Other people's wives are the most attractive.

I watched her lead the little boy by the slender wrist, gracefully strolling through several streets. The little boy occasionally looked up at her. Perhaps it was the strange looks from strangers around him that made him uneasy. I would have done the same; anyone would have looked at this mother and son with envy and disbelief. Her swaying, round hips, firm, large breasts, and beautiful figure would attract anyone to such a mature and charming mother. But I am a person with ulterior motives; I had been watching her for a long time. This woman was Hou Fen, with long, wavy hair, wearing a low-cut, light green dress. Her even, fair legs extended perfectly into white strappy high heels, and especially her chest, which created a distinct cleavage. Her full breasts made one want to pinch them. That day, her mature charm deeply attracted me—no, I should say she completely captivated me.

Strictly speaking, she wasn't a stunning beauty. For a woman nearing 40, she exuded a captivating charm of middle age; she didn't need to be conventionally beautiful to be alluring, like a perfectly ripe peach.

If "alluring" were the word to describe her, I think it would be most fitting. From then on, I couldn't bear to look at her for a moment. Lustful thoughts constantly surged within me, and because of these thoughts, I firmly believed that one day I would have this beautiful flesh in my mouth.

Lost in thought, she stopped in front of a clothing store. A quick glance revealed it was a women's lingerie shop…

I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing under her skirt—white lace? Black cotton? "Buy a high-waisted thong!

That'll be perfect for you. Before we go to bed, after I undress you, I'll spend a few minutes having you perform oral sex on me while wearing this kind of underwear, my hands roaming over your round, full buttocks, watching you envelop my penis with your lips, swallowing and releasing it."

She lingered by the shop window for a long time before finally walking through the automatic doors. A moment later, I began to fantasize about her trying on the clothes.

About half an hour later, she came out carrying a drab gray bag…didn't it contain her most mysterious symbol of sexuality? A faint joy radiated from her face. The little boy looked up at her again. How lucky! You saw what kind of underwear Mom was wearing. It didn't matter; one day you'd know what kind of expression Mom had when she did *that*. Damn! Just that thought made my crotch bulge. So, I gradually shortened the distance between us, waiting for an opportunity.

Around noon, she seemed to have a purpose, quickening her pace. A moment later, she led the little boy into a restaurant. I paused for a moment and followed her in. The restaurant wasn't crowded, which was unusual for lunchtime. Hou Fen and the child chose a corner table. I pretended to be casual and chose the table next to her with my back to her. After ordering and serving drinks, she said to the child, "Sit well! Mommy's going to the restroom."

The opportunity had arrived!

She swayed her skirt as she walked towards the dressing room. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a few numbers. Hou Fen's phone rang in her purse.

"Little boy, Mommy's phone is ringing. Go give it to Mommy!" I turned around with a kind smile.

The little boy obediently reached into his purse, grabbed the phone, and ran to the restroom.

Naturally, the sleeping pills I had prepared for her were quickly poured into her orange juice.

A few minutes later, Hou Fen and the little boy returned to their seats. "Strange? Who called? They didn't say anything," she muttered, placing the cell phone on the table. Then she picked up her drink and sipped a few mouthfuls. At that moment, I almost fainted.

When the waiter finally brought the food, the little boy asked, "Mommy, are you sick?"

"Um... Mommy feels a little stuffy, strange..." Hou Fen answered weakly, the drug taking effect.

"Then you'd better eat quickly!"

"Okay, you eat first. Mommy'll just close

her eyes for a little while." As soon as she finished speaking, Hou Fen fell into a deep sleep, slumped over the table. The long-awaited moment finally arrived. I feigned concern: "Little boy, Mommy seems to be feeling unwell? Shall Uncle take Mommy to see a doctor?" The little boy was bewildered and didn't know how to answer, just staring at me.

I reached out and touched Hou Fen's forehead: "Oh dear! Mommy has a fever! It'll be terrible if we don't hurry! We have to go find the doctor quickly." I helped Hou Fen lean against me and put my arm around her waist. Her skin felt soft and warm to the touch. The little boy, carrying his purse in one hand and clutching his mother's clothes with the other, obediently followed me to find the "doctor."

