Beautiful Woman's Affair (Adult Novel Adapted from Anime)

It’s not beautiful, I’m absolutely sure of that.

But for a 38-year-old married woman, I'm in pretty good shape. I wouldn’t dare say that I have a figure like a supermodel, but at least compared to the younger generations, I’m not inferior at all. This is my personal opinion, but sometimes I still think it would be better to be thinner. Let me put it this way, I am a little plump, but also what my male colleagues call a curvy figure.

As a working woman, she has to take care of her children every morning before rushing to the train station to take the train to work. Fortunately, the train I took had seats available, so I could take advantage of this time every day to catch up on some sleep.

Before I knew it, I had been commuting like this for 6 years.

Do I wear makeup? With makeup of course! How could it look good otherwise? My makeup is always light. Sometimes my female colleagues even ask me why I only wear lipstick? This is also something I am personally very proud of.

Once I met a pervert on the train, and he secretly touched my buttocks. I immediately grabbed his hand, pulled him up and cursed him, then gave him 50,000 yuan. Why not say five hundred yuan? Because of my strength. After this slap, I was being polite to him by not causing him to lose two teeth.

But I found that in the past month, I would meet a man every time I went to and from get off work. He always keeps a distance of more than 5 meters from me. No matter where I sit, he will sit opposite me and keep a distance of 5 meters.

At first I didn’t care much about his presence, but I always found that he would peek at me intentionally or unintentionally. Although I don’t really like this kind of peeping feeling, it is also very gratifying to be able to let men other than my husband peek at me. After all, I am still attractive!

It was only in recent days that I discovered that he even got on and off the bus at the same station as me. Only then did I realize that this was not a coincidence, but something he did on purpose. This incident makes me a little nervous. Although nothing has happened so far, I still feel uncomfortable being deliberately "followed" like this.

More than a month passed like this, and he still kept the same distance and didn't get particularly close to me. Maybe I was worrying too much.

It takes about 10 minutes from the station to my home, and I am used to walking to and from get off work. There is a short section of the road in the middle that is darker and the street lights are not very dense. When walking on this road, I will pay special attention to whether there are any dangers around me or whether there are any unknown people following me on this road. At the same time, I will always have anti-wolf weapons ready with me.

One day when I had almost completely let down my guard against him, I noticed his figure following me, still keeping a certain distance. I hurried forward to a brighter place where there were more people, and stopped to pretend to be looking for something. But he didn't stop, walked past me and slowly disappeared from my sight.

I thought, maybe, I was worrying too much again.

And so, from that day on, he would walk behind me after get off work every day, but before I got home, he would turn into one of the alleys. The next day, I would still see him on the train platform.

But I still felt something was wrong. I didn’t know what was wrong, I just felt there was a problem.

I forgot how long it was, but one day I really couldn't help it, so on the way home, I stopped and asked him.

"Sir, why do you follow me every day?" "Ah?" "Yes!" "I...I live here too!" "Where do you live?" "I live at No. XX, Lane XX." "Okay, I'll go back with you. I have to make sure you live there." "Why?" "Sir, I'm a woman, and every day after get off work, there is someone, and it's a fixed person following me. Do you think I wouldn't be nervous?" "Oh, so that's the case." He scratched his head. "Okay then." I followed him quietly, walked to Lane XX, turned left, and No. XX was on the right. I know this bungalow. It is occupied by an elderly couple.

"We're here. This is my home." "OK, then please open the door and go in." He picked up the key, opened the door, went in, and closed the door.

The moment he closed the door, I felt so ashamed. I didn't expect that I was really thinking too much and thought that the other person had bad intentions. I quickly turned around and left, but when I reached the alley, I felt very sorry for him, so I walked back to No. XX and rang the doorbell.

An old lady opened the door and asked me who I was looking for. Oh my God, who was I looking for? I didn't even know what his ID card looked like.

"Um..., a gentleman just went in, and I want to find that gentleman." "Oh, wait a minute. Xiao Luo, someone is looking for you." It turned out that his last name was Luo.

"Hmm? It's you. Um... is there something wrong?" "Yeah... I'm here to apologize to you." "Hehe, it's okay. It's normal for you to think that way." "I'm really sorry. I thought you were..." "It's okay, it's okay. I'm glad you know it was a misunderstanding." "Thank you." I said it very quietly because I felt really embarrassed.

"OK, then...bye!" "Yeah, bye." He closed the door. At this time, I felt better. At least today I knew that the other party was not deliberately following me.

The next day, I saw him again on the train platform. When he turned around and looked at me, I nodded politely and stood where I usually stood waiting for the train, but he still kept a certain distance from me. At this moment, a question suddenly occurred to me: why does he always keep a certain distance from me? Should I ask him this question? Next, a lot of questions came to my mind. Alas...the old problem comes back again.

