An Unfaithful Love Song: A Chance Encounter [Full Text]

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Pingjie was introduced to me by my best friend Liu Dong.

That day was a weekend after I broke up with my first girlfriend.

Liu Dong dragged me out for drinks, trying to cheer me up.

We were both college students, and the encouragement we gave each other was nothing more than the same
old stuff

have to worry about finding a good girl in the future. Actually, I didn't care much about that girlfriend. We only dated for a single
semester . The breakup wasn't really a blow to me. In fact, she wasn't even my type.

I just felt a bit lonely and isolated from now on, with no one to accompany me.

Liu Dong, being a friend of many years, understood me quite well.

After pouring me another glass of liquor, he clinked glasses with me, downed his own glass in one gulp, and then said
with a grin , "

Don't lie to me. How far have things progressed? Have you slept together?" "Slept my ass! I've told you before, we just hold hands and kiss occasionally. The most we've ever had
is touching her breasts through her clothes. You know how incredibly innocent she is..."

I said angrily. Indeed, if I could really seduce this brat, I wouldn't have been dumped so easily
like .

"I knew you were all talk, but when it really matters, you're more reserved than a girl. Don't call her innocent ; if
you were really that good, you would have slept with her already... Fine, I'll just consider it a good deed for you, this innocent virgin.

I've been chatting with a girl on WeChat these past few days, I'll send you the picture." Saying this, Liu Dong put down his glass and pulled his phone
out of his pocket.

"Really? Where is she? How old is she?" I stopped eating and asked excitedly.

I know Liu Dong too well. This guy is handsome and dashing, and a master at seducing women. Over
the years from QQ to WeChat, I know he's slept with at least a dozen women. I've asked him for girls
' contact information before, but firstly, because he's a shrew and doesn't share his own. Secondly, because
I've always been passive in both relationships and sex, appearing naive, he knows I wouldn't have much of a chance even if he gave it to me,
so he's always been tight-lipped about it.

This time, perhaps because I looked pitiful, having just broken up, and almost 22 and still
a virgin, or maybe he'd had a bit too much to drink and felt that as brothers he should share
some with me since he eats meat every day, he was unusually generous.

"I guarantee you'll like it," Liu Dong said, scrolling through his phone, clicking on a woman's WeChat profile picture,
zooming in on the photo, and handing it to me.

I took it and my heart sank.

The WeChat profile picture was very clear. A middle-aged woman with short, ear-length hair and large
sunglasses obscured her features. The only thing that caught my eye was her voluptuous figure;
her large breasts, tightly encased in a sky-blue cashmere sweater, displayed alluring curves in the photo.

"Damn!" I cursed, throwing my phone on the table and saying disdainfully to Liu Dong, "You son of a bitch,
is this your taste? She's an old lady, and you're going for her?"

"Idiot, what do you know?" Liu Dong picked up the phone, looked at it, and turned to say, "
What kind of woman do you think you're looking for? Don't you even know your own character? I'd give her my hands, and she might not even be interested in you.

Besides, didn't you used to like older women? How come your taste changed after you went to college?"

"I like mature women, but I don't like old ladies! She's too old."
Being a teenager, I said this, but I couldn't help taking the phone from his hand again to examine it more closely.

"Actually... she's alright. I can't see her whole face, but she's quite fair-skinned, so she shouldn't be too bad-looking. She looks
a bit chubby, but those breasts are really big. It would feel great to rub them..." I
commented lewdly while carefully observing her.

"Look at you. Aren't you being a pain in the ass?" Liu Dong asked coldly, looking at me.

"Come on, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm not picky. Tell me, did you sleep with this girl?" I

asked curiously

. "Not yet, but we chatted quite well... let's see who goes first!" Liu Dong
said, swinging his legs.

"Oh! Okay! I'll add her as a friend first. How do I add her? Is it WeChat or QQ?" I
eagerly took out my phone and opened WeChat.

"Phone number 13xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

"Wow! You even have her phone number. I guess I can't beat you." I sent a friend request, then couldn't help
feeling nervous.

