[Older Man, Younger Woman] (The Young and Beautiful Wife - Ah Zhen) (39) Author: baxx1979

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Recently, Old Xu took a long vacation, more than ten days in a row. He took the children back to his hometown. In his mind, going home
was just an excuse. He hadn't seen A-Lin for a while, and he couldn't eat or sleep well
. It was better to go home on vacation to avoid being bothered.

A-Zhen didn't feel anything when her husband wasn't home. Her children were all grown up, and Old Xu's
sleeping and going to work in the evening didn't affect her much.

But when he wasn't there, she really felt like a big stone had been lifted off her shoulders. There was no pressure. At least she didn't have to
buy groceries or cook. Plus, it was her day off, so she could be quite carefree. She could lazily sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

A series of ringing phone sounds made A-Zhen stretch in her sleep. She picked up the phone and heard that it was a
sales call. She wasn't angry. She wouldn't be angry. She gently said no and hung up the phone.
Looking at the birds chirping outside the window, she changed her position and continued to laze in bed.

She yawned, still half-asleep, feeling incredibly lazy. She felt extremely comfortable. Seeing
her underwear still on the sofa, she couldn't help but think of the foolish man who had molested her in the bathroom that night. She had
almost forgotten it, but now it all came back to her.

But she forgot her anger from that day. Suddenly, she felt a need. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and
slowly placed her hands over her chest. She was lying slightly on her side, her shapely breasts half-
suspended, a position that would be incredibly alluring to any man.

Of course, she didn't know it, but she had always been confident in her figure. Through her clothes, she
ran her fingertips along her nipple, "Mmm...oh..." she murmured uncontrollably
.

Her areolas weren't large, a deep pink ring. Her nipples, slightly concave, hardened as her fingers touched them
. It felt wonderful. She slowly pressed her fingers against her nipples—yes, pressed—"Uh
...ah..." she uttered seductively, her lips slightly parted.

Her fingers pressed against her nipples, applying gentle, circular pressure. With each circle, her
body trembled naturally. Her hands were on her breasts, and her legs began to rub together. She
gripped the pillow tightly, as if holding something naturally.

"Hmm...ah...um...hmm...um...hmm..." The sounds echoed on her bed. She turned over
, increasing the pressure of her fingers. Her index and middle fingers pinched her erect
nipples, gently kneading and turning them outwards.

With each turn, she let out a soft "ah." Her whole body began to heat up. Her panties were already soaked in
the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She pressed her clitoris with her left middle finger. Her thoughts began to drift.
She remembered that day in the dark room, the old beggar on top of her,
inserting a black object into her body repeatedly.

She even fantasized about the wild, throbbing feeling of the old beggar ejaculating inside her. She spread her legs, receiving
wave of his semen. Her legs were starting to go numb, and her fingers were rubbing against each other, experiencing
waves of pleasure.

"Ah...fuck me...fuck me...ah...fuck me..." Ah Zhen cried out passionately in bed. She
could only be so wanton in this kind of environment. But in normal sex, she
would never, ever be so unrestrained. This was Ah Zhen's nature; she needed it, she really needed this kind of indulgence.

"What's that man doing now? Is he on the street?" Ah Zhen started thinking about the old beggar.
Actually, she had thought about it last night. She had planned to buy groceries and make some soup to take over today, but she overslept.

"No, I shouldn't go. What if I run into that idiot? It'll be so annoying. Anyway, he's not home right now.
What would I do there?"

Ah Zhen thought to herself.

"But...I, I really want him to fuck me...I...I really do...What should I do..." Ah Zhen
groaned as she thought, "Ah...ah...ah. I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore." With one hand pressing her
nipple and the other

rubbing her clitoris, Ah Zhen became increasingly excited. Suddenly, she squeezed her thighs tightly together, her hands
gripping her breasts tightly, pinching her nipples tightly. In an instant, a gush of wetness gushed out from between her legs...

"Ah..." She groaned in a daze, shuddered, and suddenly let go, collapsing onto the bed.
She gasped for breath, breathing heavily, her breasts heaving. She climaxed, curling up and burying herself in
the covers . She hugged the pillow tightly, the zipper rubbing against her nipples, a lingering, pleasurable sensation
.

Ten minutes later, she got dressed, changed into her favorite sportswear, looked at her pert bottom
, tied her hair in a ponytail, and prepared to go out. She hadn't taken her underwear to wash; she was going to exchange it with someone. Thinking about
herself, her face involuntarily flushed. "This man is so annoying..." she chuckled to herself, then went
out.

Several tens of minutes later, Ah Zhen arrived at the market. She bought a piece of beef
from sideways. The distraught vendor gave her extra beef,
infuriating the plump vendor's wife standing nearby.

