new people new love

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"Hey
baby, the sun's shining on your bottom, time to wake up." Xiao Xu stood by the bed looking at me.
Actually, I'd been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my smooth bottom. I thought, I should let the sun shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight.
My son, who's in his early twenties, told us one day that he'd met a friend who was over 28, very caring, sensible, and good at housework. His parents were intellectuals who had started their own business after graduating from university, working in the same industry as my son. My son said he'd bring him home that day to meet us.
My son also told us that his friend already owned two beauty salons, and he himself had achieved some success in the beauty industry, especially in facial beauty, where he was teaching at several salons. He rarely did facials himself anymore, but he'd do one for me when he had time.
Until this winter, on a very cold Saturday, my son happily brought his boyfriend home. Although my son had told me beforehand, I didn't dress up specially, just wore casual clothes, since meeting my son's boyfriend wasn't an important meeting. When they came in and saw my husband and me, my son introduced them: "Dad, Mom, this is Xiao Xu." "
That's how I met Xiao Xu for the first time. The boy was tall and quite strong. He had dark skin, and as I looked at them, the two children stood together with contrasting skin tones, and I couldn't figure out how to judge them. The boy had a broad face, not handsome, but his eyes were bright and capable, quite manly.
When he first saw us, his expression was unnatural: 'Uncle, Auntie!' I heard him call me 'Auntie,' his tongue was twitching and his pronunciation was off.
As a mother, I needed to smooth things over. I nodded to him and said, 'Xiao Xu, it's hot inside, take off your coat. We have central heating here, it's very warm, wearing light clothes is enough inside.'
Then, I chatted with him for a few more lighthearted, everyday things, and Xiao Xu's expression relaxed a lot. I felt I didn't have much more to say to him, so I said, 'Weekends are my busiest time. I have to do all the housework, washing and cleaning. You and his dad chat for a while, I have to go get to work.'" "
Xiao Xu continued, 'Auntie, let me help you. I can do all the housework.'
I said, 'No, thank you. This is your first time here.'
I got up and went into the bathroom, where there was a pile of clothes to wash. Which ones to wash first? Which ones to wash later? Just as I was choosing, Xiao Xu came with me. He wanted to help me wash the clothes, but I didn't want him to come in because there were women's bras and underwear among the clothes, which would be indecent for him to see. I blocked most of the doorway, but he didn't understand what I meant and insisted on helping me. I thought to myself: This kid is at least considerate and sensible, so I'll let him help me.
I felt uncomfortable with him helping me. Working always involves bending over and standing up, and with a young man I was meeting for the first time beside me, I subconsciously pulled up my collar when I bent over, afraid of exposing my breasts. Actually, my collar wasn't low; I just wanted to protect myself." To avoid his gaze on my chest whenever I bent over, I would turn my back to him, but my protruding buttocks would bump into him several times. This embarrassed me greatly; it's awkward for a woman's buttocks to touch a strange man.
This was the embarrassing incident from our first meeting. Later, I asked him: Did he touch my buttocks on purpose? He said: I touched him with my buttocks, deliberately teasing him, which gave him the courage to do so later. Actually, I had no such thought at the time; it was an unintentional misunderstanding that led to him ending up in my bed.
I still asked him to leave. That day, our whole family ate together.
During the meal, my husband and I asked him: "What are your plans now that you have a family?" "
Xiao Xu told me about his future plans: he now runs a beauty salon, and the profits from beauty treatments are very high. He also has connections with several foreign cosmetics companies, and could potentially collaborate with them on distribution or agency agreements. I didn't pay much attention to his story, because we all knew about his beauty salon, and we knew a little about his family. We wanted to observe whether he was just spouting empty boasts.
His tone was calm, his thinking was organized, he had a good sense of proportion, and his expression was understated yet sunny.
I liked this person! A very nice young man.
That evening, when my son saw Xiao Xu off, he said, 'Mom and Dad, I won't be back tonight, don't wait for me.'
My husband and I didn't respond, because there was nothing more to say; we understood what young people did and couldn't interfere.
A long night passed, my husband was asleep, and I was watching TV. My phone rang, and I picked it up to see a text message. The message only had four words: 'Are you asleep?'
Who could it be? An unfamiliar number. Perhaps it was someone I knew but didn't recognize. I replied, 'Who?'
The reply came back: 'Someone who admires you.'" "
When I saw the reply, I thought, 'What is there to admire about me? There must be a mistake.' I replied, 'You must have made a mistake.'
The person replied, 'No, it's you.' I thought: 'There must be a mistake.' I turned off my phone.
But from then on, my phone received text messages like, 'I love you, a very special kind of love,' every day. The messages kept piling up and annoyed me. Who was he? He sent the wrong number, busying himself with someone who wasn't his lover, neglecting his real lover.
I should really remind him not to waste her time.
I dialed the number: 'Who is this?' The voice on the other end was familiar—it was Xiao Xu! He said on the phone, 'What should I call you? Since the day I saw you, I've had hope in my heart, and I can't sleep at night.'
'What do you mean?' I asked.
'You're a good woman,' he replied.
Before I could speak, he continued, 'If I said, "I love you, would you be angry?"' This sudden
question left me speechless.
There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then he said, 'I will make you even more beautiful!'" "
What does he mean? Love me, make me more beautiful?
My heart started pounding, pounding wildly. A woman with experience like me wouldn't understand! He's trying to flirt with me! My judgment was correct then, but I didn't reject him. I just thought, 'He's so bold! He's friends with my son, and he's flirting with his mother too. He's a steady man; he shouldn't be doing this.'
I went into the bedroom; my husband was fast asleep. I went out again, kicked off my slippers, and walked around barefoot. I thought: 'Fine, let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve. If he wants to flirt with me, then so be it. What am I afraid of
?' I said to him, 'You know what? I know who you are, but I shouldn't, you understand?'
Would he understand what I meant? I wondered.
