Amin's romantic encounter

Ah Ming's Romantic Encounter

Author: Ling Sichen

My name is Ah Ming, and the romantic encounter I'm about to tell you is perhaps quite simple. However, it's very likely that other men haven't experienced it. This could also be considered an opportunity, or perhaps some decent men, even if they encountered it, wouldn't seize it, but I admit I don't have that kind of willpower.

That incident happened when I was nineteen years old. At that time, I had graduated from high school. Although my family didn't want me to support them, they also couldn't afford to send me to continue my studies or university. So I found a job. The salary wasn't very high, but it was enough for me to live independently. So I moved out, rented a small room, and lived alone.

It wasn't that I had argued with my family; it's just that my family had never cared much about me, practically leaving me to fend for myself. In short, as long as they fed me, that was enough, so I felt particularly happy and satisfied to be able to be independent. My family neither approved nor objected.

Stories of tenants having affairs with sub-landlords are not uncommon, and I was one of them. The environment at the time also seemed to be very favorable to me. The house I rented was large, an old-style tenement building. The landlady, Mrs. Ma, was a young woman in her early twenties. While not exceptionally beautiful, she was certainly not ugly, and possessed a certain charm, especially her captivating smile. She didn't rent out the room because she was short of money; rather, the house was large, and only she and a maid lived there. She felt that having another person would make it less lonely and safer.

Mrs. Ma's husband often didn't come home for a week at a time, as he had business in another city and frequently had to go there to manage it. At that time, I didn't have a girlfriend, but I had already begun to develop an interest in women. I didn't know if Mrs. Ma was interested in me. She was very kind to me and sometimes inquired about my life.

Things happened gradually. One night, because it was so hot, I got up in the middle of the night to take a shower. Since it was late, I didn't think I would run into anyone, so I went out wearing only my underwear. The bathroom lights were always on at night because Mrs. Ma didn't like it too dark. Therefore, I didn't know if anyone was inside, because having the lights on didn't necessarily mean someone was there. I reached the door and saw Mrs. Ma in her pajamas washing her face. Her face was turned towards the door, so she saw me as soon as I appeared. She gave me a slight smile, but I felt very embarrassed and quickly ran back to my room. My heart was pounding, and I secretly hoped she wouldn't be angry with me.

Mrs. Ma didn't blame me. After a while, she gently knocked on my door and said, "Ah Ming, do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes," I said. "Thank you."

I got up and opened the door. By then, I was already wearing my pajama bottoms, but she had already left.

I went into the bathroom to shower. From the smell, I knew Mrs. Ma had showered before opening the door to wash her face. She had also left her clothes in the bathroom, intending to have the maid take them to wash the next day. Since I had such inappropriate thoughts, my behavior became a little strange. I picked up the clothes to examine them, smelling them, and I smelled Mrs. Ma's fragrance. So women smell so good

! This was something I had never experienced before. Women all like to wear powder and perfume, more or less, and these are all fragrances, so a woman's body and clothes will inevitably have this scent, not actually a fleshy fragrance.

I studied her bra and her panties. Such alluring things, and there were even two curly hairs left on her panties, which made me even more fanciful, imagining where those things originally grew. However, it was really hard to imagine, because this was many years ago, and nude magazines were not as daring as they are today. I had only heard of it but never seen it. So it was hard for me to find a basis for comparison. And that's why I especially wanted to see it.

The least fragrant thing was actually the bra. I've heard that women have a milky fragrance, but I can't smell it. There was a slight smell of sweat, though. As for the panties, I hesitated for a while, because she had a husband. If her husband's bodily fluids leaked out, they would have landed on them. But then I remembered that Mr. Ma hadn't been home for a week, so nothing could have happened, and I couldn't see anything wrong with it anyway. So I picked it up and smelled it. It didn't smell as good; it had a slight body odor, but it wasn't foul, and it was very faint. Perhaps it was because of the hot weather that she changed clothes more often.

I spent more time on these clothes than on taking a bath. Luckily, I could take a cold shower, otherwise I don't know how I would have been able to fall asleep.

Since then, I've had many desires for Mrs. Ma. I don't know if I showed them when we met; if I did, it's either that she didn't notice, or she noticed but didn't show it.

