Card-playing buddies turned sex partners ~ My absurd life

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After graduating from university, I couldn't find a job, but I was unwilling to return to my small hometown. So I drifted around in this city, making a living by working at a computer company. I rented a room in the suburbs for a small amount of money, just getting by each day.

Life alone was incredibly boring, and the company I worked for wasn't doing too well. Every day I just installed computers for people, went to their homes to repair them, and went back to my rented room to sleep at night. After a while, I noticed I had gained some weight (I had a perfect figure when I was in university). I felt this couldn't go on; it wouldn't be good for me to have the physique of a middle-aged man at such a young age. So I started to change my lifestyle.

Every day after work, I would wander around outside for a while. Over time, I became familiar with the neighbors, and at their enthusiastic invitation, I became addicted to mahjong, often going to the chess and tea houses around my place to play.

I really don't understand how China has become like this. Everyone is gambling. There are seven or eight mahjong parlors in my neighborhood, and they all do good business. Men and women gather in large groups to play mahjong with great concentration. It's quite a sight! Moreover, people who like to play cards usually have a fixed place. The place I frequent is basically filled with the same people playing every day. Over time, I also became a regular and got to know the other people there.

There were two women I often played cards with. One was surnamed Duan, around 35 years old, not very tall, with fair skin, big, bright eyes, and a very feminine charm. Her family owned a DVD rental shop, and she was a natural mahjong addict. She would have her husband mind the shop while she went out to play cards every day. She often sat at the same table as me, and we knew each other quite well. I called her Sister Duan. The other woman was surnamed Wang, two years older than Sister Duan, quite tall, a bit plump, but with darker skin. She had a loud voice and a somewhat street-smart vibe. She and Sister Duan seemed to be best friends. She was divorced and lived with her daughter who was in middle school. She often came over to play cards with Sister Duan.

I was only 22 years old at the time, and I was fair-skinned and had good playing habits, so I was quite popular with the women (and I'm not exaggerating). Sister Duan and Sister Wang often dragged me to play cards, and sometimes when they were hungry, they would ask me to run errands to buy them something to eat. Before long, we became very close and could talk about anything.

Everyone knows that when playing cards, you need to talk to each other; no one just sits there with their head down, focused solely on the game. Chatting with these married women, I found they were all quite open and uninhibited.

Sometimes their words made my heart race. Once, Sister Duan jokingly asked if I was a virgin, and I was completely taken aback, my face turning red as I didn't know what to say. Sister Duan and Sister Wang giggled, and then Sister Duan winked at Sister Wang, saying, "A virgin is very nutritious! Haven't you been virgin for a long time? Why don't you 'collect' him?"

Sister Wang laughed loudly, saying, "I'd like to collect, but he might not be willing." Duan Feng then asked if I was willing, and I, half-understanding, half-jokingly said, "If you're going to collect, you two should do it together!" Sister Duan and Sister Wang burst into laughter. Sister Duan said, "With your body, can you handle it?"

I found chatting with these mature women much more exciting than chatting with female classmates at school; it was very thrilling, and my little brother was hard.

In the summer, the city was very hot, and I couldn't sleep at night, so I would spend my time in the chess and tea room. That night, Sister Wang went to a family reunion for her daughter, so I played cards with Sister Duan and two other people. Around 11 pm, the other two lost a lot and decided to stop playing. Sister Duan won a few hundred yuan and was in a good mood, so she invited me to go for a late-night snack. We went to the riverbank, ordered some barbecue and beer, and sat down to eat slowly. The cool breeze was very refreshing.

While chatting, I asked Sister Duan, "You play until very late every day, doesn't your husband mind?" Sister Duan laughed and said, "We're an old married couple, what could he possibly mind?" Then she grinned and stared at me, saying, "Even our normal married life is only once in a long while!" By then,

I had been "trained" to be quite open-minded, so I laughed and said, "Then aren't you miserable?" She said, "Yes, I'm almost like a nun!" I said, "Even nuns have carrots, do you have any?"

Sister Duan laughed heartily, squeezed my hand, and said, "Where are you going to find me a carrot? Go find me one!" My heart was pounding, I felt something was about to happen, and emboldened by the alcohol, I said, "I have one on me, do you want it?"

Sister Duan didn't say anything, looked around, and seeing that the other customers weren't paying attention, asked me softly, "Is there a safe place?"

My legs were weak with excitement, and I quickly said, "Yes, there is, my rented room, I live alone, no one will bother me!"

