I slept with the landlord's wife at the landlord's house.

I just graduated and have only been interning and working for a few months. These past two months have been especially busy, and I haven't had time to go online. However, something happened recently that has been bothering me a lot, and it's making me feel really uneasy. I took advantage of my night shift yesterday and having a day off today to talk about it. During the whole process, I didn't have many doubts, but after calming down and thinking back, I suddenly feel there are quite a few suspicious points. I can't help but start to worry.

Back in mid-February, I started my internship at the company I had set up here and was looking for a place to live nearby. I originally wanted a small one-bedroom apartment so I could spend weekends with my girlfriend, which would be convenient. However, when I looked, even one-bedroom apartments cost 1000 yuan a month, not including property management fees, which was too expensive.

Later, I saw a rental ad online for a guest bedroom in a two-bedroom apartment. It was 450 yuan a month including internet, fully furnished, and the utilities were covered unless you used them excessively. However, the requirements were quite high: male, healthy with no infectious diseases, regular lifestyle, quiet, and hygienic, etc. Other details were negotiable.

I thought this place seemed pretty good, quite generous, and since my internship was a 9-to-5 job, I called the landlord and said I'd like to see the apartment in person. The apartment was nice, only a 20-minute commute from my workplace, and I negotiated the price down to 420 yuan.

When I went to see the apartment, both the male and female landlords were there. They looked young; through casual conversation, I learned the man was 31, and I didn't know the woman's age, but I guessed she was around 30. The man asked me a lot of questions, but I didn't pay much attention. Now that I think about it, I can't remember what they were all about, but I do remember him saying he wanted to see my medical report to make sure I didn't have any illnesses. And when we first met, he casually remarked, "You're quite tall."

Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I could understand; after all, it would be terrible to have a stranger living in your home if they had any health problems. Plus, time was tight; I hadn't expected the apartment to be so hard to rent, and I only had a few days left before I had to report for duty. Anyway, I was required to have a medical check-up for my internship at the police station, so I just showed him the report without much thought. And so, I signed a six-month lease. I originally planned to sign a one-year lease, but the landlord only gave me a six-month one, saying I could stay for now and we'd see how it went. That's where the story begins.

The male landlord's surname is Jiang, and the female landlord's surname is Chen; let's just call them that. At first, I was quite reserved, since I was staying with someone else, and a young couple at that. I initially thought they were an older couple with grown children, but they turned out to be quite young. The woman was 29, and they didn't have any children yet.

After living there for over a month, we'd chat sometimes, but generally, we didn't disturb each other. I'd usually go home, shower, and then go to my room, closing the door. I didn't know what Jiang did for a living, but he always came home quite late. Occasionally, I'd work the night shift and he wouldn't be home until almost midnight. I knew Chen was a yoga instructor, teaching at a friend's yoga class; she seemed to earn a good income and wasn't too busy. Anyway, every morning when I left, they weren't up yet, and when I returned in the afternoon, Chen was already home alone.

Because I'm a bit taller, sometimes when I'm in my room, Chen will knock on the door, wearing close-fitting loungewear, and ask me to do some chores for her, like putting the quilts on top of the cabinet or taking down the fan on top of the cabinet.

This went on until almost April. One time in April, we found we couldn't connect to the internet at home, and neither could they. Chen suggested calling the telecom company, but I said I'd check. Since it showed no internet connection, it was probably a router problem. I restarted and reset the router, which was quite easy. After that, Chen realized I might know a bit about computers, and from then on, whenever there was a computer problem, she'd just ask me to come to their room to help her.

Chen isn't particularly tall, I'd guess around 162 or 163 cm, but she teaches yoga, and her figure is quite good. Her breasts are probably a B cup, and her buttocks are perky, but not particularly large—not the kind of fleshy, overweight look you get after having children; they're round. At home, she always wears soft, form-fitting loungewear that makes her hips look round and comfortable, and her breasts are slightly full, so I guess she's not wearing a bra, but it's not obvious.

