I slept with the landlord's wife at the landlord's house.

Register a beautiful girl account on the Bilibili app now! You need to log in.You can only download or view if you don't have an account. Register now. I slept with the landlord's wife at the landlord's house. I just graduated and have only been interning and working for a few months. These past two months have been especially busy, and I haven't had time to go online. However, something happened recently that has been bothering me a lot, and it's making me feel really uneasy. I worked the night shift yesterday and am off today, so I thought I'd talk about it. During the whole incident, I didn't have many doubts, but after calming down and thinking back, I suddenly felt there were many suspicious points. I couldn't help but start to worry. Back in mid-February, I started my internship at the company I had set up here and was looking for a place to live nearby. I originally wanted to find a small one-bedroom apartment so I could spend weekends with my girlfriend, which would be quite convenient. However, when I looked, one-bedroom apartments cost 1000 yuan a month, not including property management fees, which was really too expensive. Later, I saw a rental ad online for a guest bedroom in a two-bedroom apartment. It was 450 yuan a month including internet, fully furnished, and utilities were covered unless you used them excessively. The requirements were quite high: male only, healthy with no infectious diseases, regular lifestyle, quiet, and hygienic, etc. Other details were negotiable. It seemed pretty good, quite generous, and since my internship was 9-to-5, I called the landlord to arrange a viewing. The apartment was nice, only a 20-minute commute from my workplace, and the price was negotiated down to 420 yuan. When I went to see the apartment, both the male and female landlords were there. They looked young. From our conversation, I learned the man was 31, and the woman's age was unknown, but probably around 30. The man asked me many questions, which I didn't pay much attention to. Now, I can't remember what they were, but I do remember him saying he wanted to see my medical report to confirm I had no illnesses, and upon meeting me, he casually remarked, "You're quite tall." Although I felt a bit uncomfortable, I could understand. After all, letting a stranger live in your home could be disastrous if they had any health issues. Plus, time was tight; I hadn't expected the place to be so hard to rent, and I only had a few days left before I had to report for duty. Anyway, I was required to have a medical check-up for my police internship, so I just showed it to him without much thought. So, we signed a six-month lease. I had originally planned to sign for a year, but the landlord only gave me a six-month lease, saying I should stay first and we could discuss things later if things went well. And that's where the story begins. The male landlord's surname was Jiang, and the female landlord's surname was Chen; let's just call them that. At first, I was quite reserved, since I was staying at someone else's house, and with a young couple at that. I had initially thought they were an older couple with grown children, but they turned out to be quite young. The woman was twenty-nine, and they didn't have any children yet. After living there for over a month, we would chat occasionally, but overall, we didn't disturb each other. I usually go home, shower, and then go to my room, closing the door behind me. I don't know what Jiang does for a living, but he always comes home quite late. Sometimes, when I work the night shift, he's still not home by midnight. I know Chen is a yoga instructor, teaching at a friend's yoga class. It seems like she earns quite a bit and isn't too busy. Every morning when I leave, they're still asleep, and when I come back in the afternoon, Chen is already home alone. Because I'm a bit taller, sometimes when I'm in my room, Chen will knock on the door, wearing close-fitting loungewear, and ask me to do some chores, like putting the quilts on top of the cabinet or taking down the fan on top of the cabinet. This went on until almost April. One time in April, we found we couldn't connect to the internet at home, and neither could they. Chen suggested calling the telecom company, but I said I'd check. Since it showed no internet connection, it was probably a router problem. I restarted and reset the router, which was quite easy. After that, Chen realized I might know a bit about computers, and from then on, whenever there was a computer problem, she'd just ask me to come to their room to help her. Chen wasn't particularly tall, probably around 162 or 163 cm, but she taught yoga, so her figure was quite good. Her breasts were probably a B cup, and her buttocks were perky, but not particularly large—not the fleshy, overly large size one often associated with women who have given birth; they were round and firm. At home, she always wore soft, form-fitting loungewear, which accentuated