There are a lot of sluts in QQ groups.

I met Chen Jing in a QQ group for a charity event. Because I was quite active in the activities and popular in the group, even though everyone knew I was married, several girls still admired me. She was one of them. Although she was a lurker in the group, we chatted privately every now and then. After chatting for a few months, she asked me to meet up. Our first meeting was just a simple meal. After

parking the car, I sent her a text message, and a while later, a girl in a long floral dress walked over. Although she wasn't very tall, she had a well-proportioned figure, shoulder-length short hair, a small bust, and a shallow cleavage, but she had a pretty face with a touch of allure and a strong, authoritative aura. However, she had a beautiful smile. Thinking back now, she looked a bit like Fan Bingbing.

Our first few dates were just eating together and chatting about everyday things. At the time, she was single, and we didn't go beyond being ordinary friends. Later, she got a boyfriend, and we contacted each other less. But her boyfriend was always away on business trips, and she was often home alone. Because of her health issues, she was constantly seeing doctors and taking medication, and she didn't have a job, so she became more dependent on me. She would call me for meals, shopping, and even if there was nothing going on, she would invite me to her place for a chat.

I worked 24-hour shifts, and after my night shift, I had a whole day off. Although I had a part-time job, I could choose whether or not to go. Whenever Chen Jing called me, I would make up some excuse to get out of work.

Once, I went to her place and chatted for a while. Because I was tired from work and had driven for over an hour, I was overcome with sleepiness and fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I found her changing clothes by the bed. She was wearing a t-shirt, which she had just pulled over her head, and her two breasts were fully exposed in front of me. They weren't big, but they were round and firm, with darker nipples and areolas. Her rented room was quite small, with only a large bed, a dining table, and a wardrobe. We sat on the bed chatting, very close together. I could smell her faint body fragrance. My eyes kept darting to the bulge on her t-shirt and her short shorts that barely covered her crotch; I couldn't see the outline of her underwear, so she probably wasn't wearing any. Before leaving, she asked me to come back to her place after I finished my part-time job that night, saying we wanted to go to a small theater to see a two-person comedy show together.

That evening, I went to her house as promised. When she opened the door, she had already changed her top and was wearing a bra, but she was still wearing her shorts. I stood in the kitchen waiting for her to change before going inside. Chen Jing awkwardly told me that her stomach had gotten bigger and her old jeans couldn't be pulled up anymore. I bent down to help her button them up, and they were indeed very tight. So I unzipped them, revealing her red lace panties, and then pulled her jeans down to her knees. This time, I could see even more clearly; a few pubic hairs were sticking out. My blood was boiling at that moment, and I forgot to help her pull them back up. She didn't say anything or stop me. After a few seconds, I remembered to pull her pants back up, zipped them up, and buttoned them up tightly. I jokingly told her she'd gained weight and needed new pants, to which she replied that she'd buy two new ones at the night market later.

After dinner at the night market, we strolled around, picking out clothes from the stalls. There were no fitting rooms, only a cloth covering the area. One stall owner even told her, "Have your husband hold it up for you; you can change here." We both just laughed and didn't explain. After browsing several stalls and selecting a few suitable items, I paid for them, and then we went to a small theater. The Errenzhuan (a type of folk performance) in the Northeast small theater wasn't as boring as it is on TV. It had singing, talking, and joking, especially the vulgar jokes, which made the audience laugh uproariously. It was my first time seeing this kind of thing. She said that friends used to bring her here often, but now those friends have all gone their separate ways, and only I accompanied her.

It was quite late when we got back to her place, but just to be safe, we kept a good distance from each other, entering the building one after the other. After showering, we watched TV on the bed for a while before turning off the lights and going to sleep. She changed back into her loungewear t-shirt and shorts, while I was only wearing my underwear. We lay there, each lost in our own thoughts. After a while, she turned to face me and lay on her side, her hand quietly resting on my crotch, gently touching me through my underwear. The gentle feeling was completely different from when my wife touched me. My wife touches me because she wants to have sex, to get me hard so I can penetrate her; her hand isn't that gentle, and her touch isn't very comfortable. When Chen Jing touched me like that, I instantly became aroused, my underwear bulging. She still touched me slowly and deliberately, holding my penis through my underwear and stroking it gently. After a while, she pulled my underwear down halfway and started playing with my penis directly, sometimes rubbing it, sometimes stroking it up and down, sometimes touching my testicles.

