Don't dance with someone else's wife.

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Through the swirling smoke, I vaguely recalled a friend from the same city last year.

My company gave us three days off for May Day. I was at the factory the whole time, so I didn't have the chance to both get my allowance and spend time with my wife. So, I was in the mood to visit her, but she didn't have time off. So, I ended up with someone else's wife.

Here's what happened:

We met on QQ in March. I told her I'd finally landed a big order, and she asked me to treat her. I asked her what kind of wine she liked, and she said she liked Shanghai rice wine (I've tried it; it's not very good, probably a type of rice wine. I prefer beer, or baijiu, but not rice wine).

But shamelessly, I added that I liked it too, and asked when we could go out for dinner together. She happily replied that I couldn't escape her. I quickly took her hand and learned she was from Kingsoft. I won't go into details about her husband and daughter. There are too many strong people on Mop (a Chinese online forum); you can't be too pretentious, or you'll get angry.

At this moment!

Remember this moment! I asked a very ambiguous question. I subtly and lewdly expressed my intentions. I said, "When your husband's not home, call me, and we'll sneak out for drinks!" This high-energy, explosive move dealt her a fatal blow. It instantly ignited her little flame, and she replied with a smiley face, even asking if I was planning something naughty. Wow, she's even more cunning than me! I strained my brain, thought for a long time, and typed out: "If you can be a good person, then I'll want to do something naughty." She laughed again! We started the video call… Let me digress a bit about my own situation. I was about to get married at that time, but I was still a little hesitant. To be honest, I didn't know whether I felt more about feelings or responsibility towards my wife. Actually, I couldn't really talk about love or affection with her. Because I believe that if a couple can't even enjoy sex, what else is there to talk about? Although sometimes I tell myself that I must marry the first person I marry, secondly, she already has my child, and thirdly, I want to choose a wife as gentle and kind as her. Although she's become increasingly fond of sex with me since losing her virginity, she's still quite reserved and needs me to teach her many things. Even when I do, there are still many things she can't learn.

I talked to her about this, and she said she could tell I was quite skilled. I chuckled and asked if her husband was skilled too. She said she wouldn't tell me! I sent a disdainful emoji: "Can't tell he's any better." She said she's older than me and definitely more experienced. I smiled lewdly: "In terms of experience based on age, what about turtles? They're more experienced, aren't they?" She sent an angry emoji, and I laughed again, asking if she was angry, just teasing her. She replied with an emoji that I still couldn't quite decipher—a laughing emoji while covering her mouth… Later, she asked how many women I had outside the marriage. I honestly told her I only had one woman in Beijing. She asked how old she was. I created the illusion that I wouldn't harm her family or privacy.

So I said I was 29, the same age as her, and then added: "I still have our photos." She wanted to see, but I wouldn't. She insisted, so for the first time, I revealed my masculine strength and fury in front of her, resolutely refusing to let her see!

She then asked me how many women I'd been with from beginning to end, and I answered **** (details omitted, as there's always someone better). She was surprised and said, "Wow, that's impressive." I immediately flattered her! I said, "I still feel the strongest connection with you." She asked why. I said, "When I first found you on QQ, I was captivated by your profile picture—so feminine! You must be amazing in bed, a formidable opponent!" Brothers, I'm even impressed with my typing skills! What was originally a compliment subtly revealed my own abilities, letting her guess. There's a saying: "What you don't know is always the most terrifying."

