Having an affair with the neighbor's wife.

Having an affair with my neighbor's wife.

She was my neighbor's wife, several years older than me. Although my family and theirs didn't keep in close contact,

I'd liked her since high school. Maybe it was because she was really beautiful, or maybe it was because I often heard moans coming from their house

late at night.

I always thought it was just a fantasy, but she actually came into my life.

She was indeed a beautiful woman; although she was thirty-three, she exuded

an allure that made me want to bite her.

Usually, I would just greet her when we met, and although I would have many fantasies afterward,

this continued until I graduated from university.

I worked at an investment company, often not getting off work until seven or eight in the evening, so I often

ordered an omelet rice at a Japanese restaurant near my company for dinner.

Of course, this restaurant was also a place I often brought online friends to eat; I can't even remember

how many sweet words I said there. I had a special feeling for this restaurant.

But last Tuesday, the night before the APEC long holiday, I unexpectedly

ran into her there. Her curly hair, her body—she was so captivating there.

For a moment, I completely forgot to greet her!

She saw me too, and walked straight towards me with that smile that had captivated me for six years.

She was there to buy clothes. We ate and chatted, and she kept asking me if the clothes looked good, because she said

women's clothes are always for men to see. To be honest, I didn't know if her clothes looked good, because

they very revealing, barely any fabric. I could even see her red nipples in her bra when she looked down to eat.

Although I couldn't see them very clearly, and although I didn't dare to look at someone I knew so well like that, it definitely aroused

my desire for her. It was also strange that a woman in her thirties would still have red nipples!

My penis got hard!

We talked so much for the first time, and I say so because it was the first time we talked

so much about things other than everyday matters. I discovered that her interests weren't that different from people our age. She also liked

to go dancing after work, but I liked to go to "True Love," while she liked to go to "Roger's."

I joked, "Let's go dancing today, your husband won't mind, will he?" She actually

agreed, saying she'd go tonight, because her husband had gone to Hong Kong and wouldn't be back for a week; he'd just left today, and she'd

just seen him off at the airport and gone shopping for clothes on Huaihai Road.

We sat at the open-air bar in Xintiandi until 10:30, and she said she wanted to check out "True Love." We got there at

11:30.

It was peak time, very crowded. I suggested we get something to drink first, and she said beer. Actually, I

don't drink, but since she said beer, it wouldn't be right for me not to, so I ordered four bottles.

I could already feel my face turning red; it was so hot. Finally, she couldn't resist going to dance, saying she

couldn't stand it, no matter how crowded it was, and pulled me in. It was the first time she held my hand, and I touched her

arm—it was so soft and warm. I felt a strong urge.

To be honest, I really like "True Love" because the women there are really beautiful. For

a time, I came here just to see the women. Her outfit today was actually very suitable for the atmosphere—

tight-fitting, low-cut, making her look very voluptuous, but she's always been a voluptuous woman.

She started a head-shaking dance in front of me, her eyes closed, rhythmically swaying her long hair. I was surprised that

someone her age would enjoy head-shaking; I'd always thought it was the domain of lively young girls. I was even more astonished that

as she shook her head, her breasts swayed more rhythmically than her hair. I took a step closer to her, for

some reason—perhaps I wanted to accidentally touch her incredibly alluring breasts.

She shook her head really wildly, almost frantically. I sometimes dance like that, but I

can only manage five minutes at most; I can't stand the dizziness. But she danced for a minute and a half, then suddenly burst into laughter and hugged me.

I was genuinely startled. She laughed maniacally, saying she couldn't dance anymore and asked me to help her for a while. I held her, feeling

a little overwhelmed and flattered. It wasn't that I'd never held a woman before, but she was truly special to me. It wasn't love; it was

a different feeling altogether. Back in high school, I even considered her like an elder, but today, in this

setting, I could actually hold her so tightly. Her scent made me dizzy. My shoulder

pressed firmly against her left breast, feeling its softness and warmth. I wanted to bite it, but she was my

neighbor, not some little sister from my online world!

So, I held her and found a seat at the bar.

She leaned on my shoulder for a while, seemed to sober up, and then, while teasing me for being so young yet not as good as her,

ordered two more jazz bottles, saying she was thirsty. Perhaps because I had been fantasizing about her too much, I was

momentarily speechless! Just then, I saw a girl in her early twenties with a Class 1 figure haggling with

a foreigner . One said he wanted two thousand, while the other, who considered himself an expert on China, said he'd only ask for fifteen hundred at most. They were talking

loudly, and the girl probably thought she was speaking English, which the other Chinese people couldn't understand. The other guy, however, thought that letting

his companion hear would prove he was a China expert.

