The Thief's Wife

Three years ago, a friend asked me to help him find someone to clean his newly renovated 300-square-meter duplex in the city center. I immediately posted a job ad on 58.com, and soon a stream of cleaners came to see the job. After a quick look, they all turned me down, citing reasons like price and scheduling conflicts. The truth was, none of them were my target: a beautiful older woman. Persistence pays off. One evening, someone arranged to see the job. After searching for a while, I finally met her. Her surname was Li, she was 47 years old, from out of town, and made a living as a housekeeper and cleaner in the city. She was tall, strong, and well-proportioned, with a full face and alluring eyes. She had a cheerful personality, but her hair was noticeably gray, and her face looked weathered and aged. But she suited my taste; intuitively, I knew she was my type. That evening, after seeing the price, which was even higher than the previous one, I agreed to her offer. My aim was to keep her around and test her further. As we were leaving, I took her hand and wouldn't let go, telling her she was beautiful and I genuinely liked her, wanting to make a good friend. I promised she wouldn't be taken advantage of. She seemed flustered, hesitant and pulling at me, yet her face showed joy. I seized the opportunity to hug and kiss her; she couldn't escape and we quickly bit each other's lips… At this point, I was pretty sure she wouldn't leave. On the first day of work, she was working downstairs with a big, simple-minded man. I quietly went upstairs to her room, intending to be intimate. She resisted, signaling me to be careful. Afterwards, she said the man was stingy and violent, keeping a close eye on her, and warned me to be careful! Sure enough, a few days later, she called me. I was overjoyed, my heart pounding. She asked what I was doing and if I had eaten. She cooked me a delicious meal at her house, and I immediately understood. I politely declined, as I'm always cautious and pragmatic. Going to her house wouldn't get anything done, so what if… I wanted to whet her appetite first, and then begged her to come to my workplace. With a mix of coaxing and flattery, she reluctantly agreed. A few days later, I finally got my wish… To my astonishment, this seemingly simple old woman was incredibly unrestrained! She worked hard during the day, and at night, she would ride her bike to my house, offering herself to me, letting me do as I pleased. In bed, we were full of passion and energy. She was energetic, insatiable, and never tired of different positions. She loved deep kisses and swallowing, sucking my nipples, and especially reacted strongly when I licked her vulva, moaning repeatedly, her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her arms clamping around my neck, her hands cupping my head as she groaned, "Ah… um… I love it! I love it!" "She was always laughing and talking, and her sexual response was quick. Every time we were intimate, she'd become incredibly horny, and often, while we were making love, the man would call. She'd calmly lie and brush it off, returning home late at night. I remember one time we thrust over 2600 times, fucking for hours, drenched in sauna sweat, setting a record for the longest and most frequent sexual encounters with any woman I've ever had. This was something I never imagined. Truly, thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty like a sucker of the earth! Later I learned that she had divorced years ago and then met this man, who was also divorced and single. They were from the same hometown, both working in the city, and he was several years younger than her. Driven by life's pressures and physical needs, they quickly rented a place and moved in together. He promised her a large sum of money after the village was demolished in the coming years. Years passed, and instead of receiving her promised money, she had to support this lazy, good-for-nothing scumbag. Moreover, his health had been deteriorating in recent years, and he was useless in bed. The heavy financial burden weighed heavily on her." She was out of breath. Perhaps it was fate, but our unexpected meeting sparked a perfect match. A passionate sex life, a long-lost physical satisfaction, rekindled the old woman's former passion, and she became uncontrollably wild, like she'd been injected with adrenaline! An unforgettable all-nighter… That day, it was past 7 pm after get off work. I'd only cycled a short distance from the company gate when the phone rang. Seeing it was her, I was overjoyed. She asked if I was home or at work. She said he'd gone home for a hospital visit and left that afternoon, asking me to come over. She was on her way back and told me to take the Second Ring Road. Without hesitation, I agreed to come right away. In my haste, I took a shortcut but ended up taking a longer route, though I was very happy. When I got to her yard, I bought a pack of good cigarettes. Going upstairs, I looked around to make sure no one was there, then knocked lightly and slipped inside. The living room was bright. I noticed her hair was dyed brown