Hunting office wives

A year ago, I changed jobs and joined my current company. On my first day, I noticed a photo on the employee introduction wall in the lobby. The woman in the photo was in her thirties, wearing a standard business suit, and was very beautiful. Her black hair was styled in a bun, and she had long, thin, dark eyebrows and bright, large eyes. She had a smile on her face that seemed to be seducing you, and I was immediately attracted to her. It was the most beautiful photo of all. The caption read "Zhang Min." Just as I was staring at the photo, the department manager came over. "New here, right?" I realized then, "Yes, I'm new here." After a brief self-introduction, the manager took me to the department's morning meeting. It was quite a coincidence that the beautiful woman in the photo was from our department, and she was even more beautiful in person than in the photo. Even more coincidentally, the manager introduced me to this beauty at the meeting. Because she was the department's top salesperson, and I was new and unfamiliar with the business, she was there to mentor me.

"This is Zhang Min, our department's top salesperson. Xiao Gao, you'll be learning from Sister Zhang from now on." This decision made me very happy; it was truly a blessing to work with such a beautiful woman. To be honest, I'm already 33. My previous work experience was already quite extensive, so I didn't need much guidance. The moment I saw Sister Zhang's photo, I was captivated. I felt an inexplicable urge to conquer this woman. Now, fate has linked this beauty with me, making me even more convinced that this is destiny's arrangement. This also led to my first story with a mature married woman.

Sister Zhang is 38 years old and 165cm tall, a standard height, but she looks petite and delicate. Her face is much more refined than in the photos (to be honest, she looks a bit like AV actress Sakurai Rina, but much thinner at 102 pounds, and her eyes are different from Sakurai's—very lively yet mature). She got married and had a child at 22, so she looks very young, but she exudes a unique beauty of a mature woman. At first, I didn't notice Sister Zhang's figure because I wore work clothes every day. After a while, I realized that Sister Zhang's figure was also very good (and later, my opinion was confirmed, you know what I mean). Most of us women are around 40 years old, the oldest being 48. There are only two young girls, one 25 and one 28, but Sister Zhang is the most beautiful and the most... When I arrived at the company, it was winter (I'm from the north). The company didn't have a dedicated changing room, so all the women changed in the office. (They were probably all married, so they weren't shy about changing into their work clothes; it was just a matter of taking off their work jackets and putting on their home pants and down jackets). Even Sister Zhang, whom I considered a beautiful and elegant woman, changed so casually (after all, she's been married for many years and her daughter is 16). This gave me a chance to see Sister Zhang's figure under her suit. She

had a large bust, which was noticeable even in a black sweater, and a very slim waist, even slimmer than our 28-year-old colleague. Of course, the 28-year-old was quite chubby, with a not-so-large but rather pert bottom. She was a recognized beauty in the company, having worked there for 14 years. Many male clients came specifically for her, and I often heard them making risqué jokes with her, which she always handled with ease.

The male employees in the company often teased Zhang Jie with dirty jokes or openly harassed her. A driver surnamed Gu, with a thuggish air and a rascal-like manner, frequently flirted with Zhang Jie. "Zhang Min, did you watch the video I sent you yesterday? Did you and your old man try out the positions in it?" he said, leering at her.

"Get lost!" Zhang Jie yelled.

The shameless man continued, "I'll send you another one today, even more exciting than yesterday's." "Send it!" Zhang Jie said nonchalantly.

"Wait, I'll send it to you." He actually sent it to Zhang Jie. "Zhang Min, look how exciting this is!" Zhang Jie didn't even look at it, stood up, turned around, and said, "I don't have time for you, I'm going to the restroom." She turned and left. When Zhang Jie returned, this man surnamed Gu was even more aggressive.

"What's wrong, Zhang Min? Can't hold back anymore? You're back from the restroom after touching me? Oh, look how urgent your Zhang Jie is." Zhang Jie glared at him fiercely and simply went to another office. Seeing that Sister Zhang was angry, the guy quickly said to the people around him, "Can we post that? It's just a funny little video." Then he laughed sheepishly.

I felt disgusted. You idiots are all talk and no action, all you have is a coward! This only strengthened my resolve to win over the most beautiful woman in the office.

Relationships develop gradually. As time went by, through observation and casual conversation, I knew everything about Sister Zhang. I understood her temperament perfectly, and we quickly became inseparable. We often chatted and made her laugh. Whenever the office gave out anything, Sister Zhang would save a copy for me. Sometimes when I was too busy to go back to the cafeteria for lunch, Sister Zhang would print it out for me and bring it back to the office for me to eat.

I also often found opportunities to buy snacks for the office, sharing them with everyone, and making sure to give Sister Zhang extra. The company often has dinner parties, and Sister Zhang is always the first to notify me. Sometimes when I can't go, she'll ask, "Why can't you go? It would be nice to get together and have some fun!" Knowing I really can't attend, a hint of regret flashes across her face, but it's fleeting.

My first relatively close encounter with Sister Zhang was after one such dinner party. Everyone drank quite a bit that day, and a large group of us, still wanting more, went to a karaoke bar. In the private room, everyone became even more unrestrained, drinking case after case of beer, playing drinking games, dancing—and soon everyone was quite drunk. Sister Zhang, having drunk a lot, started to become a bit incoherent. She swayed drunkenly as she climbed from one end of the sofa to my side, put her arm around my neck, and, because the room was too noisy, shouted in my ear, "Gao, Sister Zhang has high hopes for you. You're much better than them. You're the best apprentice I've ever mentored…" "Oh my god... Sister Zhang, let's sing a duet." She swayed and went to the bar, ordered "Woman Flower," and pulled me to the middle of the private room to sing. I'd drunk a lot that day, so fueled by the alcohol, I grabbed Sister Zhang's waist and sang along with her, our voices hoarse. We swayed together as we sang. To be honest, Sister Zhang was a bit tone-deaf, barely hitting the notes, and with everyone egging us on, it sounded like a wailing ghost. After that karaoke session, the older women in the company started to look at Sister Zhang and me differently. They'd often whisper and gossip behind our backs.

Sister Zhang loved playing mahjong and would often go to the homes of these older women at work to play all night. I once asked her,

"You stay out all night playing mahjong, does your husband allow it?" Sister Zhang said dismissively. "I want to play mahjong, and nobody in my family can stop me!" "And your husband is okay with that?" I pressed.

"What's there to worry about? It's all women. What if there are men around? So what!" I smiled and didn't say anything. Not long after karaoke, Sister Zhang played mahjong all night, spending the night on Sister Zhao's (department head's) sofa. In the morning, she told the group of older women at work, "Last night was so boring, I had no energy. Sleeping on Sister Zhao's sofa wasn't comfortable either, my whole body aches." At this point, Sister Wang (a 47-year-old woman) chimed in, "Yeah... I could tell you weren't energetic yesterday. You played mahjong so badly you almost passed out. That's not like you. Next time, bring Xiao Gao along, have him sit next to you, I guarantee you'll be more energetic..." Sister Wang teased sarcastically.

I quickly said, "Sister Wang, don't joke around, I don't know how to play mahjong at all..." "You can't learn?... Let Sister Zhang teach you, Sister Zhang is really good, we can't beat her at all." Before I could finish, Sister Wang immediately took over the conversation.

