[Secret Encounters Between Neighbors]

The factory's first batch of family dormitories for its employees were quite interestingly designed. This structure allowed me to truly experience the taste of

extramarital affairs. A few years ago, these dormitories were prepared for newlywed couples. Each small unit had two

households, sharing a kitchen and a toilet. Once the gate was closed at night, the two households became one family.

I already had a child when I moved in. My roommates were a newlywed couple,

both technicians. The man was refined and gentle, and the woman was petite and delicate. They both had round faces and looked quite knowledgeable

.

Although both husband and wife were intellectuals, they were completely clueless about everyday life and often made a fool of themselves because of their

carelessness. My wife was a tall, energetic, and straightforward woman who was always

willing to help others. One day, the two of them were playing Go in their room while tea was simmering in a pot in the kitchen. They were so engrossed in discussing who would win that

they didn't notice the food burning on the stove. By the time my wife noticed the room was filled with smoke, the food had already turned charcoal black.

The couple started blaming each other, and it was only through my wife's mediation that they made up. The two families

lived .

Summer arrived in the blink of an eye. The temperature rose, and people wore less and less clothing. Sometimes, when it was time to use the restroom, we'd just wear

shorts, which was a little awkward when we saw each other. But after a while, we got used to it. That young woman's figure and skin

were incredibly alluring, especially after I got married. My husband had trained her to be beautiful and radiant, her face

flushed charming, her breasts growing fuller each day, and her buttocks becoming more rounded. Her panties under her pajamas

couldn't hide her wonderful body, making me incredibly itchy. Seeing this natural beauty every day without being able

to have her was so frustrating! Every day, despite my tigress's sarcastic remarks, I kept glancing at that young woman

—it was a kind of enjoyment, I suppose.

Soon, the opportunity finally came. One night, my wife was taking the kids to work the night shift, and I was lying

in bed watching TV when suddenly someone knocked on my door. I knew without asking that it was the couple from the other house, since

other people rarely even got through the front door. I opened the door and saw that pretty young woman standing there. I asked her, "

What's up ?" She hesitated and said, "My light bulb is broken, and I can't change it. Could you help me fix it?"

"I jumped out of bed and followed her into the room. I shone my flashlight upwards and realized that this little woman

had twisted the bulb base out of the socket while changing it. I thought for a moment and said, 'Use pliers to fix it.' She said, 'I ca

n't do that again. I was just twisting it when there was a crack and a spark. It scared me to death.'

I laughed and said, 'That's a short circuit. Who told you to twist it without checking if the bulb was broken?'

She said, 'Then I'll trouble you to help me, brother.'

I saw a folding chair on the floor, so I stepped onto it. She held my leg and shone her

flashlight . As soon as I twisted it, the old chair was too flimsy. With my

weight of 170 or 180 pounds, the chair actually fell apart. I stumbled and almost fell off the chair. She quickly caught

me. In the darkness, she grabbed my penis. My heart skipped a beat, and I really fell off the chair

, my butt hurt terribly."

She helped me up, embarrassed, and said, "It's all my fault for this broken chair; it fell over."

I rubbed it and said, "It's okay, it fell before I even twisted it. I'll twist it again." But the rivet under

the chair had broken from my step, and it couldn't be repaired. I had to find something else. She searched

for a while with a flashlight but couldn't find anything useful. She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Let's just do it in the dark tonight. Don't bother."

I quickly grabbed the pliers and flashlight to go back, but she hesitated and said, "I'm

a little with me and chat about our son for a while." "Can you wait a bit longer? Your sister-in-law works the night shift too, doesn't she?" I

had

no choice but to sit down. She was lying on the bed by herself, and since I didn't have a chair, I could only sit next to her and talk to her. She was probably really sleepy, because after a few words, she started yawning and wanted to sleep. I saw that she was really going to sleep, but I didn't want to leave

, so I sat on the edge of the bed and kept talking. She gradually stopped answering, so I pretended to take her hand and asked, "Can I go back now

?"

When she didn't respond, I lay down next to her. Her breathing gradually became steady, and I knew that this

woman had fallen asleep.

I held her hand tightly, never letting go. Even in her sleep, she gripped my hand tightly. I gently pulled it

away and moved my hand to her chest. I realized she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas except for

a small pair of panties. I untied the waistband of her pajamas, revealing a stunningly beautiful body

. I shone my flashlight on her full breasts, her slightly protruding belly, and down to her mons pubis. I tentatively

pulled down a little. This woman's panties were really loose; I pulled them down right up to her pubic hair. She lay on her back on the bed,

legs spread apart. I saw her vulva, which was truly alluring. Her labia majora were tightly closed, with only

a tiny bit of her labia minora showing. The sparse pubic hair couldn't conceal the infinitely alluring opening. My heart

pounded What a beautiful thing! Now was the perfect time. Without thinking any further, I pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of her.

The little woman in the dream thought it was her husband coming home from his night shift, muttering to herself,

"When did you get back? Aren't you tired from staying up all night? You come back and start messing with me."

I didn't say anything, and quickly pulled down her panties. She drowsily lifted her buttocks so I could get my hands on her.

I knew she already considered me her husband and was cooperating with me. I bent down and shone a flashlight on her, parting her

two plump labia. The alluring little opening inside was truly beautiful. I tried to probe inside with my tongue, and

she moaned. I licked for a while, and her pussy immediately overflowed with lustful fluid. Seeing that the time was right, I

thrust my rock-hard penis inside. Her body trembled, and she immediately cooperated. I went in step by step, from slow to fast,

from light to heavy, making the little beauty pant and moan. I fucked her for a full half hour before I finally ejaculated with

satisfaction . She lifted her buttocks to meet my orgasm, and it felt so good.

