Falling in love with a beautiful woman in stockings

Three years ago, I was watching videos on my computer when my QQ account, which had been running continuously, suddenly started flashing. I clicked on it and saw that someone wanted to add me as a friend. Without thinking, I accepted. After all, I was just a poor, unattractive guy, so I didn't have any reservations. After accepting the friend request, I didn't pay any more attention and continued watching my videos. A little while later, I received a "beep beep" from my QQ. I opened it and saw that my new friend had sent a message: "Hello." I then checked her profile and discovered that she was a woman 20 years older than me. I jokingly replied, "Hello, Auntie." To my surprise, she immediately replied with an angry emoji: (What, you think I'm too old and don't want to chat with me?) I thought to myself, I'm a cultured person, how can I not have some gentlemanly manners? I quickly sent a message with an apology and a pleading emoji. She didn't dwell on it anymore, and we started chatting. Through our back-and-forth text messages, I told her my name was Ashui, I was 23 years old, a recent college graduate, and hadn't found a job yet, so I was temporarily living off my parents. She told me her name was Shuling, she was 43 years old, and had a very wealthy husband. However, because she hadn't gotten pregnant after more than ten years of marriage, her husband and his family didn't like her much, and her husband always found excuses not to come home. She was left alone in their large house every day. Recently, her husband had met a young model and was threatening to divorce her. When we talked about her husband wanting a divorce, she sent a sighing emoji. I replied: (Are you reluctant to let him go?) (It's not that I'm reluctant, it's that I'm unwilling to accept it.) I replied with a comforting emoji. (Let's stop talking about my sad stories and talk about yourself. You're so old, do you have a girlfriend?) (No, not now, but I had one before.) (Then why didn't you cherish her before?) (It wasn't that I didn't cherish her. It was that she didn't want me, she thought I was poor and had no future.) (Hmm, is that so? I thought you were a womanizer.) (Womanizer my foot! You need to have the means to be a womanizer. I have neither money nor looks, how can I be a womanizer?) (How bad are you? Can you send me a picture?) (Um, I'm too ugly, so I don't like taking pictures. I don't have any to send you.) (Hehe, even if you're ugly, you still have to look presentable.) (I'm so ugly that I'd affect the city's appearance if I went out.) (Hehe, you're really funny.) I checked the time, and we'd been chatting until late at night without realizing it, so I sent her a message: (It's late, I want to sleep.) She replied: (Okay, goodnight) with a kissing emoji. I didn't think much of it, so I turned off the computer and went to sleep. For the next few days, we chatted like this. Each time, she would send a greeting message first, and I would reply with "It's late, time to sleep," followed by a "Goodnight" message with a kissing emoji. Until one night, it was already late. I was having trouble sleeping, and she was also having trouble sleeping. Our conversation became increasingly open. (Ah Shui, did you and your ex-girlfriend have sex?) (Yes, but it wasn't very comfortable.) (Why?) (Every time, she would just lie there motionless, not moaning, and never changing positions. It felt like necrophilia.) (Haha, you're exaggerating.) (It really is like that.) (Haha.) (How long has it been since Sister Shuling had sex?)Since we became acquainted, I've called her Sister Shuling. (I can't remember, why are you asking me this?) (Sister Shuling, what kind of positions do you like?) (Ah, why are you asking this? What kind of positions do you like?) (Whether it's missionary, doggy style, missionary, or woman on top, I like it when I'm thrusting in and out while I'm French kissing.) (Hehe, you're so professional. I also like the feeling of thrusting and kissing at the same time.) (Sister Shuling, do you like wearing stockings? I think women wearing stockings are especially sexy, and having sex with a woman wearing stockings is especially great, but my ex-girlfriend never did that.) (Then when we have a chance to meet, I'll wear stockings for you.) (Wow, that's great.) (So what kind of stockings do you like?) (I like both flesh-colored and black.) (Are you free tomorrow? Let's meet, I'll wear black stockings.) (Yes, yes.)I never expected her to ask me out. Hearing that she was going to wear stockings, I was already incredibly excited; my penis was already erect. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet at the bus stop near my place, where she would pick me up in her car. Rich women are really something else. Since we hadn't video chatted or exchanged photos before, our meeting was a bit of a gamble. I was betting that Shuling wouldn't be so old that I couldn't accept it, and Shuling was betting that I wouldn't be as ugly as I had described myself. I lay in bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning several times, but then I thought, even if Shuling was older, wearing black stockings would still enhance her appearance. I decided to stop thinking about it. The next day, I was woken up by my alarm clock at 10 a.m. I got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, washed my face, changed into clean clothes, grabbed my phone, and went out. I hadn't been waiting at the bus stop near my place for more than a few minutes when my phone rang. It was Sister Shuling. She asked me which one of me was me and what I was wearing. I told her on the phone that I was wearing a blue t-shirt and glasses, and waved. A few seconds after I finished speaking, a black Lavida sedan pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down, and a woman with sunglasses and her hair in a bun said to me, "It's you, right? Get in." I opened the car door that had already been opened for me, sat in the passenger seat, and then closed the door. She started the car and soon stopped on the side of the road where there were few pedestrians. Then she took off her sunglasses, turned around and moved closer to me, stopping very close. She glared at me, then suddenly laughed, slapping me and saying, "You, Ah Shui, you're clearly a well-mannered young man, why do you portray yourself so negatively?" As she moved closer to scrutinize me, I could see her clearly too. Shuling in front of me had her hair up, lightly made up, wearing a white, tight-fitting short skirt, black stockings, and gold high heels. Looking closer, Shuling actually resembled the Japanese AV actress Hojo Maki. From her appearance, no one would guess she was 43 years old; she looked more like a