My affair with a respectable mature woman

I recently met a respectable mature woman online. We chatted a lot online. Her husband was away on a business trip. She has a fantastic figure; you can tell from the videos that her breasts are a full 36D, and her fair skin is incredibly sexy. Finally, I couldn't resist and asked her out a few days ago. She kept saying she was busy, but I thought I could easily win her over. I can't believe how fickle women can be; I'm sure of my feelings. This woman seems to enjoy being with me and the feeling I give her.
A few days ago, on the eve of Valentine's Day, I asked her out for dinner. She agreed, and I was overjoyed. I even prepared a special trip, taking a day off at 5 pm, showering, and deliberately not wearing underwear under my jeans—just for convenience, haha.
I arrived at the agreed-upon street a little before six o'clock. She was right on time, driving a brand-new red Audi A4. A woman who looked slightly older than her was sitting next to her. At first, I thought I was mistaken, because she had said she wasn't driving this car. I rolled down the window and saw her smiling at me, and the woman next to her was smiling too. I didn't say anything, just opened the back door and got in.
After getting in, she introduced me to her friend—I've long forgotten her name now. She was average-looking, but seemed quite wealthy, carrying a men's handbag. I just greeted her briefly. Then she asked where I was taking them to eat. I had planned to take her to the same restaurant I'd been to last time. I'd planned everything perfectly. Although I didn't particularly like the food, the ambiance was nice, and the location was relatively secluded, not in the bustling city center. Most importantly, the private rooms were very private, haha.
But the appearance of her friend disrupted all my plans. I was even a little annoyed. The thought of wasting my resources tonight made me irritable. I said irritably, "It's up to you. Wherever you drive, that's where we go." I immediately regretted saying that. Damn it, this damn woman couldn't possibly take me to some hotel for dinner? That would be so embarrassing. I still had eight or nine hundred yuan on me, but I couldn't just spend it all at once.
That woman probably knew I was a little unhappy about her bringing her friend. I saw her glancing at me in the rearview mirror from time to time, a wicked smile on her face. She clearly knew I had invited her alone, and I think she understood my purpose in inviting her. Anyway, all I saw was her doing this on purpose, and she seemed quite pleased with her arrangements.
Her friend kept asking me questions, like where I was from, assuming I was from out of town, and then some topics about body shaping. Later, I saw her car stop in front of a Hunan restaurant called People's Commune. She said she had just bought a car and was treating us to dinner. I didn't say anything and got out of the car with them.
The meal consisted of mostly small talk, and it was over in less than an hour.
After dinner, I got into her car to go home. She first offered to take me somewhere to pick up my child, and then it was just the two of us in the car. She asked where I was going, and I said I'd treat her to tea and find her a place. She said no, she had things to do that evening, which made me unhappy. I felt a bit like I was being played, even though she hadn't agreed to anything.
Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, she said, "Are you angry?" I said, "A little." I said, "We had agreed to have dinner alone, what's the point of bringing a friend? Are you trying to keep out thieves?"
She slowly pulled the car over to the side of the greenery, put her hand in mine, and I took hers in return.
She looked at me and said that if we continued like this, something bad would happen. She said her husband was really good to her, but he was very petty in this regard. Once, at a class reunion, she drank too much, and the male classmates who took her home had a big argument about it. After that, she became very cautious about relationships, not wanting him to misunderstand.
She said that in her daily life, besides a few close girlfriends and male friends, her husband doesn't allow her to use the computer or QQ. She said she was very happy when she was with me, but she was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. She said that secrets can't stay hidden forever, and that if we met so often, people would eventually find out. She also said that if she had a sexual relationship with me, her feelings for me would definitely change. She said she had thought a lot about it and hoped that we could just be good friends.
After listening to all that, I felt very frustrated. To be honest, I did like this woman a little, but more than that, I wanted to conquer her physically and possess her body. I didn't want to do that under such pressure.
Later, I told her not to worry, that I would respect her wishes, and that I really liked her. I knew that saying that was somewhat insincere, but she was still very happy to hear it. Haha, she was really happy because she even kissed me. Actually, she's not bad-looking; her eyes are a little small, but her figure and skin are great.
