Xiaowen, a married woman

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Although Xiaowen was already thirty years old, she looked only around twenty-five, quite young. Her shoulder-length, neatly straight
hair, and the glasses she wore couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face. She also maintained a very
good figure, wearing a shirt and long casual pants. While not dressed revealingly, her good figure was still undeniable.
Especially her magnificent breasts, which I'd estimate at least a 34D, seemed about to burst out of her shirt, making everyone's
hearts flutter.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she
wasn't However, she would appropriately wear a
jacket when other men were staring at her chest, shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Xiaowen's appearance and figure remained the focus of men's attention. Xiaowen didn't live in Taichung City, but in
Taiping. It wasn't unusual for someone from another town to come to the city for tutoring. So there was nothing particularly strange
or noteworthy about it.

One day, Weiwen was probably too tired from work, and she actually fell asleep during class. She
didn't tell anyone to wake her up for the bus. So, when Weiwen woke up after class, she missed her scheduled
bus. Waiting for the next bus 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.

That day, Weiwen was wearing a culotte, so straddling the motorcycle wasn't uncomfortable for her. At first, she
held onto the back crossbar, keeping a distance from me. But as I sped up,
she gradually put her arms around my shoulders, 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 ; I had to concentrate 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 herself
. I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode home. Although taking her home was just a coincidence,
it increased her favorability towards me. I never thought about making a move on her;
secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me. But fate intervened,
and had close contact with Weiwen… Perhaps it was because she trusted me and believed that she was an unattractive
old woman and that a young man like me wouldn't be interested in her!

I took her home three or four times, but she never let me take her all the way home, always only to the bus stop
. However, she didn't let me do it for free; each time, she would buy me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets
as a late-night treat as a reward. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal. She
asked me to give her a ride home, and as usual, I took her to the bus stop near her house. But she didn't get off the bike;
instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I obediently followed her instructions and took her to a nearby three-story detached house
. It seemed this was Weiwen's home.

After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and leave when, unusually, she offered to
come in she'd cook me a late-night snack. I figured it was
rare for my family to be away today, so I could stay out a little longer before going home. I also assumed her husband and child were at home, 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 near the woods. So, she was all alone today.

Sure enough, Weiwen had 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. This figure was nothing like that of a mother
. I was stunned, 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! "

Vivian smiled charmingly, "It's nice to hear a young man's compliment, but unfortunately, I'm already married
. You should say that to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say it 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.

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

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Vivian. In the end, my left hand cushioned the ground to prevent Vivian from hitting the ground
directly , but my left palm ended up touching 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
. Worse still, after my right hand shielded 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 dreamed of. Instead, I felt remorse for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right. Then came the wonderful
feeling. And the embarrassment… Vivian and I were so close, our faces were inevitably closer. I
was caught in a dilemma: I couldn't let go, but I couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously
moved slightly. Vivian let out a groan instinctively. That groan threw all my remaining rationality
to the winds ; I only wanted to achieve absolute sensory satisfaction.

My hands continued to knead, rubbing 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 it, but she didn't resist at all, only letting
out 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 ignited will not stop until it has burned
everything ; and once my lust was ignited, there was only one object to burn:
Vivian before me… Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was ultimately no match for mine.

Vivian's body is quite sensitive. Soon after I began my assault, I could feel her body
heating up, and her resistance weakening... 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 . 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 even
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, her body grew increasingly hot, 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,
responding 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's sensitive constitution, coupled with her experience as a married woman
, made her reaction even stronger.

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 now embracing me, pressing her body even closer, and 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, who had initially been the aggressor, suddenly lost the initiative and became passive, even being pinned down.
Although it was undeniably embarrassing for a man, it was also tantamount to accepting the woman's
advances, which felt even more pleasurable. Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it was
more accurate to say she was raping me than me raping Vivian.

Vivian's tongue gently swirled in my mouth, while her right hand, through my trousers, began
stimulating . I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense. Although I was on the defensive, my hands
didn't stop; I pulled down her bra strap. Wearing a thin-strapped top and a transparent bra, when
I pulled down Vivian's top, her beautifully shaped and alluring breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes,
making my heart and penis pound faster. Vivian's nipples were light brown.