woman in her early 30s. I really couldn't understand why her husband left such a beautiful woman alone at home. I was lost in thought when she suddenly interrupted me. "What's wrong? I look too old, did I scare you?" "No way, Sister Shuling is so beautiful! You can't tell her real age at all. If we went out, people would think we were a couple. I was just stunned by Shuling's beauty. I was trying to think of words to describe her beauty, but I couldn't think of any. So I just froze." Hearing my words, she laughed heartily, saying, "You little rascal, you're so cheeky." I knew she was being cheeky, but she was secretly delighted. My heart warmed, and I decided to make a dirty joke with her. "Sister Shuling, I suddenly know how to describe your beauty." She asked with a curious expression, "How do you describe this old woman?" "My little brother is standing up, that's the best description of your beauty." As I said this, I pointed to my crotch. She immediately understood what I meant. She playfully punched me, saying, "You little rascal, teasing your older sister!" I quickly pretended to wince in pain. She dropped her act and said, "Alright, stop it. It's rare for us to meet today, have you decided where to eat?" "You decide. This ugly duckling can eat anything with a beauty like you." "Still teasing me? I don't go out often, I don't really know what good places to go around here." "Then you drive, and we can stop whenever we see something we want to eat, right?" "That's a good idea." So, she started the car. She probably hadn't driven in a long time, she was very focused on the road ahead, while I stared at her beautiful legs in stockings, swallowing hard, thinking how wonderful it would be to rub my penis against them. "What's wrong, Ah Shui? Why aren't you saying anything?" "Ah, I'm afraid I'll keep you from driving." "No, I just want to hear you talk." I don't know where I got the courage, but I blurted out, "Sister Shuling, I want to ask you for a favor, will you grant it?" "What is it?" "I..." "What is it? Tell me." "I want to touch your leg, is that okay?" She turned to me and smiled, then immediately turned to the front: "I thought it was something serious. It's an honor for a refined young man like you to be interested in the legs of an old woman like me. Touch them if you want. I agree to let you touch them." Damn, I was already prepared to be called a "pervert," but I didn't expect her to agree. For a moment, I was a little flustered. Then she suddenly reached out and took my hand, placing it on her beautiful black-stockinged leg. As she made this gesture, she said, "Touch me, give your sister a good touch." The moment my hand touched her black-stockinged legs, I was immediately electrified by the smooth, silky feel. Through the black stockings, I could feel Sister Shuling's full thighs. My other hand finally reached for Sister Shuling's stockinged legs as well. At this moment, I was completely turned to face Sister Shuling, my two hands clinging tightly to her two graceful, slender legs like two thirsty leeches. I thought that if we weren't in the car, if this wasn't our first meeting, if she were my woman, I would have already pulled out my penis and fucked her. I was getting more and more excited as I touched her. Suddenly, the car stopped. It stopped in front of a large hotel. I withdrew my hands. Shuling smiled at me as if nothing had happened: "I heard that this French food is good, how about we go and try it?" I thought to myself: Right now, I only want to eat this beautiful mature woman in stockings. But I couldn't say that out loud, so I replied, "Okay." She told me to get out of the car first to choose a seat while she went to park the car. I was led into the hotel restaurant by a professionally dressed greeter. The restaurant was luxuriously decorated, and I wondered if I had enough money to eat there. After I sat down, a waitress immediately handed me a menu. I opened it and found that the dishes and drinks were indeed expensive. I looked through it from beginning to end and finally found a set menu that I could pay for with all the money in my bank card. I ordered that set menu. After I finished ordering, Sister Shuling came in, and I politely stood up and pulled out a chair for her. She smiled and thanked me. "What did you order?" I said mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough." Just then, the waitress placed a plate of roses on the table and said, "Sir, your Provence Rose Couple's Set Menu is ready. May we serve it?" I said, "Bring it on," and glanced at Sister Shuling across from me. She didn't react much, just smiled and pointed at me. We ate and chatted about our respective situations. She told me how her husband had gone to great lengths to win her over, only to now want a divorce. Before we knew it, we were at the dessert table. While eating, she asked me, "What are we going to do next?" "I don't know, you decide." "How about we get a room and continue chatting?" I readily agreed. From the restaurant to the front desk, and then to the room, we barely exchanged a few words. She went into the room first, and I followed, casually hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside, just like in many movies. She sat on the bed and said to me, "Why don't you take a shower first?" I went into the bathroom, quickly washed myself, and came out wrapped in a towel. She was still sitting on the bed, and I sat down beside her. My hand boldly touched her silk-stockinged legs. "I'm going to shower," she said, and I stopped her as she was about to get up. I said, "No, Sister Shuling, I like you the way you are, I like the way you smell right now. Don't wash it off." She smiled and sat down, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say today." Hearing her say that, I became bolder, and my hand started to move from her stockinged legs to her private parts, not expecting that she was already wet. So I leaned close to her face and said, "Sister Shuling, you're wet." She immediately kissed my mouth to stop me from saying anything more. While I kissed her deeply, one hand continued to touch her private parts, and the other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard. Her mouth slightly left mine and she said, "Be gentle." I quickly reduced the pressure of my grip and began to gently rub her breast. She also stuck out her tongue and intertwined with mine. Then I said to her, "Sister, let me lick you." She responded softly. With her cooperation, I removed her tight dress and panties, leaving her only in black stockings and high heels. I knelt between her legs, my hands supporting her silk-stockinged thighs, and buried my face in her genitals. The moment my tongue touched her closed pink labia, she let out a soft moan, a