She felt much better after hearing what I said, and then said she had something to do that day and would treat me to dinner another day. I said okay. At that moment, I really considered giving up. I didn't want to see her get divorced or anything like that.
Besides, this kind of normal friendship isn't my style. I don't have the patience or ability to just play games with a married woman without doing anything serious. I don't have a woman right now, and I need to find a sexual partner.
She might really not be the one I want.
On the way home, I regretted not sleeping with her that day. If I had just taken off her underwear first, everything would have been settled. I regret it so much! Sometimes I think it's more fun to have fun with more open-minded women. These "good girls" are really torturous...
I decided not to call her anymore. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Since you have this attitude, no matter how much I pester you, do you think I really can't live without you?
After that day, I decided not to contact her again, thinking she probably wouldn't call me either. Yesterday morning, while I was still asleep, I received a text message from her asking if I was free in the afternoon. I was supposed to be resting on the 6th and 7th, but I still answered yes. She said if I was free, I should go with her to Rizhao to take care of some things, and I agreed without asking what it was.
I got up and swapped my days off with my colleagues. I was full of anticipation for today's trip. If I really couldn't get this woman, I would be really unwilling. I've never had a successful relationship with a woman before, except for my previous girlfriend. I didn't want to give up this opportunity. I told myself that I couldn't be soft-hearted today, otherwise I would really have no chance later. I had to find an opportunity to win her over today.
I changed into a set of sportswear, and then I took off my underwear, leaving me in just a pair of sports pants. After lunch, I went to the agreed place to wait for her. When I arrived, she was already there. I got into her car, and she asked me to roll up the window, as if she was afraid someone would see us.
She was dressed the same way we were eating that day, except she wore a gray overcoat in a different color than her skirt. Oh, and I later noticed she was also wearing flesh-colored stockings, haha. She changed her sandals to white high heels.
We chatted happily for a while. She asked me how many girlfriends I'd had before, and I mentioned the one in Qingdao and the one in Wenzhou. Then she asked how many women I'd slept with, and I just randomly said three, haha. Too many or too few wouldn't be good either. She asked if the other woman I'd slept with was a prostitute. I said it wasn't a one-night stand, but a woman I met at a bar. I lied, but she didn't seem to mind.
On the way, I kept touching her thigh, even through her skirt and stockings. I only realized she was wearing stockings when I tried to reach under her skirt to touch her thigh. She didn't resist when it was outside her skirt, but whenever I tried to reach inside, she would tell me not to do that and move my hand away. I just went along with her wishes, also because I was worried she might be driving carelessly.
After getting on the highway, it took about an hour or two to reach Rizhao. We arrived in Rizhao around 2 PM. She went to a shop to exchange a check, and then said that she had finished her business and asked me to go shopping with her. I said, "Aren't you afraid that you'll be too late when you get back and your husband will ask where you went?" She giggled and said, "He went to Mount Tai with a client today." I was excited when I heard that. I whispered in her ear, "Then let's not go back tonight." She slapped me and said, "How can we do that? The child is still at her sister's house." She told me not to dream about it and that we would go back after dinner.
At that point, I had already envisioned a wonderful future for us, haha. I felt she was giving me a hint, perhaps because we weren't in the city and there was no need to worry about running into acquaintances. We acted like a couple; I carried her bag while she tried on clothes, and sometimes when no one was around, I even held her hand. She just politely declined. We spent the afternoon shopping very easily and happily, and I didn't feel tired at all. However, I kept thinking about where to go for dinner later, and how to make my move. Thinking about it made my little brother slightly hard, thankfully I was wearing loose sweatpants, otherwise it would have been unbearable.
Finally, the inevitable happened. Around 5 pm, it was already getting dark, but I still couldn't think of a place where I could easily make my move on her. I'd been to this city several times, but I didn't know where the right place to commit my crime was. Hehe, I was anxious and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to a place where there was no privacy.
Then she asked if I was hungry, saying that since I'd spent the afternoon with her, she'd treat me to lunch. I said okay, where should we eat? She seemed to understand the meaning behind my question; she seemed a little shy, and her voice suddenly softened. She asked me where I wanted to eat first, and her tone instantly created that ambiguous atmosphere. I whispered back that we should just find a place where no one would bother us, and it didn't matter what we ate. Then she pinched my waist, lowered her head, and walked towards the stairs. I caught up and boldly took her hand.
