The housewife across the street

"Phew," I let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from my brow, and collapsed onto the sofa I'd just moved into, which wasn't even properly set up yet, rubbing my aching legs and arms. After more than two months of hard work, the decoration of my new home was finally nearing completion. A moment later, "bang, bang, bang," came the sound of knocking on the security door. I'd just arrived; my new home didn't have a doorbell yet. "Who is it?" I asked. "Your neighbor across the hall." Hearing this, I quickly replied, "Coming." There's a saying that a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative; it's important to maintain good neighborly relations, especially now that society is unsafe and thieves are rampant. (Don't misunderstand, I'm not completely negating society now, but there are just so many thieves, and they're incredibly skilled.) I opened the door, and a tall man of about forty years old stood outside. I'm short, and he was nearly six feet tall, almost a head taller than me. "Please come in," I said. "You've moved in. I saw you moving things out downstairs." "Yes, but I won't be able to move in for a while." "The decoration is quite nice." He looked up and surveyed my apartment. "It's nothing special, just average." To be honest, due to financial constraints, the apartment's decor, apart from the wooden floors, was unremarkable. There was hardly any furniture, let alone any modern appliances like a home theater system. "Please sit down." I gestured to the sofa. "It's not finished yet, not even a drop of water." I took out a cigarette. "Have one." He reached out, took it, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. --A heavy smoker. I thought, observing his posture and the smoke he exhaled.
We sat on the sofa and started chatting. During our conversation, I learned that his surname was Chen, he worked at a quality inspection institute in the city, and he had moved in over a year ago, living right across from me. Soon after, I saw a woman with a good figure unlocking the door in the apartment across the street—his. Old Chen called to her, and the woman turned around. Seeing him sitting in my apartment, she came over. Like her husband, she immediately surveyed the apartment's decor upon entering. "This is our new neighbor, surnamed Liu," Old Chen introduced. "This is my wife," he added. "Oh, hello," his wife smiled at me. "Hello," I stood up to greet her. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, somewhat resembling Jiang Shan in appearance. Her skin was smooth and fair, with a soft glow. She must have a very fulfilling sex life, I couldn't help but think. -- They say women with satisfying sex lives have beautiful skin. "Go back," she called to her husband as she turned. Her husband stood up. "Come over sometime," he said to me. "Okay, I will when I'm free," I said, seeing them out. His wife was probably around 1.6 meters tall, about my height. "What a beautiful woman!" I thought to myself, watching her retreating figure.
About two days later, I delivered some things to the new house and ran into Old Chen's wife on the stairs. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back. That was my greeting. To be honest, I'm not good at talking or socializing, and I'm not tall or particularly good-looking, so I'm always a little insecure. As I was leaving, I saw the door across the street was open, so I went over. I knocked on the open door, and Old Chen peeked out from the room next to the living room. "It's you, please come in, please come in." I went in and sat down on his sofa. Old Chen poured me a glass of water. After chatting for a few minutes, I stood up and looked around his house, with Old Chen accompanying me. Then we sat back down, and he complimented the house, saying how beautiful it was, and chatted about random things, hoping to see Mrs. Chen, but she didn't show up. After sitting for a while, I got bored and said goodbye. About ten days later, I received a call from Old Chen at work. He said that both of our security doors had been broken into, and asked me to come over that evening so we could go to the community management office together. That evening, I went to Old Chen's house first, and then we met up and went to the community management office together. Old Chen's wife followed behind. When we arrived at the property management office, Old Chen and his wife spoke first, excitedly explaining the situation to a manager-looking person. Unexpectedly, the manager arrogantly said, "We can't do anything about what you're saying. We're only responsible for the safety of public areas." Mr. and Mrs. Chen were stunned, unable to think of anything to say. "But the property management fee you collect includes security fees. Didn't you hire security guards for the community? What kind of security is public safety? What does it have to do with the residents? If you only manage the safety of public areas, then the safety interests of the residents are not guaranteed. What are you managing then? What are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," I said. "Yes, yes, what are your responsibilities? Then we don't need to pay this fee," Mrs. Chen echoed. With our insistence, the property management company finally agreed to send someone over the next day to investigate and compensate us for the losses. Mr. and Mrs. Chen seemed very happy as we left the community property management office. They invited me to their home for a while. So I went up with them. When we arrived at their home, because of my behavior at the community property management office, they were very polite to me. Especially Mrs. Chen, sitting on the sofa next to me, was still caught up in the excitement and joy of her successful negotiation. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were dancing, and she was loudly reciting her negotiation "theory," even occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her white, plump thigh without realizing it. I would steal glances at her thighs from time to time. My heart fluttered—she was truly a beauty, I thought. I was afraid that Mr. Chen and she would find out, so I didn't dare to look too much, but that section of white, plump thigh kept appearing in front of me for several days. More than twenty days later, three or four days before my wedding, since we were neighbors after all, I decided to send them an invitation to build a good relationship. Mrs. Chen's white thighs were still in my mind. So I went to Mr. Chen's house, but Mr. Chen wasn't there. I gave the invitation to Mrs. Chen, told her about the wedding, and asked them to come.
Mrs. Chen's smiling face immediately fell, and she looked a little unhappy, barely responding to me. "What a stingy woman, she's probably afraid of giving money as a wedding gift," I thought. I felt quite displeased. But then, thinking of her stinginess and her fair thighs, I felt a surge of joy. On the wedding day, neither the couple came; they only sent a 50-yuan red envelope as a token of their appreciation. "What a stingy pair!" After the wedding, I moved into the new house, truly becoming Mrs. Chen's next-door neighbor. Five or six days later, I brought gifts for their son—costing more than twice their wedding gift—along with a bag of candy and two packs of cigarettes, and went to thank them. Their seven- or eight-year-old son jumped for joy when he saw my gifts. Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen also seemed very happy and explained why they hadn't come. I chuckled inwardly. Knowing that Old Chen and his wife were fond of taking advantage of others, whenever I visited their home, I would always bring a small gift for their son, or deliberately leave a half-smoked pack of cigarettes on their coffee table when I left. Or, when my wife wasn't home, I would buy some good food and wine and bring it to Old Chen's for a few drinks. Old Chen and his wife, seeing that they always got something for their money, were very hospitable to me. They were always happy to see me. So, our relationship improved day by day. Sometimes they would cook something nice and occasionally invite me over. But to be fair, although Mrs. Chen was fond of taking advantage of others, she was a respectable woman. At home, her clothes were always neat and tidy, leaving no "flaws" for me to feast my eyes on. A few times, she wore a slightly low-cut collarless blouse, only revealing a patch of her white breast, not even a cleavage. Or a mid-length skirt, revealing an inch or two above her knees, showing off her pretty white calves, but never revealing any of her white thighs for me to see. Old Chen's job was easy, and his company never sent him on business trips. He had little social life and had no vices other than smoking and drinking. He didn't even play mahjong, a popular Chinese pastime, and basically stayed home after get off work. Mrs. Chen was the epitome of a devoted wife and mother. It seemed I had no chance at all. After more than a year, I had gained nothing except knowing that Mrs. Chen's name was Yang Xiufang, that she was 33 years old, and that she worked at an insurance company. All I had to do was spend several thousand yuan on "dead debts" at their house. Thinking about these wasted expenses, I was unwilling to give up. Soon, my daughter was born. My wife was taken to the countryside by my mother-in-law for postpartum care. I was left alone, so whenever I had free time, I would go to Old Chen's house. That resulted in another few hundred yuan in "dead debts." On one occasion, Mrs. Chen was bending over at the dining table wiping the chairs, her buttocks sticking out. I pretended to go to the restroom, and as I passed by her, I casually touched her buttocks. She looked up at me, but I pretended not to notice and walked past without turning back. But that one touch had already made my heart pound wildly. I thought to myself in the restroom: I have to get with her no matter what.
