[Feelings for a Respectable Mature Woman] [Author: LiangqingWWY]

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My Affection with a Respectable Mature Woman

I met her while having dinner with friends. She looked to be around 40 years old, rather thin, with
delicate features a certain attractiveness, but she wasn't very talkative and seemed a bit tired. Being naturally curious and enjoying
challenges, I intentionally struck up a conversation with her, and we eventually exchanged WeChat contacts.

A few days later, we chatted on WeChat. She seemed rather reserved and not very talkative, so I racked my brains to find topics like
entertainment and children's education to talk about, gradually opening her up.

She was actually quite talkative, pouring out her troubles to me. She was a well-behaved girl from an ordinary family,
with strict upbringing; she wasn't allowed to go out after work, so she didn't have a boyfriend. In her youth, she was proud and
arrogant suitable, ultimately ending up as an older single woman.

After turning 30, her family started to get anxious, and so did she. So she and her husband met through a blind date. Both of them were
getting married at an older age and were relatively indifferent to romance, focusing more on compatibility. Therefore, there wasn't any
of the passionate .

Her husband had no ability, no background, and no good job. Because of their age,
they just settled for marriage.

They didn't have a wedding house, no traditional gold jewelry, just a set of wedding photos and a very simple wedding. Each family
hosted their own guests, paying for their own hotel and receiving their own gifts.

After the wedding, both families scraped together money and, with a heavy heart, bought a house on a mortgage . The house was something she
insisted on buying, despite her husband's opposition from the beginning to the end, for
one reason only: they didn't have the money.

Thus began the long journey of paying off the mortgage. Both husband and wife had average incomes and little
savings, making their lives difficult even with frugal living.

A year later, they had a daughter, further increasing the financial burden. Besides the bank loan, they were also burdened with over 100,000
yuan in debt.

Her husband had no hobbies, no ambitions, and no plans for life; he was completely complacent.

He never seemed to worry about their lack of money. He wasn't worried about how to repay so much debt in the future,
even when his relatives were pressuring him.

Before he knew it, his daughter was in elementary school, the loans weren't paid off, the debts remained the same, and his husband's company
was barely surviving, barely making ends meet. He worked eight hours a day, clocking in and out on time,
doing nothing, stuck in a monotonous routine.

She hated her husband; a grown man with no ambition, afraid to change jobs, afraid to start over in a new
environment, afraid of physical labor. He was content with his meager salary,
showing no drive whatsoever .

She couldn't stand her husband's incompetence. Because of this, they often argued over trivial matters, and
eventually they started sleeping in separate beds, maintaining a marriage in name only.

Understanding her predicament and wanting to alleviate her financial burden, I introduced her to a
friend , allowing her to work part-time as an insurance agent. After I paid her deposit, she underwent training as a new agent.

The training lasted a week, covering insurance knowledge and
how persuade them to buy insurance.

Actually, insurance is quite profitable; agents typically earn 27-30% commission on each policy they close. I
got a % commission.

So I not only bought her insurance, but also encouraged my friends to buy her insurance as well. As a result, her
sales performance soared. After only one month, she earned around 8,000 yuan. She
was overjoyed. She took the initiative to ask me out, offering to treat me to dinner and return the deposit I had paid on her behalf.

I chose a weekend and reserved a table at a relatively upscale restaurant. She arrived as promised, wearing light makeup and
a red coat, looking completely different from her usual self. We ate and chatted happily. After several dishes and
a few rounds of drinks, we were both a little tipsy. She kept... She thanked me profusely, and I told her not to
mind .

After dinner, I suggested we go to a guest room upstairs in the hotel to have some tea and sober up, which she agreed to very shyly.

Once in the room, after making the tea, she seemed a little tipsy. She went to the bedside and sat down. Perhaps
feeling uncomfortable, she put a pillow behind her back, leaning back on the bed, one foot on the carpet, the other
half dangling from the bed, her body rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Watching her alluring posture, I quietly sat down beside her, leaned down, and embraced her.
The body , mature yet fragrant, was truly captivating. I buried my face in her hair and breathed deeply... Inhaling
the fragrance of her hair,

her soft breath soothed me, relaxing my entire body. I closed my eyes, savoring
the scent .

