An unexpected affair

I

'm a fashion magazine editor, married for three or four years. My husband works in sales at a foreign company and sometimes travels for work. When he's away, I have more freedom and often go shopping and to bars with friends. But not tonight; the deadline is tomorrow. I worked until after 10 pm and finally finished.

I hurriedly packed my things and was about to leave when I suddenly noticed someone in the lobby. It seemed to be the handsome editor who joined a few months ago, a recent college graduate. Although we hadn't known each other for long, I thought he was quite intelligent, polite, and hardworking. Why was he still there so late? And why was I faintly sighing? Curious, I quietly approached him. Although I moved very quietly, he noticed me when I got behind him. He turned around, and I felt a little embarrassed, but then I noticed his eyes were moist and a little red.

"Oh, it's Sister Wan. Why aren't you off work yet?" Seeing me, he seemed flustered, trying to cover it up with a relaxed tone, but I couldn't hide the slight nasal tone.

"Um, what's wrong?" I asked him cautiously, sitting down beside him. It was already so late; I'd just been on the phone with a few friends and was taking care of my husband. I figured it wouldn't hurt to chat a little longer before leaving.

"Nothing, what's wrong?" the handsome guy said, feigning nonchalance.

"I saw you looked like you were crying." I hadn't expected my curiosity to get me into this mess.

His face immediately turned awkward. Realizing I'd hit the nail on the head, he seemed unable to control his emotions anymore; his nose tingled, and tears welled up again.

Ah, I was startled. I hadn't expected men these days to be so emotional, tears flowing so easily. I frantically pulled out a tissue from my bag to wipe his tears, then hesitated, thinking it inappropriate, and froze.

The handsome guy looked at me with teary eyes, choking back sobs, and said, "Four years... four years of university... just like that, given up." Hmm, what did he mean? What four years? It turned out his girlfriend was going abroad to study, and they broke up.

Oh, I see. Actually, I'm not very good at comforting people, but I shouldn't have left when I should have. Now, a young man with tears streaming down his face is in front of me, and I can't bring myself to leave. I'm filled with sympathy, so I sat down next to him and listened to his heartbreak. Unexpectedly, the more he talked, the more agitated he became, dragging his wheeled computer chair closer and closer to me. By the time I realized it, he was practically pressed against me. Just as I was about to move the chair back, he grabbed my hand.

Then came another bawling fit, and I had no choice but to let him hold my hand as he collapsed into my arms, sobbing. His repeated calls of "Sister Xiaowan" made my heart race.

Holding a young man in my arms is a feeling hard to describe in words. I could only gently pat his back and offer him the tenderest words of comfort. I don't know if I felt sympathy or pity, but I increasingly felt that this young man desperately needed comfort.

But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I realized how absurd it was. Just as I was about to push him away, I noticed the handsome guy looked up, his eyes brimming with tears—yes, of course they were watery, full of tears. He looked at me expectantly, and I felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

Before I could say anything, he suddenly pulled me close, swiftly drawing me into his arms. His lips and tongue were instantly on mine. Ahh! I tried to push him away, but his gentle yet powerful tongue had already pried open my lips and slipped into my mouth. My hands weakly pounded against him, but the pounding slowed, my struggles weakened, and finally, the pounding turned into caresses, the struggles into writhing, and we kissed.

I never imagined this new handsome guy must have been a seasoned lover before. His tongue was light and lingering, firm and rich. In just a few minutes, I was conquered. His hands gently caressed my body, gradually moving downwards, tracing my waist and abdomen, brushing over my legs and hips.

Hmm, his hand gently slipped under my skirt, softly gliding over my stockings. The subtle pleasure sent waves of excitement through me. The inner turmoil made me feel like someone lingering in a warm bed on a cold morning, knowing it was unacceptable, yet unable to resist.

