Got my married colleague pregnant (adult urban life novel)

That happened in the winter of 1996. I was 21 years old that year and had just been transferred back to Beijing from another place.

There is a woman in the same unit as me who is extremely beautiful. She was 23 years old that year. It is no exaggeration to say that she was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in real life. Without any makeup, her beauty was completely natural and innocent. She has beautiful big wavy hair, which makes her look even more charming. body

Although she is only 153cm tall, her bust is nearly 90cm, which is definitely considered busty among Chinese people.

At the beginning of the year, when I first saw her, I was deeply attracted to her and stunned by her beauty. I often think that if I could go back to bed with a woman like this, I would be willing to live a few years less. Who would have thought that my wish would come true at the end of the year.

She got married in October of that year. Her lover is a graduate student who is very busy with work and rarely takes care of her. Because the work unit did not allocate housing for them, they could only live together on weekends, which was very inconvenient. So she did not go home during the week and lived alone in the single dormitory of my unit.

I live upstairs in the dormitory and only go back on weekends.

In December, all the work has been completed and the end of the year is approaching, so I feel very relaxed. One evening, she called me and asked me to play poker with her. Around 10pm, we went back to the dormitory together. On the way, she said to me: Don’t you want to see my photos? Do you want to come visit me? Of course I did. I am

Happy. I really like looking at other people’s photos, especially photos of beautiful women. It’s a pleasure.

After entering the room, she took out two photo albums, placed them in front of me and said: The photos are not good, don't laugh at me. I opened the album and slowly appreciated the beautiful pictures inside. She poured a glass of water, sat next to me, stretched her head, and explained the photo to me: This was taken when I was in elementary school. You see the boy behind me.

He liked me very much, so he stood behind me. He was very happy and couldn't close his mouth because of smiling. This is me in...

Her head was very close to me, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her beautiful curly hair gently tickled my face, making it itchy. I turned my head and looked at her, and she seemed unaware of this. I leaned my body a little to the outside, making my face a little further away from her. Such a close distance made my heart itchy. In my

In her heart, she was a very beautiful and orthodox woman, and it never occurred to me that she had done this on purpose.

At 24:00 in the evening, I had basically finished looking at the photos. Suddenly, I found a paper package at the back of the album. When I wanted to take it out to look at it, she held it with both hands and said: These photos are not good, so don't look at them. If you say you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it. How embarrassing would that be for me? I was telling a joke, and suddenly I snatched the photo album and took it away from her.

One side. Before I opened the photo album, a pair of cold hands covered my eyes. She shouted: I won’t let you see it! I won’t let you see it! I was a little impulsive at the time and really wanted to turn around and hug her. But reason overcame impulse, and I didn't do that. I am a very traditional man, and I didn't want to take advantage of her.

I put down the photo album and said: It's late, I'm going back. She might be disappointed, but she had no reason to keep me. She just said: Okay, go back and have a sweet dream. It's a double entendre, which I only realised later. After returning home, I lay in bed, thinking carefully about what happened that night, and vaguely felt that she seemed to be very happy.

She likes me, but I feel it is impossible because she has only been married for more than a month!

The next day, she met me and said: I have some more photos, are you interested? certainly. I replied. Okay, come to my dorm tonight to see me. After saying this, she smiled sweetly and left gracefully.

At around 8pm, I arrived at her dormitory. The door opened and she stood in front of me. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was more beautiful than usual, with light eye shadow and lipstick on.

Yo, you're wearing makeup? I asked.

Does it look good? She was very happy that I noticed that she was different from usual as soon as she walked in.

Looks good, very beautiful. I am telling the truth.

Yeah? She smiled and was very happy. I did this makeup just for you.

Come on, I'm not your lover. I joked.

Hate... She smiled, very charmingly, and said, "Come in, don't always stand at the door and talk." I went into the house and closed the door.

Actually, it’s still the same point from yesterday, except the ones I didn’t let you see. She said.

The drunkard's real intention is not to drink. I sat on her bed and no longer had the heart to look at her photos.

Do you have a girlfriend? She asked.

No. It turns out there is, and it has been going on for more than a year. I replied.

You are 21 this year, right? He is still young, so there is no need to rush. The young man is handsome, so are you afraid of not being able to find a girlfriend? She said.

I'm really scared. How about you introduce one to me? I said.

Okay, leave it to me. She said.

From then on, for several months after that night, my sexual affairs were really controlled by her.

That night, we talked more and more, and the topics became more and more diverse. From school to society, from love between men and women to someone having an extramarital affair. Before I knew it, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly she asked me: I have told you so much, do you know why?

I thought about it and mustered up the courage to say: I think you like me a little bit.

I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her. Yes. She replied firmly, I like you.

