A man who is impotent is bound to be cuckolded.

Two years ago, before I moved, my colleague Lao Sun lived downstairs from me. Coincidentally, my wife and I both worked at the same school, one in the elementary and the other in the middle. Because of these connections, our two families were quite close. After our child was weaned, my parents took the baby back to the countryside. My wife and I weren't very good cooks, so we usually ordered takeout after work. So, we shamelessly went to Lao Sun's house for meals. Every day after work, we'd go to the market to buy groceries and then take them to Lao Sun's house so his wife, Sister Ping, could cook for us.

So, while our relationship wasn't quite like family, it was much closer than most families. As time went on, my wife felt embarrassed and started trying to cook at home, gradually reducing our meals at Lao Sun's. I, however, still went occasionally, because Lao Sun liked to have a couple of drinks, and having someone to drink with was much more enjoyable than drinking alone. So, sometimes when I was about to eat my wife's not-so-delicious dinner at home, Lao Sun would come upstairs, knock on my door, and call me to have a drink. I'd immediately head over to his house.

Old Sun's wife, Sister Ping, is ten years younger than him. Their marriage was considered late for Old Sun, but Sister Ping was only in her early twenties when they married and had a child. Now, Sister Ping is only 40, but her child is almost 20, has a vocational school diploma, and works in another city. So, it's usually just the two of them at home. Old Sun is an honest man, while Sister Ping is much more assertive. If the couple has any disagreements, Old Sun always smiles and goes along with Sister Ping's complaints.

Sister Ping is of average appearance, but has fair skin and a full figure. Her breasts are prominently displayed, and her buttocks are round and perky. At around 1.6 meters tall, she doesn't look fat; instead, she exudes a mature woman's voluptuous sexiness.

There's one thing I don't know if it's a coincidence or Sister Ping's intention, but when my wife and I went to Old Sun's house for dinner together, nothing seemed amiss. However, when I went alone later, I noticed that although Sister Ping was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt as usual, when she wore a tight-fitting one, I saw two protruding points on her chest—Sister Ping wasn't wearing a bra. This incident made me start to overthink things. Men, you know, always tend to be delusional, always thinking they have qualities that attract women.

Originally, our two families were familiar with each other, so I didn't have any particular feelings for Ping. But ever since I discovered that Ping never wore a bra in front of me, I started to have some fantasies about her. Although Ping was much older than me, there was no denying that her full breasts and round buttocks were quite attractive. But at that time, I could only think about it in my mind.

Not long after, when we were panting and sweating, embracing each other after our climax, Ping told me that she had deliberately not worn a bra in front of me because of something that had caused her to crave sex with me… Since my wife became pregnant, we hadn’t had sex. After the baby was born, my parents moved in with us to help take care of the child. Because our old house was small and poorly soundproofed, my wife and I could never have a truly satisfying sex life. Even when she was in ecstasy, she didn’t dare to moan loudly. Finally, after the baby was weaned and my parents took him back to the countryside, we were like wild horses. Our sex life became frequent and harmonious. Every time she reached climax, my wife no longer suppressed herself, and her moans echoed throughout the room… “Ah…husband, harder, harder, almost there…”

“Help, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to die…”

“Just like that, fuck me hard, fuck me to death…”

Adult men and women know that when sex reaches climax, the obscene language that comes out is incredibly varied. Words that are usually shameful to say seem so ordinary at that moment.

As I mentioned before, our house is quite old and the soundproofing isn't great. When my parents were alive, we tried to keep them from hearing, but after they left, we started making love more freely, sometimes even leaving the windows open. But who would have thought that the old couple downstairs, Mr. and

Mrs. Sun, would hear us? One time, I went to Mr. Sun's house for drinks. In the midst of our drunken revelry, Mr. Sun said, "Little Shen, could you please be a little quieter at night? You guys are making so much noise!"

Although I was taken aback by his words, I immediately knew what he meant. Before I could say anything, Sister Ping glared at Mr. Sun and scolded, "Are you drunk? What are you saying?" Mr. Sun, probably quite drunk, dared to retort, "Isn't that right? It's always in the middle of the night, and the noise is so loud! You always get woken up, don't you?" "And then you can't sleep either, just like me?" I quickly interrupted, "Then you guys can come and have some fun!" Sister Ping glanced at Lao Sun and sneered, "Well, some people have to be capable!" Lao Sun was speechless, picked up his cup and took a big gulp, then said to me earnestly, "So, Xiao Shen, you've really put me through a lot!" Suddenly knowing Lao Sun's most unspeakable secret, I also felt embarrassed. Sister Ping stood up, glanced at me, and I felt that her gaze was a little strange, probably just another case of a man's self-delusion.

