Behind my husband's back, I peeled back the layers of my heart (01-03)

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This morning, the sky was filled with clean, white clouds, shielding the scorching sun. Coupled with the occasional cool breeze,
it was a rare, refreshing day in the sweltering summer heat, yet I felt slightly down.

My husband works an office job at a small company and is always at work, leaving me alone at home.
I had finally managed to arrange to meet a female friend from my student days to see an early movie, but her husband had to go on a business trip at the last minute,
forcing her to stay home with the children and miss the appointment. By the time I received the call and learned the news, I had already gotten out of
a taxi and arrived outside the department store.

I had even dressed up specially today: a light pinkish-blue shirt, a white knee-length skirt, and pinkish-purple high heels.
I really didn't want to just head home like that. Should I go into the cinema by myself?

Just as I reached the cinema floor and was about to queue for tickets, a somewhat
familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Xinyu!" I turned around at the sound of the voice.

"Senior!" It was my senior from university! He had taken great care of me during our school days, and
I had admired him for a long time. However, we gradually lost touch after graduation, and I never expected to run into him here.

"You came to see a movie alone?"

"No, I had made plans with a friend, but she couldn't come at the last minute. After all, she's a mother now and has to take care of
her child! Unlike me, I'm usually all alone at home, bored and not knowing what to do! My husband has to work and doesn't have
time to spend with me either."

"What movie were you originally going to see?"

"Unfaithful, starring Richard Gere."

"Haha, what a coincidence! I was also going to see this movie! Why don't we watch it together? I'll go buy the tickets, you
wait for me here."

My senior was still as sunny and energetic as ever. His gym clothes and athletic shorts couldn't hide his muscular
physique . Compared to my husband's gentle demeanor, he was more attractive to girls! Even I, a married woman,
couldn't help but feel a little flutter in my heart. Why isn't my senior married yet... Sigh! Don't think too much about it.

"Tickets bought! As expected of a weekday early showing, there was no one else reserving seats. I chose a seat in the middle towards
the back . Do you want to buy something to eat in there?"

"Get me a Big Hamburger and two tea eggs."

The movie was about to start, and my senior carried the food and followed me into the theater. Sure enough, it was just the two of us in the whole theater. I
sat down and ate my Big Hamburger while watching the movie.

As the plot unfolded, some sentimental scenes began to appear, such as
the scene where the female lead and the second male lead were having an affair and making love in the bathroom of a coffee shop, or the scene where the female lead had a bed scene at the second male lead's place. At

first, my senior's left hand was outstretched and holding my right hand, but I don't know when it started, it was
lightly placed on my right leg, and his palm was right at the junction of my skirt and thigh. At first, I didn't notice
it, but now that I suddenly realized it, I couldn't help but fantasize that my senior might put his
hand under my skirt and touch me, or even the wet area between my legs. Such fantasies made my whole body
gradually heat up.

At that moment, I noticed a small mound between my senior's legs. Could it be that
he felt my body getting hot through my palm and started to have a physical reaction too?

I tried to suppress my increasingly rapid breathing and secretly glanced at the "mound" in my senior's pants, only to find that it
had already grown into a "pyramid."

Imagining the thick shaft inside the pants, the two testicles hanging at the base, and the sperm brimming within,
I involuntarily reached out my right hand and touched the tight shorts, then moved it upwards, slowly pressing it against
the top of the "pyramid." So thick... so hard.

Then, I noticed my wedding ring on my ring finger and thought of my husband at work, assuming that
his wife was watching a movie with a female friend, unaware that she was with another man
in a theater where no one else was around, letting this man's hand rest on her thigh, while her hand rested
on this man's erect penis.

Although it was through his pants, this was the first time I had touched another man's penis. My husband and I had been
dating since middle school, so I had never had any intimate contact with other men before. Yet, this sense of shame, so immoral, resonated
with the film's content, and strangely, a strange pleasure lingered in my heart. I couldn't bear to let go of his hand.