She looked at me affectionately: Do you like me?

like. Of course I like her. I was attracted to her from the first moment I saw her. It's just that she has a boyfriend and is about to get married, and I am conservative in my thinking, so I haven't had any thoughts about it.

Then why don't you say it? Why let me, a girl, speak out first? She was a little emotional. Yeah, why didn't I say it first? I feel a little regretful that as a man, I am not as good as a girl. I don't have that courage.

I'm sorry, because you're already married, and it's only been a month, I didn't think about it... It's not that I didn't think about it, but I didn't dare to think about it.

I just like you! Her voice was choked and her beautiful big eyes were filled with tears.

But I will destroy your family. This is a little bit of my concern. Although I like her, I hope she is happy more.

No, I promise. She was a little anxious.

I stretched out my hand to her, grasped her little hand in it, and pulled her into my arms. She moaned and sat in my arms. Our lips kissed passionately and we sucked each other's tongues. I put my hand into her shirt and touched her huge breasts that I had longed for. She raised her arms obediently.

Make room so that my hands are free of any obstruction. My penis is erect and I feel the urge to have sex. I licked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

Can I do it with you? I asked timidly.

But I will get pregnant. She was a little scared.

You are already married. I mean, you can have an abortion.

She thought about it and nodded. I was very happy and a little nervous because my original wish was about to come true. My hand slid down from the beautiful big breasts, across her flat, delicate belly, unzipped her belt, and touched her mysterious little hole. There was already a vast expanse of water there, and I inserted my middle finger into

I touched her vagina, the warm, wet and slippery feeling, which I haven't felt for a year and a half. She took off my clothes and I was topless. Really strong. She stroked my developed chest muscles. I used to do fitness and love sports, and I felt confident about my body. I gently took off her top

I took off her clothes and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of huge, firm, white breasts in front of me. I leaned over, held her waist with both hands, drew circles on her nipples with the tip of my tongue, bit them lightly with my teeth, and sucked them hard. Ah... She could no longer withstand my teasing and let out a happy moan. My hands go down, caressing

He rubbed her buttocks and took off all her underwear, so that she was completely naked. I picked her up and put her on the bed. She was a little embarrassed as she was naked and covered her face with her hands. I admired the perfect body in front of me, quickly took off my clothes, climbed on her body, and kissed her passionately.

One hand was caressing and kneading her breasts, passionately and excitedly. She put one hand around my waist and reached under my crotch with the other hand, grabbed my hard penis and stroked it up and down.

I spread her legs and pushed my penis into her vagina twice, but both times I missed the target. I hadn't practiced for a long time, so I couldn't aim accurately. Little fool. She cursed with a smile, grabbed my penis, pressed it against the hole, and it was done. I applied a little force and my penis slowly entered her vagina. That feeling is so comfortable. My penis feels

I could feel the temperature inside her body, it was hot. Uh... She moaned as my penis entered her.

Are you a virgin? She asked. I am. I lied to her. I don't believe it. She said. Why? I asked her. Intuition, woman's intuition. She added: You are very special, there must be a lot of girls who like you. I smiled, didn't answer, and concentrated on my work. Her vagina was tight and held my

penis. I thrust in and out quickly, and the fluid in her vagina increased, and gradually I could hear a "puff, puff" sound. There is so much water. I said. Is it slippery? She asked. slip. Very comfortable. I replied. The glans rubs against the inner wall of the vagina, bringing me infinite pleasure.

Why don't you shout wow? I had been fucking her for five or six minutes, but I didn't hear her moan. What’s your name? She asked. Moaning. Oh my God, she wouldn't know that. How to call? Please teach me. She said. I lost my temper. Do you moan when you have sex with your husband? It's just a comfortable moan that I can't control. I asked. she

After thinking about it: No. Fortunately, I thought it was just my poor skills.

I personally think that a woman's moans during sex are actually a very good encouragement to men. The happier the woman is, the louder her screams, and the harder the man will work, because his efforts are rewarded and he and the woman enjoy the pleasure of sex together.

After doing it for more than ten minutes, I felt a little tired and gradually slowed down the pace of thrusting. In fact, you don’t necessarily have to thrust quickly to feel pleasure. Slowly is also good. She said, I just feel that slowness feels better than speed. Okay then, I will fuck you slowly. I thrust slowly and each time I thrust all the way in.

When I thrust in and pulled out, the glans was exposed, and my toe bones hit her clitoris with every thrust. After only thirty or forty strokes, she suddenly moaned with pleasure, her body stiffened, her legs stiffened, tightly clamped around my body, her hips involuntarily pushed upward, heavily pressed against my toes, her ten fingers grasped my

She held my back and pressed my body tightly against her breasts. I felt her vagina contracting, sucking my penis tightly, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from inside her vagina. She had an orgasm.