her rounded hips, looking very comfortable. Her breasts were also slightly rounded, suggesting she wasn't wearing a bra, though it wasn't obvious. One afternoon during a holiday, Jiang was still out, and I was browsing the internet with the door closed when Chen knocked, saying her computer was very slow and laggy, and asked me to check it. When I looked, well, her 40GB C drive only had about 500MB of space left, and for some reason, the temporary folder was piled with almost 10GB of temporary files that hadn't been automatically cleaned up. I started cleaning it up for her, bit by bit. Chen stood next to me, one arm resting on the table, and her breasts pressed lightly against my arm, seemingly unintentionally. The softness of her breasts convinced me that Chen wasn't wearing a bra. At that moment, smelling the woman's fragrance on Chen, I did feel a little distracted. However, I couldn't be sure if she was intentionally or unintentionally pressing against me, so I just kept quiet, pretending to be a gentleman, and not looking at her. But Chen's breasts remained pressed against my arm, neither too tightly nor too loosely. I was unmoved and helped her delete or move things on her C drive, freeing up nearly 20GB of space before going back to my room. Back home, thinking about Chen's figure, her round buttocks that filled out her pants, and the feel of her soft breasts, I really felt like I was getting an erection. I couldn't help but have sexual fantasies. Suddenly, I had an impulse to say that it wouldn't be right for a man and a woman to be alone in a room without something happening. But thinking about it was one thing, actually doing it was another. Although I had seen how others seduced innocent women into bed, and I had even written some erotic stories online, I found myself to be more of a theorist than a practical person. There was a lonely young woman living just a wall away, and I remained indifferent because I didn't know how to make a move. I just indulged in fantasies every day, which was very painful. May arrived, and we had been living together for two months. We had become quite familiar with each other. Sometimes Jiang was home on weekends, and I would sleep in until noon. Chen would cook and call me to eat with us. After we finished eating, I would insist on washing the dishes. Chen would apologize and help me, and some physical contact was inevitable. Chen didn't seem to care at all. Jiang would watch TV, ignoring the fact that someone was taking advantage of his wife in the kitchen. At the time, I felt that maybe they felt more at ease because I was still a college student and a policeman. When I went to work, I would eat dinner before going home and then go online in my room. These past two months had been quite busy; I would work overtime, and when I got home, I still had to work on documents and such. Then Chen started knocking on my door to give me fruit, since it was gradually getting summer. Then she would lean against the door and chat with me, probably because she was lonely. We talked about all sorts of things, gradually drifting into personal matters, asking if I had a girlfriend, and how things were going with my girlfriend, but we didn't touch on any taboo topics. While we chatted, Chen always leaned against the door, probably to avoid suspicion, so she didn't come in. But the way she leaned against the door looked quite charming, her hair loose, and sometimes she would playfully swing her toe on her slipper, which looked especially cute. However, I didn't dare look too much, but she seemed to be staring at me while she spoke. Every time I glanced at her, I saw her staring back, making me a little nervous and unable to relax. If I could just boldly stare back, then… sigh. I'm just unsure what Chen is thinking. If I overthink things and do something inappropriate, not only will I be homeless, but my reputation might also be affected, possibly impacting my work. After all, they already know quite a bit about my personal situation, and of course, I haven't revealed much about my family. Sometimes I wondered if it was a trap, that if I did something, it would be recorded and used for blackmail. Otherwise, why would the male landlord often leave his wife alone, and why would the rental be limited to men? Anyway, I was always hesitant, afraid to actually do anything. I had the desire, but not the guts. Gradually, the weather got warmer. At home, Chen wore a loose tank top, her breasts, without a bra, clearly showing two points, and a deep red color was faintly visible through the fabric, looking very sexy and alluring. She wore those casual shorts, her white thighs exposed, stimulating my eyes. Her round buttocks made the shorts look full, giving her a curvaceous appearance. No wonder she's a yoga instructor. At this point, I was already losing control. I'd forgotten all about my girlfriend; my mind was filled with thoughts of Chen next door. But I still had some doubts. I felt that if I actually slept with Chen, this affair would be