Xiao Jie, the goddess of married women

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The main reason I'm writing this honest article is to share about this goddess I know and what she's like in real life.
We've entered an era where looks matter, and many goddesses have suddenly appeared, including one I know.
Xiao Jie is my colleague's wife. Ever since I secretly saw Xiao Jie's photos on my colleague's phone, I've been captivated by her beauty, constantly fantasizing about having sex with her. But goddesses aren't so easy to win over. Our company organizes a group dinner every month, and everyone brings their spouses. That was my happiest time; I could look at other people's wives at the table and continue fantasizing about her.
Xiao Jie is undeniably beautiful—an oval face, a high nose, and alluring eyes that exude charm, especially when she smiles with her eyes slightly closed—it's simply torture for any man.
A year has passed in the blink of an eye. We've had dinner together more than ten times. Because I like Xiao Jie, I've cultivated a good relationship with her husband at work. I often tentatively mention his wife in front of him, and because we're close, he doesn't mind.
Later, I added Xiaojie on WeChat. Many of my colleagues had her on WeChat too. That night, after we became friends, I was incredibly excited. Behind my wife's back, I hid in the study, pretending to have work to do, and scrolled through her WeChat Moments, admiring each of her selfies one by one. There were probably nearly 100 selfies. As I looked at them, my hand unconsciously slipped into my pants, and I started masturbating while looking at the photos on her phone, staring at her beautiful face.
I don't know how many times I masturbated in front of Xiaojie. Sometimes I felt that masturbating while looking at this perfectly beautiful woman was more enjoyable than having sex with my wife.
I also often shared recordings of myself playing guitar in my social circle. Because I've practiced since I was a child, although it's just as an amateur, after more than 10 years of playing, I have a certain level of skill. This skill captivated her. I used this opportunity to talk to her about playing the guitar.
She said she loved the sound of an acoustic guitar and really wanted to learn. Of course, I seized the opportunity and offered to teach her. But she said she had to take care of her child, who was only six months old at the time, and didn't have time to practice. This reason left me unable to persuade her further; after all, she was my colleague's wife, and saying too much would arouse suspicion, and I was also afraid that saying too much would offend her.
More than half a year passed, and to my utter surprise, one day she messaged me, showing off her newly bought acoustic guitar, saying she had decided to start practicing. I asked her if she had time. She said she did; her child was already one year old and was being cared for by her in-laws, giving her more freedom. She also said she hadn't looked for work since having the baby. At
that moment, I firmly believed I had seen a glimmer of hope.
On Saturdays and Sundays, I would take my guitar to their house. Of course, my colleague was also home, so it was like a private tutoring session. We would play in her study for about an hour to an hour and a half each time, and then I would go home. She even offered to pay me tuition, but I refused.
For about three months, she practiced quite diligently and learned a lot of chords. When we were together, we would play the two instruments together and sing along – an absolute weapon for picking up girls, no doubt about it.
All of this was normal. I remember not long after, her husband started working overtime at the company on weekends because of a special project. I usually went to her house every Saturday afternoon, but I knew her husband was working overtime and she was home alone. So, before I left, I messaged her as usual to say I was leaving. She told me not to come because she was home alone. I thought about it and realized it wasn't a good idea. I replied to her saying I wasn't a bad person… After exchanging some playful messages, I naturally said I wouldn't go, because if I went, things would get complicated.
I had already given up, but half an hour later, she messaged me again saying, "Come on over." I asked why she had changed her mind. She said that after all this time, I wasn't a bad person, and even if her husband knew I was going, he should believe me. I grabbed my instrument and rushed over.
It's hard to describe the feeling. Usually when I go to her house, I joke around with my colleagues for a while, then go inside to be alone. With her husband outside, I don't think much of it, except maybe glance at her neckline and thighs.
But this time, when I went inside, I could sense that they both seemed a little shy. It felt strange and awkward; there were several awkward silences as they didn't speak. Then they
played the piano and sang. After a while, since it was getting late, almost 6 pm, and time for dinner, I said I should go home. I explained that if her husband came back, things would be complicated. She thought for a moment, told me to wait, and then called her husband.
