A wife who is even better than a wife

These past few nights I've been having dreams about my most heartbreaking and helpless moment—the moment I lost my job. Even in everyday life, just thinking about it makes my heart ache, let alone in dreams. And I often wake up in the middle of the night from these dreams.
This morning I got up around 4 a.m., packed my things, and looked in the mirror to see if I looked presentable. The person in the mirror was a short, middle-aged man. I stuck my tongue out at the mirror, and the person in the mirror stuck their tongue out back at me.
I finished breakfast outside before 6 a.m. and slowly walked towards my company.
"Boss, you're here so early," the security guard said.
"Yes, have you eaten?" I asked.
"I'm eating now," he said.
"Take your time, I'm leaving now," I said, and walked into the office building.
I bought this building from a small, nearly bankrupt factory. It has three floors. I renovated it and demolished the old factory buildings to use as parking.
I used to be an ordinary machine tool worker. Because my family was poor when I was young, I didn't attend school for many years and was sent to a factory as an apprentice. I was quite slow in school and didn't know how to do anything, but I was very enthusiastic about working with mechanical things, so I learned very quickly in the factory. By the time I was fifteen, I could already use the machine tool to turn screws by myself. Later, my performance was good, and I quickly became a full-time employee. Just when I was striving for a higher level, the factory went bankrupt and was sold. We each received 20,000 yuan and then went to find new jobs.
My family wasn't very wealthy, although we still had some savings. I kept 15,000 yuan of the 20,000 yuan for my family and then started to venture out on my own. I was only 20 years old at the time. I worked as a salesperson, insurance agent, purchasing agent, security guard, and construction worker. It was during that time that I built my own network of connections. By
chance, I took over a used truck. I used this truck and my connections to run a freight business for two years. During that time, I made many driver friends and also learned how to repair trucks. At 28, I took out a loan to buy several more trucks and started my own empty truck freight station, embarking on a new path. At that time, most of my friends from the factory had found jobs, and for the few who were struggling, I brought them to me for help.
Now I'm 35, and in these seven years, our business has grown steadily. I've gone from a few trucks to over twenty, and I have many drivers working for me. Later, I bought a small, soon-to-be-bankrupt factory and converted it into my base.
I have some money now, but I don't dare to spend it recklessly. I want to make more money so I won't be poor again. My family used to have a very hard life, and thinking about it now makes me sad, so I've given a large portion of my money to them.
Everyone has some bad habits, and I'm no exception—I'm a bit lecherous. When I worked in the factory, all my passion was channeled into the machines, and I had no interest in the female workers in the workshop. Later, as I ventured out into the world, I met all sorts of people and gradually developed an interest in women. But when the opportunity actually came, I always ended up alone.
The most interesting thing is that my first time was with a prostitute, and I was still furious that day. I finally mustered up the courage to go to a well-known brothel in the city. The service was very enthusiastic, and they quickly assigned me a prostitute. But unexpectedly, she said I was too ugly and wouldn't do business with me.
People have their limits, and I got angry too. "I'm a customer, you think you're so great if you won't even take my money?" I pushed the door open to leave. Just then, two men walked in. They saw me and asked what was wrong. I explained the situation to them and advised them not to go there anymore. Unexpectedly, one of them was the owner. He immediately fired the prostitute in front of everyone and found me a very mature and elegant woman.
I had a great time that day. I learned a lot about relationships from that woman. When she found out I was a virgin, she not only didn't charge me but also gave me a red envelope with 8 yuan inside. Later, I learned the woman's name was Liu Qing, and the owner's name was Hu Yue. When I saw his business card, I thought his name was Hu Shuo (meaning "nonsense").
Later, I became good friends with the boss and went there often. Each time, I'd find mature women. Perhaps because my first time was with the same mature woman, I lost interest in younger women and started liking middle-aged women instead.
"Knock...knock..." Just as I sat down, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said.
The door opened, and a woman walked in, carrying a bottle of purified water on her shoulder.
