I slept with the woman upstairs

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After pulling out 700,000 yuan and receiving a contract, it meant I finally had my own 100-square-meter plot of land in this metropolis, even though it was a tiny apartment—on the third floor, practically touching the ground.
During those days, my girlfriend went to look at apartments almost every day, excited and satisfied, every pore of her body radiating the joy of success. But every evening, opening the empty drawers of her wardrobe, holding a few bankbooks with only a few cents left, she felt heartache, frustration, and sighs—all the negative emotions surfaced.
She complained that she was too late, wondering why she hadn't bought an apartment a few years ago. She grumbled, saying I, a grown man, had no financial sense, no brains at all, causing our family's hard-earned savings of over a decade to be given away to a real estate company overnight. She was furious, saying the builders were ruthless, selling tiny plots for thousands of yuan per square meter.
That's women for you. I always say she has the typical white-collar temperament—volatile, never satisfied, and full of resentment.
But there was nothing she could do; life had to go on, and the apartment still needed to be furnished. So, on a sunny summer Sunday, not too hot, my girlfriend and I went to the building materials market, the decoration market, and the lighting market. She had a small notebook, asking about product quality, price, warranty period, and so on. The notebook was filled with the price, origin, and transportation costs of every piece of board, nail, and brick. She said, "We've already spent the big money, it's time to save on the small things." During
the house renovation, my girlfriend was busy running around, worrying about everything and getting exhausted. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, but she firmly rejected my involvement and wouldn't listen to my opinions at all. However, I didn't care. Buying a house was for my girlfriend to be happy and enjoy herself; let her decorate it however she wanted. I was just trying to save myself the trouble.
During those days, my girlfriend only assigned me one task: to supervise the construction. She was worried the workers might cheat us and waste materials. But after a few days, my girlfriend wouldn't let me go anymore. She told me to stay away from the newly renovated house and come back after we moved out. I was completely baffled and had no idea what was going on. I asked her, but she wouldn't explain. When
I asked too many questions, she simply ignored me. Later, seeing how tired she was, I said I'd go and oversee things myself; it's such a big deal with the whole house. My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "You think I'd trust you? What's there to worry about? You think you're so trusting? I'm very unhappy about it." Seeing my displeasure, she softened her tone and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust that little vixen upstairs. Haven't you seen her come to our house several times a day?"
So that's what she wanted to talk about. I found it quite amusing. I told her, "I don't know her at all. Old Zhang downstairs said she lives alone and it's not easy for her. She comes to our house to check on the renovations, sometimes giving advice, bringing water, etc. She's just being kind.
I appreciate her kindness, but I'm afraid you'll be bewitched. Didn't you see the way that little vixen looked at you, the tone of her voice, and the clothes she wore? Tsk tsk, so revealing!" The moment she arrived, you were stunned, and so were the migrant workers.
I really admire my girlfriend's observational skills. I only remember seeing that vixen once or twice, but she immediately saw through the problem. To be honest, that vixen was very alluring; her voice was sweet, her eyes were watery, and she had a full bust—the kind of woman that would make any man's heart flutter at first sight. Talking to her, I actually felt a little restless.
A month later, the house was renovated. The newly renovated rooms had an unpleasant smell, so every morning my girlfriend would go there to open all the windows and then close them again when she got off work in the evening. Even for this simple task, she still wouldn't let me do it. I understand; my girlfriend knows me very well because I had been a "womanizer" before, and she was afraid I would relapse.
One evening at dinner, my girlfriend told me she was going out of town for training on a new business for half a month. She also told me to remember to ventilate the new building. I nodded in agreement. Later, my girlfriend's tone suddenly turned stern. She said to me harshly, "You can't stay there for long. Open the window and leave immediately, understand? If I find out you're involved with that vixen, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Thinking of that vixen, I felt a strange urge, a kind of itchy feeling. I wondered if I'd have a chance to get involved with her while she was gone for half a month. However, I didn't show it on my face and said seriously, "Don't worry, I'm a standard stay-at-home dad. I have no interest in other women. My mind is all on you. Don't you know that? Think about how beautiful you were last night. If I had other intentions, would I have put in so much effort for you?"
