Slept with the boss's wife

That year, the wind was bitterly cold. Standing at the bus stop, I felt utterly chilled, both physically and mentally.
Since that fight two years ago, according to the lunar calendar, my life and work had been a complete mess. People say "nine out of ten things don't go as planned," but for me, it was "twenty out of ten," even thirty, forty, or more. Things never went as I wished. I'd also lost a lot of money. A poor, lonely young man, utterly disillusioned with the world's cruelty, who could I share my sorrows with? Or even offer a word of comfort? I thought, "No one is as destitute as I am now, right?" Or maybe there are, but we'd never meet again to share our innermost thoughts.
But this night was different. The wind was biting, and under the dim streetlights, someone walked towards me from the other side of the road. Their footsteps were weak, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness. The person approached, and I could vaguely make out their attire. It was a woman with long, black hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a yellow and white coat and tight-fitting light blue jeans that clung to her lower body, emphasizing her thighs and inner thighs, revealing the fullness of her genitals. Her hands were in her pockets, her coat tucked in, and she walked slowly. A gust of wind blew, bringing a chill. The woman reached me, her long hair fluttering. I could see that she was quite pretty, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and cherry-like lips, but her face was pale, and her eyes held endless sorrow.
She, too, was waiting for a bus. At that moment, I suddenly remembered someone who looked very familiar to the woman before me. Could it really be her? Five years ago, I worked at a company. Although I hadn't experienced any major setbacks, unlike my current miserable state, I was still unhappy. It seemed like my whole life had been filled with unhappiness. This company was a small, monotonous operation, incredibly dull and with low wages. But the boss's wife was a beautiful and charming young woman in her early thirties, with a well-proportioned figure. Although she had been married to the boss for many years, she had never had children, thus maintaining her good looks and figure. Coupled with her cheerful and lively personality, always joking and chatting, life was quite comfortable. That's why I worked there for two years. Even though five years have passed and I no longer work for that company, I still remember the boss's wife's every word and gesture, her every smile and expression; I can't forget her face. I always feel that the woman in front of me is that boss's wife, but it's strange how she's changed. She's completely lost her former radiance.
The night is cool and still, the sky full of stars. This night is particularly lonely. The bus hasn't arrived yet. I look at the woman beside me, her face becoming increasingly familiar. Several times I wanted to ask her a question, but the words wouldn't come out. Finally, I mustered my courage and asked, "Miss, is your name Lun Fengchan?" The woman turned around, looking at me with a resentful gaze, and said, "Who are you?" I said, "Don't you recognize me? I'm A-Tian! I used to work at your company." The woman pondered for a moment, as if she remembered, and said, "Oh, it's you! Long time no see. What are you doing now?" She seemed much more relaxed as she spoke. I said, "It really is the boss's wife. I didn't expect to meet you here. I'm working as an office worker in a company now, and life is tough." Seeing that the boss's wife didn't seem to care at all, I continued, "Boss's wife, what are you doing here? Where's the boss? Isn't he with you?"
The boss's wife's name is Lun Fengchan, a very unique surname and given name, and she herself is quite distinctive. A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled a fragrance emanating from her, which stirred my heart. When the boss's wife heard me mention her husband, she frowned, her mood heavy, and stared at the ground in silence for a long time. Seeing that
she was preoccupied and in low spirits, I comforted her, "What happened between you and the boss?" "What happened?" But the landlady just stared blankly at the ground, seemingly not hearing me. I gently shook her and asked, "What's wrong?" The landlady came to her senses, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly asked, "You... what's bothering you? Can you tell me?" To my surprise, the landlady started sobbing, tears streaming down her face, which startled me so much that I didn't know what to say to comfort her. At this moment, I boldly took her arms, and I could feel her helplessness and pain in her slender arms in my large hands. I gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "Tell me what's making you sad. I want to share your pain." Just then, a car arrived. I quickly wiped away her tears, pulled her onto the bus, and took her to my place.
I'd been living alone for the past few years because of some unpleasantness with my family, so I decided to move out. Being alone was quite liberating. The apartment was in a dilapidated tenement building. Although it wasn't very large, just one bedroom and one living room, it was enough for me. I led the landlady into the apartment. A man's place was quite messy; newspapers, lunchboxes, and other odds and ends were scattered all over the place. I quickly tidied them up and threw them into the kitchen, then poured two cups of hot tea.
