My Neighbor's Beautiful Wife

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"---" I let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from my brow, and collapsed onto the sofa I'd just moved into, which wasn't even properly set up yet, rubbing my aching legs and arms.

After more than two months of hard work, the decoration of my new home was finally nearing completion. A moment later, "bang bang bang," came the sound of knocking on the security door. When I first arrived, my new home didn't even have a doorbell yet. "Who is it?" I asked. "

Your neighbor across the street." Hearing this, I quickly replied, "Coming!" There's a saying that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative; it's important to maintain good neighborly relations, especially nowadays when public safety is poor and thieves are rampant. (Don't misunderstand, this isn't a complete condemnation of society, but thieves are indeed numerous and dangerous). I opened the door, and a tall man of about forty stood outside. I'm short, and he, nearly six feet tall, was almost a head taller than me. "Please come in," I said. "You moved in?" "I saw you moving things in downstairs." "Yes, it's not ready yet, so we won't be able to move in for a while." "The renovation is quite nice." He looked up and surveyed my apartment. "No, it's just average." To be honest, due to financial constraints, the only notable thing about the apartment was the wooden floor. There wasn't much furniture, let alone any modern appliances like a home theater system. "Please sit down." I gestured to the sofa. "It's not finished yet, we haven't even had a drop of water." I took out a cigarette. "Want one?" He reached out, took it, lit it, and exhaled... A puff of smoke. Looking at his posture and the smoke he exhaled, I thought—he's a heavy smoker. The two of them sat on the sofa and started chatting.

During our conversation, I learned that his surname was Chen, he worked at a quality inspection institute in the city, and had moved here more than a year ago, living right across from mine. Soon after, I saw the house across the street—his—and a woman with a very good figure, judging from her back, was unlocking her door. Old Chen called out to her, and the woman turned around. Seeing him sitting in my house, she came over as well. Like her husband, she looked around the house's decor as soon as she entered. "She's a new neighbor, surnamed Liu," Old Chen introduced. "This is my wife," he added to me. "Oh, hello," his wife smiled at me. "Hello," I stood up to greet her. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, quite resembling Jiang Shan in appearance.

Her skin was smooth and fair, with a soft glow. Perhaps her married life was very fulfilling, I thought to myself. It's said that women with satisfying sex lives have beautiful skin. "Go back," she called to her husband as she turned. He stood up. "Come over sometime," he said to me. "Okay, I will when I'm free," I replied. I saw them out. His wife was probably around 1.6 meters tall, about my height. "What a beautiful woman," I thought to myself, watching her retreating figure.

About two days later, I was delivering some things to our new home when I ran into Mrs. Chen on the stairs. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back. That was my greeting. To be honest, I'm not good at talking or socializing, and I'm not tall or particularly good-looking, so I'm always a bit insecure.

As I was leaving, I saw the door across the street was open, so I went over. I knocked on the open door, and Old Chen peeked out from the room next to the living room. "It's you! Please come in, please come in." I went in and sat down on his sofa. Old Chen poured me a glass of water. After chatting for a bit, I stood up and looked around his house, and Old Chen accompanied me. Then I sat back down, complimented how beautiful the house was, and chatted about random things, hoping to see Mrs. Chen, but she didn't show up. After a while, I got bored and said goodbye. A dozen or so days later, I received a call from Mr. Chen while I was at work. He told me that both of our security doors had been broken into, and asked me to come over that evening so we could go to the community management office together. That evening, I went to Mr. Chen's house first, and we met up at the community management office. Mr. Chen's wife followed behind.

At the property management office, Mr. and Mrs. Chen spoke first, emotionally recounting the situation to a man who appeared to be a manager. Unexpectedly, the manager arrogantly said, "We can't do anything about what you're saying; we only handle public area security." Mr. and Mrs. Chen were stunned, unable to think of anything to say. "But the property management fee you collect includes security. Didn't you hire security guards for the community? What kind of security is public safety? What does it have to do with the residents? If you only manage the security of public areas, then the residents' safety interests are not guaranteed, right? What are you managing then? What are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," I said. "Yes, yes, what are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," Mrs. Chen echoed. With our insistence, the property management company finally agreed to send someone over the next day to inspect and compensate us for the damage. As

we left the community's property management office, Mr. and Mrs. Chen seemed very happy. They invited me to their home for a while. So I went up with them. When I arrived at their home, they were very polite to me because of my behavior at the property management office. Especially Mrs. Chen, who, sitting on the sofa next to me, was still caught up in the excitement and joy of her successful negotiation. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were animated, and she was loudly proclaiming her negotiation "theory," even occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her white, plump thigh without realizing it.

I would steal glances at her thigh every now and then. My heart fluttered—she was truly a beauty, I thought. Afraid that Mr. Chen and she would find out, I didn't dare look too much, but that section of white, plump thigh kept appearing before my eyes for several days. More than twenty days later, three or four days before my wedding, we became neighbors after all. I sent an invitation to the couple to build a good relationship. The image of Mrs. Chen's white thighs lingered in my mind. So I went to Old Chen's house, but Old Chen wasn't there. I gave the invitation to Mrs. Chen, told her about the wedding, and asked them to come.

Mrs. Chen's smiling face immediately fell, and she looked a little unhappy, barely responding to me. -- What a stingy woman, she's probably afraid of giving a wedding gift. I thought to myself, feeling quite annoyed. But then, thinking of her stinginess and her white thighs, I felt a surge of joy. On the wedding day, neither of them came; they only sent a 50-yuan red envelope through a messenger. -- What a stingy couple.

After the wedding, I moved into the new house, truly becoming Mrs. Chen's next-door neighbor. Five or six days later, I visited them to express my gratitude, bringing with me a gift for their son—a gift that cost more than twice the amount of their wedding gift, along with a bag of candy and two packs of cigarettes. Their seven- or eight-year-old son jumped for joy upon seeing the gift. Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen also seemed very happy and explained why they hadn't come. I chuckled inwardly. Knowing that Mr. and Mrs. Chen loved to take advantage of small things, whenever I visited, I would always bring a small trinket for their son, or deliberately leave a half-smoked cigarette on their coffee table when I left, or, when my wife wasn't home, buy some good food and wine and bring it to their house for a few drinks. Mr. and Mrs. Chen, seeing that they always got something for their money whenever I visited, were very hospitable. They were always happy to see me.

So, our relationship gradually improved. Sometimes they would cook something nice and occasionally come over to invite me. But to be fair, although Mrs. Chen was a bit greedy, she was a respectable woman. Her clothes at home were always neat and tidy, and I couldn't find any "flaws" to feast my eyes on. A few times, she wore a low-cut collarless top, only revealing a patch of her white breasts, not even a hint of cleavage. Or she wore a mid-length skirt, revealing an inch or two above her knees, showing off her pretty white calves, but never revealing half of her white thighs for me to see.

Old Chen had a very easy job, and his company never sent him on business trips. He had little social life, and apart from smoking and drinking, he had no other hobbies. He didn't even play the popular national pastime—mahjong. He basically stayed home after work. Mrs. Chen was the epitome of a devoted wife and mother. It seemed I had no chance at all. After more than a year, I gained nothing except knowing Mrs. Chen's name was Yang Xiufang, that she was 33 years old, and that she worked at an insurance company. All I had to do was spend several thousand yuan at their house – a truly pointless debt. Thinking about this wasteful debt, I was unwilling to give up. Soon, my daughter was born. My wife was taken to the countryside by my mother-in-law for postpartum care. I was left alone, so whenever I had free time, I would go to Old Chen's house. I spent another few hundred yuan – another unrecoverable debt. On one occasion, Mrs. Chen was wiping the dining chairs at the table, her backside bent over. I pretended to go to the restroom, and as I passed by her, I casually touched her buttocks. She looked up at me, but I acted as if I hadn't noticed and walked past without turning back. That one touch alone made my heart pound. In the restroom, I thought: I have to sleep with her, no matter what.

The next day was Saturday. Around six o'clock in the afternoon, I took three bottles of Great Wall dry red wine, some fish and meat, and knocked on Old Chen's door. When the door opened, I saw Mrs. Chen standing there. I said, "Sister Yang, I'm here for dinner again." Mrs. Chen said, "You're here, no need to bring anything, Xiao Hong. You're always so polite, I'm so sorry." She took my things and went to the kitchen. I sat with Old Chen on the sofa and watched TV for a while, then went to the kitchen and said, "Sister Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" "No, no, just wait and eat."

I snuggled up to her, praising her cooking and saying I wanted to learn how to cook. Actually, I was staring at her slender waist, high breasts, and round buttocks, and my mind wandered. Several times I impulsively wanted to lean in and hug her. After standing there for a while, worried that she and Old Chen might become suspicious, I decided not to linger too long and went back to the living room to watch TV. Half an hour later, Mrs. Chen brought out all the dishes and said dinner was ready. So the three of them and I sat down at the table to eat. As usual, Old Chen and I drank, while Mrs. Chen poured herself a small glass and drank while eating. When we finished eating, she had also finished her drink. I offered to pour her some more, but she refused. I sat there waiting for her son to finish eating, and after watching TV with him for a while, I ran a bath for him and put him to bed.

This time, I was determined to make a difference, so I tried my best to get Old Chen to drink, while I only took small sips myself. We drank for about two hours, and downed more than two bottles. Old Chen's voice started to slurred, and I was feeling a bit dizzy. At this point, Mrs. Chen, after helping her son to bed, took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Hearing that Old Chen was slurring his words, she came over and said, "That's enough, don't drink anymore, Xiao Hong, save it for tomorrow." I said, "Sister Yang, is it alright? Old Chen and I are both happy. Besides, we don't have to work tomorrow, let's drink until we drop." Old Chen also said, "No more, no more, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." I took off my watch and pointed to a bottle of liquor that had only been poured a little, saying, "If you drink this, the watch is yours."

They all knew my watch was a Citizen, a luxury brand worth over a thousand yuan. Old Chen grabbed the watch and said, "Is that really true?" I said, "Yes, when have I ever lied?" Old Chen pointed to his wife, "Does it count if she drinks it too?" "Yes!" Old Chen put the watch in his pocket, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it. Then he slammed the bottle down on the table, his bloodshot eyes and slurred speech saying to his wife, "Drink...drink it." His wife looked at me, then at him, then at the liquor. "I pretended to be drunk and said to her, 'Sister Yang, drink... drink... this, drink a thousand... a thousand yuan... and you'll make money.' Mrs. Chen finally couldn't resist the temptation of money. Frowning, she grabbed the bottle and drank it down in gulps. Then, her face flushed, she went back to the sofa to watch TV. By this time, Old Chen was already slumped on the table, snoring loudly.

I pretended to be asleep on the table at first, but secretly observed Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen would glance over at us from time to time, frowning. Finally, she came over and helped her husband into the room. Then she came out, bent down, and whispered in my ear, 'Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, are you drunk? You should go back to sleep.' Her warm breath warmed my face, and I couldn't help but feel hot all over." It took me a long time to restrain myself from reaching out to hug her.

I pretended to be drunk, stammering incoherently. She searched my body with one hand, finally finding the key on my waist. After trying two or three, she opened my front door. As she helped me inside, I pretended to stumble, bumping my shoulder and slamming the security door shut. She helped me to the room and bent down to lay me on the bed.

I tightened my grip on her waist, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto me. I grabbed her head with one hand and kissed her. She struggled to get up, but I held her tightly. With the other hand, I lifted her nightgown, slipped it under her legs, and quickly pulled her underwear down to her calves. Then, with one foot, I kicked her underwear off. She struggled to get up, panting heavily, whether from too much alcohol or exertion. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Thinking I was drunk and unconscious, she cried out, "Xiao Hong, it's me, it's Sister Yang, Sister Yang!"

I remained silent, one hand tracing up her smooth thigh to her groin. Her legs clamped tightly together, preventing my hand from reaching the center of her thighs. My mouth searched for hers, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head, refusing to let me touch her genitals. So, I leaned behind her ear, kissing from her earlobe down to her neck, and then from her neck to her forehead. My other hand no longer directly touched her genitals, but instead gently caressed her smooth thighs and buttocks. At first, she struggled fiercely, but after a while, she calmed down, no longer pushing me away, and mumbled something unintelligible. I noticed her tightly clenched legs relaxed, and when I placed my hand on her inner thighs, she stopped clamping her legs together. So I touched her clitoris and stroked it back and forth.

Slowly, I felt my hand getting wet, and I knew from the feeling that she was aroused. So I intensified my stroking. And I kissed her clitoris again, this time she didn't shake her head away. My lips touched her clitoris, but she still kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting my tongue in. My hand stroked her genitals for a while, then I used my middle finger to find her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. She moaned, "Ugh, don't do this, it's me." She used one hand to push my hand away.

I unzipped my pants, pulled her hand inside my crotch, and made her hold my already fully erect penis. She gently grasped it, and I felt her thumb circle the tip of my glans, as if assessing its thickness. I touched her vulva for a while, feeling that she was fully aroused, then straightened up, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled off her nightgown, and unhooked her bra. She was instantly naked before me. I didn't have time to admire her body; the lust that had accumulated for over a year erupted. I reached out and spread her legs, touched her vaginal opening, placed my penis against it, and thrust hard. My erect penis slid in very smoothly.

As my penis plunged deep into her vagina, she let out a long "oh," and ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. My lust flared fiercely, and I thrust in and out forcefully, each time penetrating deeply. I felt her vagina was incredibly wet and warm. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't had sex for over three months, or because I was so excited from missing her so much, but after only thirty or so thrusts, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back and thighs, as if I was about to ejaculate. I increased the force of my thrusts, and perhaps the slight trembling of my penis told her that I was about to ejaculate. She pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside, don't ejaculate inside." I ignored her words, grabbed her waist tightly, and thrust hard a few times, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. My penis trembled violently a few times before I ejaculated profusely, feeling like I had shot a lot, spraying all my hot semen inside her.

I left my penis inside her, lay on top of her, and kissed her breasts. She still had her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. After my penis went limp, I pulled out and saw white semen flowing out of her vagina, smearing a large patch on the vaginal opening. She sat up and slapped me hard across the face, saying, "Xiao Hong, you're so bad! You pretended to be drunk to rape me, you'll be going to jail!" Then she added, "If Old Chen finds out, he'll skin you alive." She then squatted on the bed, grabbed my underwear, and placed it under her vagina, letting her semen drip onto it.

As I admired her naked body, I said, "Go ahead and sue me. In my bed, who knows if we were actually having an affair? I'll just say you seduced me, and everyone will believe me. Otherwise, why are you in my bed?" She slapped me again, saying, "You're a shameless scoundrel! You raped me, and now you're trying to frame me!" I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped me, suddenly jumped off the bed, took out my camera from the dressing table drawer, and snapped two pictures of her naked body squatting on the bed.

She was immediately startled and lunged at me to snatch the camera from my hand. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" I said, "Don't accuse me of raping you, okay? I'll keep it as evidence of rape, and besides, I can enjoy it from time to time in jail." "Don't do this, Xiao Hong," her tone softened, "Since you've already done it, I'll let it go, just don't tell anyone, especially Lao Chen, don't let him get suspicious. Don't take pictures, don't get me into trouble." I put the camera in the drawer, pushed her down on the bed, "So, you don't mind if I do it again, right?" My naked body pressed against her delicate flesh, and my little brother immediately became erect again. I was surprised by my own lust and "rapid reaction." "No, give me the camera first," she said. "No, let me fuck you first, then I'll give it to you," I said firmly.

I pressed her down on the bed, and she struggled to get up, but how could she get up when I held her down? Finally, she stopped resisting and said helplessly, "You're shameless, but you have to give it to me." I didn't respond to her anymore, and kissed her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other playing with her clitoris. My tongue went into her mouth, stirring and sucking on her tongue.

