Fuck the neighbor who's greedy for small gains

" Phew," I let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from my brow, and collapsed onto the sofa I'd just moved into
, which wasn't even properly set up yet, rubbing my aching legs and arms. After more than two months of hard work, the decoration of my new home was finally nearing completion. A moment later, "bang, bang, bang," came the sound of knocking on the security door. I'd just arrived; my new home didn't have a doorbell yet. "Who is it?" I asked. "Your neighbor across the hall." Hearing this, I quickly replied, "Coming." There's a saying that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative; it's important to maintain good neighborly relations, especially these days when public security is poor and thieves are rampant. (Don't misunderstand, this isn't a complete denial of society, but thieves are indeed numerous and cunning). I opened the door, and a tall man of about forty years old stood outside. I'm short, and he, nearly six feet tall, was almost a head taller than me. "Please come in," I said. "You've moved in? I saw you moving things downstairs." "Yes, but we won't be moving in for a while." "The renovation is quite nice." He looked up and surveyed my apartment. "Nothing special, just average." To be honest, due to financial constraints, the apartment's decor, apart from the wooden floors, was unremarkable. There was hardly any furniture, let alone any modern appliances like a home theater system. "Please sit down." I gestured to the sofa. "It's not finished yet, not even a drop of water." I took out a cigarette. "Want one?" He reached out, took it, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. Judging from his posture and the smoke he exhaled, I thought—he's a heavy smoker. We sat on the sofa and started chatting.
During our conversation, I learned that his surname was Chen, he worked at a quality inspection institute in the city, and had moved in over a year ago, living right across from mine. Soon after, I saw a woman with a good figure unlocking the door in the apartment across the street—his. Old Chen called to her, and the woman turned around. Seeing him sitting in my apartment, she came over. Like her husband, she immediately surveyed the apartment's decor upon entering. "She's the new neighbor, surnamed Liu," Old Chen introduced. "This is my wife," he said to me again. "Oh, hello," his wife smiled at me. "Hello," I stood up to greet her. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, quite resembling Jiang Shan in appearance. Her skin was smooth and fair, with a soft glow. She must have a very fulfilling sex life, I thought to myself. They say women with satisfying sex lives have beautiful skin. "Go back," she called to her husband as she turned. Her husband stood up. "Come visit sometime," he said to me. "Okay, I will when I have time." I saw them out. His wife was probably around 1.6 meters tall, about my height. "What a beautiful woman," I thought to myself, watching her retreating figure.
About two days later, I delivered some things to our new home and ran into Old Chen's wife on the stairs. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back. That was my greeting. To be honest, I'm not good at talking or socializing, and I'm not tall or particularly attractive, so I'm always a little insecure.
As I was leaving, I saw the door across the street was open, so I went over. I knocked on the open door, and Old Chen peeked out from the room next to the living room. "It's you, please come in, please come in." I went in and sat down on his sofa. Old Chen poured me a glass of water. After chatting for a few minutes, I stood up and looked around his house, with Old Chen accompanying me. Then we sat back down, and he complimented the house, saying how beautiful it was, and chatted about random things, hoping to see Mrs. Chen, but she didn't show up. After sitting for a while, I got bored and said goodbye. A couple of weeks later, I received a call from Old Chen at work. He said that both of our security doors had been broken into, and asked me to come over that evening so we could go to the community management office together. That evening, I went to Old Chen's house first, and then we met up and went to the community management office together. Old Chen's wife followed behind.
When we arrived at the property management office, Old Chen and his wife spoke first, excitedly explaining the situation to a manager-looking person. Unexpectedly, the manager arrogantly said, "We can't do anything about what you're saying. We're only responsible for public area security." Mr. and Mrs. Chen were stunned, unable to think of anything to say. "But the property management fee you collect includes security fees. Didn't you hire security guards for the community? What kind of security is public safety? What does it have to do with the residents? If you're only responsible for public area security, then the residents' safety interests aren't guaranteed. What are you managing then? What responsibility do you bear? Then we don't need to pay this fee," I said. "Yes, yes, what responsibility do you bear? Then we don't need to pay this fee," Mrs. Chen echoed. With our insistence, the property management company finally agreed to send someone over the next day to investigate and compensate us for the damage.
Mr. and Mrs. Chen seemed very happy as we left the community property management office. They invited me to their home for a while. So I went up with them. When we arrived at their home, because of my behavior at the community property management office, they were very polite to me. Especially Mrs. Chen, sitting on the sofa next to me, was still caught up in the excitement and joy of her successful negotiation. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were dancing, and she was loudly reciting her negotiation "theory," even occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her white, plump thigh without realizing it.
I would steal glances at her thighs every now and then. My heart fluttered—she was truly a beauty, I thought. I was afraid that Mr. Chen and she would find out, so I didn't dare to look too much, but that section of white, plump thigh kept lingering in my mind for several days. More than twenty days later, three or four days before my wedding, since we were neighbors after all, I decided to send them an invitation to build a good relationship. Mrs. Chen's white thighs were still in my mind. So I went to Mr. Chen's house, but Mr. Chen wasn't there. I gave the invitation to Mrs. Chen, told her about the wedding, and asked them to come.
Mrs. Chen's smiling face immediately fell, and she looked a little unhappy, barely responding to me. —What a stingy woman, she's probably afraid of giving a wedding gift. I thought about it, and felt quite unhappy. But then I remembered how stingy she was, and thinking of her fair thighs, I felt a surge of joy. On my wedding day, neither of them came; they only sent a 50-yuan red envelope as a token of their appreciation. —What a stingy couple!
After the wedding, I moved into my new home, truly becoming Mrs. Chen's next-door neighbor. Five or six days later, I brought a gift for their son—costing more than twice their wedding gift—along with a bag of candy and two packs of cigarettes, and went to thank them. Their seven- or eight-year-old son jumped for joy when he saw the gift. Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen also seemed very happy and explained why they hadn't come. I chuckled inwardly. Knowing that Mr. Chen and his wife loved to take advantage of others, whenever I visited, I would always bring a small trinket for their son, or deliberately leave a half-smoked pack of cigarettes on their coffee table when I left, or, when my wife wasn't home, buy some good food and wine and bring it to Mr. Chen's for a few drinks. Mr. and Mrs. Chen, seeing that they always got something for their money each time I visited, were very hospitable to me. They were always happy to see me. So, our relationship improved day by day. Sometimes they would cook something nice and occasionally invite me over. But to be fair, although Mrs. Chen was a bit greedy, she was a respectable woman. At home, she was always impeccably dressed, with no "flaws" to give me a glimpse. A few times, she wore a low-cut, collarless blouse, only revealing a patch of her white breast, not even a hint of cleavage. Or she wore a mid-length skirt, revealing an inch or two above her knees, showing off her pretty white calves, but never revealing half of her white thighs for me to see.
Old Chen had a very easy job, and his company never sent him on business trips. He had little social life, and besides smoking and drinking, he had no other vices, not even playing the popular national pastime—mahjong. He basically stayed home after work. Mrs. Chen was the epitome of a devoted wife and mother. It seemed I had absolutely no chance. After more than a year, I had gained nothing, except knowing that Mrs. Chen's name was Yang Xiufang, that she was 33 years old, and that she worked at an insurance company. All I had was a few thousand yuan in "dead debt" spent at their house. Thinking about this wasteful debt, I was unwilling to give up. Soon, my daughter was born. My wife was taken to the countryside by my mother-in-law for postpartum care. I was left alone, so whenever I had free time, I would go to Old Chen's house. I spent another few hundred yuan in "dead debt." One time, Mrs. Chen was bending over wiping the dining chairs at the table, and I pretended to go to the toilet. As I passed by her, I pretended to accidentally touch her, giving her buttocks a light touch. She looked up at me, but I pretended not to notice and walked past without turning back. But that one touch made my heart pound. In the toilet, I thought: I must sleep with her, no matter what.
The next day was Saturday. Around six o'clock in the afternoon, I took three bottles of Great Wall dry red wine and bought some fish and meat, then knocked on Old Chen's door. As soon as the door opened, I saw Mrs. Chen standing there. I said, "Sister Yang, I'm here for dinner again." Mrs. Chen said, "You're here, why bring anything? Xiao Hong, you're always so polite, I'm so sorry." She took my things and went to the kitchen. I sat with Old Chen on the sofa and watched TV for a while, then went to the kitchen and said, "Sister Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" "No, no, just wait and eat."