The landlady was much better by then. She took the tea, drank a few sips, and calmed down, but her hand holding the teacup was still trembling slightly, and she was shivering from the cold wind. So I took off my coat and sat down next to her on the sofa, draping it over her shoulders. She turned and smiled at me, indicating her thanks. I smiled back, and smelling her fragrance, my heart fluttered again. It seemed as if the person beside me... The proprietress was no longer a playful child, but a mature woman with a captivating, melancholic charm that unconsciously intoxicated me. My hand on her shoulder gently tightened, and she leaned closer to my chest with the slight pressure. The fragrance emanating from her grew stronger—not perfume, but the unique scent of a mature woman, an aroma only a woman like her could exude. A surge of desire welled up within me; I longed to hold her close, yet feared she might dislike it. So I slowly pulled her shoulder closer, and she seemed not to resist, allowing me to hold her gently.
Finally, I boldly used my other hand to lift her face. Our eyes met, and an immense warmth filled our hearts. The coldness within us instantly melted away, transforming into a wave of warmth that coursed through our bodies. The past grievances of ridicule and oppression vanished. What I saw before me was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. My previously icy heart and soul were now enveloped in an overwhelming warmth. A surge of warmth rushed to my heart, a rush of energy flowing through my lower abdomen, lingering and refusing to dissipate. My little brother, too, rose in a fiery rage, as if trying to break through all barriers.
At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; my lips pressed against her cherry-like mouth. She eagerly extended her tongue, entwining it with mine, swallowing each other's saliva. The kiss was intense, like parched land receiving rain. We had both had enough of the world's cold words and harsh words; now, our hearts were in sync, our feelings deepened, and we were inseparable.
The proprietress, already aroused, was unable to support herself... I slowly lay down on the sofa, my hand now caressing her breasts. They weren't large, but just the right size to be held in one hand; firm, soft, and elastic. She'd maintained them so well over the years, as if her husband had never touched her. She was thirty-six years old now, but looked less than thirty.
I gently kneaded her breasts, rubbing them in an arc, and pulled down her bra through her thin undergarment, pinching her nipples with my fingers, making her even more... Excitement overwhelmed her, her mouth yearning for the kisses, yet her throat panted, moans escaping her nostrils. I pulled up the landlady's bra, removing it, my lips still on hers, my hands kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, making her breathing even more rapid.
Then my lips left her cherry-like mouth, kissing down her delicate cheeks, ears, and slender neck, finally reaching her breasts, gently biting her nipples. My hands roamed over her smooth back and waist, my fingers lightly teasing her... The landlady felt a ticklish sensation from her sunken navel, and her moans grew louder as she groaned, "Ah...ah ah...oh...oh...ah...ah..."
I moved my hand down, and through her tight jeans, I placed my thumb against her mons pubis and my four fingers on her buttocks. I vigorously pinched and squeezed her labia and mons pubis with my thumb, even pressing down hard, causing the jeans to dig into her opening, making her feel even more pleasure. She cried out, "Ah...ah, so good! Harder, ah...ah ah!"
Seeing the landlady's expression of enjoyment, her rosy face had lost its previous paleness. Her eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flared, and her small mouth opened and closed, which boosted my confidence. I was determined to make her feel good. By this time, I had kissed both of her breasts, and then moved down to her abdomen, licking her navel with my tongue. This was her sensitive spot. The deeper I licked, the more her waist and abdomen moved, and she even let out a soft laugh.
The proprietress's smile returned to its former radiance, and as my hand moved from slowly to rapidly kneading her mons pubis, she became even more excited. Her body trembled, and a burst of heat from her crotch was the sound of her reaching orgasm. I pressed on, kissing her abdomen before pulling down her jeans, revealing a light pink, thin, semi-transparent thong. Her thick, dark pubic hair was accentuated by the tight fabric, and her full mons pubis stood erect. A strong, pleasant scent of her vaginal fluid filled the air, and the thong was soaked. I quickly pulled it off and held it in front of her, pointing it out to her. She giggled incessantly, her white rabbit teeth contrasting beautifully with her cherry-like lips. I immediately kissed her, and we kissed passionately again, my middle finger pressing against her most sensitive clitoris, gently but rapidly vibrating and rubbing along the labia.
