Picking flowers and having sex with a wife

These past few days, the uncontrollable urges have been driving me crazy…
I'm a water meter reader, which means that at certain times, I go to the top floor of each building to read the water usage of each resident, then transmit the data to the water company. The water company subtracts the previous month's reading from my meter reading to calculate the water consumption, and then charges the users.
The focus isn't on my job, but on the often bizarre things that happen during the process, which I'd like to share with you all. But honestly, many eye-catching things, like foreigners sunbathing naked on the rooftop, or people in the opposite building walking around naked in their homes, are things I can't really do anything about, just enjoy the view!
What happened last month was that I suddenly needed to urinate while reading the meter. The building doesn't have a public restroom, and most people might find a secluded spot on the rooftop to relieve themselves. But I consider myself high-minded and couldn't do that. Besides, I've rented a rooftop apartment before and was often bothered by the stench of people urinating everywhere, so naturally, I wouldn't stoop to that.
Looking around, I spotted a rooftop addition with a toilet. Thinking I might need to use it, I knocked for a while but received no answer. Looking around, I noticed the lock on the French doors seemed to be loose, so in a hurry, I gently pushed it open and went in.
After urinating and flushing, I suddenly noticed a pair of women's underwear lying nearby, stained with some fluid – clearly the product of passion – and smelling of semen. A sudden curiosity struck me: could a woman live here, still inside? I was immediately startled by my own thought. Breaking into someone's home could lead to being labeled a thief, or worse, losing my job. I figured the sound of flushing the toilet had probably woken the owner.
I tiptoed out, glancing around as I passed the living room. A bedroom door next to the bathroom was ajar, obscuring the view inside. On the living room table sat a half-eaten cake with a birthday card on it—apparently, they'd been celebrating a birthday last night. Underneath was a note that read:
"Xiao Ke: I'm sorry, I exhausted you last night. Let you sleep a little longer; your sleeping posture is so charming. I wanted to come again, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you. I'm going to be late for work; I'll call you at noon. Don't push yourself next time; too much red wine will make you drunk. Love, Yu."
Reading the note almost made my mind race. That phrase, "your sleeping posture is so charming," was incredibly alluring. I really wanted to break down the door and see just how charming Xiao Ke's sleeping posture really was. But what if I woke her up and she yelled "Thief!"? That would be a huge loss.
In this situation, I only had two choices: either resist the urge to look and leave, or assess the situation first. I think nine out of ten men would look around first before making a decision. The one remaining would inevitably turn back halfway. The reason is simple: there are three recently opened and empty bottles of wine on the floor—that's why you want to stay and take a look.
Gently grasping the doorknob, I opened the door. Suddenly, my chest tightened, and my breathing became rapid. What came into view was a slender figure lying on the bed, long hair covering half of her delicate face. A thin towel covered most of her body, revealing a pink neck and half of her snow-white chest. Below, her long, slender, and beautiful legs peeked out from under the towel.
I subconsciously glanced at the wall clock. The long hand pointed directly down, the short hand between 10 and 11. What could one do in an hour and a half? Perhaps not. But for me, consumed by lust, it was like finding a treasure. Whether there was enough time didn't matter; whether I could successfully achieve my goal was what mattered.
After entering her bedroom, I turned around and quietly closed the door. I glanced around curiously. On the bookshelf was a disk with a photo of the two of them. The man was average-looking, but the woman smiled happily and sweetly, leaning against her husband in a cute and endearing way. On the dressing table was a long, rectangular object. I went closer and saw it was a vibrator. It was clear the couple had been very affectionate in bed.
As I looked, my penis slowly stirred in my pants. Driven by lust and curiosity, I wanted to see her body under the towel. I wondered how much she had drunk last night. If her husband was still able to get up and go to work, she must have drunk quite a bit, unless she had a high alcohol tolerance, she was definitely drunk.
