The Women I Slept With in Those Years (50 Continued Part 2, 43, and 50 Continued Part 50)

No. 62,

a sequel to #50's story. #50's project was nearing final approval, but the final approver was dragging their feet. She was very anxious and, knowing my public relations skills, asked for my opinion. She said she'd said everything she needed to say, and had already given the money, but the other party wouldn't accept it. I asked if he'd invited her out, and she said yes, she'd offered to treat him to dinner, but he said he wasn't eating that night and suggested karaoke instead. I said next time. I said, "They've got their eye on you. Why didn't you let Y (who signed the contract with me) handle it, or go through his (her husband's) family connections?" (#50's family is quite wealthy, and her husband's family is very powerful, though her husband is a spoiled brat.) She replied, "Y is his man. I discovered many problems with Y during the audit and stripped him of his power. Now he's only in charge of procurement. I can oversee him, and I'll personally handle the rest of the external affairs. I don't want to always rely on his connections; I have to rely on myself, but I can't sacrifice myself." I said, "How could I possibly make you sacrifice yourself? I have a way," and began to explain... After listening, she said, "Impressive." First, I asked her to invite W (the approver) to dinner, telling him to eat first and then go out. Then I asked number 42 to help me find a clever, pretty, and good-drinking young lady (high-salary offer), and trained her for two days to play her secretary V (I played her assistant).

On the day of the dinner, W entered the room and was unhappy to see so many people. She turned around and said she had something to do and had to leave. She quickly went over and grabbed W's arm, saying that these were all my colleagues who came all the way to accompany you. At the same time, I signaled V to grab W's other arm. After the dinner started, she took the lead in entertaining W and let her drink first. In the middle of the meal, I, as a junior, drank a glass of baijiu to create a small climax. Then, V took the lead and attacked again. W was very experienced and drank in small sips. After dinner, she and V took W to the KTV I had booked to continue drinking. In the middle of the meal, she went out under the pretext of answering a phone call. Then I went out under the pretext of needing to throw up and going to the bathroom outside, leaving W and V alone in the room. We waited for news outside. After more than ten minutes, V sent me a WeChat message with the number 1 (meaning that V had successfully seduced W and had sex with her in the bathroom). Then we went back separately. W seemed a little guilty and ended the session. V and I went out first (I let V go first so she could finish her work), leaving her and W in the room. I waited at the door. I had V seduce W earlier because I was afraid it would be dangerous for her to be alone with W. But to prevent W from doing something desperate, I listened to what was going on inside from the door. After a while, she came out arm in arm with W and said she was going to take a shower. W hadn't had enough fun (proving that she hadn't given away the gold ingot in her handbag). As a last resort, we dragged W into the car and took him to the last place, a private club. The manager (the manager from store number 52 who had switched jobs) was already waiting for me at the door. After we went in, we immediately told the ladies to go to the foot massage on the first floor and the two gentlemen to go upstairs to the spa. At this time, two women came over and helped us upstairs. I gestured for W to go in first. Before he went in, I took the opportunity to give W my handbag and said, "Brother, this is a change of clothes" (of course, it contained a cheap perfume). Then I immediately walked away. He didn't react and went into the room. I arranged with the manager to let me know after W left (to avoid any mistakes). That night, to get W to drink more, I had to offer an extra drink. By the time I entered the room, I was already at my limit. I couldn't quite remember what number 62 looked like because I was so drunk, only that she was very tall and slender, and very considerate and gentle towards me after drinking. I couldn't think of anything else at the time, so I waited in the room and naturally accepted number 62's service. As expected of a top-tier club, the process was excellent. It started like a normal beauty salon, with essential oil massage and acupressure points, and then gradually progressed to teasing techniques (who cares how many times W ejaculates, I'm sure I'll get aroused). Finally, number 62 took over and started moving vigorously. After I finished, I saw on the manager's WeChat that W had left. The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, so I quickly took a shower and went downstairs to find her.

Upon entering the room, number 50 was standing by the window. I smiled and said, "You've taken care of W and left with the money. I sent you a WeChat message, why didn't you reply? I was worried you might be in trouble, so I had the manager come check on you." At this point, she said fiercely to me (later, I thought of the adjective "suffering wife"), "I was afraid that if I replied to the WeChat message, I might disturb your good time." I said, "I need to make sure he's finished and left before I can leave." She replied sarcastically, "Then can't you come downstairs and wait with me? Forget it, let's go." It was already past midnight, and this usually composed woman didn't call a driver and just drove off. In the car, she kept asking me sarcastically how the massage was and whether I enjoyed the service. Naturally, I didn't dare to answer truthfully.

