A deadly, exquisite married woman

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Speaking of this married woman, she's one of the most stunning women I've ever met. In her thirties, she's 1.75 meters tall, almost as tall as me in heels. Short hair, captivating eyes, full breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and a pert bottom—an absolute stunner.
She runs a liquor business, specializing in high-end spirits such as vintage and zodiac-themed Moutai and Wuliangye, as well as imported premium red wines. She's quite successful, the quality is guaranteed, and she's well-known within small business circles. I met her last year through a friend's introduction; I bought a batch of liquor from her as year-end gifts. But at the time, it was just business dealings, and we didn't develop a close relationship. My friend said she had a wide network and connections, but I didn't take it seriously. I thought, how could a liquor seller be so powerful? And then I forgot about her.
Before I knew it, the holidays were approaching, and I was just figuring out where to go. Suddenly, I received a call from a married woman; her enthusiastic words made it hard to hang up. I knew she wanted me to buy her some wine, and since I also needed gifts for the holidays, I readily agreed. However, I jokingly offered to treat her, and she happily agreed as well. After hanging up, her graceful figure and alluring eyes suddenly flashed into my mind, and my little brother involuntarily stirred. I unconsciously rubbed my groin, imagining what it would be like to seduce her.
Two days later, it happened to be the weekend, and the drinks had been delivered to the company; payment was settled. She came over in person and said she wanted to treat me to dinner. Looking at the radiant married woman, my wicked desire resurfaced, and I didn't refuse.
There were eight of us that evening, four on each side. We had four guys, and they had four girls. My buddy confided in me, wondering if we could get them drunk and make a move. I laughed and said, "You can try, I don't care. But don't underestimate them; they're professional alcohol sellers, they drink all the time. Be careful you don't end up losing more than you gain." My buddy chuckled dismissively, and then the fight began.
The result was a near disaster. Those four women were not only seasoned drinkers but also masters of seduction. They used their charm, coquettishness, and alluring glances to completely seduce my brothers. In less than two hours, except for me, who consciously controlled myself and didn't get too drunk, my three brothers were all quite tipsy. The four women, on the other hand, seemed fine, or at least appeared so. Seeing the married woman smilingly raise her glass again, I knew it was time to change locations. So, I stood up and said, "I'm having a great time today, but not quite done yet. How about we go somewhere else?" The women didn't answer, they all looked at the married woman. She laughed and said, "Who's afraid of who? Okay, let's move on to the next round."
The group arrived at the club, where fruit platters and drinks were already prepared, and they began to dig in. Having learned their lesson, the brothers, now somewhat recovered, launched their counterattack. They were all used to meat, and wouldn't let such a delicious meal slip away. After a quick discussion, each grabbed a beautiful woman and they paired up for a quick fight, naturally leaving the married woman to me. After several rounds of games and dancing, they were all embracing each other. The women were quite open; as long as it wasn't too inappropriate, a touch or a kiss was accepted without question. By this time, I had taken advantage of the married woman quite a bit, using a combination of coaxing and hugging. I had sneakily attacked her buttocks and breasts several times, and although she pinched my flesh each time, it didn't hurt at all. Moreover, with my various lewd jokes, her face was flushed, her eyes were constantly sparkling, and she was practically dripping with desire. Seeing that the time was ripe, I signaled to the hostess to play some disco music, and everyone started dancing.
As the loud music started, the lights in the room dimmed, and men and women rushed onto the dance floor. At first, a few women huddled together dancing, but we quickly separated them. Everyone seemed to have planned it, getting into the swing of things immediately. Some were hugging and kissing, others were groping each other. Of course, I wasn't far behind. My hands, holding the married woman, had already slipped under her skirt. Although there was still a layer of fabric between us, I could feel the wet heat of her crotch. She pushed my hands away with one hand behind her back, making a futile resistance, and said breathlessly in my ear, "Brother, you're bullying me like this." My hands didn't stop. I wrapped my arms around her waist, restraining her arms, and then directly slipped my fingers into her panties, teasing her wet vulva while grinning wickedly, "Sister, look how uncomfortable you are. I'm helping you, not bullying you." As I caressed her with my fingers, the married woman was clearly aroused. She stopped struggling, wrapped her arms around my neck, and hummed softly. She glanced at the other people on the dance floor who were kissing and groping each other, and spat, "None of them are any good. You've all taken advantage of me."
I knew the married woman was already aroused, so there was no need for further words. I wrapped one arm around her waist, adjusted the angle with the other, and began to rapidly probe and shake. She immediately collapsed onto me, clinging tightly to my neck, letting me probe. I must say, her stamina was remarkable; just as my arm was reaching its limit, she let out a soft moan and trembled as she climaxed. Seeing this, I stopped, held her for a moment to recover, and then dragged her towards the bathroom. After all, she was satisfied, but I was still hard. But when I opened the door, I found someone inside—the bespectacled woman who worked for the married woman, being pushed around in a cart by one of her men. I cursed under my breath and pulled her back. After circling the room several times, I realized that besides the sofa and the dance floor, there really wasn't a suitable spot or space for sex.