Having said that, she got excited too. Like a scene from a movie where someone always comes to put out the fire. She bluntly said, "It's hard to say who will win or lose." I answered with unusual firmness, "If I didn't have any skills, would I dare show them off in front of you, sister?" She said it was hard to say, and without a second's hesitation, I replied, "Let's see what they're made of. I'm booking a three-day stay at the XX Hotel in Jiading for May Day. You can come over once you've settled things with your husband." She said she was going to a wedding banquet on the 2nd and 3rd, and was free on the 1st. Of course, I wasn't willing: "It's impossible to determine a winner in 24 hours!" She laughed and scolded me for talking nonsense... The next day, the 30th, I woke up to a call from a former colleague saying she was getting married on May Day. There was nothing I could do; we used to be very close, I knew both her and her wife, and now we both work in the North China region, so we could pass on any deals we couldn't complete (we're in the same industry). I could only send her a message at work saying I was going to Nantong the next day and would be back as soon as possible. She wasn't online at the time. We had a lot of fun on May Day, and the bride's family seemed a little unhappy about the wedding night pranks. Damn it! What kind of people are they! The groom took us to the hotel that night. I played cards with some former colleagues all night until 7 a.m. After they went to sleep, I remembered my Shanghai sweetheart. Without even washing my face, I ran to the station and texted her on the bus back to Shanghai, saying I'd arrive at noon… Finally, I boarded the bus back to Shanghai. The scenery along the way was so beautiful, and my excitement kept me extremely energized after a night of gaming! So I took out my phone and texted her: "Are you free today? I'll arrive at noon." She replied that she was attending a wedding banquet in Huangdu. Hearing she was in Huangdu, I was overjoyed—everything was ready, even the final touch was there! Leifeng, who works in Huangdu, has VIP access, so I told her I'd go first and she could come over after she finished. She quickly replied that she'd try her best. I said okay, and after getting off the bus, I immediately logged onto Taxe. The driver in the Gobi Desert charged me 10 yuan at the elevated highway entrance, but a seasoned veteran of Mop (a Chinese online forum) wouldn't stoop to his level… Enough talk, I booked the room. I quickly stripped naked and rushed to the shower. While scrubbing off the grime, I sang loudly, "Don't hurt me anymore!"... The darkness before dawn is the darkest, and the waiting before work is the most anxious! I remember Chun Ge (Note: the "Young and Dangerous" Chun Ge, not the "Super Boy" Chun Ge) saying in "One Hand Covers the Sky": The most exciting moment isn't the launch, but the waiting and guessing before the target arrives. Because you don't know if she's tall or short, fat or thin, a C or D cup... Just as my heart was as anxious as if the lottery draw was about to take place, a pleasant call rang... After hanging up, I rushed out of the room with lightning speed. In the lobby, she was smiling, carrying a small bag. I confidently and smilingly strode towards her with the stride of a young hero, while my clear, innocent eyes stripped her naked... Back in the room, I eagerly gave her a bear hug from behind. My goodness, she truly lived up to my expectations! I couldn't cover her with one hand! She tossed her bag aside, turned around, and pressed herself against me. Her little tongue swirled around in my mouth, making my heart race. I kissed her as we walked towards the bed, taking off those annoying glasses to carefully examine whether she looked the same as in the photos… Watching someone else's wife lie beneath you with her eyes closed, waiting for your wetness, the feeling is something you cat lovers can only understand! Then, I continued to mooto moo, kissing her little earlobes, neck, and my little hands weren't idle either, rubbing her through her skirt, her legs squeezing together as if ticklish. I roughly ripped off her skirt, and I don't even know where her four shoes went (a cat's advice: when you're having sex with a woman, start by pulling down her lower body; it's easier to pull down the top if you do it right away. If you pull down the top first, she might not let you pull down her lower body if your foreplay isn't good). I straddled her, my two devilish hands gripping her breasts like braised pork belly, my little mouth frantically sucking her saliva, sucking her ears, sucking her neck. The little cat didn't dare suck too hard on her neck, guys, listen up! She's willing to come out with us, we can't hurt her. If we suck her neck red, she won't be able to explain it when she gets home! I unbuttoned her shirt, and wow, what huge breasts! No rush to take off her bra, I first pulled her nipples out of the bra, then shoved them into my mouth with both hands!

She let out a long, cooperative "oh!" Yes, a bit sweaty and soft, but whatever, I used all my skills on that little grape. After a while, I let go, and the little grape was black and shiny, stimulating me so much I wanted to start. But the kitten wasn't as rough as I'd hoped. Can a cooked chicken run away? I stood up, pulled her to sit on the bed, and pointed to my belt. She cleverly said, "That's good! You don't need to say much; she knows how to make you more comfortable." Even when pulling down her pants, she knows to pull the front a little outwards so the protruding end won't get caught. My wife used to be like that, she spoiled me rotten… She asked if I'd showered, and I said, "If you don't come soon, I'll wash my skin off!" She smiled lewdly, took my penis into her mouth, and even though her mouth was big, when she sucked in, oh my god, I felt like I was about to explode. I immediately put my testicles in, pressed my tongue against my lower teeth, looked at the ceiling, counted 1, 2, 3 in my head, and it subsided a little. I realized this wouldn't work, so I flipped her over, following her belly button all the way down to her vulva, which was already very wet. I parted her labia, found the clitoris, and brushed it with my tongue. She cried out, I brushed it again, and she cried out again. Haha, this was the ultimate enjoyment! I could make her laugh or cry at will! I brushed her clitoris while touching her thighs, and after a few strokes, she couldn't resist anymore. She turned around and straddled me, finding my penis and putting it in her mouth. We played like this for a few minutes, and then I felt like (sorry, brothers, it's not that I'm not skilled enough, it's just that I haven't been with a woman in a long time, and I was cheating on someone else's wife). I flipped her over and mounted her. As soon as I entered, she started thrusting upwards, and I thrust downwards. I thrust slowly, without counting the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, just a few thrusts halfway in and then one deep thrust all the way in. I watched as she frowned when I was halfway in, and when I was all the way in, she opened her mouth and let out an "oh," haha. Suddenly, I remembered the wonderful use of a pillow, so I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her. I squatted down and thrust all the way in each time, and after a few thrusts, she started crying out incoherently. I asked her if it was deep enough, and she said it was all the way in, and told me not to come any further. Of course, I didn't believe her. Not come any further? If she didn't come any further, wouldn't all the work I'd done before be for nothing? One hand was pinching the grapes on top, the other was rubbing the clitoris below, and my little brother was still slowly and steadily going all the way in. She panicked, grabbed my arm, and flipped me over to sit on top of me. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, enjoying her up-and-down movements. Accompanied by her moans, I straightened my legs and thrust upwards rapidly. She stopped moving, waiting for me to finish, and all my semen rushed into her little sister! I pulled her up around the waist and laid her on top of me. For a long time... I always smoke a cigarette afterward, and she asked for one too. I asked her to pour some wine, and she asked if there was any more wine.