I walked to her feet, gently lifted the sheet, and peeked through a small gap. To my surprise, I found her completely naked from the waist down, seemingly without underwear. No wonder. After getting drunk and having sex, feeling satisfied and content, she would lazily fall asleep in her lover's arms—it was a very blissful thing. My ex-girlfriend used to like that.
I gently approached the bedside, gazing at her as she slept soundly. Her face was flushed, her breathing even, and her loose hair covered half her face, revealing only her upturned nose and sensual lips. Her mouth was slightly open, and there was some clear liquid on the bed at the corner of her mouth—could it be saliva from last night's oral sex?
"Xiao Ke~~ Xiao Ke~~" I called softly twice from behind her as she lay on her side, but there was no response. "Xiao Ke~~ Xiao Ke~~" I gently touched her bare shoulder again.
"Hmm...so sleepy...no!" I jumped back in fright, my heart pounding, almost losing my strength. She turned over, her face upward. I half-bent over, afraid she would see me. The blanket had been pulled down, revealing half of my breast, almost showing my areola, with my nipple pressing against the edge of the blanket, about to burst out. Her face, still quite beautiful and delicate, was so innocent and naive. No wonder the sleeping woman was so peaceful and serene, natural and harmless, like a beautiful angel.
She slept soundly, even snoring softly, completely unaware that a wolf was lurking beside her, drooling and eager to pounce.
"Okay...you'd better keep sleeping," I thought to myself. The light streaming in from the window made everything clearly visible. She was lying on her back, the top of the towel covering her breasts exposed—a patch of snow-white flesh revealing her nipples. I imagined her lower body must be even more alluring.
I couldn't resist gently pulling back the towel covering her to admire them closely. I had never seen such pink breasts before, perfectly sized. Her nipples were small, pink, and erect, slightly translucent in the light filtering through the window—truly beautiful. If I weren't so cautious about stealing a kiss, I would have already taken them in my mouth. At that moment, my own penis began to stir, hard and throbbing.
Pulling the sheet down, I saw a slender waist, a rounded abdomen with a slight bulge in the middle, and smooth, elastic skin. Was this the abdomen of a married woman? Continuing down, I saw a small tuft of short, light black pubic hair on her mons pubis and the upper part of her vulva. Because her legs were closed, I couldn't see her entire vulva.
Her husband was so careless, leaving the door open so I could take advantage of her. I was truly lucky. Just looking wasn't enough. Such porcelain-like skin shone brightly in the bright room, making me want to kiss her. Her charm was irresistible. My hand unconsciously moved to gently caress her breasts.
"Hmm... don't turn on the light, it's too bright~~ I haven't had enough yet, I hate it~~"
These words startled me awake. While I was still hesitating whether she was awake or not, perhaps the light from outside was too dazzling. After saying that, she suddenly pulled the towel up to cover her eyes. The towel, which wasn't very long to begin with, didn't cover her bare lower body, which wasn't wearing underwear.
Perhaps mistaking her for her husband and wanting to make things easier for him, she slightly parted her legs, revealing a pair of white, bamboo-shoot-like thighs that ignited my lust. The glossy triangular pubic hair at the base of her legs shimmered, and I could vaguely see the upper part of her labia.
In this situation, there was no need to think about whether to continue; I lost my composure and, driven by instinct, naturally approached her vulva step by step. I quietly moved my fingers to that private area and slowly parted the hair. The slightly damp hair was still sticking to her mons pubis, a trace of lovemaking, and a salty, fishy smell wafted up.
The muddy vulva was clearly visible, the labia slightly open. Perhaps it had really been fucked by her husband; the entire opening was red, and there was still vaginal fluid flowing down below. I tried to slowly insert my fingers, but my hand trembled uncontrollably. It was wet and warm inside, so comfortable.
Perhaps stimulated by the sight and smell of her private parts, I felt an unbearable itch, my forehead was burning, and I was afraid it would be too late. I hastily took off my pants and got into bed. My little brother, freed from its restraints, stood up hard and tall. I gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, gently parted my legs, but my penis still couldn't find the right spot.
