Her husband was having sex on top of her, so I sneaked into her room.

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Everything is difficult at the beginning. I don't know what happened that time, but I remember the text message you sent me. I trusted you so much, and I treated you quite well, so why did you hurt me...
One day in October, the boss brought a lot of people back. Some we had met before, and some were visiting for the first time. I knew they were going to eat here that day. We were still working when the boss and his friends played cards (Dou Dizhu) until after 7 pm. We finished our work, and since it was a private company, there weren't many people at home. A few of us helped Sister Xia cook, and we ate around 8 pm. Maybe because she had worked all day, Sister Xia was quite tired. She didn't sit at the table, but left a bowl of rice on the side, ate it, and went upstairs to rest. The rest of us men just sat there drinking. Dinner was around 9 pm, and since we didn't want to leave like that, we said we'd stay and have some fun. There were about 8 or 9 of us. We started playing Niuniu around the table...
As we played, I thought of Sister Xia. Maybe I've always harbored some kind of feeling for her. I told them I needed help and went upstairs. Looking at the clothes Sister Xia had changed out of in the bathroom, I realized I'd been a bit too drunk or something that day; I'd acted impulsively. After leaving the bathroom, I saw the light shining from Sister Xia's room. I hesitated at the door, wanting to go in but not knowing what excuse to use, and afraid someone might come up. I hesitated at the door for a while before going down. Down there, I felt increasingly uneasy. I told them I was tired and would go upstairs to sleep. I'm relatively young, so they didn't say anything when I left early. After
going upstairs, I peeked through the crack in the door at Sister Xia. She was sleeping inside, but I didn't dare to go in. My heart was pounding. Finally, under the influence of alcohol, I pushed the door open and slowly walked to her bedside. Looking at her sleeping face, my palms were sweating with excitement. I just stood there, watching, afraid to move. Slowly, I steeled myself and placed my hand on her blanket, watching her reaction. Gradually, I applied more pressure. Seeing that she didn't react, I became bolder and lifted my hand. I felt my hand trembling. I slowly placed my hand on her face, hesitant to do so abruptly. I gently traced its surface with my fingertips, constantly watching her expression. Perhaps it was the calmness of her face that emboldened me; I pressed my face against hers and kissed her. But as I kissed her lips, I couldn't resist licking her face with my tongue. She jerked her head, startling me so much I immediately got up and grabbed the lighter from beside her bed. She mumbled something and then fell asleep again. Looking at the lighter in my hand, I made an excuse for myself, steeled myself, and knelt beside her bed. I slowly slipped my hand under the covers, afraid to move at first. I moved slowly, touching her thigh, and placed my hand there, watching her expression, gently massaging it. My hand slid down her pajamas to her chest. Knowing she was ticklish, I didn't dare move my hand to her waist, but instead touched her breasts through her pajamas. So soft, not at all like the books described—just incredibly soft. Nothing could describe it. Since she was lying on her side, one breast was pressed against the bed. My hand could completely grasp the other. I slowly massaged her breast, constantly watching her expression. I pinched her nipple with my fingers; it really did harden, I could feel it slowly hardening. Perhaps I was too excited, I used too much force. I saw her eyes move, and I was startled, immediately pulling my hand away. Before I could even stand up, her eyes opened, and she looked at me, suddenly showing a frightened, tearful expression. I quickly grabbed my lighter and said, "There were so many mosquitoes in the room, they took the lighter while playing cards. I came in to borrow a light, and since you were asleep, I didn't wake you." She still had that same expression. I said, "Sister Xia, be good, don't cry, don't cry." I lowered my head and cupped her face in my hands, pressing my forehead against hers. She shrank her head further under the covers, looking at me. I immediately left, but didn't close the door.
I stood behind the door, my heart pounding, panting heavily, looking at my hands, imagining the smooth feel of them. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed Xia Jie's underwear, and vigorously masturbated, leaving thick white semen all over it. I stood under the showerhead, the water washing over my body, but my wicked soul kept thinking about what had just happened, wanting to go back in. But what excuse could I use this time? Looking at the flickering lights outside the window, I lit a cigarette, steeled myself, and forcefully stubbed it out. I dried myself off, checked my watch—more than half an hour had passed. Wearing only my underwear, I slipped into Xia Jie's room.
