Obsessed with his sister-in-law's large breasts and wide hips

I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned to look at my sister-in-law lying beside me. Her breathing was still labored, her face flushed, her eyes closed, a satisfied expression on her face. Fine beads of sweat covered her body, and her firm, full breasts swayed slightly with each breath, her nipples still proudly erect. Her white body nestled against me, one leg draped over mine. Thinking of how this voluptuous woman had just moved beneath me, moaning and panting, I felt a sense of conquest. But this was quickly followed by a wave of guilt. For the past

few months, after each passionate encounter with my sister-in-law, the intense pleasure of our lovemaking had been incredibly satisfying, but guilt had also taken root and grown within me. I didn't know what to do! Each time it ended, I thought, "This should be the last time. I must never indulge in this again. I'm letting down my wife and children, and I'm letting down my boss too." But every time I met my sister-in-law, seeing her voluptuous body, her full breasts and pert buttocks, I couldn't help but impatiently strip off her clothes and thrust into her, satisfying my desires. I knew I was addicted to my sister-in-law's body; the sexual sensations I experienced with her were unlike anything I'd ever had with my wife. So, whenever I saw her, all moral constraints vanished. My only thought was to ride and thrust on her body without exception. My

sister-in-law wasn't actually my sister-in-law, but the wife of my sworn brother, the eldest brother. He had been sentenced to five years in prison for a crime. On the day he went in, we brothers told him to reform himself and try to get out soon, not to worry about home, and that we would take good care of his wife and children. Honestly, I meant it when I said that. I never imagined that in the days that followed, I would truly be taking good care of my sister-in-law—taking good care of her in bed.

Cheating and having an affair are undeniably exciting and tempting. I believe that given the opportunity, no one, man or woman, could resist such temptation. However, the object of the affair is crucial. If it's just an online friend or a respectable young woman you don't know well, you can simply walk away afterward without any guilt. But if the affair is with someone you know, or even a friend's wife, after you've had your way with her, a sense of guilt and unease will always well up inside you. And I kept going through this cycle, unable to resist having sex with my sister-in-law, only to feel remorse afterwards.

I know my behavior is despicable, but sometimes temptation is irresistible, especially when it comes to a single, mature, and sexy married woman. My sister-in-law's name is Liping. She's not particularly beautiful, and a little plump, but her skin is fair and smooth, and her bright, large eyes are especially beautiful when they blink. A woman's slight plumpness in her thirties actually makes her look more voluptuous, and Liping, being a career woman, always wears a business suit, which makes her appear even more curvaceous and alluring. Her already ample hips appeared even fuller and more pert under the short skirt, and her firm, full breasts seemed even more prominent beneath her shirt or t-shirt. My inability to resist at the last moment was largely due to her attire. Since my husband went to jail, because we lived so close, Liping would always think of me first when she needed help at home—changing the gas cylinder, changing a light bulb, buying heavy household items. Sometimes, when she was too busy, I would help pick up her child. So, my meetings with Liping were very frequent. It was precisely because we met so often that things inevitably happened.

I believe that initially, neither of us imagined that this would happen. As we met more often, we had more opportunities to talk. Sometimes, after helping her at her house, she would pour me a cup of tea, and we would sit down and chat. During these conversations, Liping would always mention my husband, reflecting on her current situation and life, and she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears. A woman's tears are always the ultimate weapon to soften a man's heart. Every time I see her on the verge of tears, with a pitiful and resentful expression, my heart is filled with sympathy and pity. I hand her a tissue and wipe her tears. Perhaps it was these gentle and meticulous actions that softened Liping's defenses. Several times, when she was feeling down, she looked at me tenderly with tearful eyes and asked, "Can I lean on your shoulder?" At that moment, how could I bear to refuse a heartbroken woman's comfort? I nodded, and Liping gently rested her head on my shoulder. And this action, in retrospect, was truly the catalyst for the whole incident. Because only when a woman's heart is close to a man's will she be willing to do such a thing, and when the heart is close, the physical distance is not far either.