Hmm, no, no, this isn't right! The handsome man's fingers were moving too far towards my vulva! Hmm, no, that's not right! I was about to stop him when he sensed my movement. He launched another climax attack with a French kiss. I moaned a few times, swayed a few times, and was once again lost in ecstasy. Not only did I not resist, but I even wiggled my hips to bring his fingers closer. To my dismay, the handsome man's other hand had already quietly unbuttoned my shirt under my coat. One button after another, my bra was completely exposed. He deftly pushed aside the bra, reached inside, grabbed my two little white rabbits with nowhere to escape, and brazenly began to knead and press them, even gently pulling and rubbing my nipples.

Mmm, although the handsome man's finger movements were gentle, the shock they caused to my heart was no less than a thousand-pound blow. Mmm, the handsome man realized that I had submitted to his caresses, and he went a step further, testing my limits again. He firmly, skillfully, and patiently rubbed my vulva repeatedly, especially my clitoris, which received special attention.

Soon I felt a raging fire burning in my lower abdomen, a thrill I'd never experienced before. Under the handsome man's control, I obediently followed him as he slowly rose. He pressed close to me, relentlessly kissing me while skillfully flipping my skirt up to my waist. Then, with astonishing speed and audacity, he slipped his hands inside my stockings and panties from behind, tightly gripping my buttocks. After a brief caress, he gently flipped them down and gave them a light tug.

Ah, a cool sensation spread through my buttocks and lower body. Although my panties and stockings were still only at the top of my thighs, what was I doing? In the office lobby, in front of a young man, I had exposed my most intimate parts.

After succeeding, the handsome man quickly moved one hand around my thigh to the front, again attacking my vulva with his fingers. This time, without the barrier of panties and stockings, the feeling was even more open. His fingers even went directly into my vagina.

"Ugh, what should I do? What should I do?" I struggled helplessly with my thoughts. My body had already surrendered, it was no longer under my control. Just as I was dazed and tried to stop him with my hands, the handsome man's hand left my chest and, with unbelievable speed, unzipped his pants. His already aroused, hard, erect penis immediately sprang out.

At the same time, the handsome man grabbed my trembling hand, which I didn't know what to do, and forcefully shoved it next to his penis. His large hand covered my small hand, and I helplessly grasped his proud penis, slowly kneading and rubbing it under his control.

Ugh, perhaps it was just a moment, he was just giving me an instruction. Soon his hand left, but my hand didn't leave with him; it obediently remained there, caressing his penis.

Ugh, although my eyes were tightly closed, I could still feel his smug satisfaction, driving me step by step into the trap of sex. I felt like a staggering prisoner, stumbling and falling, step by step towards the abyss.

Yes, the handsome guy's fingers were attacking my vulva more and more intensely. It wasn't just one finger anymore; even two or three were inserted into my vagina. My husband had never done this before. I could no longer control my body, which was filled with pleasure. If I could see my mind and body separated right now, one of them would be overjoyed, and the other would be dejected. But there was nothing I could do. My body was filled with physiological excitement, my love juice was gushing out continuously, and my body was trembling and twisting more and more violently.

The handsome man's penis grew harder and harder in my hand. Suddenly, he shoved me and pulled me down. Before I could even understand what was happening, I was already obediently twisting my body. My stockings and underwear were half pulled down, my legs went weak, and my body involuntarily leaned forward, ending up slumped over the desk. At that moment, a picture of how seductive my current position was flashed through my mind.

My bare, snow-white buttocks were lying on the desk, my buttocks raised high. "Ah, no!" Before I could even cry out, the handsome man had already unbuckled his belt. His pants hadn't even fallen to his knees yet, and his hard penis was already pressing against my vulva. With a soft "plop,"

my vagina welcomed a second man. The handsome man pressed tightly against my back, holding my buttocks and supporting my waist. His penis was thrusting wildly inside my lubricated vagina.