I sidled up to her, praising her cooking and saying I wanted to learn a dish. Actually, looking at her slender waist, high breasts, and round buttocks, I had impulsive thoughts and several times wanted to lean in and hug her. After standing there for a while, afraid that she and Old Chen would become suspicious, I decided not to linger too long and went back to the living room to watch TV. About half an hour later, Mrs. Chen brought out all the dishes and said dinner was ready. So the three of them and I sat down at the table to eat. As usual, Mr. Chen and I drank, while Mrs. Chen poured herself a small glass and drank while eating. When we finished eating, she had also finished her drink. I offered to pour her another glass, but she refused. She sat there waiting for her son to finish eating, and after watching TV with him for a while, she prepared a bath for him and put him to bed.
This time, I was determined to make a difference, so I tried my best to get Mr. Chen to drink, while I only took small sips myself. We drank for about two hours, and we had drunk more than two bottles of wine. Mr. Chen's voice started to sound hoarse, and I felt a little dizzy. At this point, after Mrs. Chen had put her son to bed, she also took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Hearing that Mr. Chen's speech was becoming slurred, she came over and said, "That's enough, don't drink anymore, Xiao Hong. Save it for tomorrow." I said, "Sister Yang, are you alright? Old Chen and I are both happy. Besides, we don't have to work tomorrow, let's drink until we drop tonight." Old Chen also said, "No more, no more, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." I took off my watch, pointed to a bottle of wine that had only been poured a little, and said, "If you drink this, the watch
is yours." They all knew that my watch was a Citizen, a famous brand worth over a thousand yuan. Old Chen grabbed the watch and said, "Is this for real?" I said, "Yes, when have I ever lied?" Old Chen pointed to his wife, "Does she drink it too?" "Yes!" Old Chen put the watch in his pocket, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it. Then he slammed the bottle down on the table, his bloodshot eyes and slurred speech, and said to his wife, "Drink...drink it." His wife looked at me, then at him, then at the wine. "I pretended to be drunk and said to her, 'Sister Yang... drink... drink it, drink a thousand... a thousand yuan... and you'll make a profit.' Mrs. Chen finally couldn't resist the temptation of money. She frowned, grabbed the bottle, and drank it down in gulps. Then, her face flushed, she went back to the sofa to watch TV. By this time, Old Chen was already slumped over the table, snoring loudly.
I pretended to be asleep at the table, but secretly observed Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen would occasionally glance over at us, frowning. Finally, she came over and helped her husband into the room. Then she came out, bent down, and whispered in my ear, 'Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, are you drunk?'" "It's time to go back to sleep." Her warm breath brushed against my face, making me feel hot all over. It took me a long time to restrain myself from reaching out to hug her.
I pretended to be drunk, stammering incoherently. She searched my body with one hand, finally finding the key on my waist. After trying it a couple of times, she opened my front door. As she helped me inside, I pretended to stumble, bumping my shoulder and slamming the security door shut. She helped me to the room and bent down to lay me down on the bed.
I tightened my grip on her waist, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto me. I held her head with one hand and kissed her. She struggled to get up, but I held her tightly. One hand lifted her nightgown, slipped under her legs, and quickly pulled her panties down to her calves. Then, with a kick, I kicked them off. She tried to get up, panting heavily, whether from drinking too much or exertion. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Thinking I was drunk and unconscious, she cried out, "Xiao Hong, it's me, it's Sister Yang, Sister Yang!"
I remained silent, one hand tracing up her smooth thigh, down to her groin. Her legs... She held me tightly, preventing my hand from touching the area between her thighs. My mouth searched for hers, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head back and forth, refusing to let me touch her. So, I leaned behind her ear, kissing from her earlobe down to her neck, and then from her neck to her forehead. My other hand no longer touched her genitals directly, but instead gently stroked her smooth thighs and buttocks up and down. At first, she struggled, but after a while, she calmed down, no longer pushing me away, and mumbled something incomprehensible. I noticed her tightly clenched legs relax. Next, I reached my hand to her inner thighs, and she no longer tightly closed her legs. I then touched her genitals, stroking them back and forth.
Slowly, I felt my hand becoming wet; I knew she was aroused and wet. So I intensified my caresses. And again, I kissed her genitals; this time, she didn't shake her head away. My lips met hers, but she still kept her teeth tightly closed, preventing my tongue from entering. My hand caressed her lower body for a while, then I used my middle finger to locate her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. She moaned, "Ugh, don't do this, it's me." She used one hand to push my hand away.
I unzipped my pants, took her hand inside my crotch, and made her hold my already fully erect penis. She gently grasped it, and I felt her thumb circle the tip of my glans, as if assessing its thickness. I touched her vulva for a while, feeling that she was fully aroused, then straightened up, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled off her nightgown, and unhooked her bra. She was instantly naked before me. Before I could even admire her body, the lust that had been building up for over a year erupted. I reached out and parted her legs, touching her vaginal opening... I positioned my penis at her mouth and thrust hard; my erect penis slid in smoothly.
As my penis penetrated deeply into her vagina, she let out a long sigh and ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. My lust flared fiercely, and I thrust in and out vigorously, each time plunging deep inside. I felt her vagina was incredibly wet and warm. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't had sex for over three months, or if I was simply overwhelmed with longing for her, but after only thirty or so thrusts, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back and thighs, as if I was about to ejaculate. I increased the intensity of my thrusts. Perhaps the slight trembling of my penis told her I was about to ejaculate, because she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside, don't ejaculate inside." But I ignored her words, tightly hugged her waist, and thrust hard a few times, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. My penis trembled violently a few times, and I ejaculated profusely, feeling like I had ejaculated a lot, spraying all my hot semen into her body.
I left my penis inside her, lay on top of her, and kissed her breasts. She still had her eyes closed and was still breathing heavily. Only after my penis went limp did I pull out. Come on, I saw white semen flowing out of her vagina, smearing a large patch on the vaginal opening. She sat up and slapped me hard across the face, saying, "Xiao Hong, you're so bad! You pretended to be drunk to rape me, you'll be going to jail!" Then she added, "If Old Chen finds out, he'll skin you alive." Then she squatted on the bed, grabbed my underwear, and placed it under her vaginal opening, letting the semen inside her flow onto the underwear.
As I admired her naked body, I said, "Go ahead and sue me. In my bed, who knows if we were mutually attracted? I'll just say you seduced me, and everyone will believe it. Otherwise, why would you come to my bed?" She slapped me again, saying, "You're such a scoundrel! You clearly raped me, and now you're trying to turn the tables." I touched my cheek where she slapped me, suddenly jumped off the bed, took out my camera from the dressing table drawer, and snapped two pictures of her, naked and squatting on the bed.
She was immediately startled and lunged at me to grab the camera. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" I said, "Don't you want to accuse me of raping you? I'll keep it as evidence of rape, and besides, I can admire it from time to time in jail." "Don't do this, Xiao Hong," her tone softened, "Since you've already done it, I'll let it go, just don't tell anyone, especially Lao Chen, don't let him get suspicious. Don't take pictures, don't get me into trouble." I put the camera in the drawer and pushed her down onto the bed. "So, you don't object to me doing it again, do you?" My naked body pressed against her smooth flesh, and my little brother immediately became erect again. I was surprised by my own desire and "quick reaction." "No, give me the camera first," she said. "No, let me fuck you first, and I'll give it to you after I'm done," I said firmly.
She was pressed down on the bed and struggled to get up, but how could she get up when I held her down? Finally, she stopped resisting and said helplessly, "You're shameless, but you have to give it to me." I stopped responding to her and kissed her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other playing with her genitals. My tongue slipped into her mouth, swirling around hers, sucking.
I don't know if it was because my semen was still inside her vagina, or if she had leaked again. It felt wet and slippery to the touch. This time, she lay on the bed, neither resisting nor responding, simply letting me tease her. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. My lips left her mouth, slowly kissing down her neck, past her breasts, all the way to her lower abdomen. Then I bit her pubic hair with my teeth, gently tugging at it. When I bent down to part her vaginal opening and carefully examined the tender red flesh inside, she clamped her thighs together and covered her vulva with her hands, preventing me from seeing.