He said, 'I know, you don't know who I am. My unrequited love for you is a beauty in my heart, not a burden for you.'"
He understood what I meant. If we both knew what was going on, how could things continue? I hung up the phone and sat on the sofa, thinking: My son hasn't come home yet. Are they together? If they are, I'll be so embarrassed.
I quickly dialed my son's number. He told me on the phone that he was at a party with his classmates. From the receiver, I could hear music and laughter coming from there. This reassured me, and I told him, "Come home early."
That night, I slept naked next to my husband. We've lived together for over twenty years. As a wife, I've been dutiful and never done anything out of line.
The next day, as soon as I left the house, I hurriedly checked my phone. There was another text message: "I heard your voice, so beautiful!"
"You can choose with me, but I can't escape you."
My phone was full of his text messages, all mushy words. I wanted to reply, but my finger stopped, unsure how to type. I thought: Wait a few days. Young people can't stay together forever. Besides, I can't reply rashly; he might use it against me and ruin my reputation.
I didn't reply, just kept receiving his texts. He seemed determined not to stop. Like his text: "I love you, without expecting anything in return, because you're in my heart, and only in my heart can flowers bloom."
"Withered flower." That was my first reply to him. What? I'm a woman in my forties, not a flower anymore.
"Flowers are those that are full, mature, and in full bloom in their season," he replied, but I didn't.
Days passed, his texts didn't stop, and checking them gradually became a habit. Because of my son, although I felt uneasy and dared not reply, I had to admit: I was starting to like these flirtatious texts! Because a middle-aged woman
suddenly being loved by a young man, whether it was real or not, I wanted to experience it.
The weather warmed up, and the words in his texts became as fiery as the warmer weather.
I still didn't reply, but I admit, his patience was truly remarkable. I didn't object to his texts, nor did I reply. We didn't have any real interaction; I only gained a little psychological comfort from his texts. My behavior wasn't wrong!
One day, near the end of the workday, a torrential downpour began. My colleagues and I looked out the window at the heavy rain, discussing how we'd be getting home; even getting a taxi would be difficult. I took out my phone and told my husband I might be home late. Just then, a text message arrived: "It's raining. There's a red taxi downstairs; the last three digits of the license plate are 521. That's the car I booked for you. You can go home right away. Fare paid!"
I quickly looked around, as if he were right beside me. No, only my colleagues. I walked downstairs and read the message again: red taxi, license plate 521. As I repeated 521, it sounded like the homonym for "I love you." I was touched, almost to the point of tears.
When I got home, my husband was already there, sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper. Seeing me come in, he said, "It's raining so hard; you said you'd be late." He continued reading his newspaper. Hearing his nonchalant words, I said calmly, "I got a ride home with a colleague."
I changed my clothes and went into the kitchen.
While eating, I kept thinking about my phone, feeling certain there must be a text from him. I felt guilty; it was wrong for a middle-aged woman to be secretly having an affair with my son's friend, but texting had become a part of my daily life.
I took my phone into the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a text: "It's raining heavily, I'm wet. How about you?"
The rain didn't stop that night, and listening to the rain in bed, I also got wet. Unable to suppress my sexual desire, I took off my clothes and said to my husband, "I want it!"
My husband said, "We're an old married couple, why are you doing that?"
I said, "No, I want it. I don't want to waste the enjoyment I deserve. I'm a woman who needs a man."
I touched my husband's penis; it was soft and lifeless. But men at my husband's age have more experience, their emotions have become more detached, and they have less of the vitality a man should have. But what woman doesn't love a man's penis?
I held my husband's penis and said to him, "Don't move, let me do it!"
I climbed on top of him, brushing his legs with my pubic hair, dropping my breasts in front of his chest, and touching his chest with my nipples. My body wanted a man. I used every trick in the book to get him hard. I kissed his entire body, sucked his penis, uttered provocative words, and made the most lewd moves. Finally, my husband's penis was hard. I said to him, "Look how beautiful your penis looks when it's hard, like a big boy, ready to be fucked." I kept rubbing his penis, and while it was still hard, I straddled him. With a thud, his penis entered my vagina.
Ah, I exclaimed, "How beautiful! Everything in the world has a gap, and there is insertion. A man's insertion into a woman is a divine gift." I straddled him and said, "Beautiful, isn't it? Fuck this beautiful woman, isn't it beautiful?" I twisted my hips to feel the pleasure of his penetration, but after only two or three twists, he went limp, as if he had ejaculated, but I didn't feel it; he had already withdrawn from my vagina.
I sighed and said to my husband, "Your thing is just an organ for urinating now."
My husband also sighed and said, "Go to sleep, I don't have that ability anymore."
My husband turned to the side and ignored me, but I needed a man. I placed my hand on my genitals, fingers pressing against my clitoris, and squeezed my legs together. I imagined a man's penis inside my vagina, the only sexual pleasure I'd experienced in years. How pathetic!
In my hazy masturbation, I fantasized about a man—Xiao Xu. "I was with him, he was inside me, and I felt a young, powerful penis inside my vagina, sending pleasure to my very core."
"Ah, ah, ah—" My body convulsed, and the masturbation brought me to orgasm. Reluctantly, I got up. My husband was asleep, the bedroom door closed. I stood naked in front of the living room's French windows. I saw my hazy reflection in the glass—what a beautiful woman, full breasts, wide hips, long, white legs, and thick black pubic hair. I was a woman who could captivate men, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to enjoy me. I picked up my phone and proactively sent my son's friend my first text message, just three words: "What are you doing?"
He replied immediately: "I'm so happy you texted me first."
I felt a surge of relief; a man had a crush on me. I replied: "I won't reject you, keep texting me, okay? Please!"
I knelt on the ground, as if I could see a young penis right in front of this middle-aged woman, expressing my gratitude and pleading for his love.
He replied again: "I'm grateful you accepted me, I'll kiss you! Kiss your whole body!"