There were a few times when Liping rested her head on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw a scene that almost made my nose bleed. Liping's shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, and looking through the collar, one could see a large expanse of white, full breasts, even the areolas and nipples slightly exposed. The scent of her delicate femininity filled the air, the feel of her full, elastic breasts against my arm, and my eyes on her white bosom—it was an irresistible temptation. A man would naturally react at that moment, and this reaction was seen by the woman leaning on his shoulder. Thus, the room was filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity. Several times, I saw Liping suddenly blush and her breathing quicken. We both realized the awkwardness, and an impulse was sprouting, but the force of moral restraint was too strong. We both controlled ourselves and didn't cross that line. I believe that during those times we were close, if one of us had taken the initiative even slightly, we probably would have slept together much sooner.

But ultimately, our rational restraint couldn't withstand the swelling desire.

And so, slowly, Liping's image began to appear in my mind! I know this has nothing to do with romantic love, because whenever I think of her, I always think of her full hips and ample breasts, and the beautiful sight of her chest that I saw those days. I even started to imagine how alluring and captivating her body would be if she were completely naked. During those days, when I had sex with my wife, I treated her as her!

At this point, aside from moral condemnation, everything seemed natural.

It happened one day in July last year. My wife had taken our son to her parents' house for summer vacation. July and August are peak season for thunderstorms, and that day was a stormy night. Outside, there was lightning and thunder, and the rain was pouring down. I was browsing a sex website on my computer inside. Because I hadn't had sex for over two weeks, I was feeling incredibly aroused and was about to masturbate when a phone call came in. It was Liping calling, and I immediately answered.

"Hey! Where are you right now? Can you come to my place? There was a lightning strike, and my power went out!"

"Okay, I'm coming right away!"

I casually threw on a t-shirt, grabbed my car keys, and drove to Liping's apartment complex. Parking was really tight in the complex, so I parked quite a distance from her place and ran towards hers. Because of the heavy rain, I was almost soaked to the bone in no time. Downstairs at her building, I used my phone's flashlight to find her main power switch, turned it on, and went upstairs to knock on the door. After a while, Liping finally opened the door. When I saw Liping, I froze, and my lower body immediately felt like it was on fire. Liping was wearing a thin, strappy dress. The worst part was that the dress was so thin, and even worse, I could clearly see through it that she wasn't wearing a bra. Under the light from the doorway, the outline of her full, perky breasts was faintly visible, and her nipples were clearly erect. My mind raced with chaotic thoughts: "What does she mean? Is she trying to seduce me? Otherwise, why would she dress like this? Isn't dressing like this in front of other men a way to seduce them?..."

"You're here so fast? The phone's already ringing!" Liping saw me soaking wet. "Come in and dry yourself off, you're so wet!"

I went into her house, and Liping turned and headed towards the bathroom. "I'll get you a towel!" I noticed she was limping on her right leg, so I quickly went to support her and asked, "What happened to your leg?"

Liping glanced at me and gave a wry smile. "I twisted it!"

"Then I'll take you to the hospital!"

"No need! It's not serious, I'm fine!"

"Are you sure? I think we should go to the hospital for an X-ray to see if there's anything wrong with the bones, just to be on the safe side!"

Liping smiled and shook her head. "It's really nothing, I knew what I was doing, I just twisted it lightly, and it doesn't hurt as much as it did before!"

Since she seemed so sure, I didn't insist. But as soon as I shifted my attention from her concern, my heart started pounding. I held her arm with one hand and supported her waist with the other, standing to her side. Her fair, rounded shoulders were right in front of me, and her full, firm breasts were now mostly visible through her dress. My heart started racing, my lips went dry, and the fire in my lower abdomen began to burn fiercely again.

