Me and a Middle-Aged Woman

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One evening in June, I returned home from get off work. My husband had been away for three months, away on medical leave. Shedding my usual weariness, I turned on my computer and logged into QQ, intending to chat with my husband. A friend request from someone calling me "Sister Fen" confused and shocked me. He claimed to be a young man who knew I was a doctor and that my name was Fen; but he refused to tell me who he was. Perhaps out of an instinctive curiosity, I added him. That night, we chatted late into the night. His eloquent writing captivated me, filling me with affection; he seemed to know everything about me, from my work environment to my physical characteristics… I begged him to tell me who he was, but he refused, only saying that he worked right next to me. He said: "The virtual world is a supplement and adjustment to the real world." He didn't want to interfere with me in reality; as long as I accepted his love in the virtual world, he would be content even if he died! We talked for hours, and I couldn't log off. He spoke with great tact, discussing both his understanding of love and his views on sex. I felt his words were almost identical to my thoughts. I felt I had met a very thoughtful young man who seemed to love me but didn't want to bother me; he seemed to enjoy talking about sex with me, yet remained refined. I couldn't resist his charm and pleading. In the virtual world, I saw his sincerity, and I used my words to fulfill his slightly outrageous yet understandable request. Perhaps because I hadn't had sex in a long time, I suddenly became "lustful," and while typing those words for him, I became very wet… That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept reliving the excitement of our chat, feeling hot all over. I was afraid of my indiscretion online, yet also intoxicated by this netizen's affection. In my hazy state, I seemed to see a young man walking towards me, and unable to resist my lust, I masturbated… For many days afterward, I kept an eye on this mysterious "young man," but I couldn't find him anywhere. I had good relationships with people at the hospital; everyone called me Sister Fen. I simply couldn't fathom the person who "loved" me. I work in gynecology, and there are no male colleagues in my department; I'm voluptuous and beautiful, and many men are willing to date me, but none of them are young… The feeling of racking my brains was the most unbearable. Fortunately, my outburst that night seemed to have no consequences, and day after day, I put the matter aside. A few days later, on the same night, I met him again on QQ. In a flash of inspiration, I suddenly remembered that whoever was free to chat with me tonight must be someone who, like me, wasn't on duty. In a flash of insight, I suddenly thought of someone… Could it be him? His name is Liu Lu, a young man who lost both his parents and earned his tuition by working to complete medical school. After graduation, he interned with me for many years, and because of his experiences, I really liked him. Over the years, he spent every day with me, talking about everything. He was fit and energetic, and seemed especially close to me. For the past few months, due to my husband's absences, I've frequently invited him to my home, but I have absolutely no ulterior motives. He's over twenty years younger than me and unmarried. Inviting him was purely out of compassion and comfort for an orphan, and also to alleviate my own loneliness. I couldn't imagine that such frequent invitations would trigger any physical or emotional reactions in him. That night, I didn't have a deep conversation with him; I felt I shouldn't act rashly again, and everything should begin with understanding. The next morning, I opened my office drawer and found a neatly folded letter on it. I was quite surprised, and when no one was around, I opened it and read it. It was indeed from him: "Teacher Afen: May I call you 'sister'? Last night, you withdrew from the internet, and I sensed that you might have figured out who I am. I felt I shouldn't leave one of my favorite people groping in confusion, so I wrote you this letter. Love is innocent, and I believe you can forgive everything I've done. Over the past few years, you've become everything in my heart. Your beauty, your fullness, have made me forget your age." One day, I found your QQ number on your computer, and in the chat history, I saw the vitality of your life. I was very excited. I felt I should try to see what I could do for you… I am a person with a tragic fate. I lost my father at a young age, and the year I graduated from elementary school, my mother died in the line of duty. Both my parents were only children, and my sister and I had no relatives and depended on each other for survival. For my sake, my sister started working after graduating from high school. At that time, her salary was very low, and she couldn't afford to feed herself, but she supported me through junior high and high school. Later, my sister got married to a wealthy man who was 16 years older than her. I know this was not her ideal lover; she did it for my future education. Who knew that my brother-in-law was a savage and extremely stingy man. As soon as I was admitted to university, he forbade my sister from giving me any financial assistance. My sister was afraid that he would beat her (he was very violent; once, he stripped her clothes off at her workplace and beat her), so she could only secretly help me. Therefore, during my studies in Shanghai, starting from my freshman year, I basically supported