like offering myself up, a windfall—it was too strange. But what was bound to happen still happened. It was early June. That afternoon, I had dinner as usual and went home. I got home around 7:30, and found the house completely dark. I used my phone to light it up, and then Chen came out and said, "I'm so glad you're back! It seems the electricity ran out and you forgot the charging card. You were scared to be home alone. Thank goodness you're back!" I was so embarrassed. It was already getting warm in June; how was I going to sleep without electricity? We sat in the living room, and I didn't want to scold her for not having the charging card, so I said it was okay, I'd charge it the next day. I was...I wondered if the landlord was starting to worry about the electricity bill, since I sleep with the air conditioning on at night, and this whole thing made me want to charge my card. The living room wasn't a sectional sofa, but a long sofa, about four people wide. At first, we were about one person's width apart. As we talked, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Actually, it wasn't too bad; there were lights coming from the building across the street, so I could still see some things. Chen was wearing a loose, dress-like robe; the skirt probably reached just above her knees when she stood, but sitting, it revealed half her thigh. Her chest area was a bit saggy. I'm considerably taller than her, so I could peek into her chest, but it was too dark to see anything. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I took out my phone to keep it on, but Chen quickly stopped me, saying it was too bright. She then placed both hands on my arm and the back of my hand, then wrapped her arms around mine, holding me tightly, her chest pressed against my arm. I felt a sudden rush of light to my head, my whole body went numb, my face felt tingly, and I had some tinnitus. It was a very surreal feeling, and I was dizzy. I was stunned for a moment, then forgot all my worries and, out of instinct, pulled my arm away and turned to hug Chen. Chen hugged me back, and my hands wandered around her back, reaching under her to rub her buttocks. Soon, I got an erection, very hard, making my pants bulge against her. She told me to go take a shower, saying she had already showered. There was no electricity, so there was no hot water, but that didn't matter, especially since it was already getting warm. I went in to shower, and Chen followed me in. She gently washed my back and carefully washed my penis, squeezing shower gel into her hands and holding my penis and testicles, sliding and kneading them in her hands. Then she rinsed it clean with water, washing it very carefully and meticulously. After showering, we went to my room, closed the door, and drew the curtains. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, including Chen's naked body. We lay on the bed, embracing. I stretched my thigh between her legs, pressing against her genitals, and she squeezed her legs tightly together, gently rubbing against me. I held her and French kissed her, my hands kneading her buttocks and squeezing her breasts. Then I kissed her, from her chin down to her chest, and sucked on her breasts. Soon I felt her genitals getting wet and slippery, and I wanted to reach out and touch her, but she stopped me. So I used my penis. There weren't many fancy moves, no oral sex or anything like that. I didn't expect her to do all that on our first time. It was very normal. She was on top, I was on top, I was on top of her, holding her buttocks, slowly inserting myself. I didn't even think about using a condom. After all, she was a respectable young woman, she should be clean and wouldn't have any diseases. Besides, I was so aroused at the time that I didn't think much about anything else. This was my first time having sex with a woman I had no intimate relationship with, especially since she was my landlady—a married woman, a young woman. It felt incredibly exciting and stimulating. Chen was shorter than my current girlfriend, and her vagina seemed a bit smaller, though not particularly tight. But combined with the excitement, it was still great overall. I lay on top of her and penetrated her. She became increasingly wet, and I could faintly hear squelching sounds. Then Chen gestured for her to be on top. I wondered if she would move up and down like in porn movies, since my girlfriend didn't like that because it was tiring. Sure enough, Chen didn't move like that. She just pressed my penis deep inside her vagina, our bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing back and forth. I guess she was stimulating her clitoris. Chen placed her hands on my chest and moved faster and faster. I could feel my penis deeply inside her vagina, trembling with her friction—it felt itchy and quite comfortable. Then Chen moved very quickly, and her movements became large and forceful, making "oh, oh" sounds. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, and I felt her whole body trembling, her vagina contracting, probably indicating an orgasm. I didn't expect Chen to be able to orgasm on top of me. After Chen orgasmed, she lay on top of me, panting. I held her buttocks, using my thighs to lift her lower body, and moved below her, penetrating her vagina deeply. Chen moaned softly. After a while, Chen sat up and started moving again. This time, she gestured for me to sit up too. I sat up, held her in my arms, and sucked on her breasts. She hugged me and continued rubbing against me, bringing her to another orgasm. Then she lay down, panting heavily, and I continued penetrating her on top of her, just like at the beginning, until I felt like ejaculating. I then lifted her buttocks, letting her lower body suspend in the air, and began my final thrust. Chen probably knew I was about to ejaculate, because she clung to me, her arms around my neck and her legs crossed around my waist. I kept thrusting, wanting to pull out and ejaculate outside. Even though I was very impulsive and excited, I still had some sense of reason; I knew I couldn't ejaculate inside, or I might cause trouble. Finally, just as I felt I was about to ejaculate and was about to pull out, something unexpected happened. I don't know if Chen just happened to have another orgasm or what, but just as I was about to pull out, Chen suddenly tensed up, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and her legs clamped tightly around my waist. I couldn't pull out in time, and I ejaculated all of it inside her. My heart sank; I'd messed up. After pulling out, I told her I'd buy medicine tomorrow. She didn't seem angry; she even kissed me and said it was okay, not to worry, that she'd handle it herself. Then she said she was quite tired and wanted to shower and go to sleep. I offered to help her shower, and she neither agreed nor disagreed, so I helped her shower. The next day, when I got up for work, I saw Jiang's shoes were off at the door. I guessed he was sleeping inside. I felt a little smug, thinking, "I slept with your wife, and you can still sleep." I felt great. When I came home that night, I was still looking forward to it. After all, I had broken free of my shackles the day before, and I was still thinking about it. When I got home, Chen just smiled at me, we chatted briefly, but she didn't mention anything about the previous day or make any hints before going back to her room. I went back to my room and did my own thing. Chen didn't knock on my door all night. I wondered if I should knock, but I was afraid it would be too abrupt, and if she didn't want to, it would be awkward and I wouldn't be able to back down. So I just focused on my work. And that was it. Nothing happened. None of the things I worried about happened. No one tried to blackmail me, but the thing I hoped for didn't happen either—I didn't have any more relations with Chen. Although we would sometimes kiss and touch, Chen didn't seem interested in taking it any further, so I didn't force it. So, about a month passed. I didn't think too much about it, just a bit nostalgic about that night, wondering if she had acted impulsively because of the lack of electricity. Then, on July 6th, I returned home as usual. Chen smiled at me, chatted briefly, and went back to her room. I went back to my room to do my own things; I'd been incredibly busy lately and hadn't had time to think about anything else. Around 9 or 10 pm, I went to the bathroom to shower. I'd only been showering for a short while when someone knocked on the bathroom door. I was startled; only Chen was home besides me, so it had to be her. But then my heart started racing with anticipation. I opened the door and saw Chen standing naked in the bathroom doorway, completely uninhibited. My mind went blank, and I felt utterly numb. Chen went into the bathroom, and I followed. She washed me, then carefully washed my penis. I figured she was going to use it later, so I washed hers too. After washing up, she went into my room and closed the door as usual. Last time it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, but this time there was electricity and the lights were on, so I could see everything clearly. We started the same way as last time, kissing and touching, and then I was on top. She orgasmed twice and lay down. After that, I didn't keep being on top like last time. Instead, we lay on our sides together, I was behind her, and I pulled her buttocks towards me, so she was lying on her side at an angle on the bed. I penetrated her from behind like that, quite deeply. She was very tight, and I held her buttocks with both hands while I thrust, it felt great. I kept thrusting like that until the final climax, maintaining that position. When I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out promptly and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to cover myself. This time, Chen seemed a little unhappy and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I didn't know what she meant, and I thought she thought I was upset that I came