"What if she doesn't accept?"

"That depends on your luck, but if she does, don't say you know me."

"Okay, I won't betray you!"

For a moment, my heartbreak vanished, replaced by a longing
and exciting fantasy of seducing mature women.

"What does this woman do? How old is she? Is she married? How do you know her?" I asked.

Liu Dong took out a cigarette and offered me one, then lit one for himself and said slowly, "Your surname is Zhou, you're over forty,
I don't know exactly how old, but your kids are all grown up, and you work selling things in a shopping mall."

"I knew you'd pick up a lot of young girls, but I didn't expect someone your age to be interested." I
kept checking my phone, anxiously waiting for a reply.

"So what if you're older? Older people are better in bed and know how to pamper women!"

Liu Dong and I both let out a lewd laugh. "

Who are you?"

"Awesome! You added me!" My phone showed that my friend request had been accepted, and then the other person sent a
message. I then saw that her name was Shuping… a very traditional female name.

"I am…" I suddenly felt unsure how to answer this question; Liu Dong had just told me not to betray him.

I was using the phone function, and saying it was someone nearby would obviously give me away.

Seeing my hesitation, Liu Dong snatched my phone, cursing me for being a blockhead, while smoothly typing out a string of
words.

"Are you Ms. Zhang Lin? I'm Xiao Li, here to apply for a job with you.

" "No...you've got the wrong person," the other person replied.

"Ah...sorry, I got the phone number wrong by one digit..." Liu Dong's lie was so convincing that he almost
believed it himself.

"It's okay..." the woman sent a kind smiley face emoji.

"I'm really sorry, but since we're so close, I'll let you have a go."

I moved my chair next to Liu Dong and peeked at his performance. I couldn't help but admire him.

After a long while, the woman replied, "Sure. But I haven't been using WeChat for very long, and I
don't know how , so my typing might be slow. Please forgive me."

"Alright! Here you go." Liu Dong handed me the phone and said, "That's all I can do for you. From now on, it
's up to you." He then called the waiter to pay for the meal.

"Me too... Well... It's nice to meet you."

I stammered as if I were meeting a complete stranger in real life. As Liu Dong and I walked out of
the restaurant, we chatted for a bit more before going our separate ways.

Actually, I had known for a long time that WeChat was often called a hookup app. Having always longed to lose my virginity,
I've had my share of sexual mishaps and setbacks. I've experienced
disappointment and deception. After being burned a couple of times, I've only used WeChat as a way to contact friends.

Now, encouraged by Liu Dong, I'm trying a more exciting plan to hunt for women, and I'm a little nervous. After all, I'm
just an ordinary poor student, with neither extra money nor outstanding looks. How can I win
the heart of a mature stranger? It's a real challenge.

"Hehe, how old are you? Can you tell me your occupation?" she asked.

"I'm 22, a junior at X University," I answered truthfully.

"Ah! So young! I'm 45. Won't you mind being friends with me?" She

's definitely very familiar with me. I replied with a smile, "Oh, not at all... as long as you don't mind my looks!"

"How could I..."

We chatted as we walked, and I was already home. Once in my room, alone under the lamp, I replied, "
Is Shuping your name?"

"Yes."

"A very beautiful name. You must be as elegant and beautiful in real life as your name suggests, right?"

"Not at all... I'm getting old, what's with all the talk of elegance and beauty... And what's your name? I can't read
your English name."

Then I remembered that my WeChat name was my English name, Terry.

"My name is Li Zheng. I live in XX district."

"Oh? Really? What a coincidence, I also live in XX district. I sell cosmetics at Xiangyangli Shopping Mall. You
can come to me if you need to buy cosmetics for your girlfriend."

"Great! I live in Linheli. We're only three bus stops apart, really not far. But I don't have
a girlfriend… I just broke up with my boyfriend."

"Really? Your profile picture shows a handsome young man. You won't have to worry about not having beautiful girls to date in the future. Don't
be discouraged ."

