The beautiful housewife in the cram school

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Prep classes for working professionals preparing for civil service exams differ from those for students, which typically involve
students classes include both middle-aged and young adults. The age requirement for civil service exams is generally
18-40, and given the current economic downturn, many unemployed middle-aged individuals are also vying for these
"iron rice bowl" jobs. Therefore, many students are married individuals with children.

Due to cost considerations, prep classes group students taking the same exam subjects together
, without grouping them by exam level – a understandable approach.

In my bar exam, criminal law is a subject covered in many civil service exams
. Although there were over fifty students in the class, only about ten actually took the special bar exam;
the rest were preparing for other exams.

In my criminal law class, I always sat in the third or fourth row. Several other students sat
around that spot, and while we weren't exactly best friends, we gradually became acquainted.

Among them was a young woman named Xiao Weiwen, thirty years old, who had married at twenty-four and was now a mother of a
five-year-old . Both she and her husband were civil servants, and Weiwen was attending tutoring to prepare
for the civil service promotion exam.

Although Weiwen was thirty, she looked only around twenty-five, quite young.
She had neat, straight, shoulder-length hair, and although she wore glasses, it couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face
. She also maintained a remarkably good figure, usually wearing a shirt and long casual pants to class. While not dressed revealingly, it couldn't conceal
her good figure, especially her impressive breasts, which she estimated to be at least a 34D, seemingly about to burst out of her shirt
, making everyone's hearts flutter.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she wasn't
particularly wary or defensive towards me, a boy who still seemed like a little brother to her. However, she would appropriately wear
a shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Because the cram school, besides the teacher's lectures and focus on key points, also included frequent discussions among students to help each other
improve . Due to our geographical proximity, Wei-wen, two or three other students and I often discussed problems together and did group
activities. Under these circumstances, we were naturally less wary.

Wives and mothers, compared to young unmarried women, possess not only
a composure. Therefore, even sweet words of praise are not so easily enough to move their hearts;
they simply offer polite thanks.

Even with the high divorce rate, wives and mothers still possess a certain reserve and detachment
. Unmarried women with boyfriends might be moved by compliments from other men, but wives are not so
easily swayed. And even with her status as a wife and the inherent reserve and self-respect, Wei-wen's appearance and
figure remained the focus of men's attention.

Wei-wen didn't live in Pingtung City, but in Chaozhou. Therefore
, it's not uncommon for students from other towns to travel to the city for
tutoring in order to catch their trains, so it's not particularly strange or noteworthy.

One day, Weiwen was probably too tired from work, and she actually fell asleep during class without
telling anyone to wake her up for her train. So, when Weiwen woke up after class, she missed her
train .

Waiting for the next train meant she wouldn't get home until almost midnight, so I casually suggested I
give her a ride home on my motorcycle, and Weiwen agreed without any other ideas.

Fortunately, Weiwen was wearing pants that day, so sitting astride the motorcycle wasn't inappropriate; otherwise,
traffic police would have included sitting sideways on the back of a motorcycle as a violation!

Vivian sat on the back of the motorcycle, initially holding onto the back rail, keeping a distance from me.
But as I sped up, she gradually put her arm around my shoulder, then around my waist.
The inevitable physical contact from that embrace, and the feeling of our soft flesh pressing against each other, was incredibly pleasant.
But now wasn't the time to indulge in that feeling; I had to focus on riding.

Vivian didn't ask me to take her home; she only went to the bus stop near her house and then walked
home . I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode

home. Although taking her home was purely accidental, it increased her positive impression of me
. I never intended to make a move; secretly watching and fantasizing was enough for me.
But fate intervened, and I ended up having intimate contact with Vivian.

Perhaps it was because she trusted me and believed she was an unattractive old woman who wouldn't be interested in
a young me! So sometimes, when there were important chapters in the lesson, she would listen to the whole thing
and then ask me to give her a ride home.

At first, I was flattered and had all sorts of wild fantasies, but it seems I was just overthinking it. Weiwen and I
had classes together about ten times a month, and I would take her home three or four times, but she never let me take her
all the way home ; she would only take me to the bus stop. However, she didn't let me do it for free. Every time, she would buy
me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets as a late-night treat as a thank you. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a
big deal.