The married woman, held in my arms, laughed heartily at my exasperated expression. She reached down to my crotch, unzipped my pants, and slipped her hand inside my underwear, kneading my already erect penis. She chuckled and said, "It's over, isn't it? No use for it anymore."
Damn it, I got laughed at! This is the last straw. I dragged the married woman back to the bathroom. I roughly shoved the two of us, who were already finished and panting in each other's arms, out of the bathroom. I pressed the married woman onto the sink, lifted her skirt, and thrust inside. The married woman resisted quite fiercely, probably not wanting to be fucked here. But at this point, I was blinded by lust and didn't care about anything else. Seeing her try to get up several times, I forcefully pushed her down, instead pulling her skirt up to her waist, removing her bra, and vigorously kneading her full, swollen breasts with both hands, while I began to thrust hard. Gradually, the married woman stopped struggling, just lying on the sink with her beautiful eyes slightly closed, letting me knead and thrust. The naked, full, white, and smooth body in front of me gave me a huge visual shock and psychological stimulation. So, I quickly came too, and amidst her screams, I thrust my penis all the way in, pressing against her clitoris and ejaculating. Looking at the limp, powerless wife beneath me, I sincerely felt that conquering such a beauty was the most awesome thing ever.
That's how men are; once they ejaculate, they lose all desire. I held the married woman in my arms for a while longer, then prepared to get dressed and leave. Unexpectedly, she turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, gave me a deep kiss, and said she hadn't felt this good in a long time. Hearing this, I was naturally very proud; after all, no man dislikes a woman praising his sexual prowess. I was about to boast a bit more when I heard her whisper in my ear, "I want more." Then she pushed me onto the bathroom chair, and she knelt between my legs, burying her head in my groin, taking my dripping penis into her mouth, still giving me oral sex. A beautiful woman's kindness cannot be ignored. So I happily indulged. I leaned back, raised my legs, and let her lick and suck. I must say, her oral skills were superb; from my penis to my testicles to my anus, her wet little tongue licked every part. Until finally, when I was as hard as I could possibly be, she straddled me again.
This time our time was relatively long. Although I didn't check the time, the pure thrusting lasted at least half an hour.
We tried various positions until she finally topped me and pulled me out. This time, I was already quite exhausted, so I slumped in the chair for a while before helping the married woman, who was also on top of me, up, intending to get ready to leave. Then, something terrible happened. The married woman had no intention of getting off me; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and continued to French kiss me, her round, plump buttocks pressing against my groin again, slowly grinding against me. What? She wasn't done yet? This was indeed a bit frightening. Even the most delicious food can't be digested if overeaten, especially since I'm over thirty and definitely can't compare to the stamina of a twenty-something. I wanted to push her away, but seeing her intoxicated eyes, flushed face, naked body, and seductive moans, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Gritting my teeth and hardening my resolve, I decided to let her do as she pleased. After all, dying under a peony flower is a romantic death. For some reason, this phrase popped into my head, evoking a sense of tragic grandeur, like the line from the poem "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."
The married woman was very understanding. This time, she didn't even let me get up. After I got hard, she sat on top of me and started rocking. It didn't last long, and just when I was about to lose control, she finally climaxed again, her body swaying wildly, arching and swaying several times, before collapsing onto me and remaining still. After a while, she straightened up, and I noticed tears in her eyes. She looked at me for a moment and said two things. One was, "It felt so good, I'm so satisfied." Hearing this, I actually dared to move, feeling a bit of relief that I had escaped. But the other thing she said almost made my soul fly away: "Why didn't you ejaculate? Do you want me to help you ejaculate?" Before I could refuse, she got up again, buried her head between my legs, and began sucking with both her hands and mouth. Soon, I was on the verge of ejaculation again, and she sensed it. However, she didn't pull away but instead sucked my penis rapidly up and down. The married woman took it in very deep, deeper and deeper, until when I finally ejaculated, I felt it was already inside my throat. One scene I still can't forget is how she gently spit out my softened penis after ejaculation, and then gently sucked it back in, with the utmost tenderness.
After we finished getting dressed and came out of the bathroom, a few people outside were eating the club's late-night snack. Seeing us, they invited us to join them. To be honest, I was really hungry. I hadn't eaten anything proper all night, just drunk alcohol, and I'd ejaculated three times—my energy was severely depleted. So without a word, I sat down and grabbed a bowl of green bean and clam noodles and started eating. The married woman, however, didn't eat anything, but instead picked up some fruit from the table and savored it. One of her female subordinates asked her, "Why aren't you eating any noodles? Aren't you hungry?" Before she could answer, one of my brothers pointed at me and chimed in, "You've been eating for so long, how could you be hungry?" Everyone burst into laughter. The married woman threw her unfinished fruit at him, calling him a pervert, while giving me a knowing smile. For no reason, I felt a chill run down my spine and quickly lowered my head to eat, pretending I hadn't seen anything.
Afterwards, I had painful urination for two days, and my back pain took a full week to subside. During that time, the married woman even messaged me on WeChat, but I made all sorts of excuses to decline. I really didn't dare to accept the challenge; I was no match for her. Before, when I hung out with young girls and college students, I thought I was pretty good, but now I realize I've never met anyone truly formidable. If everyone were like this married woman, I probably would have become a scumbag long ago.

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