"Boss, so early," she said, taking the empty bottle off the water dispenser and placing the new one on top.
"Good morning, Aunt Zhang," I said.
Her surname was Zhang, and she was responsible for delivering water to all the offices. We had many drivers, and we needed a lot of water every day, so she was always very busy.
She used to work on a construction site with her husband, but he died in a work accident, leaving her alone. She was in her forties and still childless. A friend of mine introduced her to this place, and everyone here affectionately called her Auntie.
I'd noticed her a long time ago because she had enormous breasts that stretched her clothes so tight I sometimes worried they'd unbutton them. Besides her large breasts, her buttocks were also striking—round and voluptuous, enough to make anyone's imagination run wild. However, her appearance was probably unappealing; her eyes weren't big, her nose was slightly crooked, but her mouth was nice—a natural mouth for oral sex, with particularly thick lips. Her skin was dark, probably from working on construction sites.
Many people have tried to set me up with potential partners since I got to this position, but I don't care; they're all after my money.
Instead, I'm quite interested in Aunt Zhang, who isn't particularly attractive. I always pay attention to her when she comes to change the water, because her breasts move with every movement, and her buttocks bulge when she bends over. I want to sleep with her the moment I see her, but I haven't had the chance yet. When I chat with my drivers, I always try to gather information about her. Every time I get paid, I give her a little extra, as a subtle hint, but she never really responds. She just says thank you and leaves.
"Boss, can I borrow your cup? I want some water," she said after changing the water bottle.
"Sure," I said, going over to give her my cup. She poured some water and drank it. Looking at her red lips on the cup, I almost couldn't resist kissing her.
She left after drinking.
I shook my head and started my workday. Now I don't need to personally go out to find clients anymore; my reputation has built up, so clients usually contact me proactively. The internet and phone are my main methods of communication; I even have two phones. When
you're focused on something, you lose track of time. In the morning, I answered several calls and checked accounts from a few days ago. Before I knew it, it was noon. I had someone bring me some food and went back to work.
The afternoon was a less busy time. After finishing my work, I went out and chatted with some drivers who were maintaining the cars.
I checked my watch; it was almost four o'clock. I was wandering around the courtyard, feeling a little dizzy. I slowly walked to a place I rarely visited—the only dormitory for the female workers. They did odd jobs, so I rarely saw them, and I seldom came here either. Today, however, the image of those breasts that excited me kept popping into my head, so I inexplicably ended up here.
"What are you doing…" a familiar yet somewhat fearful voice came from one of the rooms. I immediately went over. The curtains were drawn, so I couldn't see what was happening inside. I gently pushed the door open; it was locked. I pressed my face against the door and peered through the crack.
"If you don't get out, I'll scream!" Aunt Zhang's voice came from her dormitory.
"Scream? What are you pretending for? At your age, it's a blessing if I want to sleep with you. Don't be so shameless." A man's voice came from inside. I looked closely and saw a thin but tall man, shirtless, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear. From the side, I knew he was Wang Chong, the boiler worker here. Everyone called him "Bug." He was in charge of the morning and evening bathwater. He was a released convict who had no work after his release, and a friend introduced him to this place as a handyman.
"Get out of here!" Aunt Zhang shouted.
"You filthy woman!" Wang Chong said, grabbing Aunt Zhang and kissing her face wildly. Aunt Zhang pushed him away forcefully.
"Hiss..." In the struggle, her clothes were torn open, revealing her breasts in a white tank top.
"Damn slut, why don't you let men grab your big tits?" Wang Chong said, reaching for Aunt Zhang again.
I slammed the door open.
"What are you doing, you little bug?" I shouted.
"Huh? Boss?" He saw it was me and rushed out. I tried to stop him, but I was too short, and he shoved me aside, my head hitting the door.
"Boss?" Aunt Zhang immediately ran over and helped me to her bed. She then immediately closed and locked the door, and sat on the floor, covering her face with her hands.
"Aunt Zhang! Are you...are you alright?" I asked, rubbing my head.