I don't know if it was because my semen was still in her vagina, or because she was wet again. I just felt that it was wet and slippery to the touch. This time she lay on the bed, neither resisting nor responding, just letting me move her around lightly. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and thrust them in and out. My lips left hers, slowly kissing down her neck, past her breasts, and down to her lower abdomen. Then I gently tugged at her pubic hair with my teeth. As I bent down to part her vaginal opening and examine the tender red flesh inside, she clamped her thighs together and covered her vulva with her hands, preventing me from seeing. Honestly

, Mrs. Chen had a wonderful figure and complexion, as if she had never given birth. Her nipples, while not as pink as some virgins, weren't brown like some women's. Her abdomen was flat, without any stretch marks from childbirth. Her vulva was also beautiful, two full labia with a small groove, revealing tender red flesh in the middle. Her thighs were long, shapely, and firm; her skin was fair and delicate, so thin that in some places you could faintly see the bluish veins. Apart from a few small brown moles scattered throughout, her body was almost flawless.

I reached out and parted her legs, pushing away her hands that were covering her vulva, intending to lick her clitoris with my tongue. She quickly closed her legs again and pushed my head away, saying, "No, that's dirty." I tried to force myself on her, but she resolutely refused, so I gave up. I continued to probe her vagina with my fingers and kiss her. After a long while, I withdrew my fingers and said, "Okay, now put my little brother in." She said, "No, I won't." I pretended to be fierce and said, "You won't? Fine, then you can forget about the film." She reached down to my crotch, grabbed my penis, and guided it to her opening, then pinched it with her fingernail, saying, "Go to hell." "Ouch, that hurts. Fine, I'll let it die drunk in your hole then." With that, she thrust hard, inserting it all the way in.

As she thrust, I humiliated her: "How does my penis compare to your husband's?" Mrs. Chen remained silent. I asked again, harshly, "You won't tell me?" Mrs. Chen said, "I don't know." "How can you not know? If you want the film, answer honestly." After a long pause, Mrs. Chen said, "Yours is harder than his." "Whose is bigger?" "I don't know." I thrust hard again, "Whose is bigger?" "...about the same." "Is hard better or soft better?" ..."Is hard better or soft better?" I thrust in hard again. "Hard is better." "So, compared to your husband, you prefer me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist, pleading, "Don't say things like that, okay?" "Does your husband penetrate you often?" "Don't say that." "Did you have sex yesterday?" "No, no." "When did you do it?" "About three or four days ago." "Did you have an orgasm?" "It was alright." "Do you do it often?" "No, not really, usually once every three or four days." "Do you miss it?" ... "Do you miss it?" "Sometimes." "What if your husband doesn't do it when you miss it?" ... "Tell me!" "Don't say that." "Have you ever masturbated?" "Xiao Hong, you're so annoying, don't ask anymore." "If you don't tell me, I won't give you the film." "...Um, yes." "How do you do it?" "...How do we do it?" "...With my hand." "Does it feel good when I'm inside you?" I asked as I thrust harder. "Mmm...uh...it's...okay..." Mrs. Chen murmured softly.

"Was your husband your virginity taken?" "No." Mrs. Chen began to twist her hips beneath me, matching my movements. "Who was it?" "A college classmate." "How old were you when you started?" "Twenty-one." "How many times?" "Three times." "Lying." "Really, only three times." "Was it comfortable?" "No." "Not comfortable now?" "No, it's comfortable now." "Then it's not comfortable when you're with your husband, is it?" "Sometimes it's comfortable." "How many positions do you and your husband usually have?" "Three or four, I guess." "Try them all?" I said, then stopped. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop!" Mrs. Chen became anxious, arching her back and pressing it against my genitals, her hands tightly encircling my buttocks, preventing my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" "Mmm, it feels good. Don't stop." "So, are you still going to accuse me of rape?" I started thrusting harder again. "No, I won't accuse you, I won't accuse you from the start." "Do you like me?" "...No...I like you." "Then do you like my little brother?" I kept thrusting my penis in and out. "I don't like it." "Fine, I'll fuck you to death, anyway you don't like me, you're not a slut." "Will you let me fuck you again in the future?" "No." "You won't let me fuck you, right?" "No." "Will you let me fuck you or not?" "Ah...ah, hurry up, don't stop!" Mrs. Chen hugged my waist tightly with both hands, crossing her legs and pressing them against my buttocks. Just as her vagina contracted and tightened in waves, my semen gushed out like a burst dam, all of it shooting into Mrs. Chen's vagina.

This time, she didn't tell me not to ejaculate inside. "Oh—," Mrs. Chen stretched out her limbs, letting out a long breath, looking very content. Then she gently stroked my back with both hands. After a while, she said, "You're sweating." "Am I good?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked her. She punched me on the back, "You're annoying." She rolled over and threw me onto the bed, got up, and held out a hand: "Give it to me." "You want more?" "What? It's film." "What film?" I laughed, getting out of bed and taking the camera from the dressing table drawer, tossing it to her. She opened the camera cover and found it empty; there was no film inside. She said, "Oh, you little bastard, you tricked me." "If I didn't trick you, would you let me fuck you?" "Go to hell. Seriously, I'll let you take advantage this time, but if you dare to do it again, I won't allow it. I'll tell my husband to beat you to a pulp."

Mrs. Chen started getting dressed in bed. I got on the bed, hugged her, and fondled her breasts. "Are you so heartless?" "Take your dog paws off me," Mrs. Chen said. "Don't you have any regrets?" "Who do you think you are?" "I'm practically your husband now, aren't I?" "Please, you big idiot, you rapist!" Mrs. Chen picked up her underwear, about to put it on, when she suddenly grabbed mine, wiped it on her crotch, and threw it at me. Then she put on her underwear, put on her pajamas, dusted herself off, jumped out of bed, and was about to leave. I jumped down naked, hugged her from the front, and kissed her. Mrs. Chen let me touch her lips briefly before pushing me away, "Don't do anything reckless." She said, walking out of the room, opening my security door, and going outside.

I peeked out; the stairs were pitch black, and the neighbors were already asleep. Mrs. Chen opened her door and, like a ghost, silently slipped inside. Just as I was about to close the door, I, still naked, grabbed her waist from behind. My hands slipped under the hem of her nightgown, my fingers digging into her flesh, tightly cupping her round buttocks, pressing her lower abdomen against my genitals. Mrs. Chen leaned back slightly, "That's enough, stop, I'm going to scream if you don't let go." I held her soft body tightly, "Go ahead and scream."

Mrs. Chen used her hands to pry my hands off her buttocks, "You shameless bastard." Then she turned and shoved me forcefully towards the door, slamming it shut. I returned to bed, savoring Mrs. Chen's body. My long-cherished wish of over a year had been fulfilled; I tossed and turned, still incredibly excited. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my back. I reached up and looked in front of my eyes; it was a hair clip. "It must have been Mrs. Chen who dropped it," I thought. I held it to my nose and smelled it; the hair clip seemed to still carry Mrs. Chen's scent. That night, thinking about Mrs. Chen's body, I finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

The next morning, I woke up around 10 a.m., the sun high in the sky. I took a shower, combed my hair, and ate something quick and easy from the fridge. I went outside and knocked on the door across the hall. Old Chen opened the door and let me in. My eyes searched around, but I didn't see Mrs. Chen. So I sat on the sofa and chatted with Old Chen. He looked like he was still drunk, his eyes swollen, and he kept yawning. Just then, I heard the sound of a washing machine coming from the balcony. I figured she was doing laundry.

Sure enough, a little while later, Mrs. Chen came in from the balcony wearing an apron. I pretended to greet her casually, "Sister Yang." When she saw me, her expression seemed a little awkward, and she gave a soft "humph" in response. I noticed my watch was on Old Chen's wrist, but I pretended not to see it. I deliberately spoke loudly, "Sister Yang, I drank too much yesterday, and I think I left my watch at your house. Have you seen it?" Old Chen's face darkened further, as if stung by a bee, and he straightened up and headed for his room. I watched his retreating figure, secretly amused. Mrs. Chen replied irritably, "I don't know anything about you men's business." I took a hairpin from my pocket and started playing with it. Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. Chen saw the hairpin, she rushed over to snatch it back. I took the opportunity to give her a hard grope on the buttocks. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely but didn't say a word. I was itching to grab him, wanting to throw him to the ground and thrust into him like yesterday.

I swallowed hard and said to Old Chen's room, "Brother Chen, come here, I have something to discuss with you." Old Chen came out of the room, and I tossed him a Chung Hwa cigarette. "What's up?" he asked. His expression was very wary, as if he was afraid I'd take back my watch. "There's something I need your help with." "What is it?" "Well, my unit needs me to deliver some documents to the provincial capital, but I'm really busy and can't leave. Could you do it for me?" "It's not a very important document, but it's absolutely necessary. You just need to deliver it to the office and hand it over to the communications department. Of course, you give me the invoice, and I'll cover all the travel and accommodation expenses, plus half a Chung Hwa cigarette and a 300 yuan tip. The train leaves around noon, and I'll be back tomorrow morning. It won't interfere with your work. Is that alright?" "Just consider it a favor." Hearing there was a profit to be made, Old Chen said, "Alright, we're practically brothers, what's with the smoking? I'll call my boss and ask for half a day off tomorrow." "It's settled then." I pulled six hundred-yuan bills from my pocket and placed them on his coffee table.

Mrs. Chen seemed to know I had ulterior motives and called out, "Old Chen, don't agree to things so readily. It's been a long time since I've been to my mother's house. Let's go to my mother's for dinner today." "Helping with Xiao Hong is the right thing to do. You can go to your mother's house anytime, maybe next week." "That's right, Sister Yang, don't worry about it. Nothing will happen, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I said with a double meaning. Mrs. Chen hesitated, her face flushed, and behind Old Chen's back, she glared at me fiercely again. I went home, found the documents I was supposed to mail on Monday, sealed them, wrote the address on them, and took half a pack of "Chunghwa" cigarettes to Old Chen's house to give them to him. Old Chen happily took the letter and cigarettes, saying, "What are you doing? You're too kind, too kind. I'll go prepare them right away." I scurried back to my room. Mrs. Chen glared at me again. Just then, his son Pingping came out of his room, shouting, "Dad, I want to go too! I want to go too! Take me with you!" "Pingping, be good, don't go with Dad. Ask your mom to take you to Grandma's house,"

Old Chen said. I knew things were going to get messed up, so I quickly said, "Pingping, come here, don't bother your dad. Uncle will take you to play." I walked to his side and whispered, "Uncle will take you to buy a toy, but don't let your parents know." "Okay, okay!" Pingping was very happy. --After all, he's just a child. I took Pingping out the door, saying as we walked, "Sister Yang, I'm taking Pingping out to play for a bit, I'll be right back. I can't look after him this afternoon, you'll have to wait for me at home." I rode my bike with Pingping to the supermarket and bought him an electric remote-controlled toy car, which made him jump for joy. As we walked out of the supermarket, I asked, "Pingping, do you remember your grandma's house?" "I know, I've been there." Pingping was engrossed in playing with his toys. "Uncle has something to do right now and can't play with you, I'll take you to your grandma's house, okay?" Pingping, still fiddling with his toys, said without looking up, "Okay." --Just like my infatuation with his mother's body. So I took Pingping to his maternal grandmother's house and told his family that I had brought Pingping out to play, but something came up and I couldn't take him back, so I brought him here instead. They thanked me profusely. I checked my watch; it was past midnight.

So I went to a fast food restaurant and, while eating, took out my phone to call Old Chen's house. The phone rang two or three times before someone answered. "Sister Yang, this is Xiao Hong. Has Old Chen left?" I asked, recognizing Mrs. Chen's voice. "I don't know. What kind of scheme are you playing?" From her tone, I knew Old Chen had definitely left. "Wait at home. I'll bring Pingping back." I hung up before she could say anything. I packed some food to go and rode my bike home. I rang the doorbell at Old Chen's house, and Mrs. Chen opened the door. Seeing me come in alone, she asked, "Where's Pingping?" I put the lunchbox I brought back on the coffee table, pulled her into a hug, and kissed her cheek. "I sold him." Mrs. Chen broke free from my embrace, took a few steps away, and went to the sofa in the living room. "Where did you leave him?" "I sent him to his grandmother's house." I followed her, hugged her again, and pressed her onto the sofa. Mrs. Chen fell onto the sofa, and I leaned over her and kissed her, one hand holding her shoulder, the other slipping under her skirt and caressing her thigh. Mrs. Chen struggled, saying, "What are you doing? People across the street are watching." I got up, went to the living room window, and drew the curtains.

Mrs. Chen had already sat up. I pressed her back down onto the sofa. "Don't do this, I'm getting angry," Mrs. Chen said. "Didn't we just do it last night? Still trying to be faithful to your husband?" I teased. I continued to search for her lips to kiss her, one hand gently kneading her breast, the other tightly holding her waist. Mrs. Chen kept her lips tightly closed, so I pressed my lips to hers, licking her lips back and forth with my tongue. Then I pried open her lips and thrust in. Mrs. Chen clenched her teeth, not letting my tongue in. I placed my tongue between her upper and lower teeth, trying to open a door through the gap. Suddenly, Mrs. Chen opened her mouth and bit down hard on my tongue, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. I gave her bottom a hard squeeze, and Mrs. Chen cried out in pain. I yelled, "If you dare bite me again, I'll repay you in kind!" Then I kissed her again. This time, Mrs. Chen obediently let my tongue into her mouth. My tongue chased after hers, swirling and sucking. After kissing for a while, Mrs. Chen pulled away from my mouth and said, "Okay, okay, put me down." I didn't respond and kissed her neck. "If you want, let's go to bed,"

Mrs. Chen whispered almost inaudibly. I picked her up, and Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head against my chest. I put Mrs. Chen on the bed, and she clung to my neck. I took the opportunity to fall on top of her, and this time Mrs. Chen cooperated, and we kissed passionately.

My hand slipped under her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. As the panties fell from her waist, Mrs. Chen lifted her buttocks, and the panties slid smoothly down to her calves. My palm pressed against her mons pubis; it was wet to the touch. I gently massaged it. After a while, my fingers found her vulva, gently probing and digging, smearing her vaginal fluid on it and finding her clitoris. I dipped my index and middle fingers in the fluid and rubbed it in circles. Mrs. Chen's breathing quickened.

I stopped kissing her and began to undress her. Mrs. Chen quickly unbuttoned all her clothes with her right hand, and I easily ripped them off, revealing her curvaceous, snow-white, and voluptuous body. I noticed that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, growing in an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Looking at her full breasts and flat lower abdomen, my heart pounded even faster. Mrs. Chen lay there naked, seemingly shy, with her eyes closed. I quickly took off my own clothes and straddled her. Mrs. Chen spread her legs, naturally allowing my body to lie between them. I licked her nipples with my tongue, one hand still rubbing her clitoris, the other hand placed under her buttocks, gently scratching her buttocks with my fingers. "You want me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen didn't respond. I said again, "If you want me to penetrate you, you have to be obedient." I pressed the head of my penis against Mrs. Chen's vulva again. Mrs. Chen twisted her hips to adjust her position, so that her vaginal opening was aligned with my penis. I thrust my hips hard, and my penis slid in smoothly.

"Do you like me?" Mrs. Chen asked, wrapping her arms around my waist after I penetrated her. "Yes," I replied. "You like my little sister, right?" she chuckled. "I like both." As soon as I said that, I immediately remembered what I had said yesterday. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" I thrust in and out hard. Mrs. Chen continued to laugh. I freed one hand to knead her breasts, which bounced up and down like waves with my thrusts, and buried my head in my work. Mrs. Chen's head was tilted back, occasionally arching her lower abdomen to meet my thrusts.

I seemed to feel her vagina getting hotter and hotter, and I thrust faster and faster. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated, shooting all of it inside her. Then I let out a long breath and collapsed limply onto her. Mrs. Chen looked up, kissed my forehead, then reached down and touched the juncture of my penis and her vagina, finding a little bit of semen that had already leaked out. She looked at it, then smelled it.