To be honest, Mrs. Chen had a very good figure and complexion, like someone who had never given birth. Her nipples weren't as pink as some virgins, but they weren't as brown as some women's. Her lower abdomen was flat, without a trace of stretch marks from childbirth. Her vulva was also beautiful, two full labia with a small groove, revealing tender red flesh in the middle. Her thighs were round, long, and firm, and her skin was fair and delicate, so thin that in some places you could faintly see the blue veins. Apart from a few small brown moles scattered around, her body was almost flawless.
I reached out and spread her legs, brushed aside her hands covering her vulva, and wanted to lick her clitoris with my tongue. She quickly closed her legs again and pushed my head away, saying, "No, that's dirty." I tried to force myself on her, but she resolutely refused, so I had to give up. I still put my hand inside her vagina and played with it, and kissed her. After a long time, I pulled my fingers out and said, "Okay, now put my little brother in." She said, "No, I won't." I pretended to be fierce and said, "You won't, will you? Fine, then you can forget about the film." She then reached down to my crotch, grasped my penis, and guided it to her opening, but pinched it with her fingernail, saying, "Go to hell." "Ouch, that hurts. Fine, I'll let it die drunk in your hole then." With that, she thrust hard, inserting it all the way in.
As I thrust, I humiliated her: "How does my little brother compare to your husband's?" Mrs. Chen remained silent. I asked again, harshly, "You won't tell me?" Mrs. Chen said, "I don't know." "How can you not know? If you want film, answer honestly." Mrs. Chen said after a long pause, "Yours is harder than his." "Whose is bigger?" "I don't know." I thrust harder, "Whose is bigger?" "...about the same." "Is hard better or soft better?" ... "Is hard better or soft better?" Another hard thrust. "Hard is better." "Then compared to your husband, you prefer me to fuck you, right?" Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist, pleading, "Don't say things like that, okay?" "Does your husband fuck you often?" "Don't be like that." "Did you have sex yesterday?" "No, no." "When did you do it?" "About three or four days ago." "Did you have an orgasm?" "It was alright." "Do you do it often?" "No, not really, usually once every three or four days." "Do you ever think about it?" ... "Do you think about it?" "Sometimes." "What if your husband doesn't do it when you think about it?" ... "Tell me!" "Don't be like that." "Have you ever masturbated?" "Xiao Hong, you're so annoying, don't ask anymore." "If you don't tell me, I won't give you the film." "...Um, yes." "How do you do it?" ... "How do you do it?" "...With my hand." "Do I make you feel good?" I asked while thrusting harder. "Um... Hmm, it's... okay..." Mrs. Chen murmured softly.
"Was your husband your virginity taken?" "No." Mrs. Chen began to twist her waist under me to match my movements. "Who was it?" "A college classmate." "How old were you when you started?" "Twenty." "How many times?" "Three times." "Lying." "Really, only three times." "Was it comfortable?" "No." "Not comfortable now?" "No, it's comfortable now." "Then it wasn't comfortable when you did it with your husband, was it?" "Sometimes it was comfortable." "How many positions do you and your husband usually do?" "Three or four, I guess." "Try them all?" I said, then stopped. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Mrs. Chen became anxious and arched her back to press against my genitals, her hands tightly encircling my buttocks, preventing my penis from being pulled out of her vagina.
"It felt good, didn't it?" "Mmm, it felt good. Don't stop." "Then will you still sue me for rape?" I started thrusting harder again. "No, I won't sue, I never did in the first place." "Do you like me?" "...No...I like it." "Then do you like my little brother?" I kept thrusting my penis in and out. "No." "Fine, I'll fuck you to death, anyway you don't like me, you're not a slut." "Will you let me fuck you again?" "No." "You won't let me fuck you, right?" "No." "Are you going to let me in or not?" "Ah...ha, hurry up, don't stop!" Mrs. Chen hugged my waist tightly with both hands, crossing her legs and pressing them against my buttocks. Just as her vagina clenched and contracted in waves, my semen gushed out like a burst dam. It all shot into Mrs. Chen's vagina.
This time, she didn't tell me not to ejaculate inside. "Oh—" Mrs. Chen spread her limbs, took a long breath, and looked very comfortable. Then she gently stroked my back with both hands. After a while, she said, "You're sweating." "Am I good?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked her. She punched me on the back, "You're so annoying." She rolled over and threw me onto the bed, got up and stretched out a hand: "Give it to me." "You want more?" "What? It's film." "What film?" I laughed and got up from the bed to the dressing table drawer, took out the camera and threw it to her. She opened the camera cover and found it was empty, there was no film in it at all. She said, "Oh, you little bastard tricked me." "I'm not kidding, would you let me fuck you?" "Go to hell. Seriously, I'll let you get away with this, but if you dare to do it again, I won't stand for it. I'll tell my husband to beat you to a pulp."
Mrs. Chen started getting dressed on the bed. I got on the bed and hugged her, caressing her breasts. "You're so heartless?" "Take your dog paws off me," Mrs. Chen said. "Don't you have any regrets?" "Who do you think you are?" "I'm practically your husband now." "You big idiot, you rapist." Mrs. Chen picked up her underwear, about to put it on, when suddenly she grabbed my underwear, wiped it on her crotch, and threw it on me. Then she put on her underwear, put on her pajamas, dusted herself off, jumped off the bed, and was about to leave. I jumped down naked, hugged her from the front, and kissed her. Mrs. Chen let me touch her lips briefly and then pushed me away, "Don't do anything reckless." Saying that, she walked out of the room, opened the security door of my house, and went out.
I peeked out and saw that the stairs were pitch black, and the neighbors were already asleep. Mrs. Chen opened her door and slipped inside like a ghost. Just as she was about to close it, I, still naked, grabbed her waist, my hands slipping under the hem of her nightgown, my fingers digging into her flesh, tightly cupping her round buttocks, pressing her lower abdomen against my genitals. Mrs. Chen leaned back slightly, "That's enough, stop, I'll scream if you don't let go." I held her soft body tightly, "Go ahead and scream."
Mrs. Chen brushed my hands off her buttocks, "You're such a scoundrel." Then she turned and shoved me forcefully towards the door, slamming it shut with a bang. I returned to bed, savoring Mrs. Chen's body. My year-long desire had been fulfilled, and I tossed and turned, still excited. Suddenly, I felt something hard against my back. I reached down and looked up—it was a hair clip. It must have fallen from Mrs. Chen, I thought, bringing it to my nose to smell; the hair clip seemed to still carry her scent. That night, thinking about Mrs. Chen's body, I finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.
The next morning, I woke up around 10 a.m., the sun high in the sky. I took a shower, combed my hair, and ate a quick bite from the fridge. I went outside and knocked on the door across the hall. Old Chen opened the door and let me in. My eyes searched around, but I didn't see Mrs. Chen. So I sat on the sofa and chatted with Old Chen, who looked like he was still drunk, his eyes puffy and yawning frequently. Just then, I heard the sound of a washing machine coming from the balcony; I figured she was doing laundry. Sure
enough, a little while later, Mrs. Chen came in from the balcony wearing an apron. I pretended to greet her casually, "Sister Yang." When she saw me, her expression seemed a little awkward, and she gave a curt "humph" in response. I noticed my watch was on Old Chen's wrist, but pretended not to see it. I deliberately said loudly, "Sister Yang, I drank too much yesterday, and I think I left my watch at your house. Have you seen it?" Upon hearing this, Old Chen's face darkened even more, as if he'd been stung by a bee. He straightened up and went straight into the room. I watched Old Chen's retreating figure and chuckled to myself. Mrs. Chen replied irritably, "I don't know anything about you men's affairs." I took out a hair clip from my pocket and started playing with it. Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. Chen saw the hair clip, she rushed over to snatch it back. I took the opportunity to give her a hard grope on the buttocks. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely but didn't say a word. I was itching with desire, wishing I could pull her over, flip her onto the ground, and thrust into her again like yesterday.