I said of course, it was specially prepared for you, it's on the table. She ran off naked to get two glasses and poured the wine out for us to drink. I didn't want to drink it, I said I wanted to drink from her mouth. She joked that she wouldn't do it, saying, "You lie down, I'll pour it into your mouth from the glass." Of course, I wouldn't do it, and I tickled her. She kept laughing and agreed to feed me. After playing like that for a while, she suddenly asked me, "You know what? Why didn't I let you wear a condom?" I said, "Even if you asked me to, I wouldn't!" She said, "What if I leave without one?" I said, "Then I have no choice. At worst, the court will sentence me to rapist!" She laughed out loud. Later, she told me that I had said something before, so when she came to see me, she considered it and wouldn't force me if I didn't wear a condom. I asked her what that meant: "Men under 30 who go to prostitutes are unattractive!" So she believed I was definitely okay (haha, I blushed a little when I said that, but I really wasn't sick). We'd smoked, drunk, and lay down for a while. I suggested we do it again. She looked at my penis and asked, "Are you sure you can handle it?" I said, "I'm always on standby. I can arrive at the scene in five minutes, faster than a fire truck!" She laughed, and I kissed her, touched her, and slowly woke up under her little hands. This time, I entered from behind, what we call "back penetration," but what my classmates called "the younger generation pushing the older generation forward." But I quickly realized this wouldn't work. Her legs seemed longer than mine. Actually, I'm taller than her, but when she knelt on the bed, her vagina was higher than mine. I could only insert halfway! Hehe, I've overcome obstacles like this before, it's a minor problem. I made her press her whole face against the bed, sticking it up, and I half-squatted behind her, inserting from top to bottom like pumping air. The sound was like farting, following my rhythm. In the middle, I had some thoughts about her anus, but she resisted fiercely. I inserted half of the tip, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed and cried. It took me a while to calm her down. I never expected an old woman like her to cry! She wiped her face with a tissue; there was some blood. I pried her open and saw—hehe, there was a tear. I thought to myself, it seems relying on that alone isn't enough; I need to buy some lubricant! Seeing that she wasn't angry anymore, I said, "Baby, I'm sorry, I won't touch that place again next time. To show my repentance, I'll work harder this time, okay?" She laughed and scolded me to go back and work hard on my own little plot of land. I shamelessly said, "If I don't serve you well, your little fat field won't be mine to cultivate next year!" Haha, and I went straight for her. This time it lasted a long time; I was covered in sweat, but I didn't see her. I asked her to call me "brother," and she did; I asked her to call me "husband," and she did too; but when I asked her to call me "dad," she wouldn't; she wouldn't call me "grandpa," and she just straddled me and started pounding me! Finally, she sat on my back, and I

wrapped my arms around her breasts from behind. With her movements, my "cannon" fired again! She cleaned up our battlefield—I forgot to mention this earlier—she was very thorough when wiping my head, cleaning the pubic hair, the shaft, and the testicles thoroughly, even giving me oral sex, and then wiping it again. My wife has never "washed" me like that. Touching her head, I was truly grateful for this romantic encounter. I wish her happiness in the future.

I needed to rest, so I went to the bathroom. After squatting for a while, my stomach started to hurt more and more, so I crawled back into bed, pressing my face against hers. She saw I was in pain and asked what was wrong. I said my stomach hurt a little. She asked if I'd caught a chill, but I said probably not; I don't like to cover myself with a blanket when I'm working in the snow because it doesn't provide any visual effect. She asked what I'd eaten for lunch, and I said I hadn't eaten breakfast, having run back from there at 7 am. She said I must be hungry, and told me to come downstairs and eat, and I'd feel better afterward. I said it hurt too much, and I'd leave later. She held me like that, and I slept in her arms. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the light come on and woke up. My stomach still hurt a little, but not as bad. It was getting dark outside, and I asked her what time it was. She said it was almost 6 pm. I was suddenly very touched. A friend online had held me like this for hours because of my stomach pain, without going home or eating dinner. Just as I was feeling touched, she suddenly got up again. She felt my legs too, and with a sly smile, asked if my stomach didn't hurt anymore.

I was so embarrassed…

We went downstairs and ate something. I ordered sweet and sour carp, celery and lily bulbs, and preserved egg and tofu soup. She also ordered pigeon soup for me. We drank a bottle of old wine, and on the last glass, I tentatively asked her: "Come to Jiading next week?" She said, "I always bring it to your door, don't I?" I burst out laughing. Haha, there's still hope!!!

Up until then, I still thought that having sex with another man's wife could alleviate the hatred in my heart. But I was really wrong. Extraordinary lust inevitably leads to extraordinary disasters. After my later relationships in Beijing and Shenyang, I realized: Don't dance with other men's wives!

[The End]

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