"I'm...I'm fine..." She stood up. "Boss, are you hurt?" I shook my head. At that moment, a warm liquid slid down my face. "Ah, you're bleeding." She immediately came over and looked around for something to bandage me, but there was nothing suitable. She gritted her teeth and tore off a piece of her vest to bandage my wound.
As she sat down next to me to bandage my wound, her breasts were practically touching my face; most of them were exposed. I had completely forgotten about my injury and was fixated on her breasts. I figured I had to keep my head down while she bandaged me, so I could enjoy the beautiful view without being noticed.
"Boss, all done," she said, but I was completely mesmerized by her breasts and didn't notice what she was saying.
"Oh... thank you," I finally snapped out of it and looked up. "Thank you
. If you hadn't arrived in time, I probably would have..." "You're welcome. I never imagined that bastard would do something like that," I said through gritted teeth.
"Sigh... I'm a jinx, destined for bad luck, but being able to work here makes me feel like God has been kind to me," she said.
"Don't say that, Aunt Zhang. Actually, we need you here too; everyone needs you," I said, my eyes still lingering on her breasts. The more I looked at her, the more I liked her. I barely heard what she said after that. I don't know what came over me, but I somehow reached out and touched her breast. It was soft and warm. Although it was hot today, the warmth of her breast was comforting.
"Ah, boss? You?" She looked at me in surprise, her mouth wide open.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Auntie, I..." I immediately stood up.
"Boss, please sit down?" Her tone was unusually gentle, but it gave me a different feeling. I slowly sat down on the bed.
"Boss, you gave me a job so I could eat, and you even paid me more than the standard rate. I should be thanking you. You want my body? I can give it to you, but..." Hearing her say that, my heart started pounding. I didn't hear wrong, did I? She could.
"But, boss, I'm a widow, old, and ugly. Your help earlier has already affected your reputation. I don't care if people in the company misunderstand us, but you, boss..." she said.
"I don't care about all that, I've always wanted to be with you, Auntie..." I didn't finish the last few words.
Aunt Zhang lowered her head and took off her tattered vest. A pair of breasts, just as I had imagined, danced up and down in front of me. Such large breasts! As I admired her breasts, she also took off her pants. They were imitation camouflage pants with several patches.
When she took off her large red underwear, my heart was in my throat. Although I had been with some prostitutes at my friends' places, and all of them were prettier than her, I didn't know why I was still so excited. Was it just because I liked mature women?
She lay on the bed and spread her legs.
"Boss, come on, whatever you want," she said.
I swallowed hard and slowly crawled to her side. My hands trembled as I placed them on her breasts, gently playing with her nipples. The breasts I had longed for for so long were finally in my hands.
Her breasts, though large, didn't sag, which was amazing. There were a few small red bumps between her breasts, and a red mole on her left breast. Her dark red nipples were very vibrant, making one want to suckle them. Her areolas were dark and large.
Facing such a pair of large breasts, I was incredibly excited. When I put one nipple in my mouth, I heard Aunt Zhang's panting. Stimulated by this panting, my other hand slid between her legs, my fingers passing over her thick labia and directly pinching her clitoris.
"What a big clitoris," I thought, because the moment I pinched her clitoris between my fingers, it hardened and filled my two fingers; the feeling was very real.
"The clitoris, much like a man's penis, is extremely sensitive. Some women orgasm from the clitoris even before penetration, making it almost every woman's weak point." I remembered the tactics Liu Qing taught me. While alternating between sucking her nipples, I began working on her clitoris with my fingers—pinching, rubbing, kneading, pulling, pushing, rotating, pressing—using almost every action I could think of.
"Not all women like oral sex, but when they're aroused, most women won't refuse if you give them oral sex." I remembered Liu Qing's words again, then released her nipples, my lips sliding down her skin. Although her skin was dark, it was smooth and felt great. When I reached between her legs, I was drawn to her vulva.
