My landlord

My landlady is a 28-year-old woman. Women her age are very good at dressing up and taking care of themselves, which makes them particularly charming. That makes sense; women who like to dress up and wear makeup are inherently fond of being admired and value passion and desire. They understand how to experience emotions with a mature mindset, so money isn't a very important factor for them.
Okay, enough rambling. The first time I saw her, I was completely captivated, which is probably why I was willing to pay more to rent her place! Now that I've found my target, it's time to put my plan into action.
Let me introduce myself: I'm 30 years old, 177 cm tall, and my looks are above average. I'm married with two children. My wife and I now live in the US, while I run a company in China specializing in seafood. Since my family isn't around, buying a house didn't seem suitable, so I rented a studio apartment near my company. And that's how the story begins… My beautiful landlady's husband went to Japan to seek his fortune a long time ago, leaving her and her seven-year-old son at home. Because I lived in her apartment, we had more opportunities to interact and gradually became quite familiar—after all, we see each other all the time!
I would occasionally tease her son in front of her, and often invite them out for meals after work. I slowly discovered that she had a rather elegant air and dressed quite formally. I'm a rather gentle and non-aggressive man, usually quite cute and kind, but nobody knows that deep down I'm incredibly horny.
Because of this, my landlady was unguarded and easy to get along with. Plus, I'm a homebody and enjoy cooking, while she often eats out. From our conversations, I learned she was tired of eating out, so I used this opportunity to invite her to my place for dinner. We only live on different floors, which gave us more time alone together and laid the foundation for our future relationship. After all, casual conversations are where feelings develop.
To win her over, I always made sure my rented apartment was spotless before leaving, making her think I was attentive and hardworking. The first few times she came over, I tried to start the conversation with work-related topics to avoid her suspecting ulterior motives. Although I wanted to be attentive, I couldn't reveal it at first, lest she think I was trying to deceive her (perhaps she was already thinking I could).
In my experience, spending too much time together can easily cause a loss of affection and is inconvenient. Being discovered is dangerous and could even be fatal. So you should understand that having an affair requires strategic location and quality, not quantity.
I remember the first time she came to my place for dinner, I treated it like a casual get-together with friends, buying some groceries and chatting about everyday things to make her feel comfortable. After we got along well, I slowly tried to get closer to her, pretending to care about her and consciously showing it.
Later, every time she came to my house for dinner, I would go out of my way to buy groceries and cook, doing everything myself. Watching me busy like this, she would say, "It's rare for a man to be a good cook; you're so lucky to be my wife!" At that moment, I would deliberately feign a pitiful state, fabricating a story about a painful family situation that men often tell, to gain her sympathy. It really worked!
So, I invited her to my house for dinner every few days, adding a few little surprises. As you know, dinnertime is the best time to chat; we mostly talk about family and personal topics, focusing on common experiences, discussing personal feelings in depth. This is how our relationship grew closer, and we became less reserved. My tone gradually changed from a friendly, loud, enthusiastic one to a soft, whispered one, like a lover's whisper, to bridge the emotional distance.
After several encounters and regular conversations, we became quite good confidants. She also became more open and less guarded. Perhaps I sensed that she felt more than just friends with me; she couldn't quite put her finger on it either. I guessed she was somewhat attracted to my gentle, approachable, cute yet mature nature (after all, I'm married, so I'm quite mature, to say the least). This type of man, cute yet mature, is certainly attractive to a dignified young woman like her.
I knew her heart was beginning to flutter, but she was afraid to express it. At this point, a man should take the initiative. Later, I spoke much less, but I deliberately tried to make her feel a long-lost warmth, my tone carrying an unreadable feeling. After that, I focused more on showing attentiveness and care: making her tea, seeing her to the door when she left, and so on.
Dealing with a woman like this is like going to the market; the best chance of a sale is after three to five attempts. Don't be too fast, and don't drag it out too long. Target her and strike, but don't escalate it into force, otherwise, you might get what you want, but it will only be a one-time thing.