The next day was Saturday. Around six o'clock in the afternoon, I took three bottles of Great Wall dry red wine and bought some fish and meat, then knocked on Old Chen's door. As soon as the door opened, I saw Mrs. Chen standing there. I said, "Sister Yang, I'm here for dinner again." Mrs. Chen said, "You're here, why bring anything? Xiao Hong, you're always so polite, I'm so sorry." She took my things and went to the kitchen. I sat with Old Chen on the sofa and watched TV for a while, then went to the kitchen and said, "Sister Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" "No, no, just wait and eat." I sidled up to her, praising her cooking and saying I wanted to learn a dish. Actually, looking at her slender waist, high breasts, and round buttocks, I had impulsive thoughts and several times wanted to lean in and hug her. After standing there for a while, afraid that she and Old Chen would become suspicious, I couldn't linger too long, so I went back to the living room to watch TV. About half an hour later, Mrs. Chen brought out all the dishes and said dinner was ready. So the three of them and I sat down at the table to eat. As usual, it was Old Chen and I who drank, while Mrs. Chen poured herself a small glass and drank while eating. When she finished her meal, she had also finished her drink. I offered to pour her another glass, but she kept saying no. She sat there waiting for her son to finish eating, and after watching TV with him for a while, she prepared a bath for him and put him to bed. This time, I was determined to make a difference, so I tried my best to get Old Chen to drink, while I only took small sips myself. We drank for about two hours, and we had drunk more than two bottles of wine. Old Chen's voice started to become hoarse, and I was feeling a little dizzy. At this point, after Mrs. Chen had put her son to bed, she also took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Hearing that Old Chen was slurring his words, she came over and said, "That's enough, don't drink anymore, Xiao Hong, save it for tomorrow." I said, "Sister Yang, it's alright, Old Chen and I are both happy. Besides, we don't have to work tomorrow, let's drink until we drop tonight." Old Chen also said, "No more drinking, no more drinking, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." I took off my watch, pointed to a bottle of wine that had only been poured a little, and said, "If you drink this, the watch is yours." They all knew that my watch was a Citizen worth over a thousand yuan. Old Chen grabbed the watch and said, "Is that really true?" I said, "Yes, when have I ever lied?" Old Chen pointed to his wife, "If she drinks it, it counts too." "It counts!" Old Chen put the watch in his pocket, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it. Then he slammed the bottle down on the table, his bloodshot eyes wide and his tongue slurred as he said to his wife, "Drink...drink it." His wife looked at me, then at him, then at the wine. I pretended to be drunk and said to her, "Sister Yang...drink, drink...drink it, drink a thousand...a thousand yuan...and you'll make a profit." Mrs. Chen finally succumbed to the temptation of money. Frowning, she grabbed the bottle and gulped it down. Then, her face flushed, she returned to the sofa to watch TV. Old Mr. Chen was already slumped over the table, snoring loudly. I pretended to be asleep, but secretly observed Mrs. Chen. She glanced at us every now and then, frowning. Finally, she came over and helped her husband into the room. Then she came out, bent down, and whispered in my ear, "Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, are you drunk? You should go back to sleep!" Her warm breath on my face made me feel hot all over. I restrained myself for a long time before reaching out to hug her.
I pretended to be drunk, stammering incoherently. She searched my body with one hand, finally finding the key on my waist. After trying two or three times, she opened my front door. As she helped me inside, I pretended to stumble, bumping my shoulder and slamming the security door shut. She helped me to the room and bent down to lay me down on the bed. I tightened my grip on her waist, and she lost her balance, falling onto me. I held her head with one hand and kissed her. She struggled to get up, but I held her tightly. With the other hand, I lifted her nightgown, slipped it under her legs, and quickly pulled her panties down to her calves. Then, I kicked her panties off with one foot. She struggled to get up, panting heavily, whether from drinking too much or from exertion. I rolled over and pinned her down. She thought I was drunk and unconscious, and cried out, "Xiao Hong, it's me, it's Sister Yang, Sister Yang." I didn't answer, and one hand traced up her smooth thigh, down to her groin. Her legs clamped tightly together, preventing my hand from touching the center of her thighs. My mouth searched for her mouth, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head back and forth, refusing to let me touch her. So I leaned down behind her ear and kissed her from her earlobe down to her neck, and then from her neck to her forehead. My other hand no longer touched her genitals directly, but instead gently stroked her smooth thighs and buttocks. At first, she struggled, but soon she calmed down, no longer pushing me away, and making muffled noises. I noticed her tightly clenched legs relax, and when I reached her inner thighs, she no longer squeezed them together. So I touched her labia and stroked them back and forth. Slowly, I felt my hand getting wet, and I knew she was aroused. So I intensified my caresses. And I kissed her vulva again, this time she didn't shake her head away. My lips met her vulva, but she still kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting my tongue in. My other hand caressed her for a while, then I used my middle finger to find her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. She moaned, "Ugh, don't do this, it's me." She used one hand to push my hand away. I unzipped my pants, took her hand inside my crotch, and made her hold my already fully erect penis. She gently grasped it, and I felt her thumb circle the tip of my glans, as if assessing its thickness. I touched her labia for a while, feeling that she was fully aroused, then straightened up, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled off her nightgown, and unhooked her bra. She was instantly naked before me. Before I could even admire her body, the pent-up desire of over a year erupted. I reached out and parted her legs, found her vaginal opening, placed my penis against it, and thrust hard. My erect penis slid in very smoothly. As my penis penetrated deeply into her vagina, she let out a long sigh of "Oh," and ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. My lust burned fiercely, and I thrust in and out forcefully, each time plunging deep inside. I felt her vagina was extremely wet and warm. I didn't know if it was because we hadn't had sex for over three months, or because I was too excited from missing her for so long. After only thirty or so thrusts, I felt a tingling sensation in my waist and thighs, as if I was about to ejaculate. I increased the force of my thrusts. Perhaps the slight trembling of my penis told her that I was about to ejaculate. She pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside, don't ejaculate inside." But I ignored her words, hugged her waist tightly, and thrust hard a few more times, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. My penis trembled violently a few times, and I ejaculated in a torrent. I felt like I had ejaculated a lot, spraying all my hot semen into her body.