She didn't use her cell phone; she used a landline. Her landline was a cartoon-shaped phone hanging on the bedroom wall. I watched her back as she faced the wall, making the call. Looking at her back, I instantly got hard. Xiao Jie, 170cm tall, stood there with her long, beautiful legs crossed, completely naked. She was wearing a pink lace-trimmed slip dress at home; the silky texture looked incredibly nice. Her buttocks were round and facing me. I really wanted to rush up to her and have sex with her from behind; my eyes couldn't leave her buttocks.
She asked her husband if he could come home for dinner, sounding very concerned and wanting him to come home. But he said no, her husband's team had all ordered food at the company and couldn't come home. She asked what time he'd be back. Although her husband said he wasn't sure what time he'd finish, he definitely wouldn't be earlier than 10 pm.
I knew that perfectly well; when company projects got busy, working non-stop during the day was common.
After hanging up the phone, the moment she glanced back at me, I felt my face and neck burn. I really didn't expect that I, a man, would feel shy and incredibly nervous, like I'd done something wrong.
Xiao Jie is 31, and I'm 28, three years older than me. She's like an older sister to me. She asked if I was hungry, and I shook my head. We sat side by side on the sofa, both holding our violins, but neither of us played. It seemed the atmosphere for playing had faded. That's how it is when you're an amateur; the enthusiasm lasts an hour, and then nobody plays much anymore. It's not like professionals who practice eight hours a day.
I said, "Since your husband isn't coming back, I'm not worried. Whether he knows I'm here or not, it's better not to be seen." She smiled shyly, a small smile that didn't show her teeth, but it revealed dimples. She nodded at me, saying my thinking was correct. She was also afraid her husband would suspect something, so she told him today that I wouldn't be coming. I was shocked to hear that; she had been lying all along. I said, "Then I'll keep it a secret too. Let's pretend I never came today."
She put down her piano and said that since she was like an older sister, she should take care of me. She explained that I had been diligently teaching her piano for the past few months, which had been very hard work, and offered to cook for me so I could try her cooking. I politely declined briefly, saying, "Okay, I'm honored."
Perhaps it was because we had played together for so long, but watching her busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron over her little dress, her long, reddish-brown curly hair cascading down her back, her arms and legs bare, her tall figure, cooking in the kitchen, felt like something out of an adult film.
I went to her bathroom, took out my penis to pee, but long strands had already formed. I touched my underwear, and it was sticky and wet. After I finished, I saw a woven old clothes basket next to the washing machine, filled with clothes. I immediately got excited; a sudden feeling surged in my mind—there was treasure inside.
I'm not a shut-in, nor am I a pervert, but seeing my goddess's old clothes basket instantly transformed me. I rummaged through it, and holy crap, under the t-shirts were bras, panties, stockings—everything imaginable. I immediately got aroused, my penis hard. I took out her pantyhose and smelled them, but they had no odor. Did she wash them every day?
I put the pantyhose on my penis and slowly started masturbating. Maybe I had been holding back for a long time, because after the pantyhose rubbed against my glans a few times, I couldn't take it anymore. I was surprised, so fast? Absolutely not. I hadn't used her toilet in so long. So many treasures were here. I had to play with them to my heart's content.
I found her panties. Holy crap, who would have thought? This seemingly quiet and elegant young lady from a wealthy family had such tiny panties! They were made of red silk, and they felt so smooth to the touch. Without thinking, I took off all my pants and put them on. My god, they were so tight they were practically suffocating! My erection stretched them out. The fabric was so small, just a tiny piece in the front, barely covering half of my penis, leaving the glans sticking out.
Then I carefully put on her black stockings. It was the first time I'd ever worn black stockings. I used to always feel disgusted by pictures of men wearing stockings, but today I was wearing them without hesitation. The smooth feel of those stockings was indescribably amazing. I pulled them up—the goddess was so thin! The stockings were almost bursting from my legs. It took a lot of effort to get them on. I gripped the stockings and wrapped them around my penis, rubbing them a few times, and then I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated—all inside the stockings. I was terrified. I thought I'd done something horrible.
I used a lot of tissues to wipe and wipe, removing the semen from her stockings and underwear. I didn't dare throw the wad of tissues in the trash; instead, I flushed it down the toilet.
