Rekindled romance feels like the first time

Everyone knows that men often experience morning erections, and I got an erection after just a few casual strokes from her.

She noticed my erection and gently touched my penis, saying, "It's really thick." I smiled and said, "Do you like it? Shall we do it again?" She nodded, I couldn't tell if she liked it or agreed to do it again, but whatever, with such beauty before me, I'd do it first.

I grabbed a condom and put it on—this time I remembered to put it on first. But this time she still wanted to be on top, which was incredibly frustrating. This time she was much more skilled, straddling me and going all the way in in no time. Women are truly amazing; it took so much effort to get it all the way in before, but after we finished, it was so easy to get it all the way in again.

I didn't even expect to change positions this time; she was on top the whole time, and her stamina was really good. I thrust upwards with all my might from below, and she didn't complain about not being able to or that it was too sore anymore. She just made soft moans and said something, which I couldn't understand. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated again. She kept asking me,

"Are you going to ejaculate? Tell me when you're going to, and I'll come with you." It seemed she could control her own orgasm time when she was on top. When she heard me say I was about to ejaculate, she started writhing wildly. As I started to ejaculate, she thrust a few times and pressed herself tightly against me, bringing me to orgasm as well.

When we both calmed down, this time she took off my condom and looked at the semen inside, saying, "So much again! Can you always ejaculate this much?" I immediately swore, "I only ejaculate this much when I'm with you, because it feels so good. You make me feel so good!" We cuddled for a while longer, and then she went home. She needed to shower and change because her boyfriend was coming home that day, and she didn't want him to find out anything. We maintained this

relationship for over a year, meeting once or twice a week, mostly at my place, and occasionally at hers. At that time, she wasn't married yet and lived in her own home. Her parents would sometimes visit relatives in other cities, and we would have sex at her place then. But ever since she stayed overnight at my place the first time, we've never spent the night together, partly for safety reasons. Whenever we were together, we'd almost always have sex twice, always so unrestrained and passionate.

I once asked her, "How does it feel to have sex with your boyfriend now?" She replied in a very lewd way, "You've really satisfied my appetite. Places he couldn't reach before, you can touch every time now. What else can I feel? Sometimes when I'm with him, I have to close my eyes and think it's with you to feel anything. I basically don't have an orgasm anymore, and if I do, it's just a tiny little one." Any man would be excited to hear that. She would often say her classic line, "You always give me such pleasurable orgasms. What will I do if I can't anymore? After getting used to sugary drinks, what's the point of drinking plain water?" She was truly a seemingly innocent but secretly seductive vixen.

I really liked her and enjoyed having sex with her, but I never thought about replacing her boyfriend. I considered her a lover I really liked.

Finally, in October 2002, she got married to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend (whom I will call husband from now on) had always been very good to her, and his business was doing well. They had even bought a house for their wedding. I knew roughly when she was getting married, but I didn't pay much attention.

One day in October, I suddenly received a call from her. She said to me, "I got married today. I'm waiting for them to come and pick me up. I miss you." As she spoke, she started crying on the phone. I felt

very sad when I heard this, and I comforted her, saying, "Don't cry. You won't look pretty if you keep crying. Today should be the happiest day for you. We can still see each other again in the future.

" But she said on the phone, "After we get married, we can't see each other anymore. I've wronged him before, and I can't wrong him again after I get married." At that time, because I had other women, although I was a little sad, I was still able to let it go, so I comforted her a few more times and hung up the phone.

I didn't contact her for a long time. When I called her again, I found her phone number had been canceled. I thought, "Forget it, let it all go."

I continued living my life, continuing to juggle several women at the same time. Later, I started dating a girlfriend and began having only one woman. Then I got married, and everything seemed normal.

I thought my ordinary life would continue like this, but fate is like that; it leaves when you want it, and suddenly reappears when you've forgotten about it.

In June 2005, I received a phone call, and I immediately recognized her voice. It was strange; even after all these years, I could still recognize her voice instantly. She said, "Hello, do you know who I am?" I deliberately spoke in a calm voice, "Yes. How are you? How are you doing?" That's how we reconnected. She knew I had also been married. We would occasionally call each other to talk about our lives and catch up on each other's situations. She had now passed the civil service exam and, through connections, became a police officer at the city's traffic management bureau! It was an administrative job in an office, which was quite good.