"Never seen this before?" I asked her with a puzzled smile. "Is my semen particularly good?" "Pshaw, what are you being so vain about? But your semen is strange." "What's strange about it?" I asked. "I'm allergic to Mr. Chen's semen, but not yours. Why is that?" "Allergic?" I asked, puzzled. "Yes, whenever Mr. Chen doesn't wear a condom, I get itchy all over after sex, and I break out in small red rashes. It's really uncomfortable, so I always make him wear a condom and never let him ejaculate inside." "Do you always wear condoms?" "Yes." "How did Pingping come to be? Was he a bastard?" "Go to hell," Mrs. Chen shoved me. "It was only because he ejaculated inside me once or twice during childbirth." "You're so beautiful, your skin is so good, I thought you'd eaten too much semen." "What? I'm not ugly to begin with. I was the prettiest girl in my class when I was young, famous throughout school." Mrs. Chen stroked my back and said, "Not anymore, I'm too old." "No, you're still very beautiful, you know? The first time I saw you, I wanted to have sex with you." "Oh, you big pervert, you've been harboring these thoughts all along." Mrs. Chen scratched my back hard with her fingernail.

"Yes, I've wanted it for over a year, and now I finally have you, easing my longing," I said. "Am I really that good? But I'm five or six years older than you." I tugged at her earlobe and said, "Age isn't a problem. You're really good, very sexy, very attractive to men, but you're just not seductive enough." "Ha, do you like promiscuous women? Then your wife must be very seductive, right? But she doesn't seem like it." Mrs. Chen said with a laugh. "The purer the wife, the better; the seductive the mistress, the more interesting," I said with a laugh as well. "So you mean you want me to be seductive?" Mrs. Chen said. "Yes. You admit you're my mistress, right? But, there must be many men with a woman as beautiful as you, right? Which one am I?" "Get lost," Mrs. Chen punched my chest, "Which one are you? The 100th!" "No way? That's so exaggerated. Which one am I?" I said with a mournful face. "How many could I have?" Mrs. Chen laughed and said, "You, the short-lived devil, are the third." "Oh?" "The first was my first love, a college classmate; the second was my husband; the third is that short-lived little bastard." Mrs. Chen's smile remained unchanged. "Why did you break up with your first love?" I pulled my limp penis out of Mrs. Chen's vagina. "It wasn't suitable," Mrs. Chen said. "Why?" "It was also an allergy. He wanted it whenever he had the chance, but we couldn't find a condom. If I didn't let him, he would say I didn't love him. All men are like that." "Is it that simple?" "It's that simple." "Did you and him do it often? Did you still think about him?" "What? I was terrified back then, and I had an allergy. There was no fun at all, and I didn't want to do it at all. We only did it three times in a hurry. The three times combined didn't even last as long as yours once."

After Mrs. Chen finished speaking, she tapped my forehead with her finger. "I've long forgotten him now. I was only sad for a while when we broke up, but then I forgot about him. Looking back now, I realize I wasn't in love with him, just had a crush on him, and was curious about men." "Yes, it's good that you've forgotten. I think Old Chen treats you very well, and you love him very much. You two have a lot of fun, right?" Thinking of the tall and handsome Old Chen, I asked sourly. "He was good to me, but feelings are hard to explain. I was attracted to him because I thought he was good-looking." "Wasn't he good?" I felt cheerful. "I'm not talking about it anymore, I'm hungry." Mrs. Chen tried to push me away. I remained clung to her, "Go on." "Is it interesting for a grown man over 1.7 meters tall to act like a little woman?" Mrs. Chen countered with a question. Before I could answer, she continued, "I thought I was allergic to all men," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.

"Sometimes when I watch porn and see women accepting men's things so peacefully, it really makes me feel uneasy." "Yes, I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I have a special constitution," Mrs. Chen said. "And now?" I lewdly patted Mrs. Chen's vulva, which was filled with my semen. "Go away," Mrs. Chen pushed me away, "What are you so smug about?" "Am I smug?" I said, feigning grievance. Mrs. Chen patted my cheek, "Okay, that's enough. I'm really hungry, I'm going to eat." I rolled off Mrs. Chen: "I brought you fast food." "Trying to please me? Then you can eat it, right?" "I ate it." Mrs. Chen knelt on the bed, grabbed my underwear and wiped her genitals with it, wiping away the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that had dripped onto her thighs. She threw the underwear at my head: "Here you go." I grabbed the underwear, brought it to my nose and smelled it. "Ugh, it stinks." "That's because your stuff stinks." Mrs. Chen laughed. She grabbed the panties I had taken off on the bed to put them on. I snatched them away from her. "Forget it, don't wear them. Let me admire your beautiful body a little longer." "Pah, so embarrassing." Mrs. Chen pulled a towel folded in the corner of the bed, wrapped it around her chest and abdomen, grabbed two corners, tied a knot in front, and walked out of the room half-naked.

I lay half-reclined for a while, grabbed the underwear Mrs. Chen had used to wipe herself, put it around my waist, and followed her out. Mrs. Chen sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and ate the takeout I had bought while watching. I noticed that the towel she wore only covered her upper thighs, leaving her entire plump and slender thighs exposed. I sat down next to her, placed my hand on her raised leg, and admired this alluring beauty beside me.

Mrs. Chen finished her takeout and put the box on the coffee table. She leaned back on the sofa and started watching TV. "Hey, don't you have some porn? Take it out and watch some," I called to her. "What's so interesting about that? Go get it yourself if you want," Mrs. Chen gestured toward a cabinet next to the TV stand. I went over and opened the cabinet door. Inside were three or four pornographic DVDs. I picked one with an enticing cover, put it in the VCD player, sat down on the sofa next to Mrs. Chen, picked up the remote, changed the channel, and then placed one of Mrs. Chen's thighs on my lap and stroked it.

The scene showed a man and a woman, seemingly Japanese, entering a hotel room. The man helped the woman remove her coat, and they kissed. After a while, they fell onto the bed, tearing at each other and removing their clothes. The man knelt below the woman, licking her vulva. After a while, the man got up and made the woman kneel beside him, kissing his limp penis and blowing on it. Then they fell onto the bed and had sex, with clear images of the man's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman moaned and groaned exaggeratedly. Seeing this, my penis was already erect. I turned to look at Mrs. Chen, who was staring at the television.

I reached out and touched Mrs. Chen's vulva; she was already overflowing with desire. My fingers caressed her vulva, and Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, pinching one of my nipples with two fingers. After a while, I stood up, took off my underwear, flipped Mrs. Chen onto the sofa, tore off the towel wrapped around her, grabbed her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. I held her thighs with my hands, leaving her upper body on the sofa with her buttocks hanging in the air. I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust it in. Mrs. Chen grabbed my elbows with both hands, letting me thrust wildly.

With my vigorous movements, Mrs. Chen's legs slid off my shoulders, held in the air by my hands. After about seventy or eighty thrusts, Mrs. Chen's arms, which were holding her, became sore and swollen. I lowered her legs, turned her body back to me, and buried her head on the sofa with her buttocks raised high, revealing her vulva, which was not yet fully closed. I aimed my penis at that small hole from behind and inserted it. My lower abdomen slammed against her buttocks with each thrust. With each thrust, Mrs. Chen's drooping breasts swayed wildly.

The two of them silently thrust in and out seventy or eighty more times. Mrs. Chen groaned, "I'm so tired doing this, let's go to the bed." I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis, picked up Mrs. Chen, went into the room, put her on the bed, and then lay on top of her and thrust hard again. Perhaps because we had done it twice last night and I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer, probably seven or eight minutes. I felt a tingling sensation in my waist and ejaculated inside her again.

After a while, I patted Mrs. Chen's thighs, which were resting on my buttocks. Mrs. Chen lowered her legs and released her hands from my waist. I climbed off Mrs. Chen, leaned against the headboard, and asked her, "Do you have a cigarette?" Mrs. Chen said, "Why are you smoking? I hate men smoking." But she still grabbed my long shirt and wrapped it around her waist, got out of bed and went out, bringing back cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. I took it from her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked. After Mrs. Chen got into bed, she tore off the shirt around her waist, nestled naked in my arms, and used her hand to lift my limp penis, picking off a pubic hair that was stuck to it with semen and vaginal fluid—I couldn't tell if it was hers or mine—examining it closely. I put one arm around her shoulder and asked her, "Are you satisfied?" Mrs. Chen turned around, smiled charmingly at me, and then turned her head back to play with my penis. I noticed that semen from Mrs. Chen's vagina had dripped onto the sheets, staining them. I said to her, "Sister Yang, your sheets are dirty."

Mrs. Chen looked down, wiped her vulva, and then smeared her semen-covered hand on my chest, saying, "It's all your doing." I asked her, "Between me and Old Chen, who's better?" Mrs. Chen rested her head against my chest, "I don't know." "Tell me, I want to know." "Alright, alright, you're fiercer and more lewd, okay?" "So I'm better?" Mrs. Chen pinched my penis, "Are you showing off? How old are you?" "Do you like having sex with me?" "No," Mrs. Chen answered. "Really?" "Alright, alright, I can't argue with you."

I pretended to burn her with the half-smoked cigarette: "Your body is so perfect, let me leave a mark on you." Mrs. Chen quickly dodged, "Are you kidding me?" "Your figure and skin are really good, you don't look like you've had children." I looked at Mrs. Chen's curvaceous, delicate, fair, and faintly visible blue veins and said. "Not as good as your wife, right?" "No, you're more beautiful. My old hag looks terrible after having children." "Isn't Huihui (my wife, that's what I call her) very beautiful? She's so young and already called an old hag? What about me?" "You're more sexy and alluring than her." "Don't flatter me. If it were me instead, you wouldn't want to, would you?" "Ideally, both of us would be lying next to me, neither of us would be missing, we could love each other together." "Pah, you're never satisfied. If that were the case, Huihui would kill you." "Would you be willing if my wife didn't object?" "Don't talk about such impossible things."

I spread her legs, then parted her vulva, and inserted the half-smoked cigarette, turning it inside out, about a centimeter into her vagina. Then I let go, and Mrs. Chen's vagina naturally closed, trapping the cigarette. "What are you doing? Don't burn me!" Mrs. Chen tried to squeeze her legs together. "Don't move, or you'll really get burned." I buried my face between her legs, pretending to smoke. I took a drag, then smacked my lips and said, "Ah, the taste is definitely different." "What does it taste like?" Mrs. Chen asked, amused. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, and said, "Hmm, milk, apple, pear, and... ah, it's... a pungent smell." Seeing my reaction, Mrs. Chen couldn't hold back any longer, rubbing her stomach and bursting into laughter. Then she reached for the cigarette, put the end that was inserted into her vagina into my mouth, and said, "It tastes so good, let's try it again." I took two deep drags, then stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Alright, go home and sleep." "Aren't you sleeping here? There's no one here anyway." Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "That's great, I couldn't be happier. I was just too embarrassed to say it." "Pah, you've already stolen him away, and you're acting all innocent after getting a good deal? You're so shameless, and you still know how to be embarrassed?" Mrs. Chen leaned forward and put the ashtray on the ground. I reached out and flicked her nose. "Who stole whom is still unknown, aren't you the one cheating on me?" "You've spent a lot of money at my house over this long, haven't you?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked me. "Money is nothing. Having you, I wouldn't care about spending any amount of money." "You're really generous, spending two thousand dollars in just the last two days." Mrs. Chen, while speaking, wrapped my shirt around her waist, jumped off the bed, found the key, opened a drawer in the dressing table, took out a wad of cash, counted it to be about three thousand yuan, and came over to stuff it into the pocket of my shirt that was on the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "I'm giving your money back. Who wants your stinking money? This way I can feel at ease." Then she got back into bed and snuggled into my arms. I remained silent: What a lustful woman! For the sake of lust, she's actually become generous.

Mrs. Chen shifted her body and lay down beside me. "Sleep? Don't overthink things." I lay down beside her too. Mrs. Chen draped a thin blanket over both of us, then grabbed one of my arms and put it under her head. She faced me, her eyes closed. I reached down and began stroking her pubic hair, and before I knew it, she had fallen asleep. I don't know how long I

slept, but when I woke up, half of my body was numb and tingling. Turning around, I saw that arm was still under Mrs. Chen's head. She was still sleeping soundly, a smile playing on her lips. Was she dreaming of lovemaking? Looking at her, I couldn't help but wonder. I tried to gently pull my arm away, but it was numb and wouldn't obey me. I had to gently lift her head with my other hand and then use my body to move my numb arm out. Just as I was about to pull it out, Mrs. Chen opened her eyes and woke up.

She smiled at me, leaned closer, and asked, "Weren't you asleep?" "I was asleep, just woke up," I replied. I pulled my arm out and frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "My arm is numb." She took my arm and gently rubbed it. "What time is it?" I asked her. She pulled out her phone from under her pillow and looked at it. "Oh dear, it's already seven o'clock." "Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you." "No need, let's go out to eat," I said.

"Going out? That's too much trouble. Besides, what if someone sees us? Forget it, I'll just cook, it'll be quick." Mrs. Chen said, getting dressed. I grabbed her underwear and bra. "Don't wear these, we're at home anyway." As she put on her skirt, I noticed a thin layer of dried semen and vaginal fluid had formed on her thighs and groin. After

she finished, she patted my face and said, "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when you're done." After she left, I smelled her panties; they didn't smell bad. I opened them and looked at them. They were white cotton panties, quite nice quality, with small machine-embroidered flowers. There were some faint stains, probably from her vaginal fluid. Thinking of them clinging tightly to Mrs. Chen's buttocks and vulva, my penis became erect again. I put down her panties, grabbed her bra, and then I heard her making a phone call in the living room.

"...Mom, it's Xiufang...Is Pingping with you?...Have you had dinner yet?...Old Chen is away on a business trip...A colleague invited me to dinner tonight for their birthday, so I won't be back until later...Pingping is staying with you, I'll pick him up for school tomorrow morning..." I laughed: So, even carnal pleasures have turned her into a slut. Looks like she wants me to stay the night. I put on my underwear, went to the living room, and sat down. The TV was still on, but the porn had already finished. I turned off the VCD player. Then I made a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, and changed the channel to watch the news.

After drinking half a pot of tea, I saw that the news wasn't very interesting. So I got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Mrs. Chen's body, only wearing a long skirt and no bra or lingerie, a surge of desire arose within me. I walked behind her and hugged her waist. She turned and smiled at me, "Not sleeping anymore? It'll be ready soon." I lifted her long skirt to her waist, revealing her round, white buttocks. She slapped my hand, "What are you doing, you starving ghost? The people across the street will see!" I turned around and snapped the kitchen light off, saying, "Is it okay now?" Mrs. Chen turned her upper body to kiss me. As I kissed her, I rolled her long skirt up to her waist, caressing her smooth buttocks and thighs. Then I moved towards her vulva. A moment later, Mrs. Chen's lower body became wet.

I turned Mrs. Chen around, pressing her upper body towards the sink. She braced herself against the edge of the sink, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks. I pulled down her underwear, clamped my penis between my fingers, located her vaginal opening, and thrust in forcefully. Mrs. Chen groaned as I entered, one hand reaching back to hug my buttocks tightly. My hands grasped Mrs. Chen's two full breasts; perhaps the semen on my penis had formed a dry, hard scab? Although Mrs. Chen's vulva was wet, it wasn't very smooth when I first entered. So I gently thrust in and out seven or eight times until my penis was fully coated with her fluids, then it went in smoothly, and I started thrusting vigorously. This time I didn't change positions, and I went at it for a particularly long time, a good ten minutes or so. Under my vigorous thrusting, Mrs. Chen's upper body was already slumped over the sink. I reached down and touched her inner thighs, and found that our combined fluids were flowing down her thighs and almost to her knees.

Mrs. Chen cooperated by twisting her hips to meet my advances. After a while, Mrs. Chen's buttocks stopped wriggling. She lay there half-paralyzed, motionless, letting my penis roam freely in and out of her vagina. I thrust in and out dozens more times, then my body shuddered, my penis throbbed a few times inside her, and then I ejaculated completely. I continued to let my penis remain inside Mrs. Chen's vagina, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina enveloping me. I used my hands to grasp and knead Mrs. Chen's breasts. Mrs. Chen didn't straighten up; her upper body remained bent over the edge of the pool, as if savoring the afterglow of our recent pleasure.

Suddenly, I smelled a burning odor. I sniffed, "What's burning?" Mrs. Chen suddenly realized, "Oh dear, this is my food!" Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina and that I was naked, she straightened up, rushed to the light switch, turned on the light, then ran to the stove, lifted the lid, and found the stewed meat inside was burnt. "This is terrible, we can't eat it now," Mrs. Chen said, looking disappointed. "Never mind," I comforted her, "With you, I'm full even without eating dinner." "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Chen said apologetically, picking up the pot. "How about I fry two eggs for you?" "Okay, you ate my two eggs, I'll eat yours two eggs, we're even." "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away, go away, stay over there, and put your clothes on, you shameless person!"