I replied: "Mmm—my whole body—ah—ah—come on!" I just wanted a man.
After that, the nature of our text messages changed, less about love and affection, more about sex. The ultimate point of love and affection between men and women is the union of sexual organs.
The next day, I left home without checking his text message first, but sent one directly: "How was last night? Missing women?"
He replied: "Thinking about you all night."
I replied: "Sex?"
He replied: "Yes, I ejaculated all over the bed for you."
We had a close conversation when I had my office door locked. I still have it.
"You're like a ripe peach, held in my hands, in my mouth."
I replied, "Don't just hold it, touch it too."
"Your ripe body dazzles men; they look at you, but I love you."
I replied, "Then you should pick the ripe fruit."
"You are the last drop of blood in my heart; as long as you live, I live."
I replied, "Can you ejaculate your last drop?"
"Your rounded flesh, your full buttocks, make me..."
I replied, "Then you should enjoy me."
One day he texted: "Last night, I dreamt I kissed you again, our tongues intertwined. I kissed your genitals, your pubic hair brushing against my lips, guess what happened?"
This text immediately sent a surge of pleasure down my genitals. I closed my eyes, imagining my legs clamping his face, his lips against my labia. I unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and masturbated until I reached orgasm.
It seems text messages can also provide comfort; I'm middle-aged but not outdated, I can still enjoy modern life.
I replied, "You ejaculated."
And that's how our texts became increasingly passionate and explicit. One night, when our families weren't home, we texted each other until late. He texted me, "I want to see your breasts."
I hesitated. I knew that if I pressed the video button and pointed the phone at my breasts, he could see them, but I didn't.
I replied, "I can't see, I can only describe. Full and elastic, not sagging. Nipples purplish-red." I lifted my shirt and touched my breasts.
He replied, "And your body?"
I replied, "Round, white, and smooth, very womanly." I took off my pants and lay down on the sofa.
He replied, "A very womanly body, I want to lie down in your place."
I replied, "You always take off a piece of clothing when you reply to me, now I'm only wearing my underwear, come on."
He replied, "Ah, so you're still hiding your pubic hair?"
I replied, "Not hiding, but concealing, the last concealment."
He replied, "When I go there, don't conceal yourself, I want to find your passage and fuck you."
I felt that texting like this was no longer enough for me, so I replied, "I've taken off my underwear, I'm disarmed and surrender, I can show you the way, come fuck me." I took off my clothes and stretched out my body on the sofa, typing a few "Ah--ah--ah--" and sending it. It wasn't
until we hung up that I realized he was always the one asking me, and I hadn't asked him. This is how my relationship with Xiao Xu has developed behind closed doors over this period of time. It's a bit lewd, but I don't feel ashamed, after all, it's just a private emotional exchange, nothing physical has happened.
---Part 2
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My son told me that he's bringing Xiao Xu home this weekend. Hearing about this while getting a facial made my heart pound. I was a little scared and uneasy. I was scared because texting isn't like meeting in person. If we met, I would feel awkward, and what about him? What if he couldn't control himself and gave himself away? How would I face people after that? What made me uneasy was that my son's friend and I were secretly flirting. It wasn't difficult for me to remain natural in front of them, but I didn't want my husband to be there. I was caught between two men. Xiao Xu was trying to seduce my husband, but he didn't know. How would Xiao Xu view my husband? I thought about it. Xiao Xu was supposed to come to the house, so I made up an excuse to send my husband away. I didn't want these two men to meet.
The day Xiao Xu came, I changed into a fitted shirt that accentuated my figure. I also cut my hair short beforehand. I thought my old updo made me look too formal and stiff, while short hair made me look more energetic.
I met him for the second time. He was as calm and composed as before, and I couldn't see anything unusual in his eyes. We knew each other well, but I was more sensitive, afraid of making a mistake.
“Auntie,” he said to me, “I brought something. Jianwen insisted I bring it, so I did.”
“What is it?” I asked.
My son said, “Cosmetics, what you need. A woman's life revolves around her face.” He turned to Xiao Xu and said, “Give my mom a beauty treatment, make her look prettier.”
I told them, “How old am I? What beauty treatments do I need? Don’t try to curry favor.”
Hearing this, my son became even more enthusiastic, pushing me into the room and making me sit at the dressing table.
He said, “Mom, just enjoy the pleasure of your beauty treatment! I’m going out to run some errands. Come back in a bit and give me a surprise.”
My son leaned on my shoulder: “Mom, after you’re made up, you’ll be a completely transformed beauty.” He even said he wanted to invite him over to learn makeup techniques.
My son left the room and closed the door. It was the first time we were alone together. He looked a little embarrassed, and I felt the same way. This was a stark difference between a real face-to-face meeting and a virtual text message.
Xiao Xu rubbed his hands together, unsure how to proceed with his touch on my face. I said, "Go ahead, treat me like a customer."
He said, "Auntie, you're not your usual customer, it makes me nervous."
I said, "What are you nervous about? Don't be afraid." Actually, he was standing in front of me, looking down at me; it was probably me who was nervous. I had already described my body to him; I felt like I was naked. Why was he nervous? I pulled his hand and said, "Come on."
I sat in front of the vanity mirror, and his hand gently applied face cream to my face. His hand was very gentle; perhaps he didn't know, but I felt it was real skin-to-skin contact. His legs were beside me, radiating youthful energy. I felt every pore on my body open, inhaling his youthful masculine scent. This masculine scent intoxicated and itched my heart. I squinted, savoring the moment. I thought to myself: If we were alone, and he tried to
rape me, I would be too weak to resist. I like this young man so much. But it's not my fault; women have the freedom to pursue their own sexual pleasure.
“Auntie,” he leaned down and said, “your complexion is wonderful, your face is full and wrinkle-free. You only need a light touch of makeup to enhance your features.”
I said, “I’ve never worn makeup before.”
He whispered in my ear, “You’re so beautiful, with such kind eyes. Auntie, I love women like you!”
