The Climax of a Married Woman

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"Did you climax?" The man in front of her asked, a lewd glint in his eyes.
He held a small square box, his finger pressing on a protruding button, and gave her
a strange smile.

"Not yet..." She shook her head, her body swaying slightly as she looked out the window.

This question was incredibly embarrassing. She really wanted to kick the man in front of her, but she didn't have the
guts. After all, she was on a long-distance bus, and there wasn't a single other woman around. She didn't want
any more men to see her in this awkward situation, so she could only frown and bite her lip.

As she answered the man's question, her lower body suddenly trembled, and a heat surged inside her vagina, as if
something was leaking out. This made her involuntarily clench her fists, but the fluid quickly
cooled down under the bus's air conditioning, leaving her buttocks feeling slightly cool.

She needed to shift her focus. The thought popped into her head, and she suddenly remembered
an afternoon years ago. The sky that day was just as clear, the sun just as blazing.
The only difference was that she was still an innocent girl then, unaware of
the sensual passions between men and women beyond simple infatuation.

That day, she went on a date with her first love, as usual. They ate together, chatted, and went to his
house to study. When he hugged and kissed her, her heart pounded like a deer in her chest.

She knew she had never been considered pretty; besides having larger breasts and
fair, she had nothing else to attract boys. He, on the other hand, was
the dream lover of many girls in her grade. She didn't know why he chose her; she only knew that she
felt .

She couldn't remember what he said to her that day, but she never forgot the feeling of his hand on her breast
. The process of how her clothes were ripped off was blurry, but she knew she would never forget the trembling sensation she felt
then .

The first time she was held naked in the boy's arms, she was so terrified she couldn't move. She did
n't
dare look at his equally naked body. He pulled her hand towards his genitals, touching his erect penis surrounded by thick hair. She recoiled as if burned.

Her face must have been flushed.

Closing her eyes, she heard his heavy breathing. His hands began to caress her private parts.
She could feel his fingers trembling, as did her tender labia, which had become
slightly moist. They must have been pink then, right? A faint smile crept

onto her lips as she recalled this . 　　When the boy hugged her again, his thick penis touched her mons pubis. Their young bodies pressed tightly together on the bed. Though she was incredibly nervous, she couldn't help but touch his face; it was covered in sweat. 　　The boy's hands, still trembling as he pulled her legs apart, resembled those of a dying patient. Her legs ached from his grip , and his glans thrust wildly against her vulva, which she found somewhat amusing. But seeing his earnest expression, her heart melted. Despite feeling so ashamed she wanted to disappear, she still parted her virgin labia with her fingers while trying to avoid his penis. 　　The moment he entered her, she felt as if she were being torn apart. Her skin turned red almost simultaneously from the pain. She tried to push him away, but the usually gentle boy seemed to have lost his mind. His penis plunged deep into her tender vagina, almost accompanied by her cries. 　　The subsequent thrusting and his ejaculation inside her were blurred by time; all could remember was the excruciating pain. That day, her sweat soaked the entire sheet, along with a shocking stain of red—which, in her eyes at the time, was proof of her love for the boy. 　　Like many clichéd love stories, she and the boy ultimately didn't end up together. She didn't complain much, especially after so much time had passed. Sometimes she wondered what the boy looked like now, whether he'd developed a beer belly or graying hair like other men. But she let those thoughts go; she wasn't a little girl anymore. She understood that some memories were best left untouched, why add unnecessary worries to herself? 　　"Is this your climax?" The man's voice pulled her from her distant memories. Staring at his hateful face and the button in his hand, she shook her head indifferently again, but the fluid in her vagina flowed out uncontrollably. 　　She hated this feeling. If only she could be penetrated now… 　　the feeling of penetration was always pleasurable, although she wished the man penetrating her was someone she loved. But life rarely goes as planned, and often brings shameful twists and turns. Some the people and events still disgusted her, just like the lewd smile on the man's face. 　　It must have been her second year at work. She was gazing out the window, her thoughts drifting to another point. Although she was no longer naive, she still harbored many dreams for her future. However, a seemingly ordinary business trip once again altered the course of her life. 　　It was her first long trip, and she was with her boss. He had an excellent reputation in the company, and she had never heard any rumors about him. He was considered a good man and a model husband by many of her colleagues. She was even grateful for the opportunity to accompany him on the trip. But… 　　her memory began to blur. She must have drunk a lot that day. Amidst her giggles were particularly noticeable. Looking back, she couldn't say it was entirely her boss's fault; her drunken behavior certainly created some misconceptions for others. 　　On the way back to the hotel, her steps were light, as if she were walking on clouds. Her arm was draped over her boss 's shoulder, and her full breasts may have brushed against his body. She couldn't remember why she hadn't…