And this day, after her criminal law class, as before, she asked me to give her a ride home, and I
took her to the bus stop near her house as usual. But she didn't get off; instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I
obediently followed her instructions and took her to a three-story detached house nearby. It seemed this was Weiwen's house
.

After Weiwen got off the bus, I was about to turn around and ride away when, surprisingly, she offered
to she'd cook me a late-night snack.

Since my family wasn't home that day, I figured I could stay a little longer and that her husband and child
were still , so I agreed. But when I got inside, I found no one there. I asked
, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was with her grandparents, so she was all alone.

I couldn't laugh anymore. This kind of scenario, straight out of novels, comics, games, and third-rate adult films, never
happened in real life! I had so much fun reading and playing games! But when this kind of thing happens in real life…
While I felt a flutter of excitement, I couldn't manage a smile. After

all that thinking, it turned out she was just inviting me for a late-night snack. Why was I overthinking it? I quickly knocked on
my head, which had been through so much law school, and figured that as long as I behaved, ate my snack, drank some cold drinks,
chatted , and didn't do anything I shouldn't, everything would be fine! Nothing would happen. Don't
create unnecessary trouble for yourself.

After telling myself this, I went into Weiwen's room.

Weiwen smiled and said, "Yuyang! You watch TV in the living room first! I'll change my clothes and then come cook
!"

I sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, but I was distracted. Although I was telling myself to relax,
I couldn't help but think about scenes from those third-rate adult films I'd seen before, and how
sexy and alluring Weiwen's clothes would be.

Sure enough, Weiwen changed into an extremely casual set of loungewear, the kind of loungewear that made me feel like I didn't exist. A
spaghetti- strap top accentuated Vivian's sexy shoulders and full breasts, while her super-short denim shorts
barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless legs that were sure to make anyone's heart
race . Her figure was so unlike that of a mother that I was completely mesmerized
, my eyes glued to her.

Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an old woman! What's so interesting?"

I was practically hypnotized, blankly replying, "Vivian's figure doesn't look like that of
a mother who's given birth at all!"

Vivian smiled charmingly, "It's nice to hear a young man's compliment, but unfortunately I'm already married
. So, Xiao Yang, go say these things to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say them to an old woman like me with a child
." With that, she smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack.

The so-called "cliché" is called cliché because it happens so often, and I finally understood
the meaning of that phrase.

Vivian came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of juice, but she tripped and
fell—and of all places, right in front of me. Instinctively, I reached out to prevent her from falling and to steady the plate.

But as the saying goes, "He who tries to have his cake and eat it too will surely fall into the water!"

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Vivian. In the end, my left hand cushioned her
fall, but ended up landing squarely on her buttocks; my right hand was hit by the falling plate and cup,
preventing them from hitting Vivian, but the spilled juice still
soaked my right hand and Vivian's chest. To make matters worse, after my right hand shielded her from the plate and cup, it naturally drooped down, and I ended up touching
Vivian 's 34D breasts.

My first reaction wasn't
the wonderful sensation of my hands touching Vivian's breasts and buttocks, which I had always dreamed of. Instead, I felt remorse for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right. Only later did the
wonderful feeling come. And then, the embarrassment. ...

With our bodies so close, our faces involuntarily drew even closer. I was caught in a dilemma
; I couldn't let go, yet I couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously moved slightly.

Vivian instinctively let out a moan, a moan that banished all my remaining rationality
, leaving me only with the desire for absolute sensory satisfaction. My hands continued to knead, kneading Vivian's breasts and buttocks
, and my face pressed against hers...

I don't know if Vivian was doing it on purpose or was startled by the suddenness of the event, but she didn't resist at all, only
letting out instinctive moans of pleasure. When I kissed Vivian's lips, she seemed to wake from a dream
, hurriedly trying to push me away. But it was too late.

A flame that has been lit won't stop until it has burned everything it can burn; and once my
desire ignited, there was only one object to burn: Vivian before me.