Hearing me say this, my girlfriend blushed slightly and scolded me, "Don't be so frivolous. This is to give you a heads-up. You know it's good that you understand." "By the way, my flight is at 11 pm. My company is sending a car to pick me up." "Oh, leaving tonight? Then we need to hurry." Saying this, I put down my chopsticks and dragged my girlfriend towards the bedroom. My girlfriend half-heartedly resisted, saying, "What are you doing?
I've never seen anyone like you." I worked quickly; by the time she spoke, I had already unbuttoned her thin business suit… My girlfriend left, and I felt a sudden sense of relief, but also a strong desire. I knew exactly what it was: the vixen's hot body and alluring voice.
So, I arrived at the new apartment early the next day, probably around six o'clock. After opening all the windows, I went behind the door and deliberately left it slightly ajar, enough to see inside. Then I sat down in the only chair and smoked. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps outside. My nerves immediately tensed, and I stared intently outside. I quickly saw a man through the crack in the door. I felt disappointed and continued smoking in silence.
A little while later, I heard footsteps again. This time, I could tell from the sound that it was a woman coming downstairs, because the sound of her high heels was very crisp. Sure enough, the sound stopped outside my door, and then I saw a woman's seductive face through the crack in the door—it was the vixen from upstairs.
She smiled at me and asked, "Brother, what brings you here so early?" My heart started pounding with nervousness. I quickly stood up and walked to the door, saying, "Hello, come in. I'm just opening the window to air it out." I opened the door.
The vixen swayed her sexy waist as she slipped into my house, then asked with a flirtatious smile, "Isn't it usually your girlfriend who opens the window? Why is it you today? Oh, well, she had something come up today." I stared blankly at her tight-fitting t-shirt, imagining the two peaks inside. "
By the way, brother, I still don't know your name after all these days." She went into the inner room to look at my bedroom decor. "My name is Guangwei," I hurriedly replied, following behind her. "Oh, then I'll call you Brother Wei." The vixen started chatting with me. "You can just call me Xiao Liu," she said with a grin.
After a few more words, she said, "I have to go now, my friend invited me to go shopping." With that, she walked out of the bedroom. At that moment, I happened to be standing in the doorway, so I consciously shifted slightly to leave enough space for one person to pass through.
To squeeze through that narrow gap, she had to sidestep. Just as I expected, as she left the bedroom, she faced me, puffed out her chest, and said, "Let's talk later." I clearly felt her chest "attack" me, as her two small, mountain-like breasts quickly brushed against me.
I immediately tensed up, yet also felt a little excited, and hurriedly said to her, "Okay, see you in a bit. I don't have much to do today, I can stay here a while this morning." I hinted to her. "Yeah, then let's clean the windows, get some work done." After saying that, she gave me a seductive smile and left.
I started anxiously waiting again, wondering if I could make a move today. Sigh, being a man is so hard, getting things done is so complicated. An hour later, the little vixen passed by my door again with a handbag. Just like before, she looked at me and asked, "Hehe, you're still here?
I said no, I didn't have much to do at work." "You're back, huh?" She said as she came back into the house. This time, I was a little bolder, and as she came in, I lightly touched her back. I then closed the door and invited her to sit down.
I noticed she was still wearing the same dress, but her top had changed to a white silk short-sleeved blouse—very sheer and thin, so much so that I could clearly see her pale pink bra underneath. Standing next to her, I asked, "Why aren't you working?
What kind of work?" "No work, just staying home," she replied, tilting her head to look at me, her rosy cheeks glowing. "So you're a rich woman, huh? Not working, and so carefree, I'm envious," I said with a grin. "Rich or not, I'm alright, enough to eat," she said, bending down to adjust her slippers.