I left my penis inside her, straddled her, and kissed her breasts. She kept her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. Only after my penis went limp did I pull out, seeing white semen flowing from her vagina, smearing a large patch at the opening. She sat up and slapped me lightly, saying, "Xiao Hong, you're so bad! You pretended to be drunk to rape me, you'll be going to jail!" Then she added, "If Old Chen finds out, he'll skin you alive!" She then squatted on the bed, grabbed my underwear, and tucked it under her vagina, letting the semen flow onto it. Admiring her naked body, I said, "Go ahead and sue me. In my bed, who knows if we were mutually attracted? I'll just say you seduced me, and everyone will believe me. Otherwise, why did you come to my bed?" She slapped me again, saying, "You're a real scoundrel! You raped me, and now you're trying to turn the tables!" I touched my cheek where she had slapped me, then suddenly jumped off the bed, grabbed a camera from the dressing table drawer, and snapped two pictures of her, naked and squatting on the bed. She was immediately startled and lunged at me to grab the camera. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" I said, "Don't say I raped you. I'll keep it as evidence, and besides, I can admire it from time to time in jail." "Don't do this, Xiao Hong," she softened, "Since you've already done it, I'll let it go. Just don't tell anyone, especially Lao Chen, don't let him get suspicious. Don't take pictures, don't get me into trouble." I put the camera back in the drawer, pushed her down onto the bed, and said, "So, you don't object to me doing it again, do you?" My naked body pressed against her smooth flesh, and my penis immediately sprang to life. I was surprised by my own desire and "quick reaction." "No, give me the camera first," she said. "No, let me fuck you first, then I'll give it to you," I said firmly. She was pinned to the bed, struggling to get up, but how could she rise when I held her down? Finally, she stopped resisting and said helplessly, "You're shameless, but you have to give it to me." I didn't respond, kissing her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other playing with her labia. My tongue went into her mouth, swirling around her tongue, sucking. I don't know if it was because my semen was still in her vagina, or because she was leaking more fluid. It felt wet and slippery to the touch. This time, she lay on the bed, neither resisting nor yielding, simply letting me tease her. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. My lips left her mouth, slowly kissing down her neck, past her breasts, all the way to her lower abdomen. Then I bit her pubic hair with my teeth, gently tugging at it. When I bent down to part her vaginal opening and carefully examine the tender red flesh inside, she clamped her thighs together and covered her vulva with her hands, preventing me from seeing. To be honest, Mrs. Chen had a wonderful figure and complexion, as if she had never given birth. Her nipples, while not as pink as some virgins, weren't brown like some women's. Her abdomen was flat, without any stretch marks from childbirth. Her vulva was also beautiful, two full labia with a small groove, revealing tender red flesh in the middle. Her thighs were round, long, and firm, her skin fair and delicate, so thin that in some places you could faintly see the bluish veins. Apart from a few small brown moles scattered around, she was almost flawless. I reached out and parted her legs, brushing aside her hands covering her vulva, wanting to lick her clitoris with my tongue. She quickly closed her legs again and pushed my head away, saying, "No, that's dirty." I tried to force myself on her, but she resolutely refused, so I had to give up. I continued to play with her vagina with my fingers and kiss her. After a long while, I pulled my fingers out and said, "Okay, now take my little brother in." She said, "No, I won't." I pretended to be fierce and said, "You won't, will you? Fine, then you can forget about the film." She then reached down to my crotch, grabbed my penis, and guided it to her entrance, but pinched my penis with her fingernail and said, "Go to hell." "Ouch, that hurts. Fine, I'll let it die drunk in your hole." Saying that, I thrust hard and inserted it all the way in. As I thrust, I humiliated her: "How does my little brother compare to your husband's?" Mrs. Chen didn't answer, so I asked again in a harsh voice, "You won't tell me?" Mrs. Chen said, "I don't know." "How can you not know? If you want the film, answer honestly." After a long while, Mrs. Chen said, "Yours is harder than his." "Whose is bigger?" "I don't know." I thrust hard again, "Whose is bigger?" "...about the same." "Is hard or soft better?" Another hard thrust. "Hard is better." "So, compared to your husband, you prefer me to fuck you, right?" Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist, pleading, "Don't say things like that, okay?" "Does your husband fuck you often?" "Don't say that." "Did you have sex yesterday?" "No, no." "When did you do it?" "About three or four days ago." "Did you have an orgasm?" "It was alright." "Do you do it often?" "No, not really, usually once every three or four days." "Do you ever want to?"... "Do I want to?" "Sometimes." "What if your husband doesn't want to when you want to?"..."Tell me!" "Don't be like that." "Have you ever masturbated?" "Xiao Hong, you're so annoying, don't ask anymore." "If you don't tell me, I won't give you the tape." "...Um, yes." "How?" "How?" "...With my hand." "Does it feel good when I penetrate you?" I asked while thrusting harder. "Um...Hmph, it's...okay..." Mrs. Chen murmured softly. "Was your husband your virginity taken?" "No." Mrs. Chen started twisting her waist under me to match my movements. "Who?" "A college classmate." "How old were you when you started?" "Twenty-one." "How many times?" "Three times." "Lying." "Really, only three times." "Was it comfortable?" "No." "It's not comfortable now?" "No, it's comfortable now." "Then it's not comfortable when you're with your husband, is it?" "Sometimes it's comfortable." "What positions do you and your husband usually have?" "Three or four, I guess." "Try them all," I said, stopping. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop!" Mrs. Chen became anxious, arching her back and pressing it against my genitals, her hands tightly encircling my buttocks, preventing my penis from slipping out of her vagina. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Mmm, good. Don't stop." "Then will you still accuse me of rape?" I began thrusting harder again. "No, I won't, I never will." "Do you like me?" "...No...mmm...I like you." "Then like my little brother, right?" I continued thrusting my penis in and out, "I don't like you." "Fine, I'll fuck you to death, anyway you don't like me, you're not a slut." "Will you let me fuck you again?" "No." "You won't let me fuck you, right?" "No." "Will you let me fuck you or not?" "Ah...ha, hurry up, don't stop." Mrs. Chen tightly hugged my waist, crossing her legs and pressing them against my buttocks. Just as her vagina clenched and contracted in waves, my semen gushed out like a burst dam. I ejaculated all of it inside Mrs. Chen's vagina. -- This time, she didn't tell me not to ejaculate inside. "Oh--", Mrs. Chen spread her limbs, took a long breath, and looked very comfortable. Then she gently stroked my back with both hands. After a while, she said, "You're sweating." "Am I good?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked her. She punched me on the back, "You're so annoying." She rolled over and threw me onto the bed, got up and held out a hand: "Give it to me." "I want more?" "What is it!" "It's film." "What film?" I laughed as I got up from the bed, went to the dressing table drawer, took out the camera, and threw it to her. She opened the camera cover and found it was empty, there was no film in it at all. She said, "Okay, you little bastard lied to me." "If I didn't lie to you, would you let me fuck you?" "Go to hell. Seriously, I'll let you get away with it this time, but if you dare to mess around again next time, I won't allow it, I'll tell my old Mr. Chen to beat you to death." Mrs. Chen started getting dressed in bed. I got on and hugged her, caressing her breasts. "You're so heartless," I said. "Take your dog paws off me," Mrs. Chen said. "Don't you have any lingering feelings?" "Who do you think you are?" "I'm practically your husband now." "You big-headed bastard, you rapist!" Mrs. Chen picked up her underwear, about to put it on, when she suddenly grabbed my underwear, wiped it on her crotch, and threw it on me. Then she put on her underwear, put on her pajamas, dusted herself off, jumped off the bed, and was about to leave. I jumped off naked, hugged her from the front, and kissed her. Mrs. Chen let me touch her lips briefly before pushing me away, "Don't do anything reckless." Saying that, she walked out of the room, opened my security door, and went out. I peeked out; the stairs were pitch black, and the neighbors were already asleep. Mrs. Chen opened her door and slipped inside like a ghost. Just as I was about to close the door, I, still naked, grabbed her waist from behind. My hands slipped under the hem of her nightgown, my fingers digging into her flesh, tightly cupping her round buttocks, pressing her lower abdomen against my genitals. Mrs. Chen leaned back slightly, "That's enough, stop it, I'll scream if you don't let go." I held her soft body tightly, "Go ahead and scream." Mrs. Chen used her hands to pry my hands off her buttocks, "You're such a scoundrel." Then she turned and shoved me forcefully towards the door, slamming it shut with a bang. I returned to bed, savoring Mrs. Chen's body. My long-cherished wish of over a year had been fulfilled, and I tossed and turned, still excited. Suddenly, I felt something hard against my back. I reached down and looked at it—a hair clip. It must have fallen from Mrs. Chen, I thought, bringing it to my nose to smell; the hair clip seemed to still carry Mrs. Chen's scent. That night, thinking about Mrs. Chen's body, I finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.