Back in her room, she must have said "no" a couple of times when her boss kissed her, though her words
seemed to have the opposite effect at the time.

Her body was flushed from the alcohol, especially when she was stripped naked and pinned to the table. She
propped herself up with her arms, her hazy eyes gazing at the mirror. In the mirror, her snow-white skin was flushed
with a faint blush, and her breasts, drooping downwards in this position, appeared even fuller. Curious, she shifted
her body, watching her breasts sway with a silly grin, the image of a cute cow flashing through her mind.
As her hips moved, she felt an unbearable burning sensation between her legs, as if a piece of charcoal had been placed there.

Perhaps because she hadn't been intimate with a man's body for a long time, that day her
desire completely overwhelmed any semblance of feminine reserve.

However, when the leader's penis tore open her labia and entered her vagina, she seemed to sober up
considerably . She didn't resist his thrusting, though; she clamped her legs around his penis, feeling
the pleasure of the glans scraping against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls. She told herself that many women were like this; once penetrated
, they could only accept whatever the man gave them. So she looked up at herself in the mirror, watching the leader thrusting into her, and
began to moan.

That night, she felt like a wanton woman, especially when the leader lifted her up and sat her on the table, continuing
to thrust. She looked down at his penis, which gripped her labia as it moved in and out of her vagina, and
saw her lower abdomen heaving with pleasure, and the clear, sticky fluid gushing from her vulva and becoming
soaked with his penis.

Sometimes she felt that a leader must have something different about them than an ordinary employee to become a leader. At least for her,
her leader had great stamina. When her body was already sore and her arms were almost too weak to lift
, her leader was still repeatedly pounding his seemingly tireless penis inside her.
It was as if constantly pounding against her.

Her vagina, rubbed for so long, eventually became numb, and the irregular spasms were just a female
instinct . The moment her leader ejaculated his scalding semen inside her, she almost fainted. Even
so, she still remembered that she seemed to be moaning and groaning non-stop, and even when her leader tried to
leave her, she wrapped her legs and arms tightly around his body like an octopus.

After that passionate night, she became pregnant at an inopportune time. She had an abortion, left the company, and took the little "gift" her
leader had given her to move to another city to continue her life until she met her current
husband.

"Not at the climax yet?" the man opposite her asked again, his damned finger still
fiddling . Despite her disgust, she muttered, "Not yet..."

How could he keep asking? She glared at the man who had embarrassed her, then lowered her head, thinking of
her husband.

Her husband was an honest man, and honest men often have different interpretations: good guy, backup plan, cuckold
...

But she hadn't cheated on him. Two years of marriage had made her accustomed to and fond of
this simple life. As for her husband, although the fact that she wasn't a virgin made him slightly
unhappy, in his own words, what more could a man like him ask for than a woman like her
?

Remembering her husband's words, she chuckled softly. The man opposite her, who had been staring at her face, frowned
and fixed his gaze on her tightly clenched legs.

That bastard! She gave the man a cold look, then squeezed her legs together again, covering her
exposed breast with her hands. She now regretted wearing such a low-cut dress.

How disgusting, to be with someone like this… Her husband's words from the day before yesterday suddenly echoed in her ears:
"Don't dress so revealingly, be careful someone…"

He had said this before she left, and she had turned back and smiled, "What's there to be afraid of? Would I be raped?"
She even wiggled her hips at the doorway.

"Definitely!" Her husband, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly rushed to the door and pulled her into
the room .

"What are you doing?" she asked, her body already limp in her husband's arms, panting.
"You want to..."