Mrs. Chen pushed me away. I reached under her skirt and touched her thigh. Unexpectedly, the semen I'd ejaculated inside her vagina had all flowed down her thigh, leaving my hand sticky. I smeared it on Mrs. Chen's left cheek. "Smells good, doesn't it? I heard semen is good for beauty, don't waste it." Mrs. Chen kicked my shin. "It stinks! Who wants your stinky stuff?" I picked up my pants from the floor, looked up, and saw a few chili peppers in the vegetable basket. An idea struck me. While Mrs. Chen wasn't looking, I secretly took one, went to my room, and stuffed it under my pillow before returning to the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen brought out the dishes. "Dinner's ready." I walked to the table naked, wearing only my underwear. Mrs. Chen said, "Don't you have any clothes? You're making a fool of yourself."

I said, "There's no one else here, we're practically family," and sat down. Mrs. Chen filled a bowl with rice for me and put a big piece of egg in it. "Try my cooking, isn't it good?" "Delicious, delicious, I've tried it before." "But today is different." Even the food is different after we're in bed? -- I chuckled inwardly. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen watched me take a bite. "Delicious, delicious, just like you." I smacked my lips exaggeratedly. "You're such a smooth talker." Mrs. Chen smiled contentedly, picked up her bowl, and filled it with rice for herself. Before I finished my bowl, Mrs. Chen asked, "Would you like some wine?" "Sure, but you have to drink with me." "I don't drink." Mrs. Chen got up and handed me a glass, then grabbed a bottle of "Jiannanchun" liquor. "If you don't have good wine, this is the best." She opened the cap and poured a full glass into mine. "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked after taking a sip.

"Is it good?" Mrs. Chen grabbed my glass and took a sip. "Oh dear, you're so fierce! You should drink less, or you'll get drunk and then..." Mrs. Chen chuckled, not finishing her sentence. "If you get drunk, I'll rape you again, right?" I laughed, finishing the sentence for her. "Good to know." Mrs. Chen finished speaking and burst out laughing. "Then drink more, and I'll let you rape me," I said, giving her a quick pinch on the butt.

Mrs. Chen tapped me on the head with her chopsticks, "I'm too lazy to talk to you." After a few bites of rice, she said, "Have some soup, it's good for people who drink."

"Okay." I finished the last bite of rice in my bowl. I picked up my wine glass, "Want some more rice?" "No, thank you." "Eat some more, make sure you're full, drink less wine." After saying that, she took my bowl, filled it again, and placed it in front of me. "If you eat too much rice, you won't be able to eat anymore," I said. "Then you eat rice, I don't want you to eat." I picked up my glass and took a sip, "Want some too?" Mrs. Chen took my glass and took a sip. She stuck out her tongue, gasped, "It tastes awful."

I finished my bowl of rice. Mrs. Chen also finished her bowl and stopped eating. "You're full, eat some more vegetables." "Then let's have some wine." "No, it tastes awful."

"Just a little bit, it'll make things more romantic later," I said. "Pah, who wants to be romantic with you?" Mrs. Chen said, but took my glass and took a sip. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses drinks?" I asked her. "Okay, but no cheating." We played twenty or thirty times, winning and losing, until we'd drunk half a bottle of wine. I lost three times in a row, took three sips, and finished my glass. I reached for the bottle, but Mrs. Chen snatched it away: "Don't drink anymore, it's bad for your health." She took the bottle inside, walked a few steps, then came back and poured half a glass into mine. "If you want some more, drink a little, but don't drink too much, it's not good for you." I reached out and stroked her hand holding the wine bottle, saying, "I'm so happy, this feels like home."

"You still have some sense of right and wrong? I thought you'd forgotten your bearings." Mrs. Chen gave me a charming smile and gracefully walked into the kitchen. I watched her retreating figure, finishing my drink in one gulp. I helped clear the dishes away. "Who asked for your help? Go, go, go sit on the sofa. Walking around naked, is that a good look?" Mrs. Chen punched me on the back. I chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the chest: "Good intentions met with lightning strike." Then I went to watch TV.

After washing the dishes, Mrs. Chen went to the room to get some clothes. She draped my clothes over me, saying, "You're such a stinky man, drinking and not wearing clothes, be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to take a shower." I put on my clothes and watched TV for a while, but it was quite boring. Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, I went over. The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in.

I saw Mrs. Chen completely soaked, her wet hair flowing smoothly down her back, and her pubic hair clinging tightly to her mons pubis. Startled by my entrance, Mrs. Chen gasped, "What are you doing in here, you idiot?" I hung my clothes on the hook. "Can't we shower together?" "No, it looks awful," Mrs. Chen said. I went over and embraced her body, which was covered in shower gel, and began to massage her. Her skin, coated in shower gel, was slippery and felt wonderful to the touch. Mrs. Chen poured water from the showerhead onto me. "Help me lather up with soap," I said, caressing her body. Mrs. Chen turned around, picked up the soap, and lathered my entire body with it. Our two bodies, covered in shower gel and soap, pressed together, smooth and slippery. My hands swept back and forth over Mrs. Chen's vulva, my mouth gently biting her earlobe. Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, letting me support her. Her hands grasped my penis and rubbed it, occasionally scratching my scrotum with her nails. My fingers also reached into Mrs. Chen's vulva, inserting a little bit, gently tapping and probing.

The bathroom mirror reflected our intertwined bodies and lewd actions. Soon, my penis became erect. Because my hands were wet and stained with Mrs. Chen's shower gel, I couldn't tell if she was aroused or how much. I turned Mrs. Chen around so she was facing me. I pressed my hard penis against her genitals. Mrs. Chen moaned, "Don't go in, I'm not clean yet." I rubbed my glans gently around her vulva. Mrs. Chen laughed, "Here we go again, you're like a hungry ghost, I don't know if you're a machine or a donkey." You laughed and said, "What do you think? You're not bad either, we're even."

I reached for her vaginal opening with my hand, aligned my penis with it, and thrust hard, inserting it inside. Mrs. Chen gasped softly, "Don't do it like that, it's not easy to do it standing up." I thrust in and out, but because I was standing, I couldn't insert very deeply, and perhaps because of the excessive water or shower gel, my penis slipped out several times during thrusting. Mrs. Chen leaned against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to allow me to penetrate deeper.

After a couple hundred thrusts, seeing that Mrs. Chen looked tired from standing on tiptoe, I lifted her onto the sink, had her sit there, then spread her legs as high as possible, resting her knees on my armpits, and thrust deeply into her vagina. Mrs. Chen's hands were tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly. Her legs swayed with my thrusts, her heels repeatedly hitting my lower back. I don't know how many times she thrust in and out, until I was drenched in sweat, before finally ejaculating inside me. Mrs. Chen pinched my nose, whether in praise or reward, I couldn't tell, "You're truly a ravenous wolf reincarnated from a lecherous ghost." Then she jumped off the sink, turned on the shower, and rinsed off the soap. Turning to face me, she held up her hand above my head: "Why are you so short? You're not even as tall as me." "Really? But why am I usually on top?" Mrs. Chen shoved the showerhead into my hand, giggling, "You're never serious, you're such a rascal. I'm ignoring you."

After showering, Mrs. Chen put on a sexy nightgown. I still wouldn't let her wear underwear or a bra. Under the light, because the nightgown was soft, her shapely curves were vaguely visible, the two mounds of flesh on top and the dark area below. I ran out of the bathroom naked as usual and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Mrs. Chen went into the room and got a large bath towel to drape over me. Then she added hot water to the tea I had just made, poured me a cup, and sat down next to me, curling her upper body into my arms. After watching TV for a while, she turned to me and asked, "Want a smoke?" "Sure," I replied. Mrs. Chen went to the room, retrieved the pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in my mouth. "What a gentle, kind, understanding, and considerate wife," I patted her bottom. "Am I really that good?" Mrs. Chen tilted her head to look at me. "Anyone who says no, I'll be the first to argue with them." Mrs. Chen remained sitting beside me, curled up in my lap, watching TV while pinching a piece of flesh on my waist with two fingers.

After a while, Mrs. Chen suddenly looked up and asked me, "Xiao Hong, in ten years, will you still want me?" "Yes," I said without hesitation. "But I'll be old then, ugly, while you'll still be young." "In my eyes, you'll never grow old. Even if you're toothless, you'll still be as beautiful and lovely as you are today." "You're not lying to me, are you? You're making it sound so nice now, but when the time comes, I'm afraid you won't even answer when I call you." "How could that be? I'm more afraid you'll turn your back on me tomorrow," I said, gently stroking her back.

"You really want to be with me?" she asked. "Yes, of course," I said, lowering my head to kiss her lightly. "Okay, let's make a three-point agreement." "What three-point agreement?" I asked with great interest.

She thought for a moment and said, "First, when there are strangers around, don't keep staring at me. It makes me feel uneasy. And don't try to take advantage of me like you did this morning." "Okay," I said. "And the second one?" She stood up and took a few steps. "Second... the second one is not to keep coming to my house. It will make people notice. You're only allowed to come once a week." She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "How about two more times, so I can see you more often?" "That's fine, but what if I miss you?" "Don't interrupt," she said.

"Then what's the third?" I asked. She paced a few more steps, "The third, the third... let me think." "Oh, the second one is that when you come to my house, I'll pretend not to pay much attention to you, but don't get angry. I'm afraid my husband will become suspicious if I'm too enthusiastic." "Okay," I said. She took a few more steps and said, "The third one is that you can't be nice to other women. If I find out, I won't talk to you anymore." "Okay, with such a beautiful woman like you, how could I think about other people?" "This is for your own good. Many women aren't clean these days. If you're not clean, I will absolutely ignore you." "What about my wife? What about her?" "Who told you to ignore your wife? I mean, other women besides Huihui and me." She said seriously, "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" I asked her with a smile. "You idiot, can't you even make a phone call?" she said. "I'll give you my phone number later." "But your husband and Huihui are always at home, they don't go on business trips," I said. "You're such a silly pig, can't we agree to leave work an hour early?" She flicked my cheek and said.

"But we can't meet up too often, let me think, once every ten years," she said with a smile. "What?" I almost jumped up, "I'd rather die then." "Then go die, I'll be less worried if you die," Mrs. Chen said. "No, no, three times a week, how about that?" "What? Are you looking for death?" She thought for a moment and said, "No, that's too much, once every six months." She laughed again. "That's too little, at least twice a week." "No, once a month at most," she said, still laughing. "That's too little, at least once a week."

"Twice a month, don't say anymore, it's settled then." She looked at my face, then squatted down in front of me. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" "I'm unhappy, it's too little," I said. "Don't be like that, okay then, if you behave well, I'll reward you again once a month." "How do I behave well?" "By keeping the three rules." "Isn't it about your skills in bed?"

I said with a laugh. "You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth," Mrs. Chen punched me lightly. "Alright then, if you behave well, I'll reward you once a month too." I sighed. "That won't do, your reward doesn't count," she said. "Fine, fine, you decide. She's someone else's wife anyway, I can't control her. I'll use her once and for all. But I should thank you for helping me scheme against your husband." Hearing this, she suddenly jumped up, grabbed the cup of tea from the coffee table, and splashed it on my face: "You bastard, get out!" Then she ran into the room and slammed the door shut.

I wiped the tea off my face, thinking: Women's hearts are truly unpredictable. She's probably still a little ashamed, and her anger is just a result of her shame. After sitting for a while, I felt something was wrong. I stood up, intending to go to the room to comfort her, but the door was locked from the inside.

I knocked, but there was no response. I knocked harder, but still no answer. I called out, "Sister Yang, open the door! I was wrong, please let me in." The response from inside was, "Get out!" "I was wrong, I apologize, okay?" "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I kept pleading and knocking, but there was no response. After waiting for more than ten minutes, I sighed and said, "Sister Yang, I've really upset you. If you really want me to leave, fine, I'll go. But my clothes are still inside, you have to let me in to get them." I heard footsteps inside, and the lock clicked open.

I opened the door and saw Mrs. Chen lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably; she was clearly crying. I went over and gently patted her shoulder, saying, "Sister Yang, I was wrong, I'm sorry." Mrs. Chen shook her shoulders, trying to shake off my hand. I forcibly lifted her head and saw that her eyes were red and swollen, tears still streaming down her face, like a pear blossom in spring rain. I was instantly moved, my true feelings overflowing, and boundless tenderness welled up in my heart. I grabbed her hand to slap her face, but she broke free. So I slapped myself twice loudly with my own hand, and was about to slap myself again when she suddenly grabbed my hand, choking out, "What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" "I'm bad. You've been so sincere to me, and I'm ungrateful, saying things that hurt you." I hugged her. Then I leaned down and kissed her eyes. She closed her eyes, and tears flowed even more freely. I said to her, "Don't be sad, okay? If you keep crying, my heart will break. I'm such a bastard, I've ruined your feelings." I kept kissing her face. Five or six minutes later, she calmed down and stopped crying. I took her hand, "Hit me, okay?" "What are you doing? My hand isn't that cheap." "Yes, yes, yes," I slapped myself hard again. "What are you doing?" she opened her eyes, "Don't hit me." "So you forgive me?" "Forgive me, give me a smile," I said.

She still ignored me, so I reached out and tickled her armpit. She suddenly laughed and broke free from my embrace. I pounced on her and kissed her, but she clenched her teeth, dodging me back and forth, refusing to let me kiss her. I sighed and said, "I'm like a toad that ate swan meat, claiming to fly high, or a blind cat that stumbled upon a dead mouse, yet calling the mouse blind." She chuckled, "Who are you calling the dead mouse?" "Me, me," I quickly said. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth, obediently letting my tongue enter. She gently stroked my face and asked, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. Compared to the pain in your heart, what is it?" Upon hearing this, she began to kiss me passionately. After this, it seemed we both knew the other had genuine feelings for us; our emotions had taken a leap, and we were all incredibly passionate, embracing and kissing each other wildly. After a while, I pulled off her nightgown, leaving her completely naked on the bed. I caressed her already wet vulva, my lips moving from her forehead to her breasts, and back again. She held my head with one hand and grasped my penis with the other, guiding it towards her opening. The moment my glans touched her vagina, I thrust in.

She hugged me tightly, murmuring something unintelligible. After three or four thrusts, "Ring..." the phone rang. She reached for the phone on the bedside table, but didn't answer and put it down again. Less than five seconds later, the phone stubbornly rang again. This time she answered, placing a hand on my chest, signaling me to stop. My desire was at its peak, and I wasn't about to stop. She held the phone to her ear, pressed the receiver, and whispered to me, "It's my husband." The voice from the receiver was soft but clear: "...I've arrived and settled in. Is Pingping asleep?" "Ping...Ping went to my mom's...mom's house." "Why didn't you go?" "It's... Xiao Wang's birthday, he invited... us... a few colleagues... to dinner."

Because of my forceful thrusting, Mrs. Chen's body trembled with each stroke, making her speech incoherent. She pinched me hard with her left hand, signaling me to stop, but I ignored her and increased the force of my thrusts. "Which Xiao Wang?" "It's... the Xiao Wang downstairs in my office... ah." "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" "...Ugh, no, no... I was watching a horror movie... it was really... scary..." Mrs. Chen reacted to my forceful thrusts, her speech becoming even more incoherent. "A horror movie? Which channel?"

Old Chen seemed a little suspicious, but he never dreamed that his wife, who was talking to him on the phone, was being vigorously penetrated by a large penis. "Ah...it's a rented...movie...ah ha." "Since you're so scared, don't watch it. Go to sleep early. I'll be back tomorrow. Long journeys are expensive, I'm hanging up." Old Chen probably thought his wife's trembling voice was from fear, right? Haha, she'll never imagine in her next life that it's from pleasure, will she? I thought, feeling even more smug—I'm doing hard labor for someone else, while my beautiful wife is being fucked by someone else's big penis at home. This is what happens to men who are greedy for small gains.