Of course, the little boy was easy to please. I only needed to tell the receptionist to give him a tip, and the hotel service was always surprisingly attentive. As I helped Hou Fang into the elevator, I couldn't wait to frivolously touch her round buttocks. But that's the thrill of the game; no matter how much I wanted it, I had to restrain myself. The more I pushed, the greater the pleasure. When my lust was about to overflow, it would be like a burst dam, uncontrollable, and I would become a beast.

Thinking of this, my penis was so hard I could barely stand. The narrow space of the elevator was filled with the scent of her perfume. Hou Fang's body was weak and defenseless against me. Stepping out of the elevator, I simply picked her up, found the room, and laboriously placed her on the bed before quickly closing the door behind me.

Hou Fang's jade-like body lay sprawled on the soft white bed, her firm breasts forming two mounds that extended down her slender waist to her private parts, where a slight bulge appeared. The soft gauze dress dipped inwards from there, accentuating the shapely contours of her thighs. It didn't matter; the goddess was already within my grasp. The more beautiful the moment, the more I wanted to savor it. I noticed the paper bag she had just taken from the clothing store; it was undoubtedly a symbol of her sexuality. I had hoped for a high-waisted, thin-strapped thong.

A casual peek revealed a maroon silk thong, transparent in the front and back with numerous cutouts and floral trim, but the fabric covering her vulva was slightly more than I had imagined. The new panties looked lewd but lacked life; I had no interest in them and tossed them aside. My gaze returned to Hou Fang's sleeping face. I freed one hand to unzip my pants and laboriously pulled out my erect penis. Doing this in front of her was something I had long dreamed of; the feeling of defiling a goddess was exhilarating.

I moved closer to her, rubbing my veined penis and pressing it against her lips. The precum dripping from the tip fell onto her lips. I gently circled the head of my penis against her lips, then slipped my fingers between her lips, parting her teeth slightly. Lowering my hips, my penis slid into her mouth, a warm, moist, and wonderful current instantly shooting through my brain. (Ah…this is the tingling sensation that drives men wild…) I slowly thrust deeper, Hou Fang kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't utter a sound. Her face was contorted and deformed from the intrusion of the foreign object into her mouth. As I moved my hips, I caressed her breasts. The fact that a woman nearing 40 had such elastic breasts made me marvel as if I had found a treasure. With a little more force, a mound of beautiful flesh quickly filled my palm, and at this moment, I wouldn't let go even if I had a thousand reasons. Although she was sleeping soundly, I hoped she would react, so I increased the pressure of my hand. Her round, soft breasts were deformed beyond recognition in my hands, but she didn't even flinch, which made me feel a little disappointed yet also a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.

(What if I were a little rougher?) I was curious, so I reached into her V-neck, unhooked her bra, and pulled out her magnificent breasts. Her large, white breasts came into view, still bearing the marks of my footing. Her areolas were slightly darker; a woman who has breastfed usually has slightly larger nipples. I figured her husband, besides her son, must also love this place, so defiled it must be incredibly pleasurable. I opened my mouth and began to suckle, my tongue circling her nipple. Soon it was incredibly erect. My

penis, already in her mouth, throbbed even more. I couldn't resist lifting her skirt; her flesh-colored thong tightly hugged her lower body. I really loved flesh-colored underwear; it made her body look even sexier, like an extra layer of camouflage on a woman's skin. I surveyed my prey, noticing her private parts were already wet; the fluid seeping from her vulva had stained that part of her panties a dark brown.

I extended my middle finger and gently pressed against her clitoris through her panties, slowly making circles. I could smell the woman's scent as she prepared for intercourse. Her vulva seemed to beckon to me. I pulled my penis out of her mouth, parted her legs with my hands, and the hidden entrance to her valley was brazenly revealed before me. But I hesitated for a moment. Should I just dismantle her last defenses like this, or should I make her bend over?

Without much thought, I forcefully turned her around, the sight of her full, round buttocks making my eyes burn with desire. I then pulled hard on her panties, the top of the fabric digging deep into her cleft, and I could clearly see her dark, glossy pubic hair. At that moment, she stirred.