When Sister Ping went to the kitchen, Lao Sun chuckled, "Actually, it's not that I'm incapable, it's just that I'm not as vigorous as I was when I was young! Youth is so good!" Before Lao Sun's sigh was over, Sister Ping's cold voice came from the kitchen, "You talk as if you were so great when you were young!" I couldn't stay any longer, so I quickly finished dinner and went home.

I told my wife about the Sun family's affair. She was both shy and amused. From that day on, we became much more restrained during sex. However, once she reached climax, she still couldn't control herself, especially at that moment; her moans would still echo throughout the room.

One day, I ran into Sister Ping coming out of the house. When she saw me, she gave me a strange look: "You two really know how to make a fuss!" I remembered my sex with my wife the night before and smiled awkwardly at Sister Ping: "I'll definitely be more careful next time! I'll definitely be more careful next time!" Sister Ping smiled slightly: "Take care of your health! So frequent isn't good for your health!" I scratched my head, not knowing what to say, but I seemed to see a hint of resentment in Sister Ping's eyes.

Summer vacation arrived in the blink of an eye. My wife's family lived in another city, so she always went back to her parents' home during winter and summer vacations. This time, with our son, she took him with her. Although I felt a bit lonely with my wife at her parents' home, I really longed for being alone, carefree and free.

The night before my wife left, we both probably thought about the two-month separation, so our sex life was more intense than usual. I performed beyond my expectations, making love three times in one night. My wife's moans and cries during her orgasms echoed in the quiet of the night.

The next day, we were drinking at Lao Sun's house. Lao Sun raised his glass to me and sighed, "Thank goodness, I can finally get two months of peaceful sleep! You two kept me up all night again!"

Time passed by day by day, and more than half a month went by in the blink of an eye. You know, when my wife was still around, we had sex almost every one or two days. This isn't to say that my sexual ability is particularly strong; firstly, I had been really pent up for the past two years, and secondly, I'm still young, so it's normal to have sexual urges after a few days without sex. These past few days, when I went to Lao Sun's house, I either saw Sister Ping wearing a tight short-sleeved shirt, her breasts protruding, or I saw her wearing a loose round-neck short-sleeved shirt, bending over and revealing most of her full breasts. It really made me itchy and restless. Actually, I knew that I couldn't possibly sneak a peek at Ping's breasts at her house without her noticing. Several times, as my gaze drifted upwards from her chest, I saw Ping looking at me too, and she would give me a shy, girlish expression! That kind of ambiguous expression from a mature, sexy woman is a fatal temptation for a man who hasn't had sex in over two weeks! Before, I only fantasized about her, but my wife has been gone for 20 days, and seeing her dressed so scantily and moving around in front of me with that ambiguous look, I really started thinking about how to get her into bed! At this moment, don't talk to me about morality. When a man is driven by lust and only thinks with his lower body, telling him that this woman is his colleague's wife and he can't sleep with her is ridiculous, isn't it? It's precisely because the woman is his colleague's wife that he finds it even more exciting.

Having thoughts alone isn't enough; you also need a good opportunity! A few days later, Lao Sun was sent by the company to study at the Party School for a week. This was a good thing for Lao Sun. According to inside information, Lao Sun would be promoted when he returned. So that night, Lao Sun invited me to his house for drinks to celebrate.

Old Sun was genuinely happy that day. After all, being promoted at fifty was always exciting. He drank with me, glass after glass. Ping was probably happy for him too, so she didn't stop him. Old Sun's alcohol tolerance didn't match his drinking prowess. After downing more than a pound of baijiu, he finally collapsed from exhaustion. Ping and I helped him back to his room. Ping bent down to take off his shoes and clothes. I stood on the other side of the bed, and seeing Ping bent over opposite me, a surge of heat immediately rose from my lower abdomen.

Ping was wearing a beige round-neck t-shirt that day. Now, bent over, her chest was completely exposed through the hanging neckline! Her large breasts swayed with her movements, and even her cherry-like nipples were clearly visible. I stood there, mesmerized, staring at her chest, unable to look away. Ping glanced up at me, then looked down at her chest when she saw where my gaze was directed. Perhaps because Lao Sun was nearby, she couldn't say anything, but when she looked at me again, she glared at me fiercely. Alcohol and lust were raging within me. I gave her a silly smile, but my little brother was anything but stupid; it had already risen sharply, not to be outdone.

I was wearing casual sweatpants, and the stretchy cotton fabric couldn't hold my erect penis tightly enough, creating a prominent tent in my groin.

When Ping looked away, I clearly saw her eyes linger on my groin for a second or two; I distinctly saw a longing in her eyes. Ping seemed a little flustered and turned to leave the room. I glanced at Lao Sun; he was already snoring softly. Alcohol and lust compelled me to leave the room as well, closing the door behind me.

