He got involved with the neighbor's wife

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I was sick and didn't go to work today, and who knew! I discovered that a beautiful lady lives next door.

I had just gone out to see the doctor, and on my way home, I saw a rather sexy lady in front of the elevator. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a two or three-year-old child. She was quite pretty, wearing a tank top with a suspender and a jacket, and had a fantastic figure.

I think she had a 34C bust, but her waist was very slender, and her chest skin was snow-white. I could even see her cleavage through the tank top.

Her son was very mischievous, always running and jumping around, and the lady had to follow him and watch over him. When I saw the lady running after her son, her breasts bounced with them, and my heart danced along with them. I felt a surge of heat in my lower body. I stared intently, hoping to see if she would reveal anything, but I dared not look too obviously. Unfortunately, I still couldn't see anything.

Only when we entered the elevator did I realize she lived on the same floor as me. Why had I never seen her before?

She stood in front of me, bending down to wipe her son's face. Ah! I saw half of her breast almost pop out, and the cleavage was clearly visible. Her breasts were plump and full, and I could vaguely see she was wearing a black bra. At that moment, I almost couldn't resist reaching out my hand.

I noticed her breasts were not only large, but also looked smooth and elastic, so I kept looking until the elevator doors opened. Of course, I waited for them to get off the elevator first so I could see which unit she lived in. I later discovered she lived right next to me, so we stood together and opened our doors separately.

This time, she bent down again to put down the vegetables she had bought. Of course, I wouldn't miss the chance to admire them. Seeing them up close this time, they looked even better, more three-dimensional—truly indescribable.

Later, when she opened her door, I casually asked her husband's surname and why I'd never seen her around before. It turned out she had only applied to come to Hong Kong two or three months ago, and her husband was a driver between mainland China and Hong Kong. No wonder Hong Kong men are so fond of keeping mistresses on the mainland these days; it's because mainland women are so beautiful.

Later, when I got home, I was still replaying the scene in my mind and couldn't help but masturbate several times.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and I had to open the door. It was the same lady from before. This time, she wasn't wearing an overcoat, just that tank top with a suspender. Ah! Her figure was absolutely stunning—perfectly proportioned, with ample breasts and a slender waist. I really wanted to drag her into my house and rape her.

Apparently, she had come to see me because her TV reception was bad, and she wanted to know if anything was wrong with my house, maybe the rooftop antenna was faulty. After checking, I told her everything was fine, and even took the opportunity to ask if she wanted me to take a look. She said it was okay, so I hurriedly followed her inside.

When we got to her house, I found the child was already asleep, and there was no one else home. So I helped her check what was wrong with her TV.

I glanced at the TV and asked her to help me move it to check if the antenna was loose. While moving it, my arm accidentally brushed against her chest; it was incredibly bouncy. Perhaps because we were moving the TV, she didn't notice. So I deliberately bumped into it a few more times, but she still didn't react. By then, I was already erect. As I became increasingly aroused, I realized that her bra under her tank top had already been removed. No wonder it was so soft and elastic; a few times I felt like I touched her nipples.

Her nipples seemed to be erect. I wondered if she noticed? Her expression was slightly different, but it didn't seem like anger; she was just starting to blush.

Of course, I pretended to be serious and helped her check what was wrong with the TV. It turned out the antenna was loose; just plugging it in tighter would solve the problem. I even said to her with a double meaning, "You have to plug things in tighter. If it still doesn't work, you'll have to try a few more times."

Who knew she understood my dirty joke and laughed out loud.

Later, when it was time to move the TV back to its original position, I offered to help her. I stood behind her and carried the TV back as if I were hugging her. At that moment, I took the opportunity to intentionally or unintentionally bump into her with my lower body. Through her thin shorts, I could feel how bouncy her buttocks were. Seeing that she didn't avoid it, I naturally pressed my advantage and continued to touch her with my lower body, slowly penetrating deeper.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her face flushed, and she lowered her head as if afraid to make a sound. I seized the opportunity to gently stimulate her with the rotation of my lower body, and even breathed on her back, making her neck itch. I wondered if she was starting to feel sexually aroused?

Not only did she not stop me, but she also twisted her slender waist, responding to my caresses of her lower body. I was overjoyed, thinking I had succeeded this time, and used all my skills to slowly tease her with my lower body while moving the TV. I almost couldn't help but ejaculate at that moment, it was so exciting!

After moving the TV, when I withdrew my hand from the TV, I took the opportunity to place my hand on her breast. She only made a "Mmm~" sound, but did not resist or move away.