This “love” wasn’t a text message; he said it to me personally. Enjoying a young man whispering his love in my ear made me feel wonderful.
I quietly said to Xiao Xu, “Don’t tell me you love me. I’m so much older than you, you know?”
He rubbed my cheek and said, “Auntie, there are different kinds of love. You have a motherly face, graceful bearing, and you radiate maternal warmth. You are the image of a mother, so I love you!”
How nicely you put it! I am a woman. Actually, I've thought about it too; flirting with him is ethically immoral. But if you see sex as one plane, and love, marriage, and family as another, they are both singular and independent, without alternation or intersection, then I'm not immoral. Sometimes I'm just a simple woman, pursuing what women should pursue. Sometimes I'm a mother, fulfilling the duties of a mother. I thought: This kid is even more outdated than me, still going in circles in front of me. I touched his hand and asked, "How are you?"
"Huh?" He was taken aback, not understanding. He's usually quite smart, why is he acting so foolish now? Sometimes men are at a loss with women whose feelings they're unsure of. I thought: Should I take the initiative and not waste time? Thinking this, I unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a hint of my breasts. This was different from when I first met him; back then I pulled up my collar, now I unbuttoned.
He realized what I meant, and we smiled at each other in the mirror. He looked at my slightly exposed breasts and playfully said, "Auntie, I can't see the whole picture."
I said, "Don't worry, the outline is pretty good."
He winked at me and said, "Auntie, it's really hard work to put makeup on a woman like you." He cupped my face and stared at me. Was he going to kiss me? I wouldn't refuse; my tongue was ready to meet him.
However, he didn't kiss me. His hands slipped inside my collar and touched my breasts. I took a deep breath, then exhaled.
He said, "Auntie, I'm touching your breasts."
I pulled his head down and whispered in my ear, "The word 'breasts' is too elegant. Auntie doesn't like it. From now on, we should say 'nipple,' 'vagina' should be 'cunt,' and 'penis' should be 'cock.' They're vulgar, obscene, but exciting."
He said, "Okay, I can say those words without a problem. Are you okay with them, Auntie?" He touched my breasts. It had been a long time since a man had touched me like that.
I said to him, "You get used to saying certain words often. Auntie's breasts feel so good when you touch them!"
He said, "Auntie, your nipples are hard." Yes, my nipples were hard; it's a woman's sexual physiological characteristic.
I looked up at him and said, "Xiao Xu, stop touching Auntie's breasts. You still have work to do. Don't forget someone outside will be back soon."
He obeyed, pulled his hand away, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin, and used a paintbrush to draw my lips, but his elbow remained on my breasts.
"I'll draw your lip liner now, a light lip liner, to suit your temperament." He said to me as he drew, "A woman's lip liner shouldn't be too heavy, otherwise men will only see the sexiness of your lips and ignore your beautiful face."
I said, "I don't know anything about makeup. I've given you my face, so do whatever you want!"
He quickly finished drawing my lip liner and stood up: "Auntie, I'll turn on the light for you. See, how is it different from before?"
Xiao Xu smiled and said to me, "Auntie, what do you think? I touched your face and your breasts."
"Hmph, you're really bold." I said, thinking to myself, "How exciting." I reached down to his crotch and grabbed something that was rapidly swelling.
I glanced at him and said, "Your dick's hard. I'm a woman, right?"
He said, "Yes, Auntie, you're a woman. A sexy woman."
I whispered, "? You're the woman you messed around with!" I didn't even think about what he would be like. I couldn't wait to reach into his pants and grab his dick. It was hard and big. I said, "I want this dick."
He put his arm around my waist, his hand on my breast, and said, "Auntie, I want to---fuck you!"
A stream of hot, sticky fluid flowed from my vagina. I grabbed his dick and started stroking it hard. I said, "Hmm, Xiao Xu, you should fuck me, fuck Auntie's cunt."
His hand reached into my pants, but I stopped him and said, "Xiao Xu, maybe next time!" I glanced at the door: "Someone's coming soon."
I pulled my hand out of his pants, helped him fasten his belt, straightened his clothes, and we calmed ourselves down before walking out of the room together. My son came home and was shocked to see me. He hugged me and said, "Mom, you've really changed! You're a beautiful woman now!"
I pushed him away and said, "What? I'm old. I don't even dare to go out
looking like this." My son and Xiao Xu left the house. I looked in the mirror, not paying attention to the changes in my face; they didn't matter to me. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my breasts. My breasts were touched by a man again, and a surge of joy welled up inside me, keeping me restless until the evening.
This meeting with Xiao Xu had aroused our physical attraction, and our relationship had taken a big step forward. We wanted to move forward further and longed to meet again. However, neither of us initiated a meeting.
Every evening, I would spend a long time in my study, a neglected and unused space in my house. The study became my private domain. My reason to them was: I needed it for work, I had to use the computer every night, and no one was allowed to disturb me! What was my purpose? They didn't care at all. Every time I locked the door and took out my phone, my blood started to boil. My text message exchanges with Xiao Xu continued as before, like those between strangers, neither of us revealing anything, the content of our messages always revolving around physical and sexual topics.
During that time, we fully enjoyed virtual sex through text messages. He suggested video sex, but I didn't agree. I replied to him with a text message: "It's better to have sex remotely than to see but not touch."
In the hottest part of summer, my son suggested bringing Xiao Xu home to discuss their business partnership, mainly to ask us for money.
From then on, I started wearing all sorts of short skirts. A woman dresses to please her lover, and I wore short skirts only for him. Short skirts showed off my white thighs, pleasing to a man's eye. And short skirts made it easier for him to have sex with me when we were together—that was my plan. I wore short skirts beforehand so my son and husband would get used to it, so they wouldn't find it strange if I suddenly wore one when he came over.
My son, puzzled, asked me, "Mom, why do you like wearing short skirts now?"
