[Making Love with a Perfect Married Woman in a Movie Theater] (The End) Author: god0817

Author: god0817
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I'm 27 years old, a soho (socially active) person, working from home, so I have a lot of free time. Sometimes when I'm bored,
I open Momo or WeChat to chat with girls nearby. I've hooked up with a few girls, but generally, the ones that are easy
to get are of low quality; it's just for fun. I'll post a thread about my experience with hooking up
with girls another day. Today, I'll tell you the story of my neighbor, a young married woman.

She's actually two years younger than me, but she got married early and had a child, so she seems mature.
Meeting her was accidental. I was out running some business and walking home towards the neighborhood when I saw a
pretty girl walking ahead of me. She was wearing a beige off-shoulder dress and high heels. Her straight, black hair was flowing over
her shoulders , and it was incredibly smooth and silky. I have a thing for girls with beautiful hair, especially straight black hair. Worried that she
might be a "back view killer" (a woman who looks bad from behind), I quickly passed her and then casually glanced back at her
face . I was immediately delighted. Her features and bust were exactly my type. Her dimples, in particular, were like
barbs piercing my heart, capable of stealing my soul.

I deliberately slowed my pace, entered the residential area with her, and then lagged behind, watching her go into a building.
Knowing building she lived in would give me a chance later.

After returning home, I used WeChat and Momo to search for nearby people whenever I had free time, hoping she might be using the same apps.
However, many days passed without finding her; the probability was not high. Just as I was about to change my strategy
, I suddenly saw her profile picture on Momo that day…

She used a photo without makeup, with slanted bangs, long eyelashes, and most importantly, those dimples that haunted my
dreams I recognized her at a glance.

What happened next is a complicated story. We got to know each other, chatted, from Momo to WeChat, and then exchanged
phone numbers. We were like old friends, sharing everything. I gradually learned about her situation: 25 years old, married,
with a three-year-old son, a full-time housewife, and her husband was a businessman. Their relationship wasn't very good, and I just kept chatting with her
, never mentioning meeting up or any other intentions. The strategy of playing hard to get is the most effective way to deal with married women,
especially those who are attractive. They've seen too many men who just want to hook up.

Finally, one day, she said, "I want to go to the movies, do you want to come?"

I waited for her to answer. Now it seems that my two months of cultivating our relationship was worthwhile.

We watched a very boring movie, and we sat in the last row, just the two of us. I gently took
her hand, but she didn't react, still looking at the screen. It seemed that tacit agreement was encouragement. I lifted the armrest
between , put one arm around her shoulder, and she finally looked at me, her eyes full of smiles and tenderness: "Did you
plan this?

" "You're the one who planned this, aren't you? You're the one who asked me out..." I said, then leaned down and kissed her lips. "

I did plan this." She was slightly breathless, and kissed me deeply with my tongue in her mouth. I also
entwined my tongue with hers, and one hand wandered up to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra! She really is a slut,
but I like it! I slipped my hand inside her collar, grasped her firm breasts, and lightly touched her nipples with my fingers. "Mmm..." she
let out a faint moan, but it was completely drowned out by the movie sound; only I could hear it. Our
tongues were still entwined, and I gently stroked her hair with my other hand—its smooth texture was my favorite.
Saliva clung to our lips, creating an increasingly hazy atmosphere.

Suddenly, I felt her hand touch my crotch. Even through my pants, I think she could sense
its position. I smiled, and she retaliated by biting my tongue—clearly shy, yet
so proactive. Unexpectedly, she wasn't satisfied with just touching me through my pants. She unzipped my pants, reached
inside , and, beyond the confines of my underwear, directly grasped my penis. I was taken aback by her bold move, but
she smiled at my kissing lips, and mischievously, she squeezed my penis hard, pulling it out.

I pulled away from her lips, looking into her smiling, lustful eyes, and pulled her close. Then, my hand
reached down to her thighs, lifted her long skirt, and slipped my hand under her crotch. A thong! When my hand touched her labia
, she gasped, leaning against my shoulder, her breath hot against my ear. My hand was covered in her juices; she was
clearly already aroused. I pulled her thong aside and touched her labia. Her
hand, which was gripping my penis, paused, seemingly lost in overwhelming pleasure.

I slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina, and she moaned uncontrollably with my movements, "Mmm..."
she breathed heavily in my ear. Suddenly, I mischievously thrust my finger all the way in, "Ah!"
she cried out, caught off guard. Luckily, it was just the two of us in the last two rows; no one knew what we were playing.

She punched my shoulder, her hand gripping my penis tightly, "You're going to die! Ah..."
Before she could express her dissatisfaction, my hand probed the inside of her vagina, increasing the speed... "Mmm.
Mmm... Ah... Gently... Mmm... Ah. Ah. Ah... Ah..." she moaned hysterically.

A few minutes later, I stopped what I was doing, held my finger up in front of her eyes, and laughed at how wet she was.
Her eyes were glazed, but she took my finger into her mouth and licked her own juices. Then, her hands unbuckled my
belt, releasing my penis completely. Before I could react, she had already bent down and taken my thick, hard
shaft into her mouth…!

Her actions caught me off guard; we were in a movie theater! But before I could think further,
a wave of pleasure washed over me. What a wonderful woman, I thought. Her oral skills weren't exactly expert,
but her tongue was incredibly agile. She licked my penis back and forth, sometimes taking the glans into her mouth, sometimes
lowering it to my testicles, her tongue moving back and forth on my thick shaft, sometimes playfully tapping
the glans with her teeth, sending me into a state of extreme sensitivity.