Sister Duan looked at me with a charming smile and said, "You'd better think it over, I can't just satisfy you easily!"

I said if once wasn't enough, then twice or three times, I'd eventually satisfy her. Sister Duan just smiled and didn't say anything, as if she was thinking about something. I got impatient and kept urging her, and after a long time, she finally picked up her beer and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Come on, let's go to your place."

When we got to the building where I rented an apartment, Sister Duan told me to go upstairs first, since her DVD shop was nearby and many people knew her.

Excitedly, I went upstairs, opened the door, rushed to the tap, and washed my penis. Three minutes later, Sister Duan pushed the door open, then quietly turned and closed it. After inspecting it, she said, "Your kennel is a mess."

I said, "As long as there's a bed, it's fine."

Sister Duan smiled, sat down on the bed with an air of nonchalance, and looked at me. I was momentarily at a loss, only able to smile. Sister Duan rolled her eyes at me and said, "What are you laughing at? You're lucky today. You'd better behave yourself later and not disappoint me. Come on, sit down and talk to me."

I went over and sat next to her on the bed, my hand naturally around her waist—it was very soft. After talking for a while, I relaxed, and my hands started wandering over her thighs. Her hands were also on my thighs, occasionally pinching them.

That day, Sister Duan was wearing a skirt. Her thighs underneath were a little sweaty, but very fair and tender. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside. She was wearing panties that looked like sheer fabric, and the bottom was a little damp. I touched her through the panties for a while, but it wasn't quite enough, so I slipped my hand inside. "Wow, so much pubic hair!" I whispered in Sister Duan's ear. She smiled seductively and pinched my thigh, then grabbed my crotch and whispered in my ear, "What a big cock!" Hehe, actually, my cock isn't that big, just slightly above average.

We sat on the bed like that, touching each other silently in the dim light. Before long, Sister Duan couldn't take it anymore. She started unzipping my pants, panting heavily, like a female animal in heat. She pulled out my cock and rubbed the glans, whispering, "I can't take it anymore, just put it in, hurry up."

I thought, what am I waiting for? I pinned Sister Duan to the bed, not even bothering to take off her skirt. I simply ripped it off and pulled down her panties. Heh heh, quite tempting. A patch of dark skin between her snow-white thighs. There was a lewd smell in the air. Sister Duan quickly took off her top and unhooked her bra. She lay on the bed, panting, looking at me. Her meaning was clear.

I didn't hold back either. I quickly took off my pants and pinned her down. This woman was really horny. She reached out and grabbed my penis, guiding it towards her genitals. I thrust in easily. She was very wet, and it went in smoothly. After all, she was a woman who had been married for many years and had a lot of sex. Sister Duan's vagina wasn't very tight, but it was warm and wet, making penetration very comfortable. Sister Duan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, saying, "So comfortable!"

To be honest, I had dated two girlfriends back in college and had some sexual experience, but in front of a mature woman like this, I was just a novice.

As Sister Duan swayed her large, round, white buttocks, she actively teased my penis while simultaneously grasping her own breasts, looking quite pleased with herself. Not to be outdone, I also reached for her breasts, intensifying my thrusting. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and not at all saggy, unlike those of someone who had breastfed. The quiet room was suddenly filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and Sister Duan's suppressed breathing.

During that time, Sister Duan's phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw it was her husband calling. I panicked and froze, but Sister Duan nonchalantly gestured for me to continue slowly while answering the phone. She calmly spoke to her husband, who was calling to ask when she'd be home. She winked at me, touching my chest and laughing, saying, "My luck's good today. I'll be home in a little while. Let her husband go to sleep first."

After hanging up, Sister Duan let out a long sigh, laughing, "That was amazing!" Then she grabbed my buttocks and started wriggling wildly, as if trying to drain me dry.

Mature women are indeed powerful; I ejaculated quickly. Sister Duan seemed unsatisfied, pulling out my limp penis and kneading it, laughing, "You did pretty well, lasting so long, much better than my husband." Then, with a seductive smile, she asked, "Can we do it again?"

Wow, it seems she wants to exhaust me!

However, that night, I still satisfied her. When she left, I pulled her in for a second time, this time for a full half hour. I was exhausted and drenched in sweat, as was Sister Duan, who looked like she'd just been pulled from the water. But she was very satisfied; I could tell, because afterwards she kept hugging me and calling me "Good husband, old cock," acting like a madwoman.