A week later, I faced a second, even more intense temptation. This time, I also got up in the middle of the night to take a shower because it was so hot. Last time, she heard me because I made footsteps as I walked towards the bathroom, so she turned around and saw me at the door. This time, I didn't even wear slippers, just showing my feet, so she wouldn't know I was coming. If she was in the bathroom, I had a very slim hope that she was disheveled, so she wouldn't close her clothes if she didn't hear me.

But she wasn't in the bathroom, though I could smell her scent. I seemed to be a step too late. But then I saw that her door was ajar, and light was shining through. My heart started pounding.

I knew Mr. Ma wasn't home tonight, so I mustered up my courage and went to peek.

What I saw made my blood boil, and I was instantly filled with extreme excitement. She was drying herself with a towel in her room, her upper body naked, but unfortunately, she had her back to me. However, if she had been facing me, she would have seen me immediately.

Under the lamplight, Mrs. Ma's skin was so fair and smooth, almost like it was made of flour, incredibly alluring. I stood there watching, watching her touch her body for a while, then pick up a bra, put it on, and reached behind to fasten the clasp.

Back in my room, I lay on the bed, my mind wandering. I imagined the mysterious parts of Mrs. Ma's body that I hadn't seen, but I couldn't come up with anything.

From then on, I was constantly thinking about seeing Mrs. Ma's secret parts, but the opportunity never came; such things are truly a matter of chance.

One night, I wasn't asleep yet, reading in my room, when Mrs. Ma came uninvited. She knocked on my door, and when I opened it, I immediately smelled a strong scent of alcohol; she had been drinking. She

giggled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not drunk."

I'd heard that drunk people always insisted they weren't drunk. Perhaps she wasn't so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing, but she was definitely somewhat intoxicated.

I said, "Oh, I'm not afraid."

Mrs. Ma said, "Then may I come in and sit down? I'm afraid of the dark."

Her fear of the dark wasn't unfounded, because the maid had suddenly quit, and there hadn't been time to hire another. At that time, finding a maid was difficult. Mr. Ma wasn't home either; it was just the two of us. As soon as Mrs.

Ma came in, she sat on my bed. She said softly, "If only my husband liked me as much as you do. He has a woman over there, and when he comes back, he doesn't sleep with me. Do you know how long it's been since he's been intimate with me?"

This was a difficult question for me to answer; after all, it was a matter between her and her husband, and I couldn't very well comment.

She then said, "Look how good you are! You don't have a girlfriend, and you don't go looking for other women."

"I..." My mouth gaped open, but it was just a hole. There really wasn't much to talk about with her. We could exchange pleasantries naturally normally, but sitting together, we couldn't find anything to say. Luckily, Mrs. Ma kept talking, so I wasn't too flustered. She leaned against my bed, and I sat at the foot of the bed. She raised one leg. She was wearing a long robe that reached mid-thigh. At that length, once she sat down, the hem rose quite high, and with her leg raised, her lower body was completely exposed to my view. By "completely exposed," I mean I could see everything she was wearing underneath. At that moment, I saw she was wearing white underwear, the same as the ones I'd seen in the bathroom. The middle section of this robe was double-layered, so while the rest of the garment was highly transparent, this section wasn't. But the surroundings were still incredibly alluring, especially the tender white of her thighs and the glimpses of black hidden beneath the opaque parts.

My lower body immediately reacted so strongly that I wanted to cross my legs. If I were to stand up, I would definitely make a fool of myself.

Mrs. Ma just leaned there with her eyes closed, and for a moment she stopped talking. I really wanted to go over and hug her. But I didn't dare to do it. I was so inexperienced in this kind of thing, and I didn't know how to proceed. If I did it wrong, it would be very bad.

After a while, Mrs. Ma opened her eyes again and said to me, "It's so hot here. I can't wear so many clothes." "

She stood up as she spoke, and actually pulled her nightgown up, over her head, and took it off. I was dumbfounded. Even if she were wearing a bra, it would still be very alluring in this situation, but she wasn't wearing one.

Those two bouncy orbs bounced back and forth, her tender white skin and pink nipples dazzling my eyes.

Mrs. Ma threw off the nightgown and lay back down on the bed. I stared blankly at her fair body, and she smiled and said, 'Do you think I'm beautiful or not?'

I stammered, 'Very...very beautiful.'

Although I didn't know what to do, I couldn't help but start touching her. I grabbed one of her delicate little feet and gently stroked it. She suddenly giggled; it turned out her feet were ticklish. She laughed and rolled around, then rested her head on my lap. My hand naturally went to..." I touched her breasts.