"Thank you!" Although my initial intentions in getting to know her weren't pure, I was still touched by her comfort.

"Can I call you Sister Ping?"

"Sure, then I'll call you Little Li." A cute smiley face emoji.

"Hmm! It's getting late, Sister Ping, aren't you going to rest?" I
asked casually, noticing it was almost 11 pm.

"I run a Taobao shop online, and I also have some work to do. I'm going to sleep soon."

"Then you're busy. We can chat again sometime. It was nice meeting you again." To avoid
offending her, I decided to call it a day.

"Okay! Goodnight!" A goodbye emoji...

"Phew!" I let out a long sigh, the heartbreak of the breakup completely forgotten.

Next, I started browsing Ping's WeChat Moments. I found quite a few photos of Ping;
she was actually more beautiful than I'd imagined without her sunglasses. Although she had short hair, it was a carefully styled, trendy perm. Her figure
did show signs of middle-aged womanhood, but her large breasts and hips, combined with her good taste in clothing, gave her a
unique mature woman's charm and elegance that complemented her perfectly. It was also clear that Ping was a fun-loving person.
Most of her photos were of her travels. But I didn't see a single one of her family.

As I looked at them, the alcohol took effect, and I drifted off to sleep.

That night, I had a wet dream.

In my dream, a middle-aged, voluptuous, beautiful woman and I made love passionately. I could almost smell the
woman 's flesh. But I couldn't see her face clearly. But I believed it must be Ping...

In the morning, I realized I'd had a wet dream.

…After a few days of tentative contact, I had learned a lot about Sister Ping.

Sister Ping's real name is Zhou Shuping, 45 years old, married, from Y City. Her husband is a long-distance bus driver.
They have a daughter in middle school in Y City. Sister Ping and her husband are migrant workers in this city; neither of them are locals. Sister Ping's husband is
honest and hardworking, while Sister Ping is virtuous and diligent; they are a harmonious couple. However, Sister Ping is more open
to new things, such as travel, WeChat, and Taobao. Her husband, Lao Wu, prefers
a stable life.

Daily greetings and constant replies to her WeChat Moments... I became increasingly familiar with Sister Ping, but only as a regular
online friend. I wanted to take things further but didn't know where to start. Although I've always longed for a romantic encounter, life
isn't just about that. As a student, I have to diligently attend classes every day. I also look for new
girlfriends and pursue potential partners, so I wasn't in a rush. Gradually, I became less interested in chasing after women
and started to take things in stride. This indifferent attitude actually made me
more relaxed with Ping, without the initial pressure of wanting to seduce her. Ping
also seemed generous and poised, and I quite enjoyed chatting with this mature female online friend
.

But one day, by accident, my acquaintance with Liu Dong was exposed.

That day, Liu Dong posted a message on his WeChat Moments cursing his teacher. It was nothing more than a
ridiculous post about being caught cheating on an exam and cursing the teacher's entire family to die.

As his best friend, I was naturally gloating at his predicament. I replied with a message wishing him expulsion
for not Soon after, Ping quietly replied below my comment: "So you two know each other."

Good heavens! I forgot that on WeChat Moments, all replies are visible to friends.

Before I could even explain, Liu Dong had already replied.

"Sister Ping, do you know this idiot too?"

"Yes, are you two close?"

"What a coincidence! He's been my friend since childhood."

"I never expected you two to know each other?" I quickly replied, going along with Liu Dong's words, hoping
to give Sister Ping the feeling that the world is a small place.

"Yeah, what a coincidence! Little Li, why don't you and Liu Dong come over sometime? I'll treat you to coffee."

Ever since I got to know Sister Ping, she's always called me Little Li, which always sounds a bit teasing to me
.

"Sure!" Liu Dong replied insincerely.

"No problem!" I quickly agreed as well.

A small incident was thus resolved. Later, Liu Dong called and gave me
a good scolding, and I retaliated without backing down, and that was the end of it. Besides, it wasn't a bad thing that we could openly communicate with
Liu Dong .