Although Vivian tried to push me away, she was no match for my strength. Moreover, Vivian's body was quite sensitive
; after I began my assault, I soon felt her body heat up, and her
resistance weakened.

I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry
lips. At the same time, I caressed her large breasts through her thin-strapped top.

Between kisses, Vivian let out a soft moan: "Let go... I... I didn't
say I was a midnight snack..."

Her joking remark only fueled my laughter, and I kissed
her more frequently and intensely, holding her alluring cherry lips tightly, not wanting her to have another chance to speak.

Vivian was indeed quite sensitive; after only a few touches, not only did her body grow hotter, but her nipples
also became erect and swollen.

"Ah...you...if you don't...if you don't stop...stop...you'll...ah
...you'll regret it..." Vivian struggled desperately between my kisses, issuing this warning.

I didn't answer, responding instead with an even stronger kiss and more forceful movements of my hands. Regret? I'll only regret it if I stop
now ! But, less than a minute later, I did indeed regret it.

Vivian was sensitive, and being an experienced married woman, her reactions were even stronger; once her desire was aroused
, she was not to be trifled with.

While I was still captivated by Vivian's sweet, pure petals, her incredibly soft breasts, and her erect, hot nipples
, Vivian had already taken the initiative. Vivian had turned the tables, not only not resisting but also passionately returning my kisses.
Her previously struggling hands now embraced me, and she pressed her body even closer to me, beginning to writhe rhythmically.
And her movements were incredibly skillful, swaying against my body. Each twist and turn created friction that
fueled my desire even more.

Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice. I couldn't possibly use
my previous experience or techniques to deal with her!

I, who had been the one initiating the attack, suddenly lost the initiative and was put on the defensive, even being pinned down
. Although it was quite embarrassing from a man's perspective, it was undeniable that I was also receiving
services from her, which felt even more pleasurable.

To be honest, objectively speaking, in this situation, it's more accurate to say that she was raping
me than that I was raping Vivian.

Vivian's tongue swirled gently in my mouth, while her right hand, through my trousers,
began I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense.

Although I was at a disadvantage, my hand didn't stop. I pulled down her bra strap. Wearing a thin-strapped
top usually means wearing a transparent bra, a strapless bra, or using nipple covers, or nothing at all.
Vivian, however, didn't wear anything. So when I pulled down Vivian's thin-strapped top, her beautifully shaped and alluring
breasts were instantly revealed before my eyes, making my heart and penis pound faster involuntarily.

Vivian's nipples were light brown, and her areolas were larger than average for most girls. However, because Vivian's breasts were large,
the proportions were still quite harmonious, and the larger areolas didn't make her look disproportionate.

I pulled Vivian down, bringing her closer to me. I buried my face in her deep cleavage, inhaling her fragrance,
while my hands kneaded one breast in each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder, and
my right hand, playing with my penis, quickened its pace.

Besides licking her cleavage, my tongue also explored her light brown nipples.
My fingers and mouth alternated between her nipples, and from our close proximity, I could feel her legs
rubbing against each other, her juices already flowing through her shorts.

I pulled down her shorts, revealing a slightly small pair of red panties, already soaked with her juices.

Seeing Vivian in this state, I didn't need any foreplay. I took off my own clothes, and my
already erect and trembling penis was finally free from the constraints of my pants.

Without a word, Vivian brought her mouth forward and took my penis in. She began to stroke me vigorously
, her tongue like a nimble snake, gently yet effectively licking my penis
from top to .

Vivian's technique was excellent, providing pleasure without pushing me to the point of ejaculation
. Therefore, although I felt incredibly comfortable and couldn't help but groan, I showed no signs of
ejaculating , continuing to enjoy the sensation.

Not wanting it to end there, I gently pushed Vivian's head away. She understood and didn't
say anything, lying on the carpet with her legs spread, waiting for my entry.

With her legs open, Vivian's entire secret garden was completely exposed, and her gently twitching clitoris seemed to
beckon me. I guided my penis, aligned it, leaned forward, and
slid in .

Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it remained tight and elastic, yet moist due to
her sensitive constitution. This meant my entry wasn't much of a hindrance, and I could feel a tight,
warm embrace—a pleasurable sensation that was unbearable. It completely unleashed my desires, and I stopped worrying
about , simply acting on my most primal biological instincts, thrusting violently. This violent thrusting caused Vivian
to cry out and moan with abandon.
Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs up to make it easier
to penetrate deeper. Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of
pleasure , making it even harder to control myself. Vivian's hands, which had been holding me, moved to my buttocks, stimulating
them further, making it impossible for me to hold back. I ejaculated completely inside Vivian, who accepted it all.

After ejaculating inside her, I tried to withdraw. But Vivian didn't intend to end it there.
She held me tightly, her legs clamping around me, preventing me from pulling out immediately. She kissed me passionately, her hands
stimulating my back and buttocks. Stimulated by that, my softened penis throbbed again,
thrusting inside Vivian, and surprisingly, slowly became erect again, continuing to fill her vagina.

During this process, Vivian's facial expression was incredibly complex, a mixture of pain and pleasure, yet also an
indescribable emotion. But now was not the time to dwell on that expression; it was time to begin another
battle.

That night with Vivian, I finally understood the meaning of the ancient saying, "Women at thirty are like tigers, at forty like wolves."

That night, Vivian let me ejaculate three times, and she only reached her first orgasm during my third ejaculation
. Vivian's body was sensitive and easily aroused, yet she could take so long to climax. I truly understood what Vivian
meant when she said I would regret it.

After the climax, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past 3 a.m.,
and I had to go home eventually. So I got dressed, kissed Weiwen's beautiful sleeping face, and rode my scooter home.

When I went to my criminal law class again, I didn't see Weiwen. After inquiring at the counter, I learned that Weiwen had applied for a transfer as well
because her husband had been transferred to Taichung, and the whole family had left Pingtung for Taichung.

Weiwen didn't come, and the problem I was worried about didn't happen; it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Of course, I couldn't contact Weiwen anymore. That passionate, dreamlike night with Weiwen could only remain a memory
... The

cram

school for working professionals taking exams differs from those for students, which typically cater to a similar age group. The working
professional exam cram school includes both middle-aged and young people. This is because the age requirement for civil service exams is generally
18-40 years old, and given the current economic downturn, many unemployed middle-aged individuals are also vying for these
"iron rice bowl" jobs. Therefore, many students are married individuals with children.

Due to cost considerations, cram schools group students taking the same exam subjects together
, without grouping them according to exam level. This is understandable. However,

in the bar exam I was taking, one subject was criminal law, which is covered in many civil service exams
. Therefore, although there were over fifty students in the class, only about ten were actually taking the special bar exam;
the rest were preparing for other exams.

When I was in criminal law class, I always sat in the third or fourth row. Several other students were also sitting in the same
seats, so they gradually became acquainted with each other, though not exactly best friends.

Among them was a young woman named Xiao Weiwen, thirty years old, who had married at twenty-four and was now a mother of a
five-year- old. She and her husband were both civil servants, and Weiwen was there for tutoring to prepare for the civil service promotion
exam.

Although Weiwen was already thirty years old, she looked only around twenty-five, quite young. Her shoulder-length,
straight hair was neat and tidy. Even though she wore glasses, it couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face, and she maintained a
remarkably good figure. She usually wore a shirt and long casual pants to class; while not revealing, it couldn't conceal
her great figure, especially her impressive breasts, which I'd estimate to be at least a 34D, seemingly about to burst out of her shirt
, making everyone's hearts flutter.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she wasn't
particularly wary or defensive towards me, a boy who still seemed like a little brother. However, she would appropriately wear
a shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Since the tutoring class involved not only lectures and highlighting key points, but also discussions among students to help each
other , and because of our location, Weiwen, two or three other students and I often discussed problems and did group
activities together. Under these circumstances, of course, there was even less wariness.

Compared to young, unmarried women, wives and mothers possess a mature charm and
a composure. Therefore, even sweet words and compliments are not easily swayed;
a polite response is usually sufficient.