Since that's the case, of course I wouldn't let go. So I kept caressing and kneading her breasts. They were so soft and elastic, so wonderful!

I could feel her nipples standing erect even through her clothes. She leaned into my arms, seemingly unable to resist the stimulation of desire. My other hand immediately seized the opportunity to move towards her lower body. I touched inside her shorts and found that her genitals were already wet; she was already aroused.

So I started groping her, even reaching inside her clothes to directly caress her delicate genitals. Her breasts were smooth and had a superb texture. I thought to myself: Can't I finally enjoy the taste of a respectable young woman this time?

But then the phone rang. At first, even she didn't want to answer the phone, preferring to continue being caressed by me. But then, perhaps afraid the phone ringing would wake her son, she immediately ran to answer it. As

soon as she ran away, my hand, which had been caressing her lower body, left her, covered in her juices, dripping wet.

I anxiously waited for her to finish the call so we could continue our affair, but after she hung up, she told me her grandmother was coming up and I had to leave. I had no choice but to leave. As I was leaving, I asked her, "Can we...?"

She said, "We'll talk about it later."

Before leaving, I reluctantly touched her breasts and buttocks one last time. She blushed and laughed, calling me a bad boy, but then kissed me.

Back home, I had to masturbate several times to calm my burning desire. I wonder if she and I still have a chance?

After I went home that day, I kept thinking about the beautiful scene that day. Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking that I could do whatever I wanted with her next time I met her.

But I didn't know that I couldn't see her again for a whole week since last time. Sometimes I go back to work and always peek at her house to see if anyone is there when I go out. But her home seems to be unoccupied, with no lights and no sound. I hope to meet her again every day, but I don’t have the courage to knock on her door. I’m afraid what if it’s her husband who answers the door? Did I say I was looking for his wife to have sex?

Everyone doesn't know the miserable situation I've been in these past few days. Every day, I go out with high hopes, but go home disappointed. The worst part is that I almost slept with her last time. What you can't have is always the best, especially after fondling her soft breasts and touching her private parts—it's truly unforgettable.

These past few days, I haven't even felt like looking at girls on the street. Sometimes, even seeing a girl wearing a blouse reminds me of her. Sigh!

But finally, my efforts paid off. This morning, on my way home from work, I finally ran into her at the elevator. I was incredibly nervous at that moment, only able to greet her and tell her it felt like I hadn't seen her in a long time. After that, we went to the back stairwell to talk (it wouldn't be good if other residents saw us).

It turns out she went to stay at her grandmother's house this week, and to help her son get into a better kindergarten next year, she'll be staying at her grandmother's for the entire summer.

Hearing this news, I thought, "Does this mean we have no chance anymore?" My mood immediately plummeted. I casually asked her, "Is there still a problem with the TV?" She said no.

I then asked her if she had any problems herself. She said no. Then, I told her that I really didn't mean it that time; she was just too attractive, which is why I had such inappropriate thoughts.

Perhaps women all like to be praised. She seemed very happy and asked me why I found her attractive. I said that it's rare for a married woman with children to have such a fit and youthful figure as her; she doesn't look like she's ever had children at all.

Afterward, I leaned down and whispered in her ear that her skin was white, smooth, and very elastic, especially her breasts, which were incredibly alluring, much better than my previous girlfriends.

When she heard me compliment her on my figure, she lightly slapped me and jokingly called me a lecher. I immediately replied, "Yes, I am, and this lecher wants to be lecherous one more time! I've been thinking about her so much this week."

Seeing my earnest look, she asked if I was serious. I immediately swore it was absolutely true. She said I was too smooth-talking and she couldn't tell which part was true. I then seized the opportunity and said that if she didn't believe me, she could take me to her house, and I could prove it to her right away.

Unfortunately, she said no, because she had only come back today to help her son pack some clothes to take to her grandmother's house and had to hurry back. Not wanting to miss this great opportunity, I pressed her for when I could see her again. She said she would go home tomorrow to do some housework and would contact me then, so she exchanged cell phone numbers with me. However, she repeatedly told me not to call that number, as she was afraid her grandmother would find out.

I asked her, "Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?"

She said her husband was in mainland China and wouldn't be returning to Hong Kong for a long time. I joked that I could temporarily take over her husband's duties! She said we could talk about it tomorrow, as she was in a real hurry and had to leave. I then asked her if I could touch her breasts before I left.

I really wanted to kiss her, but she initially said no, not wanting anyone to see. I reassured her that it was alright, it would be quick, and since it was the back staircase, no one would see. After my persistent pleading, she finally agreed.