"Senior, don't you like to eat while watching movies? I think watching a movie with a burger and two
tea eggs would be great!" I teased him with suggestive remarks, while slightly spreading open
the waistband of his athletic shorts with my fingers, slowly sliding my palm inside.

"Hmm..." His breathing became rapid.

"You know what I mean, right?" I pressed on, slightly spreading open the waistband of his boxer shorts again,
my palm continuing to slip inside.

"Ah...!" He gasped softly. My palm was already covering the tip of his penis, pressing against the
glans in my palm, allowing me to feel its size and the wetness of pre-ejaculate. I gripped the shaft,
feeling its thickness and hardness, the tingling of the veins, and its length sufficient to penetrate deeply.

I began to move it up and down, feeling it pulsate in my hand. I slowly moved from the glans to
the base , smearing my entire penis with pre-ejaculate.

At that moment, the movie's plot shifted to the female lead arguing with the second male lead in the stairwell outside his apartment,
but then they began eagerly undressing each other. The female lead turned her back to the second male lead, bent over, and thrust her buttocks towards him,
asking, "Do you want to fuck me?" The second male lead also hugged her and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
When the female lead replied, "I want you to fuck me!" the second male lead immediately thrust his hips forcefully, penetrating her
vagina .

With each thrust, my penis throbbed, and the senior's hand on my thigh
tightened its grip. I knew my senior was gradually reaching his climax, so I continued to
tease : "Senior, do you want to be the first person besides my husband to ejaculate in me?"

When I found that this really excited him even more, I pressed my advantage: "Defile me! Make me
no longer pure, make me your woman!"

His penis suddenly swelled even more, and then began to throb like a spasm. I knew what this
meant, so I couldn't help but moan, "So good... hurry... ejaculate on my hand!"

"Xinyu!" My senior called my name softly, and a warm liquid sprayed into my palm,
followed by a second and a third...

Thick semen covered my entire palm. He ejaculated a lot. This was the first time I had ever used my hand to receive
a man's ejaculation. The warm feeling was quite nice.

Without thinking too much, I instinctively took out my usual face and hand towel from my bag with my left hand, used my right hand to hold up
my senior's pants, and gently wiped him with the towel in my left hand. Only while wiping him did I realize that this
towel, which had been used to wipe my senior's penis and was covered in his semen, was going to be used to wipe my face later! The thought
made my cheeks burn. Although I would wash the towel, I still had a strange feeling inside.

As the movie ended, I went to the bathroom to wash the towel. Although I had only
washed it with water, it still smelled of semen, but I couldn't care less now. I'd leave it as it was for now.
On the other hand, there was still a little bit of semen left on my senior's penis in his pants. I wondered if it would make him
uncomfortable .

Next, I invited my senior to lunch with me, and he glanced at me and smiled before agreeing. So we
found a restaurant nearby and had lunch together. During the meal, I couldn't calm down.
How would our senior-junior relationship develop? What would happen next?

Chapter Two: A Brief Taste of Delicious Food

While pondering what would happen next, my senior and I finished our lunch. After leaving the restaurant, I
asked him what his plans were.

"Haha, I don't have any plans, just wandering around!" Being single really
is carefree; you can do whatever you want without any worries. Compared to his strong physique,
it's probably his sunny and easygoing personality that I like more.

"Would you like to come over for a bit, senior? We haven't had a proper chat since graduation."

"Is it convenient? Will it disturb your rest?"

"How could it be? My husband doesn't get off work until late at night, and I get bored being home alone during the day. Just
think of it as keeping me company!" I pleaded with him in a slightly coquettish tone.

"Since you put it that way, then I won't be polite!" He finally accepted my invitation.

So we took a taxi and quickly arrived home. Upon entering the house, I gently
placed my hand on his shoulder, took off my high heels, and headed towards the bedroom.

