I had sex with my aunt's friend.

I just want to record my interesting and meaningful sexual experiences and

discuss .

I met her eight years ago. Her surname is Zhou, and I usually call her Aunt Zhou. Later, when we were alone,

I called her Big Slimming (sometimes I also called her a slut, which she liked). At the time, she was a forty-

year-old woman who had been married for sixteen years. As a woman, her appearance may have passed her prime, but she was still beautiful;

although she wasn't slender, she was definitely voluptuous and mature. Aunt Zhou was my aunt's classmate, and her husband

was an art teacher at a teachers' college. They were very good friends with my uncle and aunt. They had a

fourteen- year-old daughter, three years older than my cousin.

My uncle's house was big, and when I did my university internship, the newspaper office where I interned was very close to their house. Besides, renting a house

in Beijing was too expensive, so I stayed at my uncle's house. In September, my aunt and uncle had the opportunity to go to Germany

for a month . My cousin couldn't go because he had to go to school, and I wasn't comfortable taking care

of him alone. So, my aunt asked Aunt Zhou to come over from time to time (the two houses weren't too far apart, a fifteen-minute taxi ride) to look after my cousin, and also to help me.

Aunt Zhou got off work early, around 2 PM, and every day after work she would come to our place first, arrange

dinner and breakfast and lunch for the next day, tidy up the house, and then rush home to cook. I felt she was

so kind ; she could have come every two days. At that time, I wasn't working at the newspaper, so I was often at home writing articles

and sometimes helping Aunt Zhou with chores. Frankly speaking, I'm quite interested in mature middle-aged women. During my senior year of college, I

even had a sexual relationship with a middle school teacher from my hometown (around 37 or 38 years old), and I'm also a huge fan of pornography

.

September in Beijing is the hottest time of year. Aunt Zhou wore a business suit, not overtly seductive, but possessing a different kind of

sexiness . Her white shirt was slightly see-through, revealing glimpses of her large bra; sometimes, damp with sweat, it was even more

alluring. Her dark blue skirt hugged her rounded buttocks, and her stockings were flesh-colored. Once,

when , I accidentally caught a glimpse of her black panties from below—tight, somewhat like the thongs I'd seen in pornographic films.

That very night, after that first glimpse of her black panties, I masturbated, fantasizing about Aunt Zhou as my sexual object.

I was conflicted; I felt guilty. Aunt Zhou was my aunt's good friend; how could I have such

inappropriate thoughts ? I'd never even felt this way when I had sex with my teacher. The more conflicted I felt,

the stronger my feelings for Aunt Zhou became. Every day, looking at her, I couldn't look away. Whenever Aunt Zhou noticed me looking at her, she would just

smile gently, captivatingly beautiful.

I thought I should seduce her. It had been over a week, and my uncle had only given me a little over three

weeks. That morning, I went back to school and took out a few pornographic films that I thought

were top-notch . There were some with the Beast, some with rape and sadomasochism, and some with incest. I put the films

next to the computer. Aunt Zhou always tidied up my desk when she came over each day, and I wanted to see her reaction. At two o'clock in the afternoon,

I went out and hid at the other side of the stairwell. I was very uneasy. If Aunt Zhou was some otherworldly

"Queen Mother of the West," I would be in big trouble. How could I face her after that? If she told me that my uncle said I watched porn

, I would be embarrassed. I regretted it a little and felt something was wrong. While I was still thinking about it, Aunt Zhou came upstairs.

Through the crack in the other door, I saw Aunt Zhou's two big breasts heaving up and down, heaving like waves. They weren't the biggest breasts I had ever seen

, but they were definitely the biggest among the people I knew. Thinking about possessing those breasts, I

had no choice but to take a risk.

An hour passed, and I figured Aunt Zhou had definitely seen the discs by now. I knocked twice on

the door.

"You're back," Aunt Zhou said, opening the door for me. Nothing seemed amiss; she

smiled .

My heart skipped a beat. I answered and quickly scurried into my room. The discs next to the computer

had clearly been moved. I marked them, but before I could even think about what to do, Aunt Zhou followed me into

the room . "Where did these discs come from?" she asked, picking up the discs. "Th-those are my classmate's," I replied, my

face burning.

"Are they good?" Aunt Zhou asked, flipping through the discs. Good

heavens, I was going to faint. Was she teasing me? I've had plenty of sexual experience, though not exactly

an expert . A year ago, I'd had a "relationship" with a middle school teacher who was more than ten years older than me.

I sat down in front of the computer. "It's good, have you seen it?" "So young, and so naughty! I

've never seen such a lewd film," Aunt Zhou

said, pointing to the clearly visible female genitalia on the printed paper wrapped in the CD, her voice becoming increasingly lewd. I knew I had succeeded. I grabbed her waist, pulled her onto my

lap, and bent down to nibble on her breasts through her clothes. My head was almost completely buried in her large,

soft breasts.