The next morning, I woke up around 10 a.m., the sun high in the sky. I took a shower, combed my hair, and ate a quick bite from the fridge. I went outside and knocked on the door across the hall. Old Chen opened the door and let me in. My eyes searched around, but I didn't see Mrs. Chen. So I sat on the sofa and chatted with Old Chen, who looked like he was still drunk, his eyes puffy and yawning frequently. Just then, I heard the sound of a washing machine coming from the balcony; I figured she was doing laundry. Sure enough, a little while later, Mrs. Chen came in from the balcony wearing an apron. I pretended to greet her casually, "Sister Yang." When she saw me, her expression seemed a little awkward, and she gave a soft "humph" in response. I noticed my watch was on Old Chen's wrist and pretended not to see it. I deliberately said loudly, "Sister Yang, I drank too much yesterday, and I think I left my watch at your house. Have you seen it?" Upon hearing this, Old Chen's face turned even uglier, as if he had been stung by a bee. He straightened up and went straight into the room. I watched Old Chen's retreating figure and chuckled to myself. Mrs. Chen replied irritably, "I don't know anything about you men's affairs." I took out a hair clip from my pocket and started playing with it. Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. Chen saw the hair clip, she rushed over to snatch it back. I took the opportunity to give her a hard grope on the buttocks. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely but didn't say a word. I was itching to grab her, to flip her over, and thrust into her like I did yesterday. I swallowed hard and said to Old Chen's room, "Brother Chen, come here, I have something to discuss with you." Old Chen came out of his room, and I tossed him a "Chunghwa" cigarette. "What is it?" he asked. His expression was very wary, probably afraid I would take back the watch. "I need your help with something." "What's the matter?" "Well, my unit needs me to deliver some documents to the provincial capital, but I'm really busy and can't get away. Could you do it for me?" "It's not a very important document, but they absolutely need to deliver it. You just need to deliver it to the unit's reception desk. Of course, you give me the receipt, and I'll cover all the travel and accommodation expenses, plus half a pack of 'Chunghwa' cigarettes and a 300 yuan tip. The train leaves around noon and I'll be back tomorrow morning. It won't interfere with your work. Is that alright?" "Just consider it helping me out." Old Chen, hearing there was something to gain, said, "Okay, we're practically brothers, no need for cigarettes. I'll call my boss and ask for half a day off tomorrow." "Then it's settled." I pulled out six hundred-yuan bills from my pocket and placed them on his coffee table. Mrs. Chen seemed to know I had ulterior motives and called out, "Old Chen, don't agree to things so readily. It's been a long time since I've been to my mother's house. Let's go to my mother's for dinner today." "Helping with Xiao Hong is the least I can do. You can go to your mother's house anytime, maybe next week." "That's right, Sister Yang, don't worry about it, nothing will happen, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I said with a double meaning. Mrs. Chen hesitated, her face flushed, and glared at me fiercely behind Old Chen's back. I went home, found the documents I was supposed to send on Monday, sealed them, wrote the address on them, and took half a carton of "Chunghwa" cigarettes to Old Chen's house to give to him. Old Chen happily took the letter and cigarettes, "What are you doing? You're too kind, too kind. I'll go prepare right away." He walked back to his room, trembling. Mrs. Chen glared at me fiercely again. At this moment, his son Pingping came out of his room and cried, "Dad, I want to go too, I want to go too, take me with you." "Pingping, be good, don't go with Dad, ask your mom to take you to Grandma's house." Old Chen said. I knew things were about to go wrong, so I quickly said, "Pingping, come here, don't bother your dad, Uncle will take you to play." I walked over to him and whispered, "Uncle will take you to buy a toy, don't let your parents know." "Okay, okay," Pingping said happily. --After all, he's just a child. I took Pingping out, saying as we walked, "Sister Yang, I'm taking Pingping out to play for a while, I'll be right back. I can't take care of him this afternoon, you have to wait for me at home." I rode my bike with Pingping to the supermarket and bought him an electric remote-controlled toy car. Pingping jumped for joy. As we walked out of the supermarket, I asked, "Pingping, do you remember your grandma's house?" "I know, I've been there." Pingping was engrossed in playing with his toys. "Uncle has something to do now and can't play with you, I'll take you to your grandma's house, okay?" Pingping, still engrossed in his toys, said without looking up, "Okay." --Just like my obsession with his mother's body. So I took Pingping to his maternal grandmother's house and told his family that I had brought Pingping out to play, but something came up and I couldn't take him back, so I brought him here instead. They thanked me profusely. I checked my watch; it was past midnight. So I went to a fast food restaurant and, while eating, took out my phone to call Old Chen's house. The phone rang two or three times before someone answered. "Sister Yang, this is Xiao Hong. Has Old Chen left?" I said, hearing Mrs. Chen's voice. "I don't know! What are you up to?" I knew from her tone that Old Chen had definitely left. "Wait at home, I'll be back with Pingping." I hung up before she could say anything. I packed a meal and rode my bike home. I rang Old Chen's doorbell, and Mrs. Chen opened the door. Seeing me come in alone, she asked, "Where's Pingping?" I put the meal I brought back on the coffee table, hugged her tightly, and kissed her cheek. "I sold her." Mrs. Chen broke free from my embrace, took a few steps to the living room sofa, and asked, "Where did you leave him?" "I sent him to his grandmother's house." I followed her, embraced her again, and pressed her onto the sofa. Mrs. Chen fell onto the sofa, and I kissed her while pressing one hand against her shoulder and the other hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her thigh. Mrs. Chen struggled and said, "What are you doing? The people across the street are watching." I got up and went to the living room window, drawing the curtains. Mrs. Chen had already sat up. I pressed her down onto the sofa again. "Don't do this, I'm getting angry," Mrs. Chen said. "Didn't we just have sex last night? Are you still going to be faithful to your husband?" I teased. I continued to kiss her, gently squeezing her breasts with one hand and holding her waist tightly with the other. Mrs. Chen closed her mouth tightly, but I pressed my mouth against hers, licking her lips with my tongue. Then I pried open her lips and thrust inside. Mrs. Chen clenched her teeth, preventing my tongue from entering. I pressed my tongue between her upper and lower teeth, trying to open a door through the gap. Suddenly, Mrs. Chen opened her mouth and bit down hard on my tongue, refusing to let go, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. I grabbed her buttocks hard, and Mrs. Chen cried out in pain. I yelled, "If you dare bite me again, I'll repay you in kind!" Then I kissed her again. This time, Mrs. Chen obediently let my tongue into her mouth, my tongue chasing hers, swirling, sucking. After kissing for a long time, Mrs. Chen pulled away from my mouth and said, "Okay, okay, let me up." I didn't respond, but kissed her neck. "If you want to, let's go to bed," Mrs. Chen said softly, almost inaudibly. I picked her up, and Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head against my chest. I put Mrs. Chen on the bed, and she clung to my neck. I took advantage of the situation and fell on top of her. This time, Mrs. Chen cooperated, and we kissed passionately.