"Ugh..."

Could she not bear it? My goddess.

Her slender fingers gripped the sheets. I thought she would regain consciousness soon, but the real show was just beginning.

I put my middle finger in my mouth, moistened it with saliva, and then gently pressed my finger against the panties at the entrance of her vulva. My finger then moved up and down along the opening, and Hou Fang's buttocks trembled even more violently. A woman who reacts is always better than one who doesn't. I used my finger to hook up the panties that were bunched up and then released them sharply. The panties bounced back and slapped against her clitoris, and her breathing gradually became heavy. I repeated this action until her inner thighs stiffened, and then I paused for a moment.

"You know, if your husband knew about his beautiful wife's... well, you know... " I brought my face close to her legs, scrutinizing the alluring opening before me. "It's already so wet that many men could enjoy it... wouldn't he feel a different kind of pleasure? Don't you think men subconsciously want their wives to be intimate with other men in front of them?"

She didn't answer. I figured she couldn't speak yet. I looked in her purse and found her cell phone, a very exciting motive flashing through my mind. I found "husband's" number in my contacts and pressed the dial button, waiting for a game to begin.

"Beep... beep... Hello, darling, what's up?"

I held the cell phone to Hou Fang's lips.

"Say hello to your husband! He must want to know what you're doing right now," I whispered in her ear.

Then I pulled down her thong, revealing her alluring vulva, glistening with pearls. I brought my face close, taking a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented happiness. The unique, sensual scent of a mature woman filled my nostrils. I extended my tongue, gliding it lightly over her vulva like a boat gliding over water, my tongue tip coated with slippery love juice. Without thinking, I tasted her flavor in my mouth.

The slippery, juicy sensation was indescribable. I licked upwards at her tightly closed anus, raising goosebumps on her buttocks. Now, the real show was about to begin. I could no longer be slow and deliberate, sucking deeply into her vagina, making "slurp, slurp, slurp" sounds. Finally, I gently bit her labia, and Hou Fang's body trembled slightly as she let out a soft "hmm."

"Fang, how are you? Why aren't you saying anything...? Hello... hello..."

Right now, I wanted her. I wanted her madly. Before this, I whispered in her ear, "Beautiful lady, after you taste my ***, you won't want your husband anymore." Her body tensed up; she woke up faster than I expected, but it was all too late.

I turned her over; her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was heavy. I roughly spread her legs, my glans pressing against her vulva. After a slight hesitation, I thrust in forcefully. Hou Fang immediately frowned, biting her lower lip to stifle a sound, her body arching stiffly.

"Ah...so tight..."

After my penis was completely inside, I quickly pulled out and then plunged in again. Now I had become a beast. An anxious voice came from the other end of the cell phone: "Fang, what's going on? Where are you? I can hear a man's voice!" Tears streamed down Hou Fang's face as she struggled to cover her mouth and nose with her hand.

Seeing her desperate attempt to cover up her embarrassment, I wrapped my arms around her legs and placed them on my shoulders, raising her plump buttocks so I could penetrate deeper. When the head of my penis almost reached her cervix, she couldn't help but groan, "Ugh... um... it hurts..."

"This... this... you... you shameless woman, what the hell are you doing?"

This was truly a unique live show; the audience didn't need to be large, just one important person was enough.

Hearing her husband's angry rebuke, Hou Fang had recovered most of her composure. She finally opened her eyes, picked up her cell phone, and opened her mouth to say something, but with my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she timidly didn't know what to say. I raised my hand and slapped her round buttocks hard, and she let out a miserable "Ah!"

"Hou Fang! You shameless woman, tell me where you are! Tell me!"

"Husband...I...I'm not...it's not what you think...sob..."

"Damn! You dare call me after doing this? If it's not what I think, then what is it?!"

While listening to her conversation with her husband, I thrust into her with all my might. She tried to suppress the trembling sounds while also trying to push my lower abdomen away. During the process, her breasts swayed violently in front of me, and her vulva secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid. The extra stimulation of intercourse gave her body an incredible pleasure.