I couldn't help but laugh at the two guys, saying that a prostitute is a prostitute, no matter how pretty or high-class

she is. She laughed and said yes, that you men like her, that with two thousand yuan you can play with

a girl that most men would only glance at on the street. I said that no matter how lustful I am, I wouldn't touch a prostitute.

It's not that I think she's dirty or cheap, but I'd despise myself. I don't believe I'd stoop

to the point of needing a prostitute to find a woman. She actually thought my statement was insightful and asked what I would do if I wanted a woman. Perhaps

because we'd had a few drinks, my neighbor and I ended up talking about this topic. I said that if I wanted a woman, I

'd have a one-night stand but wouldn't go to a prostitute. Whether she had some insight or felt it wasn't appropriate to discuss

this , she paused for a moment and didn't delve deeper into the subject.

So we squeezed back into the crowd and started jumping around again.

The music was great, it was one of my favorite high notes, and I danced with great enthusiasm. She probably doesn't dance this kind of dance much, and

she was a little out of rhythm. I don't know where the impulse came from, but I suddenly hugged her and put my hands on her bottom.

My chest was pressed against hers as we danced a slow, heavy dance. I saw

a hint of surprise in her eyes that made me hesitate, but she quickly replaced it with reciprocation. So I pressed closer and more

rhythmically against her. She seemed to enjoy it, because she placed her hands on my buttocks, and later I could even

feel our lower abdomens rubbing together. Her fingers gently kneaded my buttocks in rhythm, and my

lower abdomen was on fire!

At 1:30, we decided to go home, but I could clearly feel the atmosphere between us was

different from when we first arrived. Since that dance, she had become noticeably quieter. I wanted to say something

, but nothing came out. We hailed a taxi waiting at the door, and the driver surprisingly offered to

recommend hotels. I wasn't surprised by the drivers' enthusiasm, but it felt awkward that they were talking to me and my neighbor.

I said I wanted to go to Guangling Road in Hongkou District and then fell silent. She didn't say anything either, and she

barely spoke the rest of the way. I felt the atmosphere wasn't good. As we neared home, I asked the driver to stop. I

paid the fare and told her I felt a bit stuffy inside and needed some fresh air. She smiled and nodded; she knew

it wouldn't be good if acquaintances saw us.

When we reached her door, her light was on—her cute orange wall lamp,

its light so inviting. I couldn't help but daydream again. But what could I do?

I tiptoed into the living room, careful not to wake my parents. I turned on the lamp and found a note on the table.

It was from my parents; they said they'd gone to Huangshan for the long holiday.

Thinking about it, my parents really are like children—childish, playful, and prone to making impromptu decisions.

I wondered what I'd been doing these past few days.

After showering, I turned on the TV. It was "The Bridges of Madison County" on cable. The scene showed the male and female protagonists

kissing in the kitchen before falling onto the bed. I'd seen the TV show and read the book before. I'd always thought it was pointless

because it had nothing to do with my life, but watching it actually excited me—more than secretly watching porn.

I even pulled down my pants to check on my unwitting member; it was red and erect, defiantly proud

.

I could hear her slippers next door again, and I felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, I had

the urge to call her and talk to her. I

stared at the phone for a long time, feeling that today had already been ridiculous enough, and I really couldn't muster the courage

to pick it up. The elderly couple on TV were still kissing, looking very engrossed. I could faintly

hear her slippers, the light was dim, and my thing was still throbbing with anger.

I still picked up the phone and dialed her number, because I always felt that if a man wanted to do something, he

should do it; overthinking was bad. She wasn't surprised when she answered my call; she just asked why I

wasn't asleep yet. I said I had just finished showering and felt very awake. I asked her why she wasn't asleep yet, and she said she was feeling a little hungry and

was making something to eat. I casually replied that I was starving too, and that my parents weren't home today and there

was nothing to eat at home. She suggested I come over to my place for a bite, but then seemed to realize she'd said something wrong. I hesitated for a moment,

then said okay.

I was genuinely hungry; I'd only eaten a omelet at 7 PM, and I couldn't possibly have been jumping around until 2 AM.

Her house was right across the hall, so I just threw on a pair of trousers and went over. As I walked out of my house, I had

a feeling something might happen tonight. She opened the door with a smile, and I slipped inside like a thief.