sound I knew came from desire. I continued licking her labia, then gently lowered her silk-stockinged thighs, and immediately reached for her...I parted her pink labia, revealing her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched the tip of her clitoris, her silk-stockinged legs trembled involuntarily, and she let out a soft moan. I knew this was a sign she was enjoying it. So I licked her passionately, and her silk-stockinged legs suddenly clamped around my body. I also enjoyed the feeling of being clamped. After licking for a while, her lower body was already overflowing with moisture, and I knew the time was right. I got up, took off my towel, climbed on top of her, kissed her passionately for a while, and then whispered in her ear, "Sis, help me put it in." She obediently reached down from my back to my waist, then grasped my penis, while spreading her silk-stockinged legs as wide as possible to open her vagina. When the head of my penis entered her vagina, she let go, and I thrust slowly into her wet and warm vagina. With each inch of penetration, she cried out, until my penis was fully inside. She yelled, and I stopped. She took a breath and said, "Ah Shui, your cock is so big, I can't take it." "What should I do?" "Go slower, let me get used to it." So I started to thrust very gently, while her two beautiful legs in stockings were tightly wrapped around my waist. My mouth wasn't idle either; our lips were pressed together, upper lip to upper lip, lower lip to lower lip, our tongues intertwined, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine, while our lower bodies were tightly joined. I knew she was getting used to it, so I increased the speed slightly. I could hear her making whimpering sounds from her mouth, which I knew was a sign of pleasure. So I increased the speed again, and because of the increased thrusting speed, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I left her mouth and moved to her ear: "Inside or outside?" She only whispered, "Inside." Then she moved my head towards hers with her hand, and then pressed her mouth against mine again. Remembering our conversation, I realized she, like me, enjoyed the feeling of kissing while penetrating. The thought of having a relationship with such a like-minded beauty excited me even more. I thrust faster and harder, her moans never ceasing. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; a gush of hot semen shot powerfully from the base of my penis. She clamped her beautiful, stockinged legs around my waist, pressing the heels of her sexy gold high heels against my buttocks, ensuring my penis completely filled her. After ejaculating, I lay on top of her, panting, my limp penis still reluctant to leave her vagina. I calmed myself, kissed her again, and after a while, I rolled over and lay beside her. This physical encounter had deepened our bond. I lay on the bed, she nestled in my arms, and we chatted. "Shuling, was it good?" "Mmm." "How long has it been since you last did it?" "A few years." "How have you been coping these past few years?" "Self-sufficient." "Me too." "What do you mean by 'sufficient'?" "Self-sufficient. I haven't done it for over two years since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend." "I don't believe you." "I swear." "Okay, swear." "If in these past two years, before I made love to you, Shuling, I've had sex with any other person of the opposite sex, may I live a life of solitude." "Wow, that's a really vicious oath." "Of course, I'm serious." As we chatted, my penis got hard again, and I said, "Sister, how about one more time?" As I spoke, her hand moved towards my penis. The moment she touched it, she immediately gripped it tightly, as if it were a family heirloom she didn't want to let go. "Ashui, your thing is so big, bigger than my husband's, and it's hard and thick." "Do you like it, sister?" "To be honest, what woman doesn't?" "If you like it, lick it for me." As she spoke, she sat up on my waist, then leaned down. Her neatly tied-up hair had come undone during the vigorous movement, and her loose hair touched my crotch, tickling and feeling wonderful. When her tongue touched my penis, I suddenly felt a jolt throughout my body. Her warm, moist tongue greedily licked my penis, and that tingling, numb sensation spread from the tip of my penis to my entire body. When my penis was completely inside her mouth, the head of my penis felt like it was hitting her tonsils. I felt like I was dreaming. Such a beautiful mature woman was giving me oral sex. I fantasized that I was a young man being violated by the unsatisfied married woman, Hojo Maki. No, it wasn't a fantasy; there really was a beautiful mature woman passionately sucking my penis. My penis was very hard from her sucking, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate if she sucked any longer. So, I grabbed one of her arms and said, "Sister, this time, you're on top." She no longer hesitated, flipping over and straddling me, aligning her vulva with my erect penis. Then she leaned down forcefully, letting my penis fully penetrate her vagina. I felt my penis hitting her G-spot, and she felt it too, letting out a soft "ah," but my lips immediately covered her mouth, preventing her from making a clear sound. Our upper bodies were completely pressed together, her breasts pressed against my chest. My hands weren't idle either, grabbing her large buttocks and forcefully thrusting them in the opposite direction of my thrusts, allowing me to penetrate deeply. My penis was tightly enveloped by her vaginal walls. Perhaps because she hadn't given birth, her vaginal walls were very tight and narrow, easily held in place with each thrust. Under my guidance, her buttocks were moving in the way I instructed. So I freed my hand and reached for her silk-stockinged legs. As my hand touched her sexy, silky legs, I felt the smooth sensation stimulate my penis, which was still inside her vagina, making it even harder. Perhaps overwhelmed by the wonderful sexual activity, I blurted out in her ear, "Wife, you're so amazing." Unexpectedly, she replied without hesitation, "Husband, you're even more amazing." As she spoke, she shook her big buttocks more frequently, and my penis, being teased by her, felt the urge to ejaculate again. So I said, "I'm going to cum." A gush of hot semen spurted out, shooting into her flower. Even after I ejaculated, her buttocks continued to shake violently, as if trying to squeeze me open. Until she felt my penis completely soften and she was exhausted, her buttocks stopped shaking. Although the lower body was finished, the upper body wasn't. Our two wanton tongues intertwined, engaging in a final tender moment. We made love twice, and both of us were a bit exhausted. We