I swallowed hard and said to Old Chen's room, "Brother Chen, come here, I have something to discuss with you." Old Chen came out of his room, and I tossed him a "Chunghwa" cigarette. "What is it?" he asked. His expression was very wary, as if he was afraid I would take back my watch. "I need your help with something." "What is it?" "Well, my workplace needs me to deliver some documents to the provincial capital, but I really can't leave. Could you go for me?" "It's not a very important document, but it absolutely needs to be delivered. You just need to deliver it to the office and hand it over to the reception desk. Of course, if you give me the receipt, I'll cover all the travel and accommodation expenses, plus half a pack of 'Chunghwa' cigarettes and a 300 yuan tip. The train leaves around noon, and I'll be back tomorrow morning. It won't interfere with your work. Is that alright?" "Just consider it helping me out." Old Chen, hearing there was something to gain, said, "Okay, we're practically brothers, no need for cigarettes. I'll call my boss and ask for half a day off tomorrow." "Then it's settled." I pulled out six hundred-yuan bills from my pocket and placed them on his coffee table. Mrs.
Chen seemed to know I had ulterior motives and called out, "Old Chen, don't agree to things so readily. It's been a long time since I've been to my mother's house. Let's go to my mother's for dinner today." "Helping with Xiao Hong is the right thing to do. You can go to your mother's house anytime. Let's go next week." "That's right, Sister Yang, don't worry about it. Nothing will happen. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I said with a double meaning. Mrs. Chen hesitated, her face flushed, and glared at me fiercely behind Old Chen's back. I went home, found the documents I was supposed to mail on Monday, sealed them, wrote the address on them, and took half a carton of "Chunghwa" cigarettes to Old Chen's house. Old Chen happily accepted the letter and cigarettes, saying, "What are you doing? You're too kind, too kind. I'll go prepare them right away." He shuffled back to his room. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely again. Just then, his son Pingping came out of his room, shouting, "Dad, I want to go too! I want to go too! Take me with you!" "Pingping, be good, don't go with Dad. Ask your mom to take you to Grandma's house," Old Chen said. I knew things were going to get messed up, so I quickly said, "Pingping, come here, don't bother your dad. Uncle will take you to play." I walked to his side and whispered, "Uncle will take you to buy a toy, but don't let your parents know." "Okay, okay!" Pingping was very happy. —After all, he's just a child. I took Pingping out, saying as we walked, "Sister Yang, I'm taking Pingping out to play for a bit, I'll be right back. I can't take care of him this afternoon, you have to wait for me at home." I rode my bike with Pingping to the supermarket and bought him an electric remote-controlled toy car. Pingping jumped for joy. As we walked out of the supermarket, I asked, "Pingping, do you remember your grandma's house?" "I know, I've been there." Pingping was engrossed in playing with his toys. "Uncle has something to do now and can't play with you, I'll take you to your grandma's house, okay?" Pingping, still fiddling with his toys, didn't look up and said, "Okay." —Just like my infatuation with his mother's body. So I took Pingping to his grandma's house and told the adults that I had taken Pingping out to play but now something came up and I couldn't take him back, so I brought him here instead. They thanked me profusely. I checked my watch; it was past twelve.
So, I went to a fast-food restaurant and, while eating, took out my phone to call Old Chen's house. The phone rang two or three times before someone answered. "Sister Yang, it's me, Xiao Hong. Has Old Chen left?" I asked, recognizing Mrs. Chen's voice. "I don't know. What are you up to?" I knew from her tone that Old Chen was definitely gone. "Wait at home. I'll be back with Pingping." I hung up before she could say anything. I packed a meal and rode my bike home. I rang the doorbell at Old Chen's house, and Mrs. Chen opened the door. Seeing me enter alone, she asked, "Where's Pingping?" I put the meal on the coffee table, pulled her close, and kissed her cheek. "I sold him." Mrs. Chen broke free from my embrace, took a few steps away, and went to the sofa in the living room. "Where did you leave him?" "I sent him to his grandmother's house." I followed her, pulled her close again, and pressed her onto the sofa. Mrs. Chen fell onto the sofa, and I leaned over her, kissing her. One hand held her shoulder, while the other slipped under her skirt and caressed her thigh. Mrs. Chen struggled, saying, "What are you doing? The people across the street are watching." I got up and walked to the living room window, drawing the curtains.
Mrs. Chen had already sat up. I pressed her back down onto the sofa. "Don't do this, I'm getting angry," Mrs. Chen said. "Didn't we just have sex last night? Still trying to be faithful to your husband?" I teased. I continued searching for her lips to kiss her, one hand gently kneading her breast, the other tightly holding her waist. Mrs. Chen kept her mouth tightly closed, so I pressed my lips to hers, licking her lips back and forth with my tongue. Then I pried open her lips and thrust inside. Mrs. Chen clenched her teeth, preventing my tongue from entering. I pressed my tongue between her upper and lower teeth, trying to open a door through the gap. Suddenly, Mrs. Chen opened her mouth and bit down hard on my tongue, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. I grabbed her buttocks hard, and Mrs. Chen cried out in pain. I shouted, "If you dare bite me again, I'll repay you in kind!" After saying that, I kissed her again. This time, Mrs. Chen obediently let my tongue into her mouth. My tongue chased after hers, swirling and sucking. After kissing for a long time, Mrs. Chen avoided my mouth and said, "Okay, okay, let me up." I didn't respond and kissed her neck. "If you want, go to bed,"
Mrs. Chen said softly, almost inaudibly. I picked her up, and Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on my chest. I put Mrs. Chen on the bed, and she clung to my neck. I took the opportunity to fall on top of her. This time, Mrs. Chen cooperated, and we kissed passionately.
My hand slipped under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. As the panties fell from her waist, Mrs. Chen lifted her buttocks, and the panties were smoothly pulled down to her calves. My palm pressed against her mons pubis, and I could feel that my palm was wet. I gently rubbed it. A moment later, my fingers found her vulva, gently probing and teasing, smearing her flowing semen on it and locating her clitoris. I dipped my index and middle fingers in the semen and rubbed it in circles. Mrs. Chen's breathing quickened.
I stopped kissing her and began to undress her. Mrs. Chen quickly unbuttoned all her clothes with her right hand, and they were easily pulled off, revealing her shapely, snow-white, and voluptuous body. I noticed that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, growing in an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Looking at her full breasts and flat lower abdomen, my heart pounded even faster. Mrs. Chen lay there naked, seemingly shy, with her eyes closed. I quickly took off my own clothes and straddled her. Mrs. Chen spread her legs, naturally letting my body lie between them. I licked her nipples with my tongue, one hand still rubbing her clitoris, the other hand placed under her buttocks, gently scratching her buttocks with my fingers. "You want me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen didn't respond. I said again, "If you want me to penetrate you, you'd better obey." I pressed the head of my penis against Mrs. Chen's vulva again. Mrs. Chen twisted her hips to adjust her position, aligning her vaginal opening with my penis. I thrust my hips forward forcefully, and my penis slid in smoothly.
"Do you like me?" Mrs. Chen asked, wrapping her arms around my waist after I penetrated her. "Yes," I replied. "You like my little sister, right?" she chuckled. "I like both." As soon as I said that, I remembered what I'd said yesterday. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" I thrust harder. Mrs. Chen continued to laugh. I freed one hand to knead her breasts, which bounced up and down with my thrusts, as I continued my vigorous work. Mrs. Chen tilted her head back, occasionally arching her lower abdomen to meet my thrusts.
I could feel her vagina getting hotter and hotter, and I thrust faster and faster. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated, shooting all of it inside her. Then I let out a long breath, collapsing limply onto her. Mrs. Chen looked up, kissed my forehead, then reached down and touched the juncture of my penis and her vagina, where a little semen had already leaked out. She looked at it, then smelled it.