The landlady felt waves of pleasure wash over her, and in response, she tightly gripped my hand with her long, slender legs, immersed in the tenderness of foreplay, letting out alluring moans. I gently inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina; she shuddered and let out a soft "Ah," seemingly enjoying the sensation. My fingers moved in and out of her opening, teasing her clitoris, and she moaned softly, her juices flowing freely onto the sofa. Her legs, tightly wrapped around my hand, rubbed against each other. My
penis, unable to withstand the pressure of my tight jeans, loosened its belt, pulled down my pants, and then my underwear, revealing my long-dormant weapon, over seven inches long. I pulled the landlady's slender hand to my penis, wanting her to hold it, but she exclaimed, "Yours is so big and thick, won't it hurt my vagina?" I replied, "Of course not, the bigger and thicker it is, the more comfortable it will feel for your vagina." The landlady smiled and skillfully began to stroke it. The soft hands and the hard penis created a striking contrast.
I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, while the landlady's hand continued to stroke my penis, her eyes filled with lust as she smiled at me. I kissed her cheek in return.
Once inside, I placed her on the bed, parted her legs, revealing her alluring, pink vulva. Glossy black pubic hair covered her mons pubis, neat and orderly, fine but not long or thick, curly but not dense. Her vaginal fluid continued to flow from her opening, glistening and enticing. I lay on top of her, gazing at her. Her eyes seemed to demand my entry into her forbidden territory. I grasped my penis and rubbed it against her opening, causing her to moan, as if urging me to penetrate her quickly. I thrust forcefully, but she cried out, "It hurts, it hurts! No, don't go in, don't go in!" I couldn't believe that this woman, married for ten years, had such a tight vulva. I truly didn't understand how her husband treated her.
I stopped thrusting and kissed the proprietress's cherry-like lips, kneading her breasts and nipples with both hands. Soon after... The landlady started moaning again. I asked her, "Can I put it in?" She said, "Yes, but you have to go slowly." I obediently inserted it slowly, and when it was almost halfway in, I took a deep breath and thrust hard, filling her vagina completely. Her clitoris was forced outwards, and she cried out, clenching her fists and hitting me hard, saying coquettishly, "So hard, it hurts so much!" My heart softened, and I said, "It's okay, it's okay, it'll feel good later." I quickly kissed her, but she was still angry and said, "Your penis is so big, it hurts my vagina, you know that?" Seeing how charming she was in her coquettish way, I couldn't bear it any longer and said with a smile, "To show my apology, I'll make you feel so good later, with multiple orgasms, endless pleasure, and unparalleled beauty, okay? My little beauty." This finally made her laugh.
Soon, the landlady started to get aroused, saying, "You can move slowly now, don't rush!" I nodded and slowly began to thrust in and out. This time, I didn't dare to be so forceful or fast, just gently thrusting in and out. The landlady's vagina tightly gripped my penis, and her vaginal fluids began to gush out like a spring with each thrust. I thrust faster and faster, initially only moving a little to halfway in and out, but now pulling out and inserting the whole length. The landlady became more and more excited, moaning continuously,
"Ah... ah ah ah... oh oh... ah ah... oh... ah... oh oh oh... ah ah ah... ah ah... oh... ah ah... ah... ah ah... oh... ah... oh ah... ah... oh... ah... oh oh oh... ah ah... ah... ah..."
The faster I thrust into the landlady's tight vagina, the feeling was indescribable. And the landlady's wanton moans echoed through the sky, lingering for a long time. The two of them, engaged in this pleasurable act, truly washed away all their pent-up frustrations. They were utterly joyful and excited, the landlady experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, her vaginal fluids flowing endlessly. The way her vagina sucked and released against my penis brought me boundless pleasure. I thought the landlady had never experienced such pleasure before, otherwise she wouldn't have kept crying out: "Ah...ahhh...so good, harder, faster...ahhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum again, ahhh..."
With each orgasm, the landlady was experiencing the most intense pleasure and unparalleled climax she had felt in her thirty-six years. I began to doubt her husband's stamina.
After several minutes of thrusting, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her, releasing my semen that I hadn't done in years. The landlady, at the very moment I ejaculated, released her vaginal fluids. We both shuddered, reaching orgasm simultaneously. I lay on top of the landlady, panting heavily; the landlady also cried out softly, her whole body feeling as if it had fallen apart.
After resting for a while, I turned around, hugged the landlady, covered her with the blanket, and lay down on the bed together. My hands reached from behind her to the front, playing with her breasts. My body was pressed against her back, and I used my legs to slightly raise her thighs so that my penis was still inside her vagina. I said, "Landlady, can I call you Fengchan? Because I like your name."
The landlady turned around and smiled at me, her phoenix eyes and small mouth particularly endearing. She said, "I'm yours now, you can call me whatever you like. You know what? I've never been so happy before. You've made me feel like I'm on top of the world, so comfortable, you're so amazing!" As she spoke, she kissed my lips.