When we got in the car, she suddenly said to me, "You have to keep your word." Of course, I knew what she meant. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, "I won't do 'that' to you unless you want to." She rolled her eyes at me and led me to a coffee shop near the highway entrance that had a sign that said "If You Are the One (a dating/court)." I didn't know how she knew about this place; I even suspected she might have been there with some man before. The shop's theme was entirely couples-themed coffee and tea, with everything in pink.
There weren't many people inside, but most were single men and women. It was quiet and peaceful. The waitress asked if we wanted to sit in the main hall or a private room. She replied that a private room was quieter and led us to a room on the second floor, at the very bottom. The decor excited me; it was not only very private, but what surprised me most was the large, pink sofa. The lighting created a warm, ambiguous atmosphere, and the floor was wooden. I don't know what she was saying to the waiter by the door—maybe ordering food or setting a minimum charge.
I felt my male hormones rising sharply. I sat down and watched her come in. She took off her coat and hung it by the door. When she turned around, I noticed she looked a little nervous and awkward when she looked at me. She sat down a bit far away. I said, "You look out of place sitting so far away. Nobody can see us here." Then I reached out and pulled her to sit next to me.
I couldn't resist asking her how she knew about such a nice place. She said she'd been there once with a classmate. I asked if it was a guy, and she initially said no, it was a girl, but then immediately said it was a guy—a classmate from Rizhao who used to like her. She often came here on business, and once he treated her to dinner, so they came here together. She added that she really had nothing to do with that classmate. Haha, actually, I didn't care whether they had anything to do with each other; I just wanted to ease her nervousness.
After the waiter brought out the fruit and told us the dishes were all served, I put my arm around her while we ate. She didn't resist and let me hold her, even putting food on my plate. I felt happy at that moment. A respectable woman is better; she's more romantic than a promiscuous woman, haha.
I ate fruit while harassing her. She only resisted when I touched her sensitive areas. I told myself that no matter what, I was going to sleep with her today. Anyway, her husband wasn't home; it shouldn't be a problem if she went home later. I had to be patient with her.
I picked up a piece of banana, held it in my mouth with a portion sticking out, and leaned over to feed it to her. She initially ignored me, but I just waited and watched her. She knew I wanted her to eat the exposed half; perhaps she wanted to too, but was too shy to do it. Unable to resist my insistence, she shyly extended her mouth and took
the exposed banana. I took the opportunity to hug her, and as she bit off the banana, my lips covered hers. She tried to pull away, but I held her head tightly, trying to keep my mouth closed so I wouldn't let my tongue in. I didn't insist; I just held her head, my tongue licking her lips, her cheeks, and
her chin. Unable to resist my persistence, she soon gave up. As our tongues intertwined, my body swelled with desire. While kissing her, I unbuttoned two buttons, but she stopped me again. I abandoned her lips and kissed her in the half-exposed, white, full, deep cleavage. Her black bra accentuated her incredibly alluring breasts.
This time she didn't stop me. She held my head and hummed softly as I unbuttoned all her clothes from the bottom up. Without her resistance, her breasts were easily exposed.
I continued kissing her while lifting her naked upper body and sitting her on my lap. One hand was behind her head, and the other gently pinched her nipples, which were covered in my saliva. I could feel how sensitive she was. I stroked her breasts, which had grown much larger since then, and her nipples had hardened, just like my penis.
I kept stroking her upper body like this, my mouth never leaving her lips. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying it. I quietly took my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. I had wanted to see if I could take a picture of her vagina when we left, but I couldn't let her know. She wouldn't even allow me to take a picture of her in the car.
I reached out and took off her high heels. The spaciousness of the sofa made it easy for her to relax and I felt it was time to attack her lower body. I continued kissing her subtly, my hand that had been caressing her breasts slowly moving down to her thighs, gently stroking them through her stockings.