I replied, "I'm not young anymore, if I don't wear them now, when will I have time?"
"Go ahead and wear them, they look great. My mom has a great figure," my son said admiringly.
The day he came, I changed my usual reserved attire, wearing a light blue but opaque tank top and a pink short skirt, both made of soft silk fabric. Underneath the thin fabric, I only wore narrow underwear covering my private parts. When he saw me, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; only I could tell he was shocked. Rounded shoulders, partially exposed breasts, white thighs—I was a fresh, bright, and dazzling woman.
After Xiao Xu sat down, I pulled down my skirt and sat down next to my husband opposite him. My son brought tea, and I sipped my tea while listening to my husband and Xiao Xu talk.
My husband said, "Xiao Xu, we'd like to hear your plans regarding Jianwen." Xiao Xu briefly explained the details of opening a shop together.
Hearing this, my husband glanced at me and replied, "Since we need help, we should find someone from our own home. We feel more at ease having our own people manage our business. We should find someone who understands accounting and finance."
I know what my husband means: he wants to push me into working for Xiao Xu. I've been an accountant for over thirty years, and Xiao Xu knows that. If he really wanted me, he would have said so already. Even if he didn't, he must have his reasons, and I can't force him. Besides, I understand my husband's intentions perfectly well: he wants me to both earn money and get involved in other people's businesses. How can that be allowed? Many family businesses only get more chaotic when family members get involved.
I interrupted their conversation and said to Xiao Xu, "Xiao Xu, your idea is good. If you need help in the future, the two of you running a business together is better than any outsider."
Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, some things haven't been decided yet. We'll prepare again next week when the funds arrive."
"Okay then, let's set it for next Sunday." After finishing these matters, I stood up: "What else do you need to talk about? I still have a lot of work to do." "Hey, Auntie," Xiao Xu looked up and said to me, "I'm unusually relaxed today, so let me help you with the work."
My son chuckled: "You want to help? There's so much work to do! My mom has to wash all the clothes for the whole year, the bathroom is overflowing, it's scary just looking at it. Washing, washing, hanging, it never ends. I'm going to meet my girlfriend, Xiao Xu
, you can see for yourself."
I interrupted my son: "I didn't ask you to do anything, come on Xiao Xu, you can help me with the laundry." My husband didn't say anything and opened his newspaper.
Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, doing housework is actually quite fun." He took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles through his t-shirt. "Auntie, I'll listen to you. You can do it however you want."
"How? And secretly!" I went into the bathroom with him, my heart pounding with excitement. As soon as we entered, we hugged each other. The moment he touched my lips, my tongue slipped into his mouth, and we shared a passionate, wet kiss. I held him tightly around the waist, my lower abdomen pressed against his. He lifted my skirt, touching my smooth back and buttocks.
We couldn't kiss for long. I withdrew my tongue, but I still held his waist, letting him see my crotch pressing against him. I said to him, "Auntie's pussy is getting wet from pressing against you."
He touched my thigh and whispered, "Auntie, from what Uncle was saying earlier, he wanted you to come to my place, right? You can come, even if it's just temporarily, we can see each other often."
I replied, "Young people don't understand, do they? When love and money are mixed together, things get messy. I won't get involved in your cunt stuff." "Cuckoo"—a vulgar word, but every woman talks about it behind her back, and he and I could say it too.
"Auntie, you're so understanding, but I miss your cunt stuff!" His hand reached to the base of my thigh, and I spread my legs so he could touch my pussy.
I asked, "It's wet, you miss it, don't you? This is what you want most, isn't it?"
He nodded, "Yes, I miss it! Is it okay today?" After he finished speaking, he looked outside the door.
I said firmly, "Yes, today! Auntie let you touch me, see me, and even fuck my cunt! Cooperate well."
I glanced back at the door and shouted, "Take out what's behind the door!" Then I closed the door and leaned against it. I watched him pull down my panties, insert his fingers into my vagina, and grope my breasts and body with his other hand.
"Such smooth flesh,"
he said, trying to pull off my clothes. I stopped him, saying, "No, except for my panties, I'm like a naked woman." I kicked the clothes at my feet and said, "I prepared all this; we have time." There
were people outside, so we quickly started the washing machine. I opened the door; there was nothing unusual outside. I reached in and pulled out his penis, hard and large, the round, red glans so cute. I bent down and quickly took it into my mouth. He shuddered and thrust his entire penis into my mouth. I like giving men oral sex; this kind of misplaced intercourse allows me to appreciate the man's expression of pleasure. But today, I didn't dare to fully indulge in stroking his penis with my mouth; I could only touch it a little. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties to reveal my dark pubic hair: "Satisfied?" I asked.
After all, we were having an affair secretly, so we could only make small movements on each other's bodies, which wasn't very exciting but still had its own kind of fun. The clothes were almost finished washing, and the constant little movements had accomplished something big; he had touched almost every part of my body. Men always love touching women's bodies. And I especially loved his penis. This big penis! I lifted my buttocks, pulled down my panties, and turned around, saying, "Come on, that's enough, Auntie will let you fuck me, hurry up."
I had to hurry; if we were exposed, it would be a big problem. My vagina was open and dripping wet, and his penis went in.
"Ah—" I let out a soft cry, leaning over the washing machine and whispering, "Fuck me, I feel so good!"
At that moment, I thought, what does a woman's vagina matter? It should be open to the man she likes. His insertion and withdrawal made my heart soar, excited, but I dared not make a sound, enduring until he ejaculated inside me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the last thing I imagined I'd do today—to let him fuck me. Sexual intercourse—what could be better than that? Although I couldn't fully savor the pleasure of sex with him, our genitals were, after all, joined together.
After washing the clothes, I realized that teamwork makes the work easier.
As Xiao Xu was leaving, he said to me, "Auntie, call me if you need any help." He handed me a slip of paper; I glanced at it—it had a big cock drawn on it. I casually tucked the paper into my palm and said, "Sure, Xiao Xu, it's rare to find someone so filial."