Before I could even come to my senses, we had already reached the restroom. Liping took a pink towel from the towel rack and turned around to help me dry myself. I stared at her, her face slightly flushed. My gaze moved downwards, because as she moved her arm, her full breasts swayed gently through her sheer dress, especially her nipples, which seemed even more prominent than before, like two cherries. My mouth was dry, and my penis was already erect.

The atmosphere had changed completely. In fact, at this point, I no longer had any doubt that the voluptuous and sexy woman in front of me was within my grasp, but my heart was still restrained by moral constraints. Liping began to wipe the rain off my arms. I believe she had already seen that my penis was already erect like a tent, which was even more obvious because I was wearing athletic shorts. Liping seemed to pause for a moment, and her wiping slowed down. I looked at her, and although she was looking down, I could still clearly see that her gaze was fixed on my erect penis. Liping suddenly slowly raised her head to look at me, and the affection in her eyes was irresistible, a little shy, a little expectant, and also containing a burning desire. After all, a woman in her thirties is at the age of virility, and after so long, her body also craved the nourishment of a man.

At that moment, I was truly torn between two conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the responsibility to my family; on the other, the loyalty to my brother. Yet, right now, such a stunning beauty was before me, like a ripe apple just waiting to be picked. Those few seconds of eye contact felt like an eternity. Several times I wanted to embrace her, but each time I restrained myself. This torment made me feel hot and uncomfortable all over, not knowing what to do.

Sometimes, when you can't make a decision, fate will make it for you. Just then, a clap of thunder suddenly rang in my ears, as if striking my heart, and then everything went black—the power went out again. Liping cried out and threw herself into my arms. Instantly, I felt the softness and elasticity of her body against mine, her firm breasts pressing tightly against my chest. Was this fate? Perhaps, but who knew that Liping's embrace wasn't intentional?

As I held Liping's smooth, elastic body, all thoughts of morality, responsibility, and being a brother's wife vanished. I pulled Liping close, lowered my head, and searched for her lips. Liping raised her head slightly, and her soft lips met mine. I opened my mouth and took hers in, my tongue sliding in. Without any resistance, Liping opened her mouth to welcome me. I sent my tongue in, and a warm, wet tongue met it, and we intertwined. Perhaps the darkness gave us courage, because our kisses made soft, smacking sounds. My hands weren't idle either; I stroked her back a few times before reaching for her chest, climbing up her full, firm breasts.

"Ah!" Li Ping let out a satisfied moan as my hands grasped her breasts. Li Ping's breasts were really big; one hand couldn't even fully hold them. As I kneaded them, her already erect nipples rubbed against my palms. Nipples are probably a sensitive area for most women. While I kneaded her breasts, my fingers occasionally slid across her nipples. At this time, Li Ping's body would tremble slightly, and she would moan "Ah!" But her mouth was completely covered by my kiss, so each "Ah" would always stop abruptly.

I reached under her skirt, lifted it up, and with a quick push, Liping cooperated by raising her arms. The dress was easily removed. Flashes of lightning rippled outside, and in that instant, I saw Liping's full, fair body. Her breasts stood proudly erect, not sagging at all. My penis was rock hard, and all I wanted was to penetrate her. I turned her around so her back was facing me, ripped off her white panties, and guided my erect penis to her genitals. My hand touched something already wet. Liping adjusted her position, positioning her vaginal opening against my penis. I thrust forward, my entire penis disappearing into her body.

"Ah!--"

"Ah!--"

We both groaned in satisfaction simultaneously. Her slippery vagina enveloped my penis, warm and moist. As soon as I entered, I began to thrust fiercely. Liping braced herself on the washstand, her back slightly bent, her hips responding to each of my thrusts. I reached forward and grabbed her two drooping breasts, kneading them roughly. At that moment, I had no other thoughts but to release the pent-up desire within me, so I thrust in and out relentlessly. After all, I hadn't been with a woman for over half a month, and the burning desire within me was palpable. Liping moaned "Ah, ah" with each powerful thrust, and I believed she, too, needed release. My performance this time was unexpectedly good; my erection felt harder than ever before in recent times. In this rear-entry position, because the woman's legs weren't spread, the man's penis felt a tightness. And perhaps because of her arousal, Li Ping's vagina was contracting rhythmically. I thrust in and out continuously, Li Ping moaning "Ah ah" throughout the room. The slapping of our skin against each other was accompanied by occasional flashes of lightning outside, followed by thunder. Everything was harmonious and natural, without any unnecessary scenes.

