The Taste of a Married Woman

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She was a friend I'd known since our school days, and her husband was also an acquaintance. But our ambiguous relationship only blossomed years later during a chance encounter. It was such a coincidence that one day, while I was loitering near a convenience store, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of enormous breasts beside me. I'm particularly attracted to women with large breasts, so whenever I come across something attractive, I don't hesitate to feast my eyes. Following the curve of her breasts upwards, I realized this woman seemed to be someone I knew—of course, I recognized her by her face, not her breasts. Our eyes met, and she quickly recognized me too. We were both overjoyed to see each other again after so many years. After some questioning, I discovered that her post-marriage residence wasn't far from my rented apartment. She went out to buy groceries today, but unexpectedly ran into me at a convenience store on her way home to buy a newspaper. Seeing her carrying so many bags, I volunteered to play the role of a gentleman and help her carry her groceries home, exchanging greetings. If you're reading this far and think that something happened immediately after I took her home, I guarantee that's just a story. In fact, at that time, I had absolutely no intention of sleeping with her. However, our relationship progressed very quickly after that day, and I would often visit her. As a single man, spending so much time with a "married woman," a "busty mature woman," it's hard not to have problems, especially since she's a rather lively and proactive girl. So, our relationship progressed from maintaining a proper distance to sitting next to each other while watching TV, and even occasionally bumping into each other during jokes. It was only then that I gradually started to think, "Maybe I can 'eat her up'!" Of course, most of these things happened under the influence of alcohol! We would occasionally have a few drinks at our gatherings, and her biggest weakness was that she couldn't handle being provoked. At one gathering, she got quite drunk and I mocked her. Being competitive, she immediately challenged me to a one-on-one drinking contest another day. So, two days later, at noon, I happened to be free, so I picked up the phone and called her, intending to give her a chance for revenge. "Hey! How about it? Got the guts to drink again?" I challenged. "Go ahead and drink, what are you afraid of?" she retorted defiantly. Ten minutes later, she appeared at my front door. Ten minutes after that, after drinking several cans of beer, she passed out again and asked to borrow my sofa for a nap. Looking at her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts, fueled by alcohol, I really wanted to just pounce on her, but being a coward, I couldn't bring myself to do it, torn between impulse and reason. An hour later, she woke up and told me she was sober and needed to go home. I was extremely annoyed, thinking, what would be the point of my plans today if she just went home like that? So I resorted to my most lewd and persistent tactics, trying to get her to stay. Then I pretended to be feeling unwell and asked her to give me a massage. Actually, we had massaged each other many times before, so physical contact wasn't difficult for either of us. I touched her back and stomach, but I just didn't have the courage to go for the more intimate areas! The reason I'm emphasizing this mental struggle is because things didn't turn out as easily as depicted in typical erotic novels. After all, putting your hands on a friend's, your friend's wife, and caressing her wantonly—I don't think many people could bring themselves to do that! Today, taking advantage of the massage, I rested my head on her stomach, letting her massage my shoulders. While the alcohol was still lingering, I reached out and hugged her. She seemed oblivious, continuing to massage me. After a while, I didn't make any further moves, so she said it was time to go home. At this point, I had no choice but to muster my courage, cling to her, and beg her to stay, gently rubbing my mouth against her thin clothes. Lost in passion, I began licking her arm. Perhaps the ticklish sensation was pleasant, for she let out a soft "oh." Hearing this gasp, I felt a surge of desire and kissed her arm even more vigorously. Of course, just centimeters above my head were those enormous breasts I had longed for; I remembered her telling me she was an E-cup. Seeing my chance, I quickly buried my head between her breasts, sucking hard on those two hemispheres through her clothes. This time, she cried out even louder, but didn't resist. I thought to myself, this piece of meat is finally within my grasp. I quickly lifted her clothes, launching a more direct assault on her large breasts. I never imagined that her breasts, usually so tightly covered by her clothes, would be so magnificent once they were uncovered. These large breasts, firmly encased in a bra, remained erect and unyielding in the face of my attack. I impatiently teased the parts outside the bra cups with my tongue, but soon, I felt unsatisfied: "I want to go deeper, I want to pull the bra off and enjoy these magnificent breasts more directly!" Unrestrained breasts were so beautiful; they hung before my eyes, waiting for my kneading, waiting for my sucking. Of course, besides my tongue, my hands joined the fray; after all, I had never had the chance to touch breasts this large in my entire life. Under the combined influence of my tongue, lips, and hands, she gradually surrendered, gradually forgot that she was someone else's wife, and gradually forgot the boundaries that should exist between friends. Once I was certain that the woman in front of me had become a docile little lamb, the next steps became much easier. I turned her around, hugged her from behind, grasped her large breasts with one hand, and began to explore downwards with the other. I found her clitoris and began to gently rotate it with my fingers. Her breathing became more and more rapid. I explored further down and found that her vagina was already soaking wet. This slut had come to see my advances as a form of enjoyment and service. So I began to play with her, to make her serve me. I pulled her hand back, to my genitals, and then pressed her hand against my penis, rotating it. She seemed excited, but kept saying, "No!" Strangely, when I removed my hand, her hand continued to stroke my penis, a lewd act that aroused me greatly. Knowing her wanton nature, I wasn't surprised by her next question. "Do you want me?" she asked, her eyes filled with lust. At this point, if I said no, I would not only be betraying her, but also the parents who gave me this penis. First, I had her take my penis in her mouth. Being a mature married woman, her technique was top-notch; her teeth didn't scratch the glans at all, and without a word, she immediately knelt before me. Watching her obediently, wantonly, and intently suck my penis gave me immense stimulation. This feeling of conquest from above was indescribable! Finally, the real test arrived. Since we were both experienced, I decided to go for the rear-entry position, a position I always liked because it allowed me to thrust while playing with her breasts. I had her hold onto the coffee table, bend over, and face away from me, exposing her vagina to my view. I grabbed my penis and thrust forward relentlessly. The mature woman lived up to her name; instead of showing any discomfort, she completely responded to my movements, moaning wildly. I then had her on top, the most visually appealing position, as I could see her large breasts swaying up and down with each thrust. Her active thrusting also gave me intense stimulation, because an active woman represents promiscuity, and I like lewd women in bed. After thrusting in this position for a while, I began to feel my penis nearing ejaculation. Her vagina, with each up-and-down movement of her body, swallowed and released my penis. With each movement, I felt my penis being squeezed, and something kept trying to emerge from the tip of my glans. Enveloped by her warm vagina, stimulated by the sight of her swaying breasts and the sounds of her moans, I felt my ejaculation gates about to burst open. So I quickly pulled out my penis and let her take it in her mouth. The moment my penis entered, a torrent of sperm gushed out, wave after wave rushing straight to her throat. She was indeed an experienced wife; she not only didn't flinch but also didn't choke at all. After I ejaculated, she even used her tongue to tease my glans and urethral opening, licking up every last drop of semen. I had never ejaculated so pleasurably before! Later, we had sex a few more times, and I realized that her sex drive was so high that her husband couldn't satisfy her, which led her to seek opportunities outside the marriage. Now, I have a good girlfriend and we're getting married, so our relationship has ended. But this story with the big-breasted married woman still lingers in my mind from time to time!

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