I was so inexperienced, and I did it wrong. She said, "Don't be so rough."

I softened my touch, but it still wasn't right. I was kneading her breasts like two lumps of dough. She corrected me, because this wasn't what she wanted. She took my hand and made me gently rub her nipples with my palm, instructing me, "This is how it feels."

I lightly rubbed the peaks with my palm. It worked, making her breathing quicken. Actually, I knew this was a good method, I just hadn't thought of it before. Since she taught me to do it, I did it.

She moaned and writhed, and even reached out a hand to grasp mine. Wow, that grasp was incredible, almost making me lose control, but I managed to restrain myself.

She was clearly drunk, hence her frenzy, tossing and turning, sometimes kicking the wall. There was a thud. My room was so small that it was very inconvenient to do this. If I moved, I was in danger of either bumping into the wall or falling to the ground, since the bed was a single bed, not enough for two people.

I didn't dare say anything, but she brought it up. She said, "Your bed is too narrow and hard. Let's go to my place."

So we got up, and she wanted me to carry her to her. There was no one else in the room, which was so convenient. We didn't need to put on clothes before going out, and we weren't worried about anyone knowing. No one else in the room would know what we were doing.

When we got to her room, it was indeed very comfortable. The room was large, the bed was wide, and there was air conditioning. In the air conditioning, the heat disappeared. My body was so hot that I felt I absolutely needed a shower, but in the coolness, I felt it wasn't necessary.

And she also made a... She readily accepted my suggestion. She said, "Let's take all our clothes off."

Men are usually not embarrassed to undress in front of women, and I was no exception. However, I was so nervous that I was clumsy and almost tripped over my own pajamas.

She didn't have much left to take off, just a pair of panties. She took them off and lay on the bed waiting for me. I went over and embraced her, admiring her body in the soft light and comfortable environment. The pleasure was wonderful; I had never imagined it could be like this, and all the words I had read before were insufficient to describe it.

I saw Mrs. Ma's vulva. That place wasn't particularly aesthetically pleasing, yet its allure was so strong. I didn't quite know what to do, so she taught me how to move my hands to make her feel good. And I was a very good student. She learned very well in no time.

I really couldn't understand why Mr. Ma neglected such a beautiful woman. Although I had never seen another woman's body and had no way to compare, I knew she was first-rate; her figure was so good, and her face was sweet. Perhaps what she lacked compared to a young girl was that she was slightly plump and fuller, but many young girls are also plump, which can be seen without undressing, and once seen, one loses their appetite. In any case, if her appearance were compared with other women, she would surpass many others.

My hands moved according to her instructions, and sometimes I would kiss her. Unfortunately, I couldn't fully taste her fleshy fragrance because the smell of alcohol was too strong. When a person drinks alcohol, every pore smells of alcohol, and the mouth is naturally the strongest. It turns out that the other mouth also smells of alcohol. Maybe it's just my imagination. I know, because we haven't known each other for very long. She asked me to kiss her, but I didn't kiss her with much effort. I always felt that kissing that place didn't quite feel right. What

I was most interested in was actually doing it, something I had never done before. The moment my glans touched her vulva, she couldn't help but lean in, and she taught me how to thrust. As I watched my penis going in and out of her body, I thought that Mrs. Ma and I could finally have sex. If she hadn't been so proactive, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily. It's amazing how relationships can be. It's so difficult for one thing to get close to another, and even more difficult to coordinate after getting close. But once the barrier is removed, it's as easy as shaking hands.

At that moment, I was like a knight going into battle for the first time, only knowing how to charge forward. But her reaction was also very strong. I don't know if it was because she had been drinking. She cried out loudly and convulsed several times. At the time, I thought she was just exhausted, but later I realized it was a sign of ecstasy; she was convulsing because she was experiencing extreme pleasure.

After what I know was a short time, my climax ended. I felt almost dead; I could feel my semen gushing out. Fortunately, her reaction was strong. Although my time was short, I was still able to satisfy her, and she had several orgasms.

At this point, we both fell asleep in a daze. It turned out that we were so tired and sleepy afterward. I fell asleep without realizing it. She did too, and our lower bodies were still together.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a pair of soft hands stroking my body. I woke up; I was still on top of Mrs. Ma, and... My penis remained inside her vagina.