Ah Zhen was still wearing a sports bra today; the tight fabric slightly accentuated her nipples. Of course,
it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely, but many observant male vendors noticed. They exchanged
glances , and some more lewd vendors would deliberately make Ah Zhen squat down, then bend over and try
to peek down from her neckline. Although the elastic fabric couldn't reveal anything, the process was undeniably thrilling.

Ah Zhen, of course, hadn't considered going there at all. She simply wanted to buy
what go to the old beggar's house to make him some nourishing soup. In the days when Old Xu wasn't around, she had been as
gentle as the old beggar's wife, and all of this was entirely of her own volition.

But she didn't know if the old beggar was there. Thinking it over, she decided it was best to go. She had already forgiven the mentally challenged father she had witnessed that
day , because she knew that being a man wasn't easy. If that piece of underwear could truly
provide him with some release, then so be it.

A short while later, she arrived at the old beggar's building. She was startled by the sheer number of people. Police,
ambulances, fire trucks—were all there? "Miss, you can't go up there, there's a fire upstairs," a firefighter politely told Ah Zhen.
Fire

? This is the old beggar's house! A thick plume of smoke billowed from the window,
startling "Is anyone...is anyone inside?" she asked anxiously. "As far as we know, no. The house has a lot of clutter, so it caught fire," the firefighter said

nonchalantly . "That's good, that's good," Ah Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she notice the mentally challenged man and his father being questioned by the social worker , along with the bald old beggar. She was a little anxious. She walked over, but didn't go to the side. It was indeed inappropriate for a beautiful young woman to be with three mentally challenged and dirty men in front of so many people, as evidenced by the social worker covering his nose while talking to the old beggar. "Aren't you going to the social work center?" the social worker asked loudly. "No, no, this is fine, this is fine," the old beggar replied. "What about you? Are you going?" the social worker asked the mentally challenged man and his family. "Heh, if Grandpa's not going, we're not going either..." the simple-minded Guo blurted out, making his father hesitate. The social worker asked again, and this time the father said, "Go, go, why wouldn't we go?" So the two simple-minded men left with the social worker, leaving the old beggar sitting alone on the ground. The fire quickly went out, and everyone could go back to their homes and disperse. Ah Zhen, who had been standing at a distance with red eyes, silently accompanied the old beggar. Finally, even the firefighters left, and the old beggar stood up unsteadily, hobbling up the stairs. Ah Zhen followed closely behind, unnoticed by the old beggar. When he returned to his home, the floor was covered in water stains and a mess . Finally, Ah Zhen looked around to make sure no one was there, and coughed lightly. Only then did the old beggar turn around. It was Ah Zhen: "Ah, you, what brings you here?" The old beggar was surprised. "I, I just happened to be passing by ..." Ah Zhen's voice was a little soft. "Go in..." The old beggar looked at the stunningly beautiful woman and instantly forgot about the state of his house. In reality, it was just water everywhere—no different from before? No! It was always a mess, just more water; that was all he saw. Once inside, they discovered that the living room was on fire, the ceiling blackened, but the other rooms were undamaged. The kitchen and toilet were fine, just a bit stained. This finally put their minds at ease. The old beggar walked to his room, looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and grinned , "Hehe, thank goodness, thank goodness, it's still there, hehe..." Ah Zhen, not quite understanding, walked over and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at? What's still there?" The old beggar was actually afraid of his savings account. He still had some money in a drawer, which he, at his age, didn't trust banks with, so he locked it several times. He concealed it with a pile of old, dirty clothes, so the two fools wouldn't have noticed. But seeing it, the old beggar's worries vanished. "It's still here, look, my darling is still here..." The old beggar was a little forgetful, pointing at the drawer like a child, which made Ah Zhen blush with embarrassment: "You're so annoying, it's this late, and you're still joking like this, you, how could you be like this!" Ah Zhen stood on tiptoe and said coyly. Damn, why is this woman so excited? Oh right, she thought I was talking about her underwear, hahaha ... Thinking this, the old beggar was in a good mood. He reached out and touched Ah Zhen's buttocks, squeezing them hard. "Yes, darling, that's my darling!" "You, really, I can't do anything with you..." Ah Zhen's eyes were a little wet. She didn't expect the old beggar to be so affectionate. She let the old beggar touch her buttocks. The old beggar grabbed Ah Zhen's buttocks, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth. He craned his neck to look at Ah Zhen, who knew what he wanted to do. She lowered her head gently, shyly closing her eyes, and her red lips parted slightly to press against the old beggar's thick lips . Her tongue moved gently as she inserted it into the old beggar's mouth, lovingly tasting the saliva he spat out. The old beggar enjoyed it. His hand slipped inside Ah Zhen's pants, the back of his hand touching two tender little labia. Even through her sweatpants, Ah Zhen moaned and tightly clamped her legs around the old beggar's hand. "Are you... are you hungry?" Ah Zhen stuck out her fragrant tongue, giving the old beggar a deep look, and asked gently. "Ah, hungry, hungry," the old beggar nodded vigorously. "Then be good, I'll go cook some noodles, I'm hungry too..." Ah Zhen lowered her head, slightly pulling away from the old beggar's hand that was still inside her pants. "No, it's not numb..." The old beggar suddenly hugged Ah Zhen shyly, rubbing his face against her . Ah Zhen chuckled, a soft, genuine laugh. Looking at the old man whispering against her chest, she pretended to be serious, "Good girl, we'll do it later. Let's cook rice first, okay? Cook until you're full, and you can...you can do whatever you want..." Ah Zhen blushed as she finished speaking; she was usually reserved and never said such things. The old beggar didn't care. He was even a little angry. "You're my woman, I can do whatever I want. I can have sex with you now if I want to." He opened his arms and hugged Ah Zhen tightly. "Hey...gently, gently...don't...ah. Don't bite...why...why are you biting me again?" Ah Zhen felt like this was a slumbering lioness. Standing on the water-soaked ground, Ah Zhen watched as the old beggar saliva. She had to lean against the doorframe. Since he wouldn't cook, she figured she might as well let him have his way. This poor old man, she thought, should give him what he needed. Her heart had already softened, but Ah Zhen saw the old beggar push her clothes up with both hands. The sports bra was very elastic, so the old beggar, who didn't know how to unhook it, pulled it open. He was almost seeing Ah Zhen's nipple. The old beggar cried out, "Eat, eat, mine... mine..." Half a pink areola appeared before the old beggar's eyes. Against her fair skin, Ah Zhen's areola looked like a flower, particularly eye-catching and adorable. "Okay... I'll give it to you... don't bite, I... I'll take it off for you. Eat..." Ah Zhen answered hastily, feeling a little strained . "Don't rush, I'll take it off... you're so annoying..." Ah Zhen moaned coquettishly, deep handprints already appearing on her chest.