"--I groan," I took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from my brow, and collapsed onto the sofa that I had just moved in and hadn't even put away yet, rubbing my sore legs and arms.

After more than two months of hard work, the decoration of my new home is basically complete. A moment later, "bang, bang, bang," came the sound of knocking on the security door. I hadn't installed a doorbell yet. "Who is it?" I asked. "

Your neighbor across the street." Hearing this, I quickly replied, "Coming!" There's a saying that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative; it's important to maintain good neighborly relations, especially now that social security is poor and thieves are rampant. (Don't misunderstand, this isn't a complete condemnation of society, but thieves are indeed numerous and skilled). I opened the door, and a tall man of about forty years old stood outside. I'm short, and he, nearly six feet tall, was almost a head taller than me. "Please come in," I said. "You've moved in?" "I saw you moving things in downstairs." "Yes, it's not ready yet, so we won't be able to move in for a while." "The renovation is quite nice." He looked up and surveyed my apartment. "No, it's just average." To be honest, due to financial constraints, the only notable thing about the apartment was the wooden floor. There wasn't much furniture, let alone any modern appliances like a home theater system. "Please sit down." I gestured to the sofa. "It's not finished yet, we haven't even had a drop of water." I took out a cigarette. "Want one?" He reached out, took it, lit it, and exhaled... A puff of smoke. Looking at his posture and the smoke he exhaled, I thought—he's a heavy smoker. The two of them sat on the sofa and started chatting.

During our conversation, I learned that his surname was Chen, he worked at a quality inspection institute in the city, and had moved here more than a year ago, living right across from mine. Soon after, I saw the house across the street—his—and a woman with a very good figure, judging from her back, was unlocking her door. Old Chen called out to her, and the woman turned around. Seeing him sitting in my house, she came over as well. Like her husband, she looked around the house's decor as soon as she entered. "She's a new neighbor, surnamed Liu," Old Chen introduced. "This is my wife," he added to me. "Oh, hello," his wife smiled at me. "Hello," I stood up to greet her. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, quite resembling Jiang Shan in appearance.

Her skin was smooth and fair, with a soft glow. Perhaps her married life was very fulfilling, I thought to myself. It's said that women with satisfying sex lives have beautiful skin. "Go back," she called to her husband as she turned. He stood up. "Come over sometime," he said to me. "Okay, I will when I'm free," I replied. I saw them out. His wife was probably around 1.6 meters tall, about my height. "What a beautiful woman," I thought to myself, watching her retreating figure.

About two days later, I was delivering some things to our new home when I ran into Mrs. Chen on the stairs. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back. That was my greeting. To be honest, I'm not good at talking or socializing, and I'm not tall or particularly good-looking, so I'm always a bit insecure.

As I was leaving, I saw the door across the street was open, so I went over. I knocked on the open door, and Old Chen peeked out from the room next to the living room. "It's you! Please come in, please come in." I went in and sat down on his sofa. Old Chen poured me a glass of water. After chatting for a bit, I stood up and looked around his house, and Old Chen accompanied me. Then I sat back down, complimented how beautiful the house was, and chatted about random things, hoping to see Mrs. Chen, but she didn't show up. After a while, I got bored and said goodbye. A dozen or so days later, I received a call from Mr. Chen while I was at work. He told me that both of our security doors had been broken into, and asked me to come over that evening so we could go to the community management office together. That evening, I went to Mr. Chen's house first, and we met up at the community management office. Mr. Chen's wife followed behind.

At the property management office, Mr. and Mrs. Chen spoke first, emotionally recounting the situation to a man who appeared to be a manager. Unexpectedly, the manager arrogantly said, "We can't do anything about what you're saying; we only handle public area security." Mr. and Mrs. Chen were stunned, unable to think of anything to say. "But the property management fee you collect includes security. Didn't you hire security guards for the community? What kind of security is public safety? What does it have to do with the residents? If you only manage the security of public areas, then the residents' safety interests are not guaranteed, right? What are you managing then? What are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," I said. "Yes, yes, what are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," Mrs. Chen echoed. With our insistence, the property management company finally agreed to send someone over the next day to inspect and compensate us for the damage. As

we left the community's property management office, Mr. and Mrs. Chen seemed very happy. They invited me to their home for a while. So I went up with them. When I arrived at their home, they were very polite to me because of my behavior at the property management office. Especially Mrs. Chen, who, sitting on the sofa next to me, was still caught up in the excitement and joy of her successful negotiation. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were animated, and she was loudly proclaiming her negotiation "theory," even occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her white, plump thigh without realizing it.

I would steal glances at her thigh every now and then. My heart fluttered—she was truly a beauty, I thought. Afraid that Mr. Chen and she would find out, I didn't dare look too much, but that section of white, plump thigh kept appearing before my eyes for several days. More than twenty days later, three or four days before my wedding, we became neighbors after all. I sent an invitation to the couple to build a good relationship. The image of Mrs. Chen's white legs flashed through my mind. So I went to Old Chen's house, but he wasn't there. I gave the invitation to Mrs. Chen, told her about the wedding, and asked them to come.

Mrs. Chen's smiling face immediately fell, and she looked a little unhappy, barely paying attention to me. -- What a stingy woman, she's probably afraid of giving a wedding gift, I thought. I was quite unhappy. But then, thinking of her stinginess and her fair thighs, I felt a surge of joy. On the wedding day, neither she nor her husband came, only sending a 50-yuan red envelope via a messenger. -- What a stingy couple.

After the wedding, I moved into the new house, truly becoming Mrs. Chen's next-door neighbor. Five or six days later, I brought gifts for their son—more than twice the amount of their wedding gift, a bag of candy and two packs of cigarettes—and visited to thank them. Their seven or eight-year-old son jumped for joy when he saw the gifts. Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen also seemed very happy. And then he explained why they hadn't come. I chuckled inwardly. Knowing that Old Chen and his wife loved to take advantage of others, whenever I visited their home, I would always bring a small trinket for their son, or deliberately leave a half-smoked cigarette on their coffee table when I left. Or, when his wife wasn't home, I would buy some good food and wine and bring it to Old Chen's for a few drinks. Old Chen and his wife, seeing that they always got something for themselves whenever I visited, were very hospitable to me. They were always happy to see me.

So, our relationship improved day by day. Sometimes when they cooked something delicious, they would occasionally come over and invite me over. But to be fair, although Mrs. Chen loved to take advantage of others, she was a respectable woman. Her clothes at home were always neat and tidy, and I couldn't find any "flaws" that I could feast my eyes on. On a few occasions, she wore a low-cut, collarless blouse, revealing only a patch of her white breasts, not even a cleavage. Or she wore a mid-length skirt, revealing an inch or two above her knees, showing off her pretty white calves, but never revealing half of her white thighs for me to see.

Old Chen had a very easy job, and his company never sent him on business trips. He had little social life, and besides smoking and drinking, he had no other hobbies, not even playing the popular national pastime—mahjong. He basically stayed home after work. Mrs. Chen was the epitome of a devoted wife and mother. It seemed I had no chance at all. After more than a year of this, I gained nothing, except knowing that Mrs. Chen's name was Yang Xiufang, that she was 33 years old, and that she worked at an insurance company, and the thousands of yuan I spent on "dumb accounts" at their home. Thinking about all the debts I'd incurred, I was still unwilling to give up. Soon after, my daughter was born. My wife was taken to the countryside by my mother-in-law to recuperate after childbirth. I was left alone, so whenever I had free time, I'd go to Old Chen's house. I ended up spending several hundred yuan more on these "dead debts." One time, Mrs. Chen was wiping the dining chairs at the table, her backside bent over. I pretended to go to the bathroom, and as I passed by her, I casually touched her buttocks. She looked up at me, but I pretended not to notice and walked past without turning back. But that one touch was enough to make my heart race. In the bathroom, I thought: I have to sleep with her no matter what.

The next day was Saturday, around six in the afternoon. I took three bottles of Great Wall red wine, bought some fish and meat, and went to Old Chen's house to knock on the door. As soon as the door opened, I saw Mrs. Chen standing by the door, and I said, "Sister Yang, I'm here for dinner again." Mrs. Chen said, "You're here, why bring anything? Xiao Hong, you're always so polite, I'm so sorry." As she spoke, she took my things and went to the kitchen. I sat with Mrs. Chen on the sofa and watched TV for a while, then went to the kitchen and said, "Sister Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" "No, no, just wait and eat."

I snuggled up to her, praising her cooking and saying I wanted to learn how to cook. Actually, looking at her slender waist, high breasts, and round buttocks, I had impulsive thoughts and several times wanted to lean in and hug her. After standing there for a while, worried that she and Old Chen might become suspicious, I decided not to linger too long and went back to the living room to watch TV. About half an hour later, Mrs. Chen brought out all the dishes and announced that dinner was ready. So the three of them and I sat down at the table to eat. As usual, Old Chen and I drank, while Mrs. Chen poured herself a small glass and drank while eating. When we finished eating, she had also finished her drink, and when I offered to pour her another, she repeatedly declined. I sat there waiting for her son to finish eating, watched TV with him for a while, then prepared a bath for him and put him to bed.

This time, I was determined to make a difference, so I tried my best to get Old Chen to drink, while I only took small sips myself. We drank for about two hours, and downed more than two bottles. Old Chen's voice started to slurred, and I was feeling a bit dizzy. At this point, Mrs. Chen, after helping her son to bed, took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Hearing that Old Chen was slurring his words, she came over and said, "That's enough, don't drink anymore, Xiao Hong, save it for tomorrow." I said, "Sister Yang, is it alright? Old Chen and I are both happy. Besides, we don't have to work tomorrow, let's drink until we drop." Old Chen also said, "No more, no more, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." I took off my watch and pointed to a bottle of liquor that had only been poured a little, saying, "If you drink this, the watch is yours."

They all knew my watch was a Citizen, a luxury brand worth over a thousand yuan. Old Chen grabbed the watch and said, "Is that really true?" I said, "Yes, when have I ever lied?" Old Chen pointed to his wife, "Does it count if she drinks it too?" "Yes!" Old Chen put the watch in his pocket, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it. Then he slammed the bottle down on the table, his bloodshot eyes and slurred speech saying to his wife, "Drink...drink it." His wife looked at me, then at him, then at the liquor. "I pretended to be drunk and said to her, 'Sister Yang, drink... drink... this, drink a thousand... a thousand yuan... and you'll make money.' Mrs. Chen finally couldn't resist the temptation of money. Frowning, she grabbed the bottle and drank it down in gulps. Then, her face flushed, she went back to the sofa to watch TV. By this time, Old Chen was already slumped on the table, snoring loudly.

I pretended to be asleep on the table at first, but secretly observed Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen would glance over at us from time to time, frowning. Finally, she came over and helped her husband into the room. Then she came out, bent down, and whispered in my ear, 'Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, are you drunk? You should go back to sleep.' Her warm breath warmed my face, and I couldn't help but feel hot all over." It took me a long time to restrain myself from reaching out to hug her.

I pretended to be drunk, stammering incoherently. She searched my body with one hand, finally finding the key on my waist. After trying two or three, she opened my front door. As she helped me inside, I pretended to stumble, bumping my shoulder and slamming the security door shut. She helped me to the room and bent down to lay me on the bed.

I tightened my grip on her waist, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto me. I grabbed her head with one hand and kissed her. She struggled to get up, but I held her tightly. With the other hand, I lifted her nightgown, slipped it under her legs, and quickly pulled her underwear down to her calves. Then, with one foot, I kicked her underwear off. She struggled to get up, panting heavily, whether from too much alcohol or exertion. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Thinking I was drunk and unconscious, she cried out, "Xiao Hong, it's me, it's Sister Yang, Sister Yang!"

I remained silent, one hand tracing up her smooth thigh to her groin. Her legs clamped tightly together, preventing my hand from reaching the center of her thighs. My mouth searched for hers, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head, refusing to let me touch her genitals. So, I leaned behind her ear, kissing from her earlobe down to her neck, and then from her neck to her forehead. My other hand no longer directly touched her genitals, but instead gently caressed her smooth thighs and buttocks. At first, she struggled fiercely, but after a while, she calmed down, no longer pushing me away, and mumbled something unintelligible. I noticed her tightly clenched legs relaxed, and when I placed my hand on her inner thighs, she stopped clamping her legs together. So I touched her clitoris and stroked it back and forth.

Slowly, I felt my hand getting wet, and I knew from the feeling that she was aroused. So I intensified my stroking. And I kissed her clitoris again, this time she didn't shake her head away. My lips touched her clitoris, but she still kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting my tongue in. My hand stroked her genitals for a while, then I used my middle finger to find her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. She moaned, "Ugh, don't do this, it's me." Use one hand to push my hand away.

I unzipped my pants, took her hand inside my crotch, and let her hold my already fully erect penis. She gently grasped it, and I felt her thumb circle the tip of my glans, as if assessing its thickness. I touched her vulva for a while, and feeling that she was fully aroused, I straightened up, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled off her nightgown, and unhooked her bra. She was instantly naked before me. Before I could even admire her body, the lust that had been building up for over a year erupted. I reached out and parted her legs, touched her vaginal opening, placed my penis against it, and thrust hard. My erect penis slid in very smoothly.

As my penis plunged deep into her vagina, she let out a long "oh," and ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. My lust flared fiercely, and I thrust in and out forcefully, each time penetrating deeply. I felt her vagina was incredibly wet and warm. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't had sex for over three months, or because I was so excited from missing her so much, but after only thirty or so thrusts, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back and thighs, as if I was about to ejaculate. I increased the force of my thrusts, and perhaps the slight trembling of my penis told her that I was about to ejaculate. She pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside, don't ejaculate inside." I ignored her words, grabbed her waist tightly, and thrust hard a few times, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. My penis trembled violently a few times before I ejaculated profusely, feeling like I had shot a lot, spraying all my hot semen inside her.

I left my penis inside her, lay on top of her, and kissed her breasts. She still had her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. After my penis went limp, I pulled out and saw white semen flowing out of her vagina, smearing a large patch on the vaginal opening. She sat up and slapped me hard across the face, saying, "Xiao Hong, you're so bad! You pretended to be drunk to rape me, you'll be going to jail!" Then she added, "If Old Chen finds out, he'll skin you alive." She then squatted on the bed, grabbed my underwear, and placed it under her vagina, letting her semen drip onto it.

As I admired her naked body, I said, "Go ahead and sue me. In my bed, who knows if we were actually having an affair? I'll just say you seduced me, and everyone will believe me. Otherwise, why are you in my bed?" She slapped me again, saying, "You're a shameless scoundrel! You raped me, and now you're trying to frame me!" I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped me, suddenly jumped off the bed, took out my camera from the dressing table drawer, and snapped two pictures of her naked body squatting on the bed.

She was immediately startled and lunged at me to snatch the camera from my hand. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" I said, "Don't accuse me of raping you, okay? I'll keep it as evidence of rape, and besides, I can enjoy it from time to time in jail." "Don't do this, Xiao Hong," her tone softened, "Since you've already done it, I'll let it go, just don't tell anyone, especially Lao Chen, don't let him get suspicious. Don't take pictures, don't get me into trouble." I put the camera in the drawer, pushed her down on the bed, "So, you don't mind if I do it again, right?" My naked body pressed against her delicate flesh, and my little brother immediately became erect again. I was surprised by my own lust and "rapid reaction." "No, give me the camera first," she said. "No, let me fuck you first, then I'll give it to you," I said firmly.

I pressed her down on the bed, and she struggled to get up, but how could she get up when I held her down? Finally, she stopped resisting and said helplessly, "You're shameless, but you have to give it to me." I didn't respond to her anymore, and kissed her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other playing with her clitoris. My tongue went into her mouth, stirring and sucking on her tongue.