We didn't actually watch the film that day; we didn't have time. My cousin was home at 5:10 every day, and we were

dressed by 5:00 sharp. Although neither of us wanted to, we had no choice, but for over an hour, we had a

very enjoyable time together. I gave her a nickname, "Big Slimming," because her large, soft breasts

had a different feel when played with and kneaded compared to firm breasts, a unique experience. Big Slimming was quite good at oral sex; now, she

could easily rank among the top three of all my sex partners.

That time, when I was almost finished, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and quickly put it in her

mouth . She took it in deeply, greedily sucking, swallowing all the fluid I had released. Afterwards, she frantically licked

my penis and my anus, even probing my vagina with her tongue. To be honest, that was the first time someone

had licked my anus and probed my vagina with their tongue. I realized then that it felt incredibly good and pleasurable.

My penis quickly became erect again, and she looked up at me with her big, squinting eyes and said, "How about we try from behind? I've

never about you?"

"Sure, I can help you enjoy this pleasure."

Unfortunately, perhaps because it was her first time, she was too nervous. Her anus was tightly closed, and there was no lubricant.

I could barely manage to insert it a little bit before she couldn't take it. She became my partner, and I had to find a way to give her

the pleasure she wanted. I slowly inserted and removed my fingers, and she moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure as I moved them in and out. The second

time we made love, it was successful (actually, it was the next day).

She was a virtuous woman, capable both at home and outside, and also a seductive one, often posing

nude . She later told me that although her husband was an artist and a good person, he wasn't a womanizer at all;

his sexual prowess was average, and he didn't offer any new tricks. At forty, a woman's charm is at its peak

, and her sexual desire is at its highest. But her charm and seduction couldn't be reciprocated by her husband? She was merely

his artwork. The phrase she repeated most often during sex with me was, "Can you fuck me to death?"

For the next two weeks, we made love whenever we had the chance, watched porn together, and tried

many positions; we were very compatible. One day, we were making love on the sofa in the living room when her husband

called from work. I answered, a little nervous. After exchanging greetings, I handed the phone to Da Mimi. Her

husband would be passing by his uncle's house, so he would pick her up. After the call, we

continued making love for another half hour.

When her husband arrived, we were both fully dressed, one busy in the kitchen, the other tidying the coffee table. My

husband and I chatted about art for a while. The next day, I asked Da Mimi, "Am I bad? Aren't we being

unfair to Teacher Ma?" Da Mimi stroked my penis and said, "Let's not think like that. We're just

seeking pleasure. Our relationship won't affect my relationship with Lao Ma, nor will it affect my family or my

daughter . We're just good partners seeking sexual pleasure. Outside of sex, I'm still your Aunt Zhou."

Absolutely true. She could be said to be my mentor in sexual matters. That day we were particularly wild. She felt

that our creative sadomasochistic sex brought her continuous orgasms.

My uncle and aunt came back from abroad. The six of them, along with me, ate at the restaurant downstairs.

My aunt told my cousin and me to thank Aunt Zhou and their family properly, and to never forget their kindness. I

nodded agreement. Teacher Ma also asked me to visit their home more often to help his daughter with her essays.

After that, Da Mimi and I used different relationships in different situations. We've had sex at my uncle's house,

later my house, at her house, in a couples' box at the cinema, in a hotel, at her office (she has a small, private office), and once even in a train restroom. 　　We never interfered with each other's lives or other sexual activities. Later, she even asked me to invite my other sexual partners to join her. I did once, but we didn't coordinate very well; we were a bit reserved. Later, she brought a female colleague in her thirties along four or five times. Then, that woman, who was also quite skilled , moved to a small city in the south with her husband, and we lost contact. 　　For the first two or three years, we would meet up once or twice a month. Later, her husband retired early, and I think she probably needed to spend time with him. Also, with age and declining libido, I could clearly feel these physiological changes in her. We only had sex occasionally when we were both interested. I remember our last time was about two years ago at her house. 　　Like my uncle's family, my wife and I visited Aunt Zhou's family frequently, but no one knew about our relationship. We were just sex enthusiasts; we only needed to enjoy ourselves and bring each other pleasure. One particularly thrilling yet joyful moment occurred about six months into our relationship. At her home, with her mother-in-law, daughter, and my cousin all present, we made love on and off in the kitchen for over an hour. I've written quite a bit today; I'll tell you more in the next post. 　　I've always viewed sex primarily as a supplement to life. Sex is sex, just like friends playing together, or friends who enjoy drinking drinking together.

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