[My Years of Hooking Up with Married Women] (01-04) Author: Xi Feng

Author: Xi Feng
Word Count: 13266

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. The following text represents the authenticity of the story and dialogue; names, appearances, jobs, and places are all fictitious.

Let me write a preface:

I broke up with my boyfriend around 2010, in a sweltering May. Hiding in an internet cafe, I waited every day for her QQ
to light up. The gloom of heartbreak enveloped me; I was a complete idiot. It was also from that time that I became like a
rutting dog, sniffing everywhere for the scent of women's bodies, occasionally fantasizing about how to have sex with them until their
feet were sore.

Having only had one relationship, my so-called first love, I was completely clueless about how to interact with men and women,
such as how to please girls, how to lure them into a carefully designed trap.

Therefore, my first hookup almost turned into an accident.

It was July 2010. A friend of mine opened a barbershop, and a young girl came to work as
an apprentice. The girl was about 20 years old, a recent high school dropout, fair-skinned and petite. At the time, I still
preferred the "loli" type, so I developed feelings for her. And, to be honest, I hadn't tasted flesh for almost four months.

So every day, under the guise of chatting with my buddies, I'd go to the shop to tease her, having her cut my hair and shave me. We
gradually became familiar. The girl wasn't shy at all, chatting casually with me about everything under the sun
, her thoughts, her future.

One afternoon, I came back from the internet cafe, and when she saw me, she suddenly leaned close to my ear with a grin and asked, "Brother,
you went to the internet cafe to watch porn, didn't you?"

I was stunned. How did she know?

She pointed to my shorts and said, "Look, there's a little wet spot right in the middle, that's obviously semen."

Hearing her say that, I looked down, and it was true. Because my genitals had been in a state of arousal at the internet cafe,
my thin shorts were soaked with semen. But I couldn't admit it, so I nonchalantly replied,
"What? It's mineral water." Mineral water is always ice-cold, and according to some kind of law, once ice water comes into contact with air,
the water droplets clinging to the bottle start to slide off. It accumulated on the table, so it naturally ran down. I didn't pay attention
at the time , but unexpectedly, it got on my shorts. "Tell me about this, haha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

The girl pouted, shushed me, and ignored me.

The scent of her body heat lingering on my neck began to linger in my mind. "

Since you're so cheerful, I'm going to take you!" I secretly resolved.

After a short but meaningful interaction, I decided to make my move one afternoon (I absolutely refused to go out at night), and arranged
to treat her to a big meal. She happily accepted.

We got a private room and started chatting casually over our meal. I intentionally or unintentionally steered the conversation
towards her love life: whether she had ever been intimate with her ex, how it happened, and
what her ex's "weapons" and "performance" were like.

She answered each question earnestly. Perhaps due to a lack of sexual experience, she
couldn't .

Seeing a good chance, I urged her to have a beer, but she refused.

Undeterred, I tentatively touched her hand; it was soft, and she didn't pull away. This emboldened me
, and I suddenly embraced her. The scent of shampoo in her hair filled my nostrils, which was quite pleasant. She
abruptly pushed me away, her eyes instantly reddening, and said, "Brother, we haven't reached that stage yet.

" What stage? I didn't care, and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled fiercely, and I began to use my hands on her breasts.
Her breasts weren't large, just enough to be grasped in one hand. She patted my back, muttering something.

My hand reached towards her genitals; they were sticky, and judging from the sensation, she didn't have much pubic hair.

I started to unbuckle my belt, and in that moment, she suddenly stood up, wiping the saliva from her mouth with her right hand, and said
seriously , "If you continue like this, we'll completely break off our relationship." I wanted to deepen our relationship, but your actions
disgusted me. I'm sorry, I have to go.

But how could I let go of a woman I'd already won over? I softened my stance and tried to soothe her: "
Don't worry , I was just driven by lust, I'm sorry.

" I took her hand. Her eyes were red, and she said, "I have to go home, let's talk on QQ."

With that, she shook off my arm, opened the door without looking back, and left.

I sat there, stunned, staring at the food and drinks on the table, suddenly terrified—if she
told my friends I raped her, my reputation would be ruined! Thankfully, she didn't tell anyone; she just
deleted my QQ account and never contacted me again.

This incident made me realize two things: 1. When a girl says no, she means no, especially before any relationship is
established ; 2. You can't force a girl to do things she doesn't want to do, especially sex.

I hope my fellow men will remember this.

Not long after, I met my first real casual sex partner.

(1)

Let's call her A.

I added A through the "People Nearby" feature. At that time, I had just bought an iPhone 4 and
was constantly browsing "People Nearby," and also frantically joining couples' groups (I'll tell you about this later). After becoming friends, we
exchanged photos. She was a mother of a five-year-old child, with a full figure. She said she was separated from her husband and planned to
divorce him.

