Sexual bliss in boredom

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I lived a repetitive and boring life, going to work, working, coming home, picking up my wife, cooking and washing dishes together, watching TV, surfing the internet, and sleeping. Every day was the same monotonous cycle. Because of my busy work schedule, my libido had decreased, and I temporarily forgot about small things. Until one day, I was driving when I received a call from her. She said she hadn't seen me in a long time and missed me, asking when we could meet. I did the math; it had been over two months since we last met, quite a long time indeed. I said, "Okay, wait for my call." We chatted like old friends, and I learned that she had recently gotten a divorce and was very upset. I felt it was my responsibility to comfort and help her, given our past relationship. So, I started thinking about finding time to visit her. Just as

I was figuring out when I could free up some time, I suddenly received a call from my partner. She said her company had sent her out of town on business and she wouldn't be back for a week. A surge of joy welled up inside me. Finally, my day of liberation had arrived! Hahaha~~~~ (Daydreaming) However, outwardly, I still feigned reluctance: "Wife, what will I do without you? I'll be stuck in front of the computer all day!" She said, "Then I won't leave?" Oh my god!!! My foul mouth, it's so damn bad, ptooey ptooey ptooey!!! "That would interfere with your work, my wife. You can't give up your career just because of your husband. For your work, I'm going all out." I continued with my usual impassioned and shameless grievance. "Okay, okay, I'm going now. You're not allowed to cheat on me with other girls, okay? Otherwise, I'll cut off your little chicken!" "How dare I, my wife? If you really do that, I'll cut off my dad's too!" Hehe, I'm really ruthless, even threatening my dad's. But it doesn't matter, anyway, only heaven, earth, Xiaoxiao, and I know about this, no third person will know, hehe... As soon as my wife left, I immediately went home to change into a new set of clothes, clean and pretty, before heading to the meeting. I carried a small bag, had gel in my hair, and my shoes were shiny, looking every bit the playboy. I drove my beloved car, speeding all the way, and soon arrived at Xiaoxiao's apartment complex. I got out of the car and called her. She said she was taking a shower and waiting for me at home. I asked worriedly, "Is your husband not here?" She said, "Silly. We're divorced, the house is mine, the child is with him, so I live alone now." Great, I thought, this time it's someone else's house, someone else's wife, someone else's house, is this God's arrangement? Why is He treating me so well?

So, with lightning speed, I ran to her door and rang the doorbell. After a while, I heard footsteps inside. The door opened, and there stood Xiaoxiao, wrapped in a pink bath towel. "So beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim. She had long, jet-black hair, a classic oval face, large eyes, a small mouth, sensual lips, high, full breasts with a deep cleavage, a slender waist, a pert bottom, and long, shapely legs... She looked every bit the cover girl.

"What are you waiting there for? Come in!" she said with a smile.

"Oh," I stammered, "You look so beautiful today."

"Really?" she asked excitedly, even though she already knew the answer.

"Of course! What kind of beautiful woman could make me get an erection so quickly?" I pointed to the bulge in my crotch. She glanced at it. "Wow, you haven't been doing it lately, have you?"

"No, my wife and I haven't had sex much lately. We're tired of it, it's not interesting anymore. My little brother only behaves so well when he sees you~~"

Hearing this, she was very happy. Unlike her usual shyness and passivity, this time she took the initiative, pulling me into the room and pushing me onto the bed, starting to unbuckle my belt.

"Wow, so proactive today? Has the sun risen in the west?" I asked.

"Don't talk," she said, "just wait and enjoy yourself."