If things continued like this, occasional phone calls wouldn't be a big deal. Like I always say, "What's meant to happen will happen..." Our old flame rekindled!
Life is truly strange. I never imagined that almost three years later we'd reconnect. Of course, we were both married, and I didn't have many expectations. I had a slight thought, but I rationally controlled it. After all, we hadn't seen or contacted each other for years, and I didn't know what she was thinking. It was better to avoid any trouble.

By then, I had bought a car. Because she worked at the traffic management bureau, I sometimes asked her to check for violations and exposures. Who would have thought that this would create an opportunity for us?

It was probably August 2005. My car was due for its annual inspection, so I called her to check how many violations I had and if she could help me clear some. She asked for my license plate number (we hadn't met in person yet, only talked on the phone), and she didn't know my license plate number. The next day, she called me and told me there weren't many violations and the fine wouldn't be much. Upon hearing this, I immediately said, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner sometime." It was just a polite remark, really. She didn't agree, but instead said, "You bad person!" I didn't understand at first and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you say that?" She chuckled twice and said, "You haven't been honest since you got married! How many women have you had?" I quickly explained, "No, no, I've been very honest since I got married, I haven't had any other women." She laughed again and said, "Don't lie to me, I've already checked, and you still won't tell the truth." I was puzzled and said: "How did you find out?" she said smugly. "We're the police. When you registered your license plate number, your phone number, ID number, and home address were already in the system. Yesterday, after I checked your traffic violations, I used your ID number to check your personal records. It was all hotel booking records, many pages of them. And you still tell me you don't have any other women?" Damn, the police's networked system is really powerful. I have had other women over the years, but I've been very careful about keeping it a secret. Who would have thought they could still find out? I could only say, "Yes, I do have another woman (actually more than one). After you got married, I had to find another mistress." She continued, "I knew you weren't a good person. You're still so lecherous." Since this incident, our phone conversations have changed from just exchanging greetings to discussing many sexual matters. That's how men are. Even knowing that her husband's penis wasn't as big or long as mine, I still often asked her about these things, partly to satisfy my vanity, and partly to seduce her again. I despise myself for this. Besides, we've had a sexual relationship before, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about talking about it.

She told me that her sex life with her husband was fairly harmonious, about 2-3 times a week, lasting only 10-15 minutes, and she felt comfortable. I said, "Only that much time? Then you definitely don't orgasm every time. When we used to do it, I could last more than half an hour every time, and you could orgasm every time." Women are more open about sex after marriage, and I found that she was much bolder in talking about sex with me now than before, daring to say anything. When she heard me say that, she replied, "You've raised my appetite, so if my sex life isn't harmonious, it's your fault." I quickly said, "Okay! I'll let you deeply experience the difference between your husband and me." She didn't say anything but laughed on the phone, but to me, it sounded like a lewd laugh.

I started asking her out, but at first she refused, saying she knew I had ulterior motives, and I didn't know what to do. But one day she took the initiative to call me and ask me to meet, which made me very happy. We met at a small restaurant where we used to eat together. When we met, I noticed she hadn't changed much; she was still thin, though she wasn't wearing her police uniform. However, she seemed to be in a bad mood, eating very little and speaking listlessly. She wouldn't say anything when I asked, which made me lose interest. After finishing our meal, we prepared to go home separately.

Suddenly, she asked, "Do you have time now?" I said I did. She then asked, "Is it convenient to come to your place?

" She was really direct. I said, "My wife is home today, how about we go to a hotel?" She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go to my place, you haven't seen my new house yet." Seeing my hesitation, she added, "My husband isn't home; he's away on a business trip and won't be back for a few days." To be cautious, I didn't drive but took a taxi, and got out some distance from her house. I followed her slowly, looking around the whole way. Honestly, getting older makes me more timid.

