My passionate sexual encounter with a married young woman

She was an unexpected bonus, and the most considerate person I've ever met. She has her own family, her own husband, her own daughter, and a good job, but that doesn't mean everything. Through her, I suddenly realized that after marriage, I really need to treat my wife better, or at least as well as possible, otherwise, this kind of thing might happen to me.
Working alone in a strange city is really boring, so I registered as a VIP member on a dating website—I won't mention the website to avoid advertising. I met some people, but we only chatted; nothing more. However, one day I suddenly received a friend request. Seeing it was from a female member, I immediately added her on QQ. For the first month, we just chatted. I noticed she stayed online very late every day, seemed very bored and listless, and especially loved online games. I wasn't very interested in online games but knew a little about them, so we chatted more and more, gradually learning about her family, her husband, her daughter, and her parents. One day, I told her I'd come see her since I was free on the weekend. She didn't reply. On Friday, I told her I'd come the next day. She said okay, she'd help with an aromatherapy massage, but told me not to get my hopes up too high, saying she didn't want anything to happen. I was prepared to see how things went.
I took the shuttle bus to her city early and, as she had suggested, booked a room at a chain hotel near a famous commercial street. I was still a little excited the night before and didn't sleep well, so I lay in bed for a nap. She texted me saying she was still at work, had a meeting, and to wait a while. Around 3:30, she texted to ask if I was available. Of course, I was. A dozen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. My heart was still pounding. I opened the door, and a young woman came in. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she had a lot of poise and was quite shy. Her height was about my size, around 165cm, not too thin or too plump, with a good figure. She smiled awkwardly at me, put down her bag, and immediately took out her incense and essential oils, saying she wanted to give me a massage. I could tell she was much more nervous than me; her face was flushed, and she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. I tried to pull her closer, but she was stiff, standing there rigidly against the window.
I tried chatting with her to ease her tension—about work, the shuttle bus, and so on. I slowly took her hand, gently stroking it. She seemed to feel better. I pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, had her take off her shoes and put on slippers, and gently put my arm around her waist. After a while, she became more comfortable and asked me to lie on the bed for a massage. I lifted her down: "Let's rest together for a bit. You've been working overtime all day; rest a little before you massage me." We lay together, embracing. I could clearly feel her breathing quicken and her heart pounding. She took a deep breath: "Thank you… It's been so long since I've felt like I'm holding a man, like a man…"
I tried kissing her cheek; she didn't resist. I kissed her lips; she didn't resist. I tried a deep French kiss; she seemed uncomfortable and closed her mouth. I didn't force her, holding her tightly, stroking her waist and back, then exploring her hips. They were full but not fat, and her skin was a little looser than a woman in her twenties, but it was alright. I pulled my clothes down a bit, and she climbed on top of me to massage my waist and back. It felt quite comfortable; I could tell she was health-conscious. Massages are inherently strenuous, and with her being so tense, she was soon panting heavily. I gently lifted her up again: "You must be tired~ Don't overdo it, take a rest~ Be good..." I coaxed her, as if I were seven years older than her, and kissed her again, this time with a deep French kiss, our soft tongues intertwining. I reached into her bra; her breasts were like cotton, soft but also a little loose. Time waits for no one. The base of her left nipple was a little loose. I reached behind and unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts. Her eyes were closed, as if she was enjoying it. I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, my hand starting to grope downwards, touching her panties, which were already a little wet. I touched her vulva through her panties, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, and soon she couldn't take it anymore. I took the opportunity to take off all her clothes. Her pubic hair was quite thick. She always said she wasn't confident about her figure, but for a woman who had given birth five years ago, it was already very good. She had some flesh on her waist, but not the kind of flabby flesh; she was quite full. I pressed myself against her, wanting to enter her, but she refused, telling me to take a shower first. Not wanting to force her, I pulled her to shower with me. At first, she was shy, but after my persistent pleading, she finally came into the bathroom with me. She was very considerate, lathering my entire body with shower gel and washing me thoroughly. I went back to bed and waited for her.
After a while, she came out, but still refused to let me enter. I rubbed against her for a while, getting a little tired, so I lay down. But then she climbed on top of me: "How about I massage your little brother? With the essential oil I brought..." She applied the oil to my penis, stroking it up and down, kissing me. After a while, she looked at me and said, "It's hard..." I rolled over on top of her. She said, "If you don't come in, we'll just be friends. It's different once you come in..." I smiled, didn't answer, kissed her lips, pressed my penis against her entrance, spread her legs, and with a thrust, pushed in. It was a little loose inside, but wet and warm. I teased her, saying, "It's quite tight~" "Ah, no, it's so loose..." I didn't let her say anything more and started thrusting hard. She cried out loudly, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her lower body constantly twisting, "Ah...ah...so good...ah!~~..." The stimulation was so intense, I kept thrusting in and out, slowly getting aroused, and ejaculated all the semen I had been holding back for a month inside her. Then I lay on top of her, sweating profusely. Slowly, I softened, rolled over and lay down, only to realize I hadn't put on my condom. She went down to clean her vagina, came back and lay on top of me, we hugged each other, rested, and sweated. It seemed like she hadn't done this so passionately in a long time, hugging me and repeatedly saying, "Thank you...thank you...", a very sentimental woman.
After resting for half an hour, she started to feel aroused again. Surprisingly, she had never given oral sex to a man, not even her husband, so she didn't want to give me any. I didn't force her, but instead held her small hand and stroked it, letting her lick her neck, ears, chest, and nipples. I pressed her head down, but she still didn't want to lick my penis. I lifted her up, and she moved in the woman-on-top position for a while. She was quite skilled, twisting her waist left and right, back and forth. No wonder she'd practiced yoga; she moved very nimbly. She rocked up and down for over ten minutes, then got tired, so I took over. I was also a little tired, so I had her lie on her side, and I lay behind her and penetrated her. This way, she could lie down and move without getting tired. "Is this okay?" It seems she hasn't tried many different positions. I'll slowly explore her. When she was close to orgasm, she rolled over, twisting her body vigorously. A moment later, she screamed loudly and collapsed onto me, panting heavily.
After two orgasms, she was a little tired, so we hugged each other to rest. I teased her from time to time, and she licked my chest. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, constantly urging her to kiss me lower. When we were almost there, my reaction was stronger. I still wanted her to give me oral sex: "Give me a kiss, it feels so good... Hurry, a little lower, ah..." Unable to resist my coaxing, I kissed her clitoris. I grabbed her breast and kneaded it: "Suck it in your mouth... I want it..." This time she didn't refuse. She opened her mouth and took it in. She couldn't take it in very deep, but she was careful, and there was no teeth involved. I grabbed her hair and tied it up, watching my penis go in and out of her mouth. I taught her to lick her clitoris with her tongue at the same time. This felt even better. I let her give me oral sex for five minutes the first time. I got hard again, rolled over and gently inserted myself, pressing her down as I slowly moved inside. After the orgasm, her vagina seemed tighter, clenching and squeezing, but there was still so much fluid. I reached down and touched her, and more fluid kept gushing out. Then I teased her with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, a sudden deep thrust followed by a loud groan. I kept stimulating her until she got tired, then I lay down, either letting her be on top or giving her oral sex. The second time was always very slow, and I didn't feel anything after a long time of penetration and oral sex. I turned her around and entered from behind, thrusting hard in a wheelbarrow position. She was clearly not used to this kind of stimulation, and soon she was completely limp on the bed. At this point, I felt something, so I went on top of her from the front. Her hair, mixed with sweat, stuck to her face. I lay on top of her and made her groan loudly, then ejaculated all of my semen inside her.

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