Ping was clearing the table; seeing me leave, she quickly bent down and began wiping the table with a rag. I deliberately walked to stand opposite her again, my gaze once more passing over her collar, lingering on her beautiful figure. Ping wiped the table again and again, never daring to straighten up. A slight sense of smugness rose within me. "You're going to ruin the table if you keep wiping it!" I said.

Ping finally straightened up, glaring at me. "Have you looked enough?"

If I were sober normally, even with a tiny fantasy in my mind, I would never dare to provoke her. But at this moment, desire filled my lower body, and alcohol numbed my brain. I blurted out, "Just looking isn't enough!" The implication was so clear that Ping was at a loss for words.

I stood straight opposite her, my penis still erect. The alcohol's numbing effect made me do something I wouldn't normally dare to do. Ping lowered her gaze, then looked at my crotch. I noticed her face slowly turning red, then she quickly turned and hid in the kitchen.

At this point, I knew that words were meaningless; only actions could determine success or failure. Despite my previous self-indulgent and calculated considerations—Old Sun and Sister Ping's sex life wasn't harmonious, and Sister Ping always went braless in front of me—both of which should have guaranteed success, who could be certain? In ancient times, were chaste women in the brothel considered promiscuous and unfaithful if they didn't wear bras in their own homes?

I stood in the living room, watching Sister Ping washing dishes by the sink in the kitchen. Because her t-shirt was long, hanging below her hips and covering her casual shorts, it looked as if she wasn't wearing any pants. The alcohol hadn't completely numbed me; I still had a sliver of clarity. I stood there, caught in a dilemma.

Perhaps only a few seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity of struggle. I let out a long breath and strode towards Sister Ping. Whatever, if I didn't take action, I'd never achieve my goal. If I took action and got an unsatisfactory result, I hadn't lost anything. Perhaps the only thing I'd lose was never being able to eat at Sister Ping's house again.

Walking up behind Sister Ping, I grabbed her and put my arm around her. Since her hands were in the sink washing dishes, my hands easily slipped under her armpits. As I embraced her, my hands expertly crossed, each grasping one of her full, firm breasts. Her nipples were already erect, gently touching my palms.

Sister Ping gasped softly, her wet hands grabbing mine, her body twisting slightly in protest: "Xiao Shen, what are you doing?"

Hearing her ask, "What are you doing?" I deliberately replied, "Doing!"

"I asked you what I'm doing?"

"Yeah! You ask me why? I'll say I'm doing it!" Because her body was slightly twisting, my erect penis deliberately pressed against her, penetrating her buttocks as she twisted. Sister Ping let out another soft "Ah!" "Xiao Shen, don't do this, Lao Sun is still in the room!"

I gently blew a couple of breaths into her ear and noticed her body trembling slightly. "He's drunk and fast asleep!"

Sister Ping's struggles became weak; perhaps her initial struggles were just symbolic gestures. I gently kneaded her breasts, surprised that her full breasts were so elastic. I released my hand, circled my index finger around her nipple a few times, and then quickly and lightly traced a line across her nipple through her clothes. Sister Ping couldn't hold back any longer; the sensitive stimulation of her nipple finally made her moan.

"Xiao Shen, don't do this, let me go!" Sister Ping's voice trembled.

I ran my fingers along her nipples, asking, "What if I don't let go?"

Ping didn't answer, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I reached down, grabbing the hem of her clothes and pulling them up. Ping didn't stop me. My hands quickly slipped inside her clothes, grabbing again, this time truly grasping her breasts. Soft, smooth, and elastic, I gently pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, slowly rubbing them. Ping trembled slightly, moaning softly. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

I deliberately twisted my lower body, my hard penis tightly gripped by her buttocks, allowing me, who hadn't had sex in almost a month, to let out a long, comfortable sigh.

I deliberately continued to ask, "What if I don't let go? What will you do?"

Ping was now completely limp, leaning against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her head slightly turned. I saw her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with desire, staring at me with longing. I whispered in her ear, "Do you want it?" Ping pursed her lips, not answering, seemingly struggling with her own internal conflict. I reached out and pulled down her pants. Ping grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but she was weak and powerless. I easily pulled down her shorts and underwear together, then pulled down my own pants, pressing my hard penis against her genitals. I touched her; she was already soaking wet. I guided my penis to her entrance and asked, "Do you want it?"

Ping bit her lip, about to speak, when I thrust hard, my penis completely disappearing into her vagina. The sudden insertion of my erect penis made Ping cry out, immediately covering her mouth with her hand.

At the moment of penetration, I felt the wet, soft, and tight walls of her vagina enveloping my entire penis, making me involuntarily exhale in pleasure. I wrapped one arm around Ping's chest, grabbing one breast, and held her waist with the other. From Ping's covered mouth, I mumbled, "You bad guy! You..." I thrust forward forcefully, and Ping cried out, her words cut short. My genitals were pressed tightly against her rounded buttocks, feeling the wonderful sensation of my penis being enveloped by her wet, fleshy opening.