I immediately reached inside her clothes and caressed her long-awaited breasts, even lifting her clothes and bra. This time, I could finally see her breasts directly—they were so beautiful! Her breasts were round and full, though the nipples were a darker color.

I kept kneading her breasts, kissing her, and even bending down to gently bite her nipples. She started to respond, moaning softly.

My other hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her and trying to pull down her panties, but she immediately pulled away, saying, "No, let's do it tomorrow! It's really not good if people see."

Not wanting to end things on bad terms, I told her I respected her decision, and that it was fine if she couldn't.

Afterwards, she straightened her clothes, which I had messed up, said goodbye, and told me to call her tomorrow. I then walked her to the elevator and went home.

After spending some time with her, I went home and masturbated again.

This week, I've masturbated countless times for her. However, I plan to take the day off tomorrow and wait for her call at home.

The next day, I got up early, took a shower, and waited for her call, but she didn't contact me all morning. I was too afraid to call her, and I became restless, worried that she was lying to me.

I kept waiting, sometimes even peeking at her door to see if she had gone home. Finally, at 3 pm, I received her call. She said she was home and asked me to come over. I rushed to her house and knocked on her door.

When she opened the door, she just stuck her head out, indicating that I should open the door myself.

I thought she was afraid of being seen by others, so I quickly ran inside. Once I was inside, I realized why she was being so secretive—it was because she was wearing a very sexy nightgown. She wore a silk off-white halter-neck vest, which accentuated her impressive breasts, making them appear even larger. The vest barely covered them; I could see about a third of her breasts, especially the sides, which were practically completely exposed, their rounded curves clearly visible.

Even more fascinating was that she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent nightgown. Perhaps because the nightgown was loose, her breasts bounced rhythmically as she moved, which was truly captivating. Moreover, her breasts appeared remarkably firm, showing no signs of sagging; no wonder I enjoyed touching them so much last time.

This sensual scene aroused me, and I felt my lips dry and my mouth parched, involuntarily swallowing repeatedly.

She was wearing a pair of off-white silk shorts, the kind that barely covered her buttocks, which accentuated her snow-white legs. Wow! So beautiful!

I noticed that she didn't seem to be wearing underwear, because I could vaguely see some dark shadows on her lower body. Dressed so provocatively, no wonder she only stuck her head out the door earlier. What would happen if the neighbors saw her dressed like that?

After I went in, she said she still had some things to tidy up and told me not to be shy and to sit wherever I wanted. So

I sat on the sofa and watched her tidy up the house. I saw her walking back and forth, her breasts and buttocks swaying. Sometimes when she bent over, it looked like her breasts were about to fall out. Sometimes the straps of her vest would fall down, and she wouldn't fix them immediately, sometimes revealing a little bit of her nipples, which was very tempting.

My lower body grew increasingly hard, and the tip of my penis even started to get a little wet. I really wanted to just force myself on her right there in the living room, but I didn't know how to bring it up.

Just then, she stood on a chair, intending to wipe the top of a cabinet. I immediately got up, went over, and offered to steady

the chair for her. I took the opportunity to rub my face against her buttocks; they were so bouncy, and her silk shorts were incredibly smooth. Then I knelt down to steady the chair for her. Looking up from below, through the hem of her shirt, I could see the lower half of her breasts. As she wiped the cabinet, her breasts swayed rhythmically—it was quite a sight.

Then I peeked at her shorts and realized she really wasn't wearing underwear. I could clearly see her pubic hair, so dark and thick, and her lower abdomen was a little swollen—she must have given birth before. Last time I could only touch it, but this time I could see it all; she was really hot!

Later, she noticed me peeking at her and jokingly called me a pervert, saying I was just making excuses to peek.

I stuck out my tongue and laughed, saying, "It's because you're so sexy. It would be stupid not to look at such a beauty!"

I actually wanted to get intimate with her right now! Because she had already aroused me, and my lower body was hot and hard.

She then got off the chair and touched my lower body. I put my arm around her waist and tried to kiss her, but she said, "Your penis is really hard." She also called me a bad boy and told me to take a shower first.

I wanted to tell her that I had showered thoroughly at home early that morning to wait for her. But since she had already said that, I had no choice but to obey and obediently went to take a shower.

While I was taking off my clothes in the bathroom, I was still thinking about how to get her to come in and have some "lovebirds" fun. Finally, I had an idea. I told her in the bathroom that her electric water heater seemed to be malfunctioning and there was no hot water. She asked if it was broken.