I don't know if it was because my semen was still in her vagina, or because she was wet again. I just felt that it was wet and slippery to the touch. This time she lay on the bed, neither resisting nor responding, just letting me move her around lightly. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and thrust them in and out. My lips left hers, slowly kissing down her neck, past her breasts, and down to her lower abdomen. Then I gently tugged at her pubic hair with my teeth. As I bent down to part her vaginal opening and examine the tender red flesh inside, she clamped her thighs together and covered her vulva with her hands, preventing me from seeing. Honestly

, Mrs. Chen had a wonderful figure and complexion, as if she had never given birth. Her nipples, while not as pink as some virgins, weren't brown like some women's. Her abdomen was flat, without any stretch marks from childbirth. Her vulva was also beautiful, two full labia with a small groove, revealing tender red flesh in the middle. Her thighs were long, shapely, and firm; her skin was fair and delicate, so thin that in some places you could faintly see the bluish veins. Apart from a few small brown moles scattered throughout, her body was almost flawless.

I reached out and parted her legs, pushing away her hands that were covering her vulva, intending to lick her clitoris with my tongue. She quickly closed her legs again and pushed my head away, saying, "No, that's dirty." I tried to force myself on her, but she resolutely refused, so I gave up. I continued to probe her vagina with my fingers and kiss her. After a long while, I withdrew my fingers and said, "Okay, now put my little brother in." She said, "No, I won't." I pretended to be fierce and said, "You won't? Fine, then you can forget about the film." She reached down to my crotch, grabbed my penis, and guided it to her opening, then pinched it with her fingernail, saying, "Go to hell." "Ouch, that hurts. Fine, I'll let it die drunk in your hole then." With that, she thrust hard, inserting it all the way in.

As she thrust, I humiliated her: "How does my penis compare to your husband's?" Mrs. Chen remained silent. I asked again, harshly, "You won't tell me?" Mrs. Chen said, "I don't know." "How can you not know? If you want the film, answer honestly." After a long pause, Mrs. Chen said, "Yours is harder than his." "Whose is bigger?" "I don't know." I thrust hard again, "Whose is bigger?" "...about the same." "Is hard better or soft better?" ..."Is hard better or soft better?" I thrust in hard again. "Hard is better." "So, compared to your husband, you prefer me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist, pleading, "Don't say things like that, okay?" "Does your husband penetrate you often?" "Don't say that." "Did you have sex yesterday?" "No, no." "When did you do it?" "About three or four days ago." "Did you have an orgasm?" "It was alright." "Do you do it often?" "No, not really, usually once every three or four days." "Do you miss it?" ... "Do you miss it?" "Sometimes." "What if your husband doesn't do it when you miss it?" ... "Tell me!" "Don't say that." "Have you ever masturbated?" "Xiao Hong, you're so annoying, don't ask anymore." "If you don't tell me, I won't give you the film." "...Um, yes." "How do you do it?" "...How do we do it?" "...With my hand." "Does it feel good when I'm inside you?" I asked as I thrust harder. "Mmm...uh...it's...okay..." Mrs. Chen murmured softly.

"Was your husband your virginity taken?" "No." Mrs. Chen began to twist her hips beneath me, matching my movements. "Who was it?" "A college classmate." "How old were you when you started?" "Twenty-one." "How many times?" "Three times." "Lying." "Really, only three times." "Was it comfortable?" "No." "Not comfortable now?" "No, it's comfortable now." "Then it's not comfortable when you're with your husband, is it?" "Sometimes it's comfortable." "How many positions do you and your husband usually have?" "Three or four, I guess." "Try them all?" I said, then stopped. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop!" Mrs. Chen became anxious, arching her back and pressing it against my genitals, her hands tightly encircling my buttocks, preventing my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" "Mmm, it feels good. Don't stop." "So, are you still going to accuse me of rape?" I started thrusting harder again. "No, I won't accuse you, I won't accuse you from the start." "Do you like me?" "...No...I like you." "Then do you like my little brother?" I kept thrusting my penis in and out. "I don't like it." "Fine, I'll fuck you to death, anyway you don't like me, you're not a slut." "Will you let me fuck you again in the future?" "No." "You won't let me fuck you, right?" "No." "Will you let me fuck you or not?" "Ah...ah, hurry up, don't stop!" Mrs. Chen hugged my waist tightly with both hands, crossing her legs and pressing them against my buttocks. Just as her vagina clenched and contracted in waves, my semen gushed out like a burst dam, all of it shooting into Mrs. Chen's vagina.

This time, she didn't tell me not to ejaculate inside. "Oh—," Mrs. Chen stretched out her limbs, letting out a long breath, looking quite content. Then she gently stroked my back with both hands. After a while, she said, "You're sweating." "Am I good?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked her. She punched me on the back, "You're annoying." She rolled over and put me on the bed, then sat up and held out a hand: "Give it to me." "You want more?" "What? It's a roll of film." "Where's the film?" I laughed as I got out of bed and took the camera from the dressing table drawer, tossing it to her. She opened the camera cover and found it empty; there was no film inside. She said, "Oh, you little bastard, you tricked me." "If I didn't trick you, would you let me fuck you?" "Go to hell. Seriously, I'll let you get away with this, but if you dare to do it again, I won't allow it. I'll tell my husband, Mr. Chen, to beat you to a pulp."

Mrs. Chen started getting dressed in bed. I got on the bed, hugged her, and fondled her breasts. "Are you so heartless?" "Take your dog paws off me," Mrs. Chen said. "Don't you have any regrets?" "Who do you think you are?" "I'm practically your husband now." "You big-headed bastard, rapist!" Mrs. Chen picked up her underwear, about to put it on, when she suddenly grabbed mine, wiped it on her crotch, and threw it on me. Then she put on her underwear, put on her pajamas, dusted herself off, jumped out of bed, and was about to leave. I jumped down naked, hugged her from the front, and kissed her. Mrs. Chen let me touch her lips briefly before pushing me away, saying, "Don't do anything reckless." She then walked out of the room, opened my security door, and went outside.

I peeked out; the stairs were pitch black, and the neighbors were already asleep. Mrs. Chen opened her door and, like a ghost, silently slipped inside. Just as I was about to close the door, I, still naked, grabbed her waist from behind. My hands slipped under the hem of her nightgown, my fingers digging into her flesh, tightly cupping her round buttocks, pressing her lower abdomen against my genitals. Mrs. Chen leaned back slightly, "That's enough, stop, I'm going to scream if you don't let go." I held her soft body tightly, "Go ahead and scream."

Mrs. Chen used her hands to pry my hands off her buttocks, "You shameless bastard." Then she turned and shoved me forcefully towards the door, slamming it shut. I returned to bed, savoring Mrs. Chen's body. My long-cherished wish of over a year had been fulfilled; I tossed and turned, still incredibly excited. Suddenly, I felt something hard against my back. I reached up and looked down; it was a hair clip. "Mrs. Chen must have dropped it," I thought. I held it to my nose and smelled it; it seemed to still carry Mrs. Chen's scent. That night, thinking of Mrs. Chen's body, I finally managed to fall asleep around midnight. The

next morning, I woke up after 10 a.m., the sun high in the sky. I took a shower, combed my hair, and ate something haphazardly from the refrigerator. I went outside and knocked on the door across the hall. Old Chen opened the door and let me in. My eyes searched around, but I didn't see Mrs. Chen. So I sat on the sofa and chatted with Old Chen. He looked like he was still drunk, his eyes swollen, and he kept yawning. Just then, I heard the sound of a washing machine coming from the balcony; I figured she was doing laundry.

Sure enough, a while later, Mrs. Chen came in from the balcony wearing an apron. I pretended to greet her casually, "Sister Yang." When she saw me, her expression seemed a little unnatural, and she gave a "humph" in response. I noticed my watch was on Old Chen's wrist and pretended not to see it. I deliberately said loudly, "Sister Yang, I drank too much yesterday, and I think I left my watch at your house. Have you seen it?" Upon hearing this, Old Chen's face turned even uglier, as if he had been stung by a bee. He straightened up and walked into the room. I watched Old Chen's back and chuckled to myself. Mrs. Chen replied irritably, "I don't know anything about you men's affairs." I took out a hair clip from my pocket and started playing with it. Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. Chen saw the hair clip, she rushed over to snatch it back. I took the opportunity to give her a hard grope on the buttocks. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely but didn't say a word. I was itching to grab him, to throw him to the ground, and thrust into him again like yesterday.

I swallowed hard and said to Old Chen's room, "Brother Chen, come here, I need to discuss something with you." Old Chen came out of his room, and I tossed him a "Chung Hwa" cigarette. "What is it?" he asked. His expression was very wary, as if he was afraid I would take back my watch. "I need your help with something." "What is it?" "Well, my workplace wants me to deliver some documents to the provincial capital, but I'm really busy and can't get away. Could you go for me?" "It's not a very important document, but it absolutely has to be delivered. You just need to deliver it to the office and hand it over to the communications room. Of course, you give me the invoice, and I'll cover all the travel and accommodation expenses, plus half of the 'China Times' bill and a 300 yuan tip. The train leaves around noon, and I'll be back tomorrow morning. It won't interfere with your work. Is that alright?" "Just consider it helping me out." Old Chen, hearing there was something to gain, said, "Okay, we're practically brothers, no need for cigarettes. I'll call my boss and ask for half a day off tomorrow." "Then it's settled." I took out six hundred-yuan bills from my pocket and placed them on his coffee table. Mrs. Chen seemed

to know I had ulterior motives and called out, "Old Chen, don't agree to anything. It's been a long time since I've been to my mother's house. Let's have dinner at my mother's today." "It's only right to help with Xiao Hong's matter. You can go to your mother's house anytime, maybe next week." "That's right, Sister Yang, don't worry about it, nothing will happen, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I said with a double meaning. Mrs. Chen hesitated, her face flushed, and behind Old Chen's back, she glared at me fiercely again. I went home, found the documents I was supposed to send on Monday, sealed them, wrote the address on them, and brought half a pack of "Chunghwa" cigarettes to Old Chen's house to give to him. Old Chen happily took the letter and cigarettes, "What are you doing? You're too kind, too kind. I'll go and prepare." He walked back to his room, trembling. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely again at this moment. Just then, his son Pingping came out of the room and cried, "Dad, I want to go too! I want to go too! Take me with you!" "Pingping, be good, don't go with Dad. Ask your mom to take you to Grandma's house,"

Old Chen said. Realizing something was wrong, I quickly said, "Pingping, come here, don't bother your dad. Uncle will take you to play." I walked to his side and whispered, "Uncle will take you to buy a toy. Don't let your parents know." "Okay, okay!" Pingping was very happy—after all, he's just a child. I took Pingping out the door, saying as we walked, "Sister Yang, I'm taking Pingping out to play for a while. I'll be right back. I can't look after him this afternoon; you'll have to wait for me at home." I rode my bike with Pingping to the supermarket and bought him an electric remote-controlled toy car. Pingping jumped for joy. As we walked out of the supermarket, I asked, "Pingping, do you remember your grandma's house?" "I know, I've been there," Pingping replied, head down, playing with his toys. "Uncle has something to do now and can't play with you. I'll take you to your grandma's house, okay?" Pingping, still engrossed in his toys, said without looking up, "Okay." -- Just like my infatuation with his mother's body. So I took Pingping to his grandma's house, telling the adults that I had brought Pingping out to play, but something came up and I couldn't take him home, so I dropped him off here. They thanked me profusely. I checked my watch; it was past midnight.

So, I went to a fast-food restaurant, and while eating, I took out my phone and called Old Chen's house. The phone rang two or three times before someone answered. "Sister Yang, it's me, Xiao Hong. Has Old Chen left?" I asked, recognizing Mrs. Chen's voice. "I don't know. What kind of scheme are you plotting?" I knew from her tone that Old Chen was definitely gone. "Wait at home. I'll be back with Pingping." I hung up before she could reply. I packed a meal and rode my bike home. I rang the doorbell at Old Chen's house, and Mrs. Chen opened the door. Seeing me enter alone, she asked, "Where's Pingping?" I put the lunchbox on the coffee table, hugged her tightly, and kissed her cheek. "I sold him." Mrs. Chen broke free from my embrace, took a few steps away, and went to the sofa in the living room. "Where did you leave him?" "I sent him to his grandmother's house." I followed closely, embraced her again, and pressed her down onto the sofa. Mrs. Chen fell onto the sofa, and I leaned over her and kissed her, one hand holding her shoulder, the other slipping under her skirt and caressing her thigh. Mrs. Chen struggled, saying, "What are you doing? The people across the street are watching." I got up and walked to the living room window, drawing the curtains.

Mrs. Chen had already sat up. I pressed her back down onto the sofa. "Don't do this, I'm getting angry," Mrs. Chen said. "Didn't we just do it last night? Still trying to be faithful to your husband?" I teased. I continued to search for her lips to kiss her, one hand gently kneading her breast, the other tightly holding her waist. Mrs. Chen kept her lips tightly closed, so I pressed my lips to hers, licking her lips back and forth with my tongue. Then I pried open her lips and thrust in. Mrs. Chen clenched her teeth, not letting my tongue in. I placed my tongue between her upper and lower teeth, trying to open a door through the gap. Suddenly, Mrs. Chen opened her mouth and bit down hard on my tongue, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. I gave her bottom a hard squeeze, and Mrs. Chen cried out in pain. I yelled, "If you dare bite me again, I'll repay you in kind!" Then I kissed her again. This time, Mrs. Chen obediently let my tongue into her mouth. My tongue chased after hers, swirling and sucking. After kissing for a while, Mrs. Chen pulled away from my mouth and said, "Okay, okay, put me down." I didn't respond and kissed her neck. "If you want, let's go to bed,"

Mrs. Chen whispered almost inaudibly. I picked her up, and Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head against my chest. I put Mrs. Chen on the bed, and she clung to my neck. I took the opportunity to fall on top of her, and this time Mrs. Chen cooperated, and we kissed passionately.

My hand slipped under her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. As the panties fell from her waist, Mrs. Chen lifted her buttocks, and the panties slid smoothly down to her calves. My palm pressed against her mons pubis; it was wet to the touch. I gently massaged it. After a while, my fingers found her vulva, gently probing and digging, smearing her vaginal fluid on it and finding her clitoris. I dipped my index and middle fingers in the fluid and rubbed it in circles. Mrs. Chen's breathing quickened.

I stopped kissing her and began to undress her. Mrs. Chen quickly unbuttoned all her clothes with her right hand, and I easily ripped them off, revealing her curvaceous, snow-white, and voluptuous body. I noticed that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, growing in an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Looking at her full breasts and flat lower abdomen, my heart pounded even faster. Mrs. Chen lay there naked, seemingly shy, with her eyes closed. I quickly took off my own clothes and straddled her. Mrs. Chen spread her legs, naturally allowing my body to lie between them. I licked her nipples with my tongue, one hand still rubbing her clitoris, the other hand placed under her buttocks, gently scratching her buttocks with my fingers. "You want me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen didn't respond. I said again, "If you want me to penetrate you, you'd better be obedient." I pressed the head of my penis against Mrs. Chen's vulva again. Mrs. Chen twisted her hips to adjust her position, so that her vaginal opening was aligned with my penis. I thrust my hips hard, and my penis slid in smoothly.

"Do you like me?" Mrs. Chen asked, hugging my waist after I penetrated her. "Yes." I replied. "You like my little sister, right?" She chuckled after saying that. "I like both." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately remembered what I had said yesterday. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" I thrust hard. Mrs. Chen continued to laugh. I freed one hand to knead her breasts, which bounced up and down like waves with my thrusts, and buried my head in my work. Mrs. Chen tilted her head back, occasionally arching her lower abdomen to meet my thrusts.

I seemed to feel her vagina getting hotter and hotter, and I thrust faster and faster. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated, shooting all of it inside her. Then I let out a long breath, my whole body limp as I lay on top of her. Mrs. Chen raised her head, kissed my forehead, and then reached down, feeling a little semen that had already flowed out at the point where my penis and her vagina met. She looked at it, then smelled it.