"Never seen this before?" I smiled, puzzled, and asked her, "Is my semen particularly good?" "Pshaw, what are you bragging about? But your semen is strange." "What's strange about it?" I asked. "I'm allergic to Old Chen's semen, but not yours. Why is that?" "Allergic?" I asked, confused. "Yes, whenever Old Chen doesn't use a condom, my whole body itches afterwards, and I get little red rashes. It's really uncomfortable, so I always make him use a condom and never let him ejaculate inside." "Do you always use condoms?" "Yes." "Then how did Pingping come to be? Is she a bastard?" "Go to hell," Mrs. Chen pushed me. "I only let him ejaculate inside me the one or two times I was giving birth." "You're so pretty, your skin is so good, I thought you ate too much semen." "What? I wasn't ugly to begin with. I was the prettiest girl in my class when I was young, and I was famous throughout school." Mrs. Chen stroked my back and said, "Not anymore, I'm old." "No, you're very beautiful, you know? The first time I saw you, I wanted to make love to you." "Oh, you big lecher, you've been harboring these thoughts all along!" Mrs. Chen scratched my back hard with her fingernail.
"Yes, I've wanted you for over a year, and now I finally have you, easing my longing," I said. "Am I really that good? But I'm five or six years older than you." I tugged at her earlobe and said, "Age isn't a problem. You're really good, very sexy, very alluring to men, but you're just not seductive enough." "Ha, you like promiscuous women? Your wife must be very seductive, right? But she doesn't seem like it." Mrs. Chen laughed. "The purer the wife, the better; the seductive the mistress, the more interesting," I laughed as well. "So you mean you want me to be seductive?" Mrs. Chen said. "Yes. You admit you're my mistress, right? But, there must be many men who are as beautiful as you, right? Which one am I?" "Get lost!" Mrs. Chen punched me on the chest. "How many are you? The 100th?" "No way? That's so exaggerated. How many am I?" I asked, my face contorted with misery. "How many can I have?" Mrs. Chen laughed. "You, the short-lived devil, are the third." "Oh?" "The first was my first love, my college classmate; the second was my husband; the third is that short-lived little bastard." Mrs. Chen's smile remained unchanged. "Why did you break up with your first love?" I pulled my now-limp penis out of Mrs. Chen's vagina. "It wasn't right," Mrs. Chen said. "Why?" "He was allergic. He wanted it whenever he had the chance, but we couldn't find condoms. When I told him not to, he said I didn't love him. Men are all like that." "Just that simple?" "Just that simple." "Did you and him do it often? Did you still think about him?" "What? I was terrified back then, and I was allergic. There was no fun at all. I didn't want to do it at all. We only did it three times in a rush. All three times combined didn't last as long as yours once."
Mrs. Chen tapped my forehead with her finger after she finished speaking. "I've long forgotten him now. I was only sad for a while when we broke up, but then I forgot about him. Looking back now, I realize I wasn't in love with him, just had a crush on him, and was curious about men." "Yes, it's good that you've forgotten. I think Old Chen treats you quite well, and you love him a lot. You two have a lot of fun, right?" Thinking of the tall and handsome Old Chen, I asked sourly. "He's good to me, but feelings are hard to explain. I was attracted to him because he was good-looking." "Wasn't he good?" I felt cheerful. "I'm not talking about it anymore, I'm hungry." Mrs. Chen tried to push me away. I remained clung to her, refusing to get up. "Go on." "Is it interesting for a tall man like a little woman?" Mrs. Chen retorted. Before I could answer, she added, "I thought I was allergic to all men," and hugged my waist tightly.
"Sometimes when I watch porn and see women accepting men's bodies so peacefully, it really makes me feel uneasy." “Yes, I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I have a special constitution,” Mrs. Chen said. “And now?” I lewdly patted Mrs. Chen’s vulva, which was filled with my semen. “Go away,” Mrs. Chen pushed me away, “What are you so smug about?” “Am I smug?” I said, pretending to be aggrieved. Mrs. Chen patted my cheek, “Okay, okay, I’m really hungry, I’m going to eat.” I rolled off Mrs. Chen: “I brought you some fast food.” “Trying to please me? Then you’ll eat it?” “I ate it.” Mrs. Chen knelt on the bed, grabbed my underwear and wiped her genitals, wiping the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that had dripped onto her thighs, then threw the underwear at my head: “Here you go.” I grabbed the underwear, put it to my nose and smelled it, “Ugh, it stinks.” “That’s because your stuff stinks.” Mrs. Chen laughed. She grabbed the panties I had taken off on the bed to put them on. I snatched her panties away, “Forget it, don’t wear them, let me admire your beautiful body a little longer.” "Ugh, so embarrassing." Mrs. Chen pulled a towel folded at the corner of the bed, wrapped it around her chest and abdomen, grabbed two corners, tied a knot in front, and walked out of the room half-naked.
I lay half-reclined for a while, then grabbed the underwear Mrs. Chen had used to wipe herself, pulled it around my waist, and followed her out. Mrs. Chen sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and ate the takeout I had bought while watching. I noticed that the towel she wore only covered her upper legs, leaving her entire plump and delicate thighs exposed. I sat down next to her, placed my hand on one of her raised legs, and admired this alluring beauty beside me.
Mrs. Chen finished her takeout, put the box on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and started watching TV. "Hey, don't you have some porn? Take it out and watch some." I called to her. "What's so interesting about that? Go get it yourself if you want to watch," Mrs. Chen gestured towards a cabinet next to the TV stand. I went over and opened the cabinet. Inside were three or four pornographic DVDs. I picked one with an enticing cover, put it in the VCD player, sat down on the sofa next to Mrs. Chen, picked up the remote, changed the channel, and then placed one of Mrs. Chen's thighs on my knee and stroked it.
On the screen, a man and a woman, who appeared to be Japanese, entered a hotel and went into a room. The man helped the woman take off her coat, and they kissed. After a while, they fell onto the bed together, tearing at each other and taking off their clothes. The man knelt down and licked the woman's vulva. After a while, the man got up and made the woman kneel beside him and kiss his limp penis while he gave her a blowjob. Then they fell onto the bed and started having sex. The images of the man's penis thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina were clearly visible from time to time. The woman was moaning and groaning exaggeratedly. Seeing this, my little brother was already erect and throbbing. I turned to look at Mrs. Chen and saw her staring at the TV.
I reached out and touched Mrs. Chen's vulva; she was already aroused. My fingers caressed her vulva, and Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, pinching one of my nipples with two fingers. After a while, I stood up, took off my underwear, flipped Mrs. Chen onto the sofa, tore off the towel wrapped around her, grabbed her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. I held her thighs with both hands, leaving her upper body lying on the sofa with her buttocks hanging in the air. I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust it in. Mrs. Chen grabbed my elbows, letting me thrust wildly.
With my vigorous movements, Mrs. Chen's legs slid off my shoulders, held in the air by my hands. After about seventy or eighty thrusts, my arms holding Mrs. Chen's started to ache and swell. I put her legs down, turned her body back to me, and then let her bury her head on the sofa with her buttocks raised high, revealing her two vulvas that were not yet fully closed. I aimed my penis at that small hole from behind and inserted it. My lower abdomen slammed against her buttocks with each thrust. With each thrust, Mrs. Chen's drooping breasts shook wildly.
The two of them silently thrust in and out seventy or eighty more times. Mrs. Chen groaned, "I'm so tired doing this, let's go to bed." I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis, picked up Mrs. Chen, went into the room, put her on the bed, and then lay on top of her and thrust hard again. Perhaps because we had done it twice last night and I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer, probably seven or eight minutes. I felt a tingling sensation in my waist and ejaculated inside her again.
After a while, I patted Mrs. Chen's thighs that were resting on my buttocks. Mrs. Chen lowered her legs and released her hands from my waist. I climbed off Mrs. Chen, leaned against the headboard, and asked her, "Do you have a cigarette?" Mrs. Chen said, "Why would I smoke? I hate men smoking." But she still grabbed my long shirt and wrapped it around her waist, got up, went out, and brought back cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. I took them from her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked. After getting into bed, Mrs. Chen tore off the clothes around her waist, nestled naked in my arms, and picked up my limp penis with her hand, picking off a pubic hair that was stuck to it with semen and vaginal fluid—I couldn't tell if it was hers or mine—examining it closely. I put an arm around her shoulder and asked, "Satisfied?" Mrs. Chen turned her head, smiled seductively at me, and then turned back to play with my penis. I noticed that the semen from Mrs. Chen's vagina had dripped onto the sheets, staining them. I said to her, "Sister Yang, your sheets are dirty."