lay in bed for a long time, kissing and caressing each other like a couple who had known each other for many years. Afterwards, we checked out of the hotel, and she took me home. Chapter 2 I thought our relationship might be over, after all, she had a husband, and she wasn't much younger than my mother. Two days later, in the morning, I was asleep when my phone rang. Still half asleep, I picked it up and recognized Sister Shuling's voice. I asked, "What's up?" "So fast, you've already forgotten me?" "No way, I missed you." "How about we go out for a walk?" I thought about the chance to be intimate with a beautiful mature woman again, so of course I didn't refuse. I asked her where she was and how long it would take to get there. She said her car was near my place. I quickly got up, dressed, rinsed my mouth with water, and went out without even washing my face. I hadn't gone far when I saw where her car was parked. I sat in the passenger seat as usual, half-asleep, watching Shuling wear a royal blue pencil dress with a collarless tweed jacket, flesh-colored pantyhose, and pink peep-toe heels. Her hair was parted to one side, styled into inward curls, making her look incredibly alluring. "Sis, where should we go?" I asked, my hand already reaching for her beautiful legs in the flesh-colored pantyhose, starting to caress them with obvious enjoyment. "Let's go for a drive in the suburbs," she said, starting the car. I lay back in the passenger seat, one hand still stroking Shuling's shapely legs, while my eyes remained closed, trying to relax. Shuling, understanding my feelings, didn't chat, probably knowing I was a night owl who stayed up very late. I drifted in and out of sleep until I suddenly felt the car stop. I wanted to open my eyes to see where I was, but a wave of drowsiness enveloped me, and I kept my eyes tightly shut. Then I felt a delicate hand unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing, erect penis. I heard Sister Shuling say, "It's so early in the morning, and it's already this big. Let me suck it for you." I whispered, "Okay." She leaned down to my waist, and my hand, which had been caressing her silk-stockinged legs, moved to her back, rubbing against it. She used one hand to stroke my penis, her mouth swallowing the glans, while her other hand...Her hands roamed over my body as I lay in the passenger seat, eyes closed, savoring the wonderful moment. As she quickened her pace of stroking and swallowing my penis, my drowsiness vanished completely. I opened my eyes and saw this sexy, mature woman in stockings bending over to give me oral sex; the physical and psychological satisfaction was indescribable. Finally, her pace became unbearable. Sensing my urge to ejaculate, she stopped swallowing and switched to hand stimulation, positioning the head and tip of my penis against her open mouth. Before opening her mouth wide, she said, "Shoot it all into my mouth." Hearing this, I suddenly felt a strange excitement. Just as I was getting excited, my penis jerked, ejaculating all my semen into Shuling's open mouth. I saw that Sister Shuling's open mouth was already full of my semen. Just as she thought she had completely received it and was beginning to close her mouth to slowly savor my essence, my penis unexpectedly jerked upwards again, ejaculating onto Sister Shuling's face and hair. I quickly apologized. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry; she just gave me a charming smile, then took out tissues from her bag in the back seat and handed them to me to help her wipe it off. As I wiped the semen from her face and hair, I admired the beautiful mature woman's lovely face. Suddenly, I leaned in and kissed her lips. They had just received my semen, and the scent of it still lingered. I stuck my tongue into her lips, and we tasted the semen we had just ejaculated together—it had a slightly salty taste. "Sister Shuling, I like you so much." "I like you too." We got out of the car, and I found that we had arrived at a grove of trees in the suburbs. She took a basket from the trunk of the car, which contained picnic supplies. So she had come prepared all along. She locked the car, and I took the basket, carrying it in one hand while my other hand was clasped tightly with hers. We chose a relatively secluded spot. She first laid a mat on the ground, then a blanket, and we sat down. With such a beautiful woman before me and no one around, I had no desire for a picnic. Despite having just ejaculated, youth has its advantages. I pulled her into my arms, and she didn't resist, nestling against me. My hands caressed and kneaded her shapely legs, and she turned her head, sticking out her tongue. I knew what she wanted, and immediately met her gaze with my mouth. Our two wanton tongues intertwined once more. We kissed for a while, then she suggested we eat something. I then coaxed her to feed me, and perhaps this awakened her maternal instincts. She picked up a piece of cake, took a bite herself, chewed a few times, and then pressed her lips to mine, feeding me the chewed food through her tongue. We drank water in the same way. After eating like this for a while, we were both a little full. There's a saying that goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust." Because I was full, the thought of fucking her resurfaced. I whispered in her ear, "Sis, how about we do it here?" She nodded in agreement. I pulled her up and walked to a tree, making her lean against it, bend over, stick out her buttocks, and turn her back to me. That's when I noticed she was only wearing pantyhose and no underwear. I thought to myself, "So this slut is here to get fucked today." Thinking this, I didn't hold back. I tore a hole in the crotch of the pantyhose with my hand, pulled down my pants, and got my cock hard. Since we were outdoors, time was precious, so I skipped foreplay and went straight in. Once inside, I lost all my usual restraint and started thrusting very quickly. However, since she had just given me oral sex, I didn't feel like ejaculating yet. Having never experienced such vigorous and rapid thrusting before, I heard Sister Shuling, who had her back to me, let out a sound almost like a baby crying. I was a little scared and asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" "No...don't stop." I then realized that she was enjoying it too much. I was relieved and continued my vigorous and rapid thrusting, feeling as if I was going to tear her vagina apart. As I thrust, I grabbed her two breasts and squeezed and kneaded them hard. With each thrust, I hit her two plump buttocks covered in stockings. Every time my hips touched her stockings and her buttocks, it made a "plop" sound. Sometimes, I would deliberately stop, letting her stockings and