I thought, a young woman who had experienced sex and had a child, separated from her husband, wasn't she in need of emotional and
sexual intimacy? So I launched my offensive.

She told me the reason for her separation from her husband: the two of them did not have a free love relationship, but were
introduced . Like all relationships, they were very close at the beginning, and her husband loved her. After having a child,
her husband's true nature began to show—not only did he not work, but he also asked her for money to gamble, and he basically didn't touch her at night.
This made her very distressed. At first, she thought she could influence her husband through her own efforts, making
breakfast and dinner after work. She did all the housework herself, and gave all the money she earned to her husband.

However, like the story of Du Shiniang, the heroine didn't move the hero; instead, it emboldened him. A's
husband occasionally touches her, but it's extremely rough. According to her description, he usually just pulls down
her pants and thrusts in without any regard for her needs. She told me that her genitals always hurt intensely.

It wouldn't make sense if it didn't hurt; the importance of foreplay lies in getting both partners erect—many men believe that as long as...
Simply inserting it into the vagina is a very wrong sexual concept. Women also need an erection. The part of the female clitoris that is erect
is called the clitoris. Only when the clitoris is erect can it secrete relevant fluids to increase lubrication. This
avoids the roughness of friction and the potential skin tearing problems (the skin of the female vagina is very delicate).

This caused her a lot of pain, so she simply separated completely and solemnly proposed a divorce.

After listening to her, I expressed my sympathy and comforted her, saying: I can make you happy. You
can go wherever you want, and I will pay for it, or we can split the cost.

Perhaps she had been suppressing her feelings for too long, she suggested going to karaoke, preferably in the next few days.

So we arranged a time.

To make her happy, I said: I can read palms, can I look at your palm?

She sent me a picture of her palm without hesitation, and I pretended to comment on it, which made her very happy.
Actually, I just wanted to see if her fingers were long and slender, imagining her fingers running on my penis.

At the agreed time, we took the same bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I saw her,
sat down, and immediately took her hand. She tried to pull away, but I chuckled and said, "Let me see your palm lines again;
it's not clear in the photo."

I whispered in her ear so no one else could hear. A guy sitting not
far from us stared wide-eyed at me taking her hand, his eyes full of admiration.

How naive! Young people should learn something; don't always think you can just flirt and expect a young girl to let you hold her hand.

When we arrived at our stop, we didn't let go of each other's hands and went straight into a karaoke bar.

The karaoke bar was nearly empty. We got a small private room, and they gave us eight bottles of wine and a fruit platter.

She sang, I drank, and I watched her.

She was rather plump; I guess girls with large breasts tend to be on the heavier side. But
she ; she was fairly well-proportioned.

Her legs were relatively short, but thankfully, she wore high heels and hot shorts, which made them appear longer.

Her skin was fair, but not particularly smooth. She had short hair. Her thin white tank top was stained with sweat, and her flesh-colored bra
was faintly visible .

She turned around, looked at me, and smiled, asking loudly, "Why aren't you singing?"

I shook my head, gesturing for her to continue, and moved closer to her.

The air conditioning started to pick up, and it was a bit chilly; she unconsciously snuggled into my arm.

The atmosphere became ambiguous, and my lower body reacted, hard as a rock, deliberately pressing against her buttocks.

She didn't react, continuing to sing loudly.

After finishing two bottles of beer, she handed me the microphone, saying excitedly, "You sing too, let me hear
your voice." Ah, I haven't been to a karaoke bar in years. The last time I came here was
before Niu Niu (her daughter's nickname) was born, with my friends.

I said into the microphone, "If you like, I'll invite you every week."

She didn't respond, just urged me to sing quickly. "

Sing what? Do you think I'm even in the mood to sing now? I want to eat you!"

She still feigned singing Jay Chou's "Rosemary," and clapped a few times.

I sat down, embraced her, and kissed her earlobe.

She didn't flinch, nor did she respond.

She acquiesced! I felt a surge of excitement. My penis hardened, a strong urge to ejaculate welling up.

Her earlobe was thick; I gently kissed it with my tongue, my fingers roaming over her arm. Her
voice trembled slightly as she sang.

I grew bolder, my fingers moving from her arm to her breasts. Large, soft, I
gently pinched her erect nipples. My other hand moved to her thigh, rubbing her inner
thigh repeatedly.

She put down the microphone, turned to look at me, and our fiery gazes met. After a moment of eye contact,
she closed her eyes, her mouth emitting soft breaths.

I extended my tongue and began to tease hers, our tongues intertwining.

Our movements became hurried and rough, but I still tried to restrain myself.