Her posture gave me a clear view of her impressive bosom, and I swallowed hard, saying, "It's a blessing for a beautiful woman not to be burdened by work. Looks like you're a lucky woman." My words were starting to have a seductive undertone.
Her face suddenly darkened, then she asked in a slightly mournful tone, "Do you think I'm happy?
So happy! No work pressure, I can do whatever I want, so carefree. Women should take better care of themselves, don't toil and suffer outside. Too much worry ages a woman easily. By the way, you're at most twenty-three or twenty-four this year." I began to get to the real seduction. "Who said that? I'm almost thirty. I'm old, no longer attractive." She shook her head and sighed. "
Look at your skin, it's still so fair, your face is so radiant, you're full of youthful energy." As I spoke, I moved closer to her and continued, "This dress suits your skin very well, it's pure silk, right? It looks very high-end." "It's silk, it feels so smooth, feel it." She then raised her arm towards me.
I felt a change in my body; my eyes lit up, and my hand hastily groped her short-sleeved shirt. Looking at her alluring expression, I impulsively grabbed her arm, murmuring, "You really don't look like someone approaching thirty."
"Haha, really?" She didn't move, letting me hold her arm. I leaned closer, wanting to do something more.
But suddenly, she stood up and said, "I have to play mahjong this morning, so I don't have much to do this afternoon. I have to hurry, or I'll get scolded." She gave me a meaningful smile and left the room.
I began to ponder the meaning behind her words. She seemed to be hinting at something, like we could… in the afternoon.
Was it like that? I didn't know. I was daydreaming, and I longed for it even more. The next half day felt like half a year. I sat in the office, unable to concentrate on my work, my mind filled with images of that little vixen. I knew my "womanizing" had flared up again.
After a quick lunch on the street, I rushed to our new apartment to wait for her. I wondered if she would come looking for me, as I suspected.
Right on time, at one o'clock, she returned. I stood at the door and stopped her, ushering her inside. I could tell she was particularly uncomfortable as soon as she entered, a shy allure tinged with desire, a calm yet expectant demeanor. As in the morning, I asked her to sit down.
She smiled shyly, then said softly, "You'll have to stand. I know you only have one chair here."
"Yes, yes," I replied casually. Actually, my heart was churning, desire surging through my very being, and something incredibly strong was slowly pushing me upwards.
I leaned closer, about to speak or make a move, when she suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on me, and asked in a flippant voice, "Your girlfriend went on a business trip
? Yeah, how did you know?" I felt a little strange. "Hmph, I knew before you did. She went with the general manager, didn't she?" Her tone became stern. "How did you know she went with the general manager?" I asked, bewildered. My desire had subsided, and I asked her twice, "How did you know?"
"Let me tell you," she said, "your girlfriend didn't go for any training; she went on a trip abroad with my dead ex-boyfriend."
Her face hardened. I, however, was stunned, a chill running down my spine, my body almost giving way.
She continued, "I recognized your girlfriend as soon as your house was renovated. She seduced my man a year ago." I thought, she must know me too, because we've met. Now I understood why my girlfriend wouldn't let me come to the new house, why she wanted me to stay away from that vixen—she had something to hide. I also understood why my girlfriend earned such a high salary.
I felt like a fool, betrayed and fooled. Later, she told me more about my girlfriend, like her going away for several days during the Spring Festival, coming home late for her birthday, etc., and everything matched up. So I believed her completely.
In a panic, I asked her how she knew so much. She told me her cousin worked as an administrative assistant at that company, so she knew many things.
I stopped talking. Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief—the relief of having a reason to cheat. Anyway, I knew what I had to do. "You're heartless, so I'll be heartless too. You want me to be a cuckold before we're even married? I'm not going to do that kind of losing deal!" So I angrily pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom.
The little vixen sat on the sink watching me with a very peculiar smile. I saw her large breasts, full and bulging, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Perhaps needing to vent, perhaps needing revenge, I didn't say anything, but grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. The little vixen giggled and asked me how it felt. I said, "It feels good, anyway."