After get off work in the evening, he was still walking quietly behind me. At this moment, I suddenly had an urge to know why, so I stopped and turned around to wait for him.

He seemed to be suddenly frightened by me and stopped. I walked over to him and asked, "I would like to ask you, why do you take the same bus and the same carriage with me every day? Even after get off work." "Huh??? Eh..." He seemed not to know how to answer.

I went on to say, "I already know that you are not a bad person, but I don't understand why it is like this. Can you please help me clear it up?" He scratched his head, which seemed to be his habitual action, and said, "Don't laugh at me. I just moved here and didn't know which car to take. On my first day at work, I happened to see you walking in front of me, and I thought that this person should also be going to work, so I followed you, and then we got to the train station. The overpass stairs where I got off at the station were on the first car, so I always sat in the first car." "Oh... so that's how it is!" "I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable." "No, I just thought it wouldn't be such a coincidence." I smiled and continued, "There is no problem now, isn't that great?" "Yes, yes!" He also smiled, and it was a very bright smile.

"Do you know that old couple?" "They are my aunt and uncle." "That's right." With just these few simple conversations, we walked to XX Lane. He waved to me and walked into XX Lane.

Just like that, gradually, we went to get off work and went home together almost every day. We didn't deliberately keep a distance when riding in the car, but would sit together, and we got to know each other a little better. It turned out that he moved here from Taoyuan to work and only went home on holidays. His wife and children all lived in Taoyuan, but they lived separately because of work. Every Friday he would take a bus directly home, so I would go home alone on Friday nights.

Judging from his appearance, he should be very young, but I didn't expect that he is the same age as me.

We seemed to have a tacit understanding. We would chat while walking to the station or on the way home. Once on the train, we would calm down and catch up on our sleep.

It feels pretty good to chat with him. We can talk about everything from south to north, but we don’t talk about sex. After all, we are both married people, and we always feel that it is not appropriate to talk about sex. What if sparks fly? He seemed to know how I felt, so he never mentioned it intentionally. At most he would just make a little joke and then leave it at that.

We have never eaten together, we just go to work and come home every day.

And so, nearly another 4 months passed. He went back home to celebrate the New Year, and I stayed at home with my family. Before he went home, he asked me for my cell phone number and said he wanted to send me a text message. I thought it wasn't any sweet talk, well... I guess not; although I was actually looking forward to it.

On the evening of New Year’s Eve, I received a New Year’s greeting message from him: “Wish you good fortune and prosperity.” That's it, quite similar to his personality, he is not a very good talker. I smiled and replied to him, "Congratulations on your prosperity."

Thinking back to when I first met him, it has been almost a year. At first I thought he was a pervert, but now we have become good friends and we go to and from get off work together every day. My husband and I don’t go to and from get off work together every day. After all, our workplaces are quite far away from each other, so it is difficult for us to have lunch together.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt lonely. I don’t know why. Even though there are 11 people in the house, I still feel like I am alone in an environment that I am very familiar with. I play cards, watch TV, go out at night with my family, and finally go to the temple to pray before 12 o'clock, praying for the health of my family, my parents, the children, and... him.

Why did I think of him again? Today is a holiday spent with my family and I shouldn’t be thinking of him. No, no, I am wrong.

But...I really miss him.

I looked at the stars in the sky and said to him, "I miss you so much." The Spring Festival holiday passed quickly, and then it was back to the daily routine of going to work and going home.

I got up very early on the morning of the sixth day of the New Year because I had slept enough after several days. I quickly got up to take care of the children and prepare breakfast, then I sat in front of the dressing table and concentrated on putting on makeup.

"You're up so early to put on makeup." My husband was a little surprised to see me do this.

I was also a little surprised, because I had never done this before, and quickly explained: "No, I just want to get ready earlier, and not be in a hurry like before." "Oh." My husband seemed satisfied with my answer. He put on their company uniform and went to the living room to have breakfast. I also quickly dressed up, the only thing missing was lipstick, and I followed them to have breakfast.

Before going out, I put on some lipstick and was quite satisfied with how I looked. But, why would I be like this? This question kept lingering in my mind, and I kept walking to XX Lane.

"Good morning!" "Ah? Good morning!" I was a little scared.

"What's wrong? You seem a little uneasy. You played too much during the New Year and your mind can't be focused. Do you want me to help you calm down?" "No, you think too much. I was just thinking about the company's affairs." I suddenly felt a little unnatural.

"Well, did you have a good time during these days of vacation?" "Not bad, I slept well. How about you?" "Nothing special, just spending time with my family." He shrugged.