I don't know how much time passed, but a tingling sensation shot through my lower body—I was about to ejaculate! I increased my intensity, finally reaching my climax. I let out a low growl, pressing tightly against Li Ping's buttocks. With each ejaculation, I couldn't help but jerk, shooting all my semen into Li Ping's body. With each thrust, I noticed Li Ping's body convulsing. When all the semen was released, I felt weak, leaning gently against Li Ping's back, my hands clasped around her breasts. We both breathed heavily. As our

breathing gradually calmed, neither of us spoke. At this moment, words were superfluous; what was there to say? The torrential rain outside gradually subsided, and the occasional flashes of lightning and thunder were now far, far away. The rain lessened, and the room was unusually quiet. My penis, now limp, slipped out of Liping's vagina. After the initial impulse, reason would slowly return. But the deed was done, and wanting to do so would only add to my guilt and shame. I wanted to say something, but I still didn't know what to say. The voluptuous woman in my arms remained, her soft body, smooth skin, full breasts, and pert buttocks—everything felt so real.

Liping suddenly said softly, "Aren't you going to let go of me? My hands are sore, and my legs are numb!"

I felt a wave of shame, released Liping, and took two steps back. In the darkness, I saw Liping walk to the side, groping for something.

"What's wrong? Are you looking for something?"

Li Ping's voice was still soft: "I'm rinsing, it's all leaking out!"

It's all leaking out—of course I knew what it meant. Hearing that, my mind inexplicably went blank. Yes, I had just slept with this woman, and ejaculated inside her completely. Suddenly, I reached out and pulled Li Ping into my arms, then kissed her fiercely on the lips. This time, I kissed her hard, held her tightly, as if I wanted to meld her into my body. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, sucking it forcefully. Li Ping made soft "mmm" sounds, letting me savor her soft, delicate tongue. We kissed so passionately, so intensely, until we were both almost breathless before we let go. The panting that had just subsided started again. Li Ping asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head: "Nothing! I just wanted to hold you, I just wanted to kiss you!"

Liping rested her head on my shoulder, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Do you regret it?"

I shook my head without hesitation: "I feel guilty and ashamed, but I really don't regret it! I know this isn't good for you, but I just couldn't help myself! You know, for the past few days, you've been on my mind all the time! I think about you every day!"

Liping chuckled softly: "Thinking about having sex with me?"

I was stunned. I never expected Liping to say such a thing. To be honest, I had indeed been thinking about having sex with her lately, but how could I possibly answer like that now? I pretended to be angry, pushed her away from my embrace, and said, "What do you take me for? Yes, that's right, I have indeed been thinking about having sex with you, but for the past six months, every time I come to your place and see you, even though the time we spend together is always short, but... but when I'm with you, I feel both sympathy and pity. I've always cared about you. Whenever you need anything, I usually drop what I'm doing and come over immediately. I don't know how to say it, anyway... anyway... never mind, I don't know how to say it either. What happened today was my fault. I'm leaving now." "If you need anything in the future, just call me. I'll still come to help..." I turned to leave, but Liping grabbed me, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and laughed, "A grown man like you, so petty, can't even take a joke!" She giggled a few more times, then whispered in my ear, "I often think about you too, thinking about you coming and having sex with me!" I hadn't expected Liping to have this kind of personality, but hearing her say such things so jokingly made me feel a lot more relaxed. Then I asked with a grin, "You mean, if I had made my move sooner, you would have been with me already?"

"Yeah, who knew you were such a coward! You had so many opportunities but didn't make a move!"