When I came out of the bathroom, she asked why I took so long. I said embarrassedly, "It was a big one." We both laughed. I squeezed into the kitchen with her and helped her cook. She said no, and told me to go watch TV in the living room while she waited, but I still helped. It felt so wonderful. Let's leave aside what happened
during dinner. From then on, I often chatted with her on WeChat at night. We never used to chat like that, but now it was like chatting with an online friend. Gradually, she got into it, saying she had a lot to say but nowhere else, so she told me. Later, we chatted like boyfriend and girlfriend, and she even asked me what I thought of her.
After that, I invited her to my house to play the piano a few times. Each time, she came alone, without her piano. When I asked why, she said she hadn't dared tell her husband she was coming to my house, so she said she was out shopping with her girlfriends.
I've been taking time off work more and more often. I'll leave with my wife in the morning, then sneak home to call her over for a piano lesson and lunch. I've started to get increasingly handsy, casually touching her shoulder or something. She doesn't resist, but after a few seconds, she pulls my hand away.
Not long after, I went to her house again, this time during the day. I took time off work, and I didn't bring my piano. We just played a few notes together, taking turns, and then watched TV and chatted.
We sat side-by-side on the sofa watching a Blu-ray movie. She played an old film, a romance. I said, "Shouldn't you watch this kind of movie with your husband?" She said she just liked watching this movie and told me not to get the wrong idea. But our arms were touching the whole time, so I mustered up the courage to put my arm around her shoulder.
She didn't react excessively, she just bent down, and my arm slid down. Then she smiled at me and asked softly, "What are you doing?" I was really scared. We'd been married for less than a year, and I hadn't cheated on her. But after ten minutes, I tried to hug her again.
She grabbed my hand and said, "Look properly, this isn't good!" I said I couldn't look properly, I was distracted. I said, "Can I just put my hand on your shoulder like this?" She hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, otherwise you won't be able to watch the movie properly." So I put my hand on her shoulder.
My hand slowly pretended to relax and let it hang down, my fingertips occasionally touching her nipples. She didn't resist. My heart was pounding. Slowly, I gently massaged her breasts through her clothes.
Her breasts weren't big or small, and I could feel that she was wearing a bra, but the bra was full. After a few touches, she stopped me, saying that she was very reserved and wouldn't let me touch her like that.
I spent the whole afternoon there and didn't do anything. When I got home, I was filled with regret. I felt so cowardly, and I even questioned whether I should have forced myself on her.
A few days later, something unexpected happened. In broad daylight, she suddenly called me, saying she was hanging out with a friend at a farmhouse in the suburbs and would be staying overnight. She asked if I wanted to come. I was completely stunned. How could I tell my wife I was going out for the night? I hung up, and hundreds of lies were racing through my mind.
She asked me several more times on WeChat. I wanted to clarify things, so I asked what I was doing there, which friend I was with, and
where I was staying.
Maybe it was my cowardice that annoyed her, but she said it was fine if I didn't want to come.
I hung up and thought about it carefully. I realized how stupid I was. My goddess was calling me; why did I need so many questions? I quickly called my wife and said I was working overtime all night. My wife believed me because she knew the nature of our jobs.
I left work early at 5 PM, before the workday ended, and took a taxi straight to the suburbs. The address she gave me was very detailed; the taxi fare was over 200 yuan, but I felt it was worth it.
Following her instructions on WeChat, I arrived at the farmhouse, told the owner my room number, and she said someone had booked it for me and I
could just go and check in. When I checked into the room, she told me how great it was that I had actually come, that she hadn't misjudged me, and asked why I had lied to my wife. I said I was working overtime, and she said she was happy I would lie to see her.
At 10 PM, she called me, saying she was actually staying on the same floor, in the next room, with her best friend. I was utterly speechless, completely stunned. I had so many questions I wanted to ask; I had spent half the afternoon and the entire evening alone in the room. Now she said she was right next door. Then she told me to sleep alone, that she had only suddenly missed me at noon and had called me. Then I heard the flushing sound, guessing she was in the bathroom, and I hung up and went to sleep, feeling terrible, like I had been tricked and played.
I felt like I'd slept for a while when the phone rang. My first, groggy thought was that it was my wife calling. I quickly snapped back to reality; since I'd been working all night, I couldn't sound sleepy.
I said "Hello," and heard someone on the other end say, "Are you asleep?" I said no, it was only 1 a.m. Then I checked my phone again. But when I looked at the number, it was Xiao Jie calling. I thought it was my wife. She said if I wasn't asleep, I should open the door. I hung up, quickly got up, and patted my face—it was definitely me. Then I heard a soft knock.