We kissed passionately for a while, but I still had many questions in my mind, so I asked, "Fengchan, why are you still walking on the street so late? Why is your husband ignoring you? What happened between you two? You look so haggard, not as cheerful as before." A series of questions and expressions of concern made the landlady's eyes redden again.
I picked her up and laid her on top of me, her breasts pressed tightly against mine, nipples against nipples, incredibly soft and pleasurable. My penis remained inside her, not withdrawn at all; this action was executed so seamlessly, perhaps due to Feng Chan's excellent cooperation.
Feng Chan gratefully hugged my neck tightly, her face full of happiness, yet she revealed her unfortunate experience: "Do you know why I haven't had children all these years? And why I still maintain such a good figure?" I shook my head, indicating I didn't know. She continued, "Because my husband is infertile, but for so many years, for the sake of his pride and his chauvinistic nature, he has never believed that he is impotent and always thinks the problem lies with me. At first, we both approached sex with an experimental mindset. As long as I didn't ejaculate prematurely and I became aroused and reached orgasm, it might help me get pregnant. But his penis is really too small, and his stamina isn't long enough. So no matter how hard he tried to hold back from ejaculating and how much he tried to keep me aroused during foreplay, he would ejaculate in no more than two minutes, or after less than twenty thrusts, when he actually penetrated me. His penis is so small, it's not even half the size of my vagina, it's just at the entrance. As his wife, I didn't want to embarrass him, so sometimes I would pretend to be aroused to make him feel like he still had some dignity. But after doing this many times, he realized it wasn't right, and in the end, it made us both very unhappy."
"Once, he heard from someone that there was a special medicine that could help his penis stay hard for longer!" He was told that using it more often could even increase length, so he bought a large quantity at a high price and immediately tried it. Little did he know, the man had been a fraud; such a miracle drug didn't exist. He tried many times, all to no avail. Initially, he could last up to five minutes, but the duration decreased over time. He increased the dosage each time, almost finishing the entire supply, but it was still ineffective. Seeing his frantic desire to change his ability, I suggested he see a doctor. I thought modern medicine was better than relying on such unorthodox methods. However, when I mentioned a doctor, he turned hostile and berated me, accusing me of underestimating him and mocking him, and saying I wouldn't listen to me. Later, he even accused me of infertility and frigidity. He was willing to do anything to have children and continue his family line, but he overlooked the fact that the problem actually stemmed from within himself. I had also suspected infertility, so I went to see a doctor. After a thorough examination, the doctor said I was normal and fertile, so I realized that the infertility was actually his own.
"But by then, he had become even worse. He would verbally abuse me for no reason, and even hit me. He also became a heavy drinker, coming home late at night every day, sometimes not until dawn. I had to wait for him until dawn, but after he came back, he would beat and verbally abuse me, and then he would become violent towards me, tearing my pajamas and forcing himself on me. But he would always ejaculate when he entered me, so that it would end just when I was starting to feel something. That feeling was really unbearable, and it would leave the whole bed filthy. I would have to clean it up before I could sleep, while he, because of the effects of alcohol, would just fall asleep and not care at all. Therefore, I didn't dare to tell him the truth. At that time, the company's business also plummeted. He was also yelling at his subordinates, and no one wanted to stay in the company anymore. I couldn't support the company for him, and in the end, the company was sold to someone else."
"Several years passed like this, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I asked him for a divorce, and he used that as an excuse to accuse me of having other men, of being promiscuous and fickle, of ruining his reputation and disgracing his character, and so on. He even uttered more vicious words. In fact, I had endured him for so many years, and I had had enough of everything. I really didn't want to be beaten and kicked at the drop of a hat, or to be assaulted and raped like this. But because of his impotence, I had never experienced an orgasm, so my figure is still so good, and my vagina is still so narrow, just like a virgin's. But today I finally experienced an orgasm. I am so happy to be lying on top of you, and I feel so comfortable and safe.
"Actually, tonight he was rough with me again, and I couldn't help but run away. I just wanted to be alone for a while." I was really lost and lonely then, and I wanted to vent my grievances to someone. I never expected to meet you at the train station, and before I knew it, I followed you. I even slept with you now, doing the happiest thing in the world, making me feel like the happiest person in the world. I am so grateful to you; you are the best man in my life. "
After hearing Feng Chan's deeply moving words, the knot in my heart was untied. As she finished speaking, her eyes shone with appreciation, and she expressed boundless gratitude for my care, comfort, and kindness. Deep down, I felt a surge of excitement; the fantasy of kissing my boss's wife, whom I hadn't seen for over five years, had finally come true, and I had even won her heart. At that moment, nothing else mattered in the world except for the two of us. I knew I had found the one I loved, and I vowed to ensure her safety, happiness, and joy—a promise from the bottom of my heart.