---Next Chapter---
Autumn has arrived. My husband goes back to his hometown every autumn. This year, I didn't go with him; instead, my son went with him.
They left on Friday afternoon, leaving me alone. I thought: I can walk around the house naked, text him freely, and if he wants, I can have a nude chat with him, except for my own dignity. A woman's body needs a man's appreciation, and I want to appreciate him too. Tonight is a good opportunity. Thinking about this made me feel a sweet warmth in my heart.
I sent him a text message: "I'm home alone. You can text me. If you have any requests, I can satisfy you and make you happy."
He replied quickly: "I'm imagining making love with you. Hard! But I'll be busy all weekend and won't be able to chat with you. Sorry!"
When I saw that he couldn't chat with me, my heart sank. I thought: What a fucking bastard!
Putting down my phone, I felt a pang of pain. This had never happened before. When had he never been more enthusiastic than me in conversation? Today, I was full of passion to offer myself to him. How could he be too busy? No, I realized. There must be a shameless woman by his side, and right now, he might be lying on that woman's chest replying to my text message. And that woman might be using her breasts to hold his phone and mocking me: "Look at that silly woman, she's not young anymore, and she's still using her phone like a dick."
I didn't dare to think any further, and waves of regret washed over me. I'm an experienced woman. How could my experience be so easily shattered by a boy? I yearn so much for romance with a man. My body desperately needs male penetration to relieve my sexual desire; otherwise, I'll continue living a sexless life, which is unfair to women! A woman's precious years are precious, and I don't want to waste them. But with him, I'm heartbroken. Women aren't playthings to control a man's life; this is a collision of hearts.
I couldn't stand men treating me like a plaything, mocking me while they were with other women. I thought: I shouldn't see him anymore, and I absolutely can't let him have me. I angrily smashed two glasses, my heart breaking, and collapsed onto the sofa.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Annoyed beyond measure, who could it be? I pressed the answer button and shouted, "Who is it?"
Xiao Xu's voice came through the receiver: "Auntie, it's me. Can I come up?"
"Get lost,"
I started to laugh through my tears before I could even finish the sentence. This guy was teasing me. It was him! My heart leaped with joy, my sorrow turning to happiness. I had misunderstood him; he had given me a complete upheaval. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorbell, but I held it back. I was the only woman in the house. Letting him in—a lone man and woman having a tryst at home—I had never considered it before; I was still afraid.
Then he said, "Auntie, I know you're home alone. You called me earlier, so I wanted to come and keep you company."
I changed into long pants and a shirt, and tied a sturdy belt. As I fixed my hair in front of the mirror, I thought: This looks good; I'm a dignified woman, unlike last time when I wore a short tank top and looked so frivolous.
After finishing my grooming, I pressed the door open button and hurriedly cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, not wanting him to see my disheveled state. The elevator went upstairs, and I checked through the peephole to see that he was the only one in the hallway before opening the door. I couldn't let the neighbors see him enter my apartment.
He stepped in, his eyes filled with affection, and said to me, "Auntie, you're so beautiful, always like this."
I smiled and said, "An old woman like me, how can I be beautiful? Would you like something to drink?"
He said, "Auntie, look, I brought some."
He took out a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back.
He said, “Auntie, this rose is a tribute to you. This red wine is authentic French, symbolizing the romance between you and me. Auntie, look, there’s a special inscription on this bottle, which I had specially engraved. Although the characters are small, they are a testament to my love for you. I will keep this bottle forever.”
I looked at him, thinking how thoughtful he was. I leaned closer, and he laid the bottle flat, tracing a line on it with his finger. Indeed, there was a line of clearly engraved small characters: “This is the color of loving you. Open it, my heart will never fade!”
After reading the inscription, I was drawn to him and unconsciously moved closer to him; a woman’s reserve is fragile. I looked up at him, and he ran his finger across my nose, saying, “Auntie, may I open this bottle?”
I nodded, “Sure, we’re not in a rush today, let’s savor it slowly.”
Hearing him say that, I laughed, “You, aren’t you tired of all this scheming? I hope you can handle the relationship between us well.” We both knew what was going on.
He suddenly knelt down in front of me and said, "Auntie, my love for you must be hidden below!" He knelt between my legs, sticking out his red tongue and making a sweet gesture between my thighs. This was not something I could do to her, but I was delighted.
"Open this bottle," I said.
I could see he was very happy. He hugged me briefly, then released me, excitedly saying, "I'm so happy, Auntie, I'm opening the wine!"
He carefully opened the bottle, and I took two wine glasses, watching him slowly pour the bright red wine into them. His careful movements gave me a feeling of reliving the romance of first love.
We sat down at the table, picked up our glasses, and I looked at the bright red wine, and at his expectant eyes as I drank. I took a small sip; it tasted good, just my taste. I said, "It's sweet; I like sweet wine."
He also took a sip and looked at me, saying, "Auntie, I asked her, and she said you like sweet wine. Women like that are serene and peaceful.
" I listened to his words and asked in return, "Do you think Auntie is like that? Serene and peaceful?" I stared into his eyes. A calm smile shone in them. It was a smile I'd never seen before, the kind that could touch a woman's heart. He looked at me with deep affection, reaching his hand across the table, and I reached out to take his.
He poured me half a glass of red wine; I licked the rim and took a small sip. He said, "Auntie, we should be as colorful as this red wine, and vibrant." Hearing this, I said, "Child, we're already quite colorful, aren't we? Come on, let's go to the window." We sat by the French windows, looking at the myriad lights outside. He said, "Auntie, look at these lights, aren't they so warm and inviting?" "Yes," I said, getting up and standing by the window. Looking out from the high-rise, the lights below seemed like a paradise on earth.