Then one time, during a holiday at home, Jiang was still out in the afternoon, and I was online with the door closed when Chen knocked on the door, saying her computer was very slow and laggy, and asked me to take a look. When I checked, well, her 40GB C drive only had about 500MB of space left, and for some reason, the temporary folder was piled with almost 10GB of temporary files that hadn't been automatically cleaned up. I helped her clean it up bit by bit. Chen stood next to me, one arm resting on the table, and her breasts pressed lightly against my arm, intentionally or unintentionally. The soft feeling made me realize that Chen wasn't wearing a bra.

At that moment, smelling the woman's fragrance emanating from Chen, I did feel a little restless. However, I couldn't be sure if she was intentionally or unintentionally pressing against me, so I kept quiet, pretending to be a gentleman, and not looking at her. But Chen's breasts remained pressed against my arm, neither too tightly nor too loosely. I remained unmoved, helping her delete and move things on her C drive, freeing up nearly 20GB of space before returning to my room.

Back home, thinking about Chen's figure, her round buttocks filling out my pants, and the feel of her soft breasts, I felt a real erection and couldn't help but fantasize. Suddenly, I had the urge to say that it wouldn't be right for a man and a woman alone in a room without something happening. But thinking was one thing; actually doing it was another. Although I'd seen how others seduced women and even written some erotic stories, I realized I was more of a theorist than a practical practitioner. Now, there was a lonely young woman just a wall away, and I was unmoved because I didn't know how to act, just indulging in fantasies every day. It was very frustrating.

May arrived quickly, and we'd been living together for two months. We'd gotten to know each other quite well. Sometimes Jiang would be home on weekends, and I'd sleep in until noon. Chen would cook and call me to eat with him, and after we finished, I'd insist on washing the dishes.

Chen would apologize and help me, and some physical contact was inevitable. Chen didn't seem to mind at all. Jiang would watch TV, oblivious to the fact that someone was taking advantage of his wife in the kitchen.

At the time, I thought maybe they felt more at ease knowing I was still a college student and a police officer.

I'd go to work after dinner and then go online in my room. These past two months had been busy; I'd often work overtime and had to work on documents when I got home. Then Chen started knocking on my door to bring me fruit, since it was getting summer. He'd lean against the door and chat with me, probably because he was lonely. We'd talk about all sorts of things, gradually moving to personal matters, asking if I had a girlfriend and how things were going with my girlfriend, but we hadn't touched on any taboo topics yet.

While we were chatting, Chen always leaned against the door, probably to avoid suspicion, and didn't come in. But the way she leaned against the doorway, she looked quite charming, her hair loose, and sometimes she'd playfully dangle her toe on her slipper, which looked adorable. I didn't dare look too much, though she seemed to be staring at me the whole time she was talking. Every time I glanced at her, I saw her staring back, making me a little nervous. I couldn't relax. If I could just boldly stare back, then… sigh.

I'm just unsure what Chen is thinking. If I overthink things and do something inappropriate, not only will I be homeless, but my reputation might be affected, potentially impacting my job. After all, they know quite a bit about my personal situation, though I haven't revealed much about my family. Sometimes I wonder if it's a trap, that if I do something, it'll be recorded and used for blackmail. Otherwise, why would the husband often leave his wife alone, and why is the rental limited to men? Anyway, I'm always hesitant, afraid to actually do anything. I have the desire, but not the guts.

As the weather gradually warmed up, Chen wore a loose tank top at home. Her breasts, without a bra, were clearly visible through the fabric, revealing a hint of deep red, which looked very sexy and alluring. She wore casual loungewear shorts, her bare, white thighs stimulating my eyes. Her round buttocks filled out the shorts, giving her a curvaceous figure. No wonder she's a yoga instructor.

By this point, I was completely out of control. I'd forgotten all about my girlfriend; all I could think about was Chen next door. But I still had some doubts. I felt that if I actually slept with Chen, this romantic encounter would be like it was delivered to my door, falling from the sky—it was too bizarre.