I reached out and pinched her nipple, bringing it close to her ear: "I want you to tell him, now! Otherwise, I'll pinch it off!" After saying that, I pinched her nipple even harder.

Hou Fang looked pained, her eyes pleading as she shook her head desperately.

"Or do you want your son to see how his mother plays with a man's vagina?" I had to stop what I was doing to warn her. A woman can betray her husband, but she cannot lose her dignity as a mother in front of her son. The reason is simple: a husband can be found again, but a son cannot.

She looked sorrowful, closed her eyes, and turned her head away. After a while, she opened her eyes, and her expression gradually turned strange and resolute. Then she put down her cell phone, pressed the hands-free button, and looked at me mysteriously.

"Husband... do you really want to know... what I'm doing right now?"

"Nonsense! You low-class slut, you... you better tell me the truth!"

I forgot that my penis was still inside her hot vagina, and listened to her sexy and seductive voice, urging in my heart (say it... say it...).

"Haven't you always wanted to know... whether other men want to fuck your wife besides you?"

So good! She really said it! Now it was my turn to go blank, she really said it!

"Oh... didn't you want to know if other men would feel as good as you when they're between your wife's legs?"

She not only spoke lewdly, but also licked her lips with her tongue, and then cupped her breasts with both hands and slowly rubbed them. I didn't care about her sudden change; clearly, her son's importance to her had an unexpected effect.

I immediately began thrusting wildly. "Darling... there's a man in front of me... I don't know him... but... but he roughly spread my legs and penetrated your wife's vagina... oh... he's so hard..."

Her husband, unusually, remained silent. I continued thrusting my abdomen in and out of his beautiful wife's private parts, thinking that her husband probably wouldn't live to hear her finish.

After a long time, after countless violent intercourses, a weak, faint voice came from the cell phone: "Did he... did he touch your breasts?"

"Yes... his hand played with there too... mmm... and... and..."

"...and where else?"

"And...and my asshole... oh..."

Hou Fang's expression became increasingly chaotic during her conversation with her husband.

"You slut...are you...are you comfortable? What is he doing right now?"

(Of course, he's fucking your wife hard!) "Ah...ah...inserting into my hole..."

"Do you like his southern kingdom? Ah..."

I noticed her husband's tone was strange, could it be...

"...I...I like it...um...bigger than yours...darling...what...what are you doing right now?"

The couple's bizarre fetish was an unparalleled aphrodisiac. I pulled out my penis and quickly lifted her up, her plump buttocks writhing in rhythm, making my penis feel incredibly good.

"I...I hold my penis in my hand, imagining you being played with...ah...you're so slutty...

so wanton..."

Our increasingly violent thrusts made "plop plop" sounds.

"Harder...fuck her harder...I want you to fuck her to death...fuck her to death..."

Hou Fang's disheveled hair fell over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the elegant lady she appeared on the street earlier that day. Her arms, wrapped around me, dug deep into my skin, the stinging, tingling sensation irresistible. I probably wouldn't survive today.

Since I was going to die anyway, this was somewhat enjoyable. With a determined heart, I cupped Hou Fang's plump buttocks in my hands and frantically thrust up and down for the final sprint.

"Ah...ah...husband...I...I'm dying..."

"...Oh...I...me too..."

"My hole...is going to break..."

Ah...ah...almost there! I held her tightly, already, already...

"Shoot inside...ah...shoot your thick semen into her uterus...shoot...shoot...shoot..."

My glans loosened, the vas deferens twitched, and the hot semen shot straight into Hou Fang's clitoris. She felt it and reached orgasm, convulsing continuously. No, it should be said that all three of us reached our peak at the same time.

"...Ah..." Hou Fang fell back, lying on the bed panting, completely lost in thought. And I took the opportunity to lie on her chest, burying my face between her large breasts. It felt like I had just fallen from heaven to hell. Now, I felt like I was dead.

"Her body is pretty good, isn't it..." After some time, Hou Fang's husband said leisurely through his cell phone.

"Other men's wives are always the most attractive...sleeping with other men's wives is every man's dream, but there won't be a next time."

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