I contacted a woman who dialed the wrong number.

My acquaintance with Ah Jing began with a phone call.
That night, around 10 p.m., I called a friend. Maybe I dialed the wrong number, because a delicate, sweet woman's voice came through the receiver. She asked who I was looking for; her voice was extremely pleasant, with a very attractive, magnetic quality. I was bored at the time, so I pretended to be very familiar with her and said, "How come you can't even recognize my voice? And you call yourself a friend?"
She said she really couldn't tell, and I teased her by saying, "Think again." She still said she couldn't remember and asked me, "Who are you looking for?"
I couldn't answer right away, so I said I was looking for you. She asked, "Do you know me?" I said I did, but I was afraid you didn't. She laughed and said, "How could that be?"
I told her I was originally calling a friend, but when she answered, it was a lovely mezzo-soprano voice, so I just wanted to chat. She just kept giggling.
She laughed. I asked her what she was laughing at. She said, "You must be lonely, so you're just randomly dialing numbers on the phone to relieve your boredom, right?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just said yes. Based on my years of experience in the dating scene, I had a feeling that this woman was an easy target for a flirtatious woman, and I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. She said, "Is my voice really that nice? I don't think so. I think your voice is nice." I said, "Then let's chat." She said, "Okay."
We chatted casually about things like names, workplaces, marital status, children, and spouses' occupations. I learned her name was Jing, she was 29, married with children, and had a very good job. I said, "Your husband must not be home, otherwise why would you dare to pick up the phone and chat with a stranger for so long?" She said her husband was away on a business trip, gone for over half a month. I said, "You must miss him." She didn't answer, just chuckled. Hearing her infectious laughter, I felt a stirring in my lower body. You know, I hadn't had sex with a woman in a long time, and my desire was at its peak. Chatting with a strange woman on the phone—or rather, flirting—I couldn't help but feel a little aroused.
I changed my sitting position so that my swollen penis wouldn't feel too uncomfortable from being constricted by my pants. At that moment, she said, "Hang up and call back later. My child is asleep, and I'm afraid our conversation will wake her up." I thought this woman must also be in a state of lust, and maybe in two hours I could be lying on her bed.
As I thought about it, my physical reaction became stronger and stronger. I hung up the phone, took off my pants, leaned against the headboard, and kept stroking my penis with my hand. I pulled back the foreskin and exposed the purplish glans.
I was determined to make this woman give me oral sex over the phone later. I pressed the redial button, and she answered immediately. I figured this woman must be a slut with an extremely high sex drive, or her husband must be incompetent and unable to satisfy her rampant lust, which is why she was having a flirtatious phone conversation with a strange man late at night without any defenses.
I tentatively asked her if she felt uncomfortable when her husband wasn't home.
She said no, because it's the same whether he's home or not. I was surprised and asked her why. She didn't answer me directly, but only said that her husband had surgery two years ago and had been in poor health since being discharged from the hospital. After saying that, she sighed several times. I then asked her if her husband had "that".
Regarding his illness, she said, "Don't ask anymore. Anyway, he can't fulfill his duties as a husband at all. We've been sleeping separately for a long time."
I just don't understand how there can be so many resentful women in the world. Are men really that fragile these days?
Or is it because society has become more open, and women's demands in terms of sex are getting higher and higher? At this point, I had no more reservations and said that if possible, I would really be willing to help her. She didn't say anything for a long time on the other end of the phone, probably because of her pride. After all, we didn't even know what the other looked like, so she must have some reservations.
I continued my offensive, saying that I really wanted to hug her right now. She whispered that she wanted to too. I said, "Then I'll really hug you!" She laughed and said, "Where are you? How can you hug me?"
I said we could hug each other in our minds, and she said okay. I said, can you feel my strong arms?
She said she could feel it, and that he was so mean. There was a long silence on both ends of the phone. I think she was imagining what it would feel like to be held by a man.
After a while, I said I kissed your lips, and you said "Mmm," your voice slightly breathless. I then said that I didn't mean the lips when I said "lips," and she asked what kind of lips they were.
I said it was the "lips" below, and she said coquettishly on the phone, "You must be a seasoned player in love, right?"
I said yes, I've helped many women reach the peak of pleasure that no one else can give them. She asked if it was true.
I said it was true. She was silent again. I said, "Can you feel my hand? It's on your chest." She said, "Don't say that. I really feel uncomfortable. My whole body feels itchy." I said, "You can use your own hands to touch your breasts for me." I think she must be rubbing her nipples hard right now because I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier on the other end of the line. I said, "Guess what I'm doing right now?"
She said she didn't know. I said I was imagining my penis being surrounded by her lips. She said she had never done that, not even with my husband. I said that as long as it makes the other person feel happy, it doesn't matter what the method is. She said maybe, but she had never tried it. I said, "Then why don't you try it now?"
She said okay, and I added that if she felt discomfort down there, she could try using her hand to relieve herself. If she didn't want to be a prostitute but couldn't release her burgeoning desire, it was a last resort. I told her to do as I said, and it would definitely work. She probably accepted my suggestion, because a little while later I clearly heard her moan, "Ah, um... um."