I cursed myself inwardly, then deliberately sighed. "So today, seeing that I hadn't even made a move, you deliberately threw yourself at me to seduce me?"

Liping hit me. "Who's seducing you? I'm genuinely afraid of thunder and lightning! That thunder was so loud, so... so...! I never expected you, you scoundrel, to take advantage of me!"

I sighed. To be honest, putting aside whether Liping's advances were intentional or not, if the power hadn't tripped and the room had been pitch black, with no one able to see anyone, it was hard to say what I would have done next.

"Why are you sighing? Why aren't you saying anything?" Liping persisted.

“If the power hadn’t suddenly gone out today, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do this to you!”

Liping smiled again. “If you still don’t have the guts, I’ll have to seduce you!”

“Okay, you finally admit it. You originally wanted to seduce me, didn’t you?” I suddenly felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Liping’s attitude and words after we made love were something I hadn’t expected. I did feel guilty and remorseful for sleeping with my brother’s wife, but her attitude made me feel like I was shirking a lot of responsibility. This thought was shameless, but it did make me feel much lighter.

“Hong, I’m a normal woman too. I have physical needs. These past six months have been tough. I really need to release my pent-up emotions. If this hadn’t happened, I really can’t guarantee I wouldn’t have done this with another man!” Liping hugged my waist, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, “Ever since his accident, there have been plenty of men around me who want to get me into bed. But I don’t feel anything for any of them. All they care about is sleeping with me. Only you are different. I know you really care about me. You’re always the first one to be there for me when I’m in trouble, although… hehe… you’re thinking about sleeping with me too!” Liping started off with a rather resentful tone, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity for her. After all, this woman and I had already had sex, but then she suddenly changed the subject and blurted out this sentence, leaving me speechless. Just as I was wondering what to say, she suddenly said seriously, "Hong, I know you might feel guilty or remorseful, but you really don't need to. Because what happened today was exactly what I wanted. Even if it wasn't with you, it would have been with another man sooner or later. I'd rather have it with my own family than someone else, right?" I was truly taken aback by Li Ping's words, but I finally understood her intentions. Perhaps these were her true feelings; she had sex with me only to satisfy her physical needs, but she was saying this to ease my conscience.

In that instant, I felt gratitude and pity for the woman in my arms. What an understanding woman she was! She not only gave herself to me but also took all the responsibility upon herself. At that moment, I felt even more guilty. I couldn't say a word, and I hugged the woman in my arms even tighter, feeling the warmth of her smooth flesh against my skin.

"Okay, go turn on the power, I need to take a shower, it's all down to my ankles!" Liping said mischievously.

I chuckled, put on my athletic shorts, turned on my phone's flashlight, and ran downstairs naked to turn on the power. Then I hurriedly ran back into the room. I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I went in and saw a snow-white body showering. Just now, in complete darkness, I could only sense the sensuality of that body through the fleeting glimpse of lightning. Now, under the bright light, I could see that woman's naked body so clearly from the side. Her breasts were so full, the nipples slightly upturned, without a trace of sagging. Her buttocks were full and plump, and although her abdomen didn't have much excess fat, it was no longer flat. However, this did not detract from the woman's overall beauty. The clear water flowing over her fair skin made her even more alluring. Thinking about how I had just possessed this woman, I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat. But during that last sexual encounter, I had only satisfied my own desires and hadn't truly enjoyed it. I thought, in the days to come, I would truly enjoy this woman and let her experience the same pleasure of sex.

I took off my pants and walked towards her. She turned and smiled at me, her face, which wasn't stunningly beautiful, radiating boundless brilliance, so captivating. I walked behind her, slipped my hands under her armpits, and crossed them, grasping her two firm breasts. Warm water cascaded over us at the same time. At that moment, I could see her, and feel her in my arms; my heart was filled with satisfaction. I gently kneaded her breasts with both hands, my lips lightly kissing her shoulders, neck, and ears. Liping turned her head to meet my lips, and we kissed. At that moment, our movements were gentle, everything was so tender and peaceful.