Days passed by, and several months had gone by in the blink of an eye. The more we chatted, the more harmonious our relationship became. I even felt that my deepening bond with
Sister Ping had made me abandon my inner evil and forget
how lewd Liu Dong's initial intention in sending me her information was. I felt fortunate to have found such a considerate and gentle older sister in the virtual world
. However, being shy, I deliberately avoided meeting Sister Ping in person. Although there were several
suitable opportunities, the fear of things falling apart in person made me choose to escape between the virtual and real worlds. I was afraid that
if we met, this naive young man, who was often dumped by women, would not only fail to seize the opportunity but also
lose even the good online friendship we had now.

One evening during winter break, Liu Dong invited me out for drinks again. To be honest, I had been quite busy with my studies these past few months, so
I hadn't spent much time with him. We only occasionally exchanged barbs online.

After ordering food and drinks and catching up, we started drinking. The topic of conversation naturally turned to women.

Recently, I had taken a liking to a senior, but she already had a boyfriend.

I confided my troubles to my best friend, only to be met with a burst of laughter.

Oh well, a bad friend is a bad friend.

Ping-jie is so understanding.

Actually, I had confided this same trouble to Ping-jie before. She encouraged me, urging me to bravely pursue
that senior, and then gave me a lot of advice on how to pursue girls and on paying attention to my appearance and behavior. At that
moment I felt as if I truly had a caring older sister supporting me.

But my best friend was now gloating over my troubles. That's
the difference between male and female friendships, isn't it…

After chatting for a while, the topic quickly turned to Ping-jie.

We both understood each other implicitly.

"Speaking of which, how's it going with that older woman?" Liu Dong asked, picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks.

"And you say that! You introduced her to me, and I thought she'd be some desperate, lustful woman, but she's a respectable
lady . We've almost never talked about anything inappropriate. I think she's very proper. But she's really a good person,
a perfect confidante. Much more reliable than you."

"Hehe!"

Liu Dong put down his chopsticks, rested his chin on his hands on the table, and looked at me with amusement, as if I were a monster.

I ignored his mocking expression and continued talking to myself.

"Don't look at me like that. I admit, I do crave a one-night stand or some more exciting
experience to help me lose my virginity, but that's a normal man's thought. People can't live only for sex;
there are many more meaningful things in life. And women aren't just playthings for men. A gentleman has things he'll take and things
he won't. Ping is generous and cheerful, but that doesn't mean she's a slut! Besides,
after our conversation, I found out that Ping is very loyal to her husband and very responsible to her children—she's practically a perfect
wife. How could I possibly destroy such a kind woman's family?"

With that, I downed the drink in my glass. I suddenly realized that it wasn't that I lacked
the courage to seduce Ping, but rather that I still had my principles. Realizing this, I felt somewhat
noble .

"Oh, I didn't realize, Zheng, you're still a bit like Jia Baoyu, so good at cherishing women!" Liu Dong said, still
grinning at me.

"Try to me all you want. Anyway, I don't think Sister Ping is the kind of person you think she is. I advise you not to be so
promiscuous , and to find a girlfriend properly. That's the proper thing to do. Otherwise, you'll suffer later. Besides, not all
women are the kind of sluts and whores you've met before; at least Sister Ping isn't."

"Heh,"

Liu Dong sneered again.

"Speechless now, huh? Come on, let's drink!" I felt I had completely refuted him, so I
raised my glass and cheerfully urged him to drink.

Liu Dong didn't raise his glass, still looking at me with a mysterious smile, as if I were a national treasure.

"What? Speechless after my lecture?"

I hesitated, afraid that my words might have hurt my best friend. But I
still wouldn't let it go.

"Educate me? Interesting."

Liu Dong picked up his phone from the table, searching for something while speaking in a contemptuous tone, "
Originally I felt that doing this would hurt you, and I didn't want to show it to you. But now I feel that if I don't give you a
blow, you'll live in your dreams forever, and you'll suffer even more after graduation and entering society..."