The old beggar, unable to resist, reached his filthy hand into Ah Zhen's snow-white breasts, tightly
pinching her nipple. Yes, it was his nipple,
standing proudly like a puppy seeing its master, waiting for the old beggar's touch. Ah Zhen, who was about to unhook her bra, felt her legs go weak.

"You...you mustn't be in such a hurry..." Ah Zhen cried out to the old beggar. She had no choice but to let him
pinch her nipple. She deeply felt the sensation of him pinching her nipple, a tingling sensation throughout her body—
completely different from when she pinched herself that morning.

Ah Zhen's panties were already soaked. She twisted her hips, smelling the old beggar's strong, foul breath.
She didn't resist, squinting at the old beggar's frenzied movements on her body. "You...you're so annoying, just sucking...
you...just sucking..." Ah Zhen murmured shyly.

"Mmm...you're my woman...I want to nurse...my penis hurts, woman...where's my son? Right,
where's my son?" The old beggar couldn't hold back any longer, but he still liked to vent on this woman; he
had n't forgotten his son.

Looking at the wrinkled old beggar's face, she felt a pang of sadness. What son?! Ah Zhen thought the
old man was talking nonsense. She didn't know that the old man thought she was pregnant because of the vomit she had left in the toilet that day. Even so,
the gentle and considerate Ah Zhen still answered softly, "Be good...humph...ah...only then will the son come?"

"Ah? Didn't you get pregnant? Didn't I ejaculate inside you last time? Didn't you ruin my seed?"
The old beggar stared wide-eyed.

Oh no, he...he didn't get pregnant because of me, did he? Ah Zhen was speechless for a moment. She could only answer,
"You...you did ejaculate inside, but...but it wasn't that fast..." She didn't want to lie to the old man.

Facing the slightly angry old beggar, Ah Zhen felt a pang of sadness. She glanced at him, then lowered her head. "Don't rush,
this...

it's not like you can just have a baby whenever you want... um... you're going to shoot inside me today... um... you
want me to... eat...

eat your... cock?" Ah Zhen whispered very softly in his ear, her face already flushed.

Hearing such tender words, the old beggar couldn't help himself. "Eat, eat, eat my cock... say,
say, say you're mine, I'm going to shoot inside you today, you're mine, you're going to give me a fat baby!"

Ah Zhen finally felt a little relieved and shyly hummed in agreement, "Um... shoot inside... I'm yours..." "..."
Her voice was very soft, and these words truly came from Ah Zhen's heart. She had secretly slipped the half-empty
condom ; she felt she didn't want to use it anymore, and she didn't want to deceive the old man...

After several instances of internal ejaculation, Ah Zhen had taken emergency contraception. Because of this, like many women, Ah Zhen
no longer actively asked men to wear condoms; at least, having sex without a condom was definitely more comfortable than with one...

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside, "Is anyone there? Hello, hello..." The two, lost in their passion, were startled.
Ah Zhen quickly hid in the room, while the old beggar tugged at his pants, which Ah Zhen had partially pulled down, and loudly replied, "Who is it!
Who is it..." before walking out...

(To be continued)

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