The doctor next door's wife

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I was sick and didn't go to work today, and guess what? I discovered that a beautiful lady lives next door. I had just gone 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 toddler of about two or three years old. She was quite pretty, wearing a halter top 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 halter top. Her son was very mischievous, always running and jumping around, and the lady had to follow him and watch over him. Seeing her breasts bounce as she ran after her son, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of heat in my lower body. I stared intently, wondering if she would reveal anything, but I didn't dare to look too obviously. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything. When I got into the elevator, I realized she lived on the same floor as me. Why had I never seen her before? She was standing in front of me, bending down to wipe her son's face! Ah! I saw that half of her breasts almost popped out, and her cleavage was clearly visible. Her breasts were plump and full, and I could vaguely see that she was wearing a black bra. At that moment, I almost couldn't resist reaching out my hand.
I noticed that her breasts were not only large, but also looked very 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 found out that she lived next door, so we stood together and opened our doors separately.
This time, she bent down again to put down the vegetables she had bought, and of course, I didn't miss the opportunity to admire her. This time, seeing her up close, she looked even better, more three-dimensional, truly hard to describe in words.
Later, when she opened the door, I casually asked her husband's surname, and why I had never seen her around the neighborhood before. It turned out that 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 people now like to "keep mistresses" on the mainland; it turns out that mainland women are too beautiful.
Later, when I got home, I was still replaying the events of the previous day in my mind, and I couldn't help but masturbate several times. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I had no choice but to open the door. It was the same woman from before. This time, she wasn't wearing an overcoat, only that suspender vest. 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 immediately.
It turned out she had come to see me because her TV reception was faulty, and she wanted to ask if my house was okay, wondering if the antenna on the roof was malfunctioning. After checking, I told her my house was fine, and I 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 the child was already asleep, and no one else was home. I then 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 really firm and elastic. Perhaps because we were moving the TV, she didn't notice. So I deliberately brushed against 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 was touching her nipples.
Her nipples seemed to be erect. I wondered if she noticed something was different, but she didn't seem angry; 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 just loose; it would be fine if I tightened it. I even said to her with a double entendre, "If you insert something, you have to insert it tightly. If it still doesn't work, you have to try a few more times."
Who knew she understood my dirty joke? She laughed out loud.
Later, when we needed to move the TV back, I offered to help her, standing behind her and carrying it 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 elastic her buttocks were. Seeing that she didn't avoid it, I naturally pressed my advantage, continuing to touch her with my lower body, slowly penetrating deeper.
Her breathing suddenly became faster, 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 touch. Overjoyed, I thought I had succeeded, so I used all my skills to slowly tease her with my lower body while moving the TV. I almost ejaculated; it was so exciting!
After moving the TV, I took the opportunity to place my hand on her breast as I pulled my hand away from the TV. She only made a soft "Mmm~" sound, but didn't resist or move away.
Since that was the case, I certainly 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 to her lower body. I touched her under her shorts and found that her genitals were already wet; she was already aroused.
So I started to roam over her body, even reaching inside her clothes to directly caress her vulva. Her breasts were smooth and had a superb texture. I thought to myself, "I won't get to enjoy the taste of a respectable young woman
this time." Just then, the phone rang. At first, even she didn't want to answer it, preferring to let me continue touching her. But then, perhaps afraid the ringing would wake her son, she immediately ran to answer the phone. As
soon as she ran away, my hand, which had been caressing her lower body, left her, covered in her juices, wet and sticky.
I anxiously waited for her to finish the call so we could continue our good time, but after she finished, she told me that 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. She blushed and laughed, calling me a bad boy, but then kissed me.
After returning home, I had to masturbate several times to calm my burning desire. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance with her again
. That day, after I got home, I kept thinking about the beautiful scene we shared. Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking that if I met her again, I could do whatever I wanted.
But who knew that I hadn't seen her for a whole week since then? Sometimes when I went to work, I would sneak a peek at her house to see if anyone was home. But it seemed like no one lived there; there were no lights and no sound. Every day I hoped to see her again, but I didn't have the courage to knock on her door. What if her husband answered? Would I say I wanted to have sex with his wife?
You have no idea how miserable I've been these past few days. Every day, I went out full of hope, but came home with disappointment. The worst part is that I almost slept with her last time. What you can't have is the best, especially after caressing her smooth breasts and touching her private parts—it's unforgettable.
These past few days, I haven't even had the heart to look at girls on the street. Sometimes, even seeing a girl wearing a mourning dress reminds me of her. Sigh!
But finally, my efforts paid off. This morning, when I was leaving work, I ran into her at the elevator. I was incredibly nervous and could only manage a greeting, telling her it felt like I hadn't seen her in ages. After that, we went to the back stairwell to talk (it wouldn't be good if other residents saw us).
It turned out she had gone to stay at her grandmother's house this week, and also because she wanted her son to be able to attend a better kindergarten next year, she would be staying with her grandmother for the entire summer.
Hearing this, I thought, "Does this mean we have no chance?" and my mood immediately plummeted. I casually asked her, "Is the TV still working?" She said no.
I asked her again if she had any problems, and she said no. Then I told her that I really didn't mean it that time; she was just so attractive that I had those inappropriate thoughts.
Women probably all like to be complimented, and she seemed very happy. She asked me why I found her attractive, and 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.
Then 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.
Hearing me compliment her figure, she lightly hit me and jokingly called me a lecher. I immediately told her, "Yes, I am, this lecher wants to be lecherous again! I've been thinking about her so much this week."
Seeing my serious look, she asked if I was serious, and I immediately swore it was absolutely true. She said I was just being sweet-talking, and she didn't know which part was true. I 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 immediately.