I pulled Vivian down harder, bringing her closer to me, burying my face in her deep cleavage,
inhaling fragrance, and kneading one breast with each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder, and
her right hand, playing with my penis, quickened its pace. Besides licking between Vivian's breasts, my tongue also licked her
light brown nipples. My fingers and mouth took turns servicing both nipples, and from the close contact of our bodies, I could
feel Vivian's legs rubbing against each other, and her juices were already flowing out of her shorts. After pulling down Vivian's skirt, I saw
a slightly small pair of red lace panties, already soaked with her juices.

I took off my clothes, and my erect, trembling penis was finally free from
the confines . 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 my penis 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 immediately, continuing to enjoy the sensation. Not wanting it to end there, I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian
understood my meaning and didn't say anything, instead lying on the carpet with her legs spread, waiting for my entry. With her legs spread wide
, Vivian's entire secret garden was on full display, and her gently twitching clitoris seemed to
beckon me. I guided my penis, aligned it, and leaned forward, smoothly sliding into her vagina
and joining it.

Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it remained tight and elastic, yet already moist due to her sensitive
nature . This meant my entry was relatively easy, yet
I could feel a tight, warm embrace. The pleasurable sensation was unbearable, completely unleashing my desires. I abandoned all technique
, relying solely on my primal instincts, and began to thrust violently. This violent thrusting caused Vivian
to cry out and moan even more freely.

Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs higher to allow me to penetrate even deeper
. Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of pleasure inside her, 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 her, and she accepted it all.
After ejaculating inside her, I tried to pull out, but Vivian 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 that,
my softened penis throbbed again, thrusting inside Vivian, and surprisingly, it slowly became erect again
, continuing to fill her vagina…

That night, Vivian let me ejaculate three times. Vivian 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 understand what Vivian meant when she said I'd regret
it…
After the climax, we fell asleep in each other's arms on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past 3 AM. I had to
go home , so after getting dressed, I kissed Vivian's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home. Of course, I couldn't
contact Vivian again. That passionate, dreamlike night with her could only remain a memory.

Although Vivian was already 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 very
good figure, wearing a shirt and long casual pants. Although she wasn't dressed revealingly, it couldn't hide her good figure. Especially…
Her magnificent breasts, easily estimated to be at least a 34D, seemed poised to burst out of her shirt,
making alluring.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she
wasn't However, she would appropriately wear a
jacket when other men were staring at her chest, shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Vivian's appearance and figure remained the focus of men's attention. Vivian didn't live in Taichung City, but in
Taiping. It wasn't unusual for someone from another town to come to the city for tutoring. So, nothing particularly strange
or noteworthy.

One day, Vivian was probably too tired from work, and towards the end of class, she actually dozed off. She
didn't tell anyone to wake her up for the bus. Therefore, when Vivian woke up after class, she missed her scheduled
bus. If we waited for the next bus, we wouldn't get home until almost midnight, so I casually suggested I give her a ride home on
my motorcycle .

Wenwei didn't have any other ideas and agreed. Wenwei was wearing a culotte that day, so straddling the motorcycle wasn't inappropriate. At first, she
held onto the back crossbar, keeping a distance from me. But as I sped up,
she gradually put her arm around my shoulder, then hugged my waist. The inevitable 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 ; I had to focus on riding.

Wenwei 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 just a coincidence,
it increased my popularity in her eyes. I didn't even think about making love to her;
just secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me. But by the twist of fate, I ended
up having close contact with Weiwen... Perhaps it was because she trusted me and believed that she was
an old woman without any charm, and that a young kid like me wouldn't be interested in her!

Three or four times I took her home, but she never let me take her all the way home, only to the bus stop
. However, she didn't let me do it for free; each time she would buy
me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets as a late-night treat as a reward. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal. She
asked me to give her a ride home, and as usual, I 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 nearby three-story detached house
. It seemed this was Weiwen's house.

After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and leave when, surprisingly, Weiwen offered to
come in she would cook me a late-night snack that night. I figured it was a rare day since my family wasn't home, so I figured I could stay
out assumed her husband and child were still there, so I agreed.
But when I got inside, I realized no one was there. I asked, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was at
her grandparents' house near the woods. So she was all

alone. Sure enough, Weiwen had changed into an extremely casual loungewear set—so casual it made me feel like I
wasn't even there. A thin-strapped, form-fitting top accentuated her sexy shoulders and full breasts,
while her super-short denim shorts barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless
legs, which were a major reason for my heart to race. This figure didn't seem like that of a mother at all
. I was stunned, my eyes glued to her. Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an
old woman ! What's there to see?" I was practically hypnotized, and blankly replied, "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
. You should say that to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say it 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.