This time, the opportunity finally arrived—it was almost fate! That noon, as usual, she came to my house again. The air was rather stuffy, making her drowsy, and since she's very particular about her health and needs a nap at noon, she noticed I was taking forever to prepare the food. She especially loves sweet potato rice porridge, and even making a simple bowl of porridge takes her ages. She said she wanted to watch TV and take a nap, and I'd wake her up when she was ready.

I readily agreed, secretly pleased, thinking, based on my past experience, today might be the day! So I closed the door and dimmed the lights, ostensibly creating a nap environment for her, but secretly setting a trap for myself.
While I was cooking, I noticed she hadn't taken off her high heels; her feet were still on the edge of the bed. I tried to gently lift her feet to help her take them off, whispering, "Take them off so you can sleep better." The first attempt failed; she moved away, saying lazily, "What are you doing? It's okay, I'll just lie down for a while." I said,
"Alright then!"
Five minutes later, I went over again. This time, without saying a word, I simply took off one foot. Seeing that one foot was off, she didn't object to me taking off the other. Then, I moved her feet further into the bed, and she fell asleep.
Okay, the dishes were all served, but then I realized the rice cooker wasn't plugged in. Hehe, but I was thinking, this time I have to wait.
First time: She asked if I was done, and I said no, I forgot to plug in the rice cooker. Second time: She said, "Why isn't it ready yet?" I said, "Almost, almost done." Third time: She said, "Sigh! How long will that take? You might as well turn off the light, it's too bright." Haha, now it's like nighttime in broad daylight.
Listening to the "humming" of the electric cooker lid, my heart pounded. I took a fragrant razor clam and secretly placed it three centimeters in front of her nose. No reaction. Two centimeters, still no reaction. One centimeter, haha, this time there was a reaction. She swallowed and pursed her lips, the atmosphere clearly containing a hint of my teasing. I put the razor clam to her lips
, her lips slightly parted but not quite. I secretly used the dim light to look at her charming and sexy lips, looking at the beautiful young woman sleeping soundly on my bed, my heart was filled with turmoil, and I wanted to kiss those sexy lips several times, but I still didn't dare, afraid of messing it up and wasting all my effort.
I continued to touch her lips with razor clams, trying to arouse my lust. She slightly opened her eyes and looked down, asking, "What's this?" I said, "It smells delicious! We'll eat it later." I paused for a moment, removed the razor clam, and then secretly ate it myself. Oh, so delicious! So comforting!
I tried my second trick, pretending to lie down for a while, so I half-reclined next to her on the headboard and quietly looked at her very closely. At that time, I was only about 20 centimeters away from her lips. I think she should have been able to feel it, but she calmly kept her eyes closed, completely unaware. (Yeah, right! I don't believe it even if you beat me to death.) Then, I grabbed her hand and pretended to look at the spirals on her fingers. She opened her eyes, and I told her I'd help her check. Obviously, her IQ was so low at that moment! How could she see anything in such dim light? Hehe. I said it was too dark to see clearly, so I pulled her hand out and carefully rubbed and looked at it. After looking for a long time, I told her I couldn't see clearly. She must have known I had ulterior motives. She never expected that someone as seemingly gentle as me would have such inappropriate thoughts about her. She must be secretly laughing at my idiocy!
Then, I put a razor clam in her mouth. She declined, saying she'd get up to eat later. I said, "The food will be ready in a little while; it'll taste better when it's soft. Have one first, smell it and see if it smells good." She smelled it, and then I put it in her mouth. She continued lying down.
She ate two in total. I wasn't sure whether to continue teasing her. After thinking it over, I decided to stop and wait until next time.
I turned to get out of bed to check if the food was ready, but I didn't want to stand up, so I sat with my back to her for a while. Suddenly, she casually grabbed my waist from behind and said, "Aren't you ticklish? Hehe, hahaha! Hehehe..." I said I wasn't, but she kept grabbing me. This time, I felt ticklish and laughed. Then, I reached back and grabbed her back, asking if she was ticklish. She said no, but I didn't believe her. I continued, but she really wasn't ticklish.