The women I'd seen before all had fair skin but dark vulvas, likely due to excessive sexual activity. But Aunt Zhang's skin was dark, yet her vulva was pink. Coupled with such a large genitalia, it was no wonder I was surprised. Curious, I parted her unusually thick labia. They were smooth, without any wrinkles. At the top was her clitoris, its head slightly downward and quite prominent. Combined with her pubic hair, it resembled a child's penis. Her genitals seemed well-
maintained; there was no odor, only a slight sweaty smell due to the heat. I stuck out my tongue and licked her clitoris.
"Mmm..." Her panting finally turned into a soft moan. As she moaned, she gently clamped my head between her legs and lifted her lower body, her labia immediately sealing my lips. I immediately shook my head from side to side, then used my lips to clamp her clitoris, playing with it like I was sucking on her breast.
A salty liquid flowed from her vagina. I plunged my tongue deep into her vagina and stirred it vigorously. This seemed to work; her vagina contracted fully in response to my tongue. I played with her vagina tirelessly for over ten minutes, then returned to her breasts.
My fully aroused penis was already signaling to me. I pressed myself against her body and slowly pulled down my pants. Then I kissed her full lips passionately. Her tongue clumsily swirled around mine, and she didn't actively put her tongue in my mouth.
My hands grasped her breasts, kneading them from side to side, while my penis rubbed against her thighs.
Her full breasts gave me a lot of inspiration. I suddenly sat up and straddled her, my penis between her breasts. She glanced at me, then pressed her hands against her breasts, tightly clamping my penis between them. I began to thrust gently. Her
soft breasts rubbed against my penis, and each time my glans penetrated, it rubbed against the small bumps in the middle of her breasts, an exceptionally stimulating sensation. I couldn't help but increase my speed, thrusting my penis forcefully each time, the glans already touching her chin.
She lay there with her head tilted back, her not-so-long hair obediently lying on her forehead, her two thick lips, her tongue occasionally sticking out to moisten them.
I pulled out my penis and pressed it back against her, searching for its place between her legs. After some effort, I found the right spot and thrust in forcefully.
"Mmm..." Her voice remained rhythmic. I began my thrusting, and as I began, I realized the true nature of her vulva. When my glans first entered, there was no resistance; it felt vast, almost boundless. But as I went deeper, my glans encountered strong resistance, making it nearly impossible to move.
The feeling of tightness in the front and looseness in the back was truly amazing. Even more amazing was that when I pushed to overcome the resistance, her clitoris rubbed against the base of my penis. It turned out that I had used too much force, causing her entire vulva to indent inward with my insertion, so her clitoris was rubbing against the base of my penis.
My hands gripped her breasts tightly, my fingers pinching her nipples hard. Waves of ravaging pleasure shot from my fingers to my brain, making me even more excited. The sensation on my penis was the most wondrous. Her vagina seemed to be tightly enveloping my penis as if resisting an enemy. With each thrust, I felt the urge to ejaculate, and she also experienced pleasure, which I could feel from her hands tightly gripping my buttocks.
My fingers slowly roamed over her body in rhythm with my thrusts, finally reaching our point of connection. I pinched her clitoris hard, and that was it. Her vagina began to move in all directions. I'm not some superman, so I don't have that much skill in bed, and my semen rushed into her vagina like a runaway horse.
"Ah..." I reached the peak of pleasure, my body remaining motionless in the final position, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping mine, slowly loosened.
I rolled off her, my penis finally able to breathe with the permission of her vagina. I lay down beside her, my hand still caressing her breasts, which were truly irresistible.
Aunt Zhang lay there silently, her hand gently holding my penis, the remaining semen dripping onto her hand.
The matter was finally over, and I was satisfied. However, Aunt Zhang still considered my feelings and only half-heartedly cooperated each time we made love, but in the end, she always gave in to my wishes. Our relationship remained a secret.
After that, I rarely went to Hu Yue's place, which puzzled him. He asked me if I had found a wife. I never answered when he asked that. Of course, I knew the answer: I hadn't found a wife, but a woman even better than a wife.

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