I lifted her tank top, pushed her bra up, and took her nipple into my mouth. The nipple was large, and in
the dim light, it was a dark black. This was normal pigmentation.

My mouth moved lower, and her breathing quickened. I unbuttoned her shorts; perhaps it was the heat,
or perhaps her vagina had been sealed for too long, but a hot, pungent smell filled my nose. I enjoyed the smell.

Her panties were thin and small, barely covering her pubic hair. And her pubic hair was soft, long, and
thick. I was delighted; so much pubic hair was proof that she was sexually active.

I ripped off her shorts, pulled her panties aside, and touched her. I laughed: her vagina
was overflowing with fluids.

Like me, she had been trying to hold back. At this point, oral sex was unnecessary; what we needed
was the most intense penetration. Technique and gentleness should be forgotten.

But I still wanted to tease her.

I took off my underwear, climbed on top of her, and whispered in her ear, "Can I go in?"

She gasped and didn't answer.

I chuckled, put my fingers on her clitoris, and rubbed them repeatedly. Her gasps rose even higher.

I continued, "Can I go in?"

She couldn't take it anymore and kissed me fiercely, saying, "Go in, go in quickly, please!"

Having been deprived of sex for so long, I quickly aimed and thrust in without a word.

Because she had given birth, and her already abundant vaginal fluid acted as lubricant, it went in very easily.
After I entered her, her body stiffened for about a second, and her whimpers stopped. Then, she
began to moan loudly.

I just kept my head down and fucked her hard, completely disregarding her feelings.

After about three minutes, I felt I was about to finish, pulled out my penis, and ejaculated on her face. When I
was , I liked to ejaculate on her face, and I gradually developed this habit.

She bit her finger, panting heavily, semen trickling down her brow and into her mouth. She was
trembling , and I held her. Women need some time to linger after sex, and during this time, it's best for the man
to hold her, as it makes it easier to deepen the bond.

Once she calmed down, she picked up a bottle of water and asked me to wash her face. Then, naked, she nestled in my
arms and said, "How could you give in so quickly? I thought it would take ten minutes!"

I laughed out loud and replied: Didn't you say before that holding hands was allowed? Why are you letting me in?
Where to go?

She waved her pink fists wildly at my chest and said coquettishly that she hated me.

I looked at the time, it was almost 3 pm, and the time for the KTV room was almost up. So I said to her:
Shall we go to a hotel tonight?

She shook her head, hugged my neck tightly, and said: Can you add another hour? I have to go back tonight. Niu Niu
still wants to sleep with me.

(2)

She hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe, and I was too embarrassed to interrupt her tenderness, so I turned my head to the side and
asked her: How long has it been since you were fucked?

Since we were already naked in front of each other, I also revealed my nature of liking to swear before and after sex.

A pouted, snorted, and replied: You men are all the same, you all like to swear. What fuck
, slut, right? How many girls have you fucked? Why is your dick still so hard?

My penis immediately reacted to her words. I liked her swearing. What kind of
sex ?

I reached for her breasts, pinched her long nipples, and joked, "Yeah, who doesn't swear?
The swearier, the more you women like it! Tell me, how long has it been since you last got fucked?"

She chuckled and replied, "How long? More than half a year, I guess. He doesn't like to fuck me, and I
don't like him to fuck me either. His penis is limp, and we only do it three to five times a month. I'm a woman too, and when I have sexual needs,
I secretly touch myself. Once I touched myself too hard and woke up my daughter, almost letting her see my pussy. You
tell me, being a woman is so hard, you have to masturbate in secret. Unlike you men, you can just spend some money to find a prostitute when you need to."

After she finished speaking, I let go of her arm and said, "I'm going to add two hours, I'll come back and we'll continue talking,
don't put on any clothes, okay?

If someone sees me without clothes and rapes me, you'll have to pay me back!" she scolded playfully.

I readily agreed, thinking: seeing you get raped a few times wouldn't be a loss for me.

After the service, she was half-lying on the sofa drinking water. The dim lighting made her thick pubic hair even more
mysterious . By then, my strength had almost returned, and I quickly took off my clothes and hugged her.

"Do you like oral sex?" I asked.

"No problem," she answered with a soft moan as her tongue filled my mouth.

This time, I decided to have some fun with her. While she stroked my penis with her hand, I stood up and pressed my penis
against her mouth. Her lips were thin and didn't cover her lips well. Fortunately, her tongue was very skillful, and her
touches, licks, and licks on the glans were decent. I guess she must have taken her husband's penis quite a bit when we first got married.

After my penis was fully erect, I pushed her down on the sofa and started licking her
vagina .

I hadn't paid much attention to the details the first time I fucked her, but now that I was playing with her carefully, I realized that her labia were very thick, though
not very large. Her clitoris was now exposed, easily teased with fingers and licked with the tongue.