She happily kissed me, then unbuttoned her shirt herself. As the buttons opened one by one, her full, plump breasts sprang out. Even with a bra, they still looked very large and full, with a deep cleavage between them.
I rubbed her breasts while kissing her face and ears. She giggled and said, "It tickles." I lifted her bra, and her large breasts sprang out, appearing even larger and whiter. Her nipples were already hard.
I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, while she giggled and panted, her hand stroking my penis.
The little vixen skillfully unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand inside my pants, grabbing my large penis. She laughed, saying, "Look how hard you are!" I grunted in response and quickly stripped her naked.
I guided my hot, hard penis, aiming the glans at her wet slit, and then thrust into her. I immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation travel from the glans to my perineum and tailbone, then straight up my spine to my brain. Once inside, I realized her vagina was much tighter than I'd imagined, but incredibly wet and slippery, like walking on damp moss after rain.
The little vixen cried out, "It feels so good! Yes, right here… right here… deeper!" As I thrust, her juices began to flow, making gurgling sounds. I felt my testicles slapping against her narrow vulva, a perfect, satisfying sensation, the soft, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. This lewd sound directly stimulated my senses, making me feel as if I were floating on clouds, lost in some unknown pleasure.
As we rocked back and forth, she asked me, "How is it? Is it good? How does it compare to your girlfriend?" I said, "You're so deep." Mentioning my girlfriend, I really wanted to pound her to pieces, so I thrust in hard and deep. She laughed, "You're almost piercing me! You're almost inside my uterus!"
The little vixen moaned wantonly, and my hands, as she requested, grasped her breasts, gently kneading them. Her breasts were full, and the wanton expression on her face and her seductive eyes gave me immense satisfaction! I could feel that she was truly enjoying being played with! Her entire body was aroused by my penis! This gave me the thrill of conquering her!
She moaned softly, a seductive and alluring expression on her pale face. Her half-closed eyes were hazy, and her sexy mouth was slightly open, uttering soft moans. "So good... Brother Wei... you're fucking me... so good... so amazing... ah... ah... harder..."
The little vixen's loud moans spurred me to thrust harder, watching my penis slide in and out of her pink, fleshy hole. Each thrust turned her labia inside out, drawing out a lot of vaginal fluid, accompanied by "splashing" sounds. I couldn't help but hug her slender waist tightly, pulling her towards me, our genitals colliding with a "slapping" sound.
The little vixen closed her eyes, continuing to slowly sway her slender waist, enjoying the pleasure brought to her by my hands and my penis. Her waist gradually swayed faster and faster, and her upper body gradually leaned against my hands, showing that she was beginning to lose strength. I thrust my hips forcefully, my thick penis going in and out of her hole.
I spread her thighs wider and continued my vigorous work. The more I worked, the more I felt her fluids increasing, almost to the point of overflowing. I felt my genitals were completely soaked, just like hers. Her technique was superb; her vagina seemed to contract, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening suddenly. She lifted her buttocks and rubbed my glans against the depths of her vagina, her movements gentle yet skillful.
How could I withstand her response! Amid her wanton moans and cries, my perineum twitched, my glans went numb, and my whole body trembled, contracting from my tailbone to my spine. My semen gushed out wildly, completely penetrating her depths. I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my back, a feeling of exhaustion mixed with a soft, incredibly comfortable sensation. For
the next few nights, I waited for her, and we would make love in her house, passion and desire colliding intensely within us. And I also understood why, from the moment she saw me trying to seduce her, she said she wanted revenge on the woman who stole her man, and I was happy to have such a thing happen. I was no longer afraid of being cheated on by my girlfriend, because I had already decided to break up with her.
Three months later, I broke up with my girlfriend, and I took most of the assets, including this new house. Soon after, I married my first lover in this new house. Later, the little vixen moved out of the apartment. Some people said she got back together with her ex-boyfriend, while others said she found a richer "meal ticket."