Sister Zhang glared at Sister Wang, "Old Wang, can't you be serious for once? You're so old, is this how you act as an older sister?" Sister Wang didn't answer, just chuckled mischievously.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, Gao." Sister Zhang gestured for me to leave, and I smiled and shook my head.

Not long after, they played mahjong again. Sister Wang, using the previous incident as an example, said in front of Sister Zhang and me, "Gao, tonight your Sister Zhang and the others are coming to my house to play mahjong, are you coming along?" Before I could even speak, Sister Zhang was impatient. "Gao, I'll go, what's the big deal? There's food and drink there, you don't have to worry about anything, let the old man cook for us!" "I really don't know how to play mahjong, it's pointless for me to go," I explained.

"Go ahead... let your Sister Zhang teach you, otherwise she won't have the energy..." Sister Wang became even more insistent, and Sister Zhang immediately shoved my arm, "Go, Gao... I said I'd go today, no matter what." It seemed Sister Zhang and Sister Wang were really going at it, so I had no choice but to agree.

That evening, I arrived at Sister Wang's house. Sister Wang didn't have any children, so her house wasn't big, only about 40 square meters. Her husband had already prepared dinner, and after dinner, the card game started. At first, I poured them some water and chatted idly, but gradually my eyelids started to get heavy, and I curled up on the single sofa and fell asleep. I don't know how much time had passed, but someone nudged me in my sleep, "Gao, Xiao Gao, wake up, don't sleep here." I opened my eyes and saw it was Sister Zhang. It was already past 3 a.m. It turned out that Sister Zhang and Sister Zhao had made a makeshift bed on the floor in the small living room, and Sister Zhang was worried I'd be uncomfortable and wanted me to sleep on the floor too.

I shook my head and whispered, "Go ahead... Sister, I'm fine." "I just wanted to annoy Old Wang, I'm sorry you had to suffer," Sister Zhang said apologetically in a low voice.

"It's okay, you go ahead, sister."

Sister Zhang didn't say anything more. Nothing more was said that night. After breakfast at Sister Wang's house, the four of us women and one man went straight to work. I slept on the sofa that night, and my back ached, and my neck was stiff. Sister Wang teased me all day, and I could only laugh it off. But Sister Zhang's gaze towards me had changed slightly, and I felt our relationship was getting closer.

In July, our department sent Sister Zhang and me to a meeting in Foshan. I felt the time was right. Those days happened to coincide with Sister Zhang's birthday. On my first day in Foshan, I found a florist near the hotel and ordered a large bouquet of red roses to be delivered to my hotel room at 8:30 pm on her birthday—a signal that "action" was about to begin.

The meeting on my birthday didn't end until after 6:30, almost making me miss an important event. Finally, the meeting ended, and suppressing my anxiety, I went out and hailed a car to rush to the hotel. Sister Zhang was clearly distracted; I guessed her husband hadn't called or texted to wish her a happy birthday. Sitting in the car, gazing at the street scene outside the window, she said wistfully, "Gao, let's just grab something to eat outside!" She sounded visibly disappointed.

At that moment, I seized the opportunity and said, "I'm not eating out today. I haven't had a decent meal in days. Let's eat at the hotel!" Sister Zhang didn't even turn her head and said, "Eat at the hotel? That'll cost a fortune, and it won't be reimbursed." (The older women at work often say Sister Zhang is thrifty, and it's true. She and her husband came from the countryside at 22, heavily pregnant, and they've gone from being penniless to now owning a 70-square-meter apartment outright—it's truly not easy.) "It's on me today! No need for reimbursement," I said to Sister Zhang's reflection in the car window.

"Save your breath, this is a business trip, not a vacation." What a good woman, I thought to myself. "Just leave me alone, it's not like a meal will bankrupt you." Seeing my attitude, Sister Zhang didn't say anything more.

When we arrived at the hotel, Sister Zhang headed straight for the elevator. "Sister, where are you going?" I quickly asked her.

"Going upstairs to change clothes, take a shower, and then come down for dinner." I grabbed Sister Zhang's soft, white hand and pulled her towards the restaurant. "Come on, let's eat first, I'm starving." Sister Zhang was a little flustered by my sudden pull, her face flushing slightly. "Okay, okay, don't pull me, I'll go with you!" she said, breaking free from my hand and rushing to my side as we walked towards the restaurant.

Once inside, I found a seat towards the back (for easy flirting and touching), and a waiter immediately followed.

"What would you two like?"

"Bring the menu, let's order."

The waiter immediately brought out two menus. Sister Zhang took the menu and looked at it while saying, "Wow, the food here is too expensive. Let's go somewhere else?" I looked up at her. "It's a four-star restaurant. This price is normal. We've finally come out, and we haven't had a proper meal in the past few days. We should treat ourselves. Don't overthink it, Sister." Seeing how determined I was, Sister Zhang had no choice but to close the menu and let me make the decision myself. Seeing

this, I took the menu and sat down next to Sister Zhang, pretending to let her refer to it. "Sister, let's choose together." I deliberately sat close to Sister Zhang, my thigh seemingly unintentionally resting against her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings.

"How about Western food? Steak, and some wine?" I subconsciously nudged Sister Zhang lightly with my leg. "You decide, don't order anything too expensive..." Sister Zhang let me decide for myself.

"Okay, then I'll just order a little something." So I ordered two steaks, a borscht, grilled oysters, garlic-fried prawns, and a salad platter.

Just as I was about to order more, Sister Zhang grabbed my hand. "Don't order too much, that's enough, we can't finish it." I took the opportunity to grab Sister Zhang's hand and looked at her, saying, "Okay, whatever you say." Sister Zhang quickly pulled her hand back. "Oh, right, we haven't ordered any wine yet?" I continued, pretending nothing had happened. "What would you like to drink, Sister…" I looked at Sister Zhang with a questioning gaze.

"Don't order too much, that's enough…" Sister Zhang almost pleaded, tugging at my sleeve.

I completely ignored Sister Zhang's pleas. "No red wine, it's too sour, I don't like it. Waiter, do you have any rosé sparkling wine?" "Yes, sir, this one is quite popular with our customers." I thought to myself, I've really pulled off this!

But you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, so I gritted my teeth and said, "This one, please." After saying that, I handed the menu to the waiter.

"Sir, would you like anything else?" the waiter asked.

"No, no!" Before I could even speak, Sister Zhang had already answered, and I chuckled inwardly.

After the waiter left, Sister Zhang looked at me with a surprised and reproachful expression and asked, "Are you crazy? Ordering such expensive wine?" I stared at Sister Zhang beside me with a mischievous smile and said, "What's wrong with going crazy once in a while? While I'm still young!" Seeing my attitude, Sister Zhang muttered helplessly, "Nobody cares about you!" and turned her face away, avoiding my gaze. After

a while, the waiter started serving the dishes. I patted Sister Zhang's back lightly twice, pretending to comfort her, and then sat down opposite her again.

"Sir, the wine has been opened for you." The waiter skillfully opened the wine and poured it into two stemmed glasses. The pink wine, with bubbles, danced in the glasses, its color particularly beautiful, like the blush that rose on Sister Zhang's face when she was shy. "

Go away, I can do it myself." I waved my hand, and the waiter left. I raised my glass, and Sister Zhang was still stunned.

