[The doorbell rang suddenly during their affair]

The doorbell rang suddenly while we were having an affair.

I had been working at the computer company for almost a year, using after-sales service as an excuse to visit

her house four or five times a month. After-sales service for brand-name computers, you know, you have to be responsible to customers, haha. Plus, back then, after-sales service

management was inadequate; the company advertised that they'd provide on-site service for any hardware or software issues, which was

a bargain for me. I managed to balance work and my affair. During this time, her son also became quite familiar with me, often asking me for advice

.

The first time I met her son, he called me "uncle." My first thought was, "Am I

that old?" Later, after his mother corrected me, he changed to "brother." Because it was the first time someone had called me "uncle,

" I still often joke about it when we meet.

In the second year we knew each other, in July, her son graduated from elementary school and was home for summer vacation. I often went over. But

it was always her son who called, asking me to come over for advice. Although I couldn't have sex with her, who would

pass up a chance to slack off during work hours?

Watching her walk around the house in her pajamas, I could only look but not touch. It was a bit frustrating. But seeing

her son engrossed in playing games on TV, I decided to bear with it.

I remember when I first started working, before I'd even settled in, the technical department manager told me, "XXX called

again saying their computers are having problems and they want you to come take a look." He then added, "What kind of customers are so annoying? If every

customer was like them, we'd be exhausted. "

I chuckled inwardly, because everyone knows about last year when internet access was down, several people were complained about, and it took three or four days to resolve

.

I called back, guessing it was her son installing too many pirated games, causing the machine to crash. Once,

the C drive only had 10MB of space left—no wonder it crashed! She answered the phone, asked a few casual questions, and we arranged to

meet in the afternoon. Because it started raining heavily, my clothes were soaked by the time I arrived.

When I entered her house, she was wearing a loose t-shirt, her hair wet and tied up. The two points above

were faintly visible , indicating she had just finished showering. She put down her bag, and seeing her son wasn't there, asked, "Where's Xiaojun?"

She said he went to her grandmother's house and wouldn't be back. I immediately rushed over and hugged her, my erection pressing firmly

against her

. She pushed me away, saying, "You're all sweaty, let's go inside and cool off with the air conditioning." We

went into the bedroom, turned on the computer, and casually unplugged the phone line from the wall socket, plugging it into the computer

to see what was fun online. She came over and sat next to me. My hands were already inside, one hand already fondling

her breasts. She hadn't worn a bra after showering, and her body had a faint fragrance. Her nipples were large, almost like ripe grapes when

erect , but her breasts weren't very firm, and aren't some young women's breasts sagging

?

She was wearing black lace panties. She asked if I had eaten, and said it was incredibly hot today.

Yesterday, her family had seen a piece of fabric they liked at the decoration market and had already paid for it, promising to have

it , but they had waited for ages and no one had come.

She called and yelled at the boss, who said he'd definitely deliver it today. "I'll call you when it's here,"

I casually mentioned, adding that it's so hot and the delivery guy has it tough.

The sweat had dried, and she sat on my lap, straddling it,

feeding me something I couldn't identify—hawthorn berries.

At that point, I had no appetite; my penis was already erect, pressing against her thigh.

I put down my mug and started caressing her breasts, one hand already reaching down to her genitals. She pushed me away,

saying it was filthy and I needed to take a shower.

In no time, I'd stripped off all my clothes, my penis fully erect .

She gently patted my erection and said, "Go take a shower." After quickly showering and drying myself,

I returned to the bedroom. She was already off her t-shirt, lying on the bed watching TV.

I eagerly got into bed, and she pulled my hand over to use as a pillow, saying, "Let's watch some TV."

I had no interest in watching TV. My right hand was her pillow, but my left hand was busy playing with her

breasts, while my mouth was already nibbling on another nipple.

I gently nibbled at her nipple, while my other hand brazenly squeezed her breast, my penis rubbing against her

waist . Soon, my mouth moved downwards

, kissing every part of her body. My hands were off her, and she picked up the remote, turning down

the TV volume.

My mouth was now gently kissing her lace panties, feeling the warmth emanating from them.