"Never seen this before?" I asked her with a puzzled smile. "Is my semen particularly good?" "Pshaw, what are you being so vain about? But your semen is strange." "What's strange about it?" I asked. "I'm allergic to Old Chen's semen, but yours isn't. Why is that?" "Allergy?" I asked, puzzled. "Yes, whenever Lao Chen doesn't use a condom, my whole body gets itchy afterward, and I get little red rashes. It's really uncomfortable, so I always make him use a condom and never let him ejaculate inside." "Do you always use condoms?" "Yes." "Then how did Pingping come to be? Is she a bastard?" "Go to hell," Mrs. Chen pushed me and said. "I only let him ejaculate inside me the one or two times I was giving birth." "You're so pretty, your skin is so good, I thought you ate too much semen." "What? I'm not ugly to begin with. I was the prettiest girl in my class when I was young, and I was famous throughout school." Mrs. Chen stroked my back and said, "You're not good enough now, you're too old." "No, you're still very beautiful, you know? The first time I saw you, I wanted to have sex with you." "Oh, you big lecher! So you've been harboring these thoughts all along!" Mrs. Chen scratched my back hard with her fingernail.

"Yes, I've been thinking about you for over a year, and now I finally have you, easing my longing," I said. "Am I really that good? But I'm five or six years older than you." I tugged at her earlobe and said, "Age isn't a problem. You're really good, very sexy, very alluring to men, but you're just not seductive enough." "Ha, you like promiscuous women? Your wife must be very seductive, right? But she doesn't seem like it," Mrs. Chen said with a laugh. "The purer the wife, the better; the seductive the mistress, the more interesting," I said with a laugh as well. "So you mean you want me to be seductive?" Mrs. Chen said. "Yes. You admit you're my lover, right? But, a woman as beautiful as you must have many men, right? Which one am I?" "Get lost!" Mrs. Chen punched my chest. "Which one are you? The 100th!" "No way? That's outrageous. Which one am I exactly?" I cried, looking miserable. "How many could I have?" Mrs. Chen laughed. "You short-lived devil, you're the third." "Oh?" "The first was my first love, my college classmate; the second was my husband; the third is that short-lived little bastard." Mrs. Chen's smile remained. "Why did you break up with your first love?" I pulled my limp penis out of Mrs. Chen's vagina. "It wasn't right," Mrs. Chen said. "Why?" "It was an allergy. He wanted it whenever he had the chance, but we couldn't find a condom. I wouldn't let him, and he said I didn't love him. All men are like that." "Is it that simple?" "It's that simple." "Did you and him do it often? Do you still think about him?" "What? I was terrified back then, and with the allergy, there was no fun at all. I didn't want to do it at all. We did it about three times in a rush. All three times combined didn't last as long as yours once."

Mrs. Chen finished speaking and tapped my forehead with her finger. "I've long forgotten him now. I was only sad for a while when we broke up, but then I forgot about him. Now that I think about it, I didn't love him back then, I just had a crush on him and was curious about men." "Yes, it's good that you've forgotten him. I think Old Chen treats you very well, and you love him very much. You two have a lot of fun, right?" Thinking of the tall and handsome Old Chen, I asked sourly. "He's good to me, but feelings are a complicated thing. I was attracted to him because he was good-looking." "Isn't he good?" I felt a surge of joy. "I'm hungry, I'm not talking about it anymore." Mrs. Chen tried to push me away. I remained clung to her, refusing to get up. "Go on." "Is it interesting for a grown man over 1.7 meters to act like a little woman?" Mrs. Chen retorted. Before I could answer, she added, "I thought I was allergic to all men," as she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

"Sometimes when I watch porn and see women accepting men's bodies so easily, it really makes me feel uneasy." "Yes, I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I have a special condition," Mrs. Chen said. "And now?" I lewdly patted Mrs. Chen's vulva, which was filled with my semen. "Go away," Mrs. Chen pushed me away, "What are you so proud of?" "Am I proud?" I said, pretending to be aggrieved. Mrs. Chen patted my cheek, "Okay, okay, I'm really hungry, I'm going to eat." I rolled off Mrs. Chen: "I brought you fast food." "Trying to please me? Then eat it?" "I ate it." Mrs. Chen knelt on the bed, grabbed my underwear and wiped her vulva, wiping the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that had flowed down her thighs, then threw the underwear on my head: "Here you go." I grabbed the underwear, put it to my nose and smelled it, "Ugh, it stinks." "That's because your stuff stinks." Mrs. Chen laughed. She grabbed the panties I had taken off on the bed and tried to put them on. I snatched them away from her. "Forget it, don't wear them. Let me admire your beautiful body a little longer." "Pah, so embarrassing." Mrs. Chen pulled a towel folded in the corner of the bed, wrapped it around her chest and abdomen, grabbed two corners, tied a knot in front, and walked out of the room half-naked.

I lay half-reclined for a while, grabbed the underwear Mrs. Chen had used to wipe herself, put it around my waist, and followed her out. Mrs. Chen sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and ate the takeout I had bought while watching. I noticed that the towel she wore only covered her upper thighs, leaving her entire plump and slender thighs exposed. I sat down next to her, placed my hand on her raised leg, and admired this alluring beauty beside me.

Mrs. Chen finished her takeout and put the box on the coffee table. She leaned back on the sofa and started watching TV. "Hey, don't you have some porn? Take it out and watch some," I called to her. "What's so interesting about that? Go get it yourself if you want," Mrs. Chen gestured toward a cabinet next to the TV stand. I went over and opened the cabinet door. Inside were three or four pornographic DVDs. I picked one with an enticing cover, put it in the VCD player, sat down on the sofa next to Mrs. Chen, picked up the remote, changed the channel, and then placed one of Mrs. Chen's thighs on my lap and stroked it.

The scene showed a man and a woman, seemingly Japanese, entering a hotel room. The man helped the woman remove her coat, and they kissed. After a while, they fell onto the bed, tearing at each other and removing their clothes. The man knelt below the woman, licking her vulva. After a while, the man got up and made the woman kneel beside him, kissing his limp penis and blowing on it. Then they fell onto the bed and had sex, with clear images of the man's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman moaned and groaned exaggeratedly. Seeing this, my penis was already erect. I turned to look at Mrs. Chen, who was staring at the television.

I reached out and touched Mrs. Chen's vulva; she was already overflowing with desire. My fingers caressed her vulva, and Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, pinching one of my nipples with two fingers. After a while, I stood up, took off my underwear, flipped Mrs. Chen onto the sofa, tore off the towel wrapped around her, grabbed her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. I held her thighs with my hands, leaving her upper body on the sofa with her buttocks hanging in the air. I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust it in. Mrs. Chen grabbed my elbows with both hands, letting me thrust wildly.

With my vigorous movements, Mrs. Chen's legs slid off my shoulders, held in the air by my hands. After about seventy or eighty thrusts, Mrs. Chen's arms, which were holding her, became sore and swollen. I lowered her legs, turned her body back to me, and buried her head on the sofa, her buttocks raised high, revealing her vulva, which wasn't fully closed yet. From behind, I aimed my penis at that small opening and inserted it. My lower abdomen slammed against her buttocks with each thrust, and Mrs. Chen's drooping breasts swayed wildly with each stroke.

We thrust in and out silently for another seventy or eighty times. Mrs. Chen groaned, "I'm so tired doing this. Let's go to the bed." I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis, picked up Mrs. Chen, went into the room, put her on the bed, and then lay on top of her, thrusting into her forcefully again. Perhaps because we'd done it twice last night, and I'd just ejaculated again, this time it lasted longer, probably seven or eight minutes? A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and I ejaculated inside her again.

A moment later, I patted Mrs. Chen's thighs, which were resting on my buttocks. She lowered her legs and released her hands from my waist. I climbed off her, leaning against the headboard, and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?" Mrs. Chen said, "Why would I smoke? I hate men who smoke." But she still grabbed my long shirt and wrapped it around her waist, got out of bed, and went outside, bringing back cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. I took them from her, pulled one out, lit it, and smoked. After getting into bed, Mrs. Chen tore off the clothes around her waist, nestled naked in my arms, and picked up my limp penis with her hand, picking off a pubic hair—whether it was hers or mine—that was stuck to it with semen and vaginal fluid, examining my penis closely. I put an arm around her shoulder and asked, "Are you satisfied?" Mrs. Chen turned her head, smiled seductively at me, and then turned her head back to play with my penis. I noticed that semen from Mrs. Chen's vagina had dripped onto the sheets, staining them. I said to her, "Sister Yang, your sheets are dirty." Mrs.

Chen looked down, wiped her hand under her vulva, then smeared her semen-covered palm on my chest, saying, "It's all your fault." I asked her, "Between me and Old Chen, who's better?" Mrs. Chen rested her head on my chest, "I don't know." "Tell me, I want to know." "Alright, alright, you're fiercer and more lewd, okay?" "So I'm better then?" Mrs. Chen pinched my penis, "Are you showing off? How old are you?" "Do you like doing it with me?" "No," Mrs. Chen answered. "Really?" "Alright, alright, I can't argue with you."

I pretended to burn her with my half-smoked cigarette: "Your body is too perfect, let me leave you a mark." Mrs. Chen quickly dodged, "Are you trying to kill me?" "Your figure and skin are really good, you don't look like you've had children." I looked at Mrs. Chen's curvaceous, fair, and subtly blue-veined body and said, "Not as good as your wife, is she?" "No, you're prettier. My old hag looks terrible after having a baby." "Isn't Huihui (my wife, that's what I call her) pretty? Calling her an old hag at such a young age? What about me?" "You're sexier, more alluring than her." "Don't flatter me. If it were me instead, you wouldn't want to, would you?" "Ideally, both of us would be lying next to me, neither missing, loving each other together." "Pah, you're so insatiable! If that were the case, Huihui would kill you." "If my wife didn't object, would you be willing?" "Don't talk about such impossible things."

I spread her legs apart, then pried open her vulva, and inserted the half-smoked cigarette, turning it inside out, about a centimeter into her vagina. Then I released her, and Mrs. Chen's vagina naturally closed, trapping the cigarette. "What are you doing?! Don't burn me!" Mrs. Chen tried to clench her legs. "Don't move, or you'll really get burned." I buried my face between her legs, pretending to smoke. I took a drag, then smacked my lips and said, "Ah, the taste is definitely different." "What does it taste like?" Mrs. Chen asked, amused. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, and said, "Hmm, milk, apple, pear, and... ah, it's... a pungent smell." Seeing my reaction, Mrs. Chen couldn't hold back any longer, rubbing her stomach and bursting into laughter. Then she reached for the cigarette, put the end that was inserted into her vagina into my mouth, and said, "It tastes so good, let's try it again." I took two deep drags, then stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Alright, go home and sleep." "Aren't you sleeping here? There's no one here anyway." Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "That's great, I couldn't be happier. I was just too embarrassed to say it." "Pah, you've already stolen him away, and you're acting all innocent after getting a good deal? You're so shameless, and you still know how to be embarrassed?" Mrs. Chen leaned forward and put the ashtray on the ground. I reached out and flicked her nose. "Who stole whom is still unknown, aren't you the one cheating on me?" "You've spent a lot of money at my house over this long, haven't you?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked me. "Money is nothing. Having you, I wouldn't care about spending any amount of money." "You're really generous, spending two thousand dollars in just the last two days." Mrs. Chen, while speaking, wrapped my shirt around her waist, jumped off the bed, found the key, opened a drawer in the dressing table, took out a wad of cash, counted it to be about three thousand yuan, and came over to stuff it into the pocket of my shirt that was on the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "I'm giving your money back. Who wants your stinking money? This way I can feel at ease." Then she got back into bed and snuggled into my arms. I remained silent: What a lustful woman! For the sake of lust, she's actually become generous.

Mrs. Chen shifted her body and lay down beside me. "Sleep? Don't overthink things." I lay down beside her too. Mrs. Chen draped a thin blanket over both of us, then grabbed one of my arms and put it under her head. She faced me, her eyes closed. I reached down and began stroking her pubic hair, and before I knew it, she had fallen asleep. I don't know how long I

slept, but when I woke up, half of my body was numb and tingling. Turning around, I saw that arm was still under Mrs. Chen's head. She was still sleeping soundly, a smile playing on her lips. Was she dreaming of lovemaking? I couldn't help but wonder. I tried to gently pull my arm out, but it was numb and wouldn't obey me. I had to use my other hand to gently lift her head, then try to move my body to free my numb hand. Just as I was about to pull it out, Mrs. Chen opened her eyes and woke up.

She smiled at me and leaned closer. "Aren't you asleep?" "Yes, I just woke up," I replied. I pulled my arm away and frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "My arm is numb." She took my arm and gently massaged it. "What time is it?" I asked her. She pulled out her phone from under her pillow and looked at it. "Oh dear, it's already seven o'clock." "Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you." "No need, let's go out to eat," I said.

"Going out? That's too much trouble. Besides, what if someone sees us? Forget it, I'll just cook, it'll be quick." Mrs. Chen said, getting dressed. I grabbed her underwear and bra. "Don't wear these, we're at home anyway." As she put on her skirt, I noticed a thin layer of dried semen and vaginal fluid had formed on her thighs and groin. After

she finished, she patted my face and said, "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when you're done." After she left, I smelled her panties; they didn't smell bad. I opened them and looked at them. They were white cotton panties, quite nice quality, with small machine-embroidered flowers. There were some faint stains, probably from her vaginal fluid. Thinking of them clinging tightly to Mrs. Chen's buttocks and vulva, my penis became erect again. I put down her panties, grabbed her bra, and then I heard her making a phone call in the living room.

"...Mom, it's Xiufang...Is Pingping with you?...Have you had dinner yet?...Old Chen is away on a business trip...A colleague invited me to dinner tonight for their birthday, so I won't be back until later...Pingping is staying with you, I'll pick him up for school tomorrow morning..." I laughed: So, even carnal pleasures have turned her into a slut. Looks like she wants me to stay the night. I put on my underwear, went to the living room, and sat down. The TV was still on, but the porn had already finished. I turned off the VCD player. Then I made a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, and changed the channel to watch the news.

After drinking half a pot of tea, I saw that the news wasn't very interesting. So I got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Mrs. Chen's body, only wearing a long skirt and no bra or lingerie, a surge of desire arose within me. I walked behind her and hugged her waist. She turned and smiled at me, "Not sleeping anymore? It'll be ready soon." I lifted her long skirt to her waist, revealing her round, white buttocks. She slapped my hand, "What are you doing, you starving ghost? The people across the street will see!" I turned around and snapped the kitchen light off, saying, "Is it okay now?" Mrs. Chen turned her upper body to kiss me. As I kissed her, I rolled her long skirt up to her waist, caressing her smooth buttocks and thighs. Then I moved towards her vulva. A moment later, Mrs. Chen's lower body became wet.

I turned Mrs. Chen around, pressing her upper body towards the sink. She braced herself against the edge of the sink, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks. I pulled down her underwear, clamped my penis between my fingers, located her vaginal opening, and thrust in forcefully. Mrs. Chen groaned as I entered, one hand reaching back to hug my buttocks tightly. My hands grasped Mrs. Chen's two full breasts; perhaps the semen on my penis had formed a dry, hard scab? Although Mrs. Chen's vulva was wet, it wasn't very smooth when I first entered. So I gently thrust in and out seven or eight times until my penis was fully coated with her fluids, then it went in smoothly, and I started thrusting vigorously. This time I didn't change positions, and I went at it for a particularly long time, a good ten minutes or so. Under my vigorous thrusting, Mrs. Chen's upper body was already slumped over the sink. I reached down and touched her inner thighs, and found that our combined fluids were flowing down her thighs and almost to her knees.

Mrs. Chen cooperated by twisting her hips to meet my advances. After a while, Mrs. Chen's buttocks stopped wriggling. She lay there half-paralyzed, motionless, letting my penis roam freely in and out of her vagina. I thrust in and out dozens more times, then my body shuddered, my penis throbbed a few times inside her, and then I ejaculated completely. I continued to let my penis remain inside Mrs. Chen's vagina, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina enveloping me. I used my hands to grasp and knead Mrs. Chen's breasts. Mrs. Chen didn't straighten up; her upper body remained bent over the edge of the pool, as if savoring the afterglow of our recent pleasure.

Suddenly, I smelled a burning odor. I sniffed, "What's burning?" Mrs. Chen suddenly realized, "Oh dear, this is my food!" Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina and that I was naked, she straightened up, rushed to the light switch, turned on the light, then ran to the stove, lifted the lid, and found the stewed meat inside was burnt. "This is terrible, we can't eat it now," Mrs. Chen said, looking disappointed. "Never mind," I comforted her, "With you, I'm full even without eating dinner." "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Chen said apologetically, picking up the pot. "How about I fry two eggs for you?" "Okay, you ate my two eggs, I'll eat yours two eggs, we're even." "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away, go away, stay over there, and put your clothes on, you shameless person!"