"I'll go in and change first. Please make yourself at home, senior." As I said this,
I felt that I was actually implying something else: Please treat me like family, don't be shy, and feel free
to unleash .

Just as I started unbuttoning my shirt, I suddenly remembered that there was still some semen left in his pants after I had made him ejaculate that morning
.

"By the way, senior, do you need to... um... wash up a bit?" I asked as I walked back to the living room. Although I had already
unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, and the style and color of my bra and
the cleavage between my breasts were clearly visible from the open collar, I certainly didn't mind showing my body to my senior, even though I did
n't have a particularly impressive figure.

"Um... then I'll just use your bathroom to wash up a bit..." My senior took off his socks and put them on his shoes
before going into the bathroom.

I went back to my bedroom to continue changing. I usually don't wear a bra at
home a guest, I didn't treat him like a stranger at all, so I only wore a sleeveless white loungewear.
Although the pure cotton material wasn't thin enough to be transparent, the loose cut would allow my senior to easily
see my firm side breasts. If I bent over slightly, my senior could easily see the glimpse of my breasts from the drooping
neckline , even my erect nipples. Then I changed out of my skirt and soaking wet underwear, putting on
a pair of heart-patterned underwear and my usual athletic shorts.

Just as I was about to leave the bedroom, I looked up and saw the wedding photo hanging on the wall. I couldn't help but
think of my husband at work, who probably never imagined that his wife had just given another man a handjob for the first time,
invited him into the house, and was about to go out and greet him in such a revealing outfit. The thrill of
this infidelity was irresistible, and the thought of my senior's strong body, thick penis, and
powerful ejaculation was something I had never experienced before. I couldn't resist wanting to take
this .

When I left the bedroom and returned to the living room, my senior had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom, carrying a pair of
boxer shorts, the same ones he had been wearing. It seemed he was only wearing athletic shorts on his lower body.

"Isn't it uncomfortable for you to wear your pants like that?" I asked, putting the boxer shorts into a bag.

"No, not at all! I often wear this at home, it's quite cool," my senior said with a smile.

"Then I'll go pour you a cup of tea, please have a seat!" So I went to the kitchen and poured two cups of tea.

Back in the living room, I deliberately bent down to place the cups on the table, then, still bent over, I looked up to observe that
my senior 's gaze was indeed glancing at my collar. I was sure he was clearly admiring the prominent sides of my deep cleavage
!

"Do you think it looks good, senior?" I asked in a slightly teasing tone.

"It looks great, very beautiful!" My senior must have sensed that I wasn't displeased, and he replied with a smile.

I gestured for my senior to sit a little further in, so I could sit on his left and be close to him. This was
the same relative position we were in at the movie theater that morning, and the contact of our skin made my heart flutter.

"I've never brought any other friends home before, you're the first person besides my husband to appreciate my figure
!" I said, pretending to casually place my right hand on my senior's thigh.

"Then I'm truly honored to be able to admire such a beautiful and amazing figure as yours!" the senior praised
, placing his left hand on my thigh.

Although I didn't consider myself to have a particularly good figure, I still felt very
pleased . Moreover, we both deliberately used the word "figure," as if we were simply admiring each other's bodies,
but I actually felt that there was a lewd atmosphere between us, after all, I was meeting the senior's
gaze . I even secretly longed for the senior's hand to slip inside my clothes and knead my breasts.

"Senior, you're too kind. I said we're family! You don't need to
hold back . So, don't just admire me, you don't need to worry about what you want to do to me either! Just go for it!"
I encouraged him to go further. At the same time, my right hand slipped under his pants and into his lower abdomen.

Then, he finally started unbuttoning my shirt. As
the buttons came undone, my cleavage was revealed. When all the buttons were off and he pulled the shirt open, my breasts were exposed to him
. At the same time, my right hand was already holding his penis, slowly caressing it.