I deliberately avoided her clitoris, gently biting and pulling at her labia with my teeth. Soon, she began
to tremble , her mouth still stuffed with my penis, making muffled noises and occasionally slapping my buttocks with her palms.
To test her limits, I suddenly lowered my hips, shoving my penis completely into her mouth for
a deep throat.

After about three seconds, I pulled out abruptly, and she gasped loudly, slapping my buttocks hard.

Damn slut, she doesn't even mind deep throat! I secretly congratulated myself on finding a worthy partner, a suitable
sex partner. It was just that the environment was too complicated, and I couldn't see her face clearly, which made me a little regretful; we should have gone to a hotel for our date.

Thinking of this, I sped up my foreplay, sliding my tongue back and forth over her wet, slick pussy,
pretending to accidentally lick her clitoris.

Each time I "accidentally" licked her clitoris, she would tremble violently, and her vaginal fluids would increase
even more . Saliva mixed with her vaginal fluid made her long, thick pubic hair look both messy and incredibly sexy.

She started pleading: "Stop it, you'll kill me if you keep going.

" I was determined to arouse her intense desire, asking her: "Then what should we do?"

"What should we do?" "Put it in, okay?"

"With what?

" "With... oh, you're so mean, with... with your dick, okay?"

"No, your voice is too soft."

Her head was buried in my crotch, unable to lift it for a moment. She wanted to speak, but felt quite ashamed and didn't know
what to do. I wanted to humiliate her, to make her completely open up next time we talked and made love. "

Tell me, what do you want me to put in?" After asking, my mouth suddenly sucked on her clitoris. She
let out a cry of surprise, and a gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my nose. Holy crap! Is that a squirt? I was thrilled.
Just as I was about to verify further, she interrupted me. "

I'm about to go home, if you don't hurry, we won't be able to play!" She spat out my dick and said urgently.

I thought it made sense; there's plenty of time. I'll arrange to meet her at a hotel next time and observe her properly.

So I got up, my hard cock erect, and had her spread her legs. I slowly inserted it and began to thrust in and out.
She closed her eyes, letting out soft moans through her nose, seemingly enjoying it.

We were in a semi-sitting position, with her leaning back on the sofa and me kneeling in front of her.
After my cock had gotten used to her pussy again, I had her turn around and started doggy style.

This time, I sped up.

As soon as she turned around, like a virgin, I eagerly aimed at her vaginal opening and
shoved in, pulling it out without hesitation and then thrusting it in again as quickly as possible.

She hadn't expected me to do it this way, and was clearly unaccustomed to it the first time. She took a deep breath to
suppress the urge to moan loudly. Then she covered her mouth and screamed.

I didn't care; what I needed now was to thrust violently, as violently as possible.

I felt her juices flowing down my penis and onto my thighs, gradually making "slapping" sounds.
This meant that my penis and her cunt had achieved a certain level of fit.

Three minutes passed like this, and my stamina began to writhe. She was writhing wildly, showing no
sign of letting me stop. I patted her beautiful back, signaling for her to be on top while I was on the bottom. She
nodded , immediately arching her back, her feet on the sofa, and began moving up and down.

This was the first time I'd experienced the woman-on-top position. Because my ex-girlfriend was too conservative, in our limited
sexual encounters, we'd only ever tried doggy style.

But I'm used to woman-on-top, firstly because I have no initiative, and secondly because it feels uncomfortable, and my glans hurts from fucking.

A minute later, I gave up and whispered in her ear: "Let's change positions."

What position? I had her stand up, one hand on the wall, and I lifted her right leg onto my shoulder.
But since it was also our first time trying this, it didn't work well, and she quickly lost interest.

There was no other way but to use the traditional position to finish the job.

I wanted to ejaculate in her mouth, but afraid she wouldn't agree, I raised my demands: "I want to ejaculate inside your pussy
, okay?"

She shook her head frantically, panting, and said: "I...I haven't had my tubal ligation yet...I'm afraid something will happen...

What should I do then?" "You have to ejaculate in one place, right?" I asked slowly.

"Ejaculate...ejaculate on my stomach...okay...ah~ Ah...

of course not, tell me where to ejaculate, or I'll ejaculate inside your pussy.

You watch, I don't care, I like it wherever you ejaculate!" She took a deep breath and quickly replied.

I was incredibly smug. I quickly pulled out my penis, aimed it at her panting mouth, and shoved it inside.

She looked surprised for a moment, then realized what was happening and slapped my buttocks a few times, the slaps
stinging .

My penis twitched in her hot mouth; her tongue was probably trying to prevent the semen from flowing down her throat, but it
kept brushing against my glans, which aroused me even more. After a few thrusts, I did a deep throat again and then pulled out
.