Mrs. Ma woke up, her vagina contracting, and I felt her squeezing me. My penis slowly hardened again inside her, and I felt a surge of desire. I asked her if it was okay, and she nodded, but she told me not to be so rough, and to try to penetrate deeper. However, I found it difficult to control the rhythm. Yes, she said sometimes to be slow, sometimes to be fast, but I couldn't tell when she wanted to be fast and when to be slow.

For me, the faster the better; telling me to slow down just didn't feel right, so most of the time I was fast, thrusting my thick, hard penis wildly into her vagina. In any case, she convulsed several more times. Then, I ejaculated inside her again. After that, we slept together.

Actually, this was quite dangerous. If Mr. Ma came in the middle of the night, he might not necessarily return during the day. However, I didn't know what time he usually came, because I went to work during the day and went to sleep shortly after returning home. Sometimes I would see him when I came home from work, but I didn't know when he returned. At the time, I didn't think about this possibility carefully.

The next morning, I woke up, still beside Mrs. Ma. The room light was still on, but white light was shining in from the window. In this light, she looked even more alluring. She was lying there with her arms outstretched, spread-eagled. I couldn't resist again. By this time, I had become more skilled and didn't need her help.

I positioned myself, and she was still so wet and slippery, so I finished quickly.

This, of course, gave her a strong sensation. She opened her eyes and said, "How is it you?"

Her words startled me, because she meant she knew nothing about it. I was almost paralyzed with fear, but I was young and vigorous, full of life, and not so easily defeated. I simply stood there, motionless, as if awaiting judgment. She didn't object, but closed her eyes and moaned, her body slowly beginning to move. Her movement was a proclamation for me to move, so I thrust wildly again.

She experienced many more blissful moments. Later, as I grew older and gained more experience with other women, I realized she was a truly formidable opponent. Her reactions were quite unique, because most women don't so clearly let you know they've reached their climax, but she made it very obvious that I had finally reached my destination. Only then did I realize that my exertion was rather strenuous. Perhaps it was because I had ejaculated too many times in a short period, and I couldn't replenish myself.

After we rested for a while, she said, "I thought I was dreaming last night, but it turns out it was real."

I didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. She smelled strongly of alcohol last night and was quite drunk, but she didn't seem to be that drunk. Her speech was a bit slurred, but at least she taught me how to do it. " How can someone who's drunk teach others?"

she laughed. "I act very strangely after drinking, I become a completely different person."

I said, "I didn't know, I thought you..."

"It's not really your fault," she said. "You probably don't know, but tell me in detail what happened last night."

I told her everything that happened last night, and she blushed and said, "It's even less your fault, you're a boy, how could you resist such temptation?"

I said, "Why did you drink?"

"I'm so depressed," Mrs. Ma sighed, "You know my husband neglects me, he's often nowhere to be seen, how much time does he spend with me?"

I said, "Is it true that he has other women outside?"

"Probably," she said. "A friend of mine saw him with a woman, he didn't admit it, and I didn't ask. It's been going on for a long time, what's the point of arguing? Besides, he doesn't get intimate with me when he comes home, does a man never want to be intimate?"

"Never even once?" I asked.

"Only once in a long while," she said.

“I really don’t understand,” I said. “You’re so lovely, how can he act like you don’t exist?”

“Men,” Mrs. Ma said, “they get tired of their wives after a while. And he might have been unfaithful, I wonder if he caught some dirty disease and is afraid of infecting me.”

I said, “Would he not even know if he caught it?”

“Don’t you understand? There’s a disease that only manifests after seven days. Before it manifests, you don’t feel anything, you just know it’s contagious. He was afraid I would catch it too, so he waited for the full seven days.” Mrs. Ma continued, “You say I’m lovely, do you think I’m really lovely? What do you like about me?”

I hugged her and said, “You’re such a lovely woman. Your smile is so sweet, and when we’re intimate, I really enjoy it.”

She smiled and said, “You haven’t been with any other women, how do you know?”

I said, “I don’t care what others do, I just know you’re lovely.”

She kissed me, then pushed me away and said, “Alright, you have to get up now.” "

In fact, it was already quite late, and I had to go to work, and I was definitely going to be late. But Mrs. Ma wasn't thinking about that. She said calmly, 'Let's not do this again. Let's pretend it never happened. It was really wrong. I'm not blaming you, but I don't want to feel guilty.'" "

I thought to myself. Since her husband has wronged her, what is she afraid of? But I can't tell her about this, because what I'm doing is indeed wrong; I've already taken another man's wife. Should I speak ill of her husband to her?