Just like that, I successfully won over Sister Duan (or maybe she won me over! Haha). Our relationship instantly changed from mahjong partners to sex partners. In the following days, we frequently found opportunities to have sex, sometimes in my rented room, sometimes Sister Duan paid for a hotel room (she thought my place wasn't good enough, and showering wasn't convenient). I felt that renting a hotel room was the most enjoyable; we could have a wild time, shower together, and then give each other oral sex, plus there was air conditioning—perfect for summer.

During this time, I also wanted to get my hands on Sister Wang! Hehe, men are always greedy! Sister Duan told me that Sister Wang was quite the ladies' man. Since her divorce, she'd had several boyfriends, but because she had a daughter, she didn't dare bring men home and often booked hotel rooms. It made me envious, and I often imagined Sister Wang naked, which made Sister Duan a little jealous (hehe, that's women for you!).

One night in August, I didn't go to play cards; I was fixing a computer at a client's house. It didn't finish until 10 pm. After leaving the client's house, I went to eat dinner (that's how it is with working, so tiring). While I was eating, Sister Duan called, asking me to come to the XX Hotel and pick up a watermelon while I was there. She then told me which room she was in. Hearing that I had a date with a beauty, I quickly finished my dinner, took a car, and went there. I bought a watermelon at the fruit shop downstairs from the hotel and excitedly went upstairs.

Upon entering room number xxx (I forgot the room number), I found Sister Duan and Sister Wang alone in the room. I was taken aback, and after asking, I learned that Sister Duan had argued with her husband and was unhappy, not wanting to go home. So she dragged Sister Wang to stay with her at the hotel. The two women chatted for a while, and their mood improved, and they even had an appetite. Then they remembered me, haha!

I sat down and ate watermelon with them, joking and laughing, until almost midnight. Sister Duan winked at me and said, "It's so late, don't leave, just sleep here!" I said, "If I don't leave, where am I supposed to sleep? I can't possibly sleep in the bathroom, can I?" Sister Wang laughed and said, "How about you sleep with your Sister Duan?" Sister Duan laughed and said, "I just had a fight, I'm not in the mood. You sleep with your Sister Wang, let her have a taste of spring chicken!"

After graduating from university, I couldn't find a job, but I was unwilling to return to my small hometown. So I drifted around in this city, making a living by working at a computer company. I rented a room in the suburbs for a small amount of money, just getting by each day.

Life alone was incredibly boring, and the company I worked for wasn't doing too well. Every day I just installed computers for people, went to their homes to repair them, and went back to my rented room to sleep at night. After a while, I noticed I had gained some weight (I had a perfect figure when I was in university). I felt this couldn't go on; it wouldn't be good for me to have the physique of a middle-aged man at such a young age. So I started to change my lifestyle.

Every day after work, I would wander around outside for a while. Over time, I became familiar with the neighbors, and at their enthusiastic invitation, I became addicted to mahjong, often going to the chess and tea houses around my place to play.

I really don't understand how China has become like this. Everyone is gambling. There are seven or eight mahjong parlors in my neighborhood, and they all do good business. Men and women gather in large groups to play mahjong with great concentration. It's quite a sight! Moreover, people who like to play cards usually have a fixed place. The place I frequent is basically filled with the same people playing every day. Over time, I also became a regular and got to know the other people there.

There were two women I often played cards with. One was surnamed Duan, around 35 years old, not very tall, with fair skin, big, bright eyes, and a very feminine charm. Her family owned a DVD rental shop, and she was a natural mahjong addict. She would have her husband mind the shop while she went out to play cards every day. She often sat at the same table as me, and we knew each other quite well. I called her Sister Duan. The other woman was surnamed Wang, two years older than Sister Duan, quite tall, a bit plump, but with darker skin. She had a loud voice and a somewhat street-smart vibe. She and Sister Duan seemed to be best friends. She was divorced and lived with her daughter who was in middle school. She often came over to play cards with Sister Duan.

I was only 22 years old at the time, and I was fair-skinned and had good playing habits, so I was quite popular with the women (and I'm not exaggerating). Sister Duan and Sister Wang often dragged me to play cards, and sometimes when they were hungry, they would ask me to run errands to buy them something to eat. Before long, we became very close and could talk about anything.

Everyone knows that when playing cards, you need to talk to each other; no one just sits there with their head down, focused solely on the game. Chatting with these married women, I found they were all quite open and uninhibited.