A KTV isn't a place for sex, after all; I couldn't go too far.

After pulling out my penis, she didn't rush to spit out the semen. Instead, she found a napkin, spat it all onto
the napkin, and threw it in the trash can. Then, she picked up a bottle of mineral water and started rinsing her mouth.

As I got dressed, I asked her, "What's that smell?"

"It stinks!" she said angrily. "

Impossible! I drank several glasses of milk before coming here, how could it smell bad?"

"Oh dear! You confessed! You were up to no good from the start, humph!"

I walked over with a mischievous grin and hugged her, saying seriously, "Ah, I really like you. After your divorce, I should be the first person you
think of . I'll marry you.

" "Get lost! I don't want you to marry me. A man like you, who's always hooking up with women, is the most restless."

Receiving her negative reply, I breathed a sigh of relief. If a hookup turned into a relationship, that would be terrible. I'd give
myself full marks for my acting!

When we parted at the station, she bought me an ice cream. As soon as I got on the train, she texted me on QQ: "
Semen tastes sweet. Eat it all next time!"

I chuckled. Next time, I'll probably make you drink it all!

3.

It was already evening when I got home. My mother had prepared dinner and was waiting for my father to come home from work. She asked if I enjoyed the movie
, and I replied that I did.

Usually, when I'm hooking up with someone in the same city, I'll use watching a movie as an excuse to go out. "You mean my job?" "I
'll tell ."

Lying in bed, I reviewed today's events and confirmed the following: 1. A
will be my long-term casual sex partner until I find the next one; 2. Although her technique isn't great,
she doesn't mind a little "training" in bed; 3. She's worth developing; 4. Once developed, her libido will be
several times higher than it is now; 5. I need to work out. The standing position today didn't bring us both pleasure, which is a health signal
from , and I need to pay attention.

After thinking it over, I was about to go to sleep when my QQ rang.

I picked it up and, sure enough, it was from A.

"Are you home?" A asked.

"Yes, what about you?"

"I've been home for a while, but you didn't even answer me, hmph."

"No, I just took a shower."

"Where did you take a shower? Let me see, hehe."

I sent her a picture of an unresponsive penis.

"So soft? No fun, I wanted to observe this little guy more closely."

"Send me your pussy, and my little guy will get hard."

"Get lost, you fucked me and you still want to see my pussy, so horny, humph."

"I've already fucked you, why can't I see it?"

"Really want to see?" "

Yes."

"Then go ahead and think about it, haha."

"Tch."

After arguing for a while, she said she was going to have dinner with her daughter and asked me to wait for her. I wanted to go to sleep, but I was afraid that
if I fell asleep and ignored her, it would cause her to misunderstand—after all, I had just fucked her during the day, and ignoring her at night
would make her feel disappointed and reinforce the feeling that "you just wanted to fuck me." This kind of mentality is very
detrimental to future hookups.

So, I started reading Wang Zengqi's collection of works, "The Death of the Swan." Mr.

Wang was an interesting old man who loved to eat and cook. Having eaten so many dishes, his cooking skills
must be above average. Men as interesting as Mr. Wang are extremely rare among Chinese men. This isn't meant to discourage
our male friends, but we must acknowledge the facts.

In my limited experience with divorce cases, most breakups stemmed from husbands' lack of romance. For example,
a 25-year-old friend of mine, during her pregnancy, had a husband who frequently stayed out overnight. When he returned, he would simply pull down
her underwear and have a quick, perfunctory sexual encounter. He didn't care about her feelings, and
probably didn't even care about the safety of their unborn child.

And that wasn't all; off-bed, it was even worse—during her pregnancy, she ate instant noodles! Her husband
even called it "love noodles." Love noodles, my foot! It's outrageous! How can a man like that
understand romance? How can a woman have confidence in him?

Another example is a woman who recently sought advice from me about relationships. She's facing a major problem: her husband not only
refuses to let her perform oral sex but also refuses to use lubricant.

This is terrible.

It's common knowledge that oral sex isn't just about mutual pleasure; saliva acts as a lubricant,
increasing enjoyment and preventing pain caused by dryness—which is a minor issue
compared to the potential for vaginal tearing in some women.

Unfortunately, some men in China don't understand this. Furthermore, sex education in China is not widespread, leading many
to have a natural aversion to sex toys, viewing them as obscene, filthy, and immoral.

But what does morality have to do with sex? When you have sex with your partner, it should be enjoyable, or at least enjoyable
with the goal of procreation. If it's not enjoyable, what kind of sex is it?

A while ago, a high school sophomore girl messaged me on a website: "Hi, I'm a high school sophomore
girl , and I've been masturbating for over four years, usually more than three times a day. My underwear is always soaking wet.
I know this is bad and will affect my studies, but I really don't know what to do, and I don't want to find a sex partner.
Help !"