My first time stealing a kiss from her was naturally thrilling and nerve-wracking, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, managing to calm myself. Although the towel covered her eyes, I didn't dare to be careless. I watched her body's reactions, knelt between her legs, and guided my penis along her thighs to her warm, moist opening, slowly and gently inserting it.
"Damn, so good!" Although it was tight inside, it still had some love juice, making it easy to thrust all the way in, even bumping her genitals. Our genitals were pressed tightly together, enveloped by the flesh inside her vagina, an indescribable pleasure maintaining this side-lying position.
I paused to enjoy the warm, tight feeling of her vagina enveloping my glans, then slowly began to thrust. At first, I was a little scared, but I couldn't resist anymore, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed. Although I didn't dare to thrust all the way, the sensation of thrusting in and out of that tight little hole was intoxicating. The pleasure intensified, and I desperately wanted one last thrust, but I was worried about waking her. Trying to control myself only made things worse; my lower body felt almost numb and tingling.
Just as I was on the verge of ejaculation, she suddenly clamped her legs around me and gripped my waist. I couldn't see her expression, so I didn't know if she had opened her eyes and woken up. My urge to ejaculate was abruptly cut short, sending a chill down my spine.
"Quick...I want it too...quick..." she cried, her legs clamping around my lower body like a spider, her hands gripping my waist tightly as she twisted, trying to press our genitals together. Never mind, I had to play along. Now she couldn't escape.
I could feel her orgasm about to erupt, and I could vaguely feel my penis being sucked inside me—it felt so uncomfortable. Even if her husband suddenly came back and found out, I couldn't stop. I had to wait until I ejaculated before letting her go.
"Slap...slap..."
"Mmm...oh...I want it..." The intense pleasure made her voice louder. The guilt of raping a married woman, a feeling I'd never experienced with my girlfriend or when buying sex outside, made me thrust wildly. She didn't disappoint me, twisting her body to match, the sounds of flesh colliding and her moans mingling.
"Almost...coming...oh...so big...so good..." Just before ejaculating, she arched her back, clamped her legs together, and trembled, reaching orgasm. Influenced by her movements and lewd moans, I also ejaculated my hundreds of millions of sperm without hesitation.
We hugged each other, panting, calming down after the passion. Experienced people know that women like to enjoy the afterglow after sex. If I left abruptly at this point, it would definitely wake her up. I didn't dare to move at all. Slowly, she probably got tired too, loosened her legs and let go of my hands. Unexpectedly,
she pulled the towel off her face. I quickly lowered my head, thinking, "This is bad!" After waiting a moment with no response, I slowly raised my head to look. Her eyes were still closed, but a satisfied smile graced her face. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a warm and accomplished feeling looking at her happy smile, yet also a sudden pang of jealousy. I thought how wonderful it would be if she were my girlfriend.
Despite my thoughts, I didn't forget the danger. If I were caught in this perfect moment of intimacy, it would become a lifelong regret, a beautiful but unforgettable memory. I quickly and slowly withdrew from her sexy naked body, put on my clothes, and took a few reluctant glances before leaving. Just as I stepped out, the phone rang, and I quickly stepped aside.
"Honey~~ Where are you at work...? Just now... no... I had a really nice dream... oh, you... you made me... um... come home early..."
After hanging up, she peeked out, disheveled, and I crouched down in fright. She looked out again, a strange expression on her face, shook her head, and went back inside.
I only left after hearing her go into the bathroom to shower, feeling relieved. I wondered if she was pregnant with my child… I'd accidentally become her father.
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In a few days, I'm going to that building again to steal watches. These past few days, I've occasionally thought about her naked body and the scenes of making love with her, fantasizing about reliving those moments. It always makes me feel aroused and my blood boil, unable to suppress the urge to commit a crime.
If I do it again, my luck won't always be this good. I'll become a notorious womanizer and make the news, ruining my reputation. But the taste is addictive, and I can't stop. Does anyone have any good suggestions?

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