Then I felt his palms gently brushing over me, pressing along the area near his armpits with his fingertips,
then lifting and pushing my breasts inwards, releasing them, and then lifting them upwards from below. The comfortable feeling made me
anticipate how my breasts would be caressed next. My rosy nipples lay quietly on my chest, their firm, forward-pointing shape
unable to conceal their yearning to be touched.

Watching my senior's hands freely fondling my breasts, I thought again of my husband at the company, completely unaware that
his wife was at home, her breasts exposed, enjoying being fondled by another man—
breasts that should have been hers alone. I think I wasn't just enjoying the stimulation on my breasts, but also the thrill of adultery.

By slowly stroking my breasts with my right hand, feeling the thickness and hardness of my senior's erection, I knew the time was ripe to
take things further.

"Senior, do you remember I said this morning that I like Big Hamburgers?" I slowly stopped stroking my breasts.

"Hmm... I remember," my senior replied, stopping his hands.

"Then, senior, can you treat me to another 'Big Hamburger'? A 'different' Big Hamburger than this morning...
" I suggestively squeezed his penis, believing he understood my true meaning.

"Hmm... Of course... it's only right for a senior to treat a junior to something..." My senior's breathing became rapid.

I withdrew my right hand, then stood up to face my senior, placing my hands on his knees and slowly kneeling between his
legs, my face directly facing his crotch. I reached out and grabbed the elastic band of his athletic shorts, and at the same time,
my senior arched his back, suspending his penis in the air. I deftly pulled off the shorts, and my erect penis
sprang out , revealing a firm, hard shaft between his strong legs.

I finally saw it with my own eyes; my senior's enormous penis was right in front of me, standing straight up, clearly
thicker and larger than my husband's. Admiring this penis up close—the dark skin, the slightly upturned angle,
the thick shaft, the mushroom-shaped glans, and the length that my hands couldn't cover—it was a beautiful penis,
or rather, the delicacy I craved.

I cupped my breasts in my hands, and then I felt the coolness of my ring, remembering that my husband was probably too
weak and couldn't last long. From the beginning of our relationship until after we got married, I never used my breasts to help him with
oral I only gave him oral sex a few times at the very beginning, and afterwards we always used a condom from the start and
he would just insert it directly into my vagina. Even so, my husband often ejaculated before I reached orgasm.

Now, I'm about to give my first time to another man through breast sex.
The pleasure of being enveloped and rubbed by soft breasts is something my husband's penis has never experienced. But today, a longer,
thicker penis will be there to experience that pleasure in my husband's place, and I guarantee it will also
enjoy the service of my lips and tongue. I also plan to try using my mouth to receive this entire thick penis.
The treatment my husband can't have, I've decided to let my senior enjoy it all to himself today.

I leaned forward, squeezing my breasts between my penis, the sight resembling
the Big Hamburger I'd eaten that morning. Especially the thick, long penis and the bright red glans—it looked just like a
giant hot dog in the middle of a sandwich. I stretched my neck, and the entire glans was instantly in my mouth.

As my breasts rubbed and manipulated the shaft, I circled the coronal sulcus with my lips, my mouth perfectly enveloping
the glans . I sucked hard on the glans, my tongue constantly licking the urethral opening. The pre-ejaculate tasted
salty and slightly fishy, but I didn't mind, thinking the rest of the experience should go smoothly.

"Xinyu…is this…Big Hamburger…good…?" His short, excited voice conveyed
the message that he must be enjoying it.

"Very good! And look, senior, this hot dog is even thicker and bigger than the one this morning!" I
replied, temporarily relenting. "Would you like me to savor this big hot dog a little more carefully, senior?" I
asked suggestively, while continuing to rub my breasts against his thick, hard cock.

"Sure... Xinyu... I'll treat you... to chicken... to a hot dog..." The waves of pleasure were making
him a little excited, his muscles tensing slightly.