Mrs. Chen pushed me away. I reached under her skirt and touched her thigh. Unexpectedly, the semen I'd ejaculated inside her vagina had all flowed down her thigh, leaving my hand sticky. I smeared it on Mrs. Chen's left cheek. "Smells good, doesn't it? I heard semen is good for beauty, don't waste it." Mrs. Chen kicked my shin. "It stinks! Who wants your stinky stuff?" I picked up my pants from the floor, looked up, and saw a few chili peppers in the vegetable basket. An idea struck me. While Mrs. Chen wasn't looking, I secretly took one, went to my room, and stuffed it under my pillow before returning to the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen brought out the dishes. "Dinner's ready." I walked to the table naked, wearing only my underwear. Mrs. Chen said, "Don't you have any clothes? You're making a fool of yourself."

I said, "There's no one else here, we're practically family," and sat down. Mrs. Chen filled a bowl with rice for me and put a big piece of egg in it. "Try my cooking, isn't it good?" "Delicious, delicious, I've tried it before." "But today is different." Even the food is different after we're in bed? -- I chuckled inwardly. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen watched me take a bite. "Delicious, delicious, just like you." I smacked my lips exaggeratedly. "You're such a smooth talker." Mrs. Chen smiled contentedly, picked up her bowl, and filled it with rice for herself. Before I finished my bowl, Mrs. Chen asked, "Would you like some wine?" "Sure, but you have to drink with me." "I don't drink." Mrs. Chen got up and handed me a glass, then grabbed a bottle of "Jiannanchun" liquor. "If you don't have good wine, this is the best." She opened the cap and poured a full glass into mine. "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked after taking a sip.

"Is it good?" Mrs. Chen grabbed my glass and took a sip. "Oh dear, you're so fierce! You should drink less, or you'll get drunk and then..." Mrs. Chen chuckled, not finishing her sentence. "If you get drunk, I'll rape you again, right?" I laughed, finishing the sentence for her. "Good to know." Mrs. Chen finished speaking and burst out laughing. "Then drink more, and I'll let you rape me," I said, giving her a quick pinch on the butt.

Mrs. Chen tapped me on the head with her chopsticks, "I'm too lazy to talk to you." After a few bites of rice, she said, "Have some soup, it's good for people who drink."

"Okay." I finished the last bite of rice in my bowl. I picked up my wine glass, "Want some more rice?" "No, thank you." "Eat some more, make sure you're full, drink less wine." After saying that, she took my bowl, filled it again, and placed it in front of me. "If you eat too much rice, you won't be able to eat anymore," I said. "Then you eat rice, I don't want you to eat." I picked up my glass and took a sip, "Want some too?" Mrs. Chen took my glass and took a sip. She stuck out her tongue, gasped, "It tastes awful."

I finished my bowl of rice. Mrs. Chen also finished her bowl and stopped eating. "You're full, eat some more vegetables." "Then let's have some wine." "No, it tastes awful."

"Just a little bit, it'll make things more romantic later," I said. "Pah, who wants to be romantic with you?" Mrs. Chen said, but took my glass and took a sip. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses drinks?" I asked her. "Okay, but no cheating." We played twenty or thirty times, winning and losing, until we'd drunk half a bottle of wine. I lost three times in a row, took three sips, and finished my glass. I reached for the bottle, but Mrs. Chen snatched it away: "Don't drink anymore, it's bad for your health." She took the bottle inside, walked a few steps, then came back and poured half a glass into mine. "If you want some more, drink a little, but don't drink too much, it's not good for you." I reached out and stroked her hand holding the wine bottle, saying, "I'm so happy, I feel like I'm at home now."

"You still have some sense of right and wrong? I thought you'd forgotten all your directions." Mrs. Chen gave me a charming smile and gracefully walked into the kitchen. I watched her retreating figure, downed my drink in one gulp, and helped clear the dishes away. "Who asked you for help? Go away, go sit on the sofa. Walking around naked, is that a good look?" Mrs. Chen punched me on the back. I chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the chest: "Good intentions met with a bad scolding." Then I went to watch TV.

After washing the dishes, Mrs. Chen went to the room to get some clothes. She draped my clothes over me, "You're such a stinky man, drinking and not wearing clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to take a shower." I put on the clothes and watched TV for a while, finding it quite boring. Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, I went over. The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in.

I saw Mrs. Chen completely soaked, her wet hair flowing smoothly down her back, and her pubic hair clinging tightly to her mons pubis. Startled by my entrance, Mrs. Chen gasped, "What are you doing in here, you idiot?" I hung the clothes I was wearing on the hook. "Can't we shower together?" "No, it looks awful," Mrs. Chen said. I went over and embraced her body, which was covered in shower gel, and began to rub her skin with my hands. Her skin, coated in shower gel, was slippery and felt wonderful to the touch. Mrs. Chen then turned the showerhead on me. "Help me lather up with soap," I said, caressing her body. Mrs. Chen turned around, picked up the soap, and lathered it all over my body. Our two bodies, covered in shower gel and soap, pressed together, smooth and slippery. My hands swept back and forth over Mrs. Chen's vulva, my mouth gently biting her earlobe. Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, letting me support her. Her hands grasped my penis and rubbed it, occasionally scratching my scrotum with her nails. My fingers also reached into Mrs. Chen's vulva, inserting a little bit, gently tapping and probing.

The bathroom mirror reflected our two intertwined bodies and lewd actions. Soon, my penis became erect. Because my hands were wet and stained with Mrs. Chen's shower gel, I couldn't tell if she was aroused or how much. I turned Mrs. Chen around so she was facing me. I pressed my hard penis against her genitals. Mrs. Chen moaned, "Don't go in, I'm not clean yet." I rubbed my glans gently around her vulva. Mrs. Chen laughed, "Here we go again, you're like a hungry ghost, I don't know if you're a machine or a breeding donkey." You laughed and said, "What do you think?" "You're not bad either, we're even."

I reached for her vaginal opening with my hand, aimed my penis at her, and thrust hard, inserting it. Mrs. Chen gasped softly, "Don't do it like that, it's not easy to do it standing up." I thrust in and out, but because I was standing, I couldn't insert it very deeply, and perhaps because of the excessive water or the shower gel, my penis slipped out of her vagina several times during the thrusting. Mrs. Chen leaned against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders so that I could penetrate deeper.

After a couple hundred thrusts, seeing Mrs. Chen looking tired from standing on tiptoe, I lifted her onto the sink and had her sit there. Then I spread her legs as high as possible, bending them and placing them on the crook of my arm. I stood on tiptoe and thrust deep into her vagina. Mrs. Chen's hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly. Her legs swayed with my thrusts, her heels hitting my lower back repeatedly. I don't know how many hundreds of thrusts I did, but I was drenched in sweat before finally ejaculating inside her. Mrs. Chen pinched my nose, whether in praise or reward, I couldn't tell, "You're truly a hungry wolf reincarnated from a lecherous ghost." Then she jumped off the sink, turned on the shower, and rinsed off the soap. Turning to face me, she held up her hand above my head and said, "Why are you so short? You're not even as tall as me." "Really? But why am I usually on top?" Mrs. Chen shoved the showerhead into my hand and giggled, "You're never serious, you're such a clown. I'm ignoring you."

After showering, Mrs. Chen put on a sexy nightgown. I still wouldn't let her wear underwear or a bra. Under the light, because the nightgown was soft, her shapely curves were vaguely visible, the two mounds of flesh on top and the dark area below. I ran out of the bathroom naked as usual and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Mrs. Chen went into the room and got a large bath towel to drape over me. Then she added hot water to the tea I had just brewed, poured me a cup, and sat down next to me, curling her upper body into my lap. After watching TV for a while, she turned to me and asked, "Want a smoke?" "Sure," I replied. Mrs. Chen went to the room, brought out the pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in my mouth. "What a gentle, kind, understanding, and considerate wife," I patted her bottom. "Am I that good?" Mrs. Chen tilted her head and looked at me. "If anyone says no, I'll be the first to argue with them." Mrs. Chen remained sitting next to me, curled up in my lap, watching TV while pinching a piece of flesh on my waist with two fingers.

After a while, Mrs. Chen suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Xiao Hong, will you still want me in ten years?" "Yes," I said without hesitation. "But I'll be old then, ugly, while you'll still be young." "In my eyes, you'll never grow old. Even if you're toothless, you'll still be as beautiful and lovely as you are today." "You're not lying to me, are you? You're saying such nice things now, but when that time comes, I'm afraid you won't even respond when I call you." "How could that be? I'm more afraid you'll turn your back on me tomorrow," I said, gently stroking her back.

"You really want to be with me?" she asked. "Yes, of course," I said, lowering my head to kiss her lightly. "Okay, let's make a three-point agreement." "What three-point agreement?" I asked with great interest.

She thought for a moment and said, "First, when there are strangers around, don't stare at me all the time. It makes me feel uneasy. And don't try to take advantage of me like you did this morning." "Okay," I said. "And the second one?" She stood up and took a few steps. "Second... the second one is not to keep coming to my house. It'll make people suspicious. You're only allowed to come once a week." She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Or, how about twice? Let me see you more often." "That's fine, but what if I miss you?" "Don't interrupt," she said.

"And the third one?" I asked. She paced a few more steps. "The third one, the third one... let me think." "Oh, the second one is that when you come to my house and I pretend not to pay much attention to you, don't get angry. I'm afraid my husband will become suspicious if I'm too enthusiastic." "Okay," I said. She took a few more steps and said, "Thirdly, you can't be with other women. If I find out, I won't talk to you anymore." "Okay, with such a beautiful woman like you, how could I possibly think about anyone else?" "This is for your own good. Many women these days aren't clean. If you're not clean, I absolutely won't talk to you." "What about my wife? What will she do?" "Who told you to ignore your wife? I'm talking about other women besides Huihui and me." She said seriously. "Okay, then what will I do if I want you?" I asked her with a smile. "You idiot, can't you even make a phone call?" she said. "I'll give you my phone number later." "But your husband and Huihui are always at home, they don't go on business trips," I said. "You're such a silly little pig! Didn't we agree to leave work an hour early?" She flicked my cheek.

"But we can't meet up too often. Let me think, once every ten years, okay?" she said with a smile. "What?!" I almost jumped up. "I'd rather die then." "Then go die! I'd be better off dead," Mrs. Chen said. "No, no, three times a week, okay?" "What? Are you looking for trouble?" She thought for a moment and said, "No, that's too much. Once every six months." She laughed again. "That's too little. At least twice a week." "No, once a month at most," she was still laughing. "That's too little. At least once a week."

"Twice a month, don't say anymore, it's settled." She said, looking at my face, she came over and squatted down in front of me. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" "I'm unhappy, it's too little," I said. "Don't be like that. Okay, if you behave well, I'll reward you once a month." "What counts as good behavior?" "You've kept the three rules well." "Isn't it your skill in bed?"

I said with a laugh. "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth," Mrs. Chen punched me lightly. "Alright then, if you behave well, I'll reward you once a month." I sighed. "No way, your reward doesn't count," she said. "Fine, fine, you decide. Anyway, she's someone else's wife, I can't make the decision. I'll use her once in a while. But you helped me scheme against your husband, so I should thank you." Hearing this, she suddenly jumped up, grabbed the cup of tea on the coffee table, and splashed it on my face: "You bastard, get out!" After saying that, she ran into the room and slammed the door shut.

I wiped the tea off my face, thinking: Women's hearts are truly unpredictable. Perhaps she's still a little ashamed, and her anger is just a result of her embarrassment. After sitting for a while, I sensed something was wrong. I stood up, intending to go to the room to comfort her, but the door was locked from the inside.

I knocked, but there was no response. I knocked harder, but still no answer. I called out, "Sister Yang, open the door! I was wrong, let me in!" The response was, "Get out!" "I was wrong, I apologize, okay?" "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I kept pleading and knocking, but there was still no response. I waited for over ten minutes. I sighed and said, "Sister Yang, I've really upset you. If you really want me to leave, fine, I'll go. But my clothes are still inside, you have to let me in to get them." Footsteps sounded from inside, and the lock clicked open.

I went in and saw Mrs. Chen lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably; she was clearly crying. I went over and gently patted her shoulders, saying, "Sister Yang, I was wrong, I'm sorry." Mrs. Chen shook her shoulders, trying to shake off my hand. I forcibly lifted her head and saw that her eyes were red and swollen, tears still streaming down her face, like a pear blossom in spring rain. I was instantly moved, my true feelings overflowing, and boundless pity welled up in my heart. I grabbed her hand, intending to slap her face, but she broke free. I slapped myself twice loudly with my own hand, and was about to slap myself again when she suddenly grabbed my hand, choking out, "What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?" "I'm bad. You've been so sincere to me, and I'm ungrateful, saying things that hurt you." I hugged her. Then I leaned down and kissed her eyes. She closed her eyes, and tears flowed even more. I said to her, "Don't be sad, okay? If you cry again, my heart will break. I'm such a bastard, I've ruined your sincerity." I kept kissing her face. Five or six minutes later, she calmed down and stopped crying. I took her hand, "Hit me once?" "What are you doing? My hand isn't that cheap." "Yes, yes, yes," I slapped myself hard again. "What are you doing?" she opened her eyes. "Stop hitting me." "So you forgive me?" "Smile if you forgive me," I said.

She still ignored me. I reached out and tickled her armpit. She suddenly laughed and broke free from my embrace. I pounced on her and kissed her, but she clenched her teeth and dodged back and forth, not letting me kiss her. I sighed and said, "I'm really like a toad that ate swan meat and claimed to fly high, but a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse and said the mouse was blind." She chuckled. "Who are you calling the dead mouse?" "Me, me," I quickly said. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth and obediently let my tongue enter her mouth. She gently stroked my face and asked, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. Compared to the pain in your heart, it's nothing." Hearing this, she began to kiss me passionately. After this, it seemed we both knew the other had genuine feelings for us; our emotions had taken a leap, and we were all incredibly passionate, embracing and kissing each other wildly. A moment later, I pulled off her nightgown, leaving her completely naked on the bed. I caressed her already wet vulva, my lips moving from her forehead to her breasts, and back again. She held my head with one hand and grasped my penis with the other, guiding it towards her opening. The moment my glans touched her vagina, I thrust in.

She hugged me tightly, murmuring something unintelligible. After three or four thrusts, "Ring..." the phone rang. She reached for the phone on the bedside table, but didn't answer and put it down again. Less than five seconds later, the phone stubbornly rang again. This time she answered, placing a hand on my chest, signaling me to stop. My desire was at its peak, and I wasn't about to stop. She held the phone to her ear, pressed the receiver, and whispered to me, "It's my husband." The voice from the receiver was soft but clear: "...I've arrived and settled in. Is Pingping asleep?" "Ping...Ping went to my mom's...mom's house." "Why didn't you go?" "It's... Xiao Wang's birthday, he invited... us... a few colleagues... to dinner."

Because of my forceful thrusting, Mrs. Chen's body trembled with each stroke, making her speech incoherent. She pinched me hard with her left hand, signaling me to stop, but I ignored her and increased the force of my thrusts. "Which Xiao Wang?" "It's... the Xiao Wang downstairs in my office... ah." "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" "...Ugh, no, no... I was watching a horror movie... it was really... scary..." Mrs. Chen reacted to my forceful thrusts, her speech becoming even more incoherent. "A horror movie? Which channel?"

Old Chen seemed a little suspicious, but he never dreamed that his wife, who was talking to him on the phone, was being vigorously penetrated by a huge penis. "Ah...it's a rented...movie...ah ha." "Since you're so scared, don't watch it. Go to sleep early. I'll be back tomorrow. Long journeys are expensive, I'm hanging up." Old Chen probably thought his wife's trembling voice was from fear, right? Haha, she'll never imagine in her next life that it's from pleasure, will she? I thought, feeling even more smug—I'm doing hard labor for someone else, while my beautiful wife is being fucked by someone else's big penis at home. This is what happens to men who are greedy for small gains.

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