When she heard me say that, she came in to check. When she opened the door, she saw that I was completely naked and my lower body was already erect. She was stunned by the sight. I seized the opportunity to grab her hand, pulled her into the bathroom, and held her tightly, saying, "How about we shower together?"

She softly agreed, and I began kissing her cherry-like lips, my hands starting to wander, caressing every part of her body. Sometimes I reached into her pajamas to fondle her breasts, sometimes I slipped into her pajama bottoms to rub her private parts, and while constantly arousing her desire, I skillfully helped her remove all her clothes.

This was the first time I'd seen her completely naked in front of me, and she was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were large and full, rounded like skin, with darker nipples, probably because she'd given birth. Yet her waist was slender, I'd guess around 24 inches, without any excess fat.

Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, like a dark forest. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her buttocks were round and large, very fleshy and elastic. Best of all, her entire body was soft and smooth, like touching silk—so comfortable, an indescribable feeling, a sensation you have to actually touch to understand.

At first, she was a little awkward, her body stiff, just standing there letting me caress, rub, and kiss her, but later, as I kept teasing her, I began to ignite her desire. She knew how to hold me tight and respond passionately to my kisses. Of course, I wouldn't let her go, and we shared a wet kiss, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. At that moment, my lower body reacted intensely, harder than ever before, so hard it hurt a little.

I played with her breasts with one hand and stroked her back with the other. She seemed to be getting more and more excited. Besides holding me tighter, she also lightly grabbed my genitals with one hand. This gesture sent a jolt through me, and my body trembled involuntarily.

She kept stroking my penis with her hand. I was so excited that I cried out. I was really afraid I would ejaculate right then and there, but thankfully I managed to hold back.

Then, she knelt down and put my penis in her mouth, licking it. I never dreamed that on our first time together, she would agree to give me oral sex. I immediately positioned myself so she could serve me.

I don't know if she often gave oral sex to her husband or many other people, but her technique was truly top-notch. Besides sucking my penis, she constantly stimulated my scrotum with her hand, and sometimes licked my genitals with her tongue.

I had never experienced anything like this before. Even when my ex-girlfriends were willing to give me oral sex, they just kept moving up and down, without any of this much skill.

When I was very excited by her, I pulled her up, pressed her back against the wall, and then lifted one of her legs, inserting my penis into her vagina from below. Her vagina wasn't particularly tight, but it was very wet. I thrust in deeply in one go, and she let out a soft "Ah!"

I continued to thrust forcefully, trying to push my penis as deep as possible into her body, and she responded by moving up and down in rhythm with my movements. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, telling me she was enjoying herself and becoming excited.

When I was almost fully inside her, I lifted her other leg, and she naturally wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck, her whole body supported by my penis.

I then held her back, and with my other hand, I touched her breast. Then, I continued to thrust my penis into her, and with each thrust, she cried out "Ah!"

Later, her legs clamped tighter and tighter, and I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the speed and force. Her cries, which started as intermittent screams, became continuous.

Sometimes, she would kiss my lips forcefully, and I would thrust deeper and faster, my hands starting to vigorously rub her breasts and stimulate her nipples. After that, I could only hear her screams getting louder and her breathing getting heavier. I didn't care about anything else and kept thrusting until I climaxed and ejaculated into her vagina.

We slowly lay down on the ground. She seemed to have completely collapsed, unable to move; so did I, my legs feeling a little weak. Because of standing intercourse and having to lift each other up, this position was too strenuous. Perhaps because I was so excited at the time, I didn't feel tired.

Afterwards, we showered together and lathered each other with soap, allowing me to slowly admire her body. Of course, I gently caressed and kissed her; I never imagined I could have sex with such a beautiful woman.

After showering, we sat in the living room and talked. Later, I learned that her husband, besides his wife from mainland China, also had a mistress. Since she applied to come to Hong Kong three months prior, her husband had been away from home frequently, sometimes not returning for entire months. Her sister had seen her husband having dinner with a girl in mainland China and told her, which is how she found out.

The girl seemed to be only in her late teens or early twenties. I comforted her, saying that her husband was really wrong to have such a beautiful wife and still seek a second one; I wouldn't do that if it were me. I also told her that if she had any worries in the future, she could confide in me. I joked that it would be even better if she wanted to have sex with me.

She laughed and said that I only wanted to have sex, and that confiding in me was a lie. I said directly, "Yes! I really enjoy having sex with her, but if you have any worries, you can definitely come to me."

I kissed her deeply, and she seemed very happy. Afterwards, she said she had to go back to her grandmother's house and told me to go first, so I went home.