He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Auntie, sometimes I find myself staring blankly at the lights in people's windows. Think about it, behind every lit window is warmth, a mother, a woman." "As he spoke, his hand touched my buttocks. I turned my head and said to him, 'It's not all cozy, is it? Behind every window, there are secrets that can't be shown to others.' I stared at him: 'Isn't that how it is for us?' He said: 'Then enjoy ourselves, my woman.' He started unbuttoning my clothes, and I calmly cooperated. He took off my top and threw away my bra. I was bare-chested and arms exposed, and he cupped my breasts and gently sucked on my nipples. The pleasure spread from my nipples throughout my body.
My body went limp, and I watched him undo the belt I had just tied and pull down the trousers I had just put on. I didn't resist at all. The trousers were pulled down past my buttocks, revealing my only pair of narrow underwear. I twisted my waist, and the trousers fell to my heels. I helped him lift my legs and let him take off the trousers and throw them aside. Well, he had stripped me down to just a piece of clothing to cover my shame. I asked him: 'Do you want me to take more off? Leave me with the last bit of dignity.'" He said, "Auntie, you were a dignified woman when you first came in, but now you're more like the woman I want. I'm going to strip you of your dignity." I said, "You're so naughty." He finally took off my underwear, and I was completely naked. This was the first time I had been completely exposed to him. As a middle-aged woman who had been through it all, I felt no shame. I just pointed to the window and asked, "Should we close the curtains?" He said, "No, it's more beautiful this way. Living so high up, no one can see us."
Yes, more beautiful! I remembered the first time I took the initiative to text him, wasn't I standing naked in front of this window? Now he was right next to me.
I stood naked in front of him, letting him admire my body. In my heart, I felt gratified that such a man could appreciate and enjoy me.
He played with my body, admiring me from front to back. He said to me, "Auntie, you're so beautiful. Your skin is so smooth and delicate, your body is so curvaceous and shapely. Your round breasts, your dark pubic hair—every part of you is breathtaking." "Listening to his words of praise, I felt proud of my figure. I said, 'You finally see my full form, you've got me, you've achieved your goal, haven't you?' He said, 'Yes, Auntie,' and continued, touching my buttocks, 'If you hadn't teased me with your buttocks back then, I really wouldn't have imagined this day would come.' I said, 'What? You're turning the tables and accusing me of teasing you first!' He said, 'No, it was when you were doing laundry that you touched me several times with your buttocks. I thought you were teasing me then, which is why I dared to do it later.' 'Ah,' I said, 'What's that? I thought you touched me on purpose back then. I didn't mean to. It seems it was just a misunderstanding that brought us together. Never mind all that, hey, how many women like me have you undressed?'
He answered, 'No, only you.' He hugged me like a naked little wife, his hands roaming all over my body.
'Only me?' I looked up at him and said."
He kissed my lips and said, "Baby, is this the kind of woman you are?" I wanted to speak, but he picked me up and placed me on the table.
He spread my legs: "Baby, this is my woman's pussy." He stuck out his tongue and licked my vulva, looking up and saying, "Baby, this is your most beautiful place, my little darling."
I felt that a woman being kissed on the vulva by a man was more arousing than penile penetration. The kiss, lips touching labia, made me feel his respect for me. It wasn't a lewd physical act; the stimulation from oral sex was even greater than intercourse. I couldn't help but scream, "Ah—ah—," my body trembling uncontrollably. We could enjoy our space freely. For so many
years the emptiness in my lower body was filled by him today, and I was grateful to him.
I couldn't help but say, "I love you, baby!"
He lifted himself from between my legs, sticking out his tongue one last time, seemingly unsatisfied. I lay down on the table, and he kneaded my breasts with both hands. I said to him, "Look how embarrassed Auntie is!"
He said, "You're so beautiful, you're so womanly." He's very good with words.
I pulled him close and reached for his penis. "Take it off, do you need Auntie to do it?"
He quickly stripped off his clothes, and I couldn't help but admire this strong, naked man—my ideal type. I got up and used my naked body to caress the naked Xiao Xu, my hands unable to get enough of his body, his firm flesh, his hard penis. I said, "Auntie really likes you, baby." From then on, I started calling Xiao Xu "baby."
But Xiao Xu didn't treat himself as "baby"; instead, he slapped my buttocks and shooed me towards the window, saying, "Making love with Auntie by the window is the most romantic."
I grabbed his penis and said, "Kid, Auntie's going to pull your penis." The glass window reflected a naked man and woman: I, a middle-aged woman with short hair, long legs, round breasts, a plump belly, fair skin, and black pubic hair; he, young and strong, broad-chested, flat-bellied, with a large, erect penis protruding from his pubic hair. The contrast between the naked man and woman was striking. I imagined that although he was taller than me, he was younger. The only difference between them was the physical characteristics of a young man and woman. But compared to him, it was like the physical contrast between a mature middle-aged woman and a young man. I looked at his erect penis between his legs, which was extremely stimulating for a middle-aged woman. Men of all sizes have penises, and his penetration could satisfy a woman's desires.
The thing women love to touch most is a man's penis, and I loved his too. I licked his entire chest and couldn't bear to leave it. I knelt down and said to him, "You love Auntie, and Auntie loves this penis the most."
I stroked his genitals and licked his penis. He opened his mouth and grinned in pleasure. This was the kind of man a woman wanted to see. I played with him with my mouth. I took his penis into my mouth, and he held my head down, using my mouth as his genitals, inserting and withdrawing his penis, saying to me, "Women are so fun, Auntie, you're a treasure from head to toe."
He made me kneel on the ground. Although I was his elder, at this moment I could only be a woman who pleased a man. If he were to ejaculate on my face, I would open my mouth to receive it. He played with my face and mouth until he was done, then gathered my hair and said, "Auntie, you're such a good woman."
I said, "Child, I am a good woman." I touched his scrotum: "You're full of sperm, fuck me."
He pulled my hair and said smugly, "Yeah, I'll shoot inside you."
I said, "Just don't get me pregnant!"