and pulled back nicely. She was wearing a loose, light-colored floral shirt. She still brought me a can of warm "Wanglaoji" herbal tea and asked if I wanted milk. Then I told her about his illness—a kidney problem—and how he was now practically "unable to function!" "I teased her, saying that even though he's tall and strong, I can make you feel better. She laughed and said, 'You're so capable!' Then she asked if I could stay. I understood and said, 'My husband will fuck you beautifully tonight, all night long!' She then asked if I should bring the car up. I said no, it's fine. Looking at my beloved old flame, scanning her full and strong body, we were both immersed in the lewd ambiguity of our twilight rendezvous, exchanging flirtatious glances, understanding each other without words. I comfortably lit a cigarette, sipped my slightly sweet and refreshing tea, and genuinely liked this simple, unpretentious, and understanding old woman. My lower body felt hot and throbbing... I took out my phone, pretending to check the weather, and secretly took a few pictures of her. I wanted to preserve the memory of tonight, and urged her to take a shower and go to bed early, she'd had a hard day." It was tough. We both knew perfectly well that she was completely naked when she came out of the room. Years of hard work had left her with a muscular, toned body, a protruding belly, and heavy arms. I secretly took a few more pictures. She was completely unaware. After she finished washing, she rinsed my penis and then turned off the light before we went into the room together. My first thought was, "What if he suddenly comes back?" I locked the door from the inside. She turned off the bright light and turned on the TV. We were sitting naked on the edge of the bed when her phone rang. I glanced at it and knew it was her man calling, so I didn't say anything. This kind of coincidence was truly strange; it wasn't the first or second time. Last year, when we were on duty at work, he would always call during or right after we were having sex. About two weeks ago, the night he had just been discharged from the hospital for the first time, she called me over, and we were about to have sex when he called again, wanting to video chat. I was terrified. Oh no. She asked about her illness with "concern," and I stroked her fleshy back and thick legs. She grabbed my left hand to stop me, so I used my right hand to reach around from behind her and knead her breasts. We were pulling at each other while they talked on the phone, which was quite exciting. A few minutes later, the phone suddenly hung up. She complained that he was just like that, sneaky, lazy, and always watching her. She lifted the covers, found some tissues, and lay down. I couldn't wait to press down on her ample body. It had been half a month since I'd had sex with her, and she smelled so good! (Actually, I had just had sex with another 54-year-old mistress on her big bed three days ago), but a woman's scent is irreplaceable. I put my phone, which I had set to record the conversation, next to her pillow, and we hugged and kissed. She immediately made "mmm" sounds. "A soft moan," that's the seductive sound I love to hear most. I secretly recorded quite a few for my own enjoyment, to make up for the inability to record videos. She's one of the few women I love most and who's most skilled at kissing (almost on par with my other 58-year-old Sichuan mistress). Our tongues intertwine and lick wildly. She always holds my tongue for a long time, sucking and licking until she's completely drained of my saliva. It never ends. I can't take it anymore. I get up impatiently and pull down her red panties. She lifts her buttocks and unhooks her bra. We're naked again, huddled together, kissing and rubbing against each other. She's plump and fragrant, her thick pubic hair intimately intertwined. On her thick, full, and heavy body, I feel my small body light up. She was beautiful. She was incredibly resilient, often going at it for hours, four or five times in a row. She would always tell me I was tired and needed a break before continuing. Looking at her wrinkled face and gray hair, watching the older women taking turns pressing down on me with such ecstasy, I was aroused. My penis swelled, and I kissed her passionately, calling her by her nickname, "Sweetheart, my darling, let me put it in, okay?" This made her moan softly, her body going limp and weak, actively bending her legs to meet me. She was very wet, and my thick, dark penis slid in easily, penetrating deep into her cunt. She let out a low, muffled "Ah!" and moaned repeatedly. I leaned down to kiss her, my arms supporting her thick legs as I fucked her, showering her with affection. I fucked her until she was panting heavily and incoherently. She liked to tell jokes while I fucked her, and I responded with laughter and continued to fuck her hard and deep. Her speech became intermittent, and the old bed creaked and groaned under the weight. She moaned that her legs were too tired and wanted to lie flat. I told her that it wouldn't be deep, but it would rub her clitoris, which she liked. So I