buttocks enter the hollow of my hips, pressing my hips tightly against her buttocks. The feeling, mixed with the slippery sensation of the stockings and the fullness of her buttocks, was simply amazing. The reality was a million times better than any description. I continued thrusting, and Sister Shuling, who was gripping the tree, let out a scream typical of climax due to the force of my thrusts. I felt a gush of liquid spray onto my penis; I knew it was Sister Shuling's vaginal fluid. Stimulated by her, I suddenly released my own semen, ejaculating a thick stream. Even as I ejaculated, I didn't slow down, but increased the speed of my thrusts. I grabbed her hips and, with my last bit of strength, thrust as deep as possible… Finally, we were both exhausted. I plopped down on the blanket spread on the ground. Because my hands were around her hips, I pulled her down onto me. We lay there for quite a while. After I regained some strength, I gently placed her beside me. I sat up and looked at the beautiful woman in stockings lying next to me. Liquid was flowing from her genitals, soaking the flesh-colored pantyhose I had torn open beside her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Sister, let's go back to the car and rest." "Ugh, I have no strength left. You've really worn me out." I found it a little funny, thinking, "You weren't even wearing underwear today, trying to seduce me into fucking you." But I couldn't say it out loud: "Let me carry you." I put this stocking-clad beauty on my back, and she lay completely sprawled on my back. I squatted down to tidy up the things on the ground, then handed the basket to her hands that were wrapped around my neck. My hands reached back to hold her two fleshy, stocking-clad legs, then I got up and went back to the car. We sat in the back seat, she nestled on my shoulder, my hands roaming over her fleshy, stocking-clad legs, while her hands played with my limp penis. We chatted, and I don't know how much time passed like that. Youth is good; my penis became aroused again. Looking at the fleshy, stocking-clad beauty nestled on my shoulder, and thinking about whether I would ever have the chance to fuck a woman like this again, I decided to seize the opportunity and fuck her to my heart's content. I said to the limp Shuling, "Sister, how about we have some car sex?" She gently tapped my nose with her finger and laughed, "You, you really can't satisfy me. Okay, sister belongs to you today, you can do whatever you want." As I spoke, I sat up, picked up one of her shapely, silky legs, and made her kneel on my right side with that leg on my left. She sat astride my legs, facing me. She held my now-erect penis and inserted it into her vagina, which I had just penetrated. Because it was lubricated, my penis easily reached the tip. I pulled off her jacket, unzipped the back of her dress, and pulled it down to her waist. Her firm breasts were now visible to me. It was strange; although she was a mature woman, her breasts were still as firm as a young girl's. Moreover, her nipples were unusually long, much like those of AV actress Shiori Endou. I immediately took one of them into my mouth and greedily sucked on it, like a baby seeing its mother's breast. One of my hands was touching her other breast, while my other hand wasn't idle either, vigorously kneading her fleshy, shapely buttocks. Her long nipples, her fleshy buttocks, and the alluring perfume that could only be smelled when we were close together stimulated my penis to swell rapidly inside her vagina. With that swelling, my thrusts became even more intense. After a while, I said to her, "Sis, it's your turn to move." So I lay back in the seat. She was clearly very attached to me, and she leaned down and kissed me. It was obvious that she enjoyed kissing me, no less than she enjoyed making love to me. Then she started stroking my erect penis up and down. Her technique was very pleasurable. When she pulled up, most of my penis was exposed, only the tip still enveloped by her labia. If she pulled up any further, my penis might slip out of her vagina, but she controlled the movement perfectly. Just then, she forcefully sat down, fully inserting my penis into her body. Her labia were already against the base of my penis, but she still pushed down forcefully, as if she wanted to swallow it completely. I thought to myself, what a slut! But I like sluts like this. I even want to find one like her as my wife and have passionate sex with her every day. Thinking about this, I suddenly realized I was starting to like this slutty woman. I even thought that if she didn't have a husband or if she was divorced, she would be a good wife. As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt so good being stroked by her that I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I seized the opportunity and whispered in her ear, "Wife, I want to cum. Can I cum all over you?""Okay, honey, shoot it all in." She said, increasing the speed of her stroking. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts, which weren't particularly large or small, welcoming the final ejaculation. Finally, I felt a heat at the tip of my penis, and a stream of hot semen filled her vagina again. With each ejaculation, her stroking became more vigorous, until my penis gave a final jerk, releasing the last drop of essence. My penis went limp, and she stopped stroking, instead sitting completely on my lap. I watched our point of contact; fluid flowed from her body, down my limp penis, and into my groin. I playfully reached into the hole in her stockings that I had just torn, and along the seam, tore off a piece. Then I wiped away the semen that had dripped down my crotch. When she saw this, she pretended to be angry and said, "You little rascal, you've ruined these stockings today." So I shamelessly said, "Since it's already like this, why don't you just take them off and give them to me?" "Oh, you're really serious. I'll give them to you, but I'm too tired to take them off after what you've done. If you want, take them off yourself." The thought of being able to personally remove the flesh-colored pantyhose of such a beautiful mature woman in front of me, even after the intense ring toss activity, immediately energized me. I gently placed her on the seat next to me, letting her lie down comfortably. Then I had her tilt her back, reached down to the top of the pantyhose around her waist, and gently rolled it down. When it reached her knees, I had her put her back down. Then I had her lie diagonally, placing her legs on my lap. At that moment, I noticed that her bare thighs were very fair, so I reached out and touched them, saying, "Sister, your legs are so well-maintained. Many young girls don't have legs as fair