"Let me help you rinse off!" Liping left my embrace, took the showerhead, and started rinsing me. Before she had rinsed me for long, I suddenly saw her give a mischievous smile, and with a flick of her wrist, water sprayed onto my genitals. I smiled at her, and she smiled back at me, squatting down, continuing to spray water with one hand while holding my penis with the other. She gently stroked it a few times, then opened her mouth and took my penis into her mouth.

"Ah!" The moment my penis entered her mouth, I groaned comfortably. My entire penis was in her mouth, warm and smooth. Liping gently sucked on it, then began to move her head back and forth, teasing it with her mouth.

It was clear that Liping was experienced in oral sex. My penis moved in and out of her mouth without any teeth involved. Liping's lips were quite thick, making the oral sex even more pleasurable. I looked down at my penis moving in and out of Liping's mouth; the stimulation was immense. Although our previous sex hadn't been long, my penis was already hard again. Liping would occasionally swallow and release my penis, then take the glans in her mouth and suck hard, licking it rapidly with her tongue before taking it in again. Soon, my penis was hard and erect. This surprised me greatly, because as I've gotten older, it's difficult to get an erection so quickly after sex; two or three times a night was a thing of the past. But now, this voluptuous woman was making my penis incredibly hard again with her mouth. I envied my husband for having such a skilled oral sex wife, while I was enjoying this wife's superb oral skills—a pleasure I had never experienced with my own wife.

My wife looked up at me, smiling sweetly. Her left hand gently lifted my penis, then she softly took one testicle into her mouth, sucking lightly twice. She then took the other testicle into her mouth, her left hand gently stroking my penis. Her movements were so gentle and tender, yet the stimulation and pleasure she gave me were so intense. I stroked Liping's smooth, supple face with one hand: "I want you!" Liping obediently stood up, then turned around, leaning against the wall, her backside facing me. She turned her head, her eyes filled with seductive allure: "Come on!"

I gently patted her buttocks, shook my head with a smile, pulled her up, then carried her horizontally out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Liping asked.

I carried her to the sofa, laid her horizontally, stroked her cheek, and said gently, "I can't just think about my own pleasure; I want to make you very, very happy!"

We're both adults; Liping understood what I meant and nodded.

I started kissing her from her forehead, lightly skimming the water, moving slowly downwards. My hands roamed and caressed her body. When I began to circle her nipples with my tongue and then lick them sharply, Liping's breathing quickened, and she let out soft moans from time to time. Her breasts were still so full and elastic, her nipples already proudly erect. I licked them with the tip of my tongue and teased them with my fingers, and Liping's moans and breathing grew heavier. Finally, my mouth slowly moved to Liping's genitals.

Liping had been eagerly anticipating this moment. Her legs were spread wide apart, her pubic hair thick and black, and her vulva glistened with the light, proving it was already wet. My tongue slid around her vagina, but avoided touching the moist opening. Liping twisted her hips as I moved, trying to bring her vulva closer to my tongue, but I quickly dodged each time.

Liping's breathing grew increasingly rapid: "Give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly!"

"Give you what?" I teased her deliberately.

"You bad guy, I hate you so much! Give it to me quickly... ah... ah... ah...!" Before she could finish, I covered her labia with my tongue, sliding it up and down quickly a few times, then pressed it against her erect clitoris.

The sudden pleasure interrupted Liping's words with a moan, a moan so joyful, so satisfying. Liping's buttocks rose high, as if the pressure of my tongue against her clitoris wasn't enough, she lifted her buttocks high to give her the greatest pleasure. I pressed my tongue against her for a while, then slid it into her vagina, pushing it in forcefully.

"Ah—!" Liping's moan had become a long sound, the extreme stimulation making her moan hoarse. When I slid my tongue against her clitoris again, Liping seemed to lose all strength, collapsing onto the sofa, breathing rapidly and heavily.