I grabbed her even harder. Perhaps she was waiting for my further advances. At that moment, we were laughing softly, our eyes meeting several times on our still-smiling faces. I stopped. I really wanted to kiss her passionately. Actually, I guessed she would have agreed then, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it. At that point, even men become a little shy.
I got up and said, "It's time to eat." After getting the food, she lazily sat up and said her neck was sore. Just a moment ago, I was cursing myself for not daring to do it, thinking how stupid I was. I thought, "I'm not going to be a gentleman anymore." I made up my mind. Actually, at this point, the initiative was entirely in my hands; it just depended on whether I wanted to or not.
I said, "Shall I massage your neck?"
She said, "You know how? Sure!"
I said, "I know a little. I used to massage my wife a lot." So I touched her fair neck again.
After a while, she looked very comfortable and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at it. It feels really good." Actually, I was just massaging randomly.
I said, "You should lie down. I'll give you a proper massage." She said, "Okay!" and took the opportunity to lie down on the bed. Looking at her pert buttocks and curvaceous figure, I was already aroused, and my penis was already hard.
I massaged her here and there, my elbows deliberately brushing against her firm, elastic buttocks. Heh, it seems she was interested too!

After a while, she stopped moving. I looked over; she was asleep (pretending). I also pretended my hands were tired, and this time boldly pressed my face against her back, deliberately breathing heavily.
After a while of stillness, she said she needed to get up for dinner. I didn't get up, saying, "I'm so tired!" I then lay down on the bed further. She didn't get up. This time I was bolder, pressing my chest against her back and gently taking her hands in mine. She trembled slightly. I pressed my face against hers, touching the face of the beautiful young woman I had long admired. She seemed a little scared or nervous, but remained composed. I increased my breathing, trying to arouse her, and then kissed her from her ear to her face.
She seemed surprised by my actions, saying, "Wow! You won't, will you?" I had already pressed my lips against hers. Then she said, "Are you taking advantage of me?" I said, "Yes, I am!" Since it was really difficult to kiss her from behind, I simply turned my body to the side and kissed her from the side.
At first, she only responded gently and then pulled back. I increased the pressure and kissed her fiercely on the lips. This time, she didn't avoid me anymore and hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately. She fully released the desire that she had been longing for in her heart, and I didn't even have time to respond.
Her sudden frenzy excited me immensely. Looking at the charming young woman in front of me, I was already burning with lust. My penis was pressed hard against her genitals through my pants, making her moan several times in my mouth. The sound rushed into my throat and went straight to my blood.
She turned around and pressed me down, riding on top of me and kissing me incessantly. Her buttocks were also moving up and down incessantly. Even through my pants, I could still feel a strong heat flowing back and forth between her vulva and my penis.
She couldn't take it anymore and wanted it. I pushed her down, removing her white collared shirt and bra, not even bothering to take it off, and her small breasts were right in front of me. She resisted and pulled her bra back, but I wouldn't have it. Without a word, I grabbed one breast with one hand and sucked on the other.
She cried out no, but my mouth and tongue were already on her breasts, and she let out an "Ahhh," sounding incredibly happy. After all, we were having an affair, landlord and tenant, friends in our spare time, but now we were in bed together, and the feeling was incredibly exciting! With so much foreplay, we were already aroused.
I tried to take off her pants, but she refused several times, so I had to use another method. While kissing her breasts, getting her excited, I touched, pressed, and inserted my fingers into her genitals through her pants. I didn't believe she wouldn't feel itchy!
Soon it worked; she couldn't take it anymore, and I finally took off her outer pants. She was incredibly shy. Her white panties were already soaked, suggesting she was also quite wet inside.
I took off my outer pants, and through the remaining two pairs of underwear, we pressed our genitals together.