Passion surged within us, and our lips met in another passionate kiss. Feng Chan's mouth was not only small, but her tongue was also delicate and nimble. I took Feng Chan's..." My tongue licked hers, feeling its soft, smooth, moist, and sweet taste. I practically devoured Feng Chan's tongue, forcing her to open her mouth wide to let her tongue shove as far as possible into mine, catering to our needs. Feng Chan was completely absorbed, enjoying the pleasure of each suck and lick.
Outside, a strong wind was blowing, and the chill was growing. But inside, it was sweltering. Two naked bodies were tightly embraced, their passion overflowing. Even without a blanket, they felt warm.
After kissing Feng Chan's lips and tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva, Feng Chan looked at me shyly with a flushed face: "God, tonight my body is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. I completely accept your caresses, kisses, teasing, and thrusting, as long as you make me happy and joyful, and don't leave me feeling lonely anymore." These
heartfelt words made me even more reluctant to part with the beautiful woman before me. Her beauty, her sincerity, her love, and her expectation of happiness from me were all revealed in her glistening, affectionate eyes and the way her body offered itself to me. My heart softened. I had never imagined anyone would look at me with such tenderness, nor had I ever believed anyone could depend on me like this. This rekindled a long-dormant sense of masculinity within me, a surge of power rising from within and quickly coursing through my body. I knew I would never betray this woman in this life. I would give her the best of everything in the world, even my soul and body, without hesitation. My passion burned like fire, and I felt a renewed surge of emotion. My erect penis, strong and proud, plunged into Feng Chan's flower. Feng Chan let out a soft "oh," a slight pain, but she was happy with what I was doing. She kissed me with her cherry lips as encouragement.
Because Feng Chan's vulva was not yet wet after resting, I refrained from thrusting for the time being, instead kneading Feng Chan's tender breasts with both hands, pinching and playing with her rosy nipples, from soft to hard, I couldn't get enough of her small nipples. At this moment, Feng Chan lay on top of me, moaning softly, and her juices began to flow, gradually moistening her pink vulva, which was like a budding flower. The tight pressure made my penis feel very comfortable.
I suddenly remembered something and said, "Feng Chan, we are twelve years apart, how about I call you Sister Feng Chan?" Feng Chan's eyes were full of seductive charm as she replied, "I also like being your sister, so just call me Sister Feng Chan." I happily said, "Sister Feng Chan, Sister Feng Chan, it's so much more intimate to call you that." "At this moment, Feng Chan's vagina was gushing with lustful fluids, it was wet enough, so I began to gently thrust in and out, it felt so tight and comfortable. With each movement, Feng Chan would moan, the groans continuous. The faster I thrust, the faster she cried out, until finally she was shouting loudly,
"Ah ah... ah oh... oh ah ah ah... ah ah... oh oh... oh... ah... ah... oh, so comfortable, harder, ah... harder... thrust... into me, ah ah... faster... faster... faster, ah ah ah... good, ah... yes... like that... ah... right... heaven... ah... I... love... you, in this life... in this world... ah... I... will... not... leave... you... ah... oh... ah! ... you... thrust... into me... so comfortably... ah... I... am willing... to... let you... thrust... into me... every day... I will... my... ah... vagina... completely... offer... to... you... ah... I'm going to lose it... ah!" A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, the impact on my glans sending an indescribable sensation of pleasure through me.
After Feng Chan climaxed, she lay on top of me, panting heavily, while I continued to thrust into her forcefully and rapidly. I flipped Feng Chan over, placing her on the bottom, lifting her legs over my shoulders, and holding her ankles to spread her feet apart, thus fully revealing Feng Chan's vulva. Her dark pubic hair, full mons pubis, and bright red clitoris were turned inside out by the thrusting of my penis, a rhythmic and captivating sight. Her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring, spurting out with each thrust of my penis against Feng Chan's smooth, white buttocks with a "plop, plop" sound, accompanied by Feng Chan's moans. Her tender breasts... Bouncing up and down, they composed a beautiful, fairytale-like symphony of love.