After pulling out 700,000 yuan and getting a contract, it meant that I had my own 100 square meters of land in this metropolis, even though the house was a castle in the air—on the third floor, where my feet couldn't even touch the ground, and my body couldn't feel the earth.
In those days, my girlfriend went to see the house almost every day, excited and satisfied, every pore of her body seemed to radiate the joy of success. But every evening, she'd open the empty drawer of her wardrobe, holding a few bankbooks with only a few cents left, and a wave of heartache, frustration, and sighs would wash over her—all the negative emotions would surface.
She'd grumble, saying she was too late, why hadn't she thought to buy a house a few years ago? She'd complain that she, a grown man, had no financial sense, no brains at all, causing the family's hard-earned savings of over a decade to be given away to a real estate company overnight. She'd be furious, saying that those building houses were truly ruthless, selling tiny plots for thousands of dollars per square meter.
That's just how women are, I always say she has the typical white-collar temperament—emotionally volatile, never satisfied, and full of resentment.
But there was nothing she could do; life had to go on, and the house still needed decorating. So, on a sunny summer Sunday, not too hot, we started browsing building materials markets, decoration markets, and lighting markets. My girlfriend carried a small notebook, asking about product quality, prices, warranties, and so on. The notebook was filled with the prices, origins, and transportation costs of a piece of board, a nail, a brick, and so on. My girlfriend said, "We've already spent a lot of money, now we should save on the small things."
During the house renovation, she was busy running around, worrying about everything and getting exhausted. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, but she firmly rejected my involvement and wouldn't listen to my opinions at all. However, I didn't care. Buying a house was for my girlfriend to be happy and enjoy herself; let her decorate it however she wanted, it would save me the trouble.
During those days, my girlfriend only assigned me one task: to supervise the construction. She was worried the workers might slack off and waste materials. But after a few days, she wouldn't let me go anymore. She told me to stay away from the new house under renovation and to come back after we moved out. I was completely confused and didn't know what was going on. When I asked her, she wouldn't explain, and when I asked too many times, she simply ignored me.
Later, seeing how tired she was, I said I'd go and supervise it myself, since it was such a big project. My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "You think I trust you? What do you think you can do? You don't trust me at all, do you? I'm very unhappy." Seeing my grim expression, my girlfriend softened her tone and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust that little vixen upstairs. Haven't you seen her coming over several times a day?
" So that's what she was worried about. I found it quite amusing. I told her, "I don't know her at all. Old Zhang downstairs said she lives alone and it's not easy for her. She comes over to check on the renovations, sometimes gives advice, brings water, and things like that. She's just being kind.
I appreciate her kindness, but I'm afraid you'll be bewitched. Didn't you see the way that vixen looked at you, the tone of her voice, and the clothes she wore? Tsk tsk, so revealing! When she goes over, you're mesmerized, and so are those construction workers."
I really admire my girlfriend's observation skills. I only remember seeing that vixen once or twice, but she immediately saw through the problem. Honestly, that little vixen was incredibly alluring. She had a sweet, coquettish voice, watery eyes, and a full bust—the kind of woman any man would instantly fall for. Talking to her, I actually felt a little restless.
A month later, the house was renovated. The newly renovated rooms had a strange smell, so my girlfriend would go there every morning to open all the windows and then close them again in the evening after work. Even for this simple task, she still wouldn't let me do it. I understood; my girlfriend knew me very well because I had been a philanderer before, and she was afraid I'd relapse.
One evening at dinner, my girlfriend told me she was going out of town for training on a new business for two weeks. She also told me to remember to ventilate the new building. I nodded in agreement. Later, my girlfriend's tone suddenly became stern, and she said harshly, "You can't stay there for long. Leave immediately after opening the windows, understand? If I find out you're involved with that little vixen, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Thinking of that little vixen, I felt a strange urge, a strange desire stirring within me. I wondered if I'd have a chance to cheat on my girlfriend with her gone for half a month. But I didn't show it on my face. I said seriously, "Don't worry, I'm a typical stay-at-home dad. I have no interest in other women. My mind is all on you. Don't you know that? Think about how beautiful you were last night. If I had other thoughts, would I have put in so much effort for you?"