My hand slipped under her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. As the panties fell from her waist, Mrs. Chen lifted her buttocks, and the panties slid smoothly down to her calves. My palm pressed against her mons pubis; it was wet to the touch, and I gently rubbed it. After a while, my fingers found her labia, gently probing and teasing, smearing her vaginal fluid onto her clitoris and finding it. I dipped my index and middle fingers in the fluid and rubbed it in circles. Mrs. Chen's breathing quickened. I stopped kissing her and began to undress her. Mrs. Chen quickly unbuttoned all her clothes with her right hand, and they were easily removed, revealing her curvaceous, snow-white, and voluptuous body. I noticed that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, growing in an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Looking at her full breasts and flat lower abdomen, my heart pounded even faster. Mrs. Chen lay there naked, seemingly shy, her eyes closed. I quickly stripped off my clothes and straddled her. Mrs. Chen spread her legs, naturally letting my body lie between them. I licked her nipples with my tongue, one hand still rubbing her clitoris, the other hand gently scratching her buttocks with my fingers. "You want me to penetrate you, right?" Mrs. Chen didn't respond. I said again, "If you want me to penetrate you, you have to be obedient." I pressed the head of my penis against Mrs. Chen's vulva again. Mrs. Chen twisted her hips to adjust her position, aligning her vaginal opening with my penis. I thrust my hips hard, and my penis slid in smoothly. "Do you like me?" Mrs. Chen asked, hugging my waist after I penetrated her. "Yes," I replied. "You like my little sister, right?" she said, giggling. "I like both." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately remembered what I had said yesterday. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" I thrust in and out hard. Mrs. Chen kept laughing. I freed one hand to knead her breasts, which bounced up and down like waves with my thrusts, and buried myself in my work. Mrs. Chen tilted her head back, occasionally arching her lower abdomen to meet my thrusts. I seemed to feel her vagina getting hotter and hotter, and I thrust faster and faster. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated, shooting all of it inside her. Then I let out a long breath and collapsed limply onto her. Mrs. Chen raised her head, kissed my forehead, and then reached down to touch the juncture of my penis and her vagina, where a little semen had already flowed out. She looked at it, then smelled it. "Never seen this before?" I asked her with a puzzled smile. "Is my semen particularly good?" "Pah, what are you being so vain about? But your semen is strange." "What's strange about it?" I asked. "I'm allergic to Old Chen's semen, but not yours. Why is that?" "Allergic?" I asked, puzzled. "Yes, whenever Old Chen doesn't wear a condom, my whole body itches afterwards, and I get little red rashes. It's really uncomfortable, so I always make him wear a condom and never let him ejaculate inside." "Do you always wear condoms?" "Yes." "Then how did Pingping come to be? Is he a bastard?" "Go to hell," Mrs. Chen pushed me and said. "I only let him ejaculate inside me the one or two times I was having a baby." "You're so pretty, your skin is so good, I thought you ate too much semen." "What? I'm not ugly to begin with. I was the prettiest girl in my class when I was young, and I was famous throughout the school." Mrs. Chen stroked my back and said, "I can't do that now, I'm old." "No, you're still very beautiful. You know, the first time I saw you, I wanted to have sex with you." "Oh, you big pervert, you've been harboring wolfish intentions all along." Mrs. Chen scratched my back hard with her fingernail. "Yes, I've thought about you for over a year, and now I finally have you, easing my longing," I said. "Am I really that good? But I'm five or six years older than you." I tugged at her earlobe and said, "Age isn't a problem. You're really good, very sexy, very attractive to men, but you're just not seductive enough." "Ha, do you like promiscuous women? Then your wife must be very seductive, but she doesn't seem like it," Mrs. Chen said with a laugh. "The purer the wife, the better; the seductive the mistress, the more interesting," I said with a laugh as well. "So you mean you want me to be seductive?" Mrs. Chen said. "Yes. You admit you're my mistress, right? But, a woman as beautiful as you must have many men, right? Which one am I?" "Get lost!" Mrs. Chen punched me on the chest, "Which one are you? The 100th one?!" "No way, that's so exaggerated. Which one am I exactly?" I said with a mournful face. "How many can I have?" Mrs. Chen said with a laugh, "You short-lived devil, you're the third one." "Oh." "The first was my college sweetheart, the second was my husband, and the third was that short-lived little bastard." Mrs. Chen's smile remained unchanged. "Why did you break up with your first love?" I withdrew my limp penis from Mrs. Chen's vagina. "It wasn't right," Mrs. Chen said. "Why?" "He was allergic. He wanted it whenever he had the chance, but we couldn't find condoms. When I told him not to, he said I didn't love him. Men are all like that." "That's all." "That's all." "Did you do it often with him? You still think about him, right?" "What? I was terrified back then, and I was allergic. There was no fun at all, and I didn't want to do it at all. We did it three times in a rush. The three times combined didn't even last as long as yours once." After Mrs. Chen finished speaking, she tapped my forehead with her finger. "I've long forgotten him now. I was only sad for a while when we broke up, but then I forgot. Now that I think about it, I didn't love him back then. I just had a crush on him and was curious about men." "Yeah, it's better to forget about it. I think Old Chen treats you really well, and you love him a lot. You two have a lot of fun, right?" Thinking of the tall and handsome Old Chen, I asked sourly. "He's good to me, but feelings are hard to explain. I was attracted to him because he was good-looking." "Isn't he good?" I felt cheerful. "I'm not talking about it anymore, I'm hungry." Mrs. Chen tried to push me away. I remained on top of her, "Say it." "Is it interesting for a tall man like a little woman?" Mrs. Chen retorted. Before I could speak, she added, "I thought I was allergic to all men," Mrs. Chen hugged my waist tightly. "Sometimes when I watch porn and see women accepting men's bodies so peacefully, it really makes me feel uneasy." "Yeah, I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I have a special constitution," Mrs. Chen said. "And now?" I lewdly patted Mrs. Chen's vulva, which was filled with my semen. "Go away," Mrs. Chen pushed me away, "What are you so smug about?" "Am I smug?" I said, feigning grievance. Mrs. Chen patted my cheek, "Alright, that's enough. I'm really hungry, I'm going to eat." I rolled off Mrs. Chen: "I brought you some fast food."
"Trying to please me? Then eat it." "I ate it." Mrs. Chen knelt on the bed, grabbed my underwear and wiped her genitals, wiping away the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that had dripped onto her thighs. She threw the underwear at my head: "Here you go." I grabbed the underwear, brought it to my nose and smelled it. "Ugh, it stinks." "That's because your stuff stinks." Mrs. Chen laughed. She grabbed the panties I had taken off on the bed to put them on. I snatched them from her. "Never mind, don't wear them. Let me admire your beautiful body a little longer." "Pah, so embarrassing." Mrs. Chen pulled a towel folded at the corner of the bed, wrapped it around her chest and abdomen, grabbed two corners, tied a knot in front, and walked out of the room half-naked. I lay half-reclined for a while, grabbed the underwear Mrs. Chen had used to wipe her genitals, put it around my waist, and followed her out. Mrs. Chen sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and ate the takeout I had bought while watching. I noticed her towel only covered her upper legs, leaving her entire plump and delicate thighs exposed. I sat down next to her, placed my hand on one of her raised legs, and admired this alluring woman beside me. Mrs. Chen finished her lunchbox and placed it on the coffee table. She leaned back on the sofa and started watching TV. "Hey, don't you have some porn? Take it out and enjoy it," I called to her. "What's so interesting about that? Go get it yourself," Mrs. Chen gestured towards a cabinet next to the TV stand. I went over and opened the cabinet door, finding three or four pornographic discs inside. I picked one with an enticing cover, put it in the VCD player, sat