"Ahhh," I cried, lying on the desk, being pressed down by the handsome man. I didn't know if this counted as rape, but I clearly wasn't strongly resisting. His thick penis was moving in and out of my vagina rapidly, rubbing and scraping against my tender flesh. His hands kept patting and kneading my buttocks, thrusting in and out while he kept saying behind me,

"Sister Xiaowan, ahh, your buttocks are so big, so white, they feel so good to touch." I was so overwhelmed by these teasing and lewd words that I lost my senses. I completely lost my shyness and helplessness, twisting my buttocks to meet his thrusts, even starting to push against him from behind. His speed increased, and his force increased, my buttocks colliding with his thighs more and more intensely. I couldn't help but moan.

"Mmm, it feels good, sister, ah, husband, faster, ah." Sigh, I couldn't even tell who was fucking me from behind anymore.

The handsome guy looked like he hadn't done it in a long time. He started thrusting so hard right away, and he seemed to be getting aroused quickly, but he couldn't stop himself, still thrusting into me violently. In this extreme environment, facing such a special person, my orgasm came particularly quickly today. In just a few minutes, we both couldn't control our bodies.

"Ah, Sister Wan, I can't take it anymore."

"Ah, no, no, don't ejaculate inside."

This was my most lucid moment, but even that wish wasn't fulfilled. The handsome guy pressed down on my buttocks, and I involuntarily twisted my buttocks violently. My vagina tightly wrapped around his penis, and all of this combined to make the handsome guy gush all his semen into my stomach in one go.

A couple after their passion, the handsome guy sat on his chair with his face up, his penis still throbbing. My body was limp, lying on the table, and the cloudy white semen that the handsome guy had just ejaculated inside my vagina was slowly dripping out, running down my thighs. Part Two

I

don't know how I got home. I was in a daze the whole way. When I got home, I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, my mind a mess. I tossed and turned in bed, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw the handsome guy's whole body pressed tightly against my thighs and buttocks, thrusting wildly. It wasn't until dawn that I finally closed my heavy eyelids, exhausted.

I woke up around noon. I had a meeting that afternoon and needed to get back to the magazine. As I nervously entered the office lobby, the handsome young man was just coming out. Our eyes met instantly. I glared at him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then the editor-in-chief called me to the meeting room immediately; they were waiting for me. I hurried past him, leaving a gust of wind in my wake. I was completely

distracted throughout the meeting, not hearing a word the editor-in-chief said. The meeting ended close to five. I locked myself in my office, lost in thought. Night was falling outside, and I seemed to have lost all sense of time. I sat by the window, staring blankly at the glittering cars below.

*Knock knock*, a few soft knocks on the door. I didn't move. Then a few more knocks, and I still didn't move.

After a moment of silence, I heard the sound of the latch turning. I still didn't move. Then I heard a gentle voice: "Sister Xiaowan, have something to eat."

I turned around and saw the handsome guy standing in the doorway with a lunchbox. I jumped up and growled in a low voice,

"Get out!"

The handsome guy didn't move, but gently closed the door behind him. Terror and horror gripped me instantly. I frantically stood up and backed away, my back hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

"You, you don't come any closer," I stammered, but the handsome guy didn't stop.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of scissors on the table, rushed over and grabbed them, then threatened, "You, you get out of here!"

Seeing the scissors in my hand, the handsome guy finally stopped. Oh no, he's crying again.

"Sister Xiaowan, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to. The scent of your body last night was just irresistible. Really, I really didn't mean to bully you. I really like you." As he spoke, the handsome guy, sobbing, suddenly knelt down and crawled a few steps. Before I could react, he was at my legs, grabbing my thigh.

I gasped, raising the scissors in my hand. The handsome guy cried, "Sister Xiaowan, if you hate me so much, just stab me to death."

Stab you to death? Not so easy. My hands were still trembling. I tried to pry his hands off my thigh, gritting my teeth as I asked,

"Did you plan this all along? All that talk about heartbreak is a lie." "Sister Xiaowan, although I've always liked you, I really didn't mean to yesterday. No, really, I didn't lie to you, Sister Xiaowan."

