The hot temptation of a divorced wife

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The story takes place in 2010, when I was helping out at a friend's hair salon. Every day I came into contact with many women—students, married women, rich kids, kept girls—all sorts of people. Given the nature of our work, it was inevitable that we'd joke around with female customers. Sometimes things would get a little ambiguous.
Among these women, I met a 31-year-old married woman. I always called her Sister Su. When we first met, we'd joke around, but since she was a customer, I was careful with my words. She frequently came to the salon for haircuts, always getting her hair washed first thing in the morning. So we gradually became familiar. I only knew that she was divorced, had her own business, had a 7-year-old daughter, and lived in a neighborhood near our salon.
Once, during a chat, she asked if I could drive. I said yes, but I didn't know the way. She asked me to be her private driver for 3000 yuan a month, and told me to think about it. At the time, I thought it was a joke and didn't take it too seriously. Later, she brought it up several times, hoping I would take the job. She even said she would take me along to do business, telling me that for a man, career is the most important thing. What I needed was an opportunity, and she could help me.
I was very tempted at the time; I thought to myself, "Isn't this like picking up a guy?" But then I thought about it again, and I was so bored spending my days at the hair salon. I wasn't learning anything. Going to her place would be like having a job. So I called her and agreed to go. That's how I left my friend's hair salon to become this woman's driver.
At first, everything was normal; I was just responsible for picking her up and dropping her off at work. Later, she would take me with her to some social events, letting me broaden my horizons. Our relationship gradually transcended the superior-subordinate dynamic. She cared a lot about my life, even the smallest details. Over time, we became like siblings.
One night, we went to meet a client and drank quite a bit. It was late when I took her home. I helped her home, and her daughter was there too. She politely greeted me as "Uncle." Sister Su said, "Don't leave this year. It's so late. Tomorrow morning, you can take me directly to the company." I agreed, helped her into her room, and got her towels and hot water. Her daughter also went back to her room. Back in my room, I put down the towel and turned to go to the living room to rest. She said her neck hurt and asked me to massage it. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood behind her, massaging her neck. She told me her story: she and her husband started a business together, but later, when their financial situation improved, her husband had another woman.
After the divorce, he left her and her child with 500,000 yuan and the house before leaving. She worked hard raising her child alone.
After listening, I didn't say anything, just felt that this woman had a very difficult life. She took off her coat and asked me to massage her shoulders. She was only wearing a black low-cut top underneath. Looking down, I could clearly see her bra and her full breasts beneath it. This was the first time I had looked at her figure so closely. Although she was over 30, she still maintained a very good figure. Her prominent breasts were right under my nose, allowing me to feast my eyes.
Looking at her large breasts, I couldn't help but have wild thoughts, imagining grabbing them forcefully.
Just then, she grabbed my hand and moved it down her neck to inside her bra. I didn't pull away, and she looked up at me and said, "Let's massage here too." Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I didn't have time to consider whether what I was doing was right or wrong. I vigorously massaged her breasts. Her breasts were too big to be grasped in one hand; the skin was incredibly smooth and white.
Both hands rubbed incessantly inside her bra, occasionally pinching her nipples. She slowly let out moans, trying to be as quiet as possible because her daughter was home.
My penis was already erect and pressed against her back. Her hands moved to her back, playing with my penis through my pants. She turned around, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth, sucking it vigorously. Her oral skills were quite remarkable, without a trace of teeth. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Her wet tongue slid from the base of my penis to the tip. My penis was covered in her saliva. She held my penis with one hand and gently stroked my testicles with the other.
Watching my engorged penis slide in and out of this woman's mouth ignited my animalistic instincts. I bent down, gripping her breasts tightly.
The air was filled with the scent of her perfume, a fragrance that completely intoxicated me. The urge to ejaculate intensified, and my body began to tremble. She was experienced; she could tell I was about to ejaculate and quickened the pace and intensity of her oral sex. I straightened up, thrusting my hips forward forcefully, gripping her hair tightly with both hands. She cooperated, grasping my hips as they moved back and forth, sucking hard on my glans, then swallowing my entire penis, moving it back and forth. My trembling intensified. I realized she was about to ejaculate and tried to pull out, but she said, "Ejaculate in my mouth; it's been so long since I've tasted semen."
And so, I thrust forward, feeling my penis plunge into her throat. The semen shot into her mouth like a fountain. Perhaps because it was inserted too deeply, she gagged a few times, swallowing all the semen. She even used her hand to eat the remaining semen around her mouth. Then she said to me, "You haven't done it in a long time, have you? You ejaculated so much." I smiled.
We lay on the bed chatting. She asked me to hug her. I stretched out my arm, and she nestled against my shoulder, like a little girl seeking a sense of security. I unconsciously kissed her forehead. She looked up and said, "Let's do round two." Before I could agree, she began to take off my clothes and her own, then climbed on top of me, starting to kiss me from my forehead.