Mrs. Chen looked down, wiped her vulva, then smeared her semen-covered palm on my chest, saying, "It's all your doing." I asked her, "Between me and Old Chen, who's better?" Mrs. Chen rested her head against my chest, "I don't know." "Tell me, I want to know." "Alright, alright, you're fiercer and more lewd, okay?" "So I'm better, huh?" Mrs. Chen pinched my penis. "Are you vain? How old are you?" "Do you like doing it with me?" "No," Mrs. Chen replied. "Really?" "Alright, alright, I can't argue with you."
I pretended to burn her with my half-smoked cigarette: "Your body is too perfect, let me leave you a mark." Mrs. Chen quickly dodged, "Are you trying to kill me?" "Your figure and skin are really good, you don't look like you've had children." I looked at Mrs. Chen's curvaceous, delicate, fair, and faintly blue veined body and said. "Not as good as your wife's, right?" "No, you're prettier, my old hag looks terrible after having children." "Huihui (my wife, that's what I call her) is very pretty, so young and already called an old hag, what about me?" "You're more sexy, more alluring than her." "Don't flatter me, if it were me instead, you wouldn't want to, would you?" "Ideally, both of us would lie next to me, neither of us would be lacking, and we could make love together." "Pah, you're so insatiable! If that were the case, Huihui would kill you." "Would you be willing if my wife didn't object?" "Don't talk about such impossible things."
I spread her legs, then pried open her vulva, and inserted the half-smoked cigarette about a centimeter into her vagina. Then I let go, and Mrs. Chen's vagina naturally closed, trapping the cigarette. "What are you doing? Don't burn me!" Mrs. Chen tried to squeeze her legs together. "Don't move, or you'll really get burned." I buried my face between her legs, pretending to smoke. I took a drag, then smacked my lips and said, "Ah, the taste is definitely different." "What does it taste like?" Mrs. Chen teased. I closed my eyes, looking like I was savoring the taste, and said, "Mmm, milk, apple, pear, and a... ah, it's... a musky smell." Seeing my reaction, Mrs. Chen couldn't hold back any longer, rubbing her stomach and bursting into laughter. Then she reached for the cigarette, put the end that was inserted into her vagina into my mouth, and said, "It tastes so good, let's try some more." I took two deep drags, then stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Okay, go home and sleep now." "Not sleeping here? There's no one here anyway." Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "That's great, I'd love to." "I was just too embarrassed to say it." "Pah, you've already stolen him away, and you're still acting innocent after getting a good deal? You're so shameless, and you still know how to be embarrassed?" Mrs. Chen leaned over and put the ashtray on the ground. I reached out and flicked her nose. "Who stole whom is still unknown. Aren't you the one who's cheating on me?" "You've spent a lot of money at my house over this period of time, haven't you?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked me. "What's money? Having you, I don't care about spending any amount of money." "You're really generous. You've spent two thousand yuan in the last two days." Mrs. Chen said, then wrapped my shirt around her waist, jumped off the bed, found the key, opened a drawer in the dressing table, took out a wad of cash, counted it, and put it in the pocket of my shirt that I had left on the bed. "What are you doing?" "I asked her. 'Here's your money back. Who wants your stinking money? That'll put my mind at ease.' Then she got back into bed and snuggled into my arms. I remained silent: What a lustful woman! For the sake of pleasure, she's become so generous.
Mrs. Chen shifted her body and lay down beside me. 'Sleep?'" "Don't overthink it." I lay down next to her. Mrs. Chen draped a thin blanket over us both, then grabbed one of my arms and put it under her head. She faced me and closed her eyes. I reached down to her pubic area and began to comb her pubic hair. I don't know when, but I fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt a numb, tingling sensation on one side of my body. I turned over and saw that my arm was still under Mrs. Chen's head. She was still sleeping soundly, a smile on her lips. Was she experiencing the pleasure of intercourse in her dream? Looking at her, I couldn't help but think that. I tried to gently pull my arm out, but it was numb and wouldn't obey me. I had to gently lift her head with my other hand and then wriggle my body to pull out my numb hand. Just as I was about to pull it out, Mrs. Chen opened her eyes and woke up too.
She smiled at me and leaned closer to me. "Weren't you asleep?" "Yes, I was asleep. I just woke up." “I answered. I pulled my arm away and frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked with concern. “My arm is numb.” She took my arm and gently rubbed it. “What time is it?” I asked her. She pulled out her phone from under her pillow and looked at it. “Oh dear, it’s already seven o’clock.” “Are you hungry? I’ll go cook for you to eat.” “No need, let’s go out to eat,
” I said. “Going out? That’s too much trouble. Besides, what if someone sees us going out together? Forget it, I’ll just go cook, it’ll be ready quickly.” "Mrs. Chen said, getting dressed. I grabbed her panties and bra, "Don't bother wearing them, you're home anyway." As she put on her skirt, I noticed a thin layer of dried semen and vaginal fluid between her thighs and groin. After
she finished dressing, she patted my face: "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you when you're done." After she left, I smelled her panties; they had no odor. I opened them and looked at them; they were white cotton briefs, quite nice quality, with machine-embroidered flowers. There were some faint stains, probably from her vaginal fluid. Thinking of how tightly they clung to Mrs. Chen's buttocks and vulva, my penis became erect again. I put down her panties, grabbed her bra, and then I heard her making a phone call in the living room.
"...Mom, it's Xiufang...Is Pingping with you?...Have you had dinner yet?" "...Old Chen went on a business trip...A colleague invited me to dinner tonight for his birthday, so I won't be back until later...Pingping will stay with you, I'll pick him up for school tomorrow morning..." I laughed: So, even carnal pleasures have turned her into a slut. Looks like she wants me to stay the night. I put on my underwear, went to the living room and sat down. The TV was still on, but the porn had already finished. I went over and turned off the VCD player. Then I made a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, and changed the channel to watch the news. After
drinking half a pot of tea, seeing that the news wasn't very interesting, I got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Mrs. Chen wearing only a long skirt without a bra or underwear, I felt a surge of desire. I went behind her and put my arms around her waist. She turned around and smiled at me: "Not going to sleep?" "Almost done." I lifted her long skirt to her waist, revealing her white, round buttocks. She slapped my hand: "What are you doing, you starving ghost? The people across the street will see!" I turned around and snapped off the kitchen light, saying, "Is it okay now?" Mrs. Chen turned her upper body to kiss me. As I kissed her, I rolled her long skirt up to her waist, touching her smooth buttocks and thighs. Then I moved my hand towards her vulva. Soon, Mrs. Chen's lower body became wet.
I turned Mrs. Chen's body around, pressing her upper body towards the sink. She braced herself on the edge of the sink, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks. I pulled down my underwear, gripped my penis with my hand, located her vaginal opening, and thrust in forcefully. Mrs. Chen groaned as I entered, one hand wrapping around my buttocks. My hands grasped Mrs. Chen's full breasts. Perhaps my penis was covered in dried semen, forming a thin crust? Although Mrs. Chen's vulva was wet, it wasn't very smooth at first. So I gently thrust in and out seven or eight times until my penis was fully coated with her fluids, then it went in smoothly. I began to thrust vigorously, this time without changing positions, and for a particularly long time, a full ten minutes. With my vigorous thrusting, Mrs. Chen's upper body was already slumped over the sink. I reached down and touched her inner thighs, finding that our semen was flowing down her thighs almost to her knees.
Mrs. Chen cooperated perfectly, wiggling her hips to meet my advances. After a while, Mrs. Chen stopped wiggling her hips; she lay there half-paralyzed, motionless, letting my penis rampage in and out of her vagina. I thrust in and out dozens more times, then my body shuddered, my penis throbbing a few times inside her before I ejaculated completely. I continued to let my penis remain inside Mrs. Chen's vagina, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina enveloping me. I used my hands to grasp and squeeze Mrs. Chen's breasts. Mrs. Chen didn't straighten up; her upper body remained bent over the edge of the pool, as if savoring the afterglow of the pleasure.