I brought Feng Chan's feet together, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from them. Her soles were smooth and delicate, her toes of varying lengths quite beautiful. This made her already tight vulva even narrower, gripping my penis uncomfortably. Although the thrusting wasn't as smooth as when we were apart, the tightness of her vulva gripping my penis caused more vaginal fluid to flow, making it even wetter. This made the thrusting movements smoother, like a motorcycle being oiled, becoming increasingly effortless. The pleasure, due to the tightness of her vulva, surged throughout my body. Feng Chan, her almond-shaped eyes tightly closed, moaned repeatedly as my penis thrust in and out.
"Ah...ah...so...comfortable...how...is...more...comfortable...than...before...oh...ah...oh...ah...good...harder...God...faster...insert...ah...ah...my...vagina...should...be...like...this...ah...being...inserted...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...ah...harder...ah...I...am...going...to...die...again...ah...ah..."
Feng Chan climaxed again, and her cries became increasingly indistinct, even her words were barely audible, just whimpering moans. After hundreds of thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, a gush of hot, thick semen gushing out, reaching deep into Feng Chan's flower core. Feng Chan felt infinitely wonderful, truly experiencing pleasure beyond that of a god.
Suddenly, I was hit hard on the back and passed out. I heard Feng Chan scream, "Oh no! It's you! No! No!" The blow almost knocked me unconscious. I fell to the ground, trying to get up, but I couldn't muster any strength. Although I was still conscious, I knew that Feng Chan was in danger. Unfortunately, the blow prevented me from waking up immediately. I struggled internally, my heart filled with anxiety.
I couldn't let anything happen to Feng Chan. I struggled to open my eyes, and through the blur, I saw a figure kneeling on the bed, forcefully spreading Feng Chan's legs apart. Between the man's legs, something resembling a penis was trying to penetrate Feng Chan's vagina, and he shouted, "You filthy bitch, you actually cheated on me with another man! I told you so, didn't I? You're just that cheap. Do you think I'm inferior to him? Can't I give you pleasure?"
As he spoke, he forcefully thrust into Feng Chan's vagina. But after less than three thrusts, a stream of white liquid spurted from the penis, spraying semen all around Feng Chan's vagina. Seeing his weakness, the man became enraged and grabbed a wooden stick lying nearby, striking Feng Chan's head with all his might. In that critical moment, I scrambled to my feet and used all my strength to push the man off the bed, slamming him against the wall. With a heavy blow, the man's head hit the wall, instantly bleeding profusely and knocking him unconscious.
Ignoring the man's injuries, I hugged Feng Chan tightly and softly comforted her, "Sister Feng Chan, don't be afraid, it's alright, it's alright." I gently stroked Feng Chan's back and chest to calm her down and stop her from being frightened. But Feng Chan's eyes were filled with tears as she cried out, "Heavens, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again." I comforted her repeatedly, "Sister Feng Chan, don't worry, I'm fine. I will definitely protect you. Don't be afraid."
I patted the two soft mounds on Feng Chan's chest, and she calmed down as well. I turned to look at the wall and found that the person there looked very kind. Knowing my confusion, Feng Chan said, "He's my husband, your former boss. I don't know how he knew I was here. Good heavens, do you think he'll be alright?"
So this was Feng Chan's husband. No wonder he said those things earlier. Looking closer, I realized he really was as Feng Chan said—his penis was less than a third the size of mine when erect. No wonder he couldn't satisfy Feng Chan, and he ejaculated extremely quickly, as if it weren't even penetration. I went over to check on him, checking his nose. He still had a slight breath, just unconscious. So I told Feng Chan to get everything ready and get dressed, while I went out and called the police.
Soon, the police arrived and took Feng Chan's husband to the hospital. Because we were the ones who called the police, we had to go to the station and recount what happened to the officers for their records. Fengchan, the boss's wife and someone I knew well, told the police a story we had prepared beforehand. Of course, we couldn't mention our past sexual encounters that supposedly caused the boss to attack us; we only said he suddenly went mad and banged his head against the wall.
At first, the police didn't believe us, but after a thorough medical examination, they discovered the boss truly suffered from neurasthenia. His infertility and desperate desire for a child had driven him to madness, making his head-banging not surprising.
Of course, the reason for his madness was that Fengchan had told the police and doctors about his years of coercion and abuse, while I said I was comforting her and advising him against his actions, which convinced the police. Later, the boss woke up, muttering, "I want a child, I want a child..." And just like that, the boss truly went mad, no longer recognizing Fengchan, and was forever confined to the mental hospital.
