The young woman said I had finally succeeded.

The first time I saw her, she was wearing a newly made black dress with gold trim, her chest was high and she walked with her eyes straight ahead, looking aloof and arrogant.
Seeing her self-important attitude, I secretly made up my mind: what's so great about her? Watch how I handle her.
Once a goal is set, action must be taken. Before long, through careful observation and investigation, a basic understanding and grasp of her daily preferences and whereabouts was quickly obtained.
Because her husband and children were not around, she spent most of her free time at the mahjong table, except for work. But whether it was due to limited skills or bad luck, she always lost more than she won.
In casual conversations, she mostly sighs and complains about losing 100 yesterday and 50 the day before. She rarely looks radiant or elated. If she does, it's because she won today.
Women like her who don't need to take care of their families in their spare time are rare. It would be difficult to maintain a card game every day. Observing their expressions and catering to their preferences is naturally a method I have always used to please women.
Before long, I naturally became her card-playing partner. Although I was young at the time, as a gambler, I was no longer "young"; I could basically be described as "experienced" and "battle-hardened." I had no interest in their small-scale gambling games, but my real intentions were elsewhere.
To please her, I would deliberately give her the cards she wanted while playing cards, or intentionally let her win. I would also make some small moves when playing and shuffling the cards, using some special "skills" and "techniques" to create favorable conditions for her to win money.
And at crucial moments, I would intentionally or unintentionally give her some explicit hints. In short, since I cooperated with her, her "luck" has greatly improved. She has obviously won more and lost less, and her happy expression has gradually increased.
Of course, she was aware of my special "attention," because I played a crucial role in her transformation from a "long-time loser" to a "long-time winner."
As time went by, our special relationship as "colleagues and card-playing buddies" gradually brought us closer.
From initial indifference to now constantly referring to someone as "little brother," it only took less than half a month. I know I've already succeeded in the first step.
Once a woman gets close to you, all that's left is opportunity and courage.
Because of the excuse of playing cards, there were more opportunities to be alone with her, but just having opportunities to be alone with her wasn't enough; there were also conditions...
Only when the conditions and opportunities are met can you have a chance of success, and this chance can become a reality if you plan and strategize carefully.
As usual, we agreed to meet at her house. I remember it was drizzling that day, and as we set off, I started having all sorts of fantasies. How exciting and novel it would be to have an affair with a married woman in the drizzling rain!
When I arrived at her house, the mahjong table was already set up, and she was anxiously waiting inside.
"Where are the others?" Although I pretended to be concerned about the card game, I was thinking to myself how great it would be if the two people I made an appointment with couldn't show up.
As luck would have it, half an hour later, the first friend I had made an appointment with called to say that her daughter had a high fever and had to go to the hospital, so she couldn't come.
Although she harbored resentment, since the other person was genuinely in trouble, she couldn't harbor too much complaint...
When I called the other person, they called back and said that my husband's father had just come from the countryside and was mediating a conflict between his brothers' families. He couldn't come right away.
Although I pretended to watch TV, I heard the entire phone call clearly. The opportunity was rare, and I was overjoyed to be facing the prey I had been eyeing for so long. I squinted and secretly looked at her.
Holy crap! She looks so sexy today, wearing a brand new, well-fitting black cheongsam that tightly hugs her slightly upturned, plump buttocks, and her high, full breasts are practically bursting out from under the curves, so alluring and tempting.
After making several phone calls, she walked out of the room helplessly: "Young man, we can't play today. It's raining outside, and none of them want to come."
"Never mind then..." I pretended to be indifferent.
The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder, so I got up and pretended to be about to go out.
"Hey, it's raining so hard, why don't you play a little longer before you go?" Her face flushed slightly as she said this...
Although we've known each other for a long time, it was the first time we'd been alone in a room with no one else around, so it was understandable that she asked me to stay, especially with the rain being so heavy.
But perhaps it's impossible for a married woman to remain calm and composed when she's with such a vibrant young man in such heavy rain.
Her blushing was perhaps because she had thought of this reason, but this subtle expression did not escape my hunter's eyes. Heh, where do you think you're going? I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy...
"Do you have a DVD? I want to watch some DVDs, TV is so boring..."
It's impossible for a middle-aged couple, who are as fierce as wolves and tigers, not to have yellow discs at home. My reason for choosing to look at the discs was purposeful.
She opened the drawer with CDs and let me choose for myself. I flipped through it, but all I found were newly printed business cards. I couldn't find what I was looking for.
"Is there anything interesting?"
"What? What's so interesting about it? Aren't those movies interesting?" She knew exactly what I was going to say, but deliberately changed the subject.
"Hehe, do you think I'm a child?" I teased her on purpose.
"Are you an adult?" She pretended to be an adult.
"I'm very bad..." I walked over and got closer to her.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"Doing something naughty..." I leered as I approached her.
"No, no, no, I'm your older sister..." She retreated step by step, with no way back but the sofa blocking her way.