After we got to the room, she plopped down on the sofa and said with a seductive smile, "Come on, baby, take off my stockings." I thought she wasn't angry anymore, so I leered over and took off her shoes and stockings. She then took off her safety shorts and underwear from under her skirt, and at the same time, hooked my head between her legs, pulling it so that her vulva and my mouth were intimately in contact. To be honest, no matter how beautiful a woman is, whether she hasn't washed all day, or it's summer and her vulva is covered by several layers (for safety), or she's drunk, her vulva won't smell good. However, I was quite satisfied with her jealous behavior, and knowing that I was in the wrong later, I earnestly licked her vulva with my glans, listening to her satisfied moans. At the same time, I pulled down my pants with both hands to release my bulging erection. After more than ten minutes, she was already very wet, and her legs were weak. I pulled my legs away from hers and prepared to insert my penis, but at this moment she said, "Don't touch me." I thought to myself, "Aren't you done yet?" and immediately lost all feeling. We both took showers, and then I went to sleep on the sofa.

I woke up close to morning to find her sitting on top of me, my penis being moved inside her vagina. When she saw I was awake, she said sarcastically, "Is this how you ride me?" (I told her in the car that later on, it was always the woman on top). Hearing this, I immediately helped her up, pressed her snow-white buttocks onto the sofa facing me from behind, and then thrust inside her, starting to fuck her hard. At the same time, I slapped her buttocks lightly, saying, "How many times have I told you I don't like buttocks? I don't like buttocks? I really didn't want to. Last night, I had no choice, I sacrificed myself. Okay, so you'll dislike me and won't let me fuck you, so you'll not let me fuck you." The whole process was filled with various sounds from both of us, ending with simultaneous screams and orgasms. The

50 project was quickly approved. Actually, for a man to get things done, as long as he has the right connections, things go relatively smoothly. But for a beautiful woman to get things done, if the other party takes a liking to her and wants something different, it becomes much harder.

No. 63 Skill Learning Continued (Continued from Nos. 43 and 50)

Because the techniques at the club I visited in the last post were really good, I decided to go and learn from them. When I arrived, the manager smiled and said to me (last time I gave him an extra XXX tip, and of course No. 42 also thanked him properly). "Brother, you're too bold to bring your wife here. Later, she looked at me like she wanted to eat me alive. This time, coming alone by yourself was the right thing to do. When you're having an affair, it's all about stealing, right?" I replied, "No, I came here for her too. No, wait, she's not your wife. Find me someone you're close to, someone outgoing and easy to talk to. I want to learn our seduction techniques so I can try them on her and give her a bigger tip." The manager immediately nodded and said, "Understood. Brother, I'll give it to

you, but the girls here aren't allowed to take extra tips." A little while later, No. 63 came into the room and asked, "Brother, Manager X sent me here. Do you think she's okay? If not, I'll tell him to find you a few more so you can choose." No. 63 wasn't very tall (wearing high heels), quite pretty, not wearing too much makeup, and her figure was okay. Most importantly, her accent and tone were very generous; she wasn't stingy. I said, "You're great, so I'll choose you. The problem is, I want to learn your techniques for dealing with my wife at home. I don't know if it'll work." She replied, "Sure, no problem, but I don't know how to teach you." I said, "From now on, you're the customer, treat me like a technician. You just teach me how to serve you." Number 63 nodded and said okay. I went over to help Number 63 take off her clothes and said with a smile, "Let's start with a bath."

After the bath, we went to the waterbed. I started pouring essential oil on her back, then from her waist to her back, from her feet to her calves, from her thighs to her buttocks, from her shoulders to her arms, and finally to her chest, gently massaging with the oil. Then I started teasing her from her chest. She seemed to be enjoying it, and her vaginal fluids increased. Finally, I put on a condom, and she lay on her stomach with her buttocks slightly raised as I penetrated her. It was the first time I heard this professional woman's non-professional moans. In the end, she cried out, "Just bear with it, I'm about to come!" After she orgasmed, she said to me, "You're so good, I can cum now." It felt like she was truly immersed in the role.

Afterwards, #63 kept saying I had talent. I added her on WeChat, and she didn't accept until very late. I still sent her a red envelope to thank her for her teaching. Later, she went to Shanghai to develop her career, and we still chatted occasionally.