The handsome guy frantically denied it, shaking his head violently, large tears falling onto my thigh, soaking my stockings. "

Okay, okay, get up." Hearing his vehement denial made me feel a little better. I put down the scissors and tried to pull him up, but the handsome guy was quite heavy, and no matter how I pulled, he wouldn't budge. He just clung to my leg and cried, begging for my forgiveness and saying he really loved me and wanted to marry me, no matter what.

"Oh dear, what kind of nonsense is this? I have a husband, and I'm several years older than you." "Then I'll never marry, and I won't interfere with your family. I'll just watch over you silently until you can accept me, accept my love. I'm willing to be Xiao Wan's lover." What kind of situation is this? The handsome guy's firm attitude left me in a dilemma. Oh dear, what should I do? I should try to get him up first.

Oh dear, I must have had a brain freeze. I don't know how I made that decision in that instant. Actually, I just wanted him to get up quickly, and in the heat of the moment, I blurted out, "Okay, okay, I accept your love."

What acceptance? How could I accept his love? To really make him my lover? My mind went blank, and I didn't care anymore. Since I couldn't pull him away, I might as well hug him. This time, the handsome guy cooperated. He got up and pulled me into his arms. This time, he didn't use yesterday's tricks. Instead, he held me close, gently licking my earlobe, and whispering in my ear,

"Sister Xiaowan, I really love you so much, I miss you so much. Please don't ignore me. Only you can comfort me now."

Oh my, any woman would melt at such sweet words, especially with such irresistible flirting. I've never experienced anything like this before. My husband is usually quite romantic, but he's so crude and vulgar in front of this handsome guy.

No, this won't do. Just like last night, I tried to warn myself in vain.

"Sister Xiaowan, you smell so good. This must be what they call femininity. So soft, so intense, like a garland of flowers swaying in the night breeze."

Oh dear, I'm hopeless. Maybe subconsciously I've always hoped for some excitement in my mundane life, maybe I've always dreamed of a handsome young man falling at my feet. Is this my fate? My steadfastness crumbles so easily.

The handsome man hugged me tightly. I suddenly remembered I was still in the office, and gently patted his back. "Hmm, I'm hungry. Can I go somewhere else? Can I come to your place?" Unexpectedly, the handsome man started to whine: "Sister Wan, I brought you your favorite takeout. They've all left, so this place is ours again tonight."

I smiled helplessly. Young people are so energetic. Sigh, it's quite exciting to go along with his antics. Actually, I've gotten used to the food from the place I often order takeout from, even though I'm always working overtime.

Oh my, this handsome guy is so thoughtful! The lunchbox is even my favorite kind. He really put in the effort. I felt a sweet, warm feeling in my heart. Watching me eat, he smiled sheepishly. I had really scared him earlier, but now that I was back to my girlish self, he was relieved. But he was immediately restless again. The handsome

guy impatiently stripped naked, and I was held by him against the desk. This time, I gently unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. Today, he could finally feast his eyes on my little white rabbits. Although they weren't huge, they were still quite perky. Then I took off my skirt, pants, and stockings, and in an instant, my curvaceous, mature, and voluptuous body was displayed before him.

The handsome man lowered his head, his entire cheek gently caressing my breasts. His hands slowly slid down, reaching my round, plump buttocks. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, pulling him close, and our lips met in a tight kiss.

Our tongues intertwined. His hands freely caressed my body, from my smooth, silky back to my full, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading. Ah! I felt weak in the knees, my mind and soul intoxicated, leaning against him, breathing softly and moaning.

Ah, the handsome man used the same trick again, licking my sensitive earlobe once more. I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, obediently licking his neck and shoulders in return. The handsome man praised me incoherently, making my face flush with a charming blush.

Mmm, we were both getting more and more excited. I gently lowered myself and knelt down in front of the handsome guy. At this moment, his big penis was already pressed against my mouth. Mmm, as soon as his big penis entered my mouth, I felt like a different person. My whole body trembled, and I could only let out dazed moans.

My appearance made the handsome guy very calm. He kept thrusting in and out, his big penis reaching deep into my throat. My little mouth could only passively swallow and spit. Mmm, this passive feeling reminded me of the feeling of being raped last night, and a surge of excited pleasure welled up in my heart.