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 go back quickly. Not wanting to miss this great opportunity, I pressed her on when I could see her again. She said she would go home tomorrow to do some housework and would contact me then, so we exchanged phone numbers. However, she repeatedly warned 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 back in 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 when we met tomorrow, as she was really in a hurry and had to leave. I then asked her if I could touch her breasts before I left, as
I really wanted to kiss her. At first, she said no, not wanting anyone to see. I persuaded her that it was okay, it would be quick, and since it was the back staircase, no one would see her. After my persistent pleading, she finally agreed.
I immediately reached inside her clothes and caressed her long-lost breasts, even lifting her clothes and bra. This time, I could finally face her breasts directly—so beautiful! 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 react, moaning softly, "Mmm~ Ahh~".
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 someone sees."
Not wanting to end things on bad terms, I told her I respected her decision, and that it was fine if she couldn't.
Afterward, 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, but I plan to take tomorrow off and wait for her call at home.
The next morning, I got up early, took a shower, and waited for her call, but she didn't call 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 sneaking a peek at her door to see if she had gone home. Finally, at 3 p.m., 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 go in 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 turned out she was wearing a very sexy nightgown. The top was a silk off-white camisole with straps, which accentuated her impressive breasts. The camisole couldn't cover them at all; I could see about a third of her breasts, especially the sides, which were basically completely exposed, their rounded curves clearly visible. What's even more amazing is that she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were faintly visible beneath her 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.
This sensual 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 just covered her buttocks, highlighting her snow-white legs—ah! So beautiful!
I noticed 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; if the neighbors saw her dressed like that, it would be disastrous.
After I went in, she said she had some things to tidy up and told me not to be shy and to sit wherever I wanted.
I sat on the sofa watching her tidy up the house. She moved around, her breasts and hips swaying. Sometimes she bent over, her breasts almost falling out completely; sometimes the straps of her vest fell down, and she didn't immediately fix them, leaving her nipples peeking out—very alluring.
My lower body grew harder and harder, the tip of my penis 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 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 a truly amazing 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 looked a little swollen—probably because she'd had a child. Last time I could only touch it, but this time I could see it clearly; she was really hot!
Later, she noticed me peeking at her and laughed, calling me a pervert. She said I was just using her as an excuse to peek.
I stuck out my tongue and laughed, saying, "It's all because you're so sexy. It would be stupid not to look at such a beauty." I wanted to get intimate with her right now! Because she had aroused me so much that 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 lower body is really hard." She 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 said that, I had no choice but to obey and obediently went to take a shower.
As I undressed in the bathroom, I was mentally planning how to call her in for a romantic swim. Finally, an idea struck me. I told her in the bathroom that her water heater seemed to be malfunctioning, with no hot water.
She came in to check, and when she opened the door, seeing me completely naked, her erection was instantly aroused. She was stunned. I seized the opportunity, grabbed her hand, pulled her into the bathroom, and held her tightly, saying, "How about we shower together?"
She softly agreed. I began kissing her cherry-like lips, my hands starting to wander, caressing every part of her body. Sometimes I slipped my hand inside her pajamas to fondle her breasts, sometimes inside her pajama bottoms to rub her genitals. While constantly arousing her desire, I skillfully removed all her clothes.
This was the first time I'd 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 because she had given birth. But her waist is slender, I think it's about 24 inches, without any excess fat.
Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, like a dark forest. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, 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 unnatural, her body a bit 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 to hug me tightly and respond to my kisses passionately, and of course I wouldn't let her go, we had a wet kiss, I put my whole tongue into her mouth, at that moment, my lower body reacted intensely, harder than ever before, so hard that it hurt a little.
I kept playing with her breasts with one hand, while the other kept stroking her back, she seemed to be getting more and more excited, in addition to hugging me tightly, she also lightly grabbed my lower body with one hand, this action made me feel like I was being electrocuted, my body couldn't help but tremble.
She kept stroking my penis with her hand, and I was so excited I let out a cry. I was really afraid I'd ejaculate right then and there, but thankfully I managed to hold back.
Then, she knelt down and put my penis in her mouth to lick it. I never dreamed that on our first time together, she'd be willing to give me oral sex. I immediately got into position and let her serve me.
I don't know if she often gave oral sex to her husband or had given oral sex to many people, but her technique was truly top-notch. Besides sucking my penis, she also kept stimulating my scrotum with her hand, and sometimes licked my genitals with her tongue.
I'd never experienced anything like this before. Even my ex-girlfriends, when they were willing to give me oral sex, just kept moving up and down, without all this skill.
When I was really 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 very tight, but it was very wet, and I penetrated all the way in at once. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah~" Then I thrust in and out forcefully, trying to push my penis deep into her body, and she cooperated by moving up and down in rhythm with my movements. Her breathing became rapid, and her heavy breathing told me that she was enjoying it and becoming excited.
When I was almost there, I lifted her other leg, and her legs naturally wrapped 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 let out a "Ah~".
Later, her legs squeezed tighter and tighter, and I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the speed and force, and her cries turned into continuous moans.
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 limp, unable to move; so did I, my legs a little weak. Standing intercourse, having to lift each other, was incredibly strenuous, but perhaps because we were so excited, we didn't feel tired.
Afterwards, we showered together, lathering each other with soap, and then I could 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 her, 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 even for an entire month. Her sister saw her husband having dinner with a girl in mainland China and told her, that's how she found out.
The girl looked to be only in her late teens or early twenties. I comforted her, saying her husband was really wrong to have such a beautiful wife and still want 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 I just 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 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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