Her house was on the top floor of a multi-story building, a duplex, probably over 150 square meters. It was nicely decorated, and it seemed her husband's business was doing quite well. We toured the house, wandering around the upstairs and downstairs, casually offering our opinions. Finally, we arrived at her master bedroom, where a large bed and a large wedding photo on the wall were quite eye-catching.

She smiled and said, "What do you think of my house? Pretty good, right?" I immediately hugged her and said, "I've missed you, I want you." She gently struggled in my arms, saying, "Don't do this, let's not do this." I didn't care, kissing her as I said, "I want you, I want you now, I've wanted this for so long.

" She didn't resist anymore, and soon we were both naked. Three years later, I saw her naked again.

Her waist was still so slim, her breasts still so large, her nipples seemed a little darker, and her buttocks seemed bigger too. My mouth and hands were too busy, kissing and touching her, having a great time. I hadn't been this excited in a long time. I lay down on the bed and said to her, who was filled with lust, "Why don't you get on top? You love being on top." She climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis with one hand, and rubbed the head of my penis against her labia and vaginal opening a few times. The head of my penis immediately became large and shiny from her vaginal fluid. Under my gaze, she began to sit down little by little. Although it had been three years since I had been inside her, it was still very tight. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as she tried to penetrate.

After all, we had been married for several years. It wasn't easy to get in at first, but with the help of her vaginal fluid, it was quick. My lower abdomen was pressed tightly against her buttocks. We both breathed a sigh of relief. I touched her breasts with both hands and said, "So tight, are you comfortable?" She had already started moving on her own, moving up and down while saying, "So big, so big, oh..." I also thrust upwards with force, and the room was filled with her lewd moans and the "slap slap" sounds of our intercourse.

She was getting into it, but I had to be careful. I'm sorry, as I mentioned before, I tend to ejaculate faster when a woman is on top of me, so I was already feeling the urge to ejaculate. I quickly sat up, hugged her tightly, and used my hands to support her buttocks, rubbing my fully inserted glans against her cervix. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed her buttocks against me forcefully.

I must say, she was very skilled at this; she probably used this position a lot with her husband. After only a short while, I felt like ejaculating again. This wouldn't do. I had finally gotten this opportunity again, and I didn't want it to end so quickly, especially since she hadn't even orgasmed yet. Being married makes a difference; before, she would orgasm very quickly when we were together, but now she seemed much more adept.

I quickly said to her, "Baby, let me be on top. I can't get any leverage like this." Actually, if she rubbed me like this any longer, I was sure I would ejaculate. She was still wriggling her buttocks, her throat trembling as she said, "How much force are you going to use? Are you trying to kill me?!" But she obediently released my penis and lay down on the bed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I parted her thighs, grasped my penis, and slid it back and forth against her labia. My entire penis was glistening with her vaginal fluids, even my pubic hair was wet. She was even more soaked, her entire vulva covered in fluids, her pubic hair plastered to her body. This gave me a clear look at her labia; the color was noticeably darker than before. After three years of marriage, 2-3 times a week (that's about 300 times in three years), changes were inevitable. Actually, I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her, wanting to calm myself down and completely suppress the urge to ejaculate.

I teased her, "How come you're so wet? Do you get this wet every time we do it?" She answered without hesitation, "I've always been wet. Don't you like it when I'm wet?" Then, in a seductive voice, she said, "Come on, come in, I want..." I couldn't resist any longer and thrust in. I felt like I was all the way in at once, the warm, wet feeling immediately enveloped me—it felt so good!