The moment I got home, I felt so tired, and I hadn't felt so excited in a long time. Before she left, she called me and said she would come to see me again in the future. I

was sick and didn't go to work today, and who knew! I discovered that a beautiful lady lived next door.

I had just gone to see the doctor and was on my way home when I saw a rather sexy woman in front of the elevator. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a two- or three-year-old child. She was quite pretty, wearing a tank top with a suspender and a jacket, and had a fantastic figure.

I think she had a 34C bust, but a very slender waist, and her chest skin was snow-white; I could even see her cleavage through the tank top.

Her son was very mischievous, always running and jumping around, and the woman had to follow him and watch over him. As I watched her run after her son, her breasts bounced, and my heart raced, and I felt a surge of heat in my lower body. I stared intently, wondering if she would reveal anything, but I dared not look too obviously. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything.

Once inside the elevator, I realized she lived on the same floor as me. Why had I never seen her before?

She stood in front of me, bending down to wipe her son's face. Ah! I saw half of her breast almost pop out, and her cleavage was clearly visible. Her breasts were plump and full, and I could vaguely see she was wearing a black bra. I almost couldn't resist reaching out my hand.

I noticed her breasts weren't just large, but also looked smooth and elastic, so I kept watching until the elevator doors opened. Of course, I waited for them to get off first so I could see which unit she lived in. Later, I discovered she lived right next to me, so we stood together and each opened our own door.

This time, she bent down again to put down the vegetables she had bought. Of course, I wouldn't miss the chance to admire them. This time, seeing them up close, they looked even better, more three-dimensional—truly indescribable.

Later, when I opened the door, I casually asked her husband's surname, and why I seemed to have never seen her around here before. It turned out she had only applied to come to Hong Kong two or three months ago, and her husband was a cross-border driver. No wonder Hong Kong men nowadays like to keep mistresses on the mainland; it turns out mainland women are too beautiful.

Later, when I got home, I was still recalling what had just happened and couldn't help but masturbate several times.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I had no choice but to open the door. It turned out to be the same lady from before. This time, she wasn't wearing an outer garment, just that tank top with a suspender. Ah! Her figure was truly amazing—perfectly proportioned, with ample breasts and a slender waist. I really wanted to drag her into my house and rape her right then and there.

Apparently, she had come to me because her TV reception was faulty, so she came to ask if anything was wrong with my house, wondering if the rooftop antenna was malfunctioning. After checking, I told her everything was fine, and even took the opportunity to ask if she wanted me to take a look. She said there was no problem, so I hurriedly followed her over.

When we entered her house, I found that the child was already asleep, and there was no one else in the house. So, I helped her check what was wrong with her TV.

I glanced at the TV and asked her to help me move it to check if the antenna was loose. While moving it, my arm accidentally brushed against her chest; it was incredibly bouncy. Perhaps because we were moving the TV, she didn't notice. So I deliberately bumped into it a few more times, but she still didn't react. By then, I was already erect. As I became increasingly aroused, I realized that her bra under her tank top had already been removed. No wonder it was so soft and elastic; a few times I felt like I touched her nipples.

Her nipples seemed to be erect. I wondered if she noticed? Her expression was slightly different, but it didn't seem like anger; she was just starting to blush.

Of course, I pretended to be serious and helped her check what was wrong with the TV. It turned out the antenna was loose; just plugging it in tighter would solve the problem. I even said to her with a double meaning, "You have to plug things in tighter. If it still doesn't work, you'll have to try a few more times."

Who knew she understood my dirty joke and laughed out loud.

Later, when it was time to move the TV back to its original position, I offered to help her. I stood behind her and carried the TV back as if I were hugging her. At that moment, I took the opportunity to intentionally or unintentionally bump into her with my lower body. Through her thin shorts, I could feel how bouncy her buttocks were. Seeing that she didn't avoid it, I naturally pressed my advantage and continued to touch her with my lower body, slowly penetrating deeper.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her face flushed, and she lowered her head as if afraid to make a sound. I seized the opportunity to gently stimulate her with the rotation of my lower body, and even breathed on her back, making her neck itch. I wondered if she was starting to feel sexually aroused?

Not only did she not stop me, but she also twisted her slender waist, responding to my caresses of her lower body. I was overjoyed, thinking I had succeeded this time, and used all my skills to slowly tease her with my lower body while moving the TV. I almost couldn't help but ejaculate at that moment, it was so exciting!

After moving the TV, when I withdrew my hand from the TV, I took the opportunity to place my hand on her breast. She only made a "Mmm~" sound, but did not resist or move away.