After the previous incident, #50 insisted on taking me for a medical checkup (her mysophobia was more severe than mine). After the report came out, we were both very healthy. She was very happy and told me in the car that if her husband insisted on having sex with me after drinking, she would make him wear a condom, otherwise he shouldn't enter her body. She also told me not to have sex randomly anymore and to wear a condom and have sex less with #43. I replied that I would only have sex with her and then denied any relationship with #43 again. We returned to our territory, and the essential oils arrived. I started trying out the methods I had learned on her. She couldn't take it for more than 15 minutes and made me wear a condom for the first time before entering her body. For a while afterward, we had a bit of a young married couple feeling. With the help of the essential oils, she even gave me her first time using anal sex, and of course, it was also my first time using anal sex.

I made an agreement with Number 50 that I could only give her gifts, not the other way around. My reason was that I didn't want to be kept by her, otherwise our relationship would be over. She always scoffed at my reason (her reason was that she was much prettier than me, and if anyone was going to be kept, it would be me keeping her). However, she knew I was stubborn, so she didn't dare to give me gifts and started trying to find ways to seduce me. One day she said, "Let me rent a nice one-bedroom apartment, something close to your company would be more convenient. Can you help me look around?" I knew she was up to something again, so I decisively canceled my lease on the apartment. Since I had already bought my own house but it wasn't ready yet, and I didn't have any major expenses for the time being, I rented a rare one-bedroom apartment in a high-end residential area. I gave her the keys and said, "After you rent it, we'll share. I'll live there the main apartment, and you can come and go anytime without paying." She became increasingly bold, and later she actually went to see me occasionally. Once, number 43 had argued with her boyfriend (whom she hadn't been dating long) and came to chat with me (of course, we ended up having sex afterward). We ate dinner together downstairs at dinner time, and then number 50 also came to see me. I couldn't afford to offend either of them, so I made a mistake and had dinner with all three of us. I thought I explained it well: on one hand, a longtime friend was upset and came to chat; on the other hand, a colleague came to talk to me about something. Although there were no problems during the meal, and the two of them chatted happily, the atmosphere was strange and very odd (maybe it was because I had something to hide). After dinner, number 50 even added number 43 on WeChat. Number 50 asked me to take number 43 home, and then she drove away. Number 43 told me in the car that although she was a little older than me (Number 43 didn't know Number 50's exact age at the time), she was so beautiful and she seemed really serious about me. She said, "Look how confident she was just now, like a queen! You finally have someone reliable!" I replied, "She's not like that at all. Don't overthink it. It's not what you think. She's married. It's impossible for us. Don't worry, I know what to do. But after you get home..." After

dropping off Number 43, I immediately rushed to Number 50's place. She was indeed there (the two of them had a great understanding of each other). As soon as I entered the house, she said, "Let's go to your place," and then pulled me downstairs. In the car, she told me, "You're such a beautiful and pretty girl, so young! You should hurry up and make her your wife!" I replied, "It's not what you think, she has a boyfriend." She scoffed and said, "Forget it, if you want her to handle you, you'll break up with both of your boyfriends." I replied, "We're really fine." She added, "If she's fine, she's just a young girl. She dared to come to your house by herself this afternoon. You'll see when she gets there." I had to admit, "So we did have one drunken encounter, but we've always been just friends." She replied, "It was only once; she couldn't have looked at me like that." She seemed quite confident. After she arrived at my house, she inspected everything inside and out, and finally checked the bed carefully, finding no problems (I had tidied it up very well before I left). I then said, "See? I didn't lie to you. Everything's really fine now." She said, "It's just that I arrived just in time and ruined your good time." Number 50 has extremely strong logical thinking abilities. There was no point in me saying more; I just kissed her directly... ... ...

It was after this incident that the above conversation took place. After the medical examination, Number 50 called me "Shaogao 43." Numbers 43 and 50 crossed paths again, and although the story was fascinating, I didn't want to drag it out too much. Afterwards, Number 43 and her boyfriend gradually got along well and eventually got married. After her marriage, we didn't have any further contact, but we remained friends. Actually, the story with Number 43 wasn't well-written; it wasn't fully developed at the time. For a period, she was quite serious about me, but my attention was more focused on Number 50. In the mature part, after Number 50 appeared, my writing unconsciously shifted towards her.

Both Number 50 and I became a bit overconfident later, which led to our flaws being exposed—I won't go into the details. Finally, Number 50 mailed me the key to my rented apartment and my first and last gift to me, along with a letter saying she had changed the door code. The gift was a watch, and the last two words of the letter were "forever."

In summary,

if the beginning chapter was a flourishing of characters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 13, then the growth chapter was dominated by character 40, and the maturity chapter saw a dual competition between characters 43 and 50.

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