Sometimes their words made my heart race. Once, Sister Duan jokingly asked if I was a virgin, and I was completely taken aback, my face turning red as I didn't know what to say. Sister Duan and Sister Wang giggled, and then Sister Duan winked at Sister Wang, saying, "A virgin is very nutritious! Haven't you been virgin for a long time? Why don't you 'collect' him?"

Sister Wang laughed loudly, saying, "I'd like to collect, but he might not be willing." Duan Feng then asked if I was willing, and I, half-understanding, half-jokingly said, "If you're going to collect, you two should do it together!" Sister Duan and Sister Wang burst into laughter. Sister Duan said, "With your body, can you handle it?"

I found chatting with these mature women much more exciting than chatting with female classmates at school; it was very thrilling, and my little brother was hard.

In the summer, the city was very hot, and I couldn't sleep at night, so I would spend my time in the chess and tea room. That night, Sister Wang went to a family reunion for her daughter, so I played cards with Sister Duan and two other people. Around 11 pm, the other two lost a lot and decided to stop playing. Sister Duan won a few hundred yuan and was in a good mood, so she invited me to go for a late-night snack. We went to the riverbank, ordered some barbecue and beer, and sat down to eat slowly. The cool breeze was very refreshing.

While chatting, I asked Sister Duan, "You play until very late every day, doesn't your husband mind?" Sister Duan laughed and said, "We're an old married couple, what could he possibly mind?" Then she grinned and stared at me, saying, "Even our normal married life is only once in a long while!" By then,

I had been "trained" to be quite open-minded, so I laughed and said, "Then aren't you miserable?" She said, "Yes, I'm almost like a nun!" I said, "Even nuns have carrots, do you have any?"

Sister Duan laughed heartily, squeezed my hand, and said, "Where are you going to find me a carrot? Go find me one!" My heart was pounding, I felt something was about to happen, and emboldened by the alcohol, I said, "I have one on me, do you want it?"

Sister Duan didn't say anything, looked around, and seeing that the other customers weren't paying attention, asked me softly, "Is there a safe place?"

My legs were weak with excitement, and I quickly said, "Yes, there is, my rented room, I live alone, no one will bother me!"

Sister Duan looked at me with a charming smile and said, "You'd better think it over, I can't just satisfy you easily!"

I said if once wasn't enough, then twice or three times, I'd eventually satisfy her. Sister Duan just smiled and didn't say anything, as if she was thinking about something. I got impatient and kept urging her, and after a long time, she finally picked up her beer and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Come on, let's go to your place."

When we got to the building where I rented an apartment, Sister Duan told me to go upstairs first, since her DVD shop was nearby and many people knew her.

Excitedly, I went upstairs, opened the door, rushed to the tap, and washed my penis. Three minutes later, Sister Duan pushed the door open, then quietly turned and closed it. After inspecting it, she said, "Your kennel is a mess."

I said, "As long as there's a bed, it's fine."

Sister Duan smiled, sat down on the bed with an air of nonchalance, and looked at me. I was momentarily at a loss, only able to smile. Sister Duan rolled her eyes at me and said, "What are you laughing at? You're lucky today. You'd better behave yourself later and not disappoint me. Come on, sit down and talk to me."

I went over and sat next to her on the bed, my hand naturally around her waist—it was very soft. After talking for a while, I relaxed, and my hands started wandering over her thighs. Her hands were also on my thighs, occasionally pinching them.

That day, Sister Duan was wearing a skirt. Her thighs underneath were a little sweaty, but very fair and tender. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside. She was wearing panties that looked like sheer fabric, and the bottom was a little damp. I touched her through the panties for a while, but it wasn't quite enough, so I slipped my hand inside. "Wow, so much pubic hair!" I whispered in Sister Duan's ear. She smiled seductively and pinched my thigh, then grabbed my crotch and whispered in my ear, "What a big cock!" Hehe, actually, my cock isn't that big, just slightly above average.

We sat on the bed like that, touching each other silently in the dim light. Before long, Sister Duan couldn't take it anymore. She started unzipping my pants, panting heavily, like a female animal in heat. She pulled out my cock and rubbed the glans, whispering, "I can't take it anymore, just put it in, hurry up."