Since that's the case, of course I wouldn't let go. So I kept caressing and kneading her breasts. They were so soft and elastic, so wonderful!

I could feel her nipples standing erect even through her clothes. She leaned into my arms, seemingly unable to resist the stimulation of desire. My other hand immediately seized the opportunity to move towards her lower body. I touched inside her shorts and found that her genitals were already wet; she was already aroused.

So I started groping her, even reaching inside her clothes to directly caress her delicate genitals. Her breasts were smooth and had a superb texture. I thought to myself: Can't I finally enjoy the taste of a respectable young woman this time?

But then the phone rang. At first, even she didn't want to answer the phone, preferring to continue being caressed by me. But then, perhaps afraid the phone ringing would wake her son, she immediately ran to answer it. As

soon as she ran away, my hand, which had been caressing her lower body, left her, covered in her juices, dripping wet.

I anxiously waited for her to finish the call so we could continue our affair, but after she hung up, she told me her grandmother was coming up and I had to leave. I had no choice but to leave. As I was leaving, I asked her, "Can we...?"

She said, "We'll talk about it later."

Before leaving, I reluctantly touched her breasts and buttocks one last time. She blushed and laughed, calling me a bad boy, but then kissed me.

Back home, I had to masturbate several times to calm my burning desire. I wonder if she and I still have a chance?

After I went home that day, I kept thinking about the beautiful scene that day. Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking that I could do whatever I wanted with her next time I met her.

But I didn't know that I couldn't see her again for a whole week since last time. Sometimes I go back to work and always peek at her house to see if anyone is there when I go out. But her home seems to be unoccupied, with no lights and no sound. I hope to meet her again every day, but I don’t have the courage to knock on her door. I’m afraid what if it’s her husband who answers the door? Did I say I was looking for his wife to have sex?

Everyone doesn't know the miserable situation I've been in these past few days. Every day, I go out with high hopes, but go home disappointed. The worst part is that I almost slept with her last time. What you can't have is always the best, especially after fondling her soft breasts and touching her private parts—it's truly unforgettable.

These past few days, I haven't even felt like looking at girls on the street. Sometimes, even seeing a girl wearing a blouse reminds me of her. Sigh!

But finally, my efforts paid off. This morning, on my way home from work, I finally ran into her at the elevator. I was incredibly nervous at that moment, only able to greet her and tell her it felt like I hadn't seen her in a long time. After that, we went to the back stairwell to talk (it wouldn't be good if other residents saw us).

It turns out she went to stay at her grandmother's house this week, and to help her son get into a better kindergarten next year, she'll be staying at her grandmother's for the entire summer.

Hearing this news, I thought, "Does this mean we have no chance anymore?" My mood immediately plummeted. I casually asked her, "Is there still a problem with the TV?" She said no.

I then asked her if she had any problems herself. She said no. Then, I told her that I really didn't mean it that time; she was just too attractive, which is why I had such inappropriate thoughts.

Perhaps women all like to be praised. She seemed very happy and asked me why I found her attractive. I said that it's rare for a married woman with children to have such a fit and youthful figure as her; she doesn't look like she's ever had children at all.

Afterward, I leaned down and whispered in her ear that her skin was white, smooth, and very elastic, especially her breasts, which were incredibly alluring, much better than my previous girlfriends.

When she heard me compliment her on my figure, she lightly slapped me and jokingly called me a lecher. I immediately replied, "Yes, I am, and this lecher wants to be lecherous one more time! I've been thinking about her so much this week."

Seeing my earnest look, she asked if I was serious. I immediately swore it was absolutely true. She said I was too smooth-talking and she couldn't tell which part was true. I then seized the opportunity and said that if she didn't believe me, she could take me to her house, and I could prove it to her right away.

Unfortunately, she said no, because she had only come back today to help her son pack some clothes to take to her grandmother's house and had to hurry back. Not wanting to miss this great opportunity, I pressed her for when I could see her again. She said she would go home tomorrow to do some housework and would contact me then, so she exchanged cell phone numbers with me. However, she repeatedly told me not to call that number, as she was afraid her grandmother would find out.

I asked her, "Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?"

She said her husband was in mainland China and wouldn't be returning to Hong Kong for a long time. I joked that I could temporarily take over her husband's duties! She said we could talk about it tomorrow, as she was in a real hurry and had to leave. I then asked her if I could touch her breasts before I left.

I really wanted to kiss her, but she initially said no, not wanting anyone to see. I reassured her that it was alright, it would be quick, and since it was the back staircase, no one would see. After my persistent pleading, she finally agreed.