My mind was a complete mess; I didn't know how to approach her. I placed my hand on her stomach, and she grabbed it with her other hand, pulling it towards her chest before letting go. I followed her lead and started touching her breasts. They weren't big, and they felt small too—easily encircled with one hand—but they were very elastic. Her small nipples hardened after just a few touches. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my fingers, and even this stimulation made her pant heavily, occasionally accompanied by soft moans.

I didn't know how far she was willing to go, and I didn't dare to rashly remove her clothes. I could only keep my hand inside her clothes, caressing her breasts. She squeezed my penis slightly, and I squeezed her nipples harder. She pried open my penis, and I gripped her entire breast. We were both struggling with each other's touch. As her breathing became heavier and her moans clearer, her hand began to stroke my penis up and down, helping me masturbate.

Stimulated, I barely managed to hold back my ejaculation. I lifted her t-shirt completely up to her collarbone, leaned in, and took one of her breasts into my mouth while my hand grasped the other. Sometimes I circled it with my tongue, sometimes I pulled it up around the nipple, while my other hand was busy playing with the nipple or squeezing the entire breast. Her moans grew louder, and her strokes became faster and faster. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated, some of it landing on her hand, and some on my own thighs and the sheets.

To be honest, my wife often gives me oral sex at home, but this was the first time I'd ever ejaculated while being masturbated by a woman like this.

My penis lay there limp and lifeless, and I lay down, exhausted. It wasn't the ejaculation that was tiring, but the back aching from bending over and playing with her breasts.

She teased me, saying, "You came." I didn't reply to her, so she got up, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and came back with some tissues to gently wipe the semen off my body and the bed. After she finished, she lay down next to me, her head in the crook of my arm, her hand on my limp penis. We didn't say another word and fell asleep in each other's arms.

This was my first real intimate contact with Chen Jing. Before, we had only held hands, and she had kissed my cheek, but we had never touched each other's bodies like that night. Because her home was quite far from my workplace, in another city (which is why I can have all sorts of excuses not to go home, because my home is far from my workplace, and I often don't go back because I'm too tired or busy, and my wife is used to it), I left before dawn the next day to save time. She was still asleep when I left.

One day after work, I received a call from her. She said her boyfriend was away on a business trip again, and the door to the TV cabinet at home had fallen off. She didn't know how to fix it herself and asked if I was free. I laughed at her for being so clumsy, asking for help for something like this. She said coquettishly that I was a jack-of-all-trades, and who else could she ask but me?

She had the tools, so I bought some screws from the hardware store downstairs and went upstairs. As soon as I entered, she smiled and said, "You're my savior! I don't know what I would have done without you." The

old-fashioned TV cabinet door was simple; I just screwed the hinges back onto the cabinet, and it was done. After finishing the cabinet door, we ate the dumplings she had made herself. To avoid any passion later that night, and because bad breath affects mood, I only dipped them in vinegar.

Like last time, we washed up, watched some TV, and went to bed. She reached out and started being indecent again. This time, I was bolder and directly touched her breasts. Because she hadn't let me touch her genitals last time, I didn't dare to be presumptuous this time, proceeding gradually. She played with my penis with one hand, I rubbed her breasts with the other, and with the other hand, I held her head and leaned in to kiss her. At first, she was a little evasive, but when our lips met and our tongues intertwined, she completely gave up. Our tongues intertwined, our saliva mixed, and all we could hear was our heavy breathing. She wasn't satisfied after touching me for a while, so she pulled down my underwear and continued to play with my penis, gradually increasing the speed of her masturbation. Having learned from my previous experience, this time I held her down and said, "If you keep masturbating like that, I'm going to ejaculate again." She whispered, "Then I'll be gentler."