Hearing this, my girlfriend blushed slightly and scolded me, "Don't be so frivolous. This is just to give you a heads-up. You know it's good that you understand." "By the way, my flight is at 11 pm. My company is sending a car to pick me up." "Oh, leaving tonight? Then we need to hurry." With that, I put down my chopsticks, grabbed my girlfriend, and dragged her towards the bedroom. My girlfriend half-heartedly
resisted, saying, "Why? Is it really that serious? I've never seen anyone like you." I was quick and efficient; while she was speaking, I had already unbuttoned her thin business suit… My girlfriend left, and I felt a sudden sense of relief, but also a strong desire. I knew what it was—the alluring figure and seductive voice of that little vixen.
So, I arrived at our new house early the next day, probably around six o'clock. After opening all the windows, I went behind the door, deliberately leaving it slightly ajar enough to see inside. I then sat down in the only chair and smoked. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps outside. My nerves immediately tensed, and I stared intently outside. I quickly saw through the crack in the door that it was a man. Frustrated, I continued smoking.
A little while later, I heard footsteps again. This time, I could tell from the sound that it was a woman coming downstairs, because the sound of her high heels was crisp. Sure enough, the sound stopped outside my door, and then I saw a woman's alluring face through the crack in the door—it was the little vixen from upstairs.
She smiled at me and asked, "Brother, what brings you here so early?" My heart started pounding. I quickly stood up and went to the door, saying, "Hello, come in. I'm just opening the windows for ventilation." I opened the door.
The little vixen swayed her sexy hips as she slipped into my house, then asked with a seductive smile, "Isn't it usually your girlfriend who opens the windows? Why is it you today? Oh, well, she had something come up today." I stared blankly at her tight-fitting t-shirt, imagining the two peaks underneath. "
By the way, big brother, I still don't know your name after all this time," she said, walking into the inner room to look at my bedroom renovation. "My name is Guangwei," I hurriedly replied, following behind her. "Oh, then I'll call you Brother Wei," the little vixen started chatting with me. "You can just call me Xiao Liu," she said with a grin.
After a few more words, she said, "No, I have to go now, my friend invited me shopping." With that, she walked out of the bedroom. At that moment, I happened to be standing in the doorway, so I consciously shifted slightly to the side, leaving enough space for one person to pass through.
To squeeze through that narrow gap, she had to sidestep. Just as I expected, as she left the bedroom, she faced me, puffed out her chest, and said, "Let's talk later." I clearly felt her chest "attack" me, as her two small, mountain-like breasts quickly brushed against me.
I immediately tensed up, yet also felt a little excited, and hurriedly said to her, "Okay, see you in a bit. I don't have much to do today, I can stay here a while this morning." I hinted to her. "Yeah, then let's clean the windows, get some work done." After saying that, she gave me a seductive smile and left.
I started anxiously waiting again, wondering if I could make a move today. Sigh, being a man is so hard, getting things done is so complicated. An hour later, the little vixen passed by my door again with a handbag. Just like before, she looked at me and asked, "Hehe, you're still here?
I said no, I didn't have much to do at work." "You're back, huh?" She said as she came back into the house. This time, I was a little bolder, and as she came in, I lightly touched her back. I then closed the door and invited her to sit down.
I noticed she was still wearing the same dress, but her top had changed to a white silk short-sleeved blouse—very sheer and thin, so much so that I could clearly see her pale pink bra underneath. Standing next to her, I asked, "Why aren't you working?
What kind of work?" "No work, just staying home," she replied, tilting her head to look at me, her rosy cheeks glowing. "So you're a rich woman, huh? Not working, and so carefree, I envy you," I said with a chuckle. "Rich or not, I'm fine, enough to eat," she said, bending down to adjust her slippers.