Suddenly, I smelled a burnt odor. I sniffed, "What's burning?" Mrs. Chen then seemed to wake from a dream: "Oh dear, it's my meat!" Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina and that I was naked, she straightened up, rushed to the light switch, turned on the light, then rushed to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and found the stewed meat inside was already burnt. "Oh no, we can't eat now." Mrs. Chen looked disappointed. "Never mind," I comforted her, "With you, I'm full even without rice." "I'm so sorry." Mrs. Chen picked up the pot and said apologetically. "How about I fry two eggs for you?" "Okay, you ate my two eggs, I'll eat yours two eggs, we're even." "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away, go away, stay out of the way, and put your clothes on, you shameless person."
Mrs. Chen pushed me away. I reached under her skirt and touched her thigh. I didn't expect that the semen I had ejaculated into her vagina had all flowed down her thigh. My hand was covered in sticky liquid. I wiped my hand on Mrs. Chen's left cheek: "Smells good, right? I heard semen is good for beauty, don't waste it." Mrs. Chen kicked my shin, "It stinks, who wants your stinky stuff?" I picked up my pants from the floor, looked up and saw a few chili peppers in the vegetable basket. A thought struck me, and when Mrs. Chen wasn't looking, I secretly took one, went to my room, and stuffed it under my pillow before returning to the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen brought out the dishes. "Dinner's ready!" she said. I walked to the table naked, wearing only my underwear. Mrs. Chen said, "Don't you have any clothes?
You're making a fool of yourself." I said, "There's no one else here, we're all family," and sat down. Mrs. Chen filled a bowl with rice for me and put a large piece of egg in my bowl: "Try my cooking, isn't it good?" "Delicious, delicious, I've already tried it." "But today is different." Even the food is different after we've been in bed? —I chuckled inwardly. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen watched me take a bite. "Delicious, delicious, just like you!" I smacked my lips exaggeratedly. "You're so glib." Mrs. Chen smiled contentedly, picked up her bowl, and filled herself with rice. I hadn't even finished my bowl of rice when Mrs. Chen asked me, "Want some wine?" "Sure, but you have to drink with me." "I don't drink." Mrs. Chen got up and got me a glass, then went to get a bottle of "Jiannanchun," saying, "If you don't have good wine, this is the best." She opened the cap and poured a full glass into mine. "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked her after taking a sip. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen grabbed my glass and took a sip. "Oh dear, you're so fierce! You should drink less, or you'll get drunk and then…" Mrs. Chen chuckled, not finishing her sentence. "If you get drunk, you'll rape me again, right?" I laughed, finishing her sentence for her. "Good to know." Mrs. Chen finished speaking and then burst out laughing. "Then drink more, so you can rape me," I casually pinched her butt.
Mrs. Chen raised her chopsticks and tapped me on the head, "I can't be bothered with you." After a few bites of rice, she said, "Have some soup. It's good for people who drink." "Okay." I finished the last bite of rice in my bowl. I picked up my glass. "Want some more rice?" "No, thank you." "Eat some more, make sure you're full, and drink less alcohol." She then took my bowl, filled it, and placed it in front of me. "If you eat too much rice, you won't be able to eat anymore," I said. "Then you eat, I don't want you to eat." I picked up my glass and took a sip. "Want some too?" Mrs. Chen took my glass and took a sip. She stuck out her tongue, gasped, and said, "It tastes awful."
I finished my bowl of rice. Mrs. Chen also finished her bowl and stopped eating. "You're full, eat some more vegetables." "Then have some wine." "No, it tastes awful." "Just a little, it'll make things more interesting later," I said. "Pah, who wants to be interesting with you?" Mrs. Chen said, but then took my glass and took a sip. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses drinks," I asked her. "Okay, but no cheating!" We played twenty or thirty times, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. When we'd drunk half a bottle, I lost three times in a row, took three sips, and finished my glass. I reached for the bottle, but Mrs. Chen snatched it away: "Don't drink anymore, too much is bad for your health." She took the bottle inside, walked a few steps, then came back and poured half a glass into mine. "If you want some, have a little more, but don't drink too much, it's not good for you." I reached out and stroked her hand holding the bottle, saying, "I'm so happy, this feels like home." "You still know what's good for you? I thought you'd forgotten your directions," Mrs. Chen smiled charmingly at me. She gracefully walked into the kitchen. I watched her retreating figure, finished my glass in one gulp, and helped clear the dishes away. "Who asked for your help? Go away, go sit on the sofa. Walking around naked, is that a good look?" Mrs. Chen punched me on the back. I chuckled and patted her chest: "Good intentions met with lightning strike." Then I went to watch TV. After
washing the dishes, Mrs. Chen went to her room to get some clothes. She draped my clothes over me, saying, "You're such a stinky man, drinking and not wearing any clothes, be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to take a shower." I put on the clothes and watched TV for a while, finding it quite boring. Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, I went over. The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in.
I saw Mrs. Chen completely soaked, her wet hair flowing smoothly down her back, her pubic hair clinging tightly to her mons pubis. Mrs. Chen, caught off guard by my entrance, exclaimed, "You idiot, what are you doing in here?" I hung the clothes I was wearing on the hook, "Can't we shower together?" "No, it looks awful," Mrs. Chen said. I embraced her body, which was covered in shower gel, and rubbed it against her skin. Her flesh, glistening with shower gel, felt incredibly smooth to the touch. Mrs. Chen turned the showerhead on me. "Help me lather up with soap," I said, still caressing her body. Mrs. Chen turned around, picked up the soap, and began lathering me all over. Our two bodies, both covered in shower gel and soap, pressed together, smooth and slippery. My hands roamed over Mrs. Chen's vulva, my lips gently nibbling her earlobe. Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, letting me support her. Her hands grasped my penis, rubbing it and occasionally scratching my scrotum with her nails. My fingers also reached into Mrs. Chen's vulva, inserting a little bit, gently tapping and probing.
The bathroom mirror reflected our intertwined bodies and lewd actions. Soon, my penis became erect. Because my hands were wet and stained with Mrs. Chen's shower gel, I couldn't tell if she had lost any vaginal fluid, or how much. I turned Mrs. Chen around so she was facing me. I pressed my hard penis against her genitals. Mrs. Chen groaned, "Don't go in, I'm not clean yet." I gently rubbed my glans around her vulva. Mrs. Chen laughed, "Here we go again, you're like a hungry ghost, I don't know if you're a machine or a breeding donkey." You laughed and said, "What do you think? You're not bad either, we're even."
I reached for her vaginal opening, aimed my penis at her, and thrust hard, penetrating her. Mrs. Chen gasped, "Don't do it like that, it's not easy standing." I thrust in and out, but because I was standing, I couldn't penetrate very deeply, and perhaps because of the water or shower gel, my penis slipped out several times during thrusting. Mrs. Chen leaned against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to help me penetrate deeper.
After a hundred or two hundred thrusts, seeing that Mrs. Chen looked tired from standing on tiptoe, I lifted her onto the sink, had her sit there, then spread her legs as high as possible, placing the backs of her legs in the crook of my arms, and thrust deep into her vagina. Mrs. Chen's hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly. Her legs swayed with my thrusts, her heels hitting my lower back repeatedly. I don't know how many hundreds of thrusts I did, but I was drenched in sweat before finally ejaculating inside her. Mrs. Chen pinched my nose, whether in praise or reward, I couldn't tell, "You're a ravenous wolf reincarnated from a lecherous ghost." Then she jumped off the sink, turned on the shower, and rinsed off the soap. She moved to face me, holding up her hand above my head: "Why are you so short? You're not even as tall as me." "Really? But why am I usually on top?" Mrs. Chen shoved the showerhead into my hand, giggling, "You're never serious, you're such a rascal. I'm ignoring you."
After washing, Mrs. Chen put on a sexy nightgown. I still wouldn't let her wear underwear or a bra. Under the light, because the nightgown was soft, her curves were vaguely visible, the two mounds of flesh on top and the dark patch below. I ran out of the bathroom naked as usual and sat on the sofa to watch TV.
Mrs. Chen went into the room and got a large bath towel to drape over me. Then she added hot water to the tea I had just brewed, poured me a cup, and sat next to me, curling her upper body into my arms. After watching TV for a while, she turned to me and asked, "Want a smoke?" "Sure," I replied. Mrs. Chen went to the room, brought out the pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in my mouth. "What a gentle, kind, understanding, and considerate wife," I patted her bottom. "Am I really that good?" Mrs. Chen tilted her head and looked at me. "Anyone who says no, I'll be the first to argue with them." Mrs. Chen remained sitting next to me, curled up in my lap, watching TV while pinching a piece of flesh on my waist with two fingers.