down on the sofa next to Mrs. Chen, picked up the remote, changed the channel, and then placed one of Mrs. Chen's thighs on my lap, stroking it. The screen showed a man and a woman, seemingly Japanese, entering a hotel and going into a room. The man helped the woman take off her coat, and they kissed. After a while, they fell onto the bed, tearing at each other and taking off their clothes. The man knelt below the woman, licking her vulva. After a while, the man got up and made the woman kneel beside him, kissing his limp penis and giving him a blowjob. Then they fell onto the bed and started having sex, with clear images of the man's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman was moaning and groaning exaggeratedly. Seeing this, my penis was already erect. I turned to look at Mrs. Chen, who was staring at the television. I reached out and touched Mrs. Chen's vulva; she was already wet. My fingers caressed her vulva, and Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, pinching one of my nipples with two fingers. After fiddling around for a while, I stood up, took off my underwear, flipped Mrs. Chen onto the sofa, tore off the towel wrapped around her, grabbed her legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and placed my hands on her thighs, leaving her upper body lying on the sofa with her buttocks suspended in the air. I aimed my penis at her vagina and inserted it. Mrs. Chen grabbed my elbows with both hands, letting me thrust wildly. With my vigorous movements, Mrs. Chen's legs slid off my shoulders, held in the air by my hands. After about seventy or eighty thrusts, Mrs. Chen's arms, which were holding her, became sore and swollen. I lowered her legs, turned her body back to me, and buried her head on the sofa, her buttocks raised high, revealing her vulva, whose labia were not yet fully closed. From behind, I aimed my penis at that small opening and inserted it. My lower abdomen slammed against her buttocks with each thrust, and Mrs. Chen's drooping breasts swayed wildly with each stroke. We silently thrust another seventy or eighty times. Mrs. Chen groaned and said, "I'm so tired from this. Let's go to bed." I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis, picked up Mrs. Chen, went into the room, put her on the bed, and then lay on top of her, thrusting hard again. Perhaps because we had done it twice the night before and I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer, probably seven or eight minutes. I felt a numbness in my waist and ejaculated inside her again. A moment later, I patted Mrs. Chen's thigh, which was resting on my buttocks. She lowered her leg and released her hands from my waist. I climbed off her, leaning against the headboard, and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?" Mrs. Chen replied, "What cigarette? I hate men smoking." But she still grabbed my long shirt and wrapped it around her waist, got out of bed, and went outside, bringing back cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. I took them from her, lit one, and smoked. After Mrs. Chen got back into bed, she pulled off the shirt around her waist, nestled naked in my arms, and took my limp penis in her hand, picking off a pubic hair—whether it was hers or mine—that was stuck to it with semen and vaginal fluid. She examined my penis closely. I put one arm around her shoulder and asked, "Are you satisfied?" Mrs. Chen turned her head, smiled seductively at me, and then turned back to play with my penis. I noticed that the semen from Mrs. Chen's vagina had dripped onto the sheets, staining them. I said to her, "Sister Yang, your sheets are dirty." Mrs. Chen looked down, wiped her vulva, then smeared her semen-covered hand on my chest, saying, "It's all your fault." I asked her, "Between me and Old Chen, who's better?" Mrs. Chen rested her head on my chest, "I don't know." "Tell me, I want to know." "Alright, alright, you're fiercer and more lewd, okay?" "Then I'm better, huh?" Mrs. Chen pinched my penis, "Are you vain? How old are you?" "Do you like doing it with me?" "No," Mrs. Chen answered. "Really?" "Alright, alright, I can't argue with you." I pretended to burn her with my half-smoked cigarette: "Your body is too perfect, let me leave you a mark." Mrs. Chen quickly dodged, "Are you trying to kill me?" "Your figure and skin are really good, you don't look like you've had children." I looked at Mrs. Chen's shapely, fair, and delicate body, with faint blue veins visible, and said, "Not as good as your wife, is she?" "No, you're prettier. My old hag looks terrible after giving birth." "Isn't Huihui (my wife, that's what I call her) pretty? So young and already called an old hag? What about me?" "You're more sexy, more alluring than her." "Don't flatter me. If it were me instead, you wouldn't want to, would you?" "Ideally, both of us would be lying next to me, neither of us lacking, loving each other together." "Pah, you're so insatiable! If that were the case, Huihui would kill you." "If my wife didn't object, would you be willing?" "Don't talk about such impossible things." I spread her legs, then parted her vulva, and inserted the half-smoked cigarette about a centimeter into her vagina. Then I let go, and Mrs. Chen's vagina naturally closed, trapping the cigarette. "What are you doing? Don't burn me!" Mrs. Chen tried to squeeze her legs together. "Don't move, or you'll really get burned." I buried my face between her legs, pretending to smoke. I took a breath, then smacked my lips and said, "Ah, the taste is definitely different." "What does it taste like?" Mrs. Chen teased. I closed my eyes, looking like I was savoring the taste, and said, "Hmm, milky, appley, peary, and a... ah, it's... a musky smell." Seeing my reaction, Mrs. Chen couldn't hold back any longer, rubbing her stomach and bursting into laughter. Then she reached for a cigarette, put the end of the cigarette that was inserted into her vagina into my mouth, and said, "It tastes so good, let's try some more." I took two deep drags, then put the cigarette in the ashtray and stubbed it out. "Okay, let's go home and sleep." "Why don't you sleep here? There's no one here anyway." Mrs. Chen wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "That's great, I'd love to. I was just too embarrassed to say it." "Pah, you've already stolen him away, and you're still acting innocent after getting a good deal. You're so shameless, how can you be embarrassed?" Mrs. Chen leaned forward and put the ashtray on the floor. I reached out and flicked her nose. "Who stole whom is still unknown, aren't you the one cheating on me?" "You've spent a lot of money at my house these past few days, haven't you?" Mrs. Chen suddenly asked me. "Money is nothing. Having you, I wouldn't care about any amount of money." "You're really generous, spending two thousand yuan in just the last two days." Mrs. Chen said, then wrapped my shirt around her waist, jumped off the bed, found the key, opened a drawer in the dressing table, took out a wad of cash, counted it—about three thousand yuan—and came over to put it in the pocket of my shirt that was on the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Here's your money back. Who wants your stinking money? This way I feel at ease." Then she got back into bed and snuggled into my arms. I remained silent: What a lustful woman! She's become so generous for the sake of pleasure. Mrs. Chen shifted her body and lay down beside me. "Sleep, don't overthink it." I lay down next to her. Mrs. Chen draped a thin blanket over us both, then took one of my arms and placed it under her head. She turned her face towards me and closed her eyes. I reached down to her pubic area and began to comb her pubic hair. I don't know when, but I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt a numb, tingling sensation on one side of my body. Turning around, I saw that my arm was still under Mrs. Chen's head. She was still sleeping soundly, a smile playing on her lips. Was she dreaming of intercourse? Looking at her, I couldn't help but wonder. I tried to gently pull my arm out, but it was numb and wouldn't obey me. I could only gently lift her head with my other hand and then use my body to wriggle out my numb hand. Just as I was about to pull out, Mrs. Chen opened her eyes and woke up. She smiled at me and leaned closer to me. "Weren't you asleep?""I was asleep, just woke up," I replied. I pulled my arm away and frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "My arm is numb." She took my arm and gently massaged it. "What time is it?" I asked her. She pulled her phone out from under her pillow and looked at it. "Oh dear, it's already seven o'clock." "Are you hungry? I'll go cook you some food." "No need, let's go out to eat," I said.