I said, 'Since we've already done it, can't we secretly do it again when we have the chance?'

She gently stroked my hair and said, 'No, let's pretend it never happened, okay?'

I was heartbroken. After that, when she saw me, she acted as if nothing had happened and never mentioned the incident again.

But I wasn't completely disappointed, otherwise I would have moved out. Besides, she didn't ask me to move out, and she might still drink. Since she said she becomes a different person after drinking, wouldn't she be able to do the same thing again?

A few days later, Mr. Ma came back. I felt very embarrassed when I saw Mr. Ma, and I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened. Fortunately, he..." I knew nothing about this, and he rarely spoke to me.

His arrival filled me with jealousy. Could he be having an affair with Mrs. Ma? Mrs. Ma said he hadn't been intimate with her in a long time, but that was uncertain; perhaps this time would be different. I was both envious and jealous. He could be with her openly and legitimately, yet according to her, he didn't enjoy her; according to Mrs. Ma, he was merely going through the motions. What a waste! Lost in these thoughts, I fell asleep. Two

days later, Mr. Ma left again. In any case, Mrs. Ma said he didn't want to stay home, which was true.

Perhaps it was for business, perhaps not, but if it really was for business, Mrs. Ma wouldn't have been drinking or contacting me.

The night Mr. Ma left, Mrs. Ma came again.

That night was Saturday, and I didn't have to go to work the next day, so I was reading in my room when she knocked on the door again. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled her alcohol. She smiled at me and said, "Come to my room." “

But…” Before I could say anything, she turned and left. She didn’t give me a chance to speak.

I hesitated for a moment, then finally went to her room.

Her door was wide open, and she was lying on the bed. She smiled and beckoned, saying, “Come and be with me, I really like you.”

I guessed that Mr. Ma had left without being intimate with her this time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have acted this way, drinking and calling me over. Nevertheless, I still asked her if she had been intimate with me. She said resentfully, “No, he came back and made excuses about being tired and not feeling well, he wouldn’t be with me. The last time I did that was the last time with you.”

I thought to myself, what a pity. Such a lovely woman, and Mr. Ma doesn’t even know how to cherish her.

This time, I could kiss her freely again, meaning I could kiss places I wouldn't normally want to. I really didn't want to. But I had developed deep feelings for her, and Mr. Ma hadn't been with her before. And it turned out she particularly enjoyed this; she pushed my head towards her, teaching me how to use my lips and tongue. Mr. Ma certainly wouldn't do this to her, because he wasn't even interested in her, let alone do something so strenuous. So who taught her to do this? Perhaps Mr. Ma treated her this way in the beginning. Everyone has their beginnings; they were newlyweds, of course, very loving. In any case, Mrs. Ma thoroughly enjoyed this; her reaction was very strong. After a while

, Mrs. Ma pushed my head away and said, "Ah Ming, I should serve you too. Let's change positions. You lie down on the bed first."

So, I lay on Mrs. Ma's bed, and she lay on top of me. She brought her vulva to my mouth, and at the same time, put my glans into her mouth. She sucked and licked my penis; I had never experienced anything like it before. The feeling was even more stimulating than when we had sex. Therefore, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. I dared not release myself in her mouth, yet I didn't want this extraordinary pleasure to end so soon, so I forced myself to suppress my sexual urge. But Mrs. Ma's oral skills were truly remarkable. In a moment of unbearable frustration, I finally warned her, "Mrs. Ma, if you keep going like this, I might ejaculate in your mouth."

Mrs. Ma spat out my glans and said with a smile, "I want you to ejaculate in my mouth, so feel free to release yourself."

Before Mrs. Ma finished speaking, my semen gushed out from my glans. Some of it entered her mouth, and a few splashed onto her genitals. Mrs. Ma quickly put my glans back into her mouth, sucking hard until I finished ejaculating. She kept the penis in her mouth for a while before swallowing all the semen I had ejaculated. She then used her fingers to wipe the semen that had just been ejaculated onto her tip and ate it as well.

Next, Mrs. Ma put my limp penis into her mouth. I gratefully licked and kissed her vulva,

teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Mrs. Ma trembled all over, and her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Although the fluid didn't have any particular odor, I didn't swallow it. Instead, I spat out a lot of saliva, making her vulva wet.