I opened the door quickly. It was Xiao Jie. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a tight-fitting sundress that accentuated her figure perfectly. I had to tilt my head slightly to look at her. She was wearing high heels, and the silver dress shimmered under the room's lights. She wore black stockings and blue high heels studded with tiny sparkling diamonds.
I closed the door and let her in. I smelled a strong odor of alcohol. I said, "Have you been drinking?" She nodded, then collapsed onto my bed. I was still naked, wearing only my underwear. Seeing her lying on my bed, her eyes glazed over, I asked her if she'd had too much to drink. She shook her head with her eyes closed, saying no, she hadn't had too much. Although I don't drink at all, I knew she was definitely drunk.
But I didn't care if she was uncomfortable from being drunk; I only thought about her body, so I lay down next to her.
"You little rascal, have you liked me for a long time?" she asked, running her hand through her hair. Her face was incredibly alluring. I said, "Yes, what man wouldn't like you?" "Really?"
She smiled, a more unrestrained laugh than usual after getting drunk, a loud, boisterous laugh that threw her head back. My hand caressed her waist. She said her sister had gone on a blind date and really liked the guy, but she'd been dumped. They'd just been drinking. I asked, "Where's your sister?" She said, "She was taken advantage of by her, she's sleeping right now."
I said, "Was she so drunk she was passed out, and you sneaked out?" She nodded and said yes, without telling her friends I was next door. She said she already knew she'd get drunk tonight, so she asked me to keep her company.
Her speech became fragmented, and I didn't talk to her much. My hand kept stroking her legs, thinking that this girl was even more alluring when she was drunk, so captivating.
Her hands weakly slapped mine away, and she mumbled, "Don't touch me like that, you're taking advantage of me!" I knew she didn't understand what she was saying; she was delirious. I said, "Yes, I am taking advantage of you. I can't just touch your legs, I also want to touch your breasts." With that, I used my other hand to rub her breasts through her skirt.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, her hands limp as if in surrender. She wasn't speaking anymore. I knelt beside her, pressed my head against her thigh, and smelled her stockings. Ah, so fragrant! She smelled not only of alcohol but also of perfume.
I kept smelling until I reached under her skirt, then slowly pulled it up, watching it slide past her hips, revealing the black stockings at the top. My penis was already rock hard. I pressed my fingers against her genitals, and she reacted slightly, starting to shake her head. I pressed my fingers against her vulva, slowly increasing the intensity of the trembling. She started moaning, letting out soft groans, and even spread her legs.
Like swimming the breaststroke, I used my hand to support her knees and push her up, making her legs form an M shape. I covered her vulva with my whole palm and rubbed it back and forth. I had been holding back my desire to have sex with her for two whole years. I was getting impatient. I ripped open the crotch patch of her stockings, revealing her panties. This time, they were a pretty pair. I parted the hole in the stockings and looked at her panties. Her vulva was bulging and hard. I licked her panties with my tongue. I was incredibly aroused.
At this moment, she clamped her legs around my back. With a push, I was on top of her. She hugged my head and kissed me. She seemed to have regained some consciousness. She half-opened her eyes and said to me, "You little brat, you played with my stockings in my bathroom last time?" I quickly said no.
"Pah, still being stubborn. You left. I quickly went to check my clothes. There was dried semen all over my stockings. What do you think happened?" I couldn't answer, so I kissed her forcefully, silencing her.
After kissing for a while, she said, "If you want to come in, go ahead!" I was even more nervous than her. I said "okay," then pulled my underwear to the side, took out my penis, and lay on top of her. I rubbed my penis against her underwear a few times, then knelt down. I wanted to see what her vagina looked like, so I pulled down her underwear and stockings together, up to her knees, and lifted her legs up, suspending them in the air. Her vagina was covered with thick pubic hair, but her lower body was very thin, and her lower abdomen was flat. Her vagina was as thin as a person.
Although I had bought a box of condoms after I came here, I didn't bother to get them now. I just held my penis and thrust it in. Her vagina was very slippery and wet. My glans rubbed against the entrance and went all the way in. This was different from my wife. My wife is very dry, and I have to poke around at the entrance for a while before slowly inserting it.