"You're already so wet down there, haven't you been wanting me to fuck you for a while?" Such words, if uttered between well-acquainted lovers, would be a spice of sex, but this was Ping's first extramarital affair. Although her body's reaction was honest, she couldn't bring herself to say anything lewd.

The alcohol made me act out of character, and I teased Ping, who was already inside me, with relish: "If you really don't want to, then I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this!" Saying this, I deliberately pulled my penis out.

Ping grabbed my buttocks with her other hand, turned her head, her eyes glazed, "Don't pull out! Give it to me!"

I smiled smugly, certain of the woman's feelings in my arms. I lowered my head and kissed Ping's lips. A soft, smooth tongue met my kiss, which I greedily sucked.

A hard, fleshy rod remained inside her vagina, making Ping almost unbearable. Her round, full buttocks rubbed against my genitals and began to writhe. Perhaps because she was standing, Ping's buttocks were large and fleshy, gripping my penis tightly. I could feel waves of contractions coming from her vagina, and the pleasure in my lower body made me unable to hold back any longer. I began to thrust my hips, pumping forcefully into Ping's lower body. Because I hadn't released for a month or so, my strength seemed inexhaustible. Each thrust was fast and powerful, each one hitting the very top.

I don't know if Sister Ping really had no sex life or if Lao Sun's sexual ability was indeed lacking, but after I'd only been thrusting for a minute or two, Sister Ping seemed about to climax, panting and moaning. But at that moment, in her house, with Lao Sun asleep in the room, Sister Ping could only cover her mouth with one hand, trying her best to suppress the sound. But the pleasure in her lower body was so intense and stimulating, how could she completely control herself? So every now and then, although most of the moans were muffled and only nasal "hmm hmm hmm" could be heard, there were still a couple of times when the pleasure was just too intense, and Sister Ping couldn't help but let out a cry of "Ah!"

My colleague was sleeping in his room, while I was in the kitchen, fiercely fucking his wife, which gave me a strong sense of stimulation. Plus, I hadn't had sex in a long time, and now, after thrusting dozens of times in Sister Ping's wet and tight vagina, waves of tingling sensations were coming through my lower body—I was about to ejaculate!

The first time I fucked Ping, my male pride wouldn't allow me to ejaculate so quickly. I stopped, gripping her breasts tightly, panting heavily.

Ping's muffled voice came from her covered mouth: "Why did you stop? Don't stop, I want more!" She rubbed her hips against me, swaying slightly. That's a woman for you—completely different before and after penetration.

I tried to justify myself: "It's been so long since I've done it, I'm too excited today. Let me rest for a bit, or I'll ejaculate!"

"Then ejaculate inside! Don't stop, I'm almost there! Fuck me, fuck me like you did before!"

"But I don't want it to end like this, I want to fuck you a little longer!"

Ping turned her head, her face flushed, her eyes gentle and tender: "He's going out tomorrow, for the next few days, I'm all yours!"

As soon as she said that, I knew this woman was mine, but I deliberately asked: "Only for the next few days? What if he comes back?"

"From now on, you can fuck me whenever you want!" Ping's tone and expression were full of temptation and seduction.

I kneaded her breasts forcefully with both hands a few times, and my lower body began to thrust. Ping covered her mouth with her hand again, and a moan rose again. Because I had just reached the point of ejaculation, the tingling sensation returned to my lower body not long after this thrusting. I could no longer hold back, and my thrusting became faster and more forceful. Ping's moans became more and more rapid, as if they were being cut off each time. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands and finally ejaculated.

Perhaps because it had been so long since I had sex, this ejaculation was exceptionally large, shooting directly into Ping's body with each thrust. When the last thrust came, my lower body pressed hard against Ping's plump buttocks, and I breathed heavily. At this moment, Ping seemed to be enjoying an orgasm. I could clearly feel the entire body of this voluptuous woman in my arms trembling, but her moans had stopped. She seemed to be holding her breath. After a while, she removed her hand from her mouth and then rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

We remained in the rear-entry position, nestled together.

"I'm sorry, I was only thinking about venting and didn't consider your feelings!" I said to Ping, who was still breathing softly in my arms, as my breathing

calmed down a bit. Ping tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed, and smiled gently: "I'm already very comfortable!" These words filled me with tenderness for this woman. How long had it been since she had been properly loved by a man? She said she was comfortable after only a few short minutes!

My penis, which had already ejaculated, finally softened and was squeezed out by Ping's vagina. I kissed her lips and said, "It'll be hard again in a bit. Let me fuck you properly and show you what true comfort is!"

[The End]

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