"So it's not okay if I like the older sister?" I chuckled softly, took her hand, and she backed away in fright, sitting down on the sofa. I took the opportunity to pounce on her and find her lips.
She dodged away, her face flushed red.
"No...no..." she cried out, but her voice was weak and feeble.
At this point, the woman is powerless to defend herself, and sometimes, this kind of evasive woman is even more arousing.
Dry wood and a raging fire, once lit, will burn fiercely.
The rain poured down, the loud noise unable to mask her heavy breathing, our tongues swirling wildly in each other's mouths...
The first time I was with a woman wearing a cheongsam, I tried to touch her all over but couldn't get anywhere, so I could only explore the cheongsam itself...
She reached out a hand, gently unzipped one side of the zipper, and slowly backed away...
Wow, her skin is so beautifully maintained, smooth and delicate, soft and elastic. I greedily kissed her all the way down her neck...
She lay sprawled on the sofa, panting softly. I gently unhooked her bra. What beautiful breasts, pointed and incredibly elastic…
I gently nibbled at it with my teeth, and she couldn't help but let out an "Oh...". Perhaps I used too much force, or perhaps she couldn't help herself.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and licked them incessantly with the tip of my tongue, sometimes gently nibbling with my teeth, sometimes swallowing them with my mouth, making "smack...smack" sounds as I skillfully performed these actions.
"Oh, be gentle, be gentle..." she murmured.
Her head was buried deep in the sofa. Her cheongsam was off, her bra was off, and she was only wearing a pair of black, narrow-brimmed panties. I didn't rush to take them off, but instead slowly stroked along the outer edge of the panties...
Rub from top to bottom, along the convex and concave areas, then slip your fingers inside the edge of the panties...
Ah, the grass was already soaked. I slowly probed inside. How tempting the wet place was, sticky and warm. The two petals were already slightly open, and the restless flower bushes were yearning to enter...
Without further hesitation, I joined my fingers together and pointed deep into the flower's heart, stirring rapidly, faster and faster...
"Oh, um..." she moaned softly, her body moving rhythmically in time with the movement of my two fingers.
But at this time, his mouth never left her pointed nipples, and the tips of his teeth rubbed and squeezed...the two places moved at the same time...
Under intense stimulation, her primal desires were quickly aroused, and her body stretched out, writhing incessantly on the sofa...
Not satisfied with my harassment on the edge, she pulled one hand out from under me, wrapped it around my back, and thrust it between my legs, gripping my rock-hard penis tightly and slowly stroking it without speeding up...
She teased and provocatively kneaded my penis, and when I got up and took off all my clothes, looking at my erect member, she chuckled, "It's so long..."
I flicked my penis with my hand, deliberately raising it high, and asked with a lewd grin, "Ready?"
"You little rascal..." she scolded, then buried her head in the sofa like a child...
This action was incredibly tempting and stimulating. I practically ripped off her panties, climbed onto her back, parted her legs, and precisely entered her already soaking wet flower cave from behind...
No guidance was needed; the passage was already smooth and unobstructed. Having given birth, the vagina was already loose, and with the added pre-heating, the penis, though thick, moved with ease and grace...
The relaxed flower cave has its own unique wonders. Because of the relaxation, the direct stimulation to the root of the penis is relatively reduced. Not only does the accumulated magma erupt instantly, but the thrusting becomes faster, more intense, and deeper with her waves of pleasurable moans...
She turned over, lying on her back with her legs raised high, her opening wide, dripping with a continuous stream of vaginal fluid, like a deep, unfathomable hole that needed to be filled with something enormous to satisfy her.
Thrust, thrust, and thrust again, deeper and deeper, I held one of her raised legs in each hand, like a tireless old man pushing a cart, pushing rapidly in a "cart-pushing" motion...
Although the rain was heavy, the "plop, plop" sounds of the penis and vagina being thrust into each other were still clearly audible. The pent-up desire and lust, under the intense stimulation of the thrusting, finally reached their peak after 1000 rounds...
A surge of heat shot down from the top of my head and gushed out...
"Wow..." I couldn't help but shout, as I collapsed weakly against her already sweat-soaked chest, burying my face between her breasts, panting heavily...
She held me tightly in front of her breasts with both hands, and wouldn't let go for a long, long time.
"You little rascal, you finally succeeded..." she said with satisfaction.
Haha, so she was aware of my plot all along.
Think about it: how can a woman in her prime, whose husband is away for most of the year, be content with her lot?
Thus, the plan to seduce the young woman was successfully completed. The lecherous man, still enjoying the experience, couldn't bear to stop and kept asking about what happened next...
Later I told her that after I won the game, the card games stopped, and I would go to her house almost every night to play cards like crazy...
During those days, I always hunched over, and anyone with a sensitive nature would know that it was due to kidney deficiency. This affair continued until her husband returned from out of town.
"Are you still in contact? Now?"
Some people pressed me for answers, but I just smiled and remained silent...
I just ran into her in the city center the day before yesterday. We smiled at each other and passed by. I don't want to contact her anymore, and she doesn't want to contact me anymore either. Isn't that a good thing?

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