I released my breasts, placed my left hand on his waist, grabbed his penis with my right, and put it in
my mouth . His penis was so thick, it filled my mouth completely. I moved my right hand down to support his
testicles, trying to swallow the whole thing, but the sensation of the glans hitting my throat made me gag. Surprisingly,
a portion was still sticking out! I remember sucking my husband's penis years ago when we first started dating, but even then, I
could take the whole thing in without it touching my throat! Compared to my husband, his is so long!

I spat out the penis from my mouth and licked the wet glans with my tongue. His penis throbbed with stimulation, and
pre-ejaculate was frequently seeping from his urethra. My senior must be very excited! His right hand cradled his large testicles,
which must still be full of semen. I hoped to suck it out so he could release it properly.

I licked from the testicles up the frenulum to the urethral opening, then took his penis into my mouth. Strictly speaking, I
had little experience with oral sex and no technique. I only knew how to hold his penis in my mouth and suck it in
and out, feeling as if my senior was constantly fucking me with his mouth.

After a while, my senior taught me a method: first, take it to the deepest part, then
suck hard like a straw, slowly raising my head to one side until only the glans remained in my mouth, maintaining
suction . When I sucked like this, my senior couldn't help but let out a slight groan, especially
when only the glans was left in his mouth and I continued to suck hard. He even arched his back and lifted his buttocks off the sofa. It looks
really comfortable!

After doing this several times, he returned to the rapid up-and-down swallowing motion, and his breathing appeared quite rapid.
I knew my senior was nearing his limit. I stopped and said, "Senior, can I remember your taste
?" Then I continued to suck and swallow his penis.

He stared at me silently for a while, and I was sure he understood what I meant. He didn't
disappoint ; he smiled slightly and nodded, clearly determined to let his penis
ejaculate freely in the mouth of his married junior. I knew I would experience the feeling of my mouth being filled with semen today.
My husband, who was working hard to earn money for me, never imagined that my first time would be
enjoyed by a man other than him.

I was mentally prepared; this big cock in my mouth was about to ejaculate directly inside me
, and I believed my senior was also ready to ejaculate in my mouth. My right hand gently kneaded his testicles,
guiding them to the firing position.

Suddenly, his penis swelled up even more and began to throb like a spasm. I
knew what this meant and immediately took his penis in tightly. My senior cupped my head in his hands, gently pressing it down.
I buried myself deeper between his legs, trying to get his penis even into my mouth, the swollen head
pressing hard against my throat.

"Xinyu! I'll treat you to soy milk!" Before he could finish speaking, the first ejaculation shot out, hitting my throat
hard . Then came the second, the third…

Honey, I'm so sorry, I've never let you ejaculate in my mouth before. Today, you've finally become the first
person to ejaculate in my mouth, and I'll be swallowing your semen. So, not only in my mouth, but also down my throat,
through my esophagus, and into my stomach, everything will bear your mark. I haven't even tasted
my husband , I don't even know what it tastes like, but I'll already remember your scent.

My senior ejaculated a considerable amount of semen, and I felt like my mouth couldn't hold it all. So without hesitation,
I gulped down the warm, thick semen.

Just after my senior forcefully ejaculated several spurts of semen, I gripped his buttocks tightly with both hands, desperately
trying to take his surging penis even deeper into my mouth. Suddenly, I
felt , and his still-erect, hard glans, following the action of swallowing, pushed into my throat, penetrating my esophagus and continuing
to ejaculate. My senior was directly pouring his last concentrated essence into my stomach.

Although the swollen glans was quite large, and it felt a little choking in my throat, it was still bearable.
Because of the compressed space in my mouth, the semen I hadn't had time to swallow overflowed from
the gap , creating a very lewd scene in my senior's eyes.

What a complete and wonderful oral sex experience! After all, I had only ever given my husband a quick lick before, never
this kind of continuous oral sex. My first time was such a thorough and intense oral sex, and it was this
senior, whom I had admired for so long, who gave me this.