Mrs. Ma was still swallowing my penis hesitantly, and unexpectedly, my penis became erect again in her mouth. Mrs. Ma turned to me and said, "You're great. Do you want to go inside me again?"

I nodded, and Mrs. Ma smiled and said, "You just came once, you must be tired. Let me take over."

As she spoke, Mrs. Ma turned around and squatted on my waist, enveloping my erect penis in her vagina. Before she could say anything, I reached out and caressed her breasts. I particularly enjoyed this position; I could enjoy the pleasure of my penis inside her while easily playing with her snow-white and tender breasts. She also lowered her head, gazing at me with deep affection, swallowing my penis with her own while watching my reaction.

After playing for a while, I noticed she was tired, so I pulled her down and pressed her breasts against my chest. Wow, it truly lived up to the ancient description of "warm jade against the chest"—it felt incredibly comfortable. We hugged for a long time before changing positions. I had her lie on the edge of the bed, first letting her legs dangle, then I sat on her lap and squeezed my penis between her legs into her vagina. My hands caressed her breasts. I asked her what she thought of this position, and she told me, "The characteristic of this position is the close contact. Because my legs are together, my vagina is tightly closed, giving you a very squeezing feeling. But you have to go slowly, otherwise we might both get chafed."

I also found thrusting a bit difficult, so I lifted her two tender legs high and then inserted my thick, hard penis into her vagina. At this moment, her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, making a strange sound as I thrust in and out, which made me laugh. Mrs. Ma laughed too. She said, "Ah Ming, are you laughing at how wet and juicy I am?"

I laughed and said, "The more wet, the better! How can we play without water?"

Mrs. Ma said again, "Your thing is so long, it's tickling my spot."

I said, "I'm just afraid that when you wake up tomorrow, you won't remember anything again."

Mrs. Ma laughed and said, "Last time I was really drunk and out of control, but this time I really want to be with you."

I said, "But you've still been drinking, I don't know if you're just talking nonsense."

Mrs. Ma said, "Being drunk or not doesn't matter, the most important thing is to fuck me hard. I'd even fuck you to death."

Seeing how horny she was, I grabbed her ankles with both hands and started thrusting wildly until Mrs. Ma's eyes rolled back and her hands and feet turned cold. Suddenly, she seemed to faint and stopped moving. I panicked and quickly put my fingers into her opening, thankfully she was still breathing. I was relieved. At this moment, I was ready to go, but I didn't want to go through with it like a necrophiliac, so I stopped for the time being, even though I really wanted to. After a while, she slowly woke up; the hypersensitive phase had passed, and she urged me to continue. She asked me to finish quickly because she had had enough.

But even if I wanted to finish quickly, it wasn't easy, because I had already ejaculated in her mouth once, and her reaction wasn't very strong anymore, so I didn't seem to be getting any encouragement. She noticed this, so she changed positions. She lay on the bed and let me do it from behind, first making it clear that I wasn't allowed to touch her anus. Then she let me penetrate her vagina. This time it worked very well; the series of thrusts aroused her again, and when she was quite satisfied, I erupted like a volcano, ejaculating into her vagina. Mrs.

Ma was so tired that she immediately fell asleep. At this point, I started to consider whether it would be better to sleep next to her or go back to my own room. In the end, I decided to go back to my own room to sleep. If she woke up the next day and said she shouldn't do it again, that wouldn't be good. Maybe she really didn't remember after drinking, so let her not remember. That way, there would be a chance for a next time.

After that, Mrs. Ma and I met several more times in this manner, and I would always leave after a short rest and return to my room. I knew this was better, because she neither asked me to stay nor wanted me to stay, so she could pretend nothing had happened the next day. This was probably a matter of pride; she knew it wasn't right, but she wanted to do it anyway, so she did it and acted as if nothing had happened.

We continued like this. I was always worried that this situation wouldn't last long. Perhaps one day she would tell me she didn't want to continue this relationship, or maybe she would ask me to move out.

I knew it wouldn't last, but I never expected it to develop this way. One time, Mr. Ma suddenly came and caught us. Looking back, I felt incredibly stupid and careless, because I should have locked the door first. But I didn't think to do that.

That night, Mr. Ma suddenly returned. At that moment, I was in a state of ecstasy and had no way to escape. He burst in without even closing the door. I was still on top of his wife, about to finish my ecstatic act. Mr. Ma rushed over, yelling, and pulled me to the ground. If it had really been a fight, I might not have been able to beat him. But given the circumstances, I knew I was in the wrong, so I didn't dare fight back.

