outrageous young woman

At 26, a blossoming age, I spent my birthday foolishly with two men in their sixties. I cursed myself for my shamelessness, yet I knew I was already deeply entangled, unable to extricate myself.

Lately, my husband has been busy with work and rarely comes home. When we finally have intimacy, he only cares about his own pleasure, quickly reaching orgasm and ejaculating, never considering my feelings.

Each time, he leaves me burning with desire, making me so empty that I can't help but seek out Mr. Chen and Mr. Li for trysts.

Our child is almost four, and I've started needing more and more excuses to meet with Mr. Chen and Mr. Li. My husband, busy with work and somewhat slow-witted, doesn't seem to worry about our affair being discovered.

I've stopped daring to have affairs at home and instead frequently go to Mr. Chen and Mr. Li's house.

Old Chen still used his clumsy methods to add slight SM elements to every time we made love. Although I didn't dislike it, I always felt a bit disgusted and afraid of Old Chen's obsession with my anus. Strangely enough, the last time Old Chen and Old Li entered me from both ends, I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and pleasure, but when Old Chen alone penetrated my anus, it was difficult for me to feel any pleasure.

So I distanced myself from Old Chen a little and became even more passionate with Old Li.

For a period of time, almost a whole month, I saw Old Li almost every day, ignoring Old Chen. Sometimes I would just go to his house to help with housework, or go with him to the greenhouses he contracted in the countryside to take care of the farmland. We would make love when the mood struck, especially at Old Li's vegetable greenhouse, which became one of our regular love nests. Old Li even put a small folding bed inside so we could have sex whenever we wanted.

Once, at a gathering with my best friend, a former college classmate complimented me on how much more feminine I'd become, even jokingly suggesting my husband must be taking good care of me. I blushed, knowing full well I'd become the shameless sexual partner of my neighbor's elderly neighbor.

Over time, my relationship with Lao Li deepened. His attentive care and gentle attention made me feel like I was falling in love again, especially since I'd been spending so little time with my husband. Even though Lao Li was old enough to be my father or even grandfather, our long-term interaction made me forget his age.

When I cooked at Lao Li's house, he would steal kisses on my neck, and I would turn and passionately return his wet kisses.

These little gestures, which I only shared with my husband during our honeymoon, were happening between me and an elderly neighbor from the next community. Others would find it unbelievable, but I'd long since taken it for granted. Perhaps this was the sign of my complete downfall.

Life went on in this mundane yet exciting way. My life revolved around a child who needed care and an elderly person who needed "care." Suddenly one day, I felt unwell. After entrusting my daughter to my mother-in-law, I went to the hospital for a checkup, only to be told by the doctor that I was pregnant.

I was terrified. After careful consideration, I realized that this child could only be Old Li's!

I had no choice but to keep it a secret from everyone and have an abortion, then made up an excuse to reassure my husband and in-laws.

During my recovery, Old Li suddenly came to visit me without my permission. I don't know what possessed me, but I told him about the pregnancy and that it was his child.

Old Li immediately apologized, saying he had wronged me, and took good care of me for a day. I didn't really blame him; after all, it was my own negligence.

I had given up the habit of using condoms and underestimated the elderly person's health, assuming that their sperm motility was low due to their age and they couldn't get pregnant. I offered to perform oral sex on Old Li, but he refused. He genuinely cared about my health and wanted me to rest, which touched me.

After I recovered, my husband's job stabilized, and I stopped seeing Lao Li, unlike Lao Chen who lived in the same neighborhood and we saw each other all the time.

Lao Chen still often ate at my house, but after I deliberately ignored him during this period, he didn't force me. It seemed like we naturally returned to normal neighborly relations, and neither of us brought up those past embarrassing incidents.

One time, when I delivered food to Lao Chen's house, he offered to talk to me, and I thought he had finally reached his breaking point.

Unexpectedly, Lao Chen told me some devastating news: Lao Li was back in the hospital, this time with a terminal illness, and he didn't have much time left. He asked me to visit him when I had time.

I was speechless with shock. That evening, my husband happened to be away on a business trip for two days, and the children were with my in-laws, so I went straight to the hospital to see Lao Li.

Lao Li looked much weaker; a man in his early sixties looked like he was in his twilight years.

When he saw me, he just smiled and didn't say much, as if he had expected me to come.

I quietly asked him what was wrong, and he told me it was pancreatic cancer, and he probably didn't have much time left.

I pressed him for money to cover chemotherapy, offering to help if needed. He smiled and told me it wasn't necessary, that his family had enough. I burst into tears, sitting by his bedside, tightly holding his pale, weak hand, covered in needle marks from IV drips.

The other patients thought I was Old Li's daughter and kept praising my filial piety.

After helping him finish his hospital meal, I pushed his wheelchair and took him for a walk in the hospital garden.

As the sun began to set, Old Li suddenly grasped my hand and thanked me.

He looked at me sincerely, expressing his gratitude for my companionship in the final stage of his life. A beautiful young woman hadn't looked down on him, giving him experiences other elderly people couldn't understand. He felt his life had been worthwhile, with no regrets, and he could peacefully depart this world with beautiful memories of me.

I cried too, sobbing uncontrollably once again. It was hard to believe I'd developed genuine feelings for an old man I had no connection with before. Besides my husband and children, Lao Li was the only man I could truly give my heart to.

I held his hand, telling him not to overthink things, that he would get better.

That night, after taking his medication, I called home and then stayed to keep him company as a family member.