But what was bound to happen, happened. It was early June. That afternoon, I had dinner and went home. I got home around 7:30. When I got home, I found the house pitch black, so I used my phone to light it. Then Chen came out and said, "I'm so glad you're back! The electricity seems to have run out, and I forgot the charging card. I was scared to be home alone. Thank goodness I'm back!" I was so embarrassed. It was already getting warm in June; how was I going to sleep without electricity?

We sat in the living room. I didn't want to blame her for not having the charging card, so I said it was okay, I'd charge it the next day. I wondered if the landlord was starting to worry about the electricity bill, since I was sleeping with the air conditioning on at night. This whole thing was making me go and get the charging card.

The living room didn't have a sectional sofa, but a long sofa, about four people wide. At first, we were about one person's width apart. As we talked, our eyes adjusted to the darkness. Actually, it wasn't too bad; there were lights coming from the building across the street, so we could still see some things.

Chen was wearing a loose, dress-like robe. The dress probably reached just above her knees when she stood, but sitting, half her thigh was exposed. Her chest area was a bit saggy. I'm considerably taller than her, so I could peek into her chest, but it was too dark to see anything. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

I took out my phone to keep it on, but Chen quickly stopped me, saying it was too bright. She then placed both hands on my arm and the back of my hand, then wrapped her arms around mine, holding me tightly against her chest.

At that moment, my head went blank, my whole body went numb, my face felt numb, and I had some tinnitus. It was a very surreal, dizzy feeling. I paused for a moment, then forgot all my worries and instinctively pulled my arm away, turned to the side, and hugged Chen. Chen hugged me back, and my hands wandered around her back, reaching under her to rub her buttocks. Soon, I got an erection, hard enough to bulge my pants and press against her. She told me to go take a shower, saying she had already done so.

There was no electricity, so there was no hot water, but that didn't matter, especially since it was already getting warm. I went in to shower, and Chen followed me in. She gently washed my back and carefully cleaned my penis, squeezing shower gel into her hands and rubbing and kneading my penis and testicles before rinsing them thoroughly. She washed me very carefully, leaving no stone unturned.

After showering, we went to my room, closed the door, and drew the curtains. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, including Chen's naked body. We lay on the bed, embracing. I stretched my thigh between her legs, pressing against her genitals, and she squeezed her legs tightly together, gently rubbing against me. I held her and French kissed her, my hands kneading her buttocks and squeezing her breasts. Then I kissed her, from her chin down to her chest, and sucked on her breasts. Soon I felt her genitals getting wet and slippery, and I wanted to reach out and touch her, but she stopped me. So I used my penis.

There weren't many fancy moves, no oral sex or anything like that. I didn't expect her to do all that on our first time. It was very normal. She was on top, I was on top, I was on top of her, holding her buttocks, slowly inserting myself. I didn't even think about using a condom. After all, she was a respectable young woman, she should be clean and wouldn't have any diseases. Besides, I was so aroused at the time that I didn't think much about anything else.

This was my first time having sex with a woman I had no intimate relationship with, especially since she was my landlady—a married woman, a young woman. It felt incredibly exciting and stimulating. Chen was shorter than my current girlfriend, and her vagina seemed a bit smaller, though not particularly tight. But combined with the excitement, it was still great overall. I lay on top of her and penetrated her. She became increasingly wet, and I could faintly hear squelching sounds.

Then Chen gestured for her to be on top. I wondered if she would move up and down like in porn movies, since my girlfriend didn't like that because it was tiring. Sure enough, Chen didn't move like that. She just pressed my penis deep inside her vagina, our bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing back and forth. I guess she was stimulating her clitoris. Chen placed her hands on my chest and moved faster and faster. I could feel my penis deeply inside her vagina, trembling with her friction—it felt itchy and quite comfortable. Then Chen moved very quickly, and her movements became large and forceful, making "oh, oh" sounds. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, and I felt her whole body trembling, her vagina contracting, probably indicating an orgasm. I didn't expect Chen to be able to orgasm on top of me.