Finally, she asked me, with a mixture of longing and shyness, "Do you have a condom?" I said no. She said, "Are you kidding me? You've made me like this and you didn't even prepare a condom. No way, maybe next time!" I thought she was right. This time, we left it at that, without actually having sex, but we had already made great progress. Thinking back to just half an hour ago, I was only lightly touching her hands, and now we'd reached this point—it was enough to keep me thinking about it all night.
Three days later, after three days of adjustment, I finally overcame that intense awkwardness. I invited her over for lunch again, and she arrived as promised. Hehe! Now she entered the house with a completely domineering attitude, no longer so polite. She immediately lay down on the bed, while I, like a servant, started cooking.
As I cooked, I kept thinking about whether I could actually have sex with her that noon. Hehe, even thinking about it makes cooking feel sweet.
Dinner was served promptly at 1:10 PM. She ate with me like a young couple, completely uninhibited, a stark contrast to her usual self. That's women for you—even when having an affair, they maintain their principles. After we finished eating
, she told me she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. Of course, I didn't object (of course I did! Another chance! This time, I was determined to have her). So, I quickly cleaned up the mess, giving her a moment to create a quiet environment and the right atmosphere.
After I finished tidying up, I said I was sleepy and wanted to lie down for a while. She said domineeringly, "Go sleep at the company." (Actually, she came prepared, saying one thing but meaning another; wasn't she obviously making up a lie for herself?) I said, "Why should I go? This is my room, I'm going to sleep here." (I knew my answer would suit her.) She said, "Then you can sleep on the floor."
I took off my shoes and socks, turned off the light, and, ignoring her, got into bed and lazily said, "It's my bed, why should I sleep on the floor?" Seeing that she couldn't do anything since I was already in bed, she turned over and went to sleep. I didn't make my move immediately, but lay quietly as if I was really sleepy, as if I was about to fall asleep.
A few minutes later, I lazily turned to face her. She had her back to me, still quiet, perhaps waiting for my attack. Smelling her fragrance, a young woman's body smelled so good. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist. She struggled a little, trying to push my hands away, but she failed, haha!

I touched her belly, occasionally touching her hand and then moving it back to her waist, while rubbing my face against her back. It felt so good! I then slipped my hand inside her thin t-shirt and tried to touch her breasts, but she said, "Oh! I want to sleep, don't move around." She pushed my hand away.
This time, I withdrew my hand and instead touched her thigh, then slowly slid it down to her stomach, repeating this motion in a cycle, before finally reaching her genitals. She didn't resist. After some time, she must have had some physical arousal, so she naturally allowed me to touch her private parts. I could feel the shape of her labia majora even through her pants.
Her genitals unconsciously swayed gently in opposite directions in response to my touch; she felt itchy, and her breathing became heavier. I stroked her labia up and down, sometimes making circles, sometimes pressing against what I guessed was the vaginal opening. After a few rounds, her whole body began to writhe. I moved my hand towards unbuttoning her pants, wanting to slip it inside for a more comfortable touch, but she stopped me with her hand.
Instead, I grabbed her hand and placed it on my erect penis. She touched it, then shyly withdrew it. You know, the psychological excitement a woman feels when she touches a man's penis is very intense. I grabbed her hand again, letting her feel it. She tried to struggle slightly, but my strong hand placed it back on my penis.
Guided by me, she squeezed it. This squeeze was probably a mixture of shyness, desire, and excitement. A woman's hand suddenly grasping a thick, hard man's penis can give her a strong sense of exhilaration. Perhaps, as she squeezed, a few drops of fresh, lustful fluid also seeped from her vaginal opening.
Now she was completely aroused. I pushed her sideways towards me, and then, with increased force, one hand began to slide across her body while my lips began to kiss her. She was already very excited and was now so cooperative.