Honey, that's great. She held my head and kissed me on the cheek. Perhaps it was too pleasant, and after her mouth left my face, she made a "tsk" sound. I said: Why did you make that 'tsk' sound only after your mouth left my face? Yeah? Apparently she didn't notice, and then she laughed.

It's very interesting, this is my special case. I only kiss you like this, I don’t even kiss my husband like this. In the future, even if you have a girlfriend, you are not allowed to kiss me like this! Women are women, and sometimes they always seem particularly childish. I reached out to hold her buttocks, trying to straighten her out, but I felt a slippery, sticky liquid on my hand.

The love juice secreted from her body.

So much, the sheets are wet, right? I said.

Why are you tired? I'm a little dissatisfied because I'm the one exercising all the time, while you just lie there and don't have to do anything but enjoy yourself.

What? I have to exert more force down there, otherwise why would it be so tight? She said.

Yeah? Then try to relax. I said. She relaxed her body, and suddenly, the force that was tightly gripping my penis disappeared. The difference before and after was so huge that I finally believed what she said. She had been exerting force all along, and her vaginal muscles were very strong. I suddenly remembered something. There was a pornographic novel that said

A woman's vagina can move, which is called a 'live vagina'. I said to her: Can you move? Just like giving birth to a baby, push down. is that so? I felt that there was really a force in her vagina, accumulating from the inside out. Little by little, starting from the glans to the base of the penis, very obvious,

Very comfortable. I couldn't help but shout: Very good, keep going. My cock is almost squeezed out. She was also very happy, and showed off even more vigorously, saying: Get out, get out! Really, I really wanted to lie on her like this for the rest of my life and enjoy the pleasure she brought me.

Let me serve you. She turned over and rode on me, straightened my penis with her hand, and sat down. Her warm and slippery vagina stroked my penis up and down, which was even more comfortable than when I took the initiative just now. Her hands were on my ears, and her beautiful breasts were right above my face, swaying in front of my eyes.

Go, such a beautiful scenery, I would be willing to see it for a lifetime. I can caress her breasts at will, or raise my head slightly and let her breasts hit my face. After five or six minutes, she suddenly lay on top of me and said: I'm tired, why haven't you ejaculated yet? I said: It's only been a few minutes,

Up to half an hour. My husband only lasted five or six minutes each time. Later, when we did it more often, it only lasted more than ten minutes. She said. So can you have an orgasm? I asked. Yes, medically speaking, sexual intercourse lasting about fifteen minutes is the healthiest for both men and women. Fifteen minutes was enough, she said.

Women are really different. Some like it fast, some like it slow. Some like to moan, while some are silent. Someone once said that having sex with a hundred women will give you a hundred different feelings.

Have you ever had an orgasm? It was really a feeling of ecstasy. She said. Of course I can cum. I asked her to lie on the bed, spread her legs, and entered her body from behind. She also cooperated by sticking her butt up, giving me the best angle to enter. The wrinkles at the front of her vagina rubbed directly against the corona at the bottom of my glans.

It was extremely stimulating to penetrate her buttocks. Every impact of my body could create waves in her buttocks, which were soft but very elastic. After more than ten minutes, I felt my climax coming, my penis swelled as if it was about to burst, I was coming! I shouted loudly. Come on, let's do it together! She showed

Of course I can feel it. My penis contracted violently and a stream of semen gushed out. Ah~~~~~Stimulated by the semen, she also reached a climax. After a burst of pleasure, I suddenly felt very tired and lay on her back. She tilted her head and said to me: Honey, you are awesome! I smiled, didn't say anything, the climax brought me

The pleasure had not yet ended completely. My penis was jumping inside her vagina and slowly softened. Suddenly her vagina moved, and I felt my penis was about to be squeezed out. I quickly held it with force and said: No, it's about to fall out. She giggled and said: I'm being naughty. She tore some toilet paper

, put it on the vagina, I pulled out the penis, she quickly blocked it, sat on the bed, and said: I have to squeeze out all the semen. After a while, she looked at the piece of paper in her hand and said: There are so many! I sniffed it and it had a fishy smell, the smell of fresh semen.

After we cleaned up, we lay together in each other's arms. I asked her: Why do you like me? Because you are a very nice Beijing boy. Very handsome! She said. What a woman in love says cannot be trusted. Later I found out that she didn't really love her husband, but her husband insisted on

She was moved by his persistent pursuit. She thinks it doesn’t matter whether she loves her husband or not, the most important thing is that her lover will always love her. After they got married, her husband was busy with work and lacked care and attention for her, which made her feel very lonely. She also thought I was a very nice person, good-tempered, loving, very considerate, and humorous.

