Happy times delivered to your door

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Working, buying a house, getting married, and having children in an unfamiliar city—to be honest, I didn't have any friends in this city at all, not even the people in my building.
But last summer, I got to know Sister Hua, who lived downstairs from me, quite well. How did Sister Hua and I meet? It all started with our children. I have a son who is a little over three years old, and Sister Hua also has a son, but he's a bit younger than my child. Before, during the winter, it was too cold, and I was worried that my child would get cold, so I didn't take him out to play. But as summer approached, every day at noon when I came home from work, my wife would cook at home, and I would take my child to play in the open space downstairs for a while.
Hua Jie's child saw our baby playing outside and wanted to join in. The two children became good friends (Hua Jie doesn't need to cook; she has a nanny who cooks for the children—rich people are so lucky!). The two children ran on the grass, and we followed behind, chatting about our experiences with children. That's how I got to know Hua Jie. She was less than 10 years older than me; she wouldn't say exactly, but I guessed she was 36 or 37. She was remarried, and her husband was over 45 and seemed to be a businessman.
One time, the two children were looking for ants on the grass, and we had to follow along. I got tired of squatting and stood up to rest. That's when I noticed her large, white breasts (she was squatting there, and her breasts looked especially large because of her legs. I sighed; summer is great, you can catch a glimpse of spring unexpectedly).
Hua Jie probably noticed me staring at her breasts and stood up to adjust her clothes. Realizing I'd been caught, I quickly changed the subject and squatted down to continue playing with the children. Hua Jie didn't say anything and acted very naturally.
This happened many times; I was always deeply attracted to her snow-white breasts. During our conversations, I'd always find opportunities to compliment her, praising her fair skin and how great her figure was even after having a child (this was her second child; her first was with her ex-husband). She readily accepted it.
The real story begins when my wife took the child to her parents' home. Because it was cold during the Lunar New Year, and the journey was long and inconvenient, we were worried about the child suffering, so we didn't go. We waited until it got warmer before taking the child to visit her parents.
With my wife gone, there was no one to cook, and sometimes I wouldn't come home after work at noon. This particular day was the weekend, and I was resting at home. It was lunchtime, and I was about to go out to buy some food when I ran into Sister Hua downstairs with her child. She asked why I hadn't seen her take the child out these past few days, saying her child kept mentioning it.
I told her my wife had taken the child to her parents' home and wouldn't be back for about a month. She invited me to her house for dinner, but I politely declined. Although I'd been to her house quite often—the two kids get along well and would often say, "Come play at my house, I have [something] toys"—we'd visited each other frequently, but I'd never actually eaten at her place before.
A week later, I saw Sister Hua returning from grocery shopping and asked her why she'd gone shopping alone and where the nanny was. She said her mother-in-law missed the children, so her husband had sent them to stay with her for a while, and the nanny had gone home.
I asked why she hadn't gone, and she said her mother-in-law didn't like her and thought she'd only married her husband, who was almost 10 years older than her, for money. So she didn't want to go.
Just as I was about to leave, she called me back, asking if I'd eaten yet. She said she'd cooked at home and we could eat together, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish by myself. After several refusals, I finally went into her house…
I can't cook, so I just watched TV in the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. Soon, several dishes were ready, and we chatted about the children during dinner.
She was dressed casually at home in the summer, and I caught a glimpse of her fair skin through her open neckline. Unsurprisingly, she noticed. She scolded me, "Where are you looking? Go home and look at your wife."
I could only shamelessly compliment her, "My wife doesn't have your figure and skin. You look younger than my wife."
The conversation flowed smoothly, and she said, "Your wife's been away these past few days, are you feeling restless? You've come to my place looking for a bargain."
I didn't answer, but instead asked her, "Do women become sexually frigid after having children?"
The sudden shift from the more subtle conversation to a direct discussion of sex surprised her. She asked, "What's wrong? Is your wife sexually frigid?"
I then complained to her that my wife had a low sex drive and only had sex once or twice a month. As we chatted, the conversation turned to her situation. Women her age tend to have higher sex drives, the saying goes, "thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger," but men at this age experience a significant decline in physical function, especially her husband who is older than her and whose ability is even lower. No matter how much she teases him, it's over in a short time.
I asked her how she usually manages to satisfy herself. She ignored me and told me to eat properly. As I ate, I muttered to myself, "What a wonderful woman, that figure, that skin... what a waste. If it were me..."
I deliberately drew out the word, and Sister Hua heard me (I said it on purpose for her to hear) and asked, "What could you do with that?"
I said I'd definitely have her partying every night, never leaving her alone. She laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid of being exhausted, afraid of being drained dry?"
I pointed to the food on the table and said, "Even if I'm drained, there's still this delicious food to replenish me, isn't there? Besides, a woman who truly needs a man wouldn't want to drain him dry; she wants a long-term, steady relationship."
She said, "Do you have the ability?"
I said, "You can inspect the goods first!"
As I spoke, a foot under the table reached down to my crotch and began rubbing it. My penis immediately became hard, and Sister Hua laughed. She said, "The goods are not small!"
I said, "This is nothing, it will be even bigger when it's out."
Sister Hua got up and drew the curtains, came to my side, let me lean back in the chair, unbuckled my belt, took out my penis, and started licking it. I teased her, "You're in such a hurry, you're starting before the meal is even finished."
She said, "This is a hundred times better than the food."
Of course, I couldn't ask to continue eating. There was no reason to stop at this point. I also reached into her collar and touched her two breasts. She laughed and said, "Have you been thinking about me for a long time?"
I said, "I dream about these two snowballs..."
Then she took off my pants, I took off her shirt, and ran naked into her bedroom. She told me that she had a vasectomy and could ejaculate inside me as much as she wanted. Then she gave me oral sex in a 69 position and so on.
I played with her big breasts; her pussy was already soaking wet. After a fierce battle, I ejaculated inside her. She lay on the bed, convulsing slightly from her orgasm. After a quick wash, she couldn't wait for a second, a third…
That day, we did it from lunchtime until dinnertime. She cooked me a whole table of delicious food to nourish me, saying, "Like you said, it has to be a long-term commitment; I can't drain you dry." For
about a month afterward, we did it whenever we had free time, until my wife brought the child back.
Later, when we played with the child downstairs, we would still exchange knowing smiles. She would also intentionally or unintentionally wear slightly revealing clothes, letting me see her to my heart's content.
Sometimes, in the hallway, when no one was around, I could touch her, or when no one was home, we could do it for an entire afternoon…

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