"Have you ever thought about bringing them to live with us?" "Of course I have, but I can't find a suitable house yet." "It's okay for them to live at your aunt's house." "No, they two old people like quietness, and my little kid is too noisy. I can only rent or buy a house outside, but I'm not sure yet." "Why are you not sure?" "I'm doing OK in this job, but I don't know if I can continue doing it." "I told you, this job can continue, and your company is so big and stable, it would be a pity not to stay." "I don't know either." We had already arrived at the train station, and as per our tacit understanding, we all quieted down, waiting for the train quietly, then got on the train, sat down, and mended our cotton.

In fact, during the four months or so that I worked with him, I found myself falling asleep with my head on his shoulder several times, and he didn't seem to notice.

After get off work, we walked home together without saying much.

There is a dark section of the road on the way home, which was the section I was most worried about in the past. Now that he goes home with me after get off work, I feel much more at ease.

When I told him this, he smiled and said to me, "Then I should be a pervert now." I laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I will definitely not resist, hahaha..." "Really?" "Really." I had just finished speaking when he quickly hugged me into his arms. I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react. I could only let him hold me tightly. His hands slowly stroked my back, very gently, and my face felt so warm against his chest. Before I knew it, my arms were around his back as well, but I didn't dare touch my back like he was doing.

I don’t know how long we hugged each other like this. We gradually let go of each other, and only the awkward atmosphere was left. However, we both stayed where we were and didn’t leave. I knew he was staring at me, and I didn't dare look up at him, because I knew that as soon as I raised my head, his lips would fall on mine.

We were in a stalemate until I finally spoke, "I want to go home." He said nothing and slowly made some space for me. I took this opportunity to quickly walk past him and headed home as quickly as possible.

Suddenly he hugged me from behind and said, "I am a pervert now and I will not let you go." "No," I struggled, "I want to get home quickly so that my family won't worry." "As long as you cooperate a little, you can get home earlier." I suddenly didn't know how to answer. Could I cooperate a little? I am a married woman, a mother of two young children, a married woman. How can I cooperate?

"No, we're already married. Doing this would be unfair to our other halves, and..." His mouth had already blocked mine, and he hugged me even tighter. At first I wanted to struggle, but I was powerless and let his mouth stick close to mine. Unconsciously, his tongue had invaded my mouth, teasing me with techniques I had never experienced before.

I couldn't help but respond to his kiss, making it even wilder, yet still very gentle.

I gradually lost myself in his kiss.

His hands caressed my face, neck and ears. This was a form of intimacy that I had not experienced in a long time after being married for ten years. He did not rush to attack my breasts, but used this very gentle touch to soften my will. I have to admit that he succeeded, and very successfully.

I found that I was wet. A warm current gradually rose from my lower abdomen, and I knew very clearly that I wanted it. And I really want it.

But I was very worried and afraid that someone would pass by at this time. I would not be able to continue at all. After all, this is the only way for my family to go to and from school, and it is also the only way for everyone.

Before my consciousness could completely overwhelm me, I used all my strength to push him away.

"No, someone might pass by here and see how I behave. How can I face other people?" He seemed surprised that I could still push him away. He looked at me without saying a word. It felt like he was looking at me with a questioning eye.

"As long as no one sees it, it's okay, right?" I was speechless for a moment, because that was exactly what I just said, and I meant it, but how could I admit it?

Maybe because I didn't have an immediate reaction or answer, he seemed to be sure that this was what I meant. He took my hand and walked towards where he lived. And I foolishly let him pull me like this, towards a place I will never forget, his bed.

When he pulled me into his place, I quickly pulled my hand away and tried to run out, but he immediately grabbed me again, pulled me closer to his house, and then hugged me tightly and kissed me. I felt him pressing his penis against me tightly.

"My aunt and uncle are not here today. They will be back tomorrow." He then unbuttoned my coat, kissed my neck and shoulders, and licked my ears. I didn't have any strength at all and could only let him do whatever he wanted. The correct way to put it is that I enjoyed his kiss.

After entering his room, he immediately took off his coat and shirt, revealing his strong chest. My hands actively touched his chest, pulled up his underwear, took off his underwear, put my face against his chest, and listened quietly to his heartbeat.

His hands gently unzipped my clothes, stroked my back, and kissed my neck and shoulders. I also wrapped my arms around his waist, enjoying his caress. I couldn't help it, so I stroked his back and kissed his chest. I sucked and nibbled his nipples. His slight moans rang in my ears. I didn't know how long I hadn't heard this sound. I looked up and looked into his eyes and saw a pair of burning eyes filled with love.