"Going out again? Too much trouble. Besides, what if someone sees us? Forget it, I'll just cook it, it'll be quick." Mrs. Chen said, getting dressed. I grabbed her panties and bra. "Don't wear these, we're home anyway." As she put on her skirt, I noticed a thin layer of scabs formed on her thighs and groin from the dried semen and vaginal fluid. She finished her long skirt and patted my face. "You can sleep a little longer, I'll wake you when it's done." After she left, I smelled her panties; they had no odor. I opened them to look at them; they were white cotton panties, quite nice quality, with machine-embroidered flowers. There were some faint stains, probably from her vaginal fluid. Thinking of how tightly they clung to Mrs. Chen's buttocks and vulva, my penis hardened again. I put down her panties and grabbed her bra, just then hearing her making a phone call in the living room. "...Mom, it's Xiufang...Is Pingping with you...Have you had dinner yet...Old Chen is away on a business trip...A colleague invited me to dinner tonight for their birthday, so I won't be back until later...Pingping is staying with you, I'll pick him up for school tomorrow morning..." I laughed: So, even lust has turned her into a slut. Looks like she wants me to stay the night. I put on my underwear, went to the living room and sat down. The TV was still on, but the porn had already finished. I went over and turned off the VCD player. Then I made a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, and changed the channel to watch the news. After drinking half a pot of tea, seeing that the news wasn't very interesting, I got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Mrs. Chen wearing only a long skirt without a bra or underwear, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I went behind her and hugged her waist. She turned around and smiled at me: "I won't sleep anymore, it'll be over soon." I lifted her long skirt up to her waist, revealing her white, round buttocks. She slapped my hand: "What are you doing, starving ghost? The people across the street will see." I turned around and snapped the kitchen light off, saying, "Is that okay now?" Mrs. Chen turned her upper body to kiss me. As I kissed her, I rolled her long skirt up to her waist, touching her smooth buttocks and thighs. Then I reached for her vulva. Soon, Mrs. Chen's lower body was wet. I turned Mrs. Chen's body around, pressing her upper body against the sink. Mrs. Chen braced herself on the edge of the sink, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks. I pulled down my underwear, clamped my penis between my fingers, found her vaginal opening, and thrust in with force. Mrs. Chen groaned as I entered, and one hand wrapped around my buttocks. My hands grasped Mrs. Chen's two full breasts. Perhaps it was because my penis was covered in dried semen that had formed a hard, thin crust. Although Mrs. Chen's vulva was wet, it wasn't very smooth when I first entered. So I gently thrust in and out seven or eight times. After my penis was fully coated with her vaginal fluid, it became much easier, and I began to thrust vigorously. This time, I didn't change positions and went at it for a particularly long time, a full ten minutes or so. Under my vigorous thrusting, Mrs. Chen's upper body was already slumped over the sink. I reached down and touched her inner thighs, and found that our vaginal fluids were flowing down her thighs and almost to her knees. Mrs. Chen cooperated by twisting her hips to meet my assault. After a while, Mrs. Chen's hips stopped twisting. She lay there half-paralyzed, motionless, letting my penis rampage in and out of her vagina. I thrust in and out dozens more times, then my body shuddered, my penis throbbed a few times inside her vagina, and then I ejaculated completely. I continued to insert my penis into Mrs. Chen's vagina, feeling the intense heat and moisture enveloping her. I used both hands to grasp and knead her breasts. Mrs. Chen didn't straighten up; her upper body remained bent over the edge of the pool, seemingly savoring the afterglow of their previous pleasure. Suddenly, I smelled a burning odor. I sniffed, "What's burning?" Mrs. Chen seemed to snap out of her daze: "Oh dear, it's my food!" Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina and that I was naked, she straightened up, rushed to the light switch, turned on the light, then ran to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and found the stewed meat inside was burnt. "This is terrible, we can't eat it now." Mrs. Chen looked disappointed. "Never mind," I comforted her, "With you, I'm full even without food." "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Chen said apologetically, picking up the pot. "How about I fry you two eggs?" "Fine, you ate two of my eggs, I'll eat two of yours, we're even." "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away, go away, stay out of the way, and put your clothes on! You shameless thing!" Mrs. Chen pushed me away. I reached under her skirt and touched her thigh. Unexpectedly, the semen I'd ejaculated inside her vagina had all flowed down her thigh, leaving my hand covered in sticky liquid. I smeared my hand on Mrs. Chen's left cheek: "Smells good, doesn't it? I heard semen is good for beauty, don't waste it." Mrs. Chen kicked my shin. "It stinks! Who wants your stinky stuff?" I picked up my pants from the floor, looked up and saw a few chili peppers in the vegetable basket. An idea struck me. While Mrs. Chen wasn't looking, I secretly took one, went to my room, and stuffed it under my pillow before returning to the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen brought out the dishes. "Dinner's ready." I walked naked to the table, wearing only my underwear. Mrs. Chen said, "Don't you have any clothes? You're making a fool of yourself." I said, "There are no outsiders here, we're all family," and sat down. Mrs. Chen filled a bowl with rice for me and put a large piece of egg in my bowl: "Try my cooking, is it good?" "Delicious, delicious, I've already tried it." "But today is different." Even the food is different after we've been in bed? -- I chuckled inwardly. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen asked, watching me take a bite. "Delicious, delicious, just like you." I smacked my lips exaggeratedly. "You're so glib." Mrs. Chen smiled contentedly, picked up her bowl, and filled her own bowl with rice. Before I finished my bowl of rice, Mrs. Chen asked me, "Would you like some wine?" "Sure, but you have to drink with me." "I don't drink." Mrs. Chen got up and got me a glass, then went to get a bottle of "Jiannanchun," "If you don't have good wine, this is the best." She opened the cap and poured a full glass into mine. "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked her after taking a sip. "Is it good?" Mrs. Chen grabbed my glass and took a sip. "Oh dear, you're so fierce! You should drink less, or you'll get drunk and then..." Mrs. Chen chuckled, not finishing her sentence. "If you get drunk, you'll rape me again, right?" I laughed, finishing her sentence for her. "Good to know." Mrs. Chen finished speaking and then burst out laughing. "Then drink more, so you can rape me," I said, pinching her butt. Mrs. Chen raised her chopsticks and tapped me on the head, "I can't be bothered with you." After eating a few bites of rice, she said again, "Have some soup, it's good for people who drink." "Okay." I finished the last bite of rice in my bowl and picked up my wine glass. "Eat some more rice." "No need." "Eat some more, make sure you eat your fill, and drink less wine." After saying that, she picked up my bowl, filled it again, and placed it in front of me. "If you eat too much rice, you won't be able to eat anymore," I said. "Then you should eat, I don't want you to eat." I picked up my glass and took a sip. "You should have some too," Mrs. Chen took my glass and took a sip. She stuck out her tongue, gasped, and said, "It tastes awful." I finished my bowl of rice. Mrs. Chen also finished her bowl and stopped eating. "You're full, eat some more vegetables." "Then have some wine." "No, it tastes awful." "Just a little, it'll make things more romantic later," I said. "Pah, who wants romance with you?" Mrs. Chen said, but she took my glass and took a sip. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses drinks," I asked her. "Okay, but no cheating." We played twenty or thirty times, winning and losing, and when we had drunk half a bottle, I lost three times in a row and drank three sips, finishing my glass. I reached for the bottle, but Mrs. Chen snatched it away: "Don't drink anymore, drinking too much is bad for your health." After saying that, she took the bottle inside, took a few steps, then turned back and poured half a glass into my cup. "If you want to drink, have a little more, but don't drink too much, it's not good for you." I reached out and stroked her hand holding the bottle, saying, "I'm so happy, this feels like home." "You still know what's good for you? I thought you'd forgotten your directions." Mrs. Chen gave me a charming smile. She gracefully walked into the kitchen. I watched her back and finished my drink in one gulp. I helped clear the dishes away. "Who needs your help? Go, go, go, go sit on the sofa. Walking around naked, it looks good, doesn't it?" Mrs. Chen punched me on the back. I chuckled and patted her chest: "Good intentions met with lightning strikes." Then I went to watch TV. After washing the dishes, Mrs. Chen went to the room to get some clothes. She draped my clothes over my shoulders, "You're such a stinky man, drinking and not wearing any clothes, be careful not to catch a cold, I'm going to take a shower." I put on my clothes and watched TV for a while, but it was quite boring. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, so I went over. The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in. I saw Mrs. Chen completely soaked, her wet hair flowing smoothly down her back, and her pubic hair clinging tightly to her mons pubis.