Despite the high divorce rate, wives and mothers retain a certain reserve and detachment. While an
unmarried woman with a boyfriend might be moved by compliments from other men, a married woman is
less easily swayed. Even with her status as a wife and the inherent reserve it brings, Wei-wen's appearance and
figure remain the focus of men's attention.

Wei-wen doesn't live in Pingtung City, but in Chaozhou. Therefore, she often leaves early to catch the train.
It's not uncommon for her to travel from other towns to the city for tutoring, so it's not particularly strange or
noteworthy .

One day, perhaps exhausted from work, Wei-wen dozed off during class without
asking anyone to wake her for the train. So, Weiwen, who only woke up after class, was already too late to catch her scheduled
train .

Waiting for the next train meant she wouldn't get home until almost midnight, so I casually suggested I give
her a ride home on my motorcycle. Weiwen didn't have any other ideas and agreed.

Thankfully, Weiwen was wearing pants that day, so straddling a motorcycle wasn't uncomfortable; otherwise,
traffic police would have included sitting sideways on the back of a motorcycle in their list of traffic violations!

At first, Weiwen held onto the back bar, keeping a distance from me.
But as I sped up, she gradually put her arm around my shoulder, then hugged my waist.
The unavoidable physical contact from hugging my waist, and the feeling of our soft flesh pressing against each other, was really comfortable.
But now wasn't the time to enjoy that feeling; I had to focus on riding.

Weiwen didn't ask me to take her all the way home; she only went to the bus stop near her house and then walked
home . I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode home.

Although taking her home was purely accidental, it did increase my positive impression of her
. I never intended to make a move; secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me.
But fate intervened, and I eventually had close contact with Weiwen.

Perhaps because she trusted me and believed she was an unattractive old woman, she thought a
young me wouldn't be interested. So, sometimes when she had an important lesson, she would listen to the whole thing
and then ask me to drive her home.

At first, I was flattered and had all sorts of wild fantasies, but it seems I was just overthinking it. Weiwen and I
had classes together about ten times a month, and I would drive her home three or four times, but she never let me take her
all the way home to the bus stop. However, she didn't let me do it for free. Every time, she would buy
me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets as a late-night treat as a thank you. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was
a big deal.

It was the evening after her criminal law class. As before, she asked me to give her a ride home, and I, as usual,
took her to the bus stop near her house. But she didn't get off; instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I
obediently followed her instructions and took her to a three-story detached house nearby. It seemed this was Weiwen's house
.

After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and leave when Weiwen, unusually, offered
to cook me a late-night snack.

I thought it was fine to stay out a little longer since my family wasn't home, and I assumed her husband and child
were still , so I agreed. But when I went inside, I found no one there. I asked
, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was at her grandparents' house, so she was all alone.

I couldn't laugh anymore. This kind of scenario from novels, comics, games, and third-rate adult films—I never
thought it would happen in real life! I had a lot of fun reading and playing games! But when this situation actually occurred in real life
, although I felt a flutter of excitement, I couldn't bring myself to smile at all.

After thinking so much, all I realized was that she was just inviting me for a late-night snack. Why should I overthink things ?
I quickly knocked on my head, which had been through so much law school, and figured that as long as I behaved myself, ate my snack, drank some cold drinks,
chatted , and didn't do anything I shouldn't, everything would be fine! Nothing would happen. Don't
create unnecessary trouble for yourself.

After telling myself this, I went into Weiwen's house.

Weiwen smiled and said to me, "Yuyang! You watch TV in the living room first! I'll change my clothes and then come cook
!"

I sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, but I was absent-minded. Although I was telling myself to be more attentive,
I couldn't help but think about scenes from those third-rate adult films I'd seen before, and how
sexy and alluring Weiwen's clothes would be.

Sure enough, Weiwen changed into an extremely casual set of loungewear, loungewear so casual that she practically ignored me. The
spaghetti-strap , form-fitting top accentuated Vivian's sexy shoulders and full bust, while her super-short denim shorts
barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless legs that were sure to make anyone's heart
race . This figure, so unlike that of a mother, left me speechless.
I stared intently, my eyes glued to the screen.

Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an old woman! What's so interesting?"

I was practically hypnotized, blankly replying, "Vivian's figure doesn't look like
that of a mother who's given birth!"

Vivian flashed a charming smile: "It's nice to hear a young man's compliment, but unfortunately I'm already married
. So, Xiao Yang, go say these things to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say them to an old woman like me with children
." With that, she smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack.

The so-called "cliché" is called cliché because it happens often, and I finally understood
the meaning of that phrase.

Vivian came out of the kitchen carrying juice, but accidentally tripped and fell—and of all places, she
tripped and fell right in front of me. Instinctively, I reached out my hands to prevent her from falling and to steady the plate.

But as the saying goes, "He who tries to have his cake and eat it too will surely fall!"

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Vivian. The end result was that my left hand cushioned the ground to prevent Vivian
from landing directly on it, but my left palm ended up touching her buttocks squarely. My right hand was hit by a falling plate and cup,
which prevented them from hitting Vivian, but the spilled juice still
soaked my right hand and Vivian's chest. To make matters worse, after my right hand shielded her from the plate and cup, it naturally drooped down, and just happened to touch
Vivian 's 34D breasts.

My first reaction wasn't
the wonderful sensation of my hands touching Vivian's breasts and buttocks, which I had been dreaming of. Instead, I felt regret for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right. Only then came the
wonderful feeling, and the embarrassment...

Vivian and I were so close, our faces were inevitably closer together. I was caught in a dilemma
; I couldn't let go, but I also couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously moved slightly.

Vivian let out a groan instinctively, a groan that banished all my remaining rationality
, leaving me only with the desire for absolute sensory satisfaction. My hands continued to knead, massaging Vivian's breasts and buttocks
, while my face pressed against hers...

Whether Vivian did it intentionally or was startled by the suddenness of the encounter, she offered no resistance, only
letting out instinctive moans of pleasure. When I kissed her lips, Vivian seemed
to awaken from a dream, hastily trying to push me away. But it was too late.

A flame that has been ignited will not stop until it has burned everything it can; and once my
lust was ablaze, there was only one object to burn: Vivian before me.

Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was no match for mine. Moreover, Vivian's body was sensitive
; after I began my assault, I soon felt her body heat up, and her resistance
grew weaker.

I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry
lips. My hands caressed her large breasts through her spaghetti-strap top. Between

kisses, Vivian let out a soft moan: "Let go... I... I didn't
say I was a midnight snack..."

Her joking words only fueled my laughter, and I kissed her more frequently and intensely,
holding her alluring lips tightly, not wanting her to have another chance to speak.

Vivian was indeed quite sensitive; after only a few touches, her body grew hotter,
and her nipples became erect and swollen.

"Ah... you... if you don't... if you don't stop... stop... you'll... ah
... you'll regret it..." Vivian struggled desperately between my kisses, issuing this warning.

I didn't answer, but responded with an even stronger kiss and more forceful movements of my hands. Regret? I'd only regret it if I stopped
now ! But, less than a minute later, I did regret it.

Vivian was sensitive, and being an experienced married woman, her reactions were even stronger. Once her desire was aroused
, she was not to be trifled with.

While I was still captivated by Vivian's sweet, pure petals, her incredibly soft breasts, and her erect, hot nipples
, Vivian had already taken the initiative. She not only didn't resist, but also passionately returned my kisses. Her
previously struggling hands wrapped around me, and she pressed her body even closer, beginning to writhe rhythmically.
And it was a very skillful writhing, a writhing against my body. Each writhing brought friction that only
fueled my desire.

Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice. I couldn't possibly use
my previous experience or techniques to deal with her!

I, who had initially been the one initiating the attack, suddenly lost the initiative and found myself on the defensive, even being pushed back
. While it was undeniably embarrassing for a man, it was also tantamount to receiving
a woman's service, which felt incredibly pleasurable.

Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it was more accurate to say she was raping
me than me raping Weiwen.

Weiwen's tongue was gently swirling in my mouth, while her right hand was
already I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense.