"Raise your glass, Sister." Only then did Sister Zhang raise her glass. I leaned forward slightly, staring into her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Sister..." Sister Zhang was clearly startled by my sudden words. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me with a flushed face. Her hand remained raised for a few seconds before she reacted, then she asked, trying to appear calm. "How...how did you know?" I didn't answer, but smiled at her and touched her glass to mine.

"Cheers..." I said, taking a sip myself.

"It tastes good...much better than red wine." I gestured for Sister Zhang, who was still holding her glass in a daze, to try some. Only then did she come to her senses and take a small sip.

"How does it taste?" I asked, looking at Sister Zhang.

"Hmm, it's pretty good, much better than red wine." Sister Zhang avoided my gaze.

"As long as it tastes good... but we can't waste such expensive wine... we have to finish it." I deliberately raised my voice a little, thinking that the success of tonight's events depended entirely on this bottle of wine.

During the meal, I kept serving Sister Zhang food, especially oysters. "Sister, eat more oysters, they're very nutritious. There's a saying here that oysters are 'a man's gas station and a woman's beauty salon.'" I observed her reaction to this statement while putting food on her plate.

"Gas station? Beauty salon? What do you mean?" Sister Zhang asked, puzzled.

"Oh... a beauty salon is like a gas station, where women eat more for better skin..." "What does 'gas station' mean?" Sister Zhang pressed. I stared at Sister Zhang with a mischievous grin and lowered my voice, pretending to be mysterious, and said, "A gas station is like a gas station, where men eat more for better down there..." "You think you know so much? You can't even shut your mouth when you're eating..." Sister Zhang rolled her eyes at me, a hint of barely perceptible anger and embarrassment on her face.

"Okay... I won't say anything, let's drink." I glanced sideways at Sister Zhang as she downed her drink in one gulp, thinking to myself, tonight I'll shut both her little mouths up... The meal went smoothly. Whenever Sister Zhang's glass was empty, I refilled it. Several times she said she couldn't drink anymore, but when I told her not to waste such expensive wine, she continued. When we were halfway through the meal, I started telling Sister Zhang some dirty jokes. Perhaps because of the alcohol, Sister Zhang wasn't as reserved as before. She listened to my nonsense and occasionally giggled, sometimes scolding me, "You're always talking nonsense, can't you be serious for once? I'm your sister... you just blurt things out." I chimed in, emboldened by the alcohol, "I never even considered you my sister. You're so pretty, you'd be perfect as my girlfriend." "Stop being so glib. I'm almost 40, what's so pretty about me? My daughter will be getting married in a few years," Sister Zhang said.

"Don't you know, sister? Women are at their most charming at your age," I said, staring at her.

Sister Zhang immediately raised her fist as if to hit me, glaring at me fiercely. We ate and chatted, quickly finishing a bottle of wine. I poured most of it for Sister Zhang; she was clearly drunk by then. I glanced at my watch; it was past eight o'clock, and we'd almost finished eating. So I said, "Sister... that's enough. Let's go back to the room." "Okay... let's go." Sister Zhang stood up from her chair, swaying slightly from the alcohol. I quickly supported her waist. "It's all your fault for ordering such expensive wine. How could you have drunk so much?" Sister Zhang said, leaning against my arm and touching her forehead.

"Don't say anything more, let's go upstairs." I put my arm around Sister Zhang's waist and helped her towards the elevator.

Supporting Sister Zhang, I could clearly feel her legs were getting weak. I took the opportunity to hug her waist tightly; her waist was slender and firm, and felt wonderful to the touch. As we reached the guest room door, Sister Zhang rummaged through her bag for her key card, saying to me, "Gao, you should go back now. You've had a long day, get some rest." I didn't reply. She pulled out her key card, but it slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. I quickly bent down to pick it up. "Let me help you in first," I said, opening the door and helping Sister Zhang into the guest room.

"How could I leave? I'm going to sleep with you here tonight!" I thought to myself as I helped her to the bed.

"Gao, turn on the air conditioning, it's so hot in the south." The alcohol made Sister Zhang feel hot, and she immediately urged me to turn on the air conditioning. She even unconsciously took off her coat and unbuttoned her white shirt collar. Slightly drunk, she still maintained a woman's composure. I didn't turn on the air conditioning; in my opinion, the stuffy environment and the effects of alcohol were the best aphrodisiacs.

It was almost 8:30 when the flower delivery person knocked on the door—my signal to act. This was truly the most tense moment; whether from nervousness or the heat of the room, my back started to sweat. Sister Zhang was leaning against the headboard, looking at her phone. I guessed she was checking for birthday wishes from her husband and daughter. I saw a hint of disappointment on her face, so I took the opportunity to walk over and pretend to look at it with her. We were so close I could smell her alcohol-laden breath.

"What are you looking at? So focused?" I asked casually.

"N-nothing... Gao..." Before she could finish, the doorbell rang. The moment to act had arrived, but this little rabbit was completely oblivious.

"Who is it?" Sister Zhang suspiciously put down her phone to open the door. At that moment, I quickly grabbed her phone and put it on vibrate! I didn't want my meticulously planned evening interrupted by a call from her family, so I casually placed the phone on the bedside table. Then I heard a conversation coming from the doorway. "Who is it?" Sister Zhang asked.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Zhang Min? I'm from the florist. Here's a bouquet of flowers for you that you'd like to sign for." I stood up and hid in the corner of the room to listen. Ms. Zhang opened the door.

"You must be Ms. Zhang Min. Here are your flowers, please sign for them."

"My flowers? Are you sure you're not mistaken? Who sent these?" Ms. Zhang asked in surprise.

"Is this room 1107?"

"Yes."

"Your name is Zhang Min?"

"Yes."

"Then that's correct. Please sign here."

"Who sent this?"

"I don't know, we just deliver." After signing, Sister Zhang stood at the door holding a large bouquet of bright red roses. She looked at the worker's back with surprise and closed the door. Looking down, she saw the note tucked into the bouquet. She looked at the contents curiously: "My beauty, it's been a long time. I've been thinking about this day and night, and finally, I've waited for this opportunity. Happy birthday! —Your admiring brother." Just then, I quietly walked up behind Sister Zhang, gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her into my arms. Sister Zhang's body trembled, and she leaned against me, her hands clutching the bouquet of bright red roses helplessly. I put my mouth to Sister Zhang's ear, smelling the fragrance of her hair and the faint scent of alcohol on her body, and whispered, "Sister, happy birthday... Do you like the surprise I gave you?" At this moment, Sister Zhang's whole body stiffened.