It turned out that after Fengchan ran away from home that night, the boss followed her, but couldn't find her anywhere. He searched all the way to the bus station, saw Fengchan and I get on the bus, but it was too late to catch up. It was already very late, and there were no cars on the street. The boss could only anxiously follow the bus's route, keeping an eye out for other vehicles. Soon, he lost sight of the bus. He yelled and collapsed to the ground.
Finally, a taxi came along, and the boss quickly got in and followed the bus's route. He finally found the bus, but realized Fengchan and I had already gotten off. He asked the driver, who told him where we had gotten off. The boss rushed over and searched the area several more times. Because there weren't many buildings near where I lived, and the lights in my living room were on, the boss found my place.
He threw a wooden stick into the garbage heap next to the stairs, broke down the door, and entered. At that moment
, Fengchan and I were in the throes of climax and had no idea someone had come in. Seeing us after our orgasm, the boss, enraged, hit me from behind with the stick, and that's how the rest happened. After the boss went mad, Fengchan and I became even closer, making love every day. Fengchan increasingly enjoyed the endless sexual climaxes we shared, gaining more and more knowledge about sex, completely immersed in a state of bliss. Later, Fengchan simply asked me to move into her house so we could live together, and I wouldn't have to live in that dilapidated building anymore. We lived happily together.
Because the company was sold and the boss went mad again, Fengchan rightfully received all the assets. Although it wasn't a lot, at least our lives were much happier than before. We used that money to start a small business! After a few years, we finally achieved some success, so Fengchan and I got married. I completely replaced the boss, and I gained both wealth and a wife. I became rich overnight, and happy days followed.
That day, Fengchan and I stayed in bed, neither of us wanting to get up. We lay there, face to face, gazing into each other's eyes, both filled with happiness. Many affectionate words were unnecessary; we understood each other perfectly.
My hands slowly began to caress Fengchan's naked body. It was tender and smooth, her breasts full and firm, her nipples as red as grapes, her waist as slender as willow catkins, her buttocks full and white, her legs long and beautiful. Her cherry-like mouth and delicate tongue were even more captivating. I kissed Fengchan's lips, and they tasted as sweet as nectar and as fragrant as honey. Her clear saliva flowed like a spring, and I couldn't stop swallowing it.
My hand, however, wandered to Feng Chan's vulva, her high mons pubis, her thick pubic hair. I gently tugged at it, and Feng Chan suddenly felt a sharp pain. She laughed and slapped me, her upturned nose twitching playfully at me. She nipped at me with the tip of her nose, her expression utterly adorable. I melted completely, my heart softening, and my kisses became even more intense. My fingers slipped into Feng Chan's full vulva, caressing her clitoris, and her juices gushed out. Feng Chan moaned, "Ah...ah...oh...ah...oh..." With my
other hand, I kneaded Feng Chan's firm breasts, pinching both breasts in one hand, the two bright red nipples almost touching, a truly beautiful sight. I inserted my fingers into Feng Chan's tender little hole, probing and thrusting as I went. Feng Chan was already excitedly moaning softly and continuously: "Ah... God... Ah... Oh... How... How... Do you always... Make... Me... So... Comfortable... You really... Are... My... Angel... Ah... Ah ah... Oh... So... Comfortable... Ah..." I responded: "Sister Feng Chan, your little hole is always so tight, it feels so good to grip my fingers!"
Feng Chan reached out and grasped my penis. My thick, long cock, held in her slender hand, still had a large portion protruding, the glans erect like a missile, ready to be launched. Feng Chan's fair, rosy hand stroked my dark, steel-like penis, the pressure and size just right, making it feel incredibly good. Her hand rotated and kneaded the glans, making it sensitive and hot, the veins bulging, and it seemed to have grown even longer.
I couldn't resist pressing Feng Chan down, climbing on top of her, and thrusting my penis in forcefully, inserting it all the way in. Feng Chan cried out, tears streaming down her face, her almond-shaped eyes tightly closed. Although it hurt, she seemed to enjoy the forceful penetration. Even after all these years, Feng Chan's vagina remained tight and full, overflowing with lustful fluids. I began to thrust deeply and slowly withdraw, each thrust penetrating fully to the very core. Feng Chan cried out incoherently, a wave of pleasure washing over her, permeating every nerve in her body, a blissful, almost unbearable sensation. I vigorously kneaded Feng Chan's snow-white breasts, squeezing them until only the tips were visible, the bright red nipples standing out prominently.
Feng Chan was now in a daze, floating on air from my ministrations, her words incoherent: "Ah... harder... oh... deeper... that's right... ah... um... my... baby... it feels so good... so good... darling... you... really... know how to do it... I... I'm going to lose it..."