Although I was at a disadvantage, my hands didn't stop. I pulled down her bra straps. Wearing a thin-strapped
top usually means wearing a transparent bra, a strapless bra, or using nipple covers, or nothing at all.
Weiwen, however, didn't wear anything. So, when I pulled down Weiwen's thin-strapped top, her beautifully shaped and alluring
breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes, making my heart and penis involuntarily race.

Vivian's nipples were light brown, and her areolas were larger than those of most girls. However, because Vivian had large breasts,
the proportions were still quite harmonious, and the larger areolas didn't make them look disproportionate.

I pulled Vivian down forcefully, bringing her closer to me. I buried my face in Vivian's deep cleavage, inhaling her fragrance
deeply , while my hands kneaded one breast in each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder, and
my right hand, which was playing with my penis, quickened its pace.

Besides licking between Vivian's breasts, my tongue also didn't miss her light brown nipples.
My fingers and mouth took turns servicing both nipples, and from the close proximity of our bodies, I could feel Vivian's legs...
The friction continued, and her juices had already soaked through her shorts.

I pulled down Vivian's shorts, revealing a slightly small pair of red underwear, already wet with her juices.

Seeing Vivian in this state, I didn't need any foreplay to lubricate her. I took off my own clothes, and my
already erect and trembling penis was finally free from the constraints of my pants.

Without a word, Vivian immediately brought her mouth forward and took my penis in. She began to vigorously stroke
it, her tongue like a nimble snake, gently yet effectively licking it
from top to bottom.

Vivian's technique was excellent, providing pleasure without pushing me to the point of ejaculation
. Therefore, although I felt incredibly comfortable and couldn't help but groan, I showed no signs of
ejaculating , continuing to enjoy the sensation to the fullest.

I didn't want it to end there, so I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian understood what I meant and didn't
say anything. She lay on the carpet, spreading her legs, waiting for me to enter.

With her legs open, Vivian's entire secret garden was completely exposed, and her gently twitching clitoris
seemed to beckon me. I guided my penis, aligned it, and leaned forward,
sliding in .

Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it was still tight and elastic, yet already moist due to
her sensitive nature. So, my entry wasn't much of a hindrance, yet
I could feel the tight, warm embrace. That comfortable feeling was unbearable, completely unleashing my desire. I stopped caring
about and just followed my most primal biological instincts, beginning to thrust violently. This violent thrusting made Vivian
cry out and moan even more freely.
Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs up so I could
penetrate even deeper. Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of
pleasure , making it even harder to control myself. Her hands, which had been holding me, moved to my buttocks, stimulating
them further, making it impossible for me to hold back. I ejaculated completely inside her, which she accepted without question.

After ejaculating inside her, I tried to pull out. But Vivian didn't intend to end it there.
She held me tightly, her legs clamping around me, preventing me from withdrawing immediately. She kissed me passionately, her hands
stimulating my back and buttocks. Stimulated by this, my softened penis throbbed again,
pounding inside her, and surprisingly, slowly became erect again, continuing to fill her vagina.

During this process, Vivian's expression was complex, a mixture of pain and pleasure, yet also an
indescribable emotion. But now was not the time to dwell on that expression; it was time to begin another
battle.

That night with Weiwen, I finally understood the meaning of the old saying, "Women at thirty are like tigers, at forty like wolves."

That night, Weiwen let me ejaculate three times, and she only reached her first orgasm during my third ejaculation
. Weiwen's body was sensitive and easily aroused, yet she could take so long to climax. I truly understood what Weiwen
meant when she said I would regret it.

After the climax, we fell asleep in each other's arms on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past three in the morning. I had to
go home, so after getting dressed, I kissed Weiwen's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home.

When I went to my criminal law class again, I didn't see Weiwen. After inquiring at the counter, I learned that Weiwen had applied for a transfer
because her husband had been transferred to Taichung, and the whole family had left Pingtung for Taichung.

Weiwen didn't come, and the problem I was worried about didn't happen, as if it had never happened at all. Of

course, I couldn't contact Weiwen anymore. That passionate and dreamy night with Weiwen could only remain a memory
...

"The End"

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