Feeling his penis stop throbbing, I pressed my lips to the shaft, sucking as I
pulled my head back, slowly withdrawing it from my mouth. I tilted my head back and swallowed the remaining semen down my throat. Although he had ejaculated,
his penis didn't soften as quickly as my husband's; it remained firm and thick.
Seeing some semen residue on it, I lowered my head and licked it clean. I'm sure my
lips and tongue have firmly remembered his taste—the shape and hardness of his penis, the rich, salty flavor of his warm
semen —it's all forever etched in my memory.

My senior stood up and helped me up, embracing me tightly. I whispered shyly,
"Thank you for the soy milk, senior. I'll remember your taste."

He gazed into my eyes, cupped my head in his hands, and passionately kissed me deeply…

I felt myself beginning to succumb…

Chapter Three, Second Invitation

I knew I was already succumbing…

For the next three or four days, I thought of my senior constantly. Even when my husband came home, and we
ate dinner together, or chatted in the living room, or even in the darkness of night when we shared a bed
, I couldn't forget what had happened with him that day.

In that moment, I was so wanton, yet felt such pleasure.

Afterwards, my husband would occasionally try to make love to me, but each time he couldn't hold back before I even reached
orgasm . He would finish quickly, throw away the used condom,
and go to sleep, leaving me to clean myself up in the bathroom.

My husband is usually good to me, but I'm increasingly unable to satisfy him sexually. He only cares about
his own pleasure and then ignores his wife, which makes me feel disheartened.

I recalled what happened with my senior from university that day. After the storm, the sun shone through,
and he embraced me, continuing to caress me tenderly, enjoying the lingering afterglow of our climax. This made me even more infatuated with him.

Finally, a Monday arrived, the weekend before which my husband
didn't . Disappointed and frustrated, I felt an unquenchable desire, so I dialed
the phone number I'd given him before he left. Learning that he was free, I invited him over. He hesitated for
a moment but then agreed.

While waiting, I went into my room and changed out of my pajamas and into the sleeveless basketball jersey and shorts I wore when I played women's
basketball . Unlike back then, when I wore a sports bra, this time the jersey was open underneath.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. I immediately went to answer the door, and sure enough, it was my senior, carrying some
food and drinks.

He was wearing his usual gym uniform and athletic shorts; his muscular physique exuded a sunny aura, no wonder
I was so infatuated with him.

Glancing at the bag he had placed on the living room table, I noticed there was no alcohol in the drinks. Curious, I
asked, "You didn't buy any alcoholic beverages at all?"

"If you're feeling down, I can come and keep you company, eat, drink, watch TV, and chat, but I don't want to get you drunk
and take advantage of you. It's not because you have a husband or anything, but because you're a wonderful girl, and
I don't want you to get hurt." That's what's so good about him—so considerate and heartwarming. Any girl who likes him
would probably agree with my admiration and gratitude upon hearing these words.

Actually, I still crave your taking advantage of my vulnerability!

As if trying to quickly change the subject, my senior sat down on the sofa and said, "Let's eat something first.
What TV show do you want to watch?"

I shook my head and replied, "I'll put on some music and you can chat with me, okay?" Then I turned on the stereo,
playing very soothing, soft, and healing music.

I sat down next to him, opened a bottle of sarsaparilla, and started drinking.

As we chatted leisurely, we finished eating and drinking.

My senior seemed to have already noticed from the side that I wasn't wearing a bra, and asked with a smile, "You
don't wear a bra at home?"

"That's because you were coming, senior." I lied. Actually, I don't wear a bra at home, but
it's true that I deliberately didn't wear one and even changed into a sleeveless jersey because you were coming.

If you don't mind, I want you to appreciate me properly, even to directly reach in and touch and knead me…

but I still didn't dare say such things directly and explicitly. I needed to be sure that my senior was willing to
bring me endless pleasure like that day.