myself through part-time jobs: moving, service, tutoring, decorating... I did many jobs; I finally managed to finish my postgraduate studies without owing a single penny! I feel that although I worked hard all these years, I relieved a lot of pressure on my sister and also allowed me to undergo trials that will benefit me for life. In February of the year before last, my sister passed away! I really don't know why this world had to bring me such misfortune?! My sister is gone, she left with her worries for me, and she took my heart with her. For a long time, I couldn't recover. I was so sad that I often wandered by the river. I was very clearly aware that in this world, I am a true orphan. Over the years, I have developed a strange sister complex. I am very good-looking, and many girls around me pursue me, but I have always remained silent. I only have one thought in my heart: I love my sister! Sister Afen: You are the person I respect and love the most. I want to tell you a secret: a few years ago, by chance, my brother-in-law beat my sister and then left. That night, I applied medicine to my sister's body, and she hugged me. In a long embrace, I felt my sexual awareness awaken. I was completely dazed; I kissed her, and she, perhaps also dazed, unzipped my pants… It all happened so suddenly. My sister lay on the edge of the bed, her bare legs spread wide, and for the first time, I saw everything a mature woman had to offer. She held my hand, guided my penis… I was truly aroused! I felt my penis touch her entrance. Just as I was about to enter, she suddenly sat up, hugged me, and cried bitterly… Since then, we haven't had sex again, but this experience instilled in me a belief: my first time must be with my sister!!! My sister is gone, and I've been searching… These days, whenever I have free time, I think of you, especially before bed, when I always have fantasies… Every night I fall asleep with your name on my lips. I really want to give my first time to my beloved sister. Who could it be? Is it you? That night, I repeatedly read Liu Lu's letter in my bedroom, and I was completely stunned! It was a letter revealing his true feelings, the emotional journey of a child who had experienced so much hardship. How could I blame him?! Late at night, I decided to go online with him again. I should try to comfort him. When I saw him waiting for me, my heart began to break down. He turned on his webcam, and he cried, cried very sadly. I was also moved. For such a child, I seemed willing to do anything... I really couldn't bear to hurt him. We talked at length, and every little story he told touched my nerves. He asked if he could see my body. Perhaps the internet really is different from reality; in the heat of passion, I actually agreed. I took off my bra, and then my underwear. I couldn't feel that he was the real Liu Lu at all; I only felt that he was a man who loved me. I pointed the webcam at my full breasts and the dark forest of hair... I felt like I was back in my teenage years, connected online with my little lover... I even asked to see everything about him, and he did. At three in the morning, he suddenly logged off, and I was bewildered. My heart was pounding; I knew my desire had been reignited, and I might be sleepless again tonight... Ding-dong, the doorbell startled me so much I almost jumped out of bed. It was 3:28 a.m., and of course I knew it was him ringing the doorbell! I didn't bother to get dressed; driven by lust, I almost rushed out the door. Reaching the door, I realized I was almost completely naked except for a pair of lace underwear. I hesitated at the door; I couldn't open it, after all, I was more than twenty years older than him. Yet, my feet wouldn't obey me. I leaned against the door, my heart pounding. I listened outside; in the quiet night, I heard heavy breathing. I knew what it would mean for him if I didn't open the door. ...I couldn't resist. I opened the door and, almost naked, embraced him, his face flushed... What followed was so sudden yet so natural. In my living room, I undressed completely. He truly knew nothing. He suckled my breasts vigorously. I spread my legs, and he gently parted my thick pubic hair, clumsily unsure how to enter. I guided him; my already moist opening made entry easy. I felt an unparalleled fullness and tightness.He was so powerful, I could barely handle it, yet I could never be satisfied… Dawn broke, and we took a bath together. I filled the tub to the brim and called for him to come in. I saw him emerge from the steam and walk towards me. I slipped into the tub, and he eagerly embraced my wet body. I held him tightly, and he began to kiss me. We held each other tightly, releasing all the energy and passion we had accumulated over the days. No words were needed. Everything was in the embrace. His kisses were passionate yet tender; I felt like I was melting. The water rippled across my breasts, and I said they tickled. He touched them, noticing how much hair they had, and said it felt wonderful. My breasts were submerged in water, and he kept licking them until they swelled up, red and pink. He sucked hard, and my love juice gushed out, slippery, mixing with the water. He licked my nipples with a mouthful of water in his mouth, and the pleasurable feeling permeated every part of our bodies. I had no strength left. In my excitement, he entered me again, and I was completely at his mercy… Liu Lu’s little cannon fired inside my vagina, and he was very satisfied. I seemed to have returned to my youth, back to the blooming season. I was walking with spring…

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