This is quite troublesome. First, this girl is still in her sophomore year of high school, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old,
and doesn't have a clear understanding of sex; second, she doesn't have personal space—she lives in a dormitory; third,
based on her description, she already shows signs of early-stage "sex addiction."

After thinking about it, I gave a brief reply: My personal suggestion is that if you have the means, rent a place outside the dorm
and buy a dildo or vibrator to experience vaginal orgasms, avoiding clitoral orgasms. If you don't have this option, you can buy
a very quiet vibrator and masturbate in the bathroom or with the doors and windows closed. You are currently only experiencing clitoral orgasms, and even a little
friction can cause your libido to surge. Therefore, you need to use a vibrator or dildo to
experience vaginal orgasms. Also, don't be ashamed; satisfying your sexual desires isn't shameful. Anyway,

back to the point.

After reading for a while, I felt sleepy. I have a habit of taking a nap during the day, and if I can't nap during the day, I'm more likely to
feel sleepy and go to bed early.

So, I texted her—

"Baby, haven't you finished eating yet? I'm sleepy."

After a while, A replied:

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy. I was planning to have a deep chat with you tonight!"

I thought, well, this girl will definitely send me nude photos tonight. Well, I didn't get
a good look at her at the karaoke bar during the day. So, I quickly said—

"I've been waiting for you. Who knew you'd eat so slowly? Are you a cow?"

"Yeah, you're a pig, hahaha."

"Tch, when are you going to finish eating?"

"Soon, I'm having my daughter sleep with my mother-in-law tonight, I'm talking to her about it."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid your husband will rape you in the middle of the night?" "

He wouldn't dare! If he tries to force himself on me, I'll bite his penis off."

Seeing this, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower, you should too, see you in a bit," A sent this message.

Taking a shower...that makes sense, I've been sweating so much during the day, my skin feels sticky.

When I got back from showering, A had already sent me three messages—

"Are you done showering? He almost raped me while I was showering, it was disgusting! Aren't you done yet?"

"How did he rape you?"

"He suddenly opened the bathroom door, his butt was naked, and he was staring straight at me. I knew what he wanted to do, so I said no
today . He wouldn't listen, he touched my breasts, touched my pussy, and tried to fuck me with his dick, but I pushed him away.

" "Not bad, your man still respects you."

"This isn't respect, he's obviously too scared. I have something on him."

"Oh my, something on him? What does your husband do? Is he in politics or business?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him anymore, let's talk about us. You were pretty strong today, I haven't had
sex , you're really good."

"Hehe, how many times did you orgasm?"

"To be honest, I orgasmed more than twice before you even entered me the first time. You're a bad guy, biting someone's
ear , don't you know that area is sensitive?"

"I don't know. You didn't even provide an instruction manual so I could know where you're sensitive and I
could avoid you, haha."

"Ugh, you men are all the same, like dogs seeing a bone when you see a woman."

"Well, I am indeed a dog, and you are the bone in my mouth."

"Shameless."

"Let me see your body, I didn't observe you properly during the day."

"Observe properly? You scared me to death. This is my first time having sex in a KTV. What if someone finds out..."

"So what if they find out? I don't even know you."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Do you feel stimulated?"

"Hmm... otherwise I wouldn't have orgasmed so many times."

"You made my dick hard, hurry up and send me a picture of your pussy."

"No way, what if you spread it around? I'm not that open-minded."

"Oh, then I'll send you a picture of my dick first, you can observe it properly."

"My pussy is a little itchy, it's all your fault... send it to me, I can't see clearly during the day, but it feels quite
thick."

My dick isn't big, and when erect, it's barely about 14cm. A few minutes later, she
replied.

"It's quite thick, but it doesn't feel very big."

"Big or small, as long as it makes you orgasm, that's fine."

"Hmm... since you sent it, I'll send it too, but promise, don't share it."

"Don't worry, come on, baby, let me take a good look."

4.

I vaguely remember her phone was a Lenovo LePhone, the camera quality was pretty bad, but it was still clear enough.
In the photo, A used two fingers to spread her vulva open, the vulva was convex-shaped, the clitoris was huge, it should be erect.

The labia were different sizes, the pigmentation made it look a bit disgusting, but also addictive. The larger
labia were thicker, I felt that what I was biting with my teeth during the day was probably this larger labia.

Looking further inside, the flesh was tender, and because of the moisture, the light reflected off it, further increasing
the urge for men to stick out their tongues and lick it.

Under this red flesh was a small opening—the vaginal opening. Her vaginal opening was very small, about
the width of a little finger could fit in.

Because her hands were covering her vulva, I couldn't see her pubic hair, but based on my experience during the day, her pubic hair was
long and plentiful.