After Chen orgasmed, she lay on top of me, panting. I held her buttocks, using my thighs to lift her lower body, and moved below her, penetrating her vagina deeply. Chen moaned softly. After a while, Chen sat up and started moving again. This time, she gestured for me to sit up too.

I sat up, held her in my arms, and sucked on her breasts. She hugged me and continued rubbing against me, bringing her to another orgasm. Then she lay down, panting heavily, and I continued penetrating her on top of her, just like at the beginning, until I felt like ejaculating. I then lifted her buttocks, letting her lower body suspend in the air, and began my final thrust.

Chen probably knew I was about to ejaculate, because she clung to me, her arms around my neck and her legs crossed around my waist. I kept thrusting, wanting to pull out and ejaculate outside. Even though I was very impulsive and excited, I still had some sense of reason; I knew I couldn't ejaculate inside, or I might cause trouble. Finally, just as I felt I was about to ejaculate and was about to pull out, something unexpected happened.

I don't know if Chen just happened to have another orgasm or what, but just as I was about to pull out, Chen suddenly tensed up, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and her legs clamped tightly around my waist. I couldn't pull out in time, and I ejaculated all of it inside her. My heart sank; I'd messed up.

After pulling out, I told her I'd buy medicine tomorrow. She didn't seem angry; she even kissed me and said it was okay, not to worry, that she'd handle it herself. Then she said she was quite tired and wanted to shower and go to sleep. I offered to help her shower, and she neither agreed nor disagreed, so I helped her shower.

The next day, when I got up for work, I saw Jiang's shoes were off at the door. I guessed he was sleeping inside. I felt a little smug, thinking, "I slept with your wife, and you can still sleep." I felt great. When I came home that night, I was still looking forward to it. After all, I had broken free of my shackles the day before, and I was still really looking forward to it. When I got home, Chen just smiled at me, we chatted briefly, but she didn't mention anything about the previous day or make any hints before going back to her room. I went back to my room and did my own thing. Chen didn't knock on my door all night. I wondered if I should knock, but I was afraid it would be too abrupt, and if she didn't want to, it would be awkward and I wouldn't be able to save face.

So I just focused on my work. And that was it. Nothing happened. None of the things I worried about happened. No one tried to blackmail me, but the thing I was hoping for didn't happen either—I didn't have any more relations with Chen. Although we would sometimes kiss and touch, Chen didn't seem to want to take it any further, so I didn't force it. So, about a month passed. I didn't think too much about it, just a bit nostalgic about that night, wondering if she had acted impulsively because of the lack of electricity.

Then, on July 6th, almost a month later, I returned home as usual. Chen smiled at me, chatted briefly, and went back to her room. I went back to my room to do my own things; I'd been incredibly busy lately and hadn't had the time to think about anything else.

Around 9 or 10 PM, I went to the bathroom to shower. I'd only been showering for a short while when someone knocked on the bathroom door. I was startled; only Chen was home besides me, so it had to be her. But then my heart started racing with anticipation. I opened the door and saw Chen standing naked in the bathroom doorway, completely uninhibited. My mind went blank, and I felt numb.

Chen went into the bathroom, and I followed her in. She helped me wash myself, then carefully washed my penis. I figured she was washing it so thoroughly because she was going to use it later, so I washed hers too. After she finished, she went into my room and closed the door, as usual. Last time it was dark and I couldn't see anything, but this time there was electricity and the lights were on, so I could see everything clearly.

We started the same way as last time, kissing and touching, and then I penetrated her. She orgasmed twice and lay down. After that, I didn't keep thrusting on top like last time. Instead, we lay on our sides together, I behind her, pulling her buttocks towards me, so she was lying on her side at an angle on the bed. I thrust into her from behind like that, quite deeply. And she was very tight, I held her buttocks with both hands while thrusting, it felt great.

I kept thrusting like that until the final climax, maintaining that position. When I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out in time and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to cover myself. But this time Chen seemed a little unhappy, saying, "Why didn't you tell me before you came?" I didn't know what she meant, I thought maybe she thought I came too quickly this time. I didn't say anything, just stared at her blankly. She didn't blame me anymore, she took some tissues to clean me up, and then started rubbing and stroking my penis, it seemed like she wanted to go again.