After a while, Mrs. Chen suddenly looked up and asked me, "Xiao Hong, in ten years, will you still want me?" "Yes," I said without hesitation. "But I'll be old then, ugly, and you'll still be young." "In my eyes, you'll never grow old. Even if you're toothless, you'll still be as beautiful and lovely as you are today." "You're not lying to me, are you? You're saying such nice things now, but when that time comes, I'm afraid you won't even answer when I call you." “How could that be? I’m afraid you’ll turn your back on me tomorrow,” I said, gently stroking her back. “You really want to be with me?” she asked. “Yes, of course,” I said, lowering my head to kiss her lightly. “Okay, let’s make a three-point agreement.” “What three-point agreement?” I asked with interest.
She thought for a moment and said, “First, when there are strangers around, don’t stare at me all the time. It makes me feel uneasy. And don’t try to take advantage of me like you did this morning.” “Okay,” I said. “And the second one?” She stood up and took a few steps. “Second… the second one is not to come to my house all the time. It will give people away. You’re only allowed to come once a week.” She tilted her head and thought for a moment. “Or, how about twice? Let me see you more often.” “That works too, but what if I miss you?” “Don’t interrupt,” she said. “And the third one?” I asked. She paced a few more steps. “The third, the third… let me think about it.” “Oh, the second thing is that when you come to my house, I'll pretend to ignore you, but don't get angry. I'm just afraid my husband will become suspicious if I'm too enthusiastic.” “Okay,” I said. She took a few more steps and said, “The third thing is that you can't be nice to other women. If I find out, I won't talk to you anymore.” “Okay, with such a beautiful woman like you, how could I think about anyone else?” “This is for your own good. Many women these days aren't clean. If you weren't clean, I would definitely ignore you.” “What about my wife? What about her?” “Who told you to ignore your wife? I mean other women besides Huihui and me.” She said seriously. “Okay, then what if I want you?” I asked her with a smile. “You idiot, can't you call?” she said. “I'll give you my phone number later.” “But your husband and Huihui are always at home, they don't go on business trips,” I said. “You're such a silly pig! Didn't we agree to leave work an hour early?” She flicked my cheek.
“But we can't meet up too often. Let me think, once every ten years,” she said with a smile. "What?!" I almost jumped up. "I'd rather die then." "Then go die! I'd be better off dead," Mrs. Chen said. "No, no, three times a week, please." "What? Are you looking for death?" She thought for a moment and said, "No, that's too much. Once every six months." She laughed again. "Too little. At least twice a week." "No, once a month at most," she continued laughing. "Too little. At least once a week." "Twice a month, don't say anymore, it's settled then." She said, looking at my face, and squatted down in front of me. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" "Unhappy, it's too little," I said. "Don't be like that. Okay, then, if you behave well, I'll reward you once a month." "What counts as good behavior?" "Keeping the three rules well." "Isn't it about being good in bed?" I said with a laugh. "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth," Mrs. Chen punched me. "Alright then, if you behave well, I'll reward you once a month too." I sighed. "No, that won't work," she said. "Fine, fine, you decide. She's someone else's wife anyway, I can't control her. I'll use her once and for all. But I should thank you for helping me scheme against your husband." Hearing this, she suddenly jumped up, grabbed the cup of tea from the coffee table, and splashed it in my face: "You bastard, get out!" Then she ran into the room and slammed the door shut.
I wiped the tea off my face, thinking: Women's hearts are truly unpredictable. She probably still has some shame, and is just angry out of embarrassment. After sitting for a while, I felt something was wrong. I stood up, intending to go to the room to comfort her, but the door was locked from the inside.
I knocked, but there was no response. I knocked harder, but still no answer. I called out, "Sister Yang, open the door, I'm sorry, let me in." The response from inside was, "Get out!" "I'm sorry, I apologize, okay?" "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I kept pleading and knocking, but there was still no response. I waited for more than ten minutes. I sighed and said, "Sister Yang, I've really hurt you. If you really want me to leave, fine, I'll go. But my clothes are still inside, you have to let me in to get them." Footsteps sounded inside, and the lock clicked open.
I went in and saw Mrs. Chen lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably; she was clearly crying. I went over and gently patted her shoulder, saying, "Sister Yang, I was wrong, I'm sorry." Mrs. Chen shook her shoulders, trying to shake off my hand. I forcibly lifted her head and saw her red and swollen eyes, still streaming with tears, like a pear blossom in spring rain. I was instantly moved, my true feelings overflowing, and boundless tenderness welled up in my heart. I grabbed her hand to slap me in the face, but she pulled away. I then slapped myself twice loudly, and was about to slap myself again when she suddenly grabbed my hand, choking out, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" "I'm bad. You've been so sincere to me, and I'm ungrateful, saying things that hurt you." I hugged her. Then I leaned down and kissed her eyes. She closed her eyes, and the tears flowed even more. I said to her, "Don't be sad, okay? If you cry anymore, my heart will break. I'm such a bastard, I've ruined your sincerity." I kept kissing her face. After five or six minutes, she calmed down and stopped crying. I took her hand. "Slap me, okay?" "What are you doing? My hand isn't that cheap." "Yes, yes, yes," I slapped myself hard again. "What are you doing?" She opened her eyes. "Don't hit me." "So you forgive me?" "Smile if you forgive me," I said.
She still ignored me, so I reached out to tickle her armpit. She suddenly laughed and broke free from my embrace. I pounced on her, hugging her tightly and kissing her, but she clenched her teeth, dodging my kiss. I sighed and said, "I'm like a toad trying to eat swan meat, claiming to be high-flying, or a blind cat catching a dead mouse, yet saying the mouse is blind." She chuckled, "Who are you calling a dead mouse?" "Me, me," I quickly said. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth, obediently letting my tongue enter. She gently stroked my face and asked, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. Compared to the pain in your heart, it's nothing." Hearing this, she began to kiss me passionately. After this, it seemed we both knew we had genuine feelings for each other, our emotions had taken a leap, and we were extraordinarily passionate, embracing and kissing wildly. A moment later, I pulled off her nightgown, leaving her completely naked on the bed. I caressed her already wet vulva, my lips moving from her forehead to her breasts, and back again. She held my head with one hand and grasped my penis with the other, guiding it towards her opening. The moment my glans touched her vagina, I thrust in.
She held me tightly, murmuring something unintelligible. After three or four thrusts, "Ring..." The phone rang. She reached for it on the bedside table but didn't answer, putting it down again. Less than five seconds later, the phone stubbornly rang again. This time she answered, placing a hand on my chest, signaling me to stop. My lust was at its peak; I wasn't about to stop. She held the phone to her ear, pressed the receiver, and whispered, "It's my husband." The voice on the receiver was soft but clear: "...I've arrived, I've settled in. Is Pingping asleep?" "Ping...Ping went to my mom's...mom's house." "Why didn't you go?" It was Xiao...Wang's birthday, he invited...a few of us...colleagues...to dinner."
Because Mrs. Chen was being violently thrust into and out of my office, her body trembled with each thrust, and her speech became very incoherent. Mrs. Chen pinched me hard with her left hand, signaling me to stop, but I didn't listen and instead increased the force of my thrusts. "Which Xiao Wang?" "It's...the Xiao Wang downstairs from my office..." "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" "...Hmph, no, no...I was watching a horror movie...it was really scary..." Mrs. Chen reacted under my violent thrusts, and her speech became even more incoherent. "Horror movie? Which channel?" Old Chen seemed a little suspicious, but he never dreamed that his wife, who was holding the phone and talking to him, was being vigorously thrust into by a large penis. "Ah...it's a rented...movie..." "Since you're so scared, don't watch it. Go to sleep early, I'll be back tomorrow." "Long distance is expensive, I'm hanging up." Old Chen probably thought his wife's trembling voice was from fear, right? Haha, she'd never guess it was from pleasure, would she? I thought to myself, feeling even more smug—I'm doing manual labor for others, while my beautiful wife is being fucked by someone else at home. That's what happens to men who are greedy for small gains.

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