hugged her neck and fucked her, then did some fancy moves, supporting myself on the bed with my hands, my upper body suspended in the air and my lower body pressed against hers. Then I used my right hand to lift her left leg and fucked her, and then used both hands to lift her buttocks and fucked her. Finally, I got up and squatted on the bed, placing her legs on my legs and her buttocks stacked on top of mine, fucking her. It was very lewd and obscene. She moaned continuously, and her vagina was wet. I told her to listen to the squelching sounds of her vagina and teased her in her ear: "Husband, fuck me..." "Your pussy is all wet from being fucked," she giggled, hugging and pinching me, saying it was all your juice. I swore I hadn't ejaculated yet, that it was still a long way off. She coquettishly said, "Okay, that's enough, I need to ejaculate and then we can sleep. She has to go to work tomorrow." I said, "I can't ejaculate yet, let's rest a bit and then we'll do it again. Tonight is a rare opportunity, your husband won't let you off the hook. I'll fuck you until you're comfortable and happy at work tomorrow." She then whined, "Mmm...mmm...hum...hum." Just like that, I rolled off her, sat against the headboard, and hugged her, caressing her entire body. She nestled against my chest with her head on my chest, and we watched TV and chatted while I pinched and twisted her nipples. We kissed and bit each other repeatedly, and I slipped one hand between her thighs, touching and pinching her hairy mons pubis and clitoris, making them writhe. After a while, I was overcome with lust again and climbed on top of her, begging for more. She pretended to be annoyed. I was both reluctant and compliant, lying flat and letting her do as she pleased... And so, I used the trick of holding back my ejaculation to maintain my pent-up desire, repeatedly having sex with her at intervals. That night, we went to bed around 10 PM and finished around 11:30 PM, having sex four times for over an hour. We were both soaking wet, and our vaginas were a mess of secretions. She couldn't take it anymore, and my glans was sore from excessive friction before we finally stopped. We agreed to have sex one more time before dawn and ejaculate inside her. My plan was to have sex at dawn. While she went to the bathroom naked to shower, I secretly took two more nude photos. I also showered and then went to bed with her, holding her as we slept. Looking at her exhausted face in my arms, I felt very satisfied and accomplished.He adored her even more, showering her with affection and repeatedly caressing her wrinkled face, bottom, and back, kissing her mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, making her close her eyes and moan softly as she slowly drifted into a sweet dream... A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. When my phone alarm went off, it was already 5:30 in the morning. After sleeping for five or six hours, we had both recovered. I didn't forget my original intention. I picked her up, turned her over, and laid her flat on her back. I carefully took off her red shorts. In her drowsy state, she moaned softly, asking knowingly, "What are you doing?" I shamelessly begged for pleasure and climbed onto her plump belly, hugging her tightly and biting her mouth. I said that we were probably the only two in the whole building having sex again, setting a record! She laughed and threw herself into my arms, actively raising her legs to meet my thick penis head, gently rubbing against her not-yet-fully-wet vulva, enduring the pain as I slowly penetrated her, embracing and thrusting. Soon her vulva was slippery and wet. With our strength restored, time pressing, and full of thick semen, we changed from the tender intimacy and passionate indulgence of the previous night, quickly changing positions to fuck her beautifully. I grabbed her legs with both hands, spread them apart and raised them high in an inverted V shape, and quickly twisted my hips back and forth, thrusting. Watching my penis slide in and out of her vagina, its surface covered in her thick, white secretions, I asked her to look up. She only lifted her head slightly before collapsing, swaying from side to side, begging me to ejaculate quickly… I pulled her down, supporting her buttocks, and while penetrating her, I gently touched her vaginal opening with my fingers. Suddenly, a dizzying rush of blood overwhelmed me, and I cried out that I couldn't hold back any longer. I ejaculated a large amount of thick semen deep into her vagina… I collapsed onto her ample body, feeling a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, utterly exhausted. She comforted me with her hands, like a loving mother. She asked if I wanted to sleep a little longer, as she had to go to work. I said I was leaving too, and I got up and lifted her legs. She had just placed some paper under her buttocks when her thick semen overflowed from her vagina. She felt incredibly satisfied and proud. This scene was something the useless man lying on his sickbed back home could never have imagined…

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