I heard her moaning, and I asked if she had reached orgasm. She told me in a trembling voice that she had. I said I wanted to ejaculate too, and she said she wished she could see me now and that she would do anything for me, including the oral sex I had just mentioned. I said she would tell me her address, and she told me her street and house number.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in her living room. She was wearing a very nice slip dress. Because it was our first meeting, we were both a little awkward, carefully observing each other. I said, "Did my appearance disappoint you?" She said, "No, you're very handsome and manly, just a little different from what I imagined." I asked, "What do you mean?" She smiled but didn't answer. I didn't care to ask anymore; all my attention was now focused on her. On the bed in the next bedroom, she was slightly tall, probably around 165cm. She was a bit slender, but had a great figure. Her long hair was loosely draped over her bare shoulders, which I found very sexy and alluring. Her appearance wasn't outstanding, but it was acceptable. Her skin was well-maintained, the kind that makes you want to touch it. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra or anything like that under her pajamas, because I could see her erect nipples through her clothes.
I told her she looked beautiful and mature. I know my words contained some flattery, but for a woman, especially one you want to have sex with, this is something you absolutely have to say. Because saying this can eliminate the barrier between you and her in the shortest amount of time and arouse her desire to be close to you.
She suggested we go into the inner room to talk so as not to wake the children. I asked her if her husband would suddenly come home tonight, and she said no, as she had just spoken to him on the phone.
We went into the inner room. The lighting was dim and soft, a warm pink that's perfect for making love. A woman's unique aura made me feel particularly excited. Sitting on the bed, we didn't have much to talk about. My only reason for coming here was to release my pent-up desires, and I think she felt the same way. I said I wanted a cigarette, and she said, "Go ahead." I lit a cigarette and asked, "Were you lying here when I answered the phone?"
Her face was slightly flushed, and she nodded at me. Perhaps she was already eagerly needing me. As she spoke, she walked towards me, lifted the hem of her nightgown, and sat down on my lap. I reached out and hugged her slender waist. She leaned down, and her warm lips suddenly met mine. She took the cigarette butt from my hand and slipped my hand under her arm to touch her breasts. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were firm and elastic. To be honest, I prefer larger breasts, but tonight I had no choice. Besides, at a time when I was most unable to resist the torment of sexual desire, it was a very lucky encounter for a woman to offer herself to me.
I gripped her breasts tightly, and her body trembled slightly. I reached my hand under her nightgown and discovered that her lower body was also naked. Underneath the thick pubic hair, her soft vulva was wet and slippery. I knew that after my flirting on the phone, she must have been thoroughly aroused. Her labia were large and fleshy, and I knew that women like this usually had very strong sexual desires. I said it was a pity that such a good thing was sitting idle and no one had used it. She laughed and said that she could use it from now on. I said, "Great! I couldn't be happier!" Then she touched my penis through her clothes, like a hungry cat. I said, "Let's go to the bed," and pulled her down onto the bed. Her clothes came off easily, since she wasn't wearing anything underneath. In an instant, a naked body lay before me. I then noticed how beautiful her figure was—smooth, elastic skin, a slightly upturned bottom, long legs, and small breasts. I took off my own clothes and pounced on her, sucking on her lips and nipples, slowly sliding my mouth down, gently biting her smooth abdomen. She said, "Let's change positions," and then, as she positioned us, we assumed a 69 position.
This position is the most suitable for two people to kiss each other's genitals. I think this woman must be very experienced in sex. She took my huge glans into her mouth and ran her tongue over my penis. Because I hadn't made love with a woman for a long time, my semen was full of reserves. When the woman suddenly held it, I felt very excited. I felt a tightness in my abdomen and almost ejaculated on her face. But I am a man with more than ten years of sexual experience. I have long since learned to control the timing of ejaculation. Besides, if I ejaculated before penetrating her pink little pussy, she would definitely be very disappointed.
I sucked on her labia with my tongue, licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and tasted her nectar. Her buttocks began to twist and turn, raising them to meet my licking. I changed positions, placing her legs on my shoulders, and gripped my hard cock, thrusting it into her cunt. She made excited "ah, ah" sounds, saying, "Fuck me harder! I haven't felt the sensation of a big cock in so long!"
I said I'd fuck you to death, you little slut, I'd pierce your honey pot until it swells and bursts open. My cock was thrusting hard into her pussy, making a "slap, slap" sound as our bellies collided.
The sound of her moans sent a wave of pleasure through my body from my abdomen. I never expected that such a quiet woman could be so loud when she woke up. I was afraid her moans would wake the children next door, but women often forget all their worries at this point and become complete sluts. With each frantic thrust, my semen gushed out and shot deep into her uterus. I felt a wave of heat from her vagina wash over my glans. We reached orgasm at the same time. When I pulled out my penis, I saw that her labia and pubic hair were covered in white fluid, and thick semen was still flowing from her vaginal opening.
I asked her if she felt comfortable. She said that in all the years I've been married, I've never had such a satisfying sexual experience. Even during our honeymoon, my husband and I lacked passion, and sex always felt like a routine. He's definitely not a great man in bed. Today, I truly realized how wonderful it is to be a woman.
That night we made love nonstop, maybe six or seven times. We were like two greedy children, entwined together all night long. Her vagina must have been swollen from my fucking, because when I woke up in the morning, she walked strangely.
We never made love again after that, because shortly after, a colleague introduced me to a girlfriend, and we got married quickly. After marriage, I no longer had to go around flirting with women with unsatisfied desires. My wife is beautiful, and my family life is very happy. I felt I couldn't do anything to betray her anymore. Later, Jing contacted me many times, but I made excuses to avoid her. It wasn't that I was heartless, but I am actually a very traditional and family-oriented man. It's just that the experience of that night was unforgettable. I know that Jing must have a lot of resentment towards me in her heart because the "sexual" happiness she thought she had grasped was only for that one short night. I felt very sorry for her and hoped that she could find a new sexual partner.
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