I turned off the light. In the pitch-black night, you all know what I mean, right? I pretended to be calm and walked to the bedside, sitting down beside her. At that moment, I was incredibly nervous, but blinded by desire. I pulled the covers up, and she shifted slightly. I got into her bed. She had her back to me, so I turned to face her, gently placing my hand on her waist. She mumbled something, turned back to me, and buried her head in my chest. I placed my hand on her buttocks, slowly caressing them, my head buried in her hair—she smelled so good. Because she was sleeping on her side, her nightgown was already quite short, so my hand went directly from her buttocks... I reached inside her clothes, pinched her breasts, and gently swung them around. Seeing that she didn't react, I assumed it was her husband, so I grew bolder. I slowly slid her panties down, and she reached down and grabbed my hand. My heart raced. I wrapped my other arm around her neck and pulled her into my arms. She twisted slightly, but I held her still. Time seemed to drag on forever. Soon, I heard her heavy breathing. Maybe she was too tired. My hands slowly started moving. I still loved her breasts; they felt so good to squeeze. I slowly lowered her hands to her buttocks. Of course, I had already taken off my underwear. I placed her hand on my penis, which was still semi-erect from just ejaculating. Her small, cool hand grasped my penis, and as it was squeezed by her hand, it involuntarily became erect. I couldn't help but move my penis between her legs, touching her buttocks. She gently pushed me away, saying no, but I ignored her. I took her hand and placed it on my waist, rubbing my penis against her vulva. She softly called out, "Shangao, no, I'm tired, let's sleep." I ignored her and gently inserted my penis inside her. She couldn't help but moan, her hands unconsciously groping my body. Suddenly, she pushed me away like a madwoman, asking me in a tearful voice who I was. I froze, remaining silent, just holding her tightly, my lower body throbbing. She cried out, "Who are you, who..." I thrust in hard, and she cried out, "Ah!" I continued thrusting hard, and she struggled, saying, "You're Xiao Liu, right? Get off, get off, waah~~" She cried so sadly. But I was like a demon, just moving continuously without making a sound, bending down to kiss her face, licking her face with my tongue, the taste salty, her face covered in tears. I held her and thrust, "Ah, no, no... oh..." Her resistance lessened. Because I had masturbated, I still didn't feel like ejaculating, each thrust accompanied by a soft "sizzle... sizzle..." sound. Sister Xia even cooperated by slightly raising her waist. As my hand moved, her breathing became heavier and heavier. My right hand climbed up her breasts, constantly changing their shape. Sister Xia closed her eyes tightly, trying her best to endure the waves of pleasure brought by "my" invasion, her mouth and nose emitting suppressed moans. I wanted to pull off her nightgown, and she cooperated by raising her head, allowing me to easily take off her nightgown. I lowered my head, sucking on her breasts while my hips thrust in and out. Each thrust made Xia Jie tremble, and each withdrawal brought out a large amount of fluid, making a squelching sound. "Ah...oh...woo...no...don't, oh...good girl...you...oh..." Just then, Xia Jie reached her climax, and streams of hot, lustful fluid poured onto my penis. Feeling her vagina tighten and contract, I held her hot, post-orgasmic body and lay on top of her without moving. My penis was still hard and pressed against her flower path. "Oh...good girl...let me rest...rest a bit...oh...it's so full...oh...gently...gently..." Although there was a lot of lubrication, Xia Jie's flower path was already tight, and it was still very difficult for my engorged penis to go in and out. I could only slowly thrust in and out, one deep and one shallow. Before long, Xia Jie quickly recovered from her climax, hugging my back and responding to my movements. She had given up struggling. I pulled her up and sat her on my lap. I thrust upwards, so I could see her breasts rubbing against my chest. I kissed her, and she responded passionately, her tongue licking my lips. I thrust hard, panting, each penetration pushing my penis deep into her core, squeezing out copious amounts of fluid. "Splash, splash," the water sprayed everywhere. Xia Jie gasped, "Oh, oh, goodness, it's coming again..." Her body tensed, her toes pointed, and after a long gasp, she slumped onto my shoulder, letting me continue thrusting. "Is it good?" I asked, increasing the force of my thrusts. "Oh...oh...good...good...ah...don't...don't ejaculate inside, today...is my fertile period," Xia Jie gasped, only able to murmur softly. "Ah...ah...I'm going to ejaculate..." At this point, how could a man give up halfway and return empty-handed? I'd long forgotten about any talk of dangerous periods. I paused, letting my semen spurt out, spraying it onto Xia Jie's vulva, mixing and merging with her vaginal fluids.

Afterwards, I held her in my arms as we lay on the bed, my hands caressing her breasts. Her hands pressed against my chest, and she began to cry silently again. I watched her trembling shoulders. After she slowly recovered, I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I ejaculated inside." She silently looked up at me and said softly, "You should go now, Gao will be coming up soon." Only then did I realize her husband was still down there, having sex. I tried to kiss her one last time, but she turned her head away, letting me miss. She looked away again, not looking at me. I glanced at her, slowly got up, put on my underwear, and left...
Back in my room, I lay there, savoring the memory, hoping for another chance. Then my phone rang. I picked it up and saw a text from Xia Jie: "I trusted you so much, and I treated you so well, why did you hurt me?" I stared at my phone, my heart aching...

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