In just a few seconds, she pulled out my penis and began stroking it with her right hand. Her left hand wasn't idle either, grasping and caressing my testicles. It felt so good! My penis was thick and firm, and her hands were small, requiring her entire hand to hold it. Since stroking it was difficult for her, she put it in her mouth. Warm, wet, so comfortable! Her little tongue licked the glans inside, making it as big as a potato, slowly filling her mouth. Her head moved up and down against mine, intensely stimulating my penis. The whole process lasted about ten minutes; she didn't speak because her mouth was constantly full. If it weren't for my strong willpower, I would have ejaculated long ago. But I couldn't be the only one enjoying myself, so I pulled my penis out of her mouth, picked up her S-shaped body, and pressed her onto the bed. I immediately stripped her naked and started kissing and licking her face, leaving it covered in saliva. Women have several erogenous zones, the most sensitive being the clitoris, followed by the breasts, then the earlobes and neck. This is basic knowledge, something every qualified pervert should know. I started licking her earlobes, gently and rhythmically, then her neck—front, back, left, right—basically every inch of flesh was licked. She was very comfortable and intoxicated, moaning softly with her eyes closed, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. After kissing her head and neck, I moved downwards, my next target—her breasts. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were perky and shapely. Especially those nipples, small and rosy. I put them in my mouth and found they were already hard as pins, like small steel balls. I lifted her breasts from the bottom, licking her nipples incessantly with my tongue. She was incredibly aroused, repeatedly saying, "I want it, I want it, honey, please take care of me." So I quickened my pace, continuing my "sinful act"—the next target, the triangle area. Her pubic hair was neatly arranged, as if combed, with a high mons pubis beneath the sparse hair. The mons pubis was fleshy and plump. I began to lick her pubic hairs one by one, while my fingers slipped into the opening of the slit below the mons pubis. My tongue moved downwards little by little, and the skin's moisture gradually increased. Below the opening, there was no more pubic hair, replaced by a film of moisture. Her juices were already flowing, and each lick made a gurgling sound, like a small stream. She spread her legs wider, and her two labia majora, which had been closed, began to separate, revealing red, moist, and full labia minora. "Lick it, don't stop!" she cried anxiously. I pinched her left labia minora between my lips and gently pulled them outwards. They were very elastic; they stretched quite a distance before suddenly releasing and springing back. I did the same with the right labia minora. My tongue gradually moved upwards, reaching the point where the labia minora closed, and I tasted her erect clitoris. Slippery, hard, it was even more sensual than a nipple. I took it entirely into my mouth, sucking back and forth. Her cries grew more intense, "Ah...ah...I want...put it in, I can't take it anymore, husband..." I deliberately acted nonchalant, saying, "It depends on your performance." Then, she got up, forcefully pushed me down, took a few deep breaths of my thick penis, and sat down heavily. Perfect! It slid in perfectly, right into the depths of that deep garden. I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being enveloped. It was so slippery inside, as if coated with lubricant. The folds in the opening intensely stimulated my glans, like a thousand tiny mouths licking it. Xiaoxiao moved up and down rapidly, grabbing my left hand and pressing it against her right breast, guiding my right thumb towards her clitoris. Her clitoris was large; even when she was sitting on me, I could see the small protrusion and her deformed labia minora. While thrusting, I rubbed her clitoris, listening to her wanton moans.

"Aren't you afraid of being heard?" I asked. "

What's there to be afraid of? I used to do this with my husband too," she replied.

"Looks like your husband isn't simple either."

"He's alright. Sometimes he can bring me to orgasm, but not every time. It depends on his mood. If he's in a good mood, he'll give me oral sex; if not, he'll go straight to the point and ejaculate quickly, leaving me not only unsatisfied but also in pain."

Seeing her extremely excited face, I sat up, grabbed her buttocks, and began the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus position." She cooperated by spreading her legs, moving them back and forth, up and down, as if my penis were her plaything, to be played with however she pleased. This position is my favorite, often used as my final release. This time it felt extremely good, to the point that I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I immediately pressed my right hand against my perineum to stop the ejaculation and prolong the time. She asked me what I was doing, and I said I was holding back my semen. She looked at me admiringly, "You can even do that?" "Yeah, you've hit the jackpot with me~~" I replied proudly. She smiled knowingly and continued moving.

