I secretly slept with a respectable woman.

Back in 1997, I ran a nightclub. Business was decent, but to evade some taxes, I hired an accountant named Mei. She was 43 years old, on the plump side, about 167 cm tall, with short hair and a round face. She had a pretty smile, but overall, she looked quite ordinary. The first time I saw her, I didn't have any particular interest; she seemed like a respectable woman. She didn't usually work for me; her job was just to keep the monthly accounts right. She would come in for about 3 to 5 days a month. After about two months, we started chatting occasionally, mostly about normal topics. I learned that her husband was a mid-level official with some power. My interest in her stemmed from a friend needing something done through her husband. I went to Mei and asked if she could help. She readily agreed. Soon after, the matter was resolved. My friend was quite happy, saying that I was in the entertainment industry and had connections. He even gave me gifts worth 5,000 to 6,000 yuan to give away. I called Mei; she was home alone. I rushed over with the gifts. When I arrived, she saw the huge pile of presents I was carrying and asked, "What are you doing?" I simply thanked her for her help. She poured me a cup of tea, and I sat there for a while. Then I had to leave. She said, "I'll leave the gifts. Take two cartons of cigarettes with you." Her husband doesn't smoke. She took the cigarettes and offered them to me, which I politely declined. Then I touched her chest and was startled. She didn't react, just glanced at me. So I didn't refuse anymore, took the cigarettes, and said goodbye. I called my friend when I got back and asked him to come and get the cigarettes. My friend refused to take them back, so I got two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes for free. That night, I kept thinking about it. This woman seemed restless. But I didn't know where to start. She was someone of status, after all. What if she couldn't handle it? That would be troublesome. At that time, I had a particular fondness for middle-aged women. Thinking of her full breasts, I was incredibly excited. I thought, "Let's give it a try; if it doesn't work out, so be it." About half a month passed like this. We ran into each other a few times, and I wanted to invite her to dinner a few times, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to say it. About 20 days later, one evening, I finally mustered the courage to call her and invite her and her husband to dinner. She said on the phone that her husband rarely ate at home; he was often out socializing. I said, "If it's convenient for you, come over." She thought for a moment and asked, "Where should we go?" I suggested the XX Hotel. She said okay and asked me to wait for her in the hotel lobby. I readily agreed and rushed over. When I arrived at the hotel, I booked a private room and went back to the lobby to wait for her. Not long after, she arrived by taxi. I went to greet her. She seemed to have dressed up deliberately. Let me tell you the time; it was July. She was wearing a short-sleeved white silk blouse and a black skirt. The more I looked at her, the more alluring she became. I said, "Let's go upstairs," and we went to the private room together. I asked her to order, and she ordered several dishes, quite exquisite, showing she was knowledgeable about food. I asked if she wanted wine or fruit juice. She said it was up to her. I ordered a bottle of Yunnan Red wine. We ate and chatted. Before all the dishes were served, we had already finished a bottle of wine. We ordered two more. She didn't say anything, only that she usually didn't drink, but she was making an exception today. I quickly said, "Thank you, thank you." By the time the dishes were served, we had almost finished the wine. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were fixed on me. I was stunned, unsure what to say. Luckily, I had a quick wit. I said, "Sister, you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you sit on this sofa?" I helped her to the sofa, holding her hand tightly, testing her. As soon as she sat down, she said, "I have a bit too much to drink," and leaned on my shoulder. I understood; if I didn't make my move now, I would have come all this way for nothing. I touched her forehead and face. "Yes," I said. "It's quite hot." She didn't speak, so I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair. I kissed her on the lips, and she instinctively asked, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and kissed her lips forcefully. She sighed and let me have my way. Just as I was sucking her tongue, she pushed me away, saying the door wasn't locked. I quickly locked the door. I went back to the sofa and kissed her again; she seemed very excited. My tongue was a little sore from sucking. I held her with one arm and reached behind her back with the other to unhook her bra. Then, I started caressing her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid. I laid her on the sofa and lifted her shirt. Her breasts were huge, with dark black nipples. They had grown larger. I leaned over and gently kissed her. I slipped one hand under her skirt and started touching her. She was already a little wet down there, but not much. I found her nipple and gently touched it. She started moaning loudly and reached down to touch my penis through my pants. I said, "Let's get a room." She said, "No, no. Kiss me quickly." It seemed she was lost in desire. My sexual experience at this point was no longer at the level I had in school. I knew I couldn't rush things; I had to tease her until she was aroused. So I took off her top. I liked it when she wore a skirt while we made love. I suddenly had this thought. I bent down and kissed her nipples. I'm particularly attracted to women's nipples, especially large ones. She touched my penis through my pants and started unbuckling my belt. I also started kissing her armpits. Her armpit hair wasn't very thick, so I kissed her lower abdomen. Remember, some women's navels are extremely sensitive. As my tongue circled around her navel, she trembled. She started pulling my pants down to her calves with her legs and gripped my penis more tightly. My tongue began to wander around her vulva. She gasped and said, "Don't kiss there." I looked up at her and said, "You've never tried this before, have you? I'll make you fly with pleasure." She didn't speak, but kept her legs tightly closed. I wasn't in a hurry, so I kissed her groin first. Soon, her legs slowly opened. I looked closely at her vulva. Her labia majora were unusually full. Her labia minora were also plump and quite dark. She didn't have much pubic hair. I gently touched her clitoris with my tongue, and her body contracted sharply. I held her labia minora in my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, panting heavily. I kissed her gently, and she said, "I can't take it anymore. Come closer." I ignored her and started kissing her clitoris instead. A moment later, she almost sat up. Her orgasm was imminent. I slowed down. For middle-aged women, we must not rush things. To conquer her physiologically, we must stimulate her primal instincts. My tongue moved over her vulva, letting her sexual arousal slowly build up for a big explosion. I began to tentatively kiss her perineum and anus. She moaned loudly, especially when my tongue circled her anus. We kissed like this, over and over again. She began to experience sexual pleasure. Creamy fluid flowed out in large quantities, making a strange sound, like howling. I knew it was time for her to climax. I took her clitoris into my mouth and kissed it forcefully. Sure enough, she cried out, sat up, and then lay back down. I stopped. I looked at her; her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily, looking completely ecstatic. The fluid had seeped onto her skirt from her inner thighs, soaking it. After a while, she came to her senses and looked at me. I said, "Let's do it for real." I took off my pants and pressed myself against her. She started breathing again. I touched her wet vulva with one hand while kissing her ear. She got impatient. She grabbed my penis and guided it straight to her vaginal opening. I didn't resist, adjusted my position, and it went in easily. She let out a satisfied moan, "Oh." I first moved gently, lingering at the vaginal opening, rubbing against it. After a while, I heard her say, "Faster, okay?" I increased my speed. I found that the faster I went, the more excited she became. I kept controlling the rhythm. She held my back tightly, urging me to go faster. I satisfied her request. The frequency of my thrusts became very fast. Not long after, I felt myself about to ejaculate. I needed to adjust my rhythm. She noticed and said, "No! I'm almost at my climax." I took a deep breath and continued. Her legs were contracting and relaxing; she was close. I thrust in and out forcefully until I could feel her vagina contracting, engulfing, and surrounding my penis. Seeing her contorted face and hearing her ecstatic cries, I finally ejaculated. After that, we had several more sexual encounters. Later, fearing something might happen, we stopped contacting each other and only occasionally spoke on the phone.

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