The feeling of kissing was so wonderful; I just sucked on her protruding tongue. This normally prim and proper woman had been transformed into such a wanton woman—just thinking about it was incredibly pleasurable. Her body writhed more and more violently, and she began to emit the moans of a young woman I had longed for. I slipped my hand inside her bra and caressed her nipples. It turned out that her nipples were a very important erogenous zone for her; touching them excited her immensely, and her moans became even more unrestrained.
I pulled my lips away from hers and began kissing her neck, then buried my head frantically in her breasts. She gripped my hair tightly with both hands, making it a mess. My hands didn't stop for a moment; my head was on her chest, and my hands were on her genitals, attacking from both sides, making her moan and emit long-lost pleasure. Coupled with the thrill of the affair, now adultery, she must have been soaking wet down there, right?
When I reached for her pants, she eagerly raised her buttocks, making it easy for me to pull them off. Seeing her white panties, I leaned down and, while kissing her, pulled off her damp panties. I longed to kiss her wet labia, wanting to devour her juices; I was already aroused.
Since it was our first time making love, to avoid embarrassing her, I covered us with the blanket and got down to work. When she realized I was going to lick her genitals, she was so shy! She immediately pulled my head up with both hands and whispered, "No! It's dirty, don't..." I lowered my head again, and she pulled it up again, saying the same thing: "No! It's dirty, it's dirty down there." There was nothing I could do; she was too shy, so I had to leave it for next time.
I stripped naked, and she opened a condom and handed it to me, saying, "Put it on yourself, I don't know how." I wondered if she was trying to help me put it on, but I put it on myself anyway.
She glanced furtively at my penis, then I spread her legs, poised to penetrate her, and placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina, gently touching it as if trying to push in but not quite. This made her unbearably itchy, and she began to thrust her hips upwards. After pushing in less than two centimeters, I secretly pulled back, making her even more uncomfortable. Her face showed a pained expression, a desperate longing for penetration.
She lifted her hips again, thrusting upwards frantically. This time, I didn't pull back, but instead pushed downwards. She let out an "Ahhh!" and made a face of finally getting what she wanted. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her vagina was filled with my thick, hard penis, and she became excitedly aroused.
I slowly pushed my penis in, then said in a deep, breathy voice, "It's all the way in." She said, "Mmm," and then moaned in a seductive voice. I thrust in deeply, holding the position for a second at the very end, then slowly pulled it all the way out to the entrance, before slowly pushing it back in. After a few repetitions, she looked at me with a long-awaited and satisfied expression, as if hoping I would begin the piston-like motion.
Looking at the lustful woman before me, I thought, "Finally, I've got her, ah... this is what adultery is!" My penis thrust in and out of her vagina, and she was completely oblivious to the changes around her, only enjoying the pleasure of this adultery.

I hadn't expected her to be so tight! She had been gripping me tightly from the very beginning. Luckily, I had used a condom, otherwise I would have ejaculated very quickly. Her face was filled with excitement as I aroused her, her whole body moving up and down with me, her hands gripping my shoulders and stroking them. Once her desire was ignited, she was quite wanton.
I thrust harder and harder, whispering in her ear every now and then, "We're having an affair~" When she heard this, she gripped my back tightly with both hands, so tightly it hurt, forcing me to divert some of my energy to feel the pain. However, she didn't care at all; her expression grew increasingly intense, completely absorbed in the pleasure.
So wanton! So incredibly wanton! I felt incredibly excited too.
We kissed as we made love, saliva constantly flowing everywhere. I thrust in hard, and she let out loud moans, her body clenching, then she moaned and cried out in ecstasy. At that moment, I suddenly pounded into her with tremendous force, once every second, each thrust causing her face to contort in pain, her eyes closed.
Finally, as I ejaculated wildly inside her, she drifted off to sleep with a final, blissful cry. Looking at her conquered state, I felt incredibly proud. Having an affair with my own landlady—only those who have experienced it can truly understand! I won't say too much about my personal feelings; you can imagine it yourselves!

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