Mrs. Ye having an affair

Mrs. Ye, who had an affair,
remembered that she was only seventeen years old that year, having just returned from an ocean liner trip. In foreign ports, she had frequented many blonde women; sometimes, the women on the ship were old enough to be her mother. Back then, abroad, she didn't think so much. Women more than twenty years older than her became her outlets. They wanted money, and she only needed to relieve herself. When she
returned home, not knowing what to do, she went to the north with her father to do odd jobs. Life was quite carefree. That year, when they first arrived at a construction site, they all lived in workers' dormitories, built of planks. There were often small holes, but it didn't matter, as long as people could live there. The foreman, Lai Chun, hired a woman in her thirties who lived nearby to cook. They all called her Mrs. Ye, but after getting to know her, they learned she was thirty-five. She was 30 years old, had three children, and her husband was a chef abroad. She was petite with fair skin. Her two daughters, around ten years old, often came to play in the workshop.
I had worked there for over ten days. That day, I felt unwell and didn't want to work, so I drowsily slept in the workshop. I overheard two people talking; it was the foreman and Mrs. Ye. I peeked through the crack in the door. Mrs. Ye and the foreman went into the workshop across the hall, closed the door, and soon I heard Mrs. Ye's soft moans. Suddenly, I was wide awake and tiptoed to the small hole next door to peek inside. I saw the foreman on top of Mrs. Ye, his buttocks moving rhythmically up and down. After a few quick thrusts, the foreman collapsed on top of Mrs. Ye. I rushed back to my room and heard the foreman say… I went to the company and came back at noon. I watched the foreman walk out with his belt. I glanced at the door again; it was half-open, with a small lamp inside. I peeked inside and saw Mrs. Ye lying on her side, her legs bent, the blanket only covering her upper body, her head turned inward, her fair buttocks facing outward. I looked at her snow-white thighs. Mrs. Ye was probably tired; she didn't move. I took a breath and went out for a walk, saying
I'd be back in about ten minutes. I looked inside again. Mrs. Ye's breathing was even, and her position hadn't changed. I glanced at her; she must have fallen asleep. I mustered my courage and went in, gently closing the door behind me. I took off my pants; my penis was already hard. I slowly approached Mrs. Ye and lightly touched her. She didn't move. I knelt down, my glans gently pressing against Mrs. Ye. Her vaginal opening was still moist. I had been wanting to penetrate her for a while. With a forceful thrust, the head of my penis entered Mrs. Ye's warm, moist vagina. As soon as I entered, Mrs. Ye moved slightly and said, "Why are you so eager again?" I didn't answer, but grabbed her fair thighs and thrust more than ten times. She became wet again. Seeing that I didn't answer,
she looked up at me in surprise and said, "Young man, how can you do this?"
I laughed and said, "What does it matter
? But you're only..." Mrs. Ye tried to get up.
I thrust a few times and pulled out, saying, "Your hole is so wet, it feels so good."
She quickly pulled the blanket over her body and said, "You can't do this. I'm so much older than you, and I'm someone else's wife."
I reached out... I slipped under the covers, stroking her smooth calves,
and said to her: "Your husband isn't here again, and just now... humph..."
She nervously asked: "Just now what?
" I smiled and said: "Just now, I saw you and the foreman..."
She hurriedly said: "Saw what? Tell me quickly
!" I lay there, my penis glistening with her vaginal fluid, standing erect in the dim light.
I said: "Just now you and the foreman were here, I saw it all. He was on top of you, and you were moaning with pleasure, right? "
She lowered her head; I...
Seeing her lowered head and silent, I said: "Then you know what to do, right? I'm afraid I'll..."
She panicked and said: "Little brother..." "Don't talk nonsense,"
I said, noticing her nervousness. I stroked her calf and said, "Just let me feel good for a bit."
She replied, "You're only in your teens, this isn't right..."
I stroked her calf harder, moving my hand upwards. It was so soft and smooth.
Seeing that she didn't want me to move my hand away, I said, "I already went in, what's the harm in going in again? Come on, let me enjoy myself, and I won't tell anyone."
She said, "You can't talk nonsense."
I replied, "Yes, I won't. Come on,
Mrs. Ye slowly got up, straddled me, her trembling hand gently grasping my penis, pointing it towards her vaginal opening. She slowly sat down, my penis slowly pressing against her clitoris. She slowly moved up and down, truly a thirty-five-year-old woman as vigorous as a tiger." After only a few thrusts, she started panting. I felt her vaginal fluid flowing down my penis, a very wet sensation. She was moving up and down vigorously, and I held one of Mrs. Ye's breasts in each hand, my fingers gently pressing her sensitive nipples. She cried out, "
Little brother, oh, so good... ah... it's been so long since I've felt this way... ah..."
Mrs. Ye suddenly twisted violently, my erect penis feeling like it was about to break, but it felt so good. Looking at Mrs. Ye's expression, the thought of actually being able to penetrate her filled me with excitement. Mrs. Ye cried out and
lay on top of me. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, her vaginal walls pulsating, like she was suckling milk. It felt so good as she sucked on my glans. I held Mrs. Ye tightly, then turned her over and pressed her legs down onto her body, entering her again. Mrs. Ye let me thrust in and out. I looked at her, a thirty-five-year-old woman being penetrated and released by me, and I felt so good. Suddenly, I felt a tingling numbness. She realized I was about to ejaculate
and cried out, "Little brother, don't shoot inside!"
I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her. I pulled out and shot onto Mrs. Ye's belly.
Satisfied, I put on my pants, leaving her in the room. I went out to play and didn't come back until evening.
When Mrs. Ye saw me, she didn't say a word, but her face turned red. Thinking of her tender vagina, I couldn't help but get an erection again, but now that everyone was here, I couldn't play!

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