I immediately reached inside her clothes and caressed her long-awaited breasts, even lifting her clothes and bra. This time, I could finally see her breasts directly—they were so beautiful! Her breasts were round and full, though the tips were a darker color.

I kept kneading her breasts, kissing her, and even bending down to gently bite her nipples. She started to respond, moaning softly.

My other hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her and trying to pull down her panties, but she immediately pulled away and said, "No, let's do it tomorrow! It's really not good if people see."

Not wanting to end things on bad terms, I told her I respected her decision, and that it was fine if she said no.

Afterwards, she straightened her clothes, which I had messed up, and said goodbye, telling me to call her the next day. I then walked her to the elevator and went home.

After spending some time with her, I went home and masturbated again.

This week, I don't know how many times I've masturbated for her, but I planned to take the day off tomorrow and wait for her call at home.

The next day, I got up early, took a shower, and waited for her call, but to my surprise, she didn't call me all morning. I didn't dare call her, which made me restless, worried that she was lying to me.

I kept waiting, sometimes even going to the door to peek to see if she had gone home. Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I received her call, saying that she was already home and asked me to come over. I rushed to her house and knocked on her door.

When she opened the door, she just stuck her head out, indicating that I should open the door myself.

I thought she was afraid of being seen by others, so I quickly ran inside. Once inside, I understood why she was being so secretive – it was because she was wearing a very sexy nightgown. She wore a silk, off-white, strappy vest that accentuated her impressive breasts. The vest barely covered them; I could see about a third of her breasts, especially the sides, which were practically completely exposed, their rounded curves clearly visible.

Even more fascinating was that she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent nightgown. Perhaps because the nightgown was loose, her breasts bounced rhythmically as she moved, which was truly captivating. Moreover, her breasts still appeared very firm, showing no signs of sagging. No wonder I enjoyed touching them so much last time.

The sight of this vibrant scene aroused me, making my lips dry and my mouth water, and I couldn't help but swallow repeatedly.

She was wearing a pair of off-white silk shorts, the kind that barely covered her buttocks, which accentuated her snow-white legs. Wow! So beautiful!

I noticed that she didn't seem to be wearing underwear, because I could vaguely see some dark shadows on her lower body. Dressed so provocatively, no wonder she only stuck her head out the door earlier. What would happen if the neighbors saw her dressed like this?

After I went in, she said she still had some things to tidy up and told me not to be shy and to sit down wherever I wanted.

I sat on the sofa watching her tidy up the house. She walked back and forth, her breasts and buttocks swaying. Sometimes she bent over, her breasts almost falling out; sometimes her vest strap slipped down, and she didn't immediately fix it, leaving her nipples peeking out—very tempting.

My lower body grew harder and harder, the tip of my penis even starting to get wet. I really wanted to force myself on her right there in the living room, but I didn't know how to bring it up.

Just then, she stood on a chair to wipe the top of a cabinet. I immediately got up, went over to help her steady the chair, and took the opportunity to rub my face against her buttocks—so bouncy! Her silk shorts were also very slippery.

Then I knelt down and helped her steady the chair. Looking up at her from below, peeking through the hem of her shirt, I could see the lower half of her breasts. As she wiped the cabinet, her breasts swayed rhythmically—it was quite a sight.

Then I peeked at her shorts and realized she really wasn't wearing underwear. I could clearly see her pubic hair, dark and thick, and her lower abdomen was a little swollen—she must have given birth. Last time I could only touch, but this time I could see—she was really hot!

Later, she noticed me peeking at her and laughed, calling me a lecher, saying I was just making excuses to peek.

I stuck out my tongue and laughed, saying, "It's because you're so sexy. It would be stupid not to look at such a beauty!"

I actually wanted to be intimate with her right now! Because she had already aroused me, my lower body was hot and hard.

She then got off the chair, touched my lower body with her hand, and I put one arm around her waist, wanting to kiss her. She said, "Your lower body is really hard." She also called me a bad boy and told me to go take a shower first.

I wanted to tell her that I had showered thoroughly at home early in the morning to wait for her. But since she had already said that, I had no choice but to obey her and obediently went to take a shower.

While I was taking off my clothes in the bathroom, I was still thinking about how to get her to come in and have some "lovebirds playing in the water." Finally, I had an idea. I told her in the bathroom that her electric water heater seemed to be malfunctioning, there was no hot water, and wondered if it was broken.