Mmm, the handsome guy was not satisfied with my little mouth very soon. He bent down and picked me up. My whole body clung to him. The handsome guy was so strong. He lifted my buttocks and made me hang on him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. With a slight twisting and grinding, his big penis was inserted into my vagina. In one go, the whole penis was inserted.

Ah, my vagina feels so swollen. He's moving me up and down in his arms, making me feel like I'm jumping. From behind, all you can see is my round, white buttocks swaying up and down. Ah, only today did I realize how big his glans is. Every time he penetrates, I can feel it scraping against the vaginal walls. Plus, this position, with the help of gravity, makes it easy to penetrate very deep, almost always touching my cervix.

His pace is already fast, but it only intensifies the tingling, itchy desire within me. The feeling of being possessed and devoted when he enters is instantly satisfied, and when he withdraws, I feel an overwhelming urgency and desire. The slippery, wet fluids make a suggestive sound at our point of contact. He can tell I've truly accepted him and consider myself his little lover from the bottom of my heart.

"Ah, husband, ah, it feels so good, I love you so much!" I moaned and gasped with pleasure, my legs clenched tightly together, my vagina spasming and contracting around his huge penis.

Mmm, the handsome man groaned. I felt his penis was incredibly large and hard, with each thrust more powerful than the last. He placed me on the desk, and I lay back, desperately lifting my hips and arching my back. As he took my breast into his mouth, he shuddered, his ejaculation erupting, gushing hot semen that instantly filled my vagina.

We collapsed onto the desk, his soft penis still inside me, unwilling to be pulled out. He lay on my chest, his mouth still lingering on my nipple, murmuring in a blissful trance.

"Sister Xiaowan, you're so beautiful, I love you so much."

"I'm so bad, I've let my husband down, how can I face him?" "Hmm, Sister Xiaowan, don't think about it anymore, let's do it again, okay?"

"Okay, sure."

"What position should we do this time, Sister Xiaowan?"

Hmm, looking at his mischievous look, I tilted my head and thought for a moment, then gently pushed him away, deliberately wiggling my buttocks and lying face down in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. I glanced at the flickering lights below, then flaunted my buttocks, turned my head, and smiled slightly at the handsome guy.

"Hmm, come on, let's do it."

Three

Since that long night of passion in the office, the handsome guy and I have been inseparable. In just a few days, whenever we had a chance, we would stick together. Although it was inconvenient for him to live with his parents, and I didn't dare to take him home, we mostly made love secretly in the magazine office. Whether it was my office, the conference room, or even the women's restroom and the corner of the stairwell, every hidden and dark corner became our love nest for unrestrained intercourse.

However, the good times didn't last long. On Friday, my husband returned from his business trip, and I had to pull myself together and continue being a

dutiful wife. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my husband was very enthusiastic. I cheered him up, though I still felt quite guilty. We didn't go anywhere for the past two days, just stayed home eating and sleeping. Monday morning arrived quickly. My husband went to work early, looking refreshed, while I lazily lay in bed, sleeping in. The sun slanted through the curtains, warming my bottom, making it itchy. I planned to get up at nine.

Just as I was curled up in bed like a kitten, enjoying my beauty treatment, the doorbell rang. Hmm, who could it be at this hour? Had my husband forgotten something, or even his keys? I got up sleepily, slipped on my slippers, and grabbed my pillow to open the door.

Oh my god, it was a handsome young man! This little devil! How dare he come to my house like that? I was shocked. My sleepiness vanished instantly. I quickly let him in, checked that there was no one in the hallway, and hurriedly closed the door.

I was quick, but the handsome guy was even faster. The door had barely closed, and before I could even turn around, he had already pulled me into his arms. His left hand slipped under my pajamas, grabbing and kneading my breast, while his right hand encircled my buttocks, his lips and tongue showering my cheeks with kisses. "

I've missed you so much these past three days, Sister Wan! I came to see you first thing Monday morning; I just couldn't wait!"