After a while, she said she was tired, so I put her down and pressed myself against her. Spreading her legs, I saw her opening wide open, as if waiting to taste my thick sausage. I also "plop" and quickly thrust in, all the way to the bottom. She opened her mouth wide and cried out, "Ah!" I thrust in and out at an incredibly fast pace, feeling the stimulation from the impact at the base. She almost roared, like a lioness, as if telling me that if I stopped, she would devour me. I knew better and thrust at a steady pace for ten minutes, until her thighs ached from the impact. In those twenty minutes, I calculated that she had at least three orgasms, because she gushed out three times like a fountain. By then, I was covered in sweat, and my lower back was a little sore. She seemed to notice, so she had me lie down and sat on top of her with her back to me. She knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised, and slowly lowered herself onto my penis, until she reached the very bottom and couldn't go any further. She moved up and down, and I held her slender waist, watching her wide buttocks—it was a visual treat. I also lifted my hips, moving up and down in sync with her, each time accompanied by loud impacts and the sound of fluid rubbing together. My penis, scrotum, and pubic hair were completely wet with her fluids. I seemed to be getting aroused, so I asked her: "Can I ejaculate?" She said, "Shoot, shoot inside. I took my birth control pill, I'm almost there too, let's go together." So, I boldly increased the speed of my thrusts, each time deep and powerful. Looking at her snow-white buttocks, listening to the flow of fluid and her incredibly alluring moans, soon, a warm current gushed out at a speed of 180 m/h. At the same time, her voice reached its peak, as if we had reached heaven together.

The rhythm slowed down, and we gradually stopped. We were both covered in sweat, embracing each other, sweat, love fluid, and saliva mixing together, we were intimately intertwined. This feeling was wonderful, something I had never experienced with my girlfriend in all these years, and I think it was the same for her. Looking at this beautiful face, once so passionate but now so calm and peaceful, I couldn't describe the feeling. And I was sure that there was an element of love in this feeling. I knew I had fallen in love with her. Not just her beautiful appearance and her shapely figure, but also that special aura. I admit that such a short time is not enough to understand a person, but the feeling she gave me right now was: she was perfect. But I also know that we're on two different paths, and the only point of intersection between them is sex. Beyond that, there's no room for further development. So, this might just be a fleeting scene on my life's journey—exciting, but ephemeral. Once my girlfriend comes back, we won't have many opportunities to meet; once she finds her next husband, she'll be even less likely to contact me. Therefore, the only thing I can do is cherish her, make her sexually happy, and give her joy…

“You're amazing! I wish I could find a husband like you.” Her words interrupted my thoughts. I felt as if I'd woken from a dream. “Hehe,” I said, “You will, you definitely will. There are plenty of good men in the world.” Hearing this, she seemed to gain some confidence and dreamed of many things for the future. I listened, wanting to laugh, because these things are hard to achieve; it's just a self-comforting sentiment. It's not easy for a woman to live alone; she needs a man's shoulder to lean on, not just sexually, but most importantly, emotional care and protection. In my heart, I silently wished her to find a good man. I sincerely hope she can be happy, but all I can offer her is sexual happiness; compared to the former, the latter seems pale and powerless.

After leaving her house, we had dinner and watched a movie together. I told her everything on my mind, and she cried, saying she understood that we could never be together, and that she had begun to fall in love with me, thinking of me involuntarily every night, and she didn't know what to do. I told her I loved her, but precisely because I loved her, I couldn't deceive her, and I should point her towards a brighter future, instead of her current life. She should be optimistic and have a positive attitude towards life. She should try to find the bright spots in everything around her and do everything wholeheartedly. Finding a husband shouldn't stop, but she shouldn't be impatient; such things are a matter of chance, maybe one day good luck will come her way, or maybe it will never happen. Everything is up to fate. She understood what I said and was very grateful.

"Can we be lifelong confidants?" she asked, tears still on her face.

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll care for you and help you for the rest of my life. Besides your future husband, I’ll be your support, okay?”

She was delighted and said whoever went back on their word would be a bastard, okay? I agreed. I truly hoped our happiness and sexual bliss would last a lifetime.

Later, we met once every month or two, about ten or eight times in total, and our relationship remained stable. During our most recent meeting, she said she had found a boyfriend, a nice guy who took good care of her, and she liked him quite a bit. I congratulated her on finally getting married, and she was very happy. I asked, “So, what am I to you from now on?” She thought for a moment and said she would love me for the rest of her life and would visit me regularly as usual, but the meeting place would be a hotel, and I would have to pay each time. Hearing this, I was overjoyed. “No problem,” I said, “I’ll even take you to Shangri-La! If you like it.” She made a pinky promise with me that whoever broke up with us would be struck by lightning. I readily accepted; to be precise, she said what I wanted to say. She pouted, closed her eyes, and poked her head out. Understanding her gesture, I leaned in, hugged her tightly, and kissed every inch of her skin deeply, including her erect nipples and her moist, secret place...

[The End]

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