as yours. Not only are they fair, but they also feel so smooth, like a baby's skin. I don't know what your husband is thinking. Just for these beautiful legs, he can't bear to leave you alone at home." "What are you talking about? Don't mention him, he's annoying. Aren't you my husband now?" "Hehe, yes, yes, wife, I'm your dear husband. Let your husband kiss your legs properly." As I spoke, I licked her fair thighs with my tongue. After licking for a while, I remembered that I hadn't finished my work, so I picked up one of her feet, took off one of her peep-toe high heels, and curiously held it to my nose to smell it. There was a faint smell of foot sweat mixed with the leather smell of the shoe. Seeing this, she said, "You little rascal, you're such a pervert. What's so great about shoes?" I gave her a mysterious look and said, "There's more perverted stuff to come." As I spoke, I brought her beautiful, stockinged foot to my mouth, looking at her five sexy toes encased in stockings. I immediately opened my mouth and took it in. Her stockinged toes were being licked around in my mouth by my tongue. She immediately protested, curling her legs and saying, "No, it tickles." I figured this was the first time I'd licked her feet, so I didn't press the issue. I continued to help her remove her stockings, setting them aside, and then put her bare feet in peep-toe heels. I discovered that this beautiful mature woman, even without stockings, had a very alluring lower body. Next, I lowered her legs and pulled her into my arms. She immediately came to my lips and kissed me. Women really are kissing creatures. Sometimes I wonder if they exchange being penetrated by men for kisses. On our way back, as we chatted, I thought to myself how fulfilling and dreamlike my day had been—oral sex, outdoor sex, car sex—it had it all. I really hoped these days could last forever. Chapter 3 After that day, our relationship grew even closer. We'd send each other flirtatious texts all the time, calling each other "husband" and "wife." Sometimes I really thought of her as my wife, but then I suddenly felt a little foolish for developing real feelings. Maybe she was just playing around, looking for something new. But sex is that magical; once you've had sex with someone who can fulfill all your sexual fantasies, you become addicted like a drug addict, unable to stop, unable to leave. One night, I was already asleep when I suddenly received a call from her. She said, "Are you free? Come chat with me." I looked at the time; it was already past midnight. But for such a beautiful, mature woman to ask me out at this hour, it couldn't possibly be just a simple chat. I said okay. I immediately got up, dressed, and waited a long time by the roadside before finally hailing a taxi. I told the driver the address she had sent me. When we were almost there, I called her, and she said, "Okay, I'll come out to meet you." When the taxi took me to an upscale community, I saw Sister Shuling, wearing a blue trench coat, standing at the gate. I waved to her from the car, and the driver, understanding the situation, drove a few steps and stopped beside her. Just as I was about to take out my wallet to pay, she had already paid for me. I got out of the car, and she came closer, took my arm, and softly said, "Don't go through this gate, go through the other gate; there's no one there." We entered through a gate with a card and PIN, walked around the community for a while, and then stopped in the courtyard of a two-story building. She pressed a finger, and we went inside. "Wow, her house is so big!" I couldn't help but exclaim as I finally stepped inside the two-story building. The room was brightly lit. After entering, Sister Shuling took off her blue trench coat and hung it on the coat rack in the entryway. That's when I could see her clearly: she was wearing a red evening gown, grey pantyhose, and rhinestone-studded high-heeled sandals. Even the sandals were high-heeled—so damn sexy! The heels lifted her buttocks, making them look incredibly perky. She also wore lavender perfume, which smelled incredibly alluring. I couldn't resist anymore and grabbed her perky buttocks, kneading them. "Sis, your ass is so sexy, I really want to fuck you right now." She laughed and lightly brushed me aside, saying, "You're so bold, my husband's upstairs." Ah, her words terrified me. No way, this slut wouldn't go that far. Her husband was upstairs, and she wanted to be fucked downstairs. Although such scenes are common in AVs, I know they're just AVs, all scripted by the director. If real life were like this, I really wouldn't know how to handle it. I withdrew my hand from her buttocks and froze there. She immediately burst out laughing. "I was just kidding. Look how scared you are. You're such a coward. He's not on top. He and his little slut went on vacation abroad." Hearing this, I felt a little relieved. "Really? Aren't you angry?" "Angry? If I were angry, I would have died of anger long ago. Let him be. I've thought it through. When he comes back from abroad this time, I'll sign the divorce papers. I'll let him and that little slut have their way." "You can't bear to part with him. You still miss him?" "Missing him is an understatement. We haven't had any feelings for each other for a long time. We don't even have a child to hold us together. It's already a miracle we've lasted this long. Most importantly, I've gone from a young girl to a haggard housewife with him. I feel like it wasn't worth it." Hearing that her husband wasn't there, I became bolder again. Suddenly, I hugged her from behind and kissed her. "Sister, you're not old at all. In my eyes, you're more attractive than many young girls." "Hehe, that's so sweet. How about we get married after I divorce him?" "Sure, I'm single anyway. If you're willing to marry me, I'll marry you." Saying this, she touched my face. "Are you serious?" "Of course I'm serious. How about we pretend to be a couple and try it out?" Hearing this, she laughed heartily as I held her. "Okay, tonight I'll try being husband and wife with you for one night and see how you perform." "Wife, I'm a little hungry. What should I do?" "Then wife, go to the kitchen and make something for husband to eat." Saying this, she tried to break free from my embrace. I quickly said, "No, husband should go to the kitchen too, to watch wife cook. Husband and wife are one. Let's go together like this." "I can't do anything with you." She stopped struggling. And so, I held her, she in front, I behind, and we walked step by step into the kitchen. The kitchen was very clean, as if it hadn't been used in a long time. "Oh dear, honey, there's nothing left to eat, just instant noodles. Do you want some?" "Sure, what else can we poor