In the entryway, he held me tightly, and I hugged him back, saying in a slightly reproachful, low voice, "Wait for me at work."

The handsome guy stopped, winked, and smiled, saying, "I've already made the call for you. We're going to do an interview together today. We won't go to the magazine office this morning; we'll do it at your house, in your bedroom, in the bed you and your husband sleep in, right, Sister Wan?"

He didn't continue, but I understood enough. His words stirred my heart, and a desire mixed with shyness and excitement began to burn within me. A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and in an instant, I became wet.

The handsome man picked me up in his arms at the entrance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself tightly against his shoulder.

He was so strong, teasing me as he carried me. "Little Wan, you seem to have gained a little weight these past few days," I said coquettishly. "Why are you already complaining about my weight gain? I'll gain even more weight in a few years," I said, giggling to myself.

Laughing and joking, the handsome man carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the large, soft bed. Last night, I had been serving my husband faithfully on this very bed, indulging in passionate lovemaking. But now, I was about to offer my snow-white, soft body to another man—a man younger, stronger, and madly in love with me.

At that moment, the handsome man pounced on me, pinning me beneath him. His tongue entered my mouth, and I tried my best to respond with my own. In no time, he skillfully stripped off my pajamas.

Hmm, I still prefer seeing Sister Wan in stockings.

Oh dear, so easily taken advantage of. I'm presented to you like a peeled egg, and you still complain it's not romantic enough? Why did you come so early? If you had called, I could have been prepared.

Although I scolded him, the handsome guy still smiled. He didn't argue with me, but while caressing and groping my breasts and buttocks, he deftly took off his clothes. His large, erect penis was still as vigorous as ever, swaying and nodding at me. "

What a young man, so eager," I thought, a faint smile appearing on my face.

The handsome guy, as if showing off, deliberately straightened up and stood in front of the bed. I obediently knelt down beside the bed, took his large penis to my mouth, and bent over, sticking my buttocks out. My tongue perfectly curled around the head of his penis.

The handsome guy and I were now in perfect sync. As I sucked on his penis, his hands pressed down on my buttocks.

I shook my head, taking him into my mouth, while wiggling my buttocks, occasionally tilting my head back and winking at him, imitating the AV actresses we'd watched together.

The handsome guy sighed with satisfaction, bent down slightly, stretched out his arm, and began to probe my anus along my buttocks.

Young people always crave new thrills. For some reason, the handsome guy became interested in my anus. I twisted my hips, trying to curl up and get as close to him as possible so he could touch my genitals more deeply, but it was difficult. He had me roll over, and he lay on top of me, forming a 69 position.

I spread my legs, and he lowered his head and took my labia and clitoris into his mouth, sucking greedily. My hips thrust upwards, forcefully shoving my entire vulva into his mouth. His penis hung above my head, and I opened my mouth to lick his testicles. Mmm,

mmm, mmm, we sucked each other's most private and sensitive spots. His lips and tongue swirled wildly, scraping my vulva repeatedly at high speed, like a raging storm.

I was incredibly wet, and I could only release my passion in my own way: twisting my hips and tilting my head back to suck and swallow his penis.

I wrapped my arms around his buttocks, and he gripped my thighs tightly. We were pressed together like that, upside down, tense, facing each other, squeezing and pushing against one another. Until the handsome man buried his face between my legs, barely daring to breathe, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, lifting his head to gasp for air before collapsing to one side.

But quickly he twisted his body and pounced on me again, taking my nipple into his mouth, seemingly hesitant, rapidly alternating between sucking and licking my breasts.

Looking at the greedy little thing in my arms, I gently stroked the young man's back, my body trembling violently. My tender legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, clamping his body tightly between my thighs. At that moment, an incredibly hard object throbbed and pressed against my lower body.

His hands kneaded my breasts forcefully, while he murmured indistinctly, "Little Wan, be my little kitten."

Hmm, what kind of address is that? How did I become a kitten again?