I started to worry about the time, I checked my phone and it was almost eleven o'clock. Chen probably knew what I was thinking, so she said her husband wouldn't be coming tonight. I really thought to myself, is she really that lucky? It doesn't seem like she's getting off so easily? But despite my grumbling, why think so much when there's a decent woman to fuck? It's not like I'm losing out.

Chen just lay there on her side, rubbing my penis without saying a word. I touched her and rubbed her too, until my penis started to react. Then Chen bent down and took it in her mouth. I felt like I was flying. Whether it felt good or not was secondary; I really didn't expect Chen to give me oral sex. Without warning or any request, she started licking my penis. I felt like I couldn't sit still; I was incredibly excited. Think about it, a married woman, a decent young woman, licking my penis like that—who wouldn't be excited? Anyway, I got hard almost immediately.

Chen gave me oral sex for a while, then lay down. I thought, "You gave me oral sex, I'll give you one too." So I kissed her, and then kissed my way down. When I got to her genitals, Chen tried to stop me, her hands covering my head, but it didn't seem like a strong stop. I continued kissing down, finally kissing her vulva.

Chen's pubic hair was very thick; without parting it and holding it down with my hand, it was impossible to keep kissing her clitoris. So I used one hand to push her pubic hair aside and kiss her clitoris, while using my other hand to insert my fingers into her vagina. This time, she didn't object. I used the same techniques I use on my girlfriend to keep kissing her clitoris and touching her vagina, bringing her to orgasm once. After that, like before, I went on top of her, cupped her buttocks, and penetrated her.

I thought that since Chen had already orgasmed twice the first time, and had given me oral sex, she would be quite tired and wouldn't want to initiate again. But unexpectedly, she still came on top and did it once more before lying down. Once she lay down, she hugged me, so I couldn't change positions and just kept thrusting into her until I reached my climax.

Although this time wasn't as exciting or stimulating as the first time, because she had given me oral sex and had a second orgasm, I was still very excited and didn't think too much about it. As a result, when it came time to ejaculate, just like the first time, at that moment, Chen hugged me tightly, her legs clamped together, and I ejaculated inside her. At this point, I had a slight feeling that something was wrong, but it was faint and didn't really catch my attention. I just watched as she asked if I wanted to buy medicine the next day. Sure enough, she kissed me and said she would handle it herself and not to worry me. I suggested we sleep together that night. She didn't say anything, which seemed to be her agreement. We showered and then came back to sleep together, naked.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard erection. She was naked next to me, and I was particularly aroused, so we did it again. She didn't object, but this time she didn't suggest being on top. There was no foreplay; she just kissed me and I penetrated her. I ejaculated outside, and she didn't say anything. I went to work.

A day later, that slight suspicion slowly surfaced. I realized something was wrong. Then I recalled and analyzed things, discovering many inconsistencies. I suspected it might be a trap, that I might have been a sperm donor. Although it seemed unbelievable, I remembered seeing advertisements in tabloids about wealthy men who couldn't have children offering sperm donations for a certain amount of money, with specific requirements for the donor. But it seemed so far-fetched and unbelievable. I couldn't believe such a thing could happen—spending so much money to let someone else have their wife. Later, I learned that sperm donation does exist in society. I don't know what they were thinking, but I just found it unbelievable.

Let me sort out my thoughts. When I first went to rent a room, the listing said male only, which wasn't unusual; many listings have gender restrictions. At first, I thought Chen was worried that a woman moving in would make her husband unfaithful. But then I realized that was impossible, since Jiang was often away from home, so that was the problem.

Then, when we met, he said, whether unintentionally or with obvious interest, "You're quite tall." Looking back, it seemed like he was quite pleased. Of course, I'm recalling this subjectively now; I don't remember his exact tone or expression, but that's the feeling I had.

After that, he wanted to see my medical examination form, which seemed unreasonable. While health factors are considered when moving in, it's unusual to be so strict about requiring a medical examination form. I didn't think much of it then, but now it seems very illogical.