She stuck out her tongue and licked my face incessantly. She licked my nose, ears, and neck, then put her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, sucking each other's saliva forcefully. Her sucking was so forceful that my tongue felt like it was being torn apart. Her saliva flowed into my mouth along the tip of my tongue, and then she sucked it back in. I held her in my arms, stroking her back. Her smooth skin felt wonderful to my touch. After a passionate kiss, I wanted to lay her down on the bed and pamper her, but she said, "I'm older than you, let me love you."
She then licked down my neck, stopping at my nipples, sucking on them while stroking my penis. She continued licking down until she reached my glans. This time she was gentler; she didn't immediately suckle, but instead licked my penis with her tongue. After a while, she moved to my testicles, starting from my groin and working her way up, licking directly to the glans. It felt amazing. I lay on the bed, enjoying it immensely. Suddenly, she parted my legs, lifted my buttocks, and tried to lick my anus. But I hadn't showered, and it was dirty. I told her not to lick there, it was dirty. She laughed and said, "This is the primal taste."
After saying that, she spread my buttocks apart with both hands, widening my anus. Her tongue immediately pressed against my anus, first circling around it and licking incessantly. Then she used the tip of her tongue to push into my anus. Her hands kept touching my testicles and penis. After licking for a while, she made me turn over and kneel. Then she continued to play with my anus from behind, which felt incredibly good. This feeling was even more pleasurable than oral sex. After a while, she suddenly let out a sound. I turned around to see what was wrong, and she said she had licked poop.
She said it was probably because my anus was wide open due to the tension and relaxation, and she had licked it quite deeply. I thought she would stop because she was uncomfortable, but she just wiped herself with a tissue and continued licking. After a burst of stimulation, fluid secreted from my urethra. She lay on her back between my legs and began licking my testicles and glans. Then she moved to my face and put her tongue into my mouth again, engaging in a passionate French kiss. I could still smell the stench from her breath. But under this passionate sensory experience, the smell did not feel disgusting at all; instead, it was even more stimulating. I pushed her up and began sucking on her nipples.
I licked her large breasts back and forth with my tongue, occasionally biting her nipples, playing with them for a while before licking downwards. From her abdomen to her navel, and then to her vagina. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, her labia were not large, and the color was not too dark; there was no foul odor from her vagina. This aroused me even more. I stuck out my tongue and licked the base of her thighs, about to insert it into her vagina, when she told me not to, telling me to go in now. I asked her if she didn't like it, and she said, "I can't take it anymore."
And so, she guided my penis into her vagina. Upon insertion, I could feel the warmth inside. It was very slippery; after all, she was a woman who had given birth, her vagina wasn't very tight, but it still managed to envelop my penis. I began to gently thrust in and out, and soon she started moaning. As I thrust, I stimulated her vagina with my hand, and after a while, her breathing became rapid and her moans grew louder. She covered her mouth to prevent the child from hearing.
My thrusting speed increased. She bit her finger, her face showing enjoyment. Just as I was enjoying this, someone suddenly knocked on the door. It was her daughter. I was startled and immediately tried to get off her. But she held me. Seeing that I was continuing to thrust, she asked her daughter what was wrong. Her
daughter said that tuition was due tomorrow, and she needed to prepare the money the next morning. Sister Su said, "Okay. Go back to your room and sleep. I need to talk to your uncle about something."
Her daughter didn't say anything more and went back inside. I felt that her daughter might have found out something. A little embarrassed, she noticed my worry and patted my head, saying, "Keep going. Just enjoy the moment. Don't think about anything else." Perhaps there was another meaning behind those words. I increased the speed of my thrusts again. I lifted her thighs with both hands, lowered my body, and fully inserted my penis, thrusting violently.
After a burst of frenzied thrusting, her body began to tremble; I knew she had orgasmed. But I didn't stop; instead, I thrust even harder. Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted much longer. She couldn't take it anymore. She pushed against my abdomen with her hands, trying to get me to slow down. But I ignored her. I wrapped my hands around her legs, grabbed her breasts, and thrust forcefully. She covered her mouth with the sheet, and although her moans were quieter, the sound of our hips colliding couldn't be quieter. Accompanied by the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh, I thrust forward and ejaculated inside her. All my semen shot into her body.
We did this three times, and it was almost dawn. We left home in the morning. I drove, and she sat in the back. We didn't speak, didn't exchange glances. She just looked out the window. Perhaps only we knew our own feelings and thoughts. In the days that followed, we enjoyed the fleeting comfort that sex brought us almost daily. For her, perhaps, what she wanted was a sense of existence. That she was still a woman.
Because we got too close, rumors started circulating at the company. Afraid of the negative impact, I quit my job. Sister Su planned to arrange a job for me at a friend's company, but I didn't agree. Before I left, Sister Su told me, "Little brother, if you need anything, just ask your sister. Take care of yourself. Date some nice girls you meet.
You have a long road ahead of you." We smiled and said goodbye. Now I run a small business and have a girlfriend. I still keep in touch with Sister Su; everyone around me knows I have a god-sister.

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