"Hey, didn't you just have a baby? Why is your vaginal opening so narrow?" I asked her.

"Who knows? Anyway, I had a natural birth."

"Let's arrange a time to go to a hotel."

"I'm available anytime, I don't work anyway."

"I'll ejaculate inside your cunt."

"If you get pregnant, you'll take responsibility."

"Okay, I'll take full responsibility."

We chatted about other random things for a long time, and I don't remember much of it.

We'll just get to the point.

Three days later, we met at a hotel in the city. Since she had to go home that night, we checked into the room around
nine .

I remember this day quite clearly because she bought a set of sexy lingerie. I'm not into that kind of thing, but...
It was the usual compliment.

"Wow! So pretty!"

"I haven't even put it on yet."

"You're pretty even without it."

"You're disgusting, it sounds so fake."

"Why did you think of buying this?"

"I've always liked it, but my husband didn't."

"You're so slutty

." "Don't you men like this?"

I pushed her down on the bed and started groping her through her clothes.

"Ugh, you're so annoying, I'm taking a shower."

"A shower? Let me wash you with my saliva."

Saying that, I took off her half-sleeved vest. She was wearing denim shorts (not the last pair) and
a pair of high heels that must have been ten centimeters. No stockings.

"You're so dirty, let me get up."

"No way," I pressed her down hard, talking as I kissed her earlobe and mouth, my hands repeatedly
rubbing her thighs.

She struggled violently for a while, but seeing it was useless, she started to enjoy it.

I chuckled, my fingers slowly unbuttoning her shorts, and when my right hand went inside, I froze.

Seeing that I wasn't continuing, she covered her mouth and burst into laughter, like a child who had successfully pulled a prank.

"What's wrong with you? So intense?" I asked her, my heart pounding.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked. Whether from laughing or from feeling something, her face flushed
bright red.

This woman... wasn't wearing underwear! Not wearing underwear, traveling for over half an hour from home to the hotel,
she's got guts! For some reason, I felt a thrill of exhibitionism and discipline. I

quickly pulled off her shorts, but they got caught on her high heels and wouldn't come off for a moment.

"Untie your shoes! You idiot," she scolded playfully.

I hurriedly untied her shoelaces, took off her shorts, and then put her high heels back on.

"Why are you making me put my shoes back on?"

"For the thrill," I said, not bothering to explain, and kissed her vulva.

"Ah~ So good! You're so amazing~"

My cock was already swollen so badly that I couldn't hear what she was saying at all. I just wanted to fuck her as soon as possible,
fuck her hard.

Fuck this slut who came to see me without wearing underwear.

She must have showered before coming; her cunt didn't smell at all, but instead had a very fresh shower gel
scent .

I used my hands to forcefully spread her cunt open, my tongue going in and out, thrusting repeatedly. She moaned and groaned, her legs
naturally wrapping around my head, her hands pressing on top of my head, her mouth indistinctly calling out "husband."

After giving her oral sex for a while, I stood up, grabbed her arms, and made her take my
cock .

"Eat! Slut, call me husband."

My cock swirled in her mouth, and she responded indistinctly, "Husband, ooh ooh ooh..."

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and beads of sweat appeared on her back as well. Damn, the hotel's air conditioning is really weak.

There were sounds as she sucked my cock, and then I did a deep throat, lasting at least five seconds.

"Cough cough cough~ You're going to kill me!" she asked angrily after spitting out my penis.

"To die under a penis is to be a romantic ghost, isn't that what the ancients always taught us?" I started
talking nonsense .

She rolled her eyes at me, touching my penis with one hand and my nipple with the other.

"Wife, I miss you so much, what are you doing now?"

"Eating bad people's penises."

"Calling husband."

"...Eating husband's penis.

" "Is husband's penis delicious?"

"Mmm, delicious, better than real husband's penis.

" "Hehe, do you want husband to fuck you?"

"Yes, I want it so badly."

"Stand up, yes, put your arms on the sofa, raise your butt, lower your waist, yes, like that." After saying that,
my penis pressed against her cunt and suddenly thrust in.

She was wearing high heels, her legs were spread wide, and her cunt had been empty for a long time. This sudden thrust made her
whole body tremble violently, and her legs involuntarily went weak.

Soon, there was a "slap slap slap" sound.

"Your cunt's so hot, huh? Need a man to fuck you?"

"Ahhh, need... need my husband's cock to fuck me."

Just then, her phone rang. The air went silent.

She turned to look at me, and I looked at her, unsure what to do.

Back then, I wasn't as ruthless as I am now, and my heart suddenly tightened. This was probably what they call the mindset of having
an affair , feeling like I'd done something wrong.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, I calmed down and shuffled my phone out of my bag with the click of my heels.

