Female subordinate Xiao Pei (wife mature adult novel)

That was a year ago. At that time, my wife was pregnant, so if she went back to our hometown in Suzhou, her parents could help take care of her, so she went back to give birth to our son. Leaving me alone in Taipei.

I work in the foreign trade industry, and my experience studying in the United States helped me easily get a position as a department manager. It's just a small company, and the so-called manager doesn't have much power. He is only responsible for communicating with customers. The days when my wife is not around are hard to bear. The days when I could have a hot meal when I got home are gone forever. You have to cook and do laundry by yourself. But fortunately, you can eat out and there is a washing machine for washing clothes. Maybe it’s because of the long-term dependence on my wife that I’ve always felt uncomfortable with. Of course, compared to the hardships in life, the most painful thing is the mood.

At that time, I had just taken over the manager position. Due to the sharp increase in the company's business volume, the company hired a young girl from Taipei University and several other girls with several years of work experience. In fact, she is a junior college student, and I always feel that she is quite inferior. The reason I noticed her was because her direct superior (a small team leader) always made things difficult for her for no reason. For a freshly graduated student like her who has just started her career, it would be difficult for her to even make an Excel spreadsheet, let alone the business processing procedures. It is natural for a girl to ask her leader for advice when she has a problem. But he always ignored her and sometimes yelled at her so loudly that the whole office could hear it. The girl is a little ordinary, but in my eyes, every girl has her own charm. The key is whether you can discover it. (Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have always been a feminist, hehe.) I just thought, how could you be such a bitch as a man? Why do you always pick on a girl for no reason? You just came in two years earlier than her. Although I am depressed, it's a pity that he is not under my jurisdiction, and I can't just skip my level and kill him. However, I feel quite sympathetic towards the girl.

One day, because I had to deal with an emergency "accident", I was organizing information, making phone calls and sending emails to clients in the United States, so I was so busy that I didn't leave the office until after 8 o'clock. By this time, there should be no one in the company, because the company has never encouraged employees to work overtime. After coming out, I found that there was still a row of lights on. When I walked over, I saw that the girl was still in front of the computer. I walked over and she knew it too. He stood up and stood aside with his hands hanging. He looks just like a student. I asked: Xiaopei, why don’t you go home yet? She said: Let’s go now. When I asked her where she lived, it turned out that she was going my way, so we went to the subway station together.

On the way, I asked her what she was doing in the company. She mistakenly thought that I was thinking she was doing private things in the company or stealing some secrets, and hurriedly said: I am learning English and preparing to pass the Level 6 test. I said: You have passed the level 4, right? She nodded yes. I would say that the CET-4 is enough, and you just need to memorize some CET-6 words. The key is to practice speaking well. You think foreigners won’t care what level you have passed. You have to speak when someone opens their mouth. No matter how many words you know, if you can't express them clearly, or if you can't remember them when you need to speak, you're still at a loss. In addition, I told her about my five years of studying abroad in the United States. She looked like an idiot. To be honest, I really hate those people who worship foreign things and fawn on foreigners. Also, I feel like I'm at least five years older than her. I have no interest in little girls like her, and I don't want her to have any unrealistic fantasies. Then the natural transition came to my wife. I told her that my wife and I met when we were studying in the United States. Although she knew that there was a big gap between us, she was still stunned for at least five seconds after hearing all this. At that time, apart from my deep sympathy for her encounter with such a leader, I didn't have any feelings for her. Later I encouraged her to ask me any questions about English. But the premise is that I am not busy with work. We chatted casually afterwards and I got off the bus soon after.

Later, she always pretended that she really had no illusions about me, and when she asked me questions, she spoke in the tone of a junior schoolmate talking to a senior schoolmate. Gradually we became familiar with each other. Sometimes she would ask about my wife intentionally or unintentionally, asking if we had ever quarreled; sometimes she would also make some purely "academic" jokes; sometimes I would casually ask her if she wanted me to introduce her to a partner, and she always acted very happy, but was not in a hurry to meet that "partner". I know she just likes being with me. A man of my age should be quite attractive to a girl of her age, right? But when she intentionally or unintentionally stroked my arms with her plump breasts, I could still feel a special taste. I was devoted to my wife; but I felt that she was so young that being with her would only hurt her. Although I have lived in the United States, I am still quite "Chinese" at heart.