As if she had been expecting this, she took a towel from beside the pillow and stuffed it into her vagina. She pulled me close, ready to sleep again

. I didn't dare move, letting her hold me tightly around the neck. She quickly fell asleep again, and my heart gradually relaxed

. I quietly slipped out of her arms and sneaked back to my room like a thief.

About an hour and a half later, I heard the sound of the front door unlocking. I knew that country bumpkin was back

. It's really funny that I slept with his wife. My wife works the night shift; I don't have to worry about anything in the middle of the night.

My wife came home looking for trouble, so I yawned and went to sleep comfortably.

The next morning, I sneaked into the bathroom like a thief. When I came out, she was just coming out of her room.

She glared at me but didn't say anything and walked past. I ignored her and ran back to my room. After breakfast, I hurried

off to work at the factory.

That evening, it was just the two of us in the building again. I kept glancing at her room;

it seemed empty and quiet. I lay in bed watching TV. Around nine o'clock, I heard

someone knocking on the door again. I knew it was him coming to settle scores. I quickly opened the door and saw him standing there with a stern face,

saying, "Come here, I have something to say."

I had no choice but to obediently follow her to her house. Once inside, I asked in a low voice, "Is there anything I can

help you with ?"

She threw a punch, but I caught it. I grinned and said, "Why are you always criticizing me when I'm wrong? Why are you

hitting me?"

She broke free and said angrily, "Look what you've done! What are you going to do about it?"

I pretended not to know and said, "I didn't do anything." She raised her hand to hit me again, but I quickly dodged and said:

"Explain yourself!"

Seeing that I was still dodging her questions, she was so angry that she sat on the bed on the verge of tears. I quickly put on a smiling face and said, "I

was wrong. Whatever you say, I'll do."

Her eyes were filled with tears as she said, "There are two ways: one, I'll go to the police station and report you for rape, and have you arrested and

imprisoned; two, I'll tell your wife and have her deal with you."

I smiled and said, "Is there a third way?"

She said decisively, "No, you decide."

I quickly said, "I do."

After saying that, I hurriedly went back to my room, took out the five hundred yuan I won from playing cards yesterday from my jacket pocket,

went back to her room, and respectfully handed it to her. When she saw the money I gave her, she angrily snatched it away,

snorted, and lay down on the bed, ignoring me. I stood by the bed, not knowing whether to leave or stay. After lying there for a while,

seeing that I hadn't left, she turned around... She turned around and said, "Standing isn't tiring, sit down." I was overjoyed and quickly sat down.

She glared at me and asked, "You were really brave last night! What if I woke you up?"

I said, "You didn't object, I thought you were willing."

She suddenly sat up and grabbed me, saying, "You took advantage of me while I was half asleep, didn't you? You

bad guy!"

I smiled and said, "I misunderstood you. Besides, if you didn't let me stay with you

for a while , saying you were scared to sleep alone, would I dare sit next to you and wait for you to fall asleep?"

She seemed stumped by my question and laughed sheepishly. Seeing that things had calmed down, I simply lay down

next to her. She moved over slightly, which was considered permission. We started talking about our parents, and soon I started touching her again.

She didn't object and quickly got to work. I thought to myself; it's all

because of , this little money-grubber.

This time, I no longer had to make love to her with trepidation. We took off our clothes and played around on the bed to our hearts' content,

practicing all sorts of techniques until this little vixen was screaming and groaning incessantly. I ejaculated

twice before finally stopping this beautiful little vixen. Exhausted, we lay on the bed and continued chatting. She then told me

what had happened after I left the day before. Apparently, after I finished with her last night, I left after seeing her asleep. When she woke up, she reached out and

felt around to find no one beside her. She quickly sat up and touched the damp towel under her body, realizing that we had

indeed played that game. Slowly recalling what had happened before she went to sleep, she suddenly understood everything. Ashamed

and embarrassed, she quickly went to the kitchen to get water to wash herself. The sticky semen inside made her hate me to the core. Back in bed,

savoring the scene of our encounter made her feel quite satisfied. In college, her boyfriend was the same

type as me, strong and powerful. My specialty was a big, thick penis and fierce momentum. That's how her ex-boyfriend had dealt with her.

This one didn't have that ability.

Although they broke up due to unresolved work issues,

every she felt incredibly happy and satisfied. Now, whenever she couldn't satisfy her desires, she would reminisce about

the unforgettable feeling of making love with her ex-boyfriend. Last night, her husband came home and wanted to make love to her again after getting into bed.

She didn't dare refuse and had to go along with it, feeling like she was being raped. She hated her husband's small penis

; no matter how much he thrust inside, he couldn't reach her cervix.

It . Her clueless husband, seeing that her vagina was wetter than ever before, thought it was because she

was in a good mood.

Poor husband! Since their marriage, she had always been troubled by her inability to truly satisfy herself in this area. She never expected that

this tall, strong man would rekindle her former passion. How could she hate him?

After hearing her story, I realized how painful it is for a woman to not be satisfied.

We talked about how her husband was about to get off work, so we should have sex one more time. She clung to me tightly, moaning, and I let her

experience the joy of being a woman again.

From then on, whenever my wife and her husband worked the night shift, we would definitely have sex. Not

long after, she got pregnant. No one cared who the father was; as long as it was her own child, that was enough. Three years later,

we both moved from that special dormitory to a spacious apartment and never saw each other again. After having the child, she didn't

enjoy sex as much anymore; her attention was all on the child. I also found another mistress

at , so I became indifferent to her. However, I still had quite a bit of affection for that special apartment.

(The End)

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