I took the initiative to put my lips against his. This was the first time I took the initiative to kiss him. His kiss made me forget my own identity, and his hands made me feel a tenderness I had never felt before. At this moment I knew very clearly that I wanted him.

I don't know when I realized that I was only left with underwear on. I was so immersed in the passionate kiss that I didn't realize how he took off my clothes. From the corner of my eye I noticed that my skirt fell to the ground, and his hands were unbuttoning my underwear, and my hands were also unbuttoning his belt.

In less than a minute, we were lying naked on his bed.

He stroked my face and kissed me deeply. I could feel his lower body pressed against my abdomen, which made my heart beat faster and faster. I imagined the feeling of his lower body entering my body, wondering if it would melt me.

By this time his mouth had slowly moved from my neck to my shoulder, the kiss was kissed with just the right amount of force, sending waves of tingling through my body and making me feel increasingly wetter, the desire for him becoming stronger and stronger.

His hands caressed my breasts. I was quite satisfied with my breasts. Watching him sucking my nipples and caressing my breasts, in addition to the endless pleasure, I also felt a sense of accomplishment.

He moved one hand to attack my private parts and stimulate my clitoris. Suddenly, I found that he invaded me with a finger, and his mouth was not to be outdone in licking my private parts. This double attack made a warm current slowly flow out of my originally wet private parts. I had an orgasm! I never thought I would have an orgasm. I don’t know how long ago the last time I had an orgasm was.

He seemed to notice that I had already reached orgasm, but he didn't let me go and continued to tease my private parts. His other hand was not idle either, caressing my breasts. I have never had this feeling before, and I never knew that a woman's orgasm could come one after another. I don't know how many times I have orgasmed, and I can't count them. It should be said that I don't have the ability to count. All I remember is that as soon as the climax arrived, the next wave was already preparing. The climax keeps visiting me!

I don't know how long it was before he stopped, and it happened that I needed to take a breath, but I found that he was ready to go. His lower body reawakened my sexual desire which had been gradually easing. There was a very strong feeling rising from my lower abdomen, like a fire that was growing bigger and bigger. I knew very clearly that it was my desire, the desire for him.

I took the initiative to open my legs and wait for him to come.

His lower body gently entered my body, slowly allowing me to adapt to him. It's not long, nor very thick, but it's just the right size to reach the deepest part and is exactly the size I want. This feeling is something I have never experienced before, and can only be described as JUSTMATCH.

He was not in a hurry to attack, but just slowly entered and exited my body. I held his face with both hands, looked at him carefully, looked at him seriously. I wanted to see clearly the face of this man who was one with me, and remember him in my mind forever.

During his slow attack, I seemed to have adapted to the feeling he gave me, and he seemed to know that I could now accept him 100%, so he began to speed up, and his force became more and more intense each time. I couldn't help but scream out!

"Ah...!" I quickly covered my mouth, afraid that others would hear my voice, but I really couldn't help it. I never thought that a man inside me could bring me waves of never-ending orgasms. He knew I was about to scream again, so he quickly blocked my mouth with his so that I couldn't make any sound. I hugged him tightly and kissed him, and I felt like I wanted him to be inside my body.

My body seemed to have been melted by him, and this body seemed no longer to belong to me. I only remember endless orgasms constantly bursting out of my body. The only sounds in the room were my faint moans and the sound of our bodies colliding. I don’t know how long it was before he finally ejaculated inside me.

He slowly lay on top of me, and I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, not wanting him to leave my body.

I had almost forgotten how he kissed my neck and shoulders and whispered in my ear how much he loved me. For me, this is a memory from long, long ago. After all these years of marriage, sex has almost become an obligation. As I thought about it, I hugged her tighter. Also kissed his neck, his face, and his lips.

I found that he was beginning to thrive again inside me. His kiss became aggressive again, gentle yet wild, and my body began to heat up. Once again, I fell into the sea of ​​​​lust... It was already nine o'clock when I got home that night. I made up an excuse and rushed to the bathroom to wash my body to avoid his stuff and smell remaining on my body. When I went to bed, looking at my husband's sleeping face, a strong feeling of guilt surged in my heart.

I actually betrayed him and had sex with another man behind his back. What was wrong with me that I would do this? And that man lived not far from my home and we took the same bus together every day. How should I face him tomorrow, act as if nothing happened?

I couldn't sleep the whole night, my mind was filled with last night's lingering feelings and the psychological guilt. I don't want to go to work, but I can't. I have to go to work today. Things are not finished yet, and asking for leave will only add more trouble.

Walking to the station, I knew he was waiting for me ahead. When I saw him, I stopped, not knowing whether to go forward or back. When he saw me, an excited expression appeared on his face, but when he saw me stop, he seemed to sense something was wrong.

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