It’s just like what I said, every girl has her own charm, the key is whether you can discover it.

I found that she is actually quite cheerful. She looks pretty when she smiles. However, at that time, my wife and I were living in harmony, and I was working hard for our baby every day, so I never paid any attention to her. Everything seems so pure, no, it should be holy.

Almost half a year has passed in a flash, and during this half year, Xiao Pei's personality has changed a lot. She also dresses like an office lady. Maybe she was like this all along, but she was completely frightened by her little leader at the time, so she seemed so dull. After my guidance and counseling, she finally released her cheerful, confident and lively side. I am really proud of her growth.

Seeing that her spoken English has improved a lot, sometimes when I video conference with clients, I will deliberately arrange for her to speak. After having the opportunity to communicate directly with foreigners, her English improved faster. One time the boss came over and asked me if I could handle the task by myself. Do you want to assign me a secretary or something? Without thinking, I said: Then let's choose Xiaopei. Last time I asked her to copy a document, she copied the front and back sides onto one piece of paper without me telling her. She is very careful in her work and I think she can be a competent secretary. When Boss heard this, he gave me a wicked smile. I laughed too. Anyway, I have nothing to hide and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. That's how it was settled, she became my personal secretary. Sitting at the entrance of my office.

The two people became closer and their relationship became more harmonious. Sometimes when we were chatting and getting excited, she would talk to me in her native Sichuan dialect. The Sichuan dialect has a special intonation, but it is actually quite easy to understand. I believe everyone has this experience.

Later, my wife returned to Taoyuan when she was six months pregnant. This brings us to the climax of this article. I never thought that I would have a relationship with her.

One Friday night, she called me and asked me to come over to help her move. I thought to myself, I've always treated her as a little sister. She doesn't have a boyfriend yet and doesn't have any relatives in Taipei. I'll help you if you can. I got up early the next day and arrived at Xiaopei's residence at 10 o'clock. When I arrived at her room, I found that she had just gotten up and hadn't finished packing her things yet. I only packed the quilt and some kitchen supplies. She seemed extremely happy to see me. She kept saying: These are women's things. You take a break now so you can help me move it later when you have the strength.

I smiled and helped her pack her things, and said: Why are you so lazy? You have been sleeping until now. At this time, I picked up a coat on the bed and found that there were five or six bright red panties hanging on the hanger underneath. I almost fainted and had to hold my nose tightly. She just turned around to pack her things at that moment, and we both noticed these little cuties almost at the same time. In order to ease the awkwardness, I quickly said casually: You are so lazy that you put all the clothes for a week into washing on the weekend. She smiled and said: It’s all for the upcoming English test. While she was still packing, I quickly stuffed the panties into her bag. Mainly because it’s almost noon and I’m a bit hungry. I want to move to a place quickly and eat there. In addition, the moving company's car will be arriving soon.

We moved down from the fifth floor and then moved up to the tenth floor when we got to our new residence. Although there is an elevator, it still makes me very tired. It was obviously she who moved, but I was the only one who carried it up and down. She was gloating and scolding me for being so slow. From time to time, she would show off her beautiful legs and reward me with a few "Foshan No-Lead" treatments. I raised my fist and she made a face, acting like a little bird. After a lot of fuss, we finally finished moving everything. I don't feel hungry, I just feel thirsty. Seeing this, she smiled mysteriously at me and said: I still have a bottle of Shuangwaiwai in my bag that I didn’t finish last night. Do you want some? "No, of course not," I snatched it away. Where can I buy water in this strange place? Even if I did, I would surely die of thirst.

Standing by the large floor-to-ceiling window on the 10th floor, she overlooked this rapidly developing international metropolis. As if he had some feelings or mustered up the courage, he said: Jun, I have always liked you, no, it should be admiration. I never had a serious relationship in college because I didn’t understand love at that time. Now I understand, what a pity. . . Her eyes gradually became moist.