She let out a groan that contained both pleasure and pain. Seeing the expression on her face, I quickly stopped and asked, "Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt a little?" She bit her lip and said, "Yeah, it hurts a little, but it feels good too. It hits the bottom right away." She took a breath and said, "He can't reach this spot, but you can always reach it. What's the point of having such a big thing?!" I laughed happily, "Don't you like me being big? Don't you like me being long?" As I said this, I gently thrust a few times, clearly feeling my glans being rubbed by something that was both soft and hard. It felt so good! She also let out two low moans, looking at me with her watery eyes and saying, "I like it, I like it, I like you being big, I like you hitting the bottom every time, is that okay?!" I couldn't wait any longer. I immediately grabbed her two legs together and lifted them high, and began to thrust forcefully and rapidly into her vagina. Listening to the "splashing" sounds coming from her lower body and the increasingly loud moans coming from her mouth, I simply couldn't control myself. I only knew to thrust into her harder and harder. After thrusting like this for a while, I spread her thighs as wide as possible and continued to thrust into her vigorously. In this position, I could almost reach her cervix every time, and even my glans was a little sore, but I didn't stop at all. I really didn't want to stop. This feeling was too good, I couldn't stop! She was being penetrated so much that she was a little incoherent, her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was crying out, "Oh, oh, no more, no more, harder, harder, I can't take it anymore, ah..." I could only respond to her with even more vigorous thrusting. Finally, she came, hugging me tightly and shouting, "It's coming, it's coming, thrust into me, ah..." I also used all my strength to thrust my penis deep into her, feeling the pleasure of her vagina contracting.

Once she relaxed a bit, I kissed her and said, "Baby, did you climax? (I knew the answer already.) Was it good?" She said sweetly, "It felt so good. I haven't had a climax in so long, you naughty guy, I don't want to leave you." Then she kissed me passionately. After a breathless kiss, I said, "Baby, let's change positions. I want to come from behind." She nodded seductively, got up, and turned around. My breath hitched. She was so tempting, this vixen! Her smooth back, slender waist, round buttocks, her labia glistening with lustful moisture, and her enchanting little hole still oozing with vaginal fluid. The view from behind was incredibly impactful. My penis was covered in her vaginal fluid and the clear liquid she secreted during her orgasm. I was at my peak. I grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks with one hand and gently rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening with the other. The wonderful sensation made me shudder. She turned back and looked at me with a wanton gaze, saying, "Stop teasing me, come in." I thrust all the way in again, and we both let out a satisfied sigh.

I didn't want to hold back anymore; I was going to ejaculate too, so I thrust with all my might. I grabbed her slender waist with both hands and thrust hard. With each thrust, the flesh on her buttocks rippled, and the feeling was incomparably pleasurable. It seemed like she was about to climax again; her body was completely limp, but her buttocks were raised high as I thrust desperately, panting, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, please have mercy on me." I ignored her and continued to thrust at full speed because I felt I was almost there too; my penis was rock hard, and each thrust brought out a gush of vaginal fluid from her vagina.

Her climax came first. She cried out, "Please, give it to me! I'm coming! Give it to me!" I knew I was about to ejaculate too, but I didn't know whether to ejaculate outside or inside her vagina, so I said, "I'm going to ejaculate too! Where should I ejaculate?" As soon as she heard me say I was about to ejaculate, she thrust her large buttocks back desperately, crying out, "Just ejaculate inside me! Give it to me! Give it to me! I want it! Oh, ah..." She could see their wedding photo just by looking up from her big bed, and now I was in her house, on her bed, inside her body. The feeling was incredible. After dozens of frantic thrusts, I ejaculated deep inside her vagina. She felt my ejaculation, letting out a seductive scream, thrusting her buttocks back tightly, and I trembled as I also climaxed. After I finished ejaculating and released her waist, she immediately collapsed limply onto the bed. I looked at her, her body covered in sweat, lying there like a white dough ball, still panting softly. Her lower body was a complete mess; her entire vulva was covered in vaginal fluid and secretions, her slightly swollen labia seemed to be trembling slightly, and some of the semen I had just ejaculated was slowly leaking from her not-yet-fully-closed vaginal opening.

I said, "Baby, you're so wet, it's already soaked the bed." She said weakly, "I don't have the strength to move right now. You're killing me." Although I was also very tired, I was still very happy to hear her say that. After a while, she seemed to regain her composure and got out of bed to clean up in the bathroom. She swayed as soon as she got out and almost fell to the floor. I quickly helped her up and asked, "What's wrong?" She blushed and playfully hit me, saying, "It's all your fault! My legs are still shaking, I can't walk." I quickly smiled and helped her to the bathroom, but she kicked me out. "We've already done it," she said, "what's there to be embarrassed about in the bathroom?" Women, so complicated.

[The End]

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