Hearing what I said, she came in to take a look. When she opened the door, she saw me completely naked, and her lower body immediately became aroused. She was stunned. I took the opportunity to grab her hand, pull her into the bathroom, and hug her tightly, saying, "How about we shower together?"

She softly agreed, and I began to kiss her cherry lips, my hands starting to wander, caressing every part of her body. Sometimes I reached into her pajamas to fondle her breasts, sometimes I reached into her pajama bottoms to rub her private parts, and while constantly arousing her desire, I skillfully helped her remove all her clothes.

This was the first time I had seen her completely naked in front of me; she was truly stunning. Her breasts were large and full, rounded like skin, with darker nipples, perhaps due to childbirth. Her waist was slender, I think around 24 inches, without any excess fat.

Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, like a dark forest. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her buttocks were round and large, very fleshy and elastic. Best of all, her entire body was soft and smooth, like touching silk—so comfortable, an indescribable feeling that you have to actually touch to understand.

At first, she was a little unnatural, her body stiff, just standing there letting me caress, rub, and kiss her. But later, as I continued to tease her, I began to ignite her desire. She knew how to hold me tight and respond passionately to my kisses. Of course, I wouldn't let her go, and we shared a wet kiss, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. At that moment, my lower body reacted intensely, harder than ever before, so hard it hurt a little.

I played with her breasts with one hand and stroked her back with the other. She seemed to be getting more and more excited. Besides holding me tighter, she also lightly grabbed my genitals with one hand. This gesture sent a jolt through me, and my body trembled involuntarily.

She kept stroking my penis with her hand. I was so excited that I cried out. I was really afraid I would ejaculate right then and there, but thankfully I managed to hold back.

Then, she knelt down and put my penis in her mouth, licking it. I never dreamed that on our first time together, she would agree to give me oral sex. I immediately positioned myself so she could serve me.

I don't know if she often gave oral sex to her husband or many other people, but her technique was truly top-notch. Besides sucking my penis, she constantly stimulated my scrotum with her hand, and sometimes licked my genitals with her tongue.

I had never experienced anything like this before. Even when my ex-girlfriends were willing to give me oral sex, they just kept moving up and down, without any of this much skill.

When I was very excited by her, I pulled her up, pressed her back against the wall, and then lifted one of her legs, inserting my penis into her vagina from below. Her vagina wasn't particularly tight, but it was very wet. I thrust in deeply in one go, and she let out a soft "Ah!"

I continued to thrust forcefully, trying to push my penis as deep as possible into her body, and she responded by moving up and down in rhythm with my movements. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, telling me she was enjoying herself and becoming excited.

When I was almost fully inside her, I lifted her other leg, and she naturally wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck, her whole body supported by my penis.

I then held her back, and with my other hand, I touched her breast. Then, I continued to thrust my penis into her, and with each thrust, she cried out "Ah!"

Later, her legs clenched tighter and tighter, and I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the speed and force, and her cries turned into continuous screams.

Sometimes, she would kiss my lips forcefully, and I would thrust deeper and faster, my hands starting to vigorously rub her breasts and stimulate her nipples. Then I only heard her moans growing louder and her breathing heavier. I didn't care, I kept thrusting until I climaxed and ejaculated into her vagina.

We slowly lay down on the floor; she seemed completely drained, unable to move; so did I, my legs a little weak. Standing intercourse, having to lift her up, was incredibly strenuous, but perhaps because we were so excited, we didn't feel tired.

Afterwards, we showered together, even lathering each other with soap. Then I could slowly admire her body. Of course, I gently caressed and kissed her. I truly couldn't believe I could have sex with such a beautiful woman.

After showering, we sat in the living room and talked. Later, I learned that her husband, besides his wife from mainland China, also had a mistress. Since she applied to come to Hong Kong three months ago, her husband had been away from home most of the time, sometimes not returning for entire months. Her sister had seen her husband having dinner with a girl in mainland China and told her, which is how she found out.

The girl looked to be only in her late teens or early twenties. I comforted her, saying that her husband was really wrong; having such a beautiful wife and still wanting a second one—I wouldn't do that if it were me. I also told her that she could confide in me if she had any worries in the future. I joked that it would be even better if she wanted to have sex with me.

She laughed and said that I only wanted sex; confiding in me was a lie. I simply said, "Yes!" I really enjoyed having sex with her, but if you have anything on your mind, you can definitely talk to me.

I kissed her deeply, and she seemed very happy. Afterwards, she said she had to go back to her grandmother's house and told me to go ahead, so I went home.

The moment I got home, I felt so tired; I hadn't felt this excited in a long time. Before she left, she called me and said she would come to see me again in the future.

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