"Actually, I was captivated by you the moment I arrived at the company." I said, breathing warm air onto her ear and neck. What women find most irresistible is being hugged from behind and whispered sweet nothings in their ear, especially with the added effect of alcohol. "I've always been jealous of your husband for having such a beautiful and elegant wife like you, and I've always wanted to make you my possession." At this moment, I noticed that Sister Zhang's chest was rising and falling, her breathing quickening, her brows slightly furrowed, and her eyes half-closed as if drifting between reality and fantasy. I extended my tongue and began to gently tease her ear and neck. "Everything I've done today is to have you. I don't want your body to stay dry like this..." (Everyone at work knows that Sister Zhang's husband injured his back a few years ago while working at a stone processing factory. He's not seriously injured, but he's had a chronic condition. So Sister Zhang often buys him tonics. Whenever she buys medicine, the old women at work tease her, "Zhang Min... you're giving your old man tonics again... how old are you, why are you still taking tonics?" Then they laugh mischievously. Sister Zhang often half-jokingly scolds, "Get out of here, you're all old people, still spouting this useless stuff all day.") As I spoke, I forcefully pressed my already swollen lower body against Sister Zhang's buttocks, which were encased in her trousers. At this moment, Sister Zhang's already hazy eyes closed nervously for a moment, then opened slightly. I knew that her lack of strong resistance meant there was a chance.

"Tonight I'll make you mine, I'll fill you up, I'll make you feel hydrated." As I spoke, I kept kissing Sister Zhang's neck, my hands constantly caressing her waist. At this moment, Sister Zhang's breathing became increasingly uneven, her body stiffening as I manipulated her. Slowly, one of my hands, which had been caressing her waist, began to slide towards her chest.

Sister Zhang clearly felt it, and her body began to twist. I grabbed her breast and began to knead it forcefully. Sister Zhang initially stiffened, then tried to use both hands to move my large hand away to free her breast, which I had captured. The flowers she had been holding fell to the ground. "No...no...high..." Sister Zhang struggled weakly. At this moment, both of my hands attacked simultaneously, firmly grasping Sister Zhang's breasts, kneading them while kissing her neck and ears. "Tonight, you are mine. I'll make you mine, and I'll make you feel good." As I spoke, I rubbed my genitals against Sister Zhang's buttocks. "No...don't do this." Sister Zhang cried out softly, trying to pull my hands away from my embrace.

With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled Sister Zhang into my arms. Our eyes met, and Sister Zhang pressed her hands against my chest, her eyes still trembling with shock. "Sister, after all this time, can't you see I like you? Don't you have any feelings for me at all? Don't you understand my good intentions tonight?" I stared at her flushed face, burning with desire.

"But..." Sister Zhang was about to say something when my lips pressed against hers. At first, her eyes were wide open, then they slowly closed, accepting my kiss, but her hands remained stiff and awkward at her sides.

Sister Zhang's lips were soft. I gently pried open her teeth with my tongue and slipped it into her mouth. A faint fragrance mixed with the taste of alcohol filled my mouth—this was the taste of the woman I had longed for. As I kissed her, my hands began to caress Zhang Jie's back. One hand gently traced her spine to her neck, and I loosened her hair, revealing her long, black hair. I ran my fingers through her hair, guiding it to my own, and slowly swirled my tongue in her mouth, sucking on it. Zhang Jie began to unconsciously reciprocate my kisses, her hands gently resting on my shoulders, our saliva exchanging in each other's mouths. Under the passionate

kiss, Zhang Jie's heart was filled with desire; her breathing grew heavier, and the air in the room grew increasingly hot. When I pulled away from her lips, Zhang Jie's eyes were somewhat glazed, her chest rising and falling as she looked at me.

I saw beads of sweat on her neck (this was one of the benefits of not having air conditioning on), and I kissed her again. Zhang Jie wrapped her arms around my head, uttering soft murmurs. I held Zhang Jie's soft body and moved towards the bed, gently laying her down on it. I kissed her neck while kneading her full breasts through her clothes.

"Ah..." Zhang Jie moaned, and my lips traveled down her neck to her breasts. Through her clothes, I pressed my mouth against her breasts, breathing into her bra. This gave her the warmth of my mouth and an intangible, ticklish sensation. I knew that to "succeed" with a woman of this age, I couldn't be as simple and brutal as with a little girl. I had to whet her appetite and slowly guide and train her to completely win her over. Otherwise, it would only be a one-night stand, not a long-term relationship. This tactic worked. Zhang Jie began to hold my head and press it against her soft breasts, her upper body swaying and rubbing against me.

I tried to unbutton Zhang Jie's shirt, but after only two buttons, she grabbed my hand. "No... that's enough... stop..." I knew this was just her moral defense; I had to break down her moral defenses.

I sat up straight and took off my shirt. Zhang Jie, her arms crossed, looked at me nervously. I grabbed her hands and forcefully pulled them apart, tearing her shirt open with my large hand. As the buttons snapped, her flesh-colored bra was revealed. I pushed it up, and her two snow-white breasts immediately sprang to my eyes. Because she had given birth, Zhang Jie's breasts were full, probably a C cup. I could vaguely see several bluish veins leading to the brown areolas, which were quite large, supporting light brown nipples, the size of pacifiers from breastfeeding.

I grabbed one of her soft breasts, lowered my head, and sucked on the trembling nipple. With my other hand, I grabbed the other breast and kneaded it incessantly. Zhang Jie's breasts, having breastfed, were soft, unlike the elasticity of a young girl's breasts. By this time, she had lost her basic ability to resist, and under my sucking, she began to moan softly like a patient, "Ah..." "Ah..." Her hands involuntarily grabbed my hair and stroked it. I kept changing the way I stimulated her breasts, sometimes gently biting her nipples, sometimes teasing her areolas with the tip of my tongue, sometimes squeezing her nipples hard with my fingertips, and sometimes sucking hard as if I wanted to swallow her breasts whole. I even made loud smacking noises while sucking.

Zhang Jie's breasts were very sensitive, and her nipples hardened and stood erect in no time. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and she began to twist her waist gently. Her body began to sweat from the intense stimulation, and soon both breasts were covered with my saliva. My tongue traveled down her full breasts, licking the slightly salty sweat on Zhang Jie's body that smelled of female hormones. Zhang Jie had a little bit of extra fat on her lower abdomen, and the stretch marks from her pregnancy and childbirth had faded with time but were still visible.

I kept circling my tongue around her small navel, breathing on it, and slowly pushed Zhang Jie's short skirt up to her waist with both hands. Her lower body, covered by flesh-colored stockings and white cotton boxer shorts, was revealed before me—truly the attire of a respectable woman.

I grabbed her not-so-wide but firm and full buttocks and kneaded them hard, pressing my mouth against her mons pubis, squeezing and rubbing lightly and heavily. Zhang Jie's legs clamped even tighter, trying to protect her lower garden as a last resort. I forcefully spread her tightly closed knees and plunged my head between her legs.

"No..." Zhang Jie pushed my head away, her legs clamping tightly together, making it hard for me to breathe. Now, her vulva was only covered by the thin fabric of stockings and panties, which were already soaked with her vaginal fluid, showing watermarks.

"Sister, you're already this wet! And you still say no." I teased Zhang Jie without restraint, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and lifting her up, bringing her vulva to my mouth.

"Ah..." At Sister Zhang's scream, my lips, through her thin panties, launched an attack on her already overflowing garden. "Ah...ah..." Sister Zhang groaned continuously, her panting growing heavier. Her legs, which had been clamping my head, loosened considerably, and her hands began to caress my head. Soon, her panties were soaked with my saliva and her juices. My hands had already grasped the edges of Sister Zhang's stockings and panties. I lifted my head and pulled hard, the stockings and panties were instantly pulled down to her crotch.

