[Married women are never enough fun]

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In December 2005, I went on a business trip to a coastal city in Guangdong. I was going to be there for about a month to work on a project. Bored at night, I would chat online. I had an English username online, and soon a netizen sent me a greeting in English. We chatted in English for a while, telling jokes and asking about basic things. I learned some things about her: she was a 28-year-old divorced assistant manager at a foreign-owned garment factory, living alone, and from Sichuan. I went on QQ, and her photo startled me: she looked like Hong Kong actress Fish Leong (one of the few so-called celebrities I knew).

We continued chatting, joking around and getting to know each other. We were both quite satisfied, and that's how we met online. That night we talked a lot—life, work, ideals—we talked about everything. We clicked very well, and before we knew it, we had been chatting for hours. Finally, it got too late, and we reluctantly logged off to rest. But from then on, chatting with her online became a very important part of my life.

I don't know when it started, but she began telling me about her relationships, and I don't know when we started talking about sex. Strangely, she didn't use any explicit language to seduce me, yet she filled me with fantasies! Perhaps that's the source of her charm. She also told me that she had several lovers outside the walls of her marriage, and even talked about her experiences with them. After chatting like this for a few days, I decided to invite her to dinner.

On December 17, 2005, a cool autumn weekend evening, I met her: about 163 cm tall, long hair, high heels, carrying a small bag, wearing a light-colored dress, just off work. As she approached, I was captivated by her beauty: although slightly thin, her skin was so white you could almost see the veins, a delicate oval face, and a soft, melodious voice.

After dinner, "Shall we take a walk?" I suggested, and she agreed. We walked around the lawn for a while, making harmless jokes. As we walked along a path paved with stones across the lake, she suddenly lost her balance. I caught up from behind and took her hand. Her hand was icy cold. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so we just held on.

We walked until about 9 pm, probably halfway through our long walk, so I decided to take her home, and she acquiesced. When we got to her apartment, it was a high-rise building with an elevator.

I said, "I had a very pleasant chat with you today."

"Me too," she smiled, like a half-bloomed rose.

I was captivated. "Could I come up for a glass of water?"

She laughed. "What if I say no?"

I said, "You won't."

She laughed again. "Okay, but you can't take advantage of me."

Her home was tastefully decorated, a two-bedroom apartment, simple and clean, with fresh flowers adorning the small, tranquil living room. She was a woman of great taste. Interestingly, she said she rarely drank boiled water, and there was often no hot water at home… a little game of cat and mouse. Hehe!

After she finished showering, it was already past midnight, and she was still listlessly watching a boring program. I glanced at it and chuckled; it was a sports program.

"Shall we take a break?"

"Why are you still standing?" she asked.

"I'm looking at your photos," I said, pointing to the art photos on her bedroom wall.

"Photos of me when I was young, haha, pretty, right?"

"Yes, but now you have even more of a woman's charm," I sincerely complimented, and instinctively hugged her. Her clothes were smooth, her body light, and my blood began to rush. I couldn't wait to pull her into my arms. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful, let me kiss you properly." She didn't resist, lowering her head and letting me kiss her face passionately.

Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. Only now was it the first time I could clearly see her, gaze at her. Her big eyes blinked constantly as she looked at me, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering. I moved closer to her, kissing her warm, soft lips, then kissing her small mouth, our tongues entwining.

I felt her hug me tighter, and I pulled her into my arms even tighter. I rolled over and straddled her, embracing her and kissing her again. By this time, I was only wearing underwear, and my penis was hard, straining against it.

She must have sensed it, because I gently pulled off her suit jacket with both hands, then reached behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off as well. I then gently pulled down her purple panties to her thighs. At that moment, I saw a beautiful body before me—small breasts, but the nipples were gently erect, and her abdomen was smooth.

I continued kissing downwards, her breasts, abdomen, outer thighs, knees, calves… At each place, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I slowly began kissing upwards towards the inside of her thighs, stopping at her vulva, which was already flowing with moisture.

I teased the area around it with the tip of my tongue, and she let out a soft "Ah." "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked deliberately. "You...you bad guy!" she laughed and cursed. My tongue continued to tease her labia majora, and her legs began to close up, clamping my head between them.

My tongue began to penetrate deeper; her taste was light, like a virgin's. I teased her clitoris, and with each movement, she would squeeze me tightly, and soon my lips were covered in fluid.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked. "No," she said, "I haven't done it for two years since the divorce." Entering her body was a wonderful feeling: without any assistance, my thick penis slid down her thighs into her vagina. I liked this smooth feeling.

She wasn't the type to moan loudly, but those soft sounds were so intoxicating, making my blood boil even more. Unlike the women I had slept with before, her vagina was more contractive. Because my penis was longer, and she wasn't very tall, I could feel my penis reaching her cervix after entering.

With a gentle thrust, she cried out, "Too deep!" I chuckled and kissed her.

I began to slowly thrust in and out, starting shallowly, rubbing the back of my penis against her wet clitoris. With each withdrawal, she let out a soft "Ah." After about five minutes of thrusting, she became dazed, clinging to my waist and pressing down hard. Only then did I begin to penetrate deeper, and she didn't feel it was too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth vagina, the warmth of her fluids, and the slight trembling of her body as her lower body welcomed my penetration.

We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, so I could see her entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body—this position excited me the most. She writhed, her moans growing louder: "Ah...ah..." The louder she cried, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed swayed gently, making a sexy "creak."

"Let's do it from behind!" I said.

"How do we do it from behind?" she asked innocently.

I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed she really hadn't done much. Following my hand-holding position, she knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and inserted my penis from behind.

"Oh my god, so deep!" she cried out from the front.

"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and started thrusting again.

This time she finally went wild. In less than ten minutes, she stopped crying out, her upper body limp on the bed, no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, making her lie down. She collapsed onto the bed with a "thud," unable to move her limbs.

I leaned down and lay beside her. "How was it? Still okay?" I asked with a smile.

She weakly waved her hands, finally managing to say, "Oh my god! You're so...so amazing!" I liked this feeling. Many women had said similar things before, but I didn't appreciate it because all I needed was their vaginas. This one was different; I really liked this woman.

"Can we continue?" I asked mischievously.

"Aren't you done yet?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"No!" I laughed.

"Oh..." she sighed, laughing too, "How are you so amazing?" I re-entered her body, this beautiful woman... About twenty minutes later, her moans, my panting, the sweat between us, the shaking of the bed, her writhing movements with the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting her vagina, her undulating breasts, all under my control formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm.

I began to feel some difficulty penetrating her, then I thrust forward with all my might, suddenly gasping for breath. At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted in my hot body, I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into her uterus, my testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitching intermittently under the weight of my scrotum. The world seemed to disappear except for her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of pleasurable excitement that followed our intercourse.

Suddenly, I felt cold, my body giving way with a sense of relief as I collapsed onto her soft breasts… It was perfect sex, lasting about an hour and a half, followed by another session every half hour. Before dawn, I lost count of how many times we did it, only remembering that each time she nearly fainted, yet she never resisted my embrace. At daybreak, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, she angrily punched my shoulder: "You hurt me!" "Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately.

"You're so naughty, now I can barely walk," she said shyly, feigning anger.

For the next few days, I simply moved my luggage from the hotel to her house. During the day, we went to work; at night, we eagerly went to bed to make love. She didn't like condoms; she said she couldn't feel my body heat that way. I said, "That's not body temperature, it's penis temperature." And so, in this playful exchange, I began to enjoy the beauty of her body again.

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