My heart was struck by something. I know that when a girl shows her affection to a boy, we should not let her down. So I hugged her, just gently, and everything was still so "holy". She leaned on my shoulder and smiled brightly. However, tears still fell involuntarily. I was very touched at that time, so I kissed her forehead. The faint fragrance of virginity instantly made me confused and excited. My lips moved down again and kissed her crystal pearl. She asked me softly: What do tears taste like? I said: So sweet. I smiled and licked the tears from her cheeks. Her smile grew wider. Just like that, I hugged her gently and she also hugged my waist. After a long time, she pushed me away. She blinked her big, expressive eyes at me and said: Didn’t you say you were hungry? Go and eat quickly.

I looked out the window and saw that it was raining. So he picked up the umbrella and went downstairs with her. We shared an umbrella on the way. Strangely, no one talked much, but I felt the warm feeling that only comes with being with my wife. She lowered her head, thinking about something. I know there's no way she and I can develop further, and what happened just now is the limit of what we can tolerate, so let's stop here. That’s what I thought.

While we were eating, she took the initiative to order a can of beer for each of us. We talked and laughed during the meal, which swept away the awkwardness just now.

After dinner, we passed by a supermarket and went in. She asked me what I wanted to drink. I picked a bottle of juice. She ordered a bottle of Shuangwaiwai and took two cans of beer. When it was time to pay, she rushed ahead of me and said: You paid for the meal just now, now it's my turn. We brothers should settle accounts clearly. I was happy and didn't bother to argue with her. I know it's not easy for her to support herself, but I still let her pay for it herself.

When we arrived at her new home, I helped her clean up. In fact, she was the one who was busy, and I just followed her orders. Women are indeed more talented than men in this regard. After everything was cleaned up, she asked me to sit on her bed. I was totally confused and just sat on it. She asked: How does it feel? I thought to myself: It’s quite comfortable, just like the feeling of lying on my wife’s front. He said: It's so soft. She said: That’s right, don’t you see that I have three quilts underneath me? I took a look and found it to be true. This reminded me of the story of "The Princess and the Pea" in Andersen's fairy tale that I read when I was a child. So I joked: If there was a rat dropping under the third quilt, could you feel it? She immediately frowned and pretended to be angry. I actually turned over the quilt and checked it. So I told her this story.

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess, but she had to be a real princess.

He traveled all over the world, trying to find such a princess. But wherever he went, he always encountered some obstacles. There were plenty of princesses, but he had no way of determining whether they were real princesses. There was always something not quite right about them.

As a result, he had to return home, feeling very unhappy, because he was so eager to get a real princess.

One night, there was a terrible storm. There were lightning, thunder and heavy rain in the sky. This is really a bit scary!

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and the old king went to open it.

Standing outside the city was a princess. But, oh my god! After being exposed to the wind and rain, she looked so ugly! The water flowed down her hair and clothes, into the toes of her shoes and out of her heels.

She said she was a real princess.

"Yes, we can find this out immediately." The old queen thought to herself, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, removed all the bedding, and placed a pea on the bed. So she took out twenty mattresses and laid them on top of the peas. Then she placed twenty more eiderdown quilts on top of the cushions.

The princess slept on these things at night.

In the morning everyone asked her how she slept last night.

"Oh, it's awful," said the Princess. "I haven't slept nearly the whole night. God knows what's on my bed? I've slept on something very hard, and it's turning me blue and purple all over. It's horrible!"

Now everyone can see it. She was a real princess because she could even feel a pea under twenty mattresses and twenty eiderdowns. No one except a real princess would have such tender skin.

After listening to this, she said listlessly: I am not that lucky, maybe your Excellency can feel that there is a rat dropping under the three quilts. After saying this, he smiled sinisterly.

In the blink of an eye, she brought over the two bottles of beer she had just bought. I said I just drank a can, you still can drink. With a look of disdain on her face, she said: I buy a bottle and drink it when I’m unhappy. I joked: You can drink so much now, is this how you trained yourself? She lowered her head and said: I learned this through practice in the past six months. I heard the hidden meaning in her words.

She turned her head and looked at me. There was a hint of affection in her big eyes, as if she had a lot to tell me. I actually understand what she is thinking. She boldly put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.

There was a fierce struggle in my heart. . .