When I tried to spread her legs a little, she snapped out of her daze, looked up, and said no, it could only be like this. I said, "Let me touch you, I promise I won't use my penis inside you." She looked at me with slightly dazed eyes, and I knew she agreed. When I parted her thighs, she only symbolically resisted for a moment before letting me spread them wide. Then I continued kissing her, and then moved along the stockings towards where I longed for.
My slow advance helped her adjust a bit. When I touched the top of her thighs, I was surprised to find that her stockings only covered her upper thighs, not the bodysuit I had imagined. I pulled the stockings down to her calves, caressing the smooth, delicate skin of her thighs. The deeper I went, the more tense her muscles became, her face flushed, and she gasped for breath.
She gently pressed my hand down with one hand, wanting to refuse but unable to. I gently caressed her private parts. Before my fingers even touched her panties, I could feel the wetness and heat there. When I pressed two fingers there, she trembled, hugged my head, and squeezed my hand between her legs. I could only caress her with my fingers, occasionally pushing my fingers against her panties and inserting them into her vagina. I guessed she must be wearing breathable lace panties because soon my fingers were covered in her vaginal fluid. She also unconsciously spread her legs apart, at least allowing my hand to move freely.
At this point, I was also very excited. Ignoring her holding my hand, I penetrated her underwear, going over the thick pubic hair to cover her vulva, which was already overflowing with her juices. My hand was covered in her fluids. When I inserted two fingers into her vagina, she cried out and struggled to break free from my grasp. But I wasn't going to let her escape again. I pressed my body against hers, my fingers probing inside her. She went limp against me, clinging tightly to me, her face flushed and panting.
My hand was covered in her fluids; this woman was so wet. I took my hand out and wiped it on her underwear, then gently stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples while secretly pulling down my own sweatpants. I realized I was really, really hard. I whispered in her ear, "Woman, can you take off your underwear?"
She gripped her panties tightly with one hand, shook her head, and said no, that I had to keep my word. I said I definitely wouldn't insert it; I wanted to put it on her labia, okay? I said I'd do it in her mouth, but she shook her head and said no. Then I said I'd do it between her thighs. She hesitated a bit, but I felt she agreed.
When I tried to take off her panties, she was embarrassed. She thought I would only take them halfway off, but when I lifted her buttocks, I pulled down her black lace panties all the way to her ankles. Before she could stop me, I had already placed the panties on the table.
I lifted her skirt, picked her up, and sat her on my bare lap. Her buttocks were right next to my erect penis. I ignored her protests and roughly caressed her entire body. I suppressed my desire to have sex with her immediately and laid her down on the sofa. I felt
very aroused at that moment. I roughly turned around and sat on her, my buttocks landing right on her breasts. Ignoring her protests and struggles, I spread her legs wide with my hands. She tried to get up but couldn't move because my buttocks were pressing her down. Her pubic hair was very thick.
The first time I saw her vagina, it was so full and plump, covered in her juices. I recklessly plunged my head down, driven by a burning desire to devour her. I frantically licked her vulva with my tongue. Several times she squeezed my head between her legs, only to have them separated by my hands. As I licked her, I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or trying to escape. She raised her buttocks high, which only allowed me to lick deeper. Her juices flowed endlessly, soaking my mouth and face. Eventually, she stopped resisting and just moaned softly.
Taking advantage of her distraction, I grabbed her phone, using my body to block the camera shutter sound, and snapped a picture of that spot. Without lingering, I tossed the phone into the sofa cushions and continued licking and kissing her vulva.
I felt her tremble every time I licked her clitoris. After a while, my mouth got tired, and I felt she would agree to let me do it. So I turned around and hugged her. I asked her if she wanted me to penetrate her. At first, she probably didn't listen, but when I sat up, she woke up and sat up too. She said she would use her mouth on me, but I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity today. I also liked the feeling in her mouth, so I agreed.
We were in the same standing position, she was sitting on the sofa, and I stood between her with my legs spread, my body right on her lips. This time she wasn't reserved. When I put my body to her lips, she opened them, and I thrust in all at once. It felt really good.
This time, I naturally treated her like prey. She was being penetrated with her mouth open. After a while, I was afraid I would come early like before, so I took my penis out. She thought I was going to ejaculate and covered her face with her hands.