Even when I got to her place, I spoke a few decibels less than usual, afraid someone would hear me. Actually, it was just the two of us on that floor

tonight . This wasn't my first time at her house. She also had a Golden Retriever, which I hate,

but the dog was actually quite nice to me. Every time I came back, if it saw me, it would wag

its tail and greet me from the doorway, even happier than if it saw her husband. Sometimes it would even jump out and lick my feet. But I hate

dogs, so I always kicked it away when it did that. The dog was probably tired today, lying on the floor, half

-asleep with its eyes open.

She smiled and told me to sit down for a bit, saying it would be ready soon, and asked if I liked this or that, all while she was preparing things with her back

to me. I sat behind her, watching her with admiration. She had just showered; her hair was wet,

shiny, and looked beautiful, exuding a mixed scent of Vidal Sassoon and her own body. She was wearing a loose-fitting men's

t-shirt , very casual, probably intending to sleep in it. Underneath, she wore a

white gauze skirt that barely revealed half of her thighs, but I couldn't see her panties because they were

covered by the hem of her large t-shirt. This made me very tempted to lift up her t-shirt. Her legs were beautiful, white,

with full calves that I imagined must be very firm. I could vaguely see the outline of her thigh muscles, but

they weren't very prominent. She was wearing the latest trend of high-heeled flip-flops. I used to

hate women wearing those kinds of shoes because I thought they were for lazy women, but she looked good in them.

Because her feet were so white and the heels of the flip-flops were quite high, her beautiful feet were prominently displayed before my eyes.

When she walked, her heels and the tops of her shoes moved up and down, and I actually felt excited about her feet. I even wanted to put my

thing under her feet and let her move it up and down like that. Thinking this, my thin pants bulged.

When she turned around, I realized this, which made me a little embarrassed. I remembered when I

was in middle school, at the water park, seeing many girls in swimsuits who could only squat in the water, too afraid to come out.

Luckily, I was sitting, so the unusual feeling wasn't very noticeable unless you were looking closely. She fried me some pumpkin

pancakes and made me some oatmeal with milk. She only ate some apples. I asked her how she could eat

an apple . She said it was a habit; she usually doesn't eat much at night, but she was really hungry today.

I asked her how her day went, and she said she had a lot of fun and would go again sometime. She turned on the TV,

and it was showing "The Woman Who Had an Affair." She said she loved watching it and had seen it many times. She thought the woman

was very happy, and maybe if she went with the photographer, she wouldn't feel anything bad. I asked why. She said that

woman had that one week, and that week would stay in her heart for the rest of her life, something she could happily recall anytime.

If she went with that old man who was afraid of being photographed, do you think she would be as

happy ? I found her thinking strange; perhaps women's brains are structured differently from men's.

As I watched her speak, I noticed a strange glint in her eyes. It seemed her words weren't just

spontaneous reflections , but rather something she'd long held in her heart. In that strange look, I clearly saw a longing. Of course, her

longing might not be for me at all. Because I didn't think I could be as charming as that old man on TV

. Perhaps encouraged by her gaze, I no longer felt embarrassed about my erection.

A desire to show it off arose within me. I stood up, pretending to wash my hands, which were greasy from eating pumpkin pancakes.

I saw a slight look of surprise on her face, because my little brother was proudly pressing against my crotch. The kitchen

light was dim; she'd turned off the main light after making the pumpkin pancakes. The dim light made me feel comfortable, as if it

could hide many things. I was washing my hands, but there was no soap, so I asked her for some.

She bent down to get me the Safeguard soap from the cabinet under the sink. She was probably out of soap, because she was still

bent over as she unpacked the large bag of Safeguard. Her head was very close to my erection, and her hair and

body exuded a mixed and alluring scent. Her wide-necked t-shirt had a wide collar, revealing her pink neck

, red earlobes, a deep cleavage, and a black lace bra that barely covered her two red nipples. Her

full buttocks were sticking out, and her thighs were stretched taut by her posture, appearing very elastic. I felt I couldn't resist anymore

. I gently swayed my body, intentionally or unintentionally touching her

hair with my erect penis. The first time, she didn't notice; she was about to open the bar of soap. The second and third time I touched her, she

stopped and slowly raised her head. Actually, I think I should have been scared then, but I wasn't. I

stared straight at her, my body still swaying. Several netizens told me my

eyes were electrifying while we were eating at a restaurant. I didn't know it myself, but I think my eyes might have really been electrifying then, because I

felt her eyes gradually becoming hazy. I went up and hugged her, and started kissing the roots of her hair!

