Secretly meeting with a 40-year-old civil servant sister

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It was around September last year when I met a couple on QQ. After a brief introduction, we started chatting. From the husband's conversation, I learned that because he frequently traveled for work, he was open to his wife dating single men alone. I had never dated a married woman before, and the thought of gradually breaking down her defenses until we experienced a blissful moment together made me extra excited for this date. The woman told me she was ovulating, which made me smile, and I arranged to meet her alone at Starbucks one weekend evening.

Unlike before, I had only seen a quick photo of her beforehand: about 170cm tall, with a curvaceous figure, a well-fitting black dress, and slightly dark but healthy tanned skin, giving me a sense that she was a vibrant and alluring woman. "I'll treat it like opening a blind box," I thought. On a rainy, damp evening, I waited quietly in a corner for her arrival. After waiting a while, a tall woman in a white shirt and black long skirt walked into the store. She glanced around, smiled slightly, and walked towards me. I sized her up; she was about 175cm tall, and in heels, she was about the same height as me (I'm 181cm, 72kg). Her black long skirt inadvertently revealed her long, beautiful legs clad in black lace stockings—perhaps this was an outfit she had specially chosen for the day. After meeting and having coffee, we chatted about our experiences with threesomes, our hobbies, and preferred positions. I then realized that this married woman was already 43, but her skin was still in great condition; I almost thought she was in her mid-30s. She was a hurdler in college and regularly exercises (boxing, yoga), which must explain her toned figure. She complimented my recent fitness progress and asked if I could touch her abs. My heart skipped a beat; I was in my forties, a time when women are considered to be in their prime, and with such a vigorous woman, it was bound to be another fierce battle. As we left the coffee shop, I tried to take my sister's hand. She didn't resist; instead, she intertwined her fingers with mine, giving me a definite answer.

Later, we suggested going to a movie. After settling into the last row, I started French kissing her. Compared to other women, my sister's tongue was more proactive and aggressive, as if I were the one about to be conquered. Not to be outdone, I slipped my hand inside her shirt, kneading her C-cup breasts. Her breasts were still white and firm, and the touch of my fingerprints made her moan involuntarily. She must have been wet down there. I checked the level of moisture in her black panties with my fingers; they were already overflowing. Unable to resist, she pulled me back to the SUV in the underground parking garage and started having sex in the car. After tearing off her top, she straddled me and began to move vigorously up and down. The car was filled with wanton moans, the pungent smell of perfume, and the vibrant ambient lighting. While on top, the older sister scratched at the younger man's back and gently bit his lips. The pleasure and pain of sex made my penis swell to its maximum, constantly rubbing against the smooth inner walls of her vagina. After a few positions, the older sister trembled all over, her orgasm imminent. I wondered if the car window could block out her moans. Taking advantage of the situation, the younger man increased the speed of his thrusts, ejaculating his pleasure into the raincoat pressed against the inner wall of her vagina, allowing her to feel the warmth of his semen. After pulling out, the older sister held the raincoat, looked at it closely, and thought, "Not bad," before throwing it out the window and driving away from the underground parking garage with a flourish. As she left, the married woman said, "See you next time, handsome," leaving me completely bewildered.

Let me briefly explain my views on threesomes. From a single man's perspective, I believe that participating in a threesome shouldn't be about simply experiencing sex with multiple people. That only achieves physical satisfaction, and the release of dopamine leads to endless emptiness. In fact, participating in a threesome is more about discovering the beauty of married women, using one's own abilities to seduce and arouse their desires, allowing them to enjoy the ultimate pleasure of sex, and recording the brief night together to achieve a higher level of spiritual satisfaction.

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