"Ah..." Sister Zhang screamed, her hands instinctively covering her genitals. I took the opportunity to pull off the stockings and panties and throw them aside. At this moment, Sister Zhang stared at me with terrified eyes, her hands covering her vulva, at a loss for what to do. I smiled lewdly at her, forcefully spreading her knees. "What are you afraid of, sister? It's not like you've never been seen by a man before." As I spoke, I pried open her hands covering her vulva, and slowly brought my face closer to her wide-open genitals. Zhang Jie's pubic hair was dark but not thick, soft and smooth, covering her high pubic bone. Her clitoris was erect from excitement, a long, thin strand nestled between her labia majora, its pink color particularly noticeable. Two light brown labia majora enveloped two dark brown labia minora, the exposed labia minora glistening with vaginal fluid, and the vaginal opening, barely visible in the center, oozed with precum.

"So beautiful..." I murmured to myself, captivated by the scene before me, my face close to her vulva.

But I told myself not to rush, to take it slow! This mature woman needed to be brought to her full arousal, to lose control, to offer me everything she had.

I brought my nose close to Zhang Jie's vulva and took a deep breath. Because I hadn't showered since returning, and the humid heat of the room combined with the slightly pungent smell of residual urine and the unique scent of a woman's vaginal fluid, my blood surged, my penis swelled even more, and I felt as if it would burst through my pants. I breathed the warm scent from my chest back onto Sister Zhang's vulva. Her vagina suddenly contracted, her entire lower body trembled, and a clear stream flowed from her labia. I extended my tongue and gently licked the slightly fishy and salty droplet, then lightly brushed it across Sister Zhang's vulva. "Ah..." With a slightly excited groan from Sister Zhang, another gush of fluid gushed out.

"No...don't do this..." Sister Zhang cried out.

"Of course, I certainly won't lick your genitals because I'm not familiar with 'her' yet, so how could I lick them? Let your juices flow freely until they dry up, and I'll fill the emptiness in your lower body with my cock." Then I lightly skimmed over Sister Zhang's clitoris, which was already erect with excitement, and kept exhaling hot breath from my mouth. After teasing her like this several times, Sister Zhang's genitals were overflowing with juices, and her lower body began to press against my mouth.

"Baby, are you in a hurry now? No, it's not time yet. I still need to properly train you." I thought to myself as my tongue lightly swept between Sister Zhang's clitoris, labia, and perineum, leaving traces like a snail crawling. I sucked hard on Sister Zhang's groin and tugged at her smooth pubic hair with my lips, but I didn't get any closer to her genitals. Whenever I kissed around her labia, I would immediately use the tip of my tongue instead of my lips to lightly glide over them. Sister Zhang always tried to meet my lips with her lower garden, but each time she failed.

Her moans grew louder, filled with boundless longing and helplessness, to the point that she couldn't help but bite her fingers to suppress the unbearable itching in her lower body. Soon, Zhang Jie's vulva was covered in sticky, clear vaginal fluid, which dripped down her perineum onto the sheets, leaving a pool of water. Just as Zhang Jie was lost in a daze of passion, I suddenly straightened up. Zhang Jie looked at me with her slightly closed phoenix eyes, puzzled, then suddenly understood.

Yes! It was time to unleash the beast between my legs. It had been holding back for too long; it was time to let it out for some fresh air. It was time to let this beauty on the bed witness my "weapon." I slowly unbuckled my belt, as if in slow motion. I wanted this woman to see my penis displayed before her, to let her heart succumb to torment. At this moment, the entire room was deathly silent, so much so that the sound of me unzipping my pants could be clearly heard. This sound would surely be etched into her mind, perhaps the beginning of a nightmare, or perhaps the arrival of a beautiful dream.

With the sound of my outer pants hitting the ground, my monster, trapped in my white underwear, was now almost within reach of her. It held its head high, its movements within the underwear as if trying to break free of its last restraints and display its majesty before its prey, driving her to tremble and madness. I grabbed the edge of the underwear, staring at Sister Zhang on the bed. She was completely absorbed in the moment, her hands clenched into fists protecting her chest, her eyes fixed on my genitals, utterly unaware that I was watching her.

Suddenly, I pulled down the underwear, and my swollen penis sprang out. Sister Zhang gasped like a startled deer, her hands clenching even tighter against her chest. My penis throbbed with excitement; from being restrained for so long, it was bulging with veins and slightly purple, the glans swollen and red, glistening with precum, like a thirsty monster panting and drooling.

Finally, I could slowly savor the mature woman's feast I'd been craving. I leaned down and kissed Sister Zhang's neck, which was covered in tiny beads of sweat. I could feel her pulse pounding fiercely. A forbidden and long-lost pleasure filled her entire body, and the alcohol made her body hot and slightly flushed. My penis was enveloped by Sister Zhang's wet, overflowing vagina. Her vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor was it as loose as a slut's. This must be the feeling of a woman who has given birth—it could hold a man's penis just right.

I didn't rush to thrust my penis. While enjoying the warmth of the mature woman's vagina enveloping me, I whispered in Sister Zhang's ear, "Is it not itchy now... baby? Whose penis is bigger, mine or your husband's?" Sister Zhang just kept her eyes closed and panting. I thrust my lower body forward forcefully, hitting a protrusion inside. Sister Zhang's body immediately trembled.

I proudly straightened my back, and my penis became even more erect. "Is it big?" I asked Zhang Jie, lecherously staring at her. Only then did Zhang Jie snap out of her daze, closing her eyes tightly and turning her head to one side, resigned to her fate.

"Now is not the time for you to be afraid. In a moment, I'll make you cry out to heaven and earth in vain. Only you can save yourself." Thinking this, I pounced on Zhang Jie, biting her earlobe and sucking on it repeatedly. My other hand gripped my burning-hot penis, rubbing it incessantly between her vaginal opening and clitoris. "Want it, you slut?" I used vulgar language to stimulate Zhang Jie's already taut nerves.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck you hard. Can you feel it? Hot? Hard?" I whispered in her ear while my penis teased her genitals. I could feel Zhang Jie's vulva was already overflowing with fluid, making my glans wet and slippery. Every time I parted her labia with my glans, I could clearly hear the wet, smacking sound.

"Do you know what's pressing against your cunt?" I asked deliberately. Sister Zhang kept her eyes closed, panting, her lips tightly pressed together, too ashamed to answer. "I'll make you talk," I thought lewdly. "

Say it, say it and I'll give it to you, say it and you'll be free. Say it, you slut." Sister Zhang, already burning with lust, barely managed to squeeze out two weak words through clenched teeth, "Cock...cock." I continued to tease my prey, who was already on the verge of collapse, with renewed excitement.

"Louder, I didn't hear you, say it again."

"Cock..." Sister Zhang said timidly.

"Louder, let me hear you." I said even more viciously.

"Cock..." Sister Zhang screamed almost hysterically, "Don't torture me anymore...good!" Sister Zhang pleaded, "Just put it in already, don't torture Sister Zhang anymore..." This was what I wanted, and my hand holding my cock slid even faster!

"Where to put it? What to put it in? Tell me quickly." I gently bit Sister Zhang's earlobe.