people eat?" She took a packet of noodles from the upper cabinet. I looked closely at the packaging; it wasn't one of those famous brands like Master Kong, Yi Yang, or Elephant. Damn, it was from Singapore! Wow, even the instant noodles rich people eat are different from us poor folks. "How about I cut you some ham or sausage?" "Okay." Perhaps the sausage she mentioned stimulated me, because I boldly pulled out my erect penis and started rubbing it against her buttocks. She was chopping something, and when she felt my penis, she just glanced back at me without stopping me, smiling as she continued chopping. Seeing this, I became even bolder, releasing my hold on her and moving my hand towards her genitals. Touching her gray pantyhose, through...The stockings even touched her pubic hair, and upon closer inspection, I could even feel her labia. It turned out she wasn't wearing underwear again. Heh, maybe it's her habit—wearing pantyhose without underwear, but I like it. I continued to caress her body with one hand, while the other held my penis, like fencing, tapping it on her beautiful, grey-stockinged buttocks, then pulling away, then tapping another spot. She couldn't take it anymore and stopped cutting. She put the knife aside, enjoying my teasing. Then I raised my penis, inserted it into her crotch, and released it. My hard penis sprang upwards, pressing against her stocking-covered vulva. She let out a soft moan, clearly overwhelmed by the stimulation. I pressed her legs down, trying to close them tightly to grip my penis, and began to thrust. Just as I was getting into it, I suddenly felt the stockings against my penis were a little wet. I thought, "I haven't even ejaculated yet, how come it's wet?" Then I realized it was because I had aroused her; her vagina was secreting fluid. "Wife, you're wet." "Hmph, it's all because of you, my lecherous husband." "Does my wife love her lecherous husband?" "Yes." "How much?" "So much that I want to be fucked by my lecherous husband for the rest of my life." As I spoke these lewd words to her, I vigorously thrust my penis, and with each rapid thrust, we both reached orgasm. "Wife, your lecherous husband wants to cum, how about I cum on your stockinged little cunt?" "Okay." With her "okay," my penis jerked upward, and I pulled back, shooting my first fluid cannonball of the night into her stockinged cunt. She turned her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. I knew what she wanted, so I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around in front of hers. Even though I had already ejaculated, I still pleasured the collision between our genitals. After a while, I got a little tired and stopped. I let go of her, took a few steps back, and leaned against a counter to rest. While resting, I looked at her genitals. Some of the semen I had ejaculated on her crotch was dripping directly onto the floor, while some was flowing down her thighs. I found the scene very enjoyable and felt I should add something more. So I went over and took my limp penis and wiped it on her gray-stockinged buttocks. I used her gray-stockinged buttocks to wipe away the semen residue from my glans. After cleaning it, I put my penis back in my pants and zipped it up. When she saw the semen on her genitals and legs, she said, "You lecherous husband, you've ruined your stockings again. I'm going to change into a new one." After saying that, she walked out of the kitchen, and I followed her out. In the living room, as I watched Sister Shuling walk into the dressing room, a strange idea suddenly came to me. I immediately stripped off all my clothes, leaving only the slippers she had prepared for her husband—slippers he rarely came home to, but now they were on my feet. I went into the dressing room and found it to be quite large, with many cabinets around the perimeter, some for clothes, others for shoes. In the center was a large, backless, square leather cushion. I saw that Sister Shuling had already taken off her evening gown and stockings stained with my semen. Seeing me naked, she was a little startled. "What are you doing? Why aren't you dressed?" I immediately went over and sat down beside her, putting my arm around her. "My dear wife, how about we play a game today? Let's both be naked in the house." "You have so many clever ideas, but it sounds like fun. Okay, my dear wife will play along with her lustful husband." "However, you can go without clothes, but you must wear stockings and high heels. That's what makes you sexy." "Okay, whatever you say." "Then I'll help my dear wife choose." Saying this, I took a pair of sheer, ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings from the drawer of the wardrobe next to me, and then took a pair of crisscross strappy high-heeled sandals from the shoe cabinet and handed them to her. She obediently put on both items. Seeing them on her immediately made me lose control. If I hadn't just ejaculated, I would have immediately pushed her down. "Let's go, let's go out. I'll go prepare dinner." This time, I didn't go to the kitchen to bother her, but instead sat on the sofa in the living room to continue resting. A while later, she brought out a steaming bowl of noodles. I took it and placed it on the coffee table. Then I pulled her aside and made her sit next to me, wearing only stockings and high-heeled sandals. My hands grasped her two firm breasts, but she pushed them away, saying, "Eat first, you lecherous husband, what's the rush? There's plenty of time tonight." So, I obediently finished the noodles and then comfortably lay back. She followed, lying in my lap, touching my nipples. Since no one had ever touched them before, her touch actually aroused me a little. But having just finished eating noodles, I didn't want to start anything too intense so soon. So I left my erect penis standing there. She saw this and immediately reached out and took it, gently stroking it. I lay there, enjoying her stroke. Because she stroked so gently and slowly, I wouldn't ejaculate. I could stroke like that all day without ejaculating. After she stroked for a while, I felt I had digested enough, so I asked her where the bathroom was. She asked, "What's wrong? Do you need to pee?" I said, "No, I just want to kiss my good wife. I want to brush my teeth first." She said, "You're such a sweet husband, so considerate." She led me into the bathroom, which was huge. The sink was big enough to be a conference table, and there was even a 3x3 mini bathtub. The toilets were even two side-by-side—perhaps specially designed couple seats? That was so thoughtful. She took a new toothbrush from the cabinet above the sink. I took it, opened it, squeezed out the toothpaste, and started brushing. While brushing, I looked at Sister