He found what he was looking for, looked down at his phone smugly, and continued in a low voice, "Do you
want to know what color the nipples are on that perfect woman you call a virtuous wife and loving mother?"

Liu Dong then held up his phone to me across from him.

Liu Dong's phone was a high-end Apple. The photo was very clear.

The head was being photographed looking in from inside a woman's collar.

I could easily recognize Liu Dong's large, hairy hand. In the photo, that large hand reached inside a
woman 's collar, lifting the edge of her white cotton bra, and with the help of the flash, clearly captured the woman's
entire naked breast. The dark brown nipple on the mature woman's fleshy breasts looked exceptionally sexy and
alluring.

"Don't lie to me. Is this Sister Ping? You pervert have tons of these kinds of pornographic selfies on your phone."

I picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. Regardless of who the woman in the photo was, the raw, sexy
allure of her mature breasts still made my heart flutter. But I simply couldn't believe it was Sister Ping. In my mind, she was
so kind and approachable, someone who shouldn't be defiled.

"Idiot, don't deny it. Look at that sweater, it's the same blue cashmere sweater she's wearing in her profile picture.

I met her the day before yesterday. I didn't want to tell you, knowing you've been obsessed with her lately..."

Liu Dong picked up the bottle and refilled our glasses.

My face turned ashen. I realized Liu Dong wasn't lying. Not only because of the
cashmere sweater , but also because of the gold necklace the woman wore—I'd indeed seen a photo of it on Sister Ping's WeChat Moments
and even commented that it looked beautiful on her.

A wave of shame, anger, disappointment, and sadness washed over me. This complex mix of emotions made it
impossible as talkative as before.

"You're just an honest kid at heart, adorably naive. Why
didn't I give you the girls I slept with before? I was afraid you'd fall for them and develop real feelings. Those sluts weren't good people at all. All that talk about
life's pressures and unhappy families was just an excuse. When women indulge themselves, it's all about money
and physical pleasure. They're even more so than men. And you don't understand the rules of the sex industry. With these women,
it's over after you've had your way with them. You just need to give them your body in return. Don't try to understand them, and don't expect
to fall in love with them. You're trying to act like a saint, wanting to comfort their bodies and win their
hearts at the same time. That's impossible. You need to understand that in their eyes you're just a dick. All you need to do is
seek the stimulation you need from them. Besides that, they have husbands and boyfriends who will take care of their other
affairs. It's not your place to step in. Understand? You idiot!"

Liu Dong, holding his wine glass, gave me a long lecture before raising it to me.

"You're right." The photo of Sister Ping with her breasts exposed still flashed before my eyes. The previous tenderness and affection
were now completely replaced by humiliation and anger. After hearing Liu Dong's words, I realized that my good friend's views on
online romance were surprisingly sophisticated, and I was far too naive compared to him.

We clinked glasses and drank together.

When we parted, I still asked doubtfully, "Did you really sleep with Sister Ping?"

"What do you think?" Liu Dong didn't answer me directly.

From then on, my conversations with Sister Ping were no longer so innocent.
I would often intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation towards topics related to sex.

However, Sister Ping's attitude remained generous and proper. Even when I occasionally sent her a dirty joke, she
would just laugh and say I was "naughty."

But in my eyes, Sister Ping was no longer the kind and approachable older sister. More often than not, I
would stare at Sister Ping's dignified profile picture on WeChat,
and I would involuntarily get an erection because I fantasized about Liu Dong lifting her clothes and taking pictures of her breasts with his phone. And from time to time, while chatting with her, I would have
wicked .

Time flew by, and it was already Qingming Festival.

That day, Sister Ping updated her WeChat Moments with photos of the scenery along the way on the long-distance bus back to her hometown.

I quickly sent her a greeting.

"Sister Ping, going back to your hometown today? When are you coming back?"

"Staying for two days. I haven't seen my daughter in a long time, and I miss her. If we can afford it, I'll bring her to this city to study."

"Isn't