I took her hands away and said to her, "Woman, I can't come like this this time. How about I do it between your thighs like this?" She looked at me in surprise, but didn't refuse. Before she could agree, I picked her up, sat on the sofa, spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and wrapped her legs around my back. She was caught off guard and put in that position. She tried to struggle to get up, but I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I promise I won't penetrate you. I don't like doing it between your thighs; I want to do it between your labia. As long as I don't penetrate, it's fine."
At that point, she was basically at my mercy. Although she tried to avoid contact with my genitals, I held her buttocks firmly with both hands. I positioned myself so that my body was vertically positioned between her labia. Because there was a lot of fluid, the feeling of lifting her buttocks was amazing. I wanted to break down her pride and self-esteem. Later, I simply lay down on the sofa, and she knelt on top of me. She even moved back and forth on top of me somewhat actively. After
a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate. It felt really good. I immediately stopped her movements, turned around and pinned her beneath me. At this moment, she showed almost no resistance; she probably really thought I would agree not to penetrate her.
I got up and placed her legs on my shoulders, exposing her genitals completely beneath me. She didn't know that this position was the most complete penetration position. When I held my own body and teased her vulva with the head of my penis, she started to get scared and realized she had no defenses. She quickly tried to resist with her hands, but I deliberately said I wouldn't penetrate her, just play around a bit outside. I knew that today she wouldn't have a chance to escape from me again... Her
vulva, filled with lustful juices, looked so wanton and sexy under the pink light. I controlled my impulse, holding my own body, and gently slid my glans, covered in her juices, across her clitoris, labia, and vaginal opening. Her moans beneath me grew louder and louder.
I deliberately asked her if she wanted me to penetrate her. She went from no to no, then shook her head, and then just held my hands without answering. I knew she really wanted me to penetrate her; the gushing fluid from below told me how much she wanted it. I teased her gently, adjusting myself as I went in, afraid I'd lose control and ejaculate too quickly.
I felt it was time. I pressed my penis against her opening and leaned down, saying, "Woman, I want to penetrate your cunt, okay?" She opened her eyes, looking at me helplessly, and softly said, "No, don't do this." Following that "no" was a long sigh.
My entire penis, wet with her vaginal fluid, plunged in, all the way to the bottom. That moment felt more wonderful than any other penetration I'd ever experienced. She hugged me tightly, her lower body also gripping me tightly. I could feel her vaginal muscles trembling with her excitement. I didn't dare move, fully inside, savoring the wonderful moment while also fearing I'd lose control and thrust too forcefully.
After waiting a while, I released her and straightened up, slowly thrusting inside her. With each thrust, she cried out, and my pleasure intensified with each stroke. Each time I thrust in, I went all the way in, then pulled her to the entrance and thrust again.
I felt like I couldn't control myself anymore; I went faster and faster. She seemed to know I was about to ejaculate, raising her buttocks high to receive my impact. In the final moment, I held her buttocks, my hips moving rapidly back and forth. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pressed my penis firmly against her vagina, wanting to shove my entire penis inside her. I thrust against her vaginal walls and ejaculated violently. I felt she could feel each ejaculation; every spurt made her eyelashes flutter.
After a long while, I leaned down and hugged her tightly. I didn't want to slip out of her body; I could still feel myself throbbing inside her. I enjoyed the feeling after the orgasm. I kissed her, and she returned my kiss. As I slid out of her vagina, a stream of semen flowed onto my still-covering white t-shirt.
Afterwards, she didn't blame me. We silently put on our clothes.
It was almost eight o'clock when we finished. I cleaned up the mess. I wanted to pay the bill myself, but she insisted on paying. Then, as we went out, she hugged me and asked if I truly loved her. I said yes. She didn't say a word and just opened the door and walked out. I didn't know what she meant by that, so I followed her out. On the
way, we suddenly fell silent, just listening to the music in the car. Around eleven o'clock, she took me to my dorm first. When I got out of the car, I kissed her. I suddenly felt a pressure I'd never felt before. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it wasn't a relaxing feeling. After watching her leave, I took a shower and lay in bed thinking about everything that had happened that day...

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