This was the moment she was experiencing her climax, and I didn't stimulate her further. I gently kissed her around her, and as her breathing gradually calmed down, my tongue moved to her anus.

"No, it's dirty there!"

Ignoring her cries, my tongue was already licking her anus, and my right thumb was rubbing her labia, sliding back and forth. Liping clearly wanted to say something, but the double stimulation of her lower body rendered her speechless, and her breathing, which had just calmed down, slowly became rapid again.

Actually, I don't like licking a woman's anus, after all, it's where she urinates, and I've never licked that area with my own wife. But at this moment, I don't know why, I felt a deep tenderness for this woman. Perhaps it still had nothing to do with love, but sexually, I truly wanted her to experience the most intense climax.

My tongue circled and probed around her anus, while my thumb pressed harder against her labia, occasionally striking her clitoris. Liping's breathing grew faster and faster, as if she couldn't catch her breath. Her words became incoherent: "Ah...I'm going to die!...Ah...Help...!" Perhaps Liping had been deprived of pleasure for too long; not long after her previous orgasm, another surged forth. Suddenly, her body arched, and she seemed to hold her breath, letting out a long, slow "Ah—" before collapsing onto the sofa, breathing heavily as if she were suffocating.

I leaned over her, looking at her. Liping's cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly open, her gaze glazed, her breath coming in rapid gasps. I smiled at this woman still experiencing orgasm, feeling satisfied and happy. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about releasing my own desire; watching Liping in the throes of orgasm gave me a feeling of greater satisfaction than ejaculating myself.

After a while, Liping finally slowly came to her senses. She reached out and stroked my face, softly saying, "You bad boy, you've made me almost breathless!"

I chuckled, "If it feels good outside, do you want it inside too?"

Liping was completely unpretentious and didn't hesitate at all, nodding, "Yes, hurry up and fuck me!"

I knelt beside her buttocks, spread her legs, and thrust my penis in.

"Ah!"

Because I had already ejaculated once, my libido wasn't very strong now. I moved slowly, watching Liping sway up and down with my thrusts. Her breasts truly lived up to their name, showing me what "waves of passion" meant.

Clearly, after two orgasms, Liping's sensitivity had decreased; her moans and gasps were now very soft. I leaned down and kissed her: "Was that good?"

"Mmm! Very good! It's been so long since I've felt this good!"

"That's good! I'll make you feel good often from now on!"

Liping glanced at me and asked earnestly, "Really? Really, often?"

I nodded: "Why not?"

Liping gently clamped her legs around my hips, thrusting her hips to meet my movements: "Don't leave me, okay? At least not for these next few years, okay?" Liping whispered beneath me.

Liping's face was full of expectation as she stared at me, her head bobbing up and down with each thrust, a rhythmic moan escaping her lips. Seeing all this, a strange chord seemed to have been struck within me. I knew it still had nothing to do with love, but at this moment, looking at the woman beneath me, I felt an indescribable pang of heartache.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Liping continued, "I know this request is unreasonable, but I'm really lonely and isolated. These days, I often stay up very late and can't fall asleep. When I can't sleep, I always think of you, how wonderful it would be if you were by my side… Don't worry, I won't break up your family. I just want you to spend some time with me…" Before she could finish, I kissed her on the lips, and at the same time, my lower body began to thrust harder. Liping's lips were covered by my kiss, but the pleasure from her lower body made her breathing quicken, and she moaned softly, but because my mouth was covered, it sounded like she was struggling. After I removed my lips, Liping opened her mouth, breathing heavily and panting.

I held Liping tightly, wishing I could meld her into my body. Each thrust was powerful, and as I thrust, I said intermittently, "I'll be with you! I'll be with you for the next few years! Li Huan isn't here this summer, so I'll be with you every day, okay?"