too quickly this time. I didn't say anything, just stared at her blankly. She didn't blame me anymore. She took some paper to wipe me clean, then started rubbing and masturbating my penis, seemingly wanting to do it again. I started to worry about the time, checking my phone—it was almost 11 PM. Chen probably knew what I was thinking, so she said her husband wouldn't be coming tonight. I really wondered to myself, could I really be that lucky? It didn't seem like it was going to be that easy for me. But despite my thoughts, I had a decent woman to sleep with, so why think so much? It wasn't like I was losing out. Chen just lay on her side...She rubbed my penis without saying a word, and I touched and rubbed her too, until my penis started to react. Then Chen bent down and took it into her mouth. I felt like I was flying. Whether it felt good or not was secondary, because I really didn't expect Chen to give me oral sex. Just like that, without warning or any request, she started licking my penis. I felt like I couldn't sit still, I was so excited. You know, a married woman, a respectable young woman, licking your penis like that, who wouldn't be excited? Anyway, I got hard in no time. Chen gave me oral sex for a while, then lay down. I thought, let's return the favor, you gave me oral sex, I'll give you one too. So I kissed her, and then kissed my way down. When I got to her private parts, Chen stopped me for a moment, holding my head with both hands, but it didn't seem like she was stopping me very firmly, so I continued kissing her. Chen's pubic hair was very thick, and if I didn't part it and hold it down with my hand, it was impossible to keep kissing her clitoris. I used one hand to push her pubic hair aside and kiss her clitoris, while using my other hand to insert my fingers into her vagina. This time, she didn't object. I used the same techniques I use on my girlfriend, constantly kissing her clitoris and stimulating her vagina until she had an orgasm. After that, like before, I went on top of her, cupped her buttocks, and penetrated her. I thought that since Chen had already had two orgasms the first time, and I had given her oral sex and she had an orgasm, she would be quite tired and wouldn't want to initiate again. Unexpectedly, she still came on top and did it once more before lying down. Once she lay down, she hugged me, so I couldn't change positions and just kept thrusting into her until I reached my climax. Although this time it wasn't as exciting or stimulating as the first time, because she had given me oral sex and had a second orgasm, I was still very excited and didn't think too much about it. When it came time to ejaculate, just like the first time, at that moment, Chen hugged me tightly, her legs clamped together, and I ejaculated inside her. At this point, I had a slight feeling that something was wrong, but it was very faint and didn't attract my attention. I just watched as she asked if I wanted to buy medicine the next day. Sure enough, she kissed me and said she would handle it herself and not let me worry. I said let's sleep together tonight. She didn't say anything, which meant she agreed. We went to shower and came back to sleep together, naked. The next morning, I woke up with a hard erection. Chen was naked next to me, and I was especially excited in the morning, so we did it again. She didn't object, but this time she didn't suggest being on top. There was no foreplay; I just kissed her and then penetrated her. I ejaculated outside, and she didn't say anything. I went to work. A day later, a sliver of doubt slowly surfaced in my mind. I realized something was wrong. Then I recalled and analyzed, and found many things that didn't seem right. I suspected it might be a trap, and that I might have been impregnated. Although it seemed unbelievable, I remembered seeing ads in some tabloids about wealthy businessmen who couldn't have children offering to lend sperm for a certain amount of money, with requirements for the other party. But it seemed so far-fetched and unbelievable. How could such a thing happen, paying a huge sum of money to let someone else have their way with your wife? But later I learned that artificial insemination does exist in society. I don't know what they were thinking, but I just find it unbelievable. Let me sort out my thoughts. When I first went to rent a room, the listing said male only, which wasn't unusual; many listings have gender restrictions. At first, I thought Chen was worried that having a woman move in would make her husband unfaithful, but that seemed unlikely since Jiang was often away from home. That was the problem. Then, when we met, he said, whether unintentionally or with obvious interest, "You're quite tall." Looking back now, it seemed like he was quite pleased. Of course, I'm recalling this subjectively now; I don't remember his exact tone or expression, but that's the feeling I had. After that, he wanted to see my medical examination form, which seemed unreasonable. While health factors