Mrs. Ma was lying on the bed, eyes closed and motionless. Mr. Ma berated me for taking advantage of his wife while she was drunk.

She was drunk, completely unconscious. It certainly seemed that way now, but before that, she had been moaning and praising, only falling silent and still when she heard the door open. I believed she was faking her drunkenness so she could abstain from all her duties. But I couldn't expose her. What good would it do? It would be detrimental to her and wouldn't benefit me. So, I had no choice but to beg Mr. Ma for forgiveness.

Mr. Ma looked at my naked body and suddenly said, "I'll spare you, but you must obey me."

I whispered, "As long as you don't pursue the matter, I'm willing to do anything for you as compensation."

Mr. Ma looked at his wife, who was lying naked on the bed, seemingly "completely drunk." Unexpectedly, he said to me, "Alright, I want you to continue having sex with her in front of me. Do it now."

"This…" I was at a loss. After the shock, even my penis had gone limp. I said, "In this state, even if I wanted to, I couldn't."

Mr. Ma said, "Okay, I'll go take a shower first, but when I come out, you must be having sex with her."

With that, he indeed stripped completely naked in front of me and went into the bathroom. This sudden turn of events left me completely bewildered. Why would Mr. Ma want me to defile his wife in front of him? Was he a bit of a pervert, or did he have some bigger scheme? I couldn't figure it out.

Looking at Mrs. Ma on the bed, she was still lying on her back in the same position she had just made me have sex with. I suddenly found her particularly alluring; she lay there spread-eagled. Every part of her naked body exuded feminine power. My penis hardened again. So, disregarding our surroundings, I pounced on Mrs. Ma.

Continuing what I'd been doing, I straddled her and inserted my penis into her vagina. With each thrust, Mrs. Ma's vagina grew increasingly wet, and she finally responded. She involuntarily succumbed to orgasm,

wrapping her arms around me and moaning softly.

Just then, Mr. Ma emerged from the bathroom after showering. He gestured for me to turn his wife over and play "doggy style."

I saw only lust in his eyes, no hostility. So I did as he asked. Mrs. Ma seemed to be aware of this, and she cooperated by letting me turn her over.

Seeing Mr. Ma's penis already erect between her legs, I whispered, "Mr. Ma, why don't you do it?"

Mr. Ma replied, "No, you do it. I want to watch you two play."

I simply thrust in again. By this time, Mrs. Ma was completely absorbed in my thrusting, but she only moaned and never opened her eyes. Mr. Ma finally joined in, and he made his wife perform oral sex. At this point, Mrs. Ma had her husband's glans in her mouth. My penis was inserted into her vagina, and she was quite full. However, Mr. Ma quickly ejaculated in her mouth. He lay down to rest, leaving me to finish what I hadn't done. I was already on the verge of climaxing, and now I couldn't control myself anymore.

After hastily ejaculating inside Mrs. Ma, I quietly slipped back to my room.

After this, I planned to move out, but I found that the Chen family hadn't kicked me out, so I didn't move out immediately. Strangely, not only did Mrs. Ma act as if nothing had happened between us, but Mr. Ma also seemed to have never caught me and his wife in bed together. Moreover, Mrs. Ma would still occasionally come to call me when she was drunk. Even more bizarrely, sometimes when I entered her room, her husband was also present. But he also seemed drunk and didn't seem to mind that Mrs. Ma and I were having sex in front of him. At first, I was very uncomfortable with this, and seeing Mrs. Ma being intimate with her husband made me feel a little uneasy. However, after a couple of times, I got used to it. I even found the two men with one woman particularly exciting.

Soon after, Mrs. Ma became pregnant. The drunken incidents with her husband stopped happening. Although everything else remained the same, I felt uneasy.

Mrs. Ma finally gave birth to a boy. She and Mr. Ma were very loving, and she stopped drinking completely.

When she and Mr. Ma made love, it was as if I didn't exist. I could hear her moans of ecstasy and peek at their lovemaking. But I never touched her body again.

I finally moved out of the Ma family home, feeling bored. I left still with a lingering question in my mind. It wasn't until three years later, when I happened to see Mrs. Ma with her son, that it all became clear.

Mrs. Ma's son looked exactly like someone in an old photograph I treasured when he was three years old.

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