I thought, what am I waiting for? I pinned Sister Duan to the bed, not even bothering to take off her skirt. I simply ripped it off and pulled down her panties. Heh heh, quite tempting. A patch of dark skin between her snow-white thighs. There was a lewd smell in the air. Sister Duan quickly took off her top and unhooked her bra. She lay on the bed, panting, looking at me. Her meaning was clear.

I didn't hold back either. I quickly took off my pants and pinned her down. This woman was really horny. She reached out and grabbed my penis, guiding it towards her genitals. I thrust in easily. She was very wet, and it went in smoothly. After all, she was a woman who had been married for many years and had a lot of sex. Sister Duan's vagina wasn't very tight, but it was warm and wet, making penetration very comfortable. Sister Duan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, saying, "So comfortable!"

To be honest, I had dated two girlfriends back in college and had some sexual experience, but in front of a mature woman like this, I was just a novice.

As Sister Duan swayed her large, round, white buttocks, she actively teased my penis while simultaneously grasping her own breasts, looking quite pleased with herself. Not to be outdone, I also reached for her breasts, intensifying my thrusting. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and not at all saggy, unlike those of someone who had breastfed. The quiet room was suddenly filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and Sister Duan's suppressed breathing.

During that time, Sister Duan's phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw it was her husband calling. I panicked and froze, but Sister Duan nonchalantly gestured for me to continue slowly while answering the phone. She calmly spoke to her husband, who was calling to ask when she'd be home. She winked at me, touching my chest and laughing, saying, "My luck's good today. I'll be home in a little while. Let her husband go to sleep first."

After hanging up, Sister Duan let out a long sigh, laughing, "That was amazing!" Then she grabbed my buttocks and started wriggling wildly, as if trying to drain me dry.

Mature women are indeed powerful; I ejaculated quickly. Sister Duan seemed unsatisfied, pulling out my limp penis and kneading it, laughing, "You did pretty well, lasting so long, much better than my husband." Then, with a seductive smile, she asked, "Can we do it again?"

Wow, it seems she wants to exhaust me!

However, that night, I still satisfied her. When she left, I pulled her in for a second time, this time for a full half hour. I was exhausted and drenched in sweat, as was Sister Duan, who looked like she'd just been pulled from the water. But she was very satisfied; I could tell, because afterwards she kept hugging me and calling me "Good husband, old cock," acting like a madwoman.

Just like that, I successfully won over Sister Duan (or maybe she won me over! Haha). Our relationship instantly changed from mahjong partners to sex partners. In the following days, we frequently found opportunities to have sex, sometimes in my rented room, sometimes Sister Duan paid for a hotel room (she thought my place wasn't good enough, and showering wasn't convenient). I felt that renting a hotel room was the most enjoyable; we could have a wild time, shower together, and then give each other oral sex, plus there was air conditioning—perfect for summer.

During this time, I also wanted to get my hands on Sister Wang! Hehe, men are always greedy! Sister Duan told me that Sister Wang was quite the ladies' man. Since her divorce, she'd had several boyfriends, but because she had a daughter, she didn't dare bring men home and often booked hotel rooms. It made me envious, and I often imagined Sister Wang naked, which made Sister Duan a little jealous (hehe, that's women for you!).

One night in August, I didn't go to play cards; I was fixing a computer at a client's house. It didn't finish until 10 pm. After leaving the client's house, I went to eat dinner (that's how it is with working, so tiring). While I was eating, Sister Duan called, asking me to come to the XX Hotel and pick up a watermelon while I was there. She then told me which room she was in. Hearing that I had a date with a beauty, I quickly finished my dinner, took a car, and went there. I bought a watermelon at the fruit shop downstairs from the hotel and excitedly went upstairs.

Upon entering room number xxx (I forgot the room number), I found Sister Duan and Sister Wang alone in the room. I was taken aback, and after asking, I learned that Sister Duan had argued with her husband and was unhappy, not wanting to go home. So she dragged Sister Wang to stay with her at the hotel. The two women chatted for a while, and their mood improved, and they even had an appetite. Then they remembered me, haha!

I sat down and ate watermelon with them, joking and laughing, until almost midnight. Sister Duan winked at me and said, "It's so late, don't leave, just sleep here!" I said, "If I don't leave, where am I supposed to sleep? I can't possibly sleep in the bathroom, can I?" Sister Wang laughed and said, "How about you sleep with your Sister Duan?" Sister Duan laughed and said, "I just had a fight, I'm not in the mood. You sleep with your Sister Wang, let her have a taste of spring chicken!"

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