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

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I couldn't save Vivian. The end result was that my left hand, used to cushion the ground to prevent Vivian from landing
directly on it, 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, 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 been dreaming of. Instead, I felt remorse 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 even closer. I
was caught in a dilemma; I couldn't let go, but I couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously
moved slightly. Vivian instinctively let out a moan. That moan threw all my remaining rationality
to the winds; I only wanted to achieve absolute sensory satisfaction.

My hands continued to knead, massaging Vivian's breasts and buttocks, while my face pressed against hers… Whether
Vivian was doing it on purpose or startled by the suddenness of it all, she offered no resistance, only letting
out moans of pleasure. When I kissed her lips, she seemed to awaken from a dream,
hastily trying to push me away. But it was too late… A flame that has been ignited won't stop until it has burned
everything ; and my burning desire had only one target:
Vivian before me… Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was no match for mine.

Vivian's body was sensitive; after I began my assault, I soon felt her body
heat up, and her resistance grew weaker and weaker… I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks,
earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry lips. My hands, through her spaghetti-strap top, caressed her ample breasts…
Large breasts. Vivian let out a soft moan between my kisses: "Let go... I... I didn't
say I was a midnight snack..." She actually said something so joking! My laughter deepened, and I kissed her even
more frequently intensely, refusing to let go of her alluring cherry lips, 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, but
responded with even stronger kisses and more forceful movements of my hands. Regret? I'd 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 reaction was even stronger.

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 passionately returned my kisses, her previously
struggling hands now embracing me, pressing her body even closer, and beginning to writhe rhythmically. And it was a
very skillful writhing, her body rubbing against mine, each movement creating friction that only
fueled my desire. Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice.

I, who had initially been the aggressor, suddenly lost the initiative and was now in a passive position, even being pinned down.
Although it was undeniably embarrassing
from a man's perspective, it was also tantamount to accepting the woman's advances, and the feeling was even more pleasurable. Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it's less that I raped
Vivian, and more that she raped me.

Vivian's tongue swirled gently in my mouth, while her right hand, through my trousers, began
stimulating 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, pulling down her bra straps. Wearing a thin-strapped top and a transparent bra, when Vivian's thin-strapped top
was pulled down , her beautifully shaped and alluring breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes,
making my heart and penis pound faster involuntarily. Vivian's nipples were light brown.

I pulled Vivian down harder, bringing her closer to me, burying my face in Vivian's deep cleavage,
breathing her fragrance, while my hands kneaded one breast in each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder,
and her right hand, playing with my penis, quickened its pace. Besides licking in Vivian's cleavage, my tongue also didn't miss Vivian's
light brown nipples. My fingers and mouth took turns caressing my nipples, and from our close proximity, I could
feel her legs rubbing against each other, her juices already flowing over my shorts. I pulled down her skirt, revealing
a slightly small, red, sheer lace panty, soaked with her juices.

I took off my own clothes, and my already erect and trembling penis was finally
free . She immediately brought her mouth to my head and began to stroke me vigorously. Her
tongue, like a nimble snake, gently yet skillfully licked my penis from top to bottom
.

Her 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 immediately, continuing to enjoy the sensation. I didn't want it to end there, so I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian
understood what I meant and did
n'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 held my penis, aligned it, and leaned forward, easily sliding into her vagina
and joining my penis.

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 didn't care about technique anymore
, just followed my most primal biological instincts and began 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 inside her, 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 her, and she accepted it all.
After ejaculating inside her, I tried to pull out, but Vivian 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 that,
my softened penis throbbed again, thrusting inside Vivian, and surprisingly, it slowly became erect again
, continuing to fill her vagina…

That night, Vivian let me ejaculate three times. Vivian 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, we 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 . So, after getting dressed, I kissed Vivian's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home. Of course, I couldn't
contact Vivian again. That passionate and dreamy night with Vivian could only remain a memory.

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