"Put your cock in my cunt...fuck me..." Sister Zhang's voice was already distorted like a thirsty female beast.

"But I don't know where your cunt is, sister, you have to help me...put my cock in yourself..." I said wickedly.

"Oh...please hurry up and put it in and fuck me..." Sister Zhang had completely succumbed to my shameless seduction.

"No...you have to do it yourself...you know best where your cunt is..." At this moment, Sister Zhang finally opened her dazed eyes and looked at me with a look of despair.

"That's no use, I will definitely make you put my cock in your body yourself." I stared indifferently at her flushed face covered with sweat. She understood everything from my eyes, slowly turned her face to the bedside table and stretched out her arm, oh...it turned out she was going to get the condoms provided by the hotel.

When she presented me with the three-pack of Durex condoms, I pressed her hand onto the bed, staring intently into her despairing eyes. I gently shook my head, and my hand, gripping my penis, slid faster. The condom, her last straw of moral support, was useless. Zhang Jie was utterly desperate. Her chest heaved violently. She frowned, closed her eyes, and turned her face to one side. One hand, as if resigned, slowly slid towards our soon-to-be-connected parts.

When her hand touched my large hand tightly gripping my penis, she flinched slightly, then slowly moved up again. I released my hand, placing my swollen, hot penis into hers. The moment she touched it, Zhang Jie's hand trembled. She had just received a stiff, thick male genital from the "devil's" hands—a fiery organ that was about to change the course of her destiny. At first, she hesitated, but tormented by her boiling desire, she finally gripped my hand tightly. Her hands were so small and soft, and despite the heat of the room, they were cold, her palms sweaty, a stark contrast to my burning genitals.

"Isn't it hard to insert like this?" I braced myself on the bed with one hand and grabbed Zhang Jie's wrist, which was tightly holding the Durex condom, with the other. "Spread your legs a little wider so it'll be easier to insert..." Zhang Jie shyly spread her legs slightly apart like a young girl. "Widerer...show your whole cunt!" I snapped at her. Helplessly, Zhang Jie slowly spread her legs wide, her vulva completely exposed to my penis, her labia parted to reveal her pink, pulsating vaginal opening.

"Hand! Hold my cock tighter... I don't need to teach you, you slut... Open your eyes, and put it in yourself!" Although Sister Zhang obediently gripped my cock, she didn't dare to look. I straightened my back, and only then did Sister Zhang turn her face, opening her eyes with a bitter expression as she looked at her hand gripping my cock between her wide-open legs.

"Have you found the right spot? Is it here?" I stared intently at Sister Zhang beneath me. "Mmm..." Sister Zhang bit her lip and slowly nodded.

I nodded in satisfaction. "Put it in, grab my cock and put it in your slutty cunt!" I commanded.

Sister Zhang's small hand hesitated for a moment, then desperately pulled my cock in. I thrust my hips forward, "Squelch." The entire cock slid into Sister Zhang's vagina.

"Ah..." Sister Zhang screamed, as if her endless thirst had been released, or as if her pent-up humiliation had found an outlet. Her empty lower body, after enduring torment and humiliation, was finally filled by the long-awaited male genitalia. But this irresistible penis wasn't her husband's, and she shamelessly inserted it into herself.

Instantly, the guilt of betraying her husband mingled with the pleasure of being filled, making her tense all over. She straightened her neck, raised her chin high, her toes digging into the sheets, her back arched, her legs trembling slightly, and her hands gripping the Durex condom tightly. Although she knew it was too late, Sister Zhang still clung to the condom like a drowning person grasping at a straw; the solace in her heart couldn't stop her body from sinking. Soon, the guilt in her heart would be completely washed away by the overwhelming pleasure.

Finally, I could slowly savor the mature woman's feast I had longed for. I leaned down and kissed Sister Zhang's neck, which was covered in fine beads of sweat. I could feel her pulse pounding fiercely. A forbidden and long-lost pleasure filled her entire body, and the alcohol made her body hot and slightly flushed. My penis was enveloped by Sister Zhang's wet and overflowing vagina. Her vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, but it wasn't as loose as a slut's either. This must be the feeling of a woman who has given birth—it could hold a man's penis just right.

I didn't rush to thrust my penis. While enjoying the warmth of the mature woman's vagina enveloping me, I whispered in Sister Zhang's ear, "Is it not itchy now... baby? Whose penis is bigger, mine or your husband's?" Sister Zhang just kept her eyes closed and kept panting. I thrust my lower body forward forcefully, hitting a protrusion inside. Sister Zhang's body immediately trembled.

"Tell me," I said, and then thrust again.

"Ah...you...your," Sister Zhang answered me in a trembling voice.

This was not the answer I wanted.

"My what?" I struck again.

"You...your penis is bigger than my husband's..." Sister Zhang answered in a voice that was already out of tune.

I proudly took one of Sister Zhang's nipples into my mouth and sucked on it noisily, slowly twisting my hips to make my penis swirl in Sister Zhang's wet and hot vagina. With the lewd sucking sounds, the more I stirred up the lustful fluid in Sister Zhang's vagina, the more my testicles were wet by her lustful fluid, constantly rubbing against her slippery labia. At this moment, Sister Zhang was already unable to bear the torment I had caused her. She hooked her legs tightly around my buttocks and pressed me hard between her legs, her waist thrusting upwards and rubbing against the part where we were joined together.

"Xiao Gao..." Sister Zhang said in a trembling voice, "Please...move faster, Sister Zhang...Sister Zhang can't take it anymore..." Looking at her thirsty and unbearable appearance, I teased her with great pride. "You little slut, I'm already moving, what more do you want me to move?" Zhang Jie, lost in passion, wrapped one arm around my neck and kissed my cheeks haphazardly like a chicken pecking at rice. She pleaded in my ear with a voice as hungry as a female beast, "Faster...faster...faster, fuck your Zhang Jie with your cock, I can't take it anymore...give it to me..." Her guilt had been completely washed away by the overwhelming pleasure, and she sought my company like a female beast in heat.

This was the state I wanted. I thought to myself, and with a "whoosh," I pulled my cock out. The sudden emptiness in her lower body made Zhang Jie unbearably itchy. She kept thrusting her wet vulva, searching for my suddenly disappeared cock. I, however, pretended not to be able to find the way and randomly thrust my hot cock against her vulva. Zhang Jie impatiently reached down and grabbed my throbbing cock, forcefully shoving it into her vaginal opening, as if trying to stuff my entire body inside. With a jolt, I thrust my penis all the way in, pressing against that tender flesh.

Instantly, the guilt of betraying her husband, mixed with the pleasure of being filled, made her whole body tense. She straightened her neck, raised her chin high, her toes braced against the sheets, her waist arched, her legs trembled slightly, and her hands gripped the Durex condom tightly. Although she knew it was too late, Sister Zhang still clung to the condom, like a drowning person clutching a straw; the comfort in her heart could not stop her body from sinking. Soon, the guilt in her heart would be washed away by the intoxicating pleasure.