My hand rested on her chest, my lips brushing against her hair, nibbling at her rosy earlobe. I expected her

to resist, but she didn't. She merely tried to push my hand away, but instead, she pressed it firmly

against her breast. My hand practically sank in, because her breasts were indeed large.

I touched her nipple and began rubbing it with my palm, my fingers moving rhythmically, trying to savor its softness.

A soft "gurgle" came from her throat, and she hugged me even tighter, so tightly that I

could barely let go of my hand on her chest. I pulled my hand away, lifted the wide undershirt that had been making my heart race, and ran it

up her back. Her back was smooth and textured, like the feel of fine Yixing purple clay, only

warmer and softer. I began to kiss her neck, her snow-white skin smelling of milk. The skin on her neck

was so soft that I could suck on it, savoring it slowly with my tongue.

Her arms flared across my chest, I couldn't tell what she was trying to do, it seemed like a struggle, or perhaps she wanted to hold me tighter.

Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, giving me plenty of space to kiss her neck, but her hands were definitely hindering my

movements. I pulled my arms out of her t-shirt and wrapped them tightly around her, while my lips became even more

frenzied, a desire to conquer burning within me. Her arms were held firmly against my chest,

her hands crossed and resting on my crotch. I bit her left nipple through her clothes, feeling a hard, indistinct sensation

, but she had already begun to moan. I felt her movements; her hands started

trying to grasp my erection through my pants, but she couldn't quite manage it because the pants were too slippery, causing me to involuntarily

twitch slightly. Perhaps stimulated by this, she began to kiss my ear, inserting her hot

tongue into my ear canal, sending a tingling sensation through me.

The clothes hindering our movements only fueled our excitement, and we began to go wild.

Her room was next to the kitchen. The dog was still squatting at the door. I wanted to pick her up, but

she was almost 170cm tall and very voluptuous; I was afraid I couldn't lift her. I let go of her, and she withdrew her hand. I

noticed that the zipper on my pants had been unzipped without me noticing. I took her hand, gesturing for her to

go to the bed. She was very obedient. I had never been to their room before, usually just peeking in from the living room.

Today, I felt like the hostess, taking her hand and sitting down on the edge of her bed. I leaned over and kissed her lips. Her lips were thick

, and she readily offered her tongue. I didn't dare suck too hard, afraid of hurting her. I just circled around her

tongue , sucking the saliva that flowed from under it. The area under her tongue was soft,

the warmest part of her mouth, and I couldn't help but lick it a few more times. I enveloped her tongue with mine, and she seemed to

enjoy it, starting to play with my penis. This made all the veins in my penis throb, and

I began to undress her.

Her clothes were easy to take off, and her skirt was easy to remove as well. Her body was really white, even with a hint of red.

She was a woman who took very good care of herself. I even felt a sense of jealousy. Human nature is really complicated. I remember

watching "Paradise Lost" before, where they chose death at the climax. The greatest happiness and the greatest pain are

so . Just like when I see such a flawless body, what I think of is destruction and devastation. Of course, this

is just a feeling. As I undressed her, she had already pulled my outer pants halfway down. I straightened

up and took off my t-shirt, and saw her smiling slightly at me. I didn't know

what maybe she was laughing at herself. I smiled back and pulled down half of my pants. She turned over, unhooked

her bra, and pulled down her red panties with her legs bent, but didn't turn around. Maybe she was shy,

as if waiting for me to pounce on her. Suddenly, I didn't want to pounce on her immediately. I felt this feeling was wonderful.

I knew that in a few minutes, on their bed, the sound I had heard for so many years would be heard again, only with a different

male protagonist . She curled up her legs with her back to me, her snow-white buttocks like a cute face waiting for me.

A gray-black slit in the middle of her buttocks led to another side that I couldn't see. The silly dog at the door of the room stared

at us with its big eyes and tongue lolling out. All of this made me feel very excited, but I wanted to slowly savor this excitement. I

started rubbing my feet back and forth on her snow-white and pink soles and ankles.

She enjoyed this teasing, giggling and trying to clamp my legs around hers.