The handsome man's penis rubbed against the wet vaginal opening, but didn't penetrate deeply. He tried his best to tease his pussy, enjoying the longing, pleading look, but it was too slippery, a veritable trap. His penis

only rubbed a few times before involuntarily sliding slowly deeper into the vagina. He tried to escape, but to no avail; even his withdrawal movements felt like pushing in.

Finally, he gave up, letting out a satisfied sigh as his long penis slid into the trap filled with warm, lubricating fluid.

Ah, the feeling of fullness made me scream, straightening my body. The handsome man immediately captured my lips and tongue, our tongues intertwining and twisting, chasing and teasing each other.

After entering my body, the handsome man began to thrust rapidly, his hands kneading my full, white breasts, his lower body trembling as he filled my entire vagina. Each thrust, each jolt, made me feel dizzy.

If my husband were at this pace, he'd probably have already ejaculated, but his penis was still like a magical wand, relentlessly thrusting inside me, as if each thrust was hitting my heart, as if each thrust was about to pierce me completely. "

Ugh, ahhh, I can't take it anymore! Ahhh, I love it so much, husband, baby, from now on, I'll only have you."

My cries seemed to smugly please him. He seemed to realize something, suddenly pulling his penis out and making me turn around, kneeling behind my buttocks.

I obediently raised my buttocks, presenting my round, smooth bottom to him. He first praised it with obvious delight, then gently licked my anus. Ah, as if electrocuted, my body trembled. Another gush of fluid flowed out.

He chuckled wickedly, wiping the fluid from my vulva and rubbing it all onto my anus. It instantly became lubricated, and with his licking and probing, I felt even more fluid secreting from my anus.

He first pinched and stroked the folds of my anus with his index finger, slowly pushing it deeper. My sphincter muscles gripped his finger tightly, and I wiggled my hips, moaning and groaning. Although the handsome man's technique was gentle, I was still a virgin there, and I couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

The handsome man played with my anus for a while, seemingly guessing what I was thinking. He only scratched the surface, apparently just laying a good foundation for future development. So, satisfied, he began the final assault. He straightened his back, his penis pressing against my anus, then moved to my vulva. He held my waist, patted my buttocks, and I knew he was about to penetrate me. I raised my buttocks high, trying my best to lower my head, burying myself completely on the bed.

The handsome man thrust forward, and his huge, hard penis once again entered my vagina. This time, the feeling was even more intense from behind. My big buttocks shone with a snowy white glow in front of the handsome man, and the sweet scent of a mature woman permeated the entire room even more strongly.

The handsome guy was slapping my butt, grabbing my arm to pull me up. Hmm, what new tricks does he have up his sleeve?

Hmm, Sister Wan, look up and see who's in front of you

. Oh, who's in front of me? I was being fucked so hard I was about to die, and he pulled me up without me even noticing.

Oh, how embarrassing! On the opposite wall hung our wedding photo – wasn't that like being fucked by a handsome guy right in front of him?

My shy, conflicted, guilty, and rebellious feelings surged again, a veritable jumble of emotions. My rising also provided the handsome guy with a leverage point. He grabbed my arms, and I couldn't lower myself any further. He pulled me forward forcefully, thrusting all the way into my uterus each time. My

husband was in front of me, my lover behind me – my mind instantly collapsed, yet my body was lifted to the clouds. In that instant, I felt as if I were being torn apart, a surge of heat welling up from the depths of my being, like a tsunami.

The handsome guy behind me was also soaked in my heat; his large penis was completely enveloped in my warm, moist vagina. After this baptism of soft, hot sensation, all his resistance was futile. Drawn in and pulled, he ejaculated all the semen he had accumulated over the weekend. It all hit my uterus.

We were both melting into each other's hearts. The handsome man released my hand, and I collapsed onto the bed. He nestled against my back, and I could feel his heavy breathing. On the opposite wall, in the wedding photo, my loving husband held my arm, clad in a pure white wedding dress. But now, am I still pure? I truly cannot answer that question.

[The End]

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