Before she could answer, her husband pressed her against the window, their most frequent spot for making love lately.
Their sex life, which had become somewhat mundane after marriage, had become more passionate and exciting after they occasionally moved to the window.
She no longer worried about being seen, and her husband
seemed quite content to be so intimate with her in this semi-open place. Although she sometimes felt it was a little
abnormal, she never thought of refusing when desire struck. Her

newly dressed dress lay scattered on the floor. Her husband grabbed her arms and pressed her body against the glass,
squeezing her breasts into two round mounds. Her nipples rubbed against the window, tickling her. She quickly began
to anticipate her husband's penetration, and her genitals became wet without her realizing it.

The penis arrived as expected, parting her slightly trembling labia and penetrating her body. The tingling inside her vagina
gradually subsided under the scratching friction of the penis, quickly transforming into an explosive pleasure from within. Her
large breasts were repeatedly rubbed against the window as her husband thrust and withdrew, her nipples sunken in,
clearly visible to anyone across the street—two round, white mounds with tiny red dots embedded on them.

"Hurry up..." she gasped, looking out at the pedestrians and vehicles, "I still need to go out..."

Her husband didn't answer, but instead obeyed her wishes with his actions, his penis moving in and out of her vagina
rapidly , the intense stimulation causing her to moan.

However, her husband still seemed unsatisfied. He glanced down at the sweat beading on her writhing waist
, pulled her up, and then opened the window with one hand.

"Ah..." she gasped softly. Although she was used to this kind of somewhat revealing sex,
it was the first time the window had been completely open. Even though it was just a pane of glass separating them, it had a huge impact on her.
The difference between being seen and actually being seen is, after all, different.

But the constant stimulation inside her vagina swept away all her shame. She initially kept her body completely inside
the window, but after dozens of thrusts from her husband, her upper body was almost entirely
outside . Fortunately, her floor was high, making it difficult for passersby to see clearly.

While those below couldn't see, a man from another apartment on the side was standing on his balcony
, staring wide-eyed at her, his jaw almost dropping to the ground. As her breasts swayed wildly, the
man swallowed hard, instinctively touching his crotch and giving it a squeeze.

She, however, was unaware that her wanton behavior was being watched. Her long hair fell down, obscuring her face,
her body still swaying with her husband's thrusts, her breasts bobbing in mid-air,
low moans echoing from her lips, until she felt her husband's penis contracting inside her vagina, causing her clitoris to
twitch.

The moment her husband's penis left her body, she used all her strength to pull herself back into the room,
sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide. Her most private parts were already a mess.

After a brief moment of calm, she dressed again and went out, her legs still trembling
. If she hadn't had to go out, she would have loved to crawl back into bed and have a good sleep. Dragging

her tired body, she waited for the elevator. A man carrying a bag walked down the other side of the corridor. When he saw her, a strange smile appeared on his face. She paused, then turned her head away. When the elevator doors opened, the man followed her inside. 　　Leaning against the smooth elevator wall, she glanced at the man. His gaze was lewd, just like the man sitting in front of her now . 　　"Did you climax?" the man asked one last time. 　　"Hmm." She finally nodded, then saw the man opposite her pick up his bag and run towards the long-distance bus door, muttering as he got off, "He didn't even remind me earlier, I would have missed my stop if I hadn't asked ..." 　　"What's wrong with him? He doesn't even do his homework before going out, I'm not the conductor!" she thought to herself, turning her gaze back to the window. There was a sign where the bus was parked that read "Gaochao Village," and a higher sign clearly stated "18 kilometers from Shanghai." Glancing sideways, she saw the man getting off the bus looking around. She pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "He didn't even look at the road, all he did was play that crappy MP3 player, and ask questions like that, idiot!" 　　The bus started moving, and her body swayed with it. As her chest bounced, she felt her breasts swell. Frowning, she picked up her phone and dialed a number: "Hey, I'm almost home, come pick me up at the station..." 　　"Okay, honey." Her husband asked on the other end of the line, "Where are you now?" 　　"The climax just passed." She glanced back at the sign behind her. "Oh, by the way, check if I'm still wearing sanitary napkins in the cabinet. If not, buy me a couple on your way. My period started!"

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