Maybe it's because she's had children, but her vagina was definitely looser than my wife's virgin vagina. But that actually felt better, and it was easier to penetrate her. When my penis went in, she cried out and gripped my wrist tightly. I started thrusting my hips, thrusting into her. I looked down at my penis going in and out of this goddess's vagina, and I felt incredibly good. My penis felt her vagina suddenly contract and clamp down on me, just like when I clench my fist tightly when I masturbate.
I moved a couple of times, and she was really tight after clamping down. After a few more movements, the pleasure surged up. I thought I couldn't move anymore, so I pushed her over and turned her over to lie face down. I lay on her back and whispered in her ear, "Do you like big dicks?" She didn't answer. I asked again, but she still didn't answer, only saying, "Come in!" I pulled her waist, making her butt stick out, and then penetrated her from behind. Her butt was round and plump, very nice and perky. I pressed down on her butt and thrust, feeling like only half of my penis was inside, probably because of her perky butt.
I was still about to ejaculate after a couple of thrusts, so I left it inside her without moving. She mumbled, "Why aren't you moving? Don't stop, push harder." But I could really feel my semen was about to be released.
I said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going to ejaculate after a few thrusts." I had no choice but to confess. She pouted and whined, "No~ no, let's do it a little longer. Ugh~ I hate you." I said, "If you want to do it a little longer, you have to rest." She asked, "How about you pull it out and I'll lick it for you?" I said, "Great!" I lifted my hips, and the process of pulling out felt good. I felt a gush of semen flowing out, and then I brought my penis to her mouth.
She held my penis, stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the glans, then took it in. I'm more comfortable with oral sex and rarely ejaculate. My current wife never gives me oral sex; it was my ex-girlfriend who liked it.
"Ugh, spit, spit!" she spat out. "Did you ejaculate? It's still sticky and smelly." I said no, no, and forcefully shoved my penis back into her mouth. To be honest, she wasn't as good at licking as my ex-girlfriend. My ex-girlfriend could lick in all sorts of ways, but she didn't. She just held it in her mouth, her tongue circling around the glans.
I felt even more excited at this moment. Watching the goddess suck my cock was so beautiful, and the thought of her being someone else's wife was also exciting.
After licking it dozens of times, she spat it out and said she wouldn't lick anymore. I pressed down on her again. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide. I penetrated her. This time it was much better; the urge to ejaculate was gone. I pushed her skirt up all the way to her neck, revealing her bra and panties, which were a set. I pushed the bra up as well.
I leaned down, taking advantage of this hard-won opportunity, and slowly thrust into her, licking her breasts. Her nipples and areolas were a bit dark brown. After all, she was a 30-year-old woman and a mother. I bit her nipple, pulling it upwards until it was deformed, which felt incredibly arousing.
I asked her, "How does your husband usually fuck you?" She shook her head and said, "Him? He's no good." "How often do you two fuck?" I asked again.
"Once a week."
I tried to ease the tension by chatting, but after only a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and started thrusting hard. She moaned a few times, saying, "Oh, that's good, harder, deeper, harder." I really wanted the woman in my arms to be penetrated a lot more, so I ejaculated once before pulling out, and then it all landed on her lower abdomen.
I lit a cigarette, lay down to the side, and looked at her disheveled, limp body on the bed. I thought, this is what a goddess is like, she also wants to be fucked. I took out my phone and filmed her from head to toe, filming me kneading her breasts, spreading her labia with my hands, and carefully filming her vagina.
I had just finished a cigarette and was about to cuddle with her when she suddenly opened her eyes, looked surprised to see me, and said, "Oh, you... how come you're sleeping in my bed?" I said, "Yes, we just finished."
She quickly sat up, noticing her clothes had been pulled open and her stockings were down to her knees. She hurriedly put her clothes back on. "How could you do this to me? You and my husband are colleagues." I said she came to find me herself, and she finally realized what had happened. She looked around and said, "Why is this my room?" Then she put on her shoes and left in a panic.
I think she was drunk and didn't know what had just happened, but she knew something had occurred. She went to her bedroom, and I was exhausted in the middle of the night, but she wouldn't sleep. She said she had taken a shower and kept typing, asking me why I had treated her like that. Finally, she begged me to keep it a secret, and I said of course I would.

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