Then, I cupped her head, gazing intently at her face.

I had never been so close to her before. Her light makeup made her incredibly alluring; even
the slight wrinkles on her brow only enhanced her charm and captivating allure.

My lips gently pressed against hers. She didn't resist; instead, she held me tightly, her lips meeting
mine, her tongue darting out—a sweet, delicate, and smooth sensation. We kissed for a long time,
until we were both burning with desire. Feeling utterly weak, I helped her to her feet and slowly removed her top. Her
full breasts were covered by pink lace. I gently caressed them, then unbuttoned the top from behind.

Lying back down, I admired her beautiful body up close. She twisted shyly, pulling a pillow
to cover her face.

Her body was incredibly supple, a uniform milky color, soft and fleshy. Her breasts were slightly sagging,
yet still perky. I gently pinched one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, while simultaneously sucking on the other.
She involuntarily let out a soft moan. Her body was so soft and smooth, almost melting.

Next, I pulled her pink lace panties down to her knees, bent her right leg, and then
pulled the panties off her right ankle. Her pubic hair was fine and thick, covering most of her vulva. I gently lifted her legs, and a pair of full
mounds of flesh appeared before my eyes. The brown labia majora shielded the bright red inner walls, both glistening with love juice.

She quickly and shyly covered her vulva with her hands, but I forcefully pried her hands away and buried my head in
the valley of my dreams.

The familiar scent of a mature woman, under the stimulation of our affair, made her unique feminine aroma particularly strong,
a salty, yogurt-like smell. I took her entire vulva into my mouth, savoring it repeatedly, lifting her snow-white
thighs with my hands and pressing my shoulders against her, stretching her vulva upwards as much as possible.

Holding her thighs in my hands and tasting her labia in my mouth, I found it even more flavorful and the stimulation even more intense.

As I sucked wantonly, she kept twisting her body, letting out muffled moans from her nose.

At first, she would try to avoid me, but gradually she gave up struggling and arched her back to meet me. Her wet, sticky love juices made
her labia glisten with a wanton glow, and her moans grew louder.

After the licking, her vaginal secretions flowed out in trickles, making her vagina quite wet.
The milky white liquid ran down her buttocks and onto the sheets.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and inserted my glans between her wet labia. In an instant, her labia majora
enveloped my penis, a wonderful suction pulling my shaft in. It was a warm and intoxicating feeling. Her vagina
was soft and slippery, and my penis moved back and forth inside, making a squelching sound. She closed her eyes tightly
and frowned slightly, looking a little pained.

I thrust wildly, trying to capture the pleasure of my glans scraping against the inner walls of her vagina. Her desire, suppressed for many years,
was ignited by my thrusts, and her moans became more frequent and intense, as if she were being ravaged.

Her tightly pressed legs made her vagina clench even tighter, and with each thrust, the friction between my glans and the walls of her vagina
intensified. I could feel it, and she could feel it too, because her moans were tinged with tears.

Thrust, swelling, gushing, ejaculation—she cried and moaned, her vagina contracting in waves, and I finally released my
pent-up desire, a final, boundless, and endless wave of pleasure, like falling from the clouds, or
ascending to the heavens of bliss…

After the passion subsided, we embraced and whispered, savoring the experience, which brought us both a sense of freshness and dynamism.

She confided in me that she had never felt so liberated since her marriage, and that sex with her husband was merely fulfilling a normal marital obligation,
devoid of passion.

That day, we were tireless, entwined again and again, she experiencing multiple orgasms, reluctant to part.

We felt as if we were in love, yet not in love; I knew she could tacitly consent to all of this with me. But
she had a family, a daughter, so we could only remain intimate friends with benefits.

[The End]

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