He left and returned, now a deeply ill patient (Part 1)

Time flows relentlessly, capable of changing two people.
My wife and I met ten years ago; before that, we had both experienced failed marriages. The way we met was quite serendipitous. After my divorce, I was depressed for a while, becoming negative at work, quiet and withdrawn in life, gradually distancing myself from friends, and preferring to stay home alone. I, who didn't like the internet before, started seeking pleasure online, chatting, playing games, and frequenting forums with great enthusiasm. Occasionally, I would vent on forums, writing short but witty and humorous posts that attracted a number of female admirers. I particularly clicked with one of them, often talking late into the night, sharing mutual affection. Because of this online romance, I missed an opportunity to meet my wife earlier. A classmate, seeing my listless state, spending all my time online and feeling utterly dejected, became very concerned and offered to introduce me to a woman he suggested we try dating. He tried to entice me with the promise of her stunning beauty. At the time, I was experiencing a passionate, fiery romance, so I paid no attention to the "beautiful woman" my classmate described. I told him, "Beautiful woman? Like in a Stephen Chow movie, right? I'm in love, and it's a passionate, intense kind." Because of my stubbornness, my classmate eventually gave up after several attempts, finally uttering a harsh threat: "With such a long distance, if you can get together with her, I'll fry fish on your palm!" Those words were like a curse on my future, and they indeed came true.
After almost two years, my online friend and I eventually drifted apart due to the distance. After a period of leisure, I realized that our separation was ultimately because I wasn't strong enough. With sufficient financial resources, distance wouldn't be a problem. If I continued to work with a "just getting by" mentality, my life would be ruined. I started working diligently and made some progress, which led to my being appreciated by my supervisor and promoted to the management department. It was after joining the management department that I had the opportunity to meet my current wife.
I remember it was my second week in management. To help me adapt to my new position quickly, my supervisor arranged for an experienced colleague to take me to the production department to inspect the equipment. My wife was the equipment administrator at the time, so she was the one who received us. As a newcomer, I could only stand respectfully to the side, watching my colleague and her. She was quiet, elegant, and had a refined, gentle demeanor. She spoke softly and was incredibly capable, answering my colleague's questions fluently and logically – a truly talented and quick-witted woman! At the time, I wondered whose wife this beautiful woman was, and how lucky her husband was. After leaving the production department, I initially wanted to ask my colleague, but then I felt it was inappropriate to inquire about the woman on our first meeting, so I let it go. That May Day, a few of us relatives living in the town organized a dinner party. After we had eaten and drunk our fill, my cousin said to me, "You've been single for so long, how about I introduce you to someone?" I said, "Sure, you can arrange a meeting tomorrow." My cousin agreed. Afterwards, I didn't take it seriously; who would believe something said while drunk? My cousin didn't arrange any meeting the next day. A few days later, I received a call at work from a woman. Her voice was low and she called me by name. I said, "This is me. Who are you? What do you want?" She replied, "Oh, you're me!" and then hung up, leaving me completely confused. I checked the caller ID; it was my wife's work number. At that time, my colleagues handled my work communication with her each month. Since our department would consult my wife if there were any questions, it was usually my colleagues who called first; my wife rarely called me. Although my colleagues and I worked in the same office, I didn't communicate with her through work-related means, but I did know her work number. Furthermore, after working in management for a while, I learned that my wife was divorced and still single, which gave me a vague feeling. Sure enough, the next day, my cousin called and said she had time for a meal over the weekend and wanted to introduce me to a female friend. I replied that I was single and had plenty of time on the weekend. I asked her if she was introducing me to a girlfriend, and my cousin said, "Dream on! It's just to introduce you. If you want her to be your girlfriend, you'll have to fight for it yourself." I asked who she was, and she said, "You'll know when you meet her." I said, "I know who she is even if you don't tell me," and then hung up.