This posture gave me a clear view of her impressive breasts, prompting me to swallow hard and say, "It's a blessing for a beautiful woman not to be burdened by work. Looks like you're a happy little woman." My words were starting to have a seductive undertone.
Her expression suddenly darkened, and then she asked me in a somewhat mournful tone, "Do you think I'm happy?
How happy I am! No work pressure, I can do whatever I want, so free!" Women should take better care of themselves and not overwork themselves. Too much worry ages a woman quickly. "By the way, you're at most twenty-three or twenty-four this year." I started to get serious about seduction. "Who said that? I'm almost thirty." "Old, no longer attractive." She shook her head and sighed.
"Look at your skin, it's still so fair, your face is glowing, and you're full of youthful energy." As I spoke, I moved closer to her and continued, "This dress suits your skin very well. It's pure silk, right? It looks very high-end." "It's silk, it feels so smooth, feel it." She raised her arm towards me.
I felt a change in my body, my eyes lit up, and my hand briefly touched her short-sleeved shirt. Looking at her alluring expression, I impulsively grabbed her arm, murmuring, "You really don't look like someone approaching thirty."
"Haha, really?" She didn't move, letting me hold her arm. I moved closer again, wanting to do something more.
But then she suddenly stood up and said, "I have to play mahjong this morning, so I don't have much to do this afternoon. I have to hurry, or I'll get scolded." She gave me a meaningful smile and left the room.
I started to ponder the meaning behind her words. It seemed she was hinting at something, like we could… in the afternoon.
Was that it? I didn't know. I let my imagination run wild, and my desire only intensified. The next half day felt like half a year. I sat in my office, unable to concentrate on my work, my mind filled with images of that little vixen. I knew my "womanizing" had returned.
After a quick, haphazard lunch on the street, I rushed to our new house to wait for her. I wondered if she would come to see me, as I suspected.
Right on time, at one o'clock, she came back. I stood at the door and stopped her, ushering her inside. I could tell she was particularly uncomfortable as soon as she entered, a mixture of shyness and allure, calmness and anticipation. I asked her to sit down, just like I had in the morning.
She smiled shyly, then said softly, "You'll have to stand. I know you only have one chair here."
"Yes, yes," I replied casually. Actually, my heart was churning, desire surging through my cells, and something incredibly strong was slowly pushing me upwards.
I leaned closer, about to speak or make a move, when she suddenly looked up at me, her eyes fixed on me, and asked in a flippant voice, "Your girlfriend went on a business trip
? Yeah, how did you know?" I felt a little strange. "Hmph, I knew before you did. She went with the general manager, didn't she?" Her tone turned serious. "How did you know she went with the general manager?" I asked, confused. My desire had subsided, and I asked her twice, "How did you know?" "
Let me tell you, your girlfriend didn't go for some training. She went on a trip abroad with my dead ex-boyfriend."
Her face hardened. And I, after hearing her words, was stunned, a chill ran down my spine, and my body almost went limp.
She continued, "I recognized your girlfriend as soon as your house was renovated. She seduced my man a year ago." I thought, she must know me too, because we've met before. At that moment, I understood why my girlfriend wouldn't let me come to the new house and told me to stay away from that vixen—she had something to hide. I also understood why my girlfriend earned such a high salary.
I felt like a fool, betrayed and fooled. Later, she told me more about my girlfriend, such as her going away for several days during the Spring Festival and coming home late for her birthday, and all of this matched up. So I believed her completely.
In a panic, I asked her how she knew so much. She told me her cousin worked as an administrative assistant at that company, so she knew many things.
I stopped talking. At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of relief—the relief of having a reason to cheat. Anyway, I knew what I had to do. You're unkind, so I'll be unkind too. You're making me a cuckold before we're even married? I won't do that losing proposition! So I angrily pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom.
The vixen sat on the sink looking at me with a very peculiar smile. I saw her large breasts, full and bulging, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Perhaps needing release, perhaps needing revenge, I didn't say anything, but grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. The little vixen giggled and asked me how it felt. I said, "It feels good, anyway."
