my subordinate and friend. We

drove in hushed tones until evening when we finally arrived in Nanjing. We checked into a guesthouse arranged by the clothing company. The driver and I were assigned standard rooms on the tenth floor, while Haiyan was given a single room on the seventh. The company provided dinner that evening. Because of the drinking involved, the driver, who couldn't hold his liquor, only ate a little and went to his room early. Haiyan, however, diligently shielded me from drinking, making the hosts envious and treating her like my confidante. We exchanged smiles, offering no explanation, nor was there any need to. She stayed with me until the end of dinner. In the elevator, everyone remained silent. I didn't know what she was thinking, but a wicked thought stirred within me.

I escorted her to her room. Haiyan smiled and said, "Come in and sit for a while!"

I gazed at her alluring little mouth and followed her involuntarily. We sat on the sofa, and she sat on the other side. Her sleeveless mini-dress was very short, and her two snow-white legs were incredibly arousing. She didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say either.

Facing this goddess of my dreams, I was speechless; her smile was simply too captivating. Nervousness made me uneasy, and my words became incoherent.

She was so alluring, her beauty irresistible. I especially loved her lips—her pretty red lips—and her full breasts, almost spilling out of her sleeveless dress.

Actually, it's despicable to steal from a friend's wife, but I had a wicked thought for her because she truly could make any man swoon.

We were already quite casual with each other, and her very generous nature gradually eased the atmosphere. Our tension dissipated, and we started chatting and laughing.

My eyes never left her body. Facing the neatly dressed Haiyan, I was already having fantasies; I even imagined her completely naked.

“Nanjing is a nice place. Where are you planning to go tomorrow? I’ll have the driver take you,” I said, trying to break the ice. My words were rather unoriginal. She smiled at me, but I felt a little lost.

“Xiao Yan!” (I called her that because of her husband). “Go ahead!”

She seemed to read my mind.

“Xiao Yan!”

I was so useless; I was like an idiot, only able to call her by her name.

She looked at me tenderly, patted the sofa, and gestured for me to sit down. Fueled by the alcohol and the afternoon’s events, I became much bolder. People say, “Alcohol makes heroes, lust makes courage!” So I almost lost control.

I sat beside her, hesitant to speak.

“What do you want to say? Just say it!” She was even calmer than I was.

“You’re so beautiful!”

I said, risking a slap, “I really like you, Xiao Yan!”

But she didn’t get angry; she just lowered her head.

I noticed she blushed slightly; after all, I was her husband’s friend! At this point, she probably didn't know how to answer me, but she didn't refuse. I boldly lunged forward and hugged her, and she actually gave in. I trembled with nervousness; although she was my friend's wife, the alcohol and lust had overshadowed everything.

I gently lifted her fragrant cheek, looking at her slightly closed lips, and I couldn't resist any longer. I gently covered her alluring red lips with my own and kissed her. She only struggled slightly before closing her eyes. I was so excited that I first moistened her lips with my tongue, then gently pried them open with the tip of my tongue.

When I put my tongue into her mouth, she couldn't help but make a sound. I could feel her trembling slightly, so I further used the tip of my tongue to slowly lick her tongue.

Her breathing became louder, and soon our tongues were intertwined. She obediently fell into my arms, and we were both immersed in excitement and pleasure. I greedily sucked on her fragrant tongue, while at the same time, my penis gradually hardened.

At this moment, my hands began to involuntarily touch her breasts. Without any resistance, I quickly fondled Haiyan's full breasts.

Under the thin gauze, they were so full and perky, even more perfect than I had imagined.

I took it a step further and reached for her private parts. She trembled slightly, her whole body going limp in my arms. I knew she was aroused, so I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties.

What I touched was smooth skin with only a few hairs. It turned out she was a completely different breed from my wife.

Curious, I pulled down her panties and saw that unlike my wife, who was covered in dark, oily pubic hair, and whose vulva was hidden

, only a few sparse hairs on her vulva, the rest of her body was completely bare. Just by slightly opening her legs, I could see all her internal organs.

At this point, my reason was completely overwhelmed by a flood of passion. I no longer cared whose wife she was. I quickly put her on the sofa, gently touched her vulva, lightly tugged at her sparse pubic hair, and gently rubbed her clitoris, making her tremble all over. I couldn't wait to pick her up and we both fell onto the bed.

I unbuttoned her dress, and gazing at her naked, slightly shy figure, I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, climbed on top of her, and began to move, kissing her and caressing her entire body. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina, exploring her pubic hair, labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening, making her writhe and roll around, her juices flowing freely.

Seeing that the time was right, I thrust forward, inserting my hard penis directly into her vagina. She let out a soft moan, "Ah!" In her eyes and brows, I sensed a feeling of fullness and intense satisfaction.

I thrust forward forcefully, and her small mouth opened.

Her soft moans were captivating. I idly kissed her small lips while my lower body continued to thrust. Her unborn vagina tightly enveloped my penis, and I could feel something soft rubbing against the head of my penis inside. The sounds of panting, moaning, and fucking blended together, creating a beautiful melody.

I repeatedly thrust deeply into her cunt until we both reached orgasm in silence. She didn't refuse when I ejaculated inside her.

Exhausted, I rolled off the horse, panting heavily, and awkwardly looked at her, saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, I drank too much." She lightly slapped me and said reproachfully, "Hmm? You're so bad! You dared to sleep with your brother's wife, and you're making excuses after you've done it. You did, but since Afei is under your command, you'd better take good care of him!"

"Definitely! Definitely!"

I nodded repeatedly, and said lewdly, "Xiaoyan! Were you satisfied just now?"

She pouted and smiled faintly, "Your cock is bigger and thicker than Afei's! It felt so good."

"Your pussy is tighter than my wife's, so beautiful and pleasurable!"

We both laughed heartily.

After resting for a short while, I mounted her again, thrusting my spear, and we fought again, once more indulging in passionate lovemaking.

As I fucked her, I said, "My thing is better than Afei's, right?"

She just shyly replied, "You're so naughty! People say you shouldn't mess with your friend's wife, but you did it on our very first day here. We're both so sorry to Afei!"

I said, "I don't care about that anymore. Who told you to be so beautiful? Now, even if it's the King of Heaven's wife, I'll fuck her too, you little slut..." We fucked twice that night. To avoid arousing the driver's suspicion, I didn't stay overnight at her place. I went back to my room after we were done.

During my three days in Nanjing, I enjoyed the cunt of Afei's beautiful wife, Wu Haiyan, every night. Those three days were unforgettable.

After finishing our business, we were reluctant to part, but we still had to go home. On the way back, I started to regret it. After all, she was my friend's wife. Deep down, I felt a profound sense of guilt, especially after we got home. Afei had prepared a sumptuous dinner and told my wife and son to wait for us. The moment I saw Afei, the indescribable guilt overwhelmed me. Haiyan was excitedly telling Afei how well I had taken care of her in Nanjing, which made Afei respectfully toast me, thanking me for taking care of his wife.

I said it was nothing, and didn't know what to say. Little did he know how I had "taken care" of his wife—I had slept with his beautiful wife behind her back.

From that day until today, I haven't touched Haiyan again, and she hasn't contacted me. We still maintain the distance between friends, just like before. She's only a little more affectionate towards my wife, always calling her "Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!" as if nothing had happened between us. But I consider everything that happened in Nanjing as an interlude in my life; a beautiful memory…

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