"It's your blessing to have such a beautiful and pure figure, and it
's my honor to let you appreciate such a beautiful sight." As my senior praised me, I noticed that his crotch was starting to bulge slightly.

"Can I ask you to hug me, senior?" I said, sitting on his lap.
I felt a hard bulge pressing against the cleft between my thighs, where my
private parts, which were already overflowing with lustful fluid, were. "You won't refuse your cute junior, will you?" I asked, pulling his hands to my
lower abdomen .

"Since you say you're a cute junior, of course I can't refuse." He
smiled and replied from behind me, his hands gently stroking me.

After a while, his left hand pulled open the hem of his jersey, and his right hand slowly slipped inside my abdomen.

The warm, thick palm gently touched my skin, and it felt like being tenderly loved by my senior. I
thoroughly enjoyed it.

His right hand slowly climbed up my ribcage, inch by inch, until it reached the soft, protruding lower edge.

My hand, hovering below my left breast, merely lingered and caressed it, without actually reaching the mound. My senior
was probably trying to make sure I was truly prepared and ready to be violated, so he was waiting for me
to give him one last push.

Actually, my private parts, along with my lower body, these two areas that should have belonged only to my husband, were
already welcoming my senior's intrusion.

"Senior, we're already at the foot of the mountain, why don't we climb it?" After saying that, he gently cupped my soft left
breast , caressing it, but still didn't touch the most craving clitoris.

"Senior, even though it's just a small hill, we still have to reach the top to complete it… um…" Finally,
my senior completely invaded my left breast, the excited and erect nipple trembling comfortably in his palm.

Perhaps because he heard my comfortable moans, my senior began to wantonly knead and rub my
breasts . Maybe feeling that one hand wasn't enough, his left hand, outside his jersey, also joined in the assault on these two mounds.

After thoroughly enjoying my breasts, I felt my lower "valley" begin to crave
my senior's intrusion.

"Senior, there's another place that's already quite wet, even overflowing. Could you please help me
cultivate it?" I turned to look at my senior.

He understood, and his warm, bare hand, which had been covering my breasts, began to slide down until it reached
the top of my basketball shorts.

I turned back to look at my lower abdomen; only a thin pair of basketball shorts separated my private parts from his right hand.

The moment I gently pulled down his shorts, I knew everything was different again.

That day at the movie theater, he had only touched my thighs at the hem of my skirt, without exploring further. And
that afternoon, even in hot pants, he had only placed them on my thighs. My "honey garden" between my legs had never had
a chance for him to invade.

But the moment I actively pulled down my shorts, he finally successfully invaded my most private area.

Honey, you'd never guess, would you? Your wife's private parts are being occupied by another man's hands.
This part that shouldn't be touched by anyone else is about to be completely explored by my senior.

His palm slowly moved down, my panties were already soaked, not to mention the overflowing wetness inside.

My senior teased my nipples outside my panties, and caressed my wet slit, arousing my desire even more.

"Put it in...please, senior...?" I begged for his caresses and affection.

His fingers carefully parted the top edge of my panties, and his bare palm slid in, covering my mons pubis.

Ah...! We've finally reached this point, there's no turning back.

My vision began to blur slightly, I felt my senior's hot hand rubbing against my labia, my honeyed
opening yearning to be filled right in front of his fingertips.

"Ah...! So good...!" My senior's fingers filled my emptiness, and I felt like I was about
to climax .

Why can't my husband pamper and nourish me like my senior did?

He massaged all my sensitive spots; I can't remember the details anymore, but I know that in less than ten
minutes, I was gripping his arm tightly, almost fainting from pleasure.

Finally, as I held his arm, I reached a climax I'd never experienced before.

It felt so good, something my husband had never given me.

I slumped onto his lap, panting and resting, feeling his firm erection pressing against my buttocks. Then I remembered that
his penis had been hard the whole time.