Sure enough, it was her when we met on the weekend. She arrived gracefully in a white dress. I stood up to greet her politely, exchanged a few polite pleasantries, and gestured for her to sit down. At first, we were both very reserved and polite in our conversation. Fortunately, my cousin is a chatterbox, good at making jokes and cracking jokes, so there were no awkward silences. Gradually, she broke down the barrier between us caused by our unfamiliarity. I tentatively made some harmless jokes, occasionally making her laugh. During the meal, my cousin's phone rang, and she gestured to go outside to answer it. A few minutes later, she came back in and said she had to go work overtime to organize some documents to hand in to her boss. She asked her wife if she wanted any more dishes, and her wife said, "That's enough. We can't even finish this." My cousin said, "Okay, I'll go pay the bill. You guys enjoy your meal." As she left, she turned and gave me a thumbs-up. After she left, I started to really observe her. She wore light makeup, very subtle, and her dress, with its low neckline, revealed a hint of cleavage between her fair skin, which made my heart flutter. I longed to
reach out and grasp her delicate skin. It was a pleasant meal, and we developed a mutual attraction. We exchanged phone numbers, setting the stage for a continued relationship. But haste makes waste. Although I hadn't been intimate with a woman for a long time, I occasionally masturbated while watching porn on my computer. A few times when we were together, late at night, my primal desires would surge, and I almost pinned her down on the lawn. But reason told me I couldn't do that. What if she wasn't ready for that? All my previous efforts would be in vain. Better safe than sorry. This boat was gently swaying between my legs; when would I finally reach her?
What's meant to happen will happen, and it happened so naturally. One summer night, a gentle breeze blew, the stars twinkled, and frogs croaked and insects chirped. We were strolling along the pedestrian walkway in the square when we bumped into the classmate who had promised to introduce me to a girlfriend two years ago. He looked at us with surprise: "Seriously? Holding hands? When did you two get together?" I playfully punched him: "Like sparks flying, it's a natural phenomenon, don't be ridiculous!" She pursed her lips and lowered her head demurely. He then said to me: "I introduced you two two years ago, and she was the other end of that connection." Hearing this, we both looked at each other in astonishment, and I gripped her hand even tighter. Later, I briefly told him how we met. Hearing this, he nodded: "Looks like you two are destined for each other, cherish each other." He patted my shoulder and said: "Such a beautiful night, with such a lovely woman by my side, I won't bother you any longer. In a few days, invite me for drinks." With that, he walked away. We strolled around the square, our fingers intertwined, in silence. The silence spoke volumes; our hands conveyed a message of love. As the crowd thinned, I took advantage of a grove of trees. Seeing no one around, I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her lips, my tongue parting her teeth, our bodies entwined in the fragrance of orchids. One arm freed itself, tracing the curve of her waist upwards to her breasts. She didn't resist, so my hand became bolder, slipping inside her collar to grasp her soft, full breasts, gently squeezing her nipples. My other hand, supporting her back, slid down into her pants, caressing her shapely buttocks. Our breaths quickened. Just as my hand was about to touch her private parts, we heard voices nearby. We quickly separated, straightened our clothes, and stared at each other, our eyes filled with longing and anticipation. I told her I'd just washed the sheets and duvet cover and asked if she could help me make the bed. She agreed. When we got to my place, my penis was already hard. As soon as the door closed, I impatiently pinned her against the wall. I could feel the intense urge of my penis even through my pants. I quickly took off my shirt, unbuttoned her clothes, and pulled down her bra straps. Her two soft, white breasts bounced out, exposed to my eyes. I lowered my lips and sucked on her nipple, as if drinking sweet water. My hands weren't idle either; one hand climbed up her other breast, my fingers gently teasing her nipple. My other hand slipped inside her panties, touching her soft, downy hair. I wanted to penetrate her from her crotch, but she tightly locked her legs. I grabbed her tightly, threw her onto the sofa, pounced on her, and pinned her down. I knelt between her legs, and without hesitation, my hand slipped inside her panties, reaching down to her genitals. My fingers traced the opening between her labia and slipped inside. She trembled, clinging tightly to me. Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes filled with a ravenous hunger. I immediately pulled down my pants, my penis sprang forth, fully loaded, its shaft large, firm, and proud. I pulled down her panties, parted her legs, and my lifeblood was revealed before my eyes. I held my rock-hard penis, rubbing the head against her labia. Soon, her labia were wet. I lowered myself, thrusting my hips forward, and my penis slid in completely, slippery and wet. When I first entered her, she was slightly nervous. As I thrust in and out, her hands, which had been gripping my arms, fell to the sofa, and her head turned shyly to the side. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and she let out soft moans and groans, which fueled my desire to ravage and destroy her. My penis became even harder inside her, and each thrust reached her very core. I never expected to be so valiant. I thrust into her relentlessly for a full half hour, until finally, all my energy erupted. I stopped moving, holding her tightly as we trembled together.

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