I quickly pulled my penis out, and Feng Chan suddenly felt a emptiness inside her. Just as she was about to climax, the impact was gone. Her heart pounded like an ant on a hot plate, and she pleaded: "God, don't... torture... me, hurry... hurry... hurry and insert... Feng Chan... sister, it's so..." "...I need...your cock..."
I deliberately teased Feng Chan, saying, "Sister Feng Chan, I'll play a game with you called 'Nine Shallows and One Deep.' After playing it, I guarantee you'll be in ecstasy, extremely satisfied." Feng Chan said, "Sister is about to die, and you're playing with her at this time. Hurry up and insert it."
I looked at Feng Chan's flushed face and impatient appearance, feeling very pleased, but I didn't insert it immediately. I just rotated it outside her vagina, teasing the entrance. But Feng Chan was really wet, and even with this teasing, her juices kept flowing out, soaking a large area of the sheets.
At this moment, Feng Chan became anxious again and urged, "Stop playing with me, hurry up and thrust in hard, burst my little hole!"
Seeing how much she wanted it, I said, "Sister Feng Chan, beg me, just say, 'My darling, my little cunt needs your hard thrusting.' Then I'll thrust."
Feng Chan was so aroused by me that she had no choice but to beg, "Okay, my good darling, my little cunt needs your hard thrusting, hurry, hurry, hurry and thrust in, ah!" Feng Chan
's sweet moans and lewdness made me thrust in even harder, all the way to the root. Feng Chan was overjoyed, and her juices gushed out with a "plop" as my penis entered, showing that Feng Chan's little hole was already full of juices. After inserting once, I withdrew, only making slight in-and-out movements with the head of my penis outside the opening. At this point, Feng Chan, seeing that I wasn't penetrating her again, pleaded, "My darling, why aren't you penetrating me again?"
I said, "This is nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. I've heard that this can prolong life and increase sexual prowess. We should play like this from now on to maintain the pleasure of sex forever."
Feng Chan saw that what I said made sense; she also wanted to be with me for life, and besides maintaining physical strength, she wanted to sustain their relationship through sex . The deep affection between them was understandable, but at that moment, she was restless and yearned to be thoroughly penetrated. She said, "Oh God, but my vagina is so itchy, it feels like ants are crawling on my heart. Please heal me quickly!"
I said, "Only then can you experience the highest pleasure of sex. Imagine, after waiting for nine shallow penetrations, finally getting one deep penetration—isn't that feeling unforgettable? Even thinking about it normally brings joy."
Feng Chan thought so too, and could only look forward to this rare opportunity with a different mindset. At first, she naturally felt a little uncomfortable, but after a few times, she discovered that besides the itching in her vagina, the greatest satisfaction came from a strange heat welling up from the bottom of her heart. This heat quickly spread throughout her body, unlike the burning heat of lust; it was full of deep affection and mixed with a driving force that stirred her soul, immersing her in boundless love in addition to sexual desire.
She increasingly felt that I was gentle, considerate, and that no man in the world could compare to me. I was the only protector in her life, the only one who could bring her sexual pleasure. I could feel the depth of her love for me from her tight embrace and passionate kisses. There was nothing in the world more joyful and exciting than the two of us.
During our nine shallow thrusts and one deep one, I also felt the changes in Feng Chan's body. Her every movement, every sway of her hips, allowed me to fully enjoy the boundless pleasure that Feng Chan's vagina brought me. My penis gradually grew thicker and larger, reaching over eight inches in length, and the glans doubled in size. The purplish-red glans seemed to be uncontrollably raging, forcing Feng Chan's vagina to swell completely, leaving no gap. Feng Chan was moaning and groaning continuously as my thick glans penetrated her. Her rosy face, almond-shaped eyes, high-bridged nose, cherry lips, white rabbit teeth, and small, fragrant tongue were incredibly adorable.
After thousands of shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, Feng Chan's body trembled, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted out, drenching my glans with immense pleasure. I thrust forward with all my might, penetrating her vagina one last time, unable to resist ejaculating my precious semen into her flower. We both shivered simultaneously, reaching this exquisite climax together, then, exhausted, we embraced tightly and fell into a deep sleep.
Soon after, Feng Chan became pregnant. We finally had a child, one we created ourselves. Thanks to the power of the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, Feng Chan and I both seemed much younger, and Feng Chan's body grew increasingly voluptuous, while my penis grew larger and larger, reaching a full nine inches in length. We had money, we had a child, and our family lived happily ever after.

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