Liping's flushed face showed joy, and the increasingly intense pleasure in her lower body made her involuntarily raise her head, moaning as she answered, "Mmm! Okay... ah... then this summer... ah... I... ah... I'll be a good girl... ah... and be your... mmm... good... ah... good wife!... I'll do your laundry and cook for you... tonight... tonight... I'll let you... ah... fuck me!... I want you... ah... fuck me every day!" As she spoke, I didn't stop thrusting; instead, I thrust even harder and faster, so Liping could only speak intermittently, and it took her a long time to finish saying that one sentence.

"Can I do whatever I want with you?"

"Mmm... as long as you like... ah... whatever you want... do me however you want... ah... so good... I'm yours..."

"Then from now on, whenever you're at home, you're not allowed to wear clothes, you have to be naked!"

"Mmm... I'll take my clothes off... just for you to see... ah!"

"Tell the truth, has your asshole ever been fucked by the boss?"

"No... ah... he thought about it... but I'm afraid of the pain... ah... deeper... ah... almost there... ah... you want it... I'll give it to you... ah... I'll let you fuck my first time... mmm ah... only for you to fuck..."

We were talking nonsense. Anyone with experience knows that when a man and woman reach orgasm during sex, some things that might normally be embarrassing to say come out naturally at that moment. Instead of feeling cheesy, they act like a catalyst, making the sex even more passionate.

Although it was just a simple thrusting motion, Liping and I felt increasingly excited and pleasured. We were panting heavily, and we cooperated tacitly. Whether it was words or actions, my waist was aching from thrusting, but I still didn't want to stop.

"I still want to cum inside!" I gasped, my voice heavy with breath.

"Mmm, cum inside... ah... cum inside every time from now on... give it to me... ah!" Liping suddenly let out a long moan, her legs clamping tightly around my buttocks like an octopus. At that moment, I also ejaculated profusely, my penis reaching its deepest point, my semen gushing out.

This time, the sex was exhilarating and satisfying, with foreplay that satisfied both of us, followed by a final, powerful thrust until ejaculation.

We were both covered in sweat, panting heavily, unable to calm down for a long time.

After these two sexual encounters, all the barriers between Liping and me had been broken. There were no more obstacles or hesitations. That night, I stayed at her house, and from then on, I stayed with her every day except for a quick change of clothes at her place.

For the first two or three days, we had sex almost every day, and Liping gave me her anus without hesitation on the second day. Although she was screaming in pain, she still persisted until I ejaculated inside her anus. Actually, this was my first time having sex with a woman's anus, because I had been rejected by my wife before. I didn't expect that I would get it so easily with Liping. This feeling was completely different from the feeling in the vagina. The tightness and the pleasure of the thrusting made me ejaculate in no time.

For the first two days, we were able to have sex every day, but after these two or three days, my back ached and I wanted to hold back and continue. But Liping really kept our agreement from that time we had sex. Whenever I was at her house, she would walk around the house naked. So, even though I was already exhausted, seeing her snow-white, full body and her swaying breasts, my penis involuntarily became erect. The thought of having sex with someone else's wife always gave me a special kind of stimulation. Without hesitation, I threw Liping onto the bed and started having sex. But two days later, even while still inside her, before I could ejaculate, my penis had already gone limp.

Liping, understandingly, said, "Take a few days off, you've been very tired these past few days!"

"I also want to rest for a couple of days, but seeing you wandering around naked, I can't help but want to do you! I could get an erection at first, but maybe I'm too tired these past few days, it went soft again!"

"Then I'll wear clothes from now on, not be naked!

" "No! I like looking at you like this!

" "I can be naked, but you can't do this anymore, your health is important!"

"Okay, I'll hold back! Don't you want it?"

"Silly girl! Of course I want you! But I've been very satisfied these past few days, I'm not the kind of person with a really strong sex drive! Besides, we have a long future ahead of us. Can I escape your grasp?"

Looking at the naked Liping nestled in my arms, her hands gently caressing my chest, I put one arm around her shoulder and the other hand kneading one of her breasts. This feeling of possession was indeed very good.

In the days to come, I will take good care of Liping.

[The End]

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