are considered when moving in, it's not like they'd be so strict about requiring a medical examination form. I didn't think much of it then, but now it seems very illogical. Also, Jiang was rarely home. Would any man really let his wife live with a young man like that? Besides, Chen wasn't ugly; she had a decent figure. This makes even less sense. He was always very enthusiastic and natural when chatting with me, showing no suspicion whatsoever, even after I had sex with his wife. I don't know if he genuinely didn't know or was pretending. Finally, the most illogical part is the internal ejaculation. I don't know how many years they've been married, but it's definitely three or four years, maybe longer, and they definitely don't have children. When I had sex with Chen, the first time she gripped me tightly and let me ejaculate inside, she wasn't angry; instead, she said she would handle it herself. I think any decent woman who's had sex with another man for the first time and was internally ejaculated into wouldn't be so calm. The first time she ejaculated inside, she went to wash up and went back to her room to sleep. Let's just say the first time was a coincidence—she just happened to have an orgasm, so she gripped me tightly, preventing me from getting out. But what about the second time? The second time was even stranger. We did it twice. The first time, I didn't ejaculate inside, and she said, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to ejaculate?" It seemed like she was blaming me for ejaculating too quickly, but now that I think about it, wasn't she implying I didn't ejaculate inside? Then, this time, I didn't ejaculate inside, and coincidentally, Jiang wasn't coming home that night, so we had time to do it again. This is too much of a coincidence! And during the second ejaculation, just like the first time, she gripped me tightly, letting me ejaculate inside. If the first time was a coincidence, then this time is too? And the reactions were the same—very calm, assuring me not to worry, that she would handle it. Leaving aside the third time we had sex this morning, the interval between the first two times was almost a month. This seems like a menstrual cycle. Last month, this time was my fertile window, so we had sex. Then for a month, it was just kissing and touching, nothing more. Then my period came, and I found out I wasn't pregnant, so I had sex again during my next fertile window? Does my analysis make sense? Anyway, the more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems. I feel like they're using me as a sperm donor. Even though I got a decent young woman, which feels like a win, and the internal ejaculation is irresponsible, I feel that if it really is a sperm donor, then my first child will have to call someone else "Dad," and the children I have with my wife won't be my first. It feels really awkward and upsetting, and I can't concentrate on work anymore. The thing I really want to figure out right now is whether Chen's relationship with me was a genuine affair, or if it was a premeditated scheme by the couple to have a child through artificial insemination, so I'd be kicked out once Chen got pregnant. Speaking of which, I remembered that when I signed the contract, I wanted a year-long one, but they only signed a six-month one. It seems like landlords always want long-term leases; I've never seen a short lease that doesn't cover the long term. That's unreasonable, isn't it? Sigh, I'm really conflicted now. I want to understand, but I don't know how. I can't exactly ask Chen myself: "Did you have sex with me because you were lonely, or are you trying to have a child through artificial insemination?" Sigh. So frustrating. PS: I think there's no such thing as a free lunch; there are only traps that look like free lunches. I didn't actively seduce her; it's like she's been subtly seducing me. Is it like I'm throwing myself at her? And then, with ejaculation inside and no responsibility, and my husband not home, is it really that good? The most crucial thing is the interval between the two encounters—almost a month. It seems like a menstrual cycle. Some people say that lending a child is just lending a child, but it's not like that. It's like your own child calling someone else "Dad," and that this child might be your first. It's been almost a week and a half since the 6th to the 14th. We've kissed and touched each other, but nothing more. Just now when I came back, Chen smiled at me and touched my genitals. I touched her breasts and pinched her butt, and then she went back to her room, just like before. It's the 16th now. When I came home tonight, Chen gave me an ice pop, sat on my bed for a while and chatted for about ten minutes, then went back to her room to go online. I feel like Chen's gaze and the way she talks to me are really gentle now. Could it be fake? What do you think? Could it be that they've really developed feelings for each other after the surrogacy?

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