Furthermore, Jiang was never home. How could he so confidently let his wife live with a young man? No man would do that. And Chen isn't ugly; she has a decent figure. This makes even less sense. He was always very enthusiastic and natural when chatting with me, showing no suspicion whatsoever, even after I had sex with his wife. I don't know if he genuinely didn't know or was pretending. Finally

, the most illogical part is the internal ejaculation. I don't know how many years they've been married, but it's definitely three or four, maybe longer, and they certainly don't have children. The first time I had sex with Chen, she gripped me tightly, allowing me to ejaculate inside. She wasn't angry; instead, she said she would handle it herself. I think any decent woman who's had internal ejaculation the first time wouldn't be so calm. The first time she ejaculated inside, she went to wash up and went back to sleep. Let's assume the first time was a coincidence—she just happened to have an orgasm, so she gripped me tightly, preventing me from getting out. But what about the second time?

The second time was even stranger. We did it twice. The first time, I didn't ejaculate inside, and she said, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to ejaculate?" It seemed like she was blaming me for ejaculating too quickly, but now that I think about it, was she implying that I didn't ejaculate inside? Then, this time, I didn't ejaculate inside, and coincidentally, Jiang wasn't coming home that night, so we had time to do it again. That's too much of a coincidence! And the second time, when she finally ejaculated, just like the first time, she gripped me tightly, allowing me to ejaculate inside. If the first time was a coincidence, then this time is too? And her reactions were the same—very calm, telling me not to worry, that she would handle it.

I won't even mention the third time we had sex in the morning. The interval between the first two times was almost a month. This seems like a menstrual cycle. Last month, this time was my fertile window, so we had sex. Then for a month, it was just kissing and touching, nothing more. Then my period came, and I found out I wasn't pregnant, so I had sex again during my next fertile window? Does my analysis make sense?

The more I think about it, the more suspicious I feel. I have this feeling they're trying to use me as a sperm donor. Even though I get to sleep with a respectable young woman, which seems like a good deal, and they're not responsible for the ejaculation, I feel like if it really is a sperm donation, my first child will have to call someone else "Dad," and any children I have with my wife later won't be my first. It's really unsettling and I'm so conflicted that I can't concentrate on work.

What I really want to know right now is whether Chen's relationship with me was genuine infidelity, or if it was a premeditated scheme by the couple to use me as a sperm donor so I'll be kicked out once Chen gets pregnant. Speaking of which, I remembered that when I signed the contract, I wanted a one-year lease, but they only signed a six-month one. It seems like landlords always want long-term leases; I've never seen a short lease that doesn't cover the long term. That's unreasonable.

Ugh, I'm so conflicted now. I want to figure it out, but I don't know how. I can't exactly ask Chen myself: "Did you have sex with me because you were lonely, or are you trying to use me as a sperm donor?" Ugh. So frustrating.

P.S.: I think there's no such thing as a free lunch, only traps that look like free lunches.

You said I didn't actively seduce her, but it's like she's been subtly seducing me, isn't that like I'm throwing myself at her?

And then there's the inside ejaculation and no responsibility, my husband's not home, is it really that good?

The most crucial thing is the interval between the two sexual encounters, almost a month, which seems like a menstrual cycle.

Some people say that once you borrow someone else's body, you don't have to, it's not like that. Your own child calling someone else "Dad," and that person might be your first child.

It's been almost a week and a half since the 6th to the 14th. We've kissed and touched each other, but nothing more.

Just now when I came back, Chen smiled at me and touched my genitals. I touched her breasts and pinched her butt, and then she went back to her room, just like before.

It's the 16th now. When I came back tonight, Chen gave me an ice pop, sat on my bed for a while and chatted for about ten minutes, then went back to her room to go online.

I feel like Chen's gaze towards me now, and the way she talks to me, is really gentle. Could it be fake?

Do you think it's possible that the fake relationship will turn into a real one, and that the person who had the sperm donation might actually develop feelings for someone else?

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