Then she actually grabbed me. I could have broken free, but I didn't want to. I pressed my body against hers, my chest

against her back. She started to tremble slightly. I wrapped my arms around her, kneading her large breasts,

my fingers gently flicking her nipples. It felt so real. She was clearly enjoying it, because she started

to moan . My penis dragged back and forth on her buttocks. Occasionally, it would touch her slit, and she

would moan loudly. Her hands held mine, kneading her breasts together. My movements became more and more

intense. My chest, my belly—I wanted to rub every inch of my skin against her body. My penis

started to throb aimlessly in her slit. Her moans grew louder and louder. I felt

all the veins in my body start to throb and throb, wanting to find a release.

She couldn't help but start writhing her body, clearly wanting to increase the friction on her buttocks, which made me

even more aroused. She cried out and finally couldn't resist turning over, grabbing me tightly. Lying on her breasts felt so

good, or perhaps "good" isn't the right word. They were warm, and I could see the shape they had been squeezed into. I

didn't kiss her mouth; instead, I bit her nipple, held it in my mouth, and wrapped it with my tongue. My mouth wanted

to swallow her entire breast whole, but it was futile. Knowing it was impossible, I still tried again and again

to open my mouth to take it in. This caused her to start convulsing in pain, holding my head tightly, trying to push me away. She pushed me away

halfway, then pressed my head back into her warm chest. She started rubbing my

ear . I think she was enjoying it. My hand slid down to her stomach, gently picking at her navel. She

was at a loss, squeezing my red steel

rod tightly with the inside of her snow-white, soft thighs, like the flesh under a fish's belly.

We both started moving, and it became more and more rhythmic. My thing was already quite wet,

but it was all smeared on her thighs. She started reaching down to caress the large fold under my thing. She felt it was very

soft and rubbed it there, but I was afraid that she might accidentally damage the two little cherry balls inside. But

it felt really good, like a steel rod thrusting forward, feeling a solid foundation in the back. My hand groped

and explored to her bottom, which was a really wet crevice, very hot, hotter than any other part of her body.

I pinched a labia majora with my fingers, slippery and warm, and gently twisted it between my fingers, which made her

whole buttocks keep twisting. I was also very excited, as if I had learned to use a small force to move a great weight. After doing this for a while,

I inserted my fingers inside. It felt very tender and smooth. I was very careful as I dug upwards, afraid that my nails would hurt

her. It was very hot inside, and I even thought of a warm bed in winter. She didn't do anything, just kept

moaning, her voice rising and falling. Indeed, she couldn't do anything, she could only enjoy it.

My fingers moved upwards, touching something hard. Her moans were so loud they frightened me; it was probably

her uterus. She was really stimulated. She released the large lump between my penis and gripped my

shaft , circling it vigorously up and down. Her actions made me cry out. Looking back,

I saw the veins bulging, being squeezed and pounded in her hands. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I

moved , positioning my penis at the entrance of her moist, reddish labia. I started thrusting.

Each thrust sent a tingling sensation through my glans. She grabbed it and shoved it inside,

mumbling in." My penis was really hard, so hard it was starting to bend upwards. I felt like I was

going in.

I intended to thrust all the way in; I think any man would act similarly at this point. However, because I was supported by her

pelvis, I didn't feel myself going all the way in. The bones in my lower abdomen even ached slightly from the impact. She seemed a little

surprised because I slowed down due to the pain. She seemed embarrassed and opened her eyes, suggesting I sit

on her. I readily accepted this position; I privately considered it the most classic sex position, at

least for men. She rolled onto my lower abdomen with her disheveled hair, reached behind her, stuck out her buttocks,

picked up my penis, and slowly felt her way to the entrance, saying, "Come on." My thrust and her shrug

were almost simultaneous. We both yelled at the same time as my glans slammed against her uterine wall. I

heard the sound of that stupid dog running away, perhaps frightened by our shouts.

I began to thrust, each stroke hitting her hard uterine wall. For me, the most stimulating part was

this impact, not the friction I'd hoped for from inside, because she was so slippery inside, the friction was negligible.

Her hips moved in perfect sync with my thrusts, gradually becoming rhythmic. I thought that if there were some high-pitched music

playing at this moment, it would be even more sensual. I admired her; her long, messy hair cascaded down her chest, her full

breasts undulated rhythmically with her hips. I couldn't resist reaching out and grasping them, savoring them. Her waist

and hips displayed a sexy, perfect curve under the light, and her snow-white skin was glistening with tiny beads of

sweat . Her lower abdomen was constantly undulating, and I was excited because there was a part of me inside her.

I'll stop here for now. I've been writing on and off all day, my arm is almost giving out.

It's not very explicit, I hope you enjoy it.

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