"Hello, oh, why aren't you at work? Of course I'm out having fun, what's it to you? Who are you?
Heh , why didn't you say you were my husband when I was in confinement?"

So it was her husband. Thinking about how their relationship was practically over, my nervousness disappeared.
Watching her keep talking, a bold idea popped into my head.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, saying something impatiently.

I walked over, took her hand, and placed it on my penis.

She was surprised at first, then understood what I wanted to do. She lightly slapped my penis and then helped me
masturbate.

"What do you mean, 'my mom' or 'your mom'? We have nothing in common. I hope this ends here." After saying that, she kissed my
penis.

The male voice on the other end of the phone rose a few decibels, as if I heard some curses.

"XX, let me tell you, you've wronged me more than once before. If you really turn against me, don't blame me for
being ruthless . To be honest, I won't let you get a single penny."

This woman is pretty fierce...

I put my penis to her mouth, and she stuck out her tongue and licked it. I felt unsatisfied and was afraid she
would end the call early, so I squatted down and sucked on her pussy a few times.

Because it was already wet before, and my penis had stirred inside her pussy a few times, her pussy had become
less sensitive, but it was very hot, as if it was ready to orgasm at any moment.

I pushed her down on the bed, and she obediently opened her legs, spreading her pussy with her hands, waiting for my penis.

"I'm telling you again, I really don't care about your little bit of money, but I'm not happy about it, so I won't give you a single cent!"

As soon as she finished speaking, my penis shoved in again, which made her gasp and
glare at me with her eyes wide open.

Hehe, that's the feeling I wanted. I'd only ever seen similar scenes in AVs before, where a woman is
having an when her husband suddenly calls, so she gets fucked by her lover while on the phone.

I never thought my first hookup would turn out like this.

"You... have nothing to say, goodbye." Because of my aggressive advances, she couldn't form a complete sentence and could only
listen to the other person, so she had to hang up.

"Are you crazy! If he finds out, I'm finished!" she complained, still making
moaning sounds.

"What are you afraid of? Just say you..." Before she could finish, her phone rang again.

I didn't need to guess; it was her husband.

She didn't want to answer, so I advised her, "It's better to talk things out. You might not get another chance like this."
Actually , I didn't know what had happened between them, but judging from their tone, it was definitely about divorce.

She gestured for me to stop fucking her, and I pretended to agree, slowing down.

"What else do you want to say? Are you sick? I'll raise our daughter."

Just then, I suddenly sped up my thrusting, and the "slap slap slap" sound rang out again. She immediately pulled
the blanket over her head to prevent her husband on the other end from hearing the sounds of my thrusting.

How could I let this opportunity slip by? I threw the blanket onto the floor with all my might and continued to fuck her hard. The "
slap slap slap " sound rang out again, and she covered the phone receiver, her face contorted into
a crumpled mess of excitement, fear, and tension.

The less she cried out, the more excited I became, and the harder and faster I thrust.

Half a minute later, she couldn't hold back anymore and hurriedly hung up the phone, "Ahhhhh, you're so vicious, ahhhh,
so good, I love this feeling."

Her vagina was getting hotter and hotter, as if boiling water had been poured over it. I knew she was about to climax.
I quickly stopped my thrusting and changed to slow, gentle movements.

"Ah~" she gasped for breath, her face flushing even more.

After less than a minute of slow, gentle thrusting, I accelerated my attack, this time aiming for a complete orgasm.

"Ah~ I'm going to die~ Husband, I love you so much~" she cried out incoherently beneath me, her breasts heaving
, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

I felt the time was right, so I pulled my penis out of her vagina, inserted my index and middle fingers, and began to thrust roughly and
forcefully .

With a "whoosh," her vagina gushed out its first stream of vaginal fluid, but not much, and not high. I lifted her
buttocks, my fingers continuing to explore inside, trying to touch her G-spot.

"No!" I don't know where she got the strength, but she suddenly sat up, gripping my arm with her hands,
trying to stop my movements.

How could I let this opportunity slip by? Women, just before orgasm, instinctively want men to stop
thrusting , to avoid the brief mental blank caused by the intense orgasm.

My arm was like the landing gear of an airplane taking off; what strength could stop its extension and contraction?

Although my fingers were already sore, I knew I couldn't give up now.

Sure enough, after about ten seconds, she suddenly let out a heart-wrenching "Ah!" and then time seemed
to stand still.

Gushes of vaginal fluid began to gush from her vagina, low but beautiful, the fluid
flowing down my fingers to my elbow before dripping onto the floor.

She stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly, her whole body trembling. She mumbled something indistinctly,
unintelligible . We were both covered in sweat, sticking together.

She held me like that, motionless, only her heavy breathing audible.

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