I got up and told him to go wash his hands in the bathroom. While we waited, I thought it was my turn to help him release
his pent-up desire.

I knew the best way was a warm embrace combined with strong, forceful sucking to extract
a large amount of rich, concentrated essence.

As a woman, I knew I had two mouths capable of this, but my lower mouth
was exhausted from its exercise, so I left it to my upper mouth.

The senior student washed his hands and came over to sit back on the sofa. I knelt between his legs. In front of me was a
towering pyramid; you could imagine how exciting it was to see his enormous penis inside his athletic shorts, so erect it could...
The sight was so spectacular.

I couldn't wait to untie him. My senior straightened his back, and I deftly
pulled down his sweatpants and underwear together. With a bounce, the shape I remembered was finally revealed to me again.

To avoid any unnecessary obstruction, I completely pulled down his pants and placed them aside.
The penis that had been giving me oral sex was now erect again in front of me, the tip already oozing some precum. Without
hesitation leaned forward slightly, opened my mouth, and lowered my head to let his penis enter my mouth again.

The length that easily reached my throat, the thickness filling my mouth, and
the taste —all of it felt more familiar than my husband's.

I think I probably can't live without my senior's body. I

remember the last time; I know that if I don't give it my all, he can last a long time. So
I used the method my senior had taught me, sucking hard on this penis that I both loved and hated. When my mouth got tired,
I would lick the two testicles, or tease the glans and the meatus with the tip of my tongue. If I got really tired
, I would temporarily use my hand to masturbate instead. In short, I did my best to serve my senior's penis.

After working hard like this for a while, under my combined hand and mouth attack, my senior's muscles began
to tense up, and his breathing gradually became rapid. I believed that he would soon reach the peak of pleasure, and I would soon
experience the feeling of being blown up again.

"Senior, can I have some soy milk?" I stopped what I was doing and asked my senior.

My senior looked at me, smiled, and nodded in agreement.

Honey, I'm about to have another man shoot a ton of semen in my mouth again, and I'm even planning to
swallow all of it without reservation.

Behind my husband's back, I was sucking another man's penis, sucking out
his drink it all—all of this was driving me crazy. But the penis in my mouth didn't
give me time to think about any of that.

"Ah... Xinyu! It's coming!" The penis in my mouth suddenly swelled up a lot, and I knew what that
meant . I immediately prepared to let my senior ejaculate in my mouth. Having learned from the last experience, I knew that my senior ejaculated
a lot, so I hugged his waist tightly and tried to take his penis in as deeply as possible, pressing the glans hard against my throat.

"Come on! I'll treat you to soy milk!" Before I could finish speaking, the first ejaculation had already gushed out violently,
hitting my throat and splashing all over my mouth. And with the involuntary throbbing of his penis, the second and third ejaculations followed closely
behind, really thick and hot! While enduring the explosion in my mouth, I also quickly swallowed the ejaculated semen
mouthful by mouthful.

What rich and fragrant soy milk! I'll probably never forget the feeling of my senior ejaculating into my
mouth full of a metallic taste.

After several powerful spurts of warm semen, the ferocious beast in my mouth finally calmed
down . My mouth was still full of semen I hadn't swallowed yet, and this time I carefully made sure not to let any of his essence spill out
, lest it be wasted. With the semen still in my mouth, I pulled my head back, slowly letting his penis withdraw.

I tilted my head back and swallowed the last of the semen in my mouth all at once; it was indeed the taste I remembered.
Even though his penis was slightly limp after ejaculation, it still maintained its thick shape. I lowered my head and
carefully licked the remaining semen off his penis, then picked up the drink on the table and took a
sip .

"I'm going to take a shower." I got up and walked towards the bathroom, turning back to look at my senior and
asking in , "Would you like to come in and shower 'together' with me?"

My senior hesitated for a moment, then smiled faintly, took off the only shirt he was wearing,
and followed me into the bathroom.

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