Mo, she liked it very much.

After that, we had sex like crazy, once for four nights in a row, to the point that I fell asleep while watching a movie in the cinema. We also talked a lot. From her I learned that women's bra cups are divided into A, B, and C, and that a scoundrel once tried to rape her when she was drunk, but

I ejaculated without even touching her body.

For quite a long time, we lived happily like a couple in love. We went to the amusement park and rode the thrilling roller coaster; we went to a restaurant in Xidan and drank expensive red wine. I went to Wangfujing Snack Street and enjoyed Chinese food. Seeing the people on the street looking at me with envy,

I feel very satisfied.

One day, she said to me: Yesterday, my husband and I went to sing karaoke, and there was a song called "Meeting Together". I cried. The lyrics were so well written. I copied a copy for you. I hope that we are just like what the song says, no matter how it ends, I just hope that you will have me in your memory.

Okay, I promise. No matter what the future holds, you will always be the most beautiful scenery in my life. Whenever I look back, it will be full of warm memories. We hugged each other and remained silent for a long time. She was beautiful, gentle and considerate, and I knew I had fallen deeply in love with her.

Two months passed quickly and the Spring Festival is almost here. She said she and her husband were going home to visit their parents and might not be able to see me for quite a long time. I don't want to leave this time, and it will be the beginning of the end of our relationship.

One day after the Spring Festival, she called me and asked me what my blood type was. Both my parents are type AB, so of course I am type AB too. She asked me if I had done any tests. I said no, and she told me to go get it checked. She also said she had something important to tell me and asked me to meet her at Xizhimen in three days. I was feeling uneasy.

What is going on?

Three days later, I arrived at Xizhimen as promised and found a restaurant to sit down. After sitting down, they chatted about this and that but never got to the point. I was very anxious and asked her what had happened. She put away her smile and said seriously: I'm pregnant.

This news was like a bolt from the blue to me, and my heart suddenly tightened. Dear readers, I wonder if you have ever had this feeling, just like suddenly meeting your most beloved lover whom you have not seen for a long time, but it is not a pleasant surprise, but an astonishment.

Looking at my surprised expression, she sighed: Is it so sudden? I thought you would be mentally prepared. Now I don’t even know whose child this is. Are you really type AB? I nodded. After seeing my affirmative answer, she was very disappointed: If you were type A, I would give birth to this child.

No matter which one of you it is, I like it. She and her husband both have type A blood. If the child they give birth to is type AB, our affair will be exposed.

Finally decided to have an abortion. After the miscarriage, she took a leave of absence. During that month or so, I had no news from her.

A month later, she found me and said: Let's break up!

I was surprised and didn't know why she was like that.

I don't want to go on like this anymore. I don't want to be secretive anymore. Some of my colleagues are already pointing fingers at us. Did you know? During this period, my husband was really good to me. After the surgery that day, I couldn't walk, so he carried me back home. During the days when I was particularly weak, he stewed chicken for me every day.

Feed me one bite at a time. He still loves me very much, and I can't let my husband down anymore.

Can we really not go on? I am in great pain. If you are willing, I can be nice to you. I am even willing to marry you!

She was very surprised: "Don't scare me." This is impossible. You have to know how much pressure divorce puts on a woman. We have no results.

I finally realized that I was just a substitute. You only thought of me when your husband didn’t love you; now that your husband loves you again, you abandon me? You're going back to him! I choked up and, for the first time in my adult life, I cried.

She also cried, but still hardened her heart and said: I'm sorry, it's my fault, I hurt you. But you believe that you are not a substitute, I love you. But there will be no result between us. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Let's just let it go before we have deeper feelings. I promise you, you are my favorite

After this person, such a thing will never happen again.

She was silent for a while and said: Also, their unit allocated a house to us to take care of me after my miscarriage, and I will go home every day from now on. I know her character and I know it's futile to stop her. I just hope I can see her again.

Leave me two days every week, okay? I asked.

She shook her head.

one day?

Still shaking his head.

Two weeks, one day? I looked at him pleadingly.

Don't be so childish anymore. We can't go on like this. It's not good for either of us to keep having any connection. I have to devote myself to my family. With a house, I have my own nest. Even though it is small, it is my home!

I argued with her for a long time, but I couldn't convince her. Forget it, let her be. I don't want to destroy her family. After all, she is the woman I once loved deeply. It is a comfort to me that she can live a good life.

Half a year later, she changed jobs. From then on, I never saw her again. It was only during the 1998 World Cup that he called me and said that watching the World Cup reminded him of my love for playing football.

My relationship ended like this, but I know I will not regret it. She will always be the one I love deeply. Whenever I think of the past, my heart will be filled with sweetness and warmth.