Shuling nestled at the counter next to me, mentally planning my next move. When I spat the last mouthwash into the sink, I threw down the toothbrush, suddenly lunged at Sister Shuling, and forcefully kissed her. She was initially flustered, but quickly became more open, our tongues intertwining. My hand reached behind her, kneading her full buttocks. After a while, one of my hands moved to the front, kneading her breasts like a wolf. She clearly enjoyed this, even making soft sounds. My erect penis pressed tightly against her hairy vulva, rubbing against it. This rubbing without penetration gave us both a tingling, itchy feeling. Then, I had her wrap her arms around my neck, and I lifted her two stockinged legs, placing her on the sink. I knelt down, put my head on her genitals, and licked her vulva with my mouth and tongue. My hands weren't idle either, caressing her stockinged legs from thighs to knees, then from knees to heels, including her high-heeled sandals. After licking for a while, I said to her, "Good wife, lick your husband too." She hummed in response. I helped her down from the platform, and then I stood leaning against it. She knelt down, first grasping my erect penis with her hand, then lightly touching the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. I felt a tingling sensation. Next, she began licking my penis, then my scrotum, taking my entire scrotum into her mouth. My two testicles, encased within her scrotum, were sucked until they looked like hot quail eggs. She released my scrotum, then grasped my penis again, taking it into her mouth and slowly moving it forward. The tip of my penis in her mouth was being licked by her little tongue, bringing me to ecstasy. She released her grip on my penis, and her mouth continued forward, pressing against my stomach, allowing my entire penis to enter her mouth. My penis was licked by her tongue in her wet, warm mouth. Then she began to swallow and spit out my penis, swallowing it completely, and spitting it out with only the urethral opening touching her lips. As I enjoyed this high-class service, I wondered where this slut had learned these techniques; I'd have to ask her sometime. Just as I was about to ejaculate from her sucking, I said, "Wife, I want to fuck you." She obediently stopped sucking and stood up. I had her stand with her back to me, then had her support herself on the sink. I walked behind her, grasped my penis with one hand, and with the other, spread her labia. I gently inserted it, and just as I was about to start thrusting, I heard her yell, "Ouch! You stinky husband, you've inserted it into my urethra!" I immediately pulled out. I was stunned for a moment. Then I heard her say, "Stinky husband, I have to help you," while reaching back. I quickly handed her my penis. She grasped it, probed the entrance a few times, then gently pushed it forward, saying, "Go ahead," and let go. Finally, it was in! Her warm and familiar vagina. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began thrusting. At first, it was very light and slow, like exploring. After she got used to it, I increased the frequency, speed, and force. She started moaning. She would occasionally say, "Honey, you're so good, your pussy feels so good." Then I picked up one of her stockinged legs, supporting it with my arm, making her stand on one leg. I thrust in and out a few times, it felt good but also tiring. I put her leg down, turned her to face me, picked her up, and placed her on the sink.Then, with my erect penis, I thrust it into her wet pussy again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lowered my head to kiss her. I kept this up, my tongue inside her mouth while my penis pounded into her pussy. Her pussy was tight, showing no signs of being used much. "Wife, your pussy is so tight. Not many people have fucked you, have they?" "Of course, besides him, it's just you, my lustful husband. And he hasn't been interested in fucking me for years." "He doesn't know what's good for him. Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good to fuck you." While chatting with her, my hands were also wandering, caressing her beautiful legs in stockings. I maintained my thrusting pace while grabbing one of her stockinged feet, clad in a crisscross high-heeled sandal, and bringing it to my mouth. I immediately took the toe of her sandal and her five stockinged toes into my mouth. She gasped, the shoe, stocking, and toes merging into a strange flavor that aroused my penis even more. Then I spat out the shoe, stocking, and toes and began licking the top of her stockinged foot with my tongue, even extending it to the gap between her stockinged instep and the sandal, licking it passionately. Then I even licked the heel of her high-heeled sandal. The more I licked, the more excited I became, leading to a thrusting force I had never experienced before. I absolutely adored this woman in stockings. She caught me and placed her two beautiful, stockinged legs on my shoulders. This slut cooperated perfectly, hooking her high-heeled sandals around my neck. I immediately felt the friction between her stockinged feet and high-heeled sandals on the back of my neck, which made my penis thrust in and out of her already soaking wet pussy even more frequently. My waist swayed mechanically, and my thrusts were as joyful as a lawnmower. Then I put my arms around her back, letting only her buttocks rest on the sink, making the angle of her V-shaped body smaller and smaller until I kissed her mouth. Her legs were already curled up, but they were still tightly hooked around my neck. I thrust in and out while laying her back, letting her lean against the large mirror in front of the sink. I looked at the image in the mirror, then at the person outside the mirror, and thrust in and out even faster. "Wife, shall I get you pregnant?" "Sure, you horny husband, as long as you can get me pregnant." "Okay, then I'll give all my good things to my good wife." Then, I kissed her passionately, increasing the speed of my thrusts. Her high-heeled sandals and stockinged legs, which were wrapped around my neck, tightened even more. Finally, I thrust deeply into her vagina, my semen gushing out as her clitoris was gripped. I held that position for a moment, letting all the semen in my penis ejaculate. We kissed deeply, enjoying the final afterglow. She released her two alluring stockinged legs from my grasp. I pulled out my limp penis, and as I did so, I held it and rubbed it against her opening a few times, leaving even a few drops of semen inside her. After that, I lay down on top of her. We were both exhausted. We hugged each other, kissing every now and then, for what seemed like an eternity. 15

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