I looked down at her; her long, black hair was loose, covering her face and my penis in her mouth.
The lights were dim, and the male lead in the movie was still shamelessly pursuing the female lead. Meanwhile, in the last row of the theater,
no one could see that I was truly enjoying unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction. A beautiful married woman was giving me oral
sex —the thought alone was thrilling.

She was now oblivious to everything else, swallowing my entire penis. I could feel the head of my penis hitting
her throat; the feeling was exactly like vaginal intercourse, even more stimulating and intense. She…
She swallowed and spat it out, her hair swaying up and down with her movements, and waves of pleasure washed over me.

I brushed her long hair aside, watching her efforts. She looked up at me, her tongue still lingering
. I touched her face, gesturing for her to get up. Reluctantly, she released my penis, but then rose and kissed
my lips again. I could clearly feel the lewd scent on her tongue. I pulled her close, making her face forward,
lifted her skirt, and pulled off her thong. I supported her buttocks with both hands, slowly helping her sit on me, and she
cooperated by grasping my penis, aiming it at her vagina, and slowly sitting down. "Oh..." We both let out
satisfied sounds. As she sat down, my penis entered a vagina almost flooded with vaginal fluid, breaking free of the
vaginal confinement and penetrating her body completely. Her vagina was still very tight, not at all like
a woman . She turned back and smiled at me; I had finally made love to her.

I buried my face in her hair, inhaling its fragrance, my hands cupping her breasts, my penis beginning to
thrust. She moved her hips rhythmically, the sounds of fluids filling our bodies. We dared not
move too much, as there were many people in the rows ahead, and if someone turned around, they would see her
disheveled state as she sat on me. I gradually increased my speed, and she moved her hips up and down, my penis growing
larger and deeper. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." "Ah...oh...mmm..." She couldn't help but
moan , almost loud enough for those in the rows ahead to hear. She quickly covered her mouth, glancing back at me
. Our eyes met, and we tacitly gloated over what we were doing. "Ah...ah...gently...
husband, gently..." she could barely contain herself.

Hearing her call me "husband" filled me with excitement and energy. I was making love to her in a movie theater, and
her husband didn't know. Now she was calling me "husband," and I was thoroughly enjoying it. I had her turn around to face me, and we straddled each other
again , so we were face-to-face, thrusting into each other. I lifted her clothes, took her entire breast into my
mouth, licked her nipple, and thrust even harder with my lower body. She held my head, her body moving up and down
, her hair flowing back, but she dared not cry out her pleasure loudly. We did this position hundreds more times, and
I felt that she was almost exhausted, after all, it had been her doing all the moving.

So I got up and folded up the armrests of several seats, letting her lie across a row of sofas. Although
the sofas were not wide, they were quite comfortable. I pressed my body against hers and thrust into her vagina again.

Her vagina was now completely overflowing, and we began to have sex in the most primitive missionary position. "
Husband , faster... ah..." Her cries made me thrust even harder, and the sound of our collisions could definitely
be heard, but I didn't care about that now, they couldn't see us even if they looked back. "Husband...
you're so good... husband... faster... faster... I'm about to open... ah..." Her encouragement
filled strength, and I felt that I was about to come, it was time for the final sprint.

I instantly increased my speed several times over, simultaneously covering her mouth with my own to prevent her from screaming. *Thump thump thump thump…
* I felt her vagina contracting, gripping my penis tightly. My body tensed as well; I could
feel myself reaching the edge of climax. The thrusting became increasingly forceful; I felt I was about to ejaculate, and her reaction
was equally intense. She clung to me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightening, she was probably close to climaxing too. I thrust dozens more times at
maximum speed, and her mouth, which I had sealed, emitted loud sounds, "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm~~"
I wanted to pull out and ejaculate outside, but she perhaps sensed my intention and forcefully stopped me. With
a low growl, I released my semen, thick streams shooting deep into her uterus. At that moment, her
body convulsed, letting out a near-desperate "Ahhhhhh!" She had also climaxed.

Luckily, the movie was at its climax, and the noise was so loud that no one likely noticed our wanton sounds.
I lay sprawled on top of her, my penis still throbbing, each thrust feeling like it was
releasing all the pent-up energy I'd accumulated. Her vagina was still contracting in waves, her pleasure no less than mine. Her
limbs were weaker than before, limply draped over me. I looked up at her face;
it was flushed, her eyes unfocused, her lips slightly parted, and her hair was soaked with sweat. I gently kissed her lips, and
she looked up at me, smiling contentedly. She continued to hold me, my entire body still pressed against hers, I wondered if I
'd hurt her.

My penis slowly softened, but I didn't want to pull out. She, too, was contentedly enjoying the tranquility after the
pleasure . "I've put an IUD in, so you can just ejaculate inside me from now on..." she told me shyly.

From now on... hearing that word, I could practically imagine the blissful life that awaited us. It wasn't

until the movie was almost over that we got up to clean up the mess, straightening our clothes. The floor was littered with
napkins we'd used to wipe ourselves, and the seats were soaked with our semen. I hoped the next person sitting in this seat
would be a woman… I thought wickedly.

From then on, she became my lover, or rather, I became her lover… We sought every opportunity
to make love in various places—hotels, parks, groves, even the stairwell of her building.

And now, as I write this, she sits beside me, completely naked… I must go
to battle …

[The End]

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