"Ah..." Sister Zhang cried out in my ear. "You bad boy, stop torturing your sister, hurry up and fuck me..." The moment was right, I whispered smugly in Sister Zhang's ear, "You little slut, you asked me to fuck you yourself..." As I spoke, I slowly and deliberately began to thrust my hot penis in and out. At first, I slowly pulled out, then slowly inserted again, each thrust hitting Zhang Jie's clitoris. With each thrust, Zhang Jie shuddered, her hands involuntarily tightening around my neck.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Zhang Jie groaned with relief. After repeating this a dozen times, the sounds of our intercourse were loud enough to be heard from our genitals. Then I changed tactics, pulling my penis out, leaving only the glans inside her vagina, rhythmically rubbing it against her sensitive opening, whispering a count in her ear, "1...2...3..." When I reached 5, suddenly my hips sank, and my penis plunged all the way in. "Ah..." Zhang Jie screamed, arching her body. As soon as her body relaxed, I pulled the glans back into her vagina, "1...2...3!" This time, I didn't count to 5; as soon as I said 3, my penis went back in.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore..." Zhang Jie arched her body, clinging tightly to me. I kept counting in Sister Zhang's ear, not knowing which number would bring the next jolt of my penis plunging back in, giving her an electric shock. Her whole body remained tense, helplessly awaiting the onslaught of this irresistible cock.

"Ah...ah...oh..." Sister Zhang's sickly moans echoed in the stuffy room. "Little brother...you're so good at this...you're going to fuck Sister Zhang to death..." As soon as she finished speaking, I thrust all the way in again. "Oh..." Sister Zhang cried out, hugging me tightly.

With my alternating deep and shallow thrusts, Sister Zhang's legs began to tremble, but she still clung tightly to my waist. Her vagina began to contract, like a small hand grasping my penis, wet and hot. It was time to launch a full-scale attack. I adjusted my position, grabbed a pillow, and raised Zhang Jie's waist high. Then, I began to thrust my penis in and out forcefully and rapidly. With each thrust, Zhang Jie would actively arch her back to meet my movements. Her breasts bounced like two white rabbits with each thrust.

"Oh...oh...oh..." Every time I penetrated deeply, Zhang Jie would let out a wanton moan, her head swaying from side to side. Her wet labia opened and closed repeatedly with my rapid thrusts, turning in and out, gradually becoming swollen and shiny. "Ah...oh...I can't take it anymore...it's too high...I can't take it anymore..." Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from our joined vaginas, moistening my penis, wetting my pubic hair, and dripping down my testicles onto the pillow, soaking it completely. My breathing grew heavier and heavier, and beads of sweat dripped onto Sister Zhang's chest. In the room, I could clearly hear the "slap slap" of my testicles hitting Sister Zhang's buttocks and the sounds of my penis going in and out of her vagina. Accompanied by Sister Zhang's beautiful moans, I felt my blood boiling, and my penis became harder, larger, and hotter than iron.

As I thrust forcefully, Sister Zhang's moans grew louder, her vagina began to contract rapidly, and her body writhed like a dying snake. Sister Zhang was about to climax! I had to hold her waist to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina during the rapid thrusts, and I thrust faster and deeper.

"Ah...ah...oh..."

"Oh...oh...oh..." Sister Zhang's cries were rapid and short, she was already breathless, and suddenly her body stiffened, her legs straightened, her chin tilted back, and I felt her vagina suddenly tightly grip my penis. "Ah..." With a piercing scream, Sister Zhang's whole body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina began to contract violently, and her hands gripping the condom clenched into fists. Sister Zhang had climaxed!

A seasoned woman, under my seduction and guidance, betraying her marriage, had climaxed under the ravages of a penis that wasn't her husband's. Just then, Zhang Jie's phone on the bedside table vibrated. Lost in her climax, she was completely unaware. I glanced at the caller ID: "Husband." A wicked smile crept across my face. Now you remember your wife? She's my woman now. You'd never imagine your wife was personally inserting another man's penis into her cunt.

Thinking this, I reached my peak of excitement. I wanted to ejaculate every last drop of my pent-up semen into Zhang Jie's womb, to truly possess her. With the phone's buzzing vibration, Zhang Jie's vagina contracted violently and rhythmically. My penis swelled even harder. While thrusting rapidly, I breathed heavily in Zhang Jie's ear, who was still immersed in her climax, and said, "Slut…" "…I'm going to cum inside you!" The voice was soft, but for Zhang Jie, it was a devastating blow.

"No...high..." But the weakness from the climax left her powerless to resist. Looking at Sister Zhang's helpless yet flushed face, inflamed by the climax, I tensed all my muscles, frantically thrusting my penis as if to pierce the woman beneath me. A tingling pleasure began to surge from my testicles. I held my breath, trying to accumulate the intense pleasure at my throbbing glans, desperately making a final sprint. Suddenly, my glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen, carrying intense pleasure, spurted from my urethra, crashing into the vagina of this woman who was both familiar and strange, penetrating her uterus and entering her body.

"Ah...you're mine...slut..." I growled, using my last bit of strength to thrust my hips forward, plunging my penis all the way in, the glans pressing firmly against Sister Zhang's clitoris.

"Ah..." Accompanied by Sister Zhang's moans, I trembled and collapsed onto her. With my eyes half-closed, I watched as Sister Zhang's hand, which had been tightly clutching the Durex condom, slowly loosened, and the little pink box was crushed. Yes, powerless to resist, one can only accept it. I believe a man's semen has a subtle effect. When your semen enters a woman's body, you not only possess her body, but her heart should also belong to you.

Because she has allowed your seed of life to be sown in her mysterious garden, this is the greatest recognition she can give you for the hard work you've put into her body. She believes that only by accepting your hot semen can she best repay you. This is your destiny!

My penis was still trembling inside Sister Zhang's vagina, continuously ejaculating my long-accumulated seed of life. Sister Zhang's vagina was still contracting, as if constantly sucking up long-awaited nectar. She held my head tightly in her arms, gently stroking my hair, letting me lie on her chest, breathing heavily. She herself gasped for air like a dying patient. Our bodies were soaked in sweat, our lower bodies, still joined, were a wet, sticky mess.

The suffocating climax gradually subsided, the rapid breathing calmed, and our intertwined, burning bodies slowly cooled. A wicked thought surged into my mind again, and my penis, still inside her vagina, jerked violently. Sister Zhang felt the tremor of this monster, and suspiciously turned my head, gazing at me with sleepy, seductive eyes. The lewd glint in my eyes immediately filled hers with unease. She didn't know what wicked scheme the man on top of her was plotting. This man had already taken her body, injected his "deadly" seed into her—wasn't that enough…? What else did he want…? she wondered.

Under her questioning and uneasy gaze, I slowly propped myself up, thrusting my hips outward with force. "Ah..." With a lewd cry from Sister Zhang, I pulled my still-erect, fluid-covered penis out of her contracting vagina, it still twitching as if defying her.

Sister Zhang stared at me, her eyes brimming with desire, bewildered. As I looked at my prey, now in my grasp, my gaze fell upon her disheveled vulva. The thick semen I had just ejaculated inside her was still flowing from her throbbing vagina, dripping onto the pillow.

What a lewd scene! Your semen was flowing from the vagina of a mature woman. This vulva, which originally belonged only to her husband, had been usurped by me. The nest that was originally meant to bear children for her husband was now filled with another man's seed. Perhaps these seeds were eagerly searching for eggs, and within a few days they would take root, sprout, and bear a different kind of fruit. Sister Zhang immediately understood what I was looking at, and quickly closed her wide-open legs, clamping them tightly together.