Our tongues intertwined again, kissing for a while. I followed her chin, neck, and down her body, her hands never leaving my penis. I pulled up her t-shirt, and she leaned forward slightly, easily removing it. I took her right breast into my mouth, my hand grasping her left, simultaneously launching an assault, gradually increasing the pressure of my sucking and kneading, even grabbing her nipple and pulling it hard. Her heavy breathing turned into soft moans and groans, and her hand gripping my penis quickened its pace. I released her left breast and slowly moved my fingers down her body, my excitement rising as I touched her pubic hair. I continued to slip my fingers inside her shorts, finally reaching her vulva. Her legs were tightly closed, and I could only touch her clitoris with one finger. Undeterred, I poked at her vulva with my finger while forcefully pushing it between her legs.

She slowly gave up resisting, her legs gradually opening, finally allowing me to place my entire hand on her vulva. Only then did I notice that although her overall figure was well-proportioned, her thighs were quite fleshy; even with her legs spread, the flesh squeezed her vulva tightly. I continued to poke repeatedly between her labia with one finger, rubbing my palm against her vulva. Her vaginal fluid slowly wet my palm, and her moans grew louder. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled down her panties. She didn't move, but I continued to pull them down forcefully. I could sense her hesitation; she then slightly lifted her buttocks, and her panties were easily removed. I spread her legs again, easily finding the entrance with my fingers, and slowly inserted them. She let out a soft "ah," grabbing my hand with her free one. I ignored her and continued, pushing my entire finger into her vagina, beginning a piston-like motion, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Her grip on my hand slowly loosened, and her moans turned into cries of pleasure: "Ah, ah, husband, husband." I increased the pressure of my fingers, thrusting quickly and forcefully. Her cries grew louder, repeatedly calling out, "Husband, husband, I want it, I want it." The hand playing with my penis also stroked it harder. I felt myself about to ejaculate again, so I quickly pressed her hand down, which relieved her at the same time.

Suddenly, she got up and pulled off my half-undone underwear, then got out of bed and went to the TV cabinet, seemingly looking for something. I lay on the bed, my penis erect. After about ten seconds, she returned to the bed. In the darkness, I heard the sound of packaging being torn open, followed by the slippery, elastic membrane being slipped onto my glans. I knew she was putting a condom on me. After putting on the condom, she turned and lay down. I naturally rolled over and pressed myself against her, kissing her again. She grabbed my penis and guided it towards her entrance, but I wasn't in a hurry. I slowly kissed down her lips, stopping at her breasts, sucking, circling, gently biting her nipples with my teeth, slowly pulling them up, then letting them spring back. She gasped and said, "Come in."

I ignored her and continued kissing down, my tongue sliding over the thick pubic hair, finally stopping at the clitoris above her labia, teasing it relentlessly. Her hips were indeed fleshy; even with her legs spread wide, I still felt her head being squeezed. After licking her clitoris, I continued licking her vulva, my tongue pushing into her opening. The room echoed with the squelching sounds of my licking her vulva. She grabbed my head and said, "Stop it, I want it." I ignored her and continued licking. Actually, my tongue was getting tired, but good things come to those who wait. I wanted to wait until she was overwhelmed by lust before making my move. After a while, she said again, "Husband, I love you, I want it, give it to me..."

I felt the time was right, and I prepared to load my penis, only to find embarrassingly that I couldn't find the way. She couldn't wait, grabbing my penis and aiming it at the entrance. I thrust hard, and because of the lubrication, it went straight in without any effort. Instantly, I felt my penis being tightly wrapped, and I had an urge to ejaculate immediately. It was so tight. Although I had been with several women before her, I had never encountered one this tight. I don't know how her boyfriend usually can stand her. When it

was fully inserted, she screamed and said, "You're too rough."

I said, "Is it my fault? You're so wet down there, so slippery."

She punched me and said, "This old house isn't soundproof, it's not good if people hear us."