She happily kissed me, then unbuttoned her top. As the buttons unfurled, her full, plump breasts sprang out. Even with a bra, they still appeared incredibly large and full, with a deep cleavage between them.
I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and ears, and she giggled and said it tickled. I lifted her bra, and her large breasts sprang out, appearing even larger and whiter, with her nipples already hardening.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking it. She giggled and panted, her hand also touching my penis.
The little vixen skillfully unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand inside my pants, grabbing my large penis. She laughed, saying, "Look how hard you are!" I grunted in response and quickly stripped her naked.
I guided my hot, hard penis, aiming the glans at her wet, fleshy opening, and then thrust into her. I immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation travel from the glans to my perineum and tailbone, then straight up my spine to my brain. Once inside, I realized her vagina was much tighter than I'd imagined, but incredibly wet and slippery, like walking on damp moss after a rain.
The little vixen cried out, "It feels so good! Yes, right here… insert it here… yes… deeper!" As I thrust in and out, her juices began to flow, making gurgling sounds. I felt my testicles slapping against her narrow vulva, a perfect, satisfying sensation, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. This erotic sound directly stimulated my senses, making me feel as if I were floating on clouds, indulging in some unknown pleasure.
As we rocked back and forth, she asked me, "How is it? Is it comfortable? How does it compare to your girlfriend?" I said, "You're so deep." Mentioning my girlfriend, I really felt a strong urge to penetrate her completely, so I thrust in hard and deep. She laughed and said, "You're almost piercing me through! You're almost inside my uterus!"
The little vixen moaned lasciviously, and my hands, as she requested, grasped her breasts, gently kneading them. Her breasts were full, and the wanton expression on her face, along with her seductive eyes, gave me immense satisfaction! I could feel that she was truly enjoying being played with by me! Her entire body was aroused by the penetration of my penis! This gave me the thrill of conquering her!
She groaned, a seductive and alluring expression appearing on her pale face, her half-closed eyes hazy, her sexy mouth slightly open, moaning, "So good... Brother Wei... you're fucking me... so good... so amazing... ah... ah... harder..."
The little vixen's loud moans stimulated me to fuck her harder, watching my penis go in and out of her pink flesh hole, each thrust turning her labia inside out, bringing out a lot of lustful fluid, accompanied by "splashing" sounds. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her slender waist, pulling her towards me with all my might, our genitals colliding with a "slap, slap" sound.
The little vixen closed her eyes, continuing to sway her slender waist slowly, enjoying the pleasure my hands and my penis brought her. Her waist gradually swayed faster and faster, and her upper body gradually leaned against my hands, showing that she was beginning to lose strength. I thrust my hips forcefully, my thick penis going in and out of her hole.
I spread her thighs wider and continued to work hard, the more I went, the more I felt her fluids increasing, so much so that it was almost flowing. I felt that my lower body was completely wet with her fluids, just like hers. Her skills were excellent; her vagina seemed to contract, sometimes loosening and sometimes suddenly tightening. She lifted her buttocks and rubbed my glans with the depths of her vagina, her movements gentle yet skillful.
How could I possibly resist her response! Amidst her wanton moans and cries, my perineum twitched, my glans went numb, and my whole body trembled, contracting from my tailbone to my spine. My semen gushed out wildly, completely penetrating her depths. I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my back, a feeling of exhaustion mixed with a soft, incredibly pleasurable sensation. For the
next few nights, I waited for her, and we made love in her house, passion and desire colliding intensely. I also understood why she had said she wanted revenge on the woman who stole her man when she first saw me trying to seduce her—a fact I was happy to witness. I was no longer afraid of being cheated on by my girlfriend, because I had already decided to divorce her.
Three months later, I broke up with her, taking most of the assets, including the new house. Soon after, I married my first lover in this very house. The other woman later moved out of the apartment; some said she had reconciled with her ex-boyfriend, others said she had found a richer "meal ticket."

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