"What...don't want my dew to go to waste?" I said mischievously. This really put Sister Zhang in a dilemma.

"Gao, you're so naughty..." Sister Zhang scolded with a hint of coquettishness, her face flushed and not daring to look at me.

"Then let me take a good look..." I grabbed Sister Zhang's knee, "Come on, beautiful, spread your legs and let me see how much your little glutton has eaten of me." Under my teasing, Sister Zhang shyly parted her legs, like a young girl experiencing love for the first time. Looking at the scene before me, my penis was already at its peak. I pounced on Sister Zhang on the bed, quickly stripping off her remaining clothes and pinning this woman, who had already submitted to my "lewd power," back beneath me. At that moment, I saw the surprise and slight panic in Sister Zhang's eyes... That night, Sister Zhang and I made love countless times, like two wild beasts that had been thirsty for many years, engaging in unrestrained intercourse. I used my burning genitals to cultivate Sister Zhang's garden, repeatedly irrigating her vagina and uterus with scalding semen. This charming mature woman responded to my hard work with her wanton moans and overflowing vaginal fluids. We conveyed our love for each other through the most primal and instinctive behavior of animals, nourishing each other's bodies and souls with our bodily fluids. Her pubic hair was soaked with vaginal fluids time and time again, then dried again and again, finally sticking together. The sheets and pillows were covered with love fluids and semen stains. I only remember falling asleep during our frenzied lovemaking when sunlight peeked through the curtains, causing us to miss the morning meeting.

When we stepped out of the Eden-like 1107 room, the air in the corridor felt exceptionally fresh, a stark contrast to the humid, ambiguous atmosphere and the heavy smell of a man's semen that filled the room behind us. A night of passionate lovemaking had left Zhang Jie's face exceptionally rosy under the sunlight streaming through the hotel courtyard, while I was already weak and trembling, forcing myself to stay awake with my still-fluttering heart.

Arriving at the hotel lobby, I was starving and about to head towards the restaurant when Zhang Jie grabbed me. "Where are you going?" "To eat… I was so hungry last night…" I teased her with a laugh.

Sister Zhang blushed and pretended to be angry as she looked at me. "All you ever think about is food... Come with me and let's see if there's a pharmacy nearby." I immediately understood but still looked confused and asked, "Why do we need a pharmacy?" Sister Zhang got impatient and punched me hard. "Have you forgotten what bad things you did last night?" "Oh... I remember now." I said with a mischievous smile. "But the bad things, we did them together." "You rascal, you got the benefit and you're still acting innocent..." Sister Zhang punched me hard again, then turned around angrily to leave.

I quickly pulled her into my arms. "Don't be angry, baby, I was just teasing you... I'll take you." "Be careful... don't let anyone see us." Sister Zhang looked around and tried to break free from me.

"What are you afraid of? This is Foshan, nobody knows us." Sister Zhang finally gave up struggling, and I boldly put my arm around her waist and walked out of the hotel.

The pharmacy was easy to find; there was one not far away. "Hello, what medicine do you need?" the clerk greeted me warmly.

Sister Zhang looked at me, and noticing I hadn't moved, she went to the counter and asked, "Do you have emergency contraception?" The clerk glanced at me standing behind her, smiled, and said, "Yes, I'll get it for you." She turned to get the medicine, at which point Sister Zhang turned back, blushing, and glared at me. I feigned innocence.

"Here are your medicines; there are three types for you to choose from." Sister Zhang turned to select her medicine, while I went to the condom counter to look at them.

"Sir, how much is this one?" I asked, pointing to a pair of erotic condoms.

"Please wait a moment." The clerk, having helped Sister Zhang choose her medicine, came to me, and Sister Zhang followed.

"Sir, this is an erotic one; two for 40 yuan." Sister Zhang's face immediately turned red, and she pinched me hard.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed. "Okay, okay, if you don't want anything sexy, just give me this Durex Tightening 12-pack." I deliberately misinterpreted what Sister Zhang meant. The saleswoman smiled and brought out the condoms. By then, Sister Zhang's face was red to her neck, but she couldn't do anything about it. She turned around and stormed out. I quickly paid, grabbed the box of condoms, and chased after her.

Back at the hotel, Sister Zhang sat across from me at the dining table, her face stern. "How could you be so naughty? Why did you buy so much of that stuff?" I sat down next to her seriously and put my arm around her shoulder. "We still have two days before we go back, right? Do you want to do what you did last night?" Sister Zhang's face turned red again. "You're so naughty," she scolded playfully, then muttered under her breath, "We don't need that much." I pulled her arm tightly around her shoulder, raised my chin mischievously, and said, "I'm afraid it won't be enough." Sister Zhang retorted defiantly, "Be careful you don't work yourself to death, you little bastard. Let's see how you explain it to your wife when you get back." I thought to myself, I've already made your husband a cuckold. "Hehe, whether I can explain it to my wife when I get back depends on whether you can drain me dry," I said smugly.

"You rascal... don't be so playful, you've already used up all your energy." Sister Zhang stroked my face, looking at me with maternal eyes. "I've already given you my body, you don't need to be in such a hurry." Hearing this, my already exhausted penis immediately hardened. I really wanted to strip her naked right there and have a good time. I grabbed Sister Zhang's small hand and pressed it onto my already erect crotch. Sister Zhang was startled by my sudden action. "Are you crazy? Someone will see us." She immediately pulled her hand back and punched me hard, not daring to look at me.

"If you're worried about me ruining my body, then buy me some medicine to help me recover. After I recover, it'll all be yours anyway..." I continued to tease her. At this moment, Sister Zhang's phone vibrated in her pocket. Sister Zhang took out the phone in confusion. The screen read "Husband".

"Hello..." Sister Zhang answered the phone. A man's voice came through the receiver, "Wife, why didn't you answer the phone last night? I called you several times." "Oh... I was too tired yesterday and went to bed early. I put the phone on vibrate and didn't hear it." At this moment, Sister Zhang glared at me fiercely. She must have guessed that I had put the phone on vibrate.

I couldn't hear what her husband was rambling on the other end of the phone. I only heard Sister Zhang say, "He's in a meeting. He'll be home in a couple of days. Don't call again... Don't worry about him." Then the phone hung up.

Sister Zhang looked at me with the phone, about to speak, when I called to the waiter, "Waiter, a glass of warm water." Then I said softly to Sister Zhang, "Take your medicine first, then we'll eat." Sister Zhang swallowed her words. The water came, and Sister Zhang peeled off two small white pills and placed them in her palm. The pills looked exceptionally white in her palm, dazzlingly white. Sister Zhang stared at the pills for a few seconds, "Eat them..." I interrupted Sister Zhang's daze. She closed her eyes, raised her hand, and swallowed the pills. After our "breakfast," we rushed off to our meeting.

For the next two days, aside from work and meals, we explored each other's bodies, squandering our bodily fluids, making love tirelessly. When I left, I kept the box of Durex condoms that witnessed my first time with Zhang Jie. Our short, wonderful "honeymoon" ended, and we returned to our familiar city, back to familiar people, but the story continued, just in a different way…

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