I didn't say anything, just kissed her. My penis slowly got used to the feeling of her vagina wrapping around it before I started to move slowly. As soon as I started to move, she screamed again. I moved slowly while adjusting my state, and then gradually increased the speed. Her intermittent moans and groans escalated into pure moaning. I'd overheard her talking to her boyfriend before; her voice was fierce and rather rough. But when she spoke to me, it was incredibly gentle, almost coquettish. Her moans now were beyond words, especially those "ah"s—each one sending shivers down my spine. Each moan brought me closer to ejaculation.

Having finally achieved my desire, how could I easily surrender? I tried to block out Chen Jing's moans, focusing on controlling my erection, gradually getting used to a steady pace of thrusting. I adjusted the depth and force, slowly pulling out my entire penis, leaving only the glans against the entrance, before forcefully plunging it back in.

"Ah! Husband, be gentle. Ah, be gentle." Chen Jing wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her legs clamping around my waist. Each time I thrust forcefully, her legs would slowly loosen, then clamp around me again, then loosen once more. I didn't care if the neighbors heard; I just moaned unrestrainedly. I was more worried than she was about her moans being heard. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then laid my arms flat, supporting my body only with my forearms. I lowered my head so I could kiss her lips.

At that moment, Chen Jing's entire body was pressed into a V-shape by me. I adjusted my position, pressed my lips against hers, and thrust my lower body forcefully, pulling out completely and then thrusting in again each time. "Mmm, mmm," Chen Jing's mouth was covered by mine, so she couldn't make a loud sound. I felt more confident and thrust harder, changing from rhythmic thrusts to thrusts of varying pressure and rhythm. Chen Jing's moans varied with the intensity and depth of my thrusts. Gradually, my lust grew stronger. I didn't care if the neighbors could hear; I just wanted to hear her wanton cries. So I pulled away from her mouth and thrust in with all my might, listening to her tearful cries: "Ah...ah...husband, I can't take it anymore...ah, be gentle...ah, be gentle, husband...ah, be gentle."

"Do you love me, wife?"

"I love you, husband, ah...don't be so...ah, too hard, ah...husband, the neighbors will...ah, will...ah."

"What about the neighbors?" I asked as I thrust even harder. Actually, this position made it very easy to ejaculate, but Chen Jing's wanton appearance was too tempting. Coupled with the humiliation of being teased by her last time, I came prepared this time, determined to get revenge.

“The neighbors will hear… ah… ah…”

“Don’t you two usually moan when you make love?”

“Yes… ah… but not this… ah, harder, ah…”

“Do you like me doing this to you?”

“Yes, ah… husband, I like it no matter how you do it to me… ah, ah, I like it all… ah”

If I keep going at this intensity, I’m really going to ejaculate. I quickly reduce the intensity and slow down, changing from full insertion to thrusting inside her. I kissed her in her ear: “Didn’t he ask if I used the condoms from home?”

“I bought all the condoms, he doesn’t know how many are in the box.”

I asked her again: Why didn’t you let me touch your genitals last time?

She said: “You’re so annoying, I had my period last time.”

“Then why did you tease me?” I thrust a few more times.

“Ah… I had my period, I really wanted to, so I wanted to touch you, but I didn’t expect to make you ejaculate.”

“Little vixen, who told you to be so charming, with such skillful hands?” I said, while gently biting her nipple with my teeth and rubbing it from side to side.

"Ah, honey, don't bite, it hurts."

"Do you love your husband?"

"I love my husband, I love him the most."

"From now on, you'll only love me, my good wife.

" "Mmm...mmm...from now on, I'll only love my husband...ah!"

I thrust in and out dozens more times, then pulled out and made her turn around. I held her large buttocks from behind; her thighs and buttocks were fleshy, a stark contrast to her petite, well-proportioned figure, but I liked it. I aimed at her opening and thrust in again, using the doggy style position. Each thrust made a slapping sound as it hit her buttocks. I then grasped her breasts with both hands and kneaded them forcefully. The quiet room echoed with the slapping sounds and her moans, tinged with tears.

"Mmm...mmm...ah! Gently...ah, it hurts."