Mrs. Chen, caught off guard by my sudden entrance, gasped and said, "What are you doing here, you idiot?" I hung the clothes I was wearing on the hook. "Can't we shower together?" "No, it looks awful," Mrs. Chen said. I went over and embraced her body, which was covered in shower gel, and rubbed her skin with my hands. Her skin, coated in shower gel, was smooth and slippery, and felt wonderful to the touch. Mrs. Chen turned the showerhead on me. "Help me lather up with soap," I said, still caressing her body. Mrs. Chen turned around, picked up the soap, and lathered it all over my body. Our two bodies, covered in shower gel and soap, pressed together, smooth and slippery. My hands swept back and forth over Mrs. Chen's vulva, and my mouth gently bit her earlobe. Mrs. Chen leaned against my chest, letting me support her. Her hands grasped my penis and rubbed it, occasionally scratching my scrotum with her nails. My fingers also reached into Mrs. Chen's vulva, inserting a little bit, gently tapping and probing. The bathroom mirror reflected two intertwined bodies and lewd actions. Soon, my penis became erect. Because my hands were wet and stained with Mrs. Chen's shower gel, I couldn't tell if she was aroused or how much. I turned Mrs. Chen around so she was facing me. I pressed my hard penis against her genitals. Mrs. Chen moaned, "Don't go in, I'm not clean yet." My glans rubbed lightly around her vulva. Mrs. Chen laughed, "Here we go again, you're like a hungry ghost, I don't know if you're a machine or a stud donkey." You laughed and said, "You're not bad either, we're even." I reached for her vaginal opening, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust hard, my penis went in. Mrs. Chen sighed softly, "Don't do it like that, it's not easy standing." I thrust in and out, but because I was standing, I couldn't penetrate very deeply, and perhaps because of the excessive water or shower gel, my penis slipped out of her vagina several times during thrusting. Mrs. Chen leaned against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to allow me to penetrate deeper. After a hundred or two hundred thrusts, seeing that Mrs. Chen looked tired from standing on tiptoe, I lifted her onto the sink and had her sit there. Then I spread her legs as high as possible, placing the backs of her legs in the crook of my arms, and, standing on tiptoe, thrust deep into her vagina. Mrs. Chen's hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly. Her legs swayed with my thrusts, her heels hitting my lower back repeatedly. I don't know how many hundred thrusts I made, but I was drenched in sweat before I finally ejaculated inside her. Mrs. Chen pinched my nose, whether in praise or reward, I couldn't tell, "You're a ravenous wolf reincarnated from a lecherous ghost." Then she jumped off the sink, turned on the shower, and rinsed off the soap. She moved to face me, holding up her hand above my head: "Why are you so short? You're not even as tall as me." "Really? But why am I always on top?" Mrs. Chen shoved the showerhead into my hand, giggling, "You're never serious, you're such a rascal. I'm ignoring you." After washing, Mrs. Chen put on a sexy nightgown. I still wouldn't let her wear underwear or a bra. Under the light, because the nightgown was so soft, her shapely curves were vaguely visible, the two mounds of flesh above and the dark area below. I ran out of the bathroom naked as usual and sat on the sofa to watch TV. Mrs. Chen went into the room and got a large bath towel to drape over me. Then she added hot water to the tea I had just brewed, poured me a cup, and sat next to me, curling her upper body into my arms. After watching TV for a while, she turned to me and asked, "Want a smoke?" "Sure," I replied. Mrs. Chen went to the room, brought out the pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in my mouth. "What a gentle, kind, understanding, and considerate wife," I patted her bottom. "Am I really that good?" Mrs. Chen tilted her head and looked at me. "Anyone who says no, I'll be the first to argue with them." Mrs. Chen remained sitting next to me, curled up in my lap, watching TV while pinching a piece of flesh on my waist with two fingers. After a while, Mrs. Chen suddenly looked up and asked me, "Xiao Hong, in ten years, will you still want me?" "Yes," I said without hesitation. "But I'll be old then, ugly, and you'll still be young." "In my eyes, you'll never grow old. Even if you're toothless, you'll still be as beautiful and lovely as you are today." "You're not lying to me, are you? You're saying such nice things now, but when that time comes, I'm afraid you won't even answer when I call you." "How could that be? I'm more afraid you'll turn your back on me tomorrow," I said, gently stroking her back. "You really want to be with me?" she asked. "Yes, of course," I said, lowering my head to kiss her lightly. "Okay, let's make a three-point agreement." "What three-point agreement?" I asked with interest. She thought for a moment and said, "First, when there are strangers around, don't stare at me all the time. It makes people feel uneasy. And don't try to take advantage of me like you did this morning." "Okay," I said. "And the second one?" She stood up and took a few steps. "The second... the second one is not to come to my house all the time. It will give people away. You can only come once a week." She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Or, how about twice? Let me see you more often." "That works too, but what if I miss you?" "Don't interrupt," she said. "And the third one?" I asked. She paced a few more steps. "Third, third... let me think." "Oh, the second one is that when you come to my house, I'll pretend not to pay much attention to you, but don't get angry. I'm afraid my husband will become suspicious if I'm too enthusiastic." "Okay," I said. She took a few more steps and said, "The third one is that you can't be nice to other women. If I find out, I won't talk to you anymore." "Okay, with such a beautiful woman like you, how could I think about anyone else?" "This is for your own good. Many women aren't clean these days. If you're not clean, I definitely won't talk to you." "What about my wife? What will happen to her?" "Who told you to ignore your wife? I mean, other women besides Huihui and me," she said seriously. "Okay, then what will I do if I want you?" I asked her with a smile. "You idiot, can't you make a phone call?" she said. "I'll give you my phone number later." "But your husband and Huihui are always at home, they don't go on business trips," I said. "You're such a silly pig! Didn't we agree to leave work an hour early?" she said, flicking my cheek.
...Mrs. Chen hung up the phone and hugged me tightly. "Ah...you're going to die...die? It was...my husband who called...telling you to stop...stop but you wouldn't...you don't want to...don't want to live anymore!" She was still unable to speak coherently despite my vigorous thrusting. "Didn't you tell him you were watching a horror movie?" I said, my body still moving. "...Horror my ass," Mrs. Chen said. "It's a fighting movie." Mrs. Chen pressed my head down slightly with one hand and lifted her head to kiss me. I put my tongue in her mouth, sucking and swallowing with her, no longer speaking. Mrs. Chen's hips occasionally thrust and twisted, welcoming my thrusts. For the second time, I felt how incredibly hot her vulva was, as if it would melt my penis inside her. Because we had already done it several times, this time the thrusting lasted a long time before I ejaculated, and by the time we finished, both Mrs. Chen and I were covered in sweat. I lay on top of Mrs. Chen, embracing her silently for a while. Mrs. Chen grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from my back, saying, "Come on, let me wipe you." I rolled off Mrs. Chen onto the bed, spreading my limbs. Mrs. Chen wiped the sweat from my chest, then wiped her own white belly. She rested her head on my chest, one hand picking at the few hairs peeking out from under my armpit, saying, "You're so amazing." I put my arm around her shoulder, one hand touching her smooth buttocks, and asked her, "Comfortable, isn't it?" "Mmm." "How many times have you done this?" Mrs. Chen asked after a moment of silence. She started counting on her fingers: "Once in bed, once from the living room to the bed, once in the kitchen, once in the bathroom, and now again... Hey, five times already." She said with a smile. "Really!" "Can Huihui handle you?" "What?" "You're so amazing, can your wife handle it?" "With her, she's not that crazy, is she?" I replied. "I don't believe it." "Really?" I moved my hand from her buttocks to her crotch and started touching her. The semen I had just ejaculated inside her had already flowed out, smearing her vulva and inner thighs. "I haven't done it in a long time, more than three months, I think," I said. "Since my wife got pregnant, I've rarely done it. I've been saving up for so long, and I'm giving you all my essence." I said, giving her vulva a light pinch. "Ugh, you're so naughty." Mrs. Chen wiggled her buttocks. "You're not bad either, you're quite compatible with me." "I don't know why, I just missed you." Mrs. Chen kissed my chest. "Missed me, no, it should be that you missed me fucking you," I said lewdly. "I just missed you, what kind of person do you think I am?" Mrs. Chen argued. She rolled over, her upper body on top of me, her two full breasts pressed against my chest, and she propped one hand on my chest, supporting her chin as she looked at me and said, "After we did it last night, I came back and found that I didn't have an allergic reaction, I'm so excited." "Really? Why are you so excited?" "I feel like I'm finally a normal woman again, I'm so happy." "Oh, did you always think you were abnormal?" I asked. Mrs. Chen nodded: "I'm allergic to the semen of two men, I thought I was abnormal." "Then you should thank me, shouldn't you?" Mrs. Chen lowered her head and kissed my cheek, "You're so vain." "Want to sleep with me?" I asked. Mrs. Chen pinched my nose, "What do you think?" "If you don't say, it's because you don't want to. You were going to accuse me of raping you yesterday." I pretended to be unhappy and said coldly. "No, I didn't want to at first yesterday, but then I did."

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