I pressed my breasts against his legs, letting his leg hair rub against my breasts. I took his penis in my mouth, thinking: How wonderful it is to be with a man. He picked me up and kissed me passionately, our tongues entwined, our bodies rubbing against each other. All I wanted was a man.
I lay down on the ground, lifted my legs, and spread my vagina wide open. He leaned down and thrust his penis into me, fucking me with unbridled pleasure. I felt his penis thrusting in and out, each time throbbing my heart. How wonderful! A woman should be fucked by the man she loves.
"Aww—aww—aww—aww—" I screamed loudly as he fucked me, my white flesh rolling on the ground. "Aww---aww--fuck me--baby--fuck me--ah--ah--ah--I'm your woman--aww—aww—ah—fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—how wonderful—baby—" He wrapped his arms
around my waist, and I knew he wanted to fuck me from behind. I cooperated by climbing onto the windowsill and sticking my ass out. Outside the window in the dead of night, many lights were off, and all was quiet.
He lay on top of me, kneading my breasts. I said, "It's late, everyone's asleep, but you're still doing your thing!"
He said, "Baby, you're stimulating me so much here." He spread my buttocks and licked my anus. I grabbed his penis and aimed it at my vagina, saying, "Maybe it's not just us, there are probably middle-aged beauties and strong men in every household."
Looking out the window, I said to him from behind, "Again, fuck me—Auntie's never had enough..."
My breasts swayed back and forth like bells from his thrusts. I liked the feeling of my breasts swaying; men also like to see women being fucked like that, it gives them a sense of accomplishment. A woman's satisfaction comes from having her body appreciated unconditionally by the man she loves.
My sex with Xiao Xu brought me to a state of ecstasy. In the living room, I lost count of how many orgasms I had, collapsing from exhaustion. Even after we finished fucking, showered, and got into my husband's bed, he still fucked me one more time. I was completely ravaged, played with every inch of him, and the bed was a mess. The unparalleled pleasure of our world together made me fall asleep, still clutching Xiao Xu's penis.
The next day was Saturday. When I woke up, I turned over and went to hug Xiao Xu beside me. He leaned against the headboard, and seeing I was awake, he jumped out of bed naked and said, "Auntie, go wash up first, I've already prepared breakfast."
This was the first time my husband and I had shared this bed with a different man, and I felt a mix of emotions, indescribable yet joyful. I touched Xiao Xu's penis and said, "Baby, this penis should behave today, right? Auntie was exhausted last night."
He said, "Auntie, I don't want you to be tired, get up."
I nodded in response: "Then Auntie will go brush her teeth, wash her face, and comb her hair. Let's see what you can cook."
As I got up to find clothes, Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, let's have a naked day today."
"A naked day?" The idea was quite appealing. I had done it with my husband when I was younger, but now it seemed like a very distant memory.
“But,” I thought for a moment and said, “no, it’s not like it’s hygienic for a woman
to have her vagina exposed, unlike a man’s. At least wear some underwear.” Xiao Xu said, “Auntie, I’ve prepared something for you.” He took out a carefully wrapped paper package, unfolded it, and said to me, “Auntie, wear this. It will cover your genitals. Change it when it gets wet.” He plucked a handful of my pubic hair.
I saw it was all thongs. I laughed and said, “Baby, how am I supposed to wear this? My butt is completely exposed.”
Xiao Xu patted my butt and replied, “Auntie, big butt, thongs, wear it, let me see.” I complied, put on the thongs, and stood in front of the mirror. He manipulated me, turning me around, and said, “Auntie, you’re so beautiful.”
I said, “Actually, it’s practically the same as being completely naked. It doesn’t even cover any hair.”
Washing up, combing my hair, sitting on the chair with my bare buttocks felt very uncomfortable. Xiao Xu reached out to me, “Come here, Auntie, let me hug you.”
I said, “Doesn’t it feel especially good to hug an older woman?”
He held me on his lap like a little woman, and we whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears. He touched my smooth body, and I held his penis, a woman's favorite thing. Women are like water, and men are like straw.
He admired my beauty, and I craved his strong, firm member. I remembered a phrase boys often say: "I love you!"
I asked Xiao Xu, "If I were you, would you dare do this?"
He said, "You are me, and I've already done it with you! Right, baby?"
"Okay, be bold and let me breastfeed you." I put my nipple in his mouth and said!
He held my breast and obediently called me "..." He suckled on my nipple, and the pleasure it brought made my breathing longer. This man had become docile.
I sandwiched his penis between my bare legs, stroked his head, and gently murmured, "Breastfeed, baby." "Eat well, eat your fill, grow up, have more energy now, you're amazing, you're such a treasure, a beautiful treasure, right? --"
"Ah—ah—ah---Aww—" I stroked Xiao Xu's penis against my vagina, inhaling and moaning.
I thought, "This big penis is so beautiful—it should fuck a woman like me. Come in and fuck me, fuck a good woman like me, it's not my fault that I think this way." "
I straddled Xiao Xu's lap, his thick cock inserted to the tip of my cunt, filling my entire female lower body. 'Aww—aww—' I wanted to make the most of my sex life as a woman.
My buttocks writhed like a millstone, it was so wonderful. Woman on top is a position a woman should choose during sex, where the woman can use her cunt to hold the man's cock, finding every point of pleasure that suits her.
That day, I changed several thongs, only to have them ripped off by him. We made love all day, and my empty cunt wanted him to fill it. Our sex wasn't about frantic intercourse and ejaculation, but about playing different positions and movements of male and female sex in different corners of the house, even on my bed. This not only prolonged the time but also didn't harm the body. More importantly, it allowed both partners to understand each other's bodies better, leading to a deeper connection between body and mind.
On Sunday, Xiao Xu patted my buttocks, 'Baby, the sun is shining on your buttocks, time to wake up.'" "Xiao Xu stood by the bed watching me.
Actually, I had woken up a while ago, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare bottom. I thought I should let the sun shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight."

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