Later that night, I helped Lao Li to the bathroom in the hallway. Since it was late and no one was around, I carried his IV drip with him into the bathroom.

Inadvertently, I saw Lao Li's penis again. After

he finished urinating and cleaned himself up, I stood there, not bothering to hide it. After all, I knew Lao Li's penis all too well.

Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed my mind.

I bent down and took his limp penis into my mouth.

He was startled and immediately asked if I was crazy, that we were in a hospital.

I told him there was no one around at this hour, so he shouldn't worry. Then I continued sucking his penis, which still had a little urine left.

Old Li could only half-heartedly comply. The hospital toilet, with its unpleasant odor and the pungent smell of chlorine disinfectant, actually excited me as I licked his masculine penis.

My tongue gently licked the base of his penis, gliding over it, brushing against the urethral opening, while my hands gently squeezed his testicles.

I looked at him seductively, then kept swallowing his penis. Perhaps he was also stimulated; a terminally ill man in his sixties had miraculously become erect.

I took the IV drip bottle and slowly led him to the toilet, closing the door behind us.

I kissed Old Li and told him to get well soon, and that I would wait for him when he recovered.

Old Li choked up, crying as he thanked me for making love to him one last time.

I continued to squat down, shaking my head and swallowing repeatedly. Soon, his increasingly hard penis was covered in my lewd saliva.

Seeing that the time was right, I excitedly unbuttoned a few buttons and pulled out my breasts, hidden in my bra, so he could enjoy them.

He smiled and gently pinched my nipple.

Doing such a shameful thing in the strange place of a hospital toilet, I felt aroused all over, and my nipples involuntarily hardened.

Old Li lowered his head and gently circled his tongue on my areola, sucking and licking.

I felt he was much more energetic; only at this moment did he not seem like an old man with a terminal illness.

Perhaps it was because my ovulation period was approaching, and my body's desire was particularly strong. I guess he looked like he was begging for pleasure, so I pulled up my skirt and took off my stockings and underwear.

I pressed my hands against the toilet door, sticking my white buttocks up towards him.

Old Li parted my vagina and realized that I was already wet. He

aimed his penis at my tender opening and began thrusting. Since we were in a public place, and he was a patient, the movements weren't large, so there were no loud slapping sounds.

But I was already thoroughly aroused, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.

The IV drip hanging on the toilet wall swayed with his movements, so I had to hold it with one hand while biting myself with the other, afraid I would cry out.

Seeing me biting my hand, Old Li, in a playful mood, shoved my lace panties into my mouth.

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, or perhaps because of his physical condition, Old Li ejaculated within minutes.

Feeling somewhat guilty, I quickly cleaned myself up. The semen flowing from my vagina slowly soaked my panties. As I helped Old Li back to his ward with the IV drip, I thought to myself that this might be the last time I would be intimate with him, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Suddenly, the subtle expression of joy mixed with a hint of loss on his face when I told him a few months ago that I was pregnant and had an abortion flashed through my mind.

For the last time, I had given him my body, and I had actually dared not use protection.

Perhaps I was blinded by greed, and suddenly had the crazy idea of having a child for Old Li, to leave him a living heir.

I deliberately let Old Li ejaculate inside me one last time, then planned to have sex with my husband the next day. Whether I could get pregnant, whether it would be my husband's child or Old Li's posthumous child, was up to fate, since the country had now opened up the two-child policy.

However, I didn't succeed. Perhaps Old Li's health was indeed failing, and my husband just happened to not be able to get me pregnant. I began to wonder if my previous abortion was still having lingering effects, because several months later, my belly showed no signs of pregnancy.

Old Li passed away at the age of sixty-four. On the day of his funeral, I went with Old Chen.

A boy in his teens had delicate features, and I felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him. Later, I learned that he was Old Li's daughter's child, Old Li's grandson.

Although I couldn't conceive Old Li's child in the end, Old Li had his own family, and the boy was full of vigor, which was a continuation of Old Li's bloodline, so it wasn't too regrettable.

After we finished the funeral banquet, Old Chen invited me to his house.

I was initially reluctant, but he kept inviting me.

So, in the middle of the day, Old Chen, who hadn't been with me in a long time, started touching me inappropriately. I resisted for a while, but I couldn't overcome his brute force. Half-heartedly, I ended up having sex with him in his house, almost like being raped.

Old Chen was very excited; I don't know if it was because he mistakenly thought he could have me all to himself after Old Li's death, but I knew his conflict with Old Li was just a facade. At the funeral, the usually cheerful Old Chen cried until his eyes were red; compared to my efforts to restrain myself, he was genuinely venting his emotions.

I can't remember the last time I had sex with Old Chen. Although we saw each other often, it seemed that in the competition for my affections with Old Li, Old Chen had completely lost.

Later, the frequency of our affairs decreased. Perhaps Old Chen knew how an old man like him could hold onto a young and beautiful me, or perhaps he also realized that Old Li's death had greatly affected me.

After that, Lao Chen and I maintained our secret affair, but without Lao Li, it always felt like something was missing.

Strangely, for the next few years, Lao Chen and I would visit Lao Li's grave together around Qingming Festival, then go to a nearby hotel to have sex. Each time, Lao Chen's performance was better and more vigorous than usual; it seemed to become a fixed part of our grave-sweeping routine.

One year, we went to the cemetery long after Qingming Festival, and there were very few people there. Lao Chen and I even secretly had sex in the cemetery, which was particularly exciting, but that's another story.

[The End]

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