Unconsciously, Chen Jing's vaginal fluid increased, flowing down her legs and wetting the part of my body that was thrusting into her. The gurgling sounds were particularly lewd. I thrust vigorously, my hands constantly kneading her breasts.

"Ah...ah...husband, I can't take it anymore...I'm tired." Chen Jing said this, but her lower body was indeed cooperating with my movements, even arching her buttocks back on its own.

I helped her up, turned her around, and made her sit on me. We embraced and shared a passionate French kiss. She writhed on top of me, and my penis felt a completely different kind of squeezing and enveloping sensation—it was so tight! I held on for a while before pushing her down onto the bed and pulling out to ease the pressure. She asked me why I stopped. I didn't answer, just kissed her, secretly removed the condom, and rubbed it against her opening for a moment. With her abundant vaginal fluid, it slid in easily, and she let out a satisfied moan.

After a while, Chen Jing suddenly asked me, "Honey, why does it feel different than before?"

I said, "I took off the condom. With it on, I can't feel the beauty of your vagina."

She said, "You're so naughty. Be careful not to ejaculate inside." Then she started moaning again.

Moonlight shone on the bed. She shyly closed her eyes, her cherry lips slightly parted, and the seductive moans came from those sexy mouths. Her breasts, which weren't large to begin with, looked even smaller when she lay flat, but they were very elastic, swaying rhythmically with my thrusts. Without the condom, the friction between our bodies was even more intense. After continuing for over ten minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore, nor did I want to. I straddled Chen Jing, forcefully spreading her legs and thrusting with all my might at top speed.

"Ah...ah...ah...husband...ah...I can't take it...ah, be gentle!" Chen Jing, who had been gripping my back tightly, loosened her grip and grabbed the corner of the blanket beside her, moaning incessantly, each cry louder than the last. Because my head was right next to hers, her cries only fueled my vigorous thrusting.

"Ah...ah...are you...going to cum...ah?"

At that moment, I was giving it my all, panting heavily, and had no strength left to answer her.

"Husband, you... ah... don't ejaculate inside... ah..."

The loud slapping sounds, the lewd moans, and my low growls mingled together. After dozens more thrusts, accompanied by Chen Jing's final high-pitched moan, I finally ejaculated. I hadn't been home for over a month, and all the semen I'd saved up for that long shot into her body. Still not satisfied, I thrust into her a few more times before pulling out my completely soft penis and turning to lie down beside her.

Chen Jing was also exhausted and slumped there, panting for a long time before turning her head to say to me, "Didn't I say not to ejaculate inside? Why did you still ejaculate inside?"

"It was so stimulating, I couldn't control myself. You're so alluring. This is the first time I've met someone so tight."

"What, the first time? How many women have you met before? Tell me!" Chen Jing punched me angrily.

Realizing I'd misspoke, I quickly explained, "Besides you, you're my wife. There's my ex-girlfriend, but no one else."

She said, half-believing, half-doubting, "Really? I don't care if you have other women, but you can't lie to me."

I kissed her deeply and said, "I only have you, and I'll only have you from now on."

She got up and used tissues to wipe away the mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluids that had seeped from her, then wiped me clean, lay down, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

After that first time, we made love more and more frequently. Whenever her husband was away on business, she would invite me to her house. Her husband knew I was a friend, but he didn't expect that my friend had already slept with his wife. Because my wife was at her parents' house taking care of her pregnancy, my own house was empty. Chen Jing lived very close to my house, so they would occasionally bring clothes and bedding to my place to wash. Sometimes, when there were only a few things to wash, Chen Jing would go alone, and while washing clothes, they would make love at my house. A few times, after dark, they would even stand on my balcony and do doggy style. The balcony had floor-to-ceiling windows, and people in the opposite building were watching, which felt incredibly exciting.

Later she got married, and my child grew up. Although we kept in touch often, we rarely saw each other anymore. But whenever we met again, we would still be affectionate for a while, and we would touch each other in the car. Every time I touched her down there, she was so tight. She was truly a rare beauty.

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