She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I gently pulled down her panties. Her vulva was plump, resembling a cunt, white

and tender. Her labia majora were slightly dark, already glistening with vaginal fluid. I gently touched her labia majora with the tip of my tongue.

Her vulva had no odor. Plus, she had just showered, giving off a fresh fragrance, and it was dripping wet. It was

intoxicating to look at.

My hand gently rubbed her clitoris, while my mouth alternately played with her labia majora. Occasionally, I would slip my tongue into her vagina,

my mouth filled with her vaginal fluids

. Her legs involuntarily parted. Her hands gripped the bed lightly. Over the years, I hadn't

tried 69; doggy style, anal sex, etc., were basically the most basic sexual positions.

She seemed like a traditional woman in this regard. Soon, she pulled my hair with both hands, her body already

slightly aroused. She didn't get up, and I knew it was time to go in.

I pressed myself against her, kissing her, saliva mixing with her vaginal fluids, our tongues teasing each other.

She grasped my penis with one hand and pushed it down. It was very slippery, practically sliding in.

She closed her legs, and I slowly began to thrust.

Her vagina was very hot; because we weren't wearing a condom, she was clenching tightly, and my glans felt almost burning.

During the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, my penis slipped out. I didn't immediately thrust back in, wanting to cool it down first, my penis

rubbing haphazardly against her labia majora.

After a while, she couldn't resist any longer, grabbed my penis, and immediately pushed it into her vagina. She said, "Stop playing around, just

go in .

" I increased the speed of my thrusting. Soon she cried out, "Hurry up, I'm coming!" and hugged my waist,

as if not allowing my penis to escape any longer.

After a frantic thrusting session lasting over ten seconds, I continued thrusting even as I ejaculated. I could feel her

vagina contracting and relaxing.

Even after I finished, my penis remained inside her, feeling the kneading of her vaginal muscles.

Then she opened her eyes, embraced me, and gave me a deep kiss. Everything was understood without words. After

cleaning up, she got up and threw the toilet paper she had used to wipe away the semen into

the trash can outside. Then we lay down on the bed to watch TV.

A few minutes later, I thought I heard the doorbell ring. My heart tightened instantly…

Because the bedroom door was closed, I couldn't hear clearly. In a trembling voice, I asked her if it was

her doorbell.

She listened carefully for a moment and said, "It sounds like it." She put on a t-shirt, went out, closed the door behind her, and told me

not to panic and to stay in bed. She said it might be the fabric delivery person.

My heart sank. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind: what if it was her husband coming home

? What would I do? What would happen?

What if her son came back and saw this? At that moment, I was practically praying to God and Buddha for help.

Suddenly, with all my might, I threw on the clothes lying on the floor beside me. I felt uneasy yet resigned

to my fate.

After a while, I heard her outside say, "Okay, just leave the things here." Only then did my heart slowly calm down. My heart rate

slowly dropped from over 140…

A little while later, she came in and saw that I was already dressed and sitting at the computer. She smiled at me.

I didn't know what that smile meant…

She came in to get money to pay the deliveryman. A little while later, I heard a man's voice say, "Could I make a

phone call ? When the delivery came over, the boss couldn't get through to you, so I called back to tell him the goods

were delivered, but I delivered them to another house

." Only then did I realize that the phone line was still connected to the computer.

After a while, I heard her say "Okay," and she led him into the room.

At that moment, I immediately unplugged the phone line from the computer and plugged it into the wall panel.

The deliveryman looked at me, then at her. I picked up the phone and talked for a while. As he left, he turned around and

smiled at me…

At that moment, I didn't care whether his smile was mocking or envious. I only knew that God and Buddha had truly

protected me. Not long after, when we talked about it, she still jokingly called me a cowardly

little devil who liked to sneak food but was terribly afraid.

She said she knew the fabric delivery person had arrived, so she wasn't flustered.

But I think anyone in that situation would have felt the same way.

How was I supposed to know where her husband was on his business trip, how long he would be gone, how close her son's maternal grandmother's house was,

when he would be back…

This was the most heart-pounding, embarrassing, and sexually pleasurable time I'd ever had with her in all the years I'd known her.

Years have passed, and thinking about it still excites me…

What …?

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