At this moment, a book I read in college flashed through my mind, the famous work "Norwegian Wood" by Japanese writer Haruki Murakami. There was a scene in the book about Reiko and the protagonist Watanabe. . . .

"Watanabe, do that with me?" Reiko said softly after she finished playing.

“Incredible,” I said. "I was wondering the same thing."

In the dark room with the curtains drawn, Reiko and I hugged each other as if it was a matter of course, needing each other's bodies. I helped her remove her shirt, pants and panties.

"I've had a pretty eventful life, and I never dreamed that I would ask a boy 19 years younger than me to take off his underwear," said Reiko.

"Do you want to do it yourself?" I said.

"It's okay, you can come," she said. "I'm full of wrinkles, please don't be disappointed."

“I like your wrinkles.”

"I'll cry." Reiko said softly.

I kissed her all over, sweetening her wrinkles with my tongue. I put my hand on her small breast, which was like that of a young girl, gently bit her nipple, and inserted my fingers into her warm and wet vagina and slowly stroked it.

"Watanabe, not there." Reiko said in my ear. "It's just wrinkles."

"Why are you still joking at this time?" I said helplessly. . . .

I hugged Xiao Pei and she stared at me. Her eyes were full of excitement and excitement. I looked at her affectionately and did not take any further action. I just looked at this lovely girl. Actually, I wanted to tell her that I was really sorry and that I could never sacrifice my marriage for her because I loved my wife so much. But at the same time, I found that I fell deeply in love with her. She encouraged me with her eyes. Whispered: We are just brothers, I will not destroy your family. My heart trembled again.

At this moment, I thought of Watanabe and Reiko, and her guitar piece "Norwegian Wood". . . It turns out that sex can also be used as a means of psychotherapy. Watanabe used her own body to comfort Reiko, who was 19 years older than her. It even made her understand the joy of survival and gave her the courage to continue living. Why can't I sacrifice myself to comfort this red confidant who is so heartbroken by me?

I gently supported her back with my right hand and held her arm with my left hand. Her whole body felt numb in my arms. I picked up the beer and took a long sip. Feed it into her mouth little by little. She swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. I picked her up and let her rest her head on the pillow. One hand pressed on her armpit and the mouth kissed her watery lips. We French kissed until we were both out of breath.

At this time, her tears couldn't help but flow out again. I accepted it all, and she burst into laughter.

My hands naturally rested on the "two little white things" on her chest. Although they were just a handful, they were very elastic. I have never liked those actresses who look like cows. These small breasts are my favorite. Her body was obviously shaking, so I paused for a moment and continued to "argue" with her, allowing her to slowly relax and feel this lovely and beautiful time.

Then I put my arms around her back and she turned sideways to let me see the secret buckle behind her bra. I gently unhooked it, leaving the lace bra hanging on her breasts. I unbuttoned her pants while kissing her breasts. She bent her legs obediently, allowing me to take them off smoothly. She quietly took my hand and brought it into her mysterious area. I couldn't hold it back and almost ejaculated. It turns out that women are really made of water, and her lower body has already been flooded. Her face turned red immediately and she wanted to bury her head in my arms. I stood up and helped her take off her panties, which were already stained with her crystal clear body fluids. I lowered my head and licked her clit with my tongue. She was shaking violently and pushed my head away. He said: Don’t lick it, it’s so dirty there, I haven’t washed it either. I said: It doesn't matter, I like to eat it as long as it's yours. She smiled. His face got even redder.

At this moment, her lower body was already lying in front of me. Her skin was whiter than snow and as beautiful as a flower. I looked at her infatuatedly.

She slowly held my clone, which had already held its head high and chest puffed out, looking strong and confident, just waiting to cross the Yalu River. I was not so eager to insert, but instead kissed her from the roots of her ears, neck, breasts, belly button, crotch area and both sides of her thighs. Finally, I placed my fingers near her anus and licked her clitoris. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan, her body convulsing and her vaginal fluid spurting out. She had an orgasm.

After her orgasm subsided a little, I raised my increasingly erect penis and brought it closer to her wetness. She also knew what was coming next. At this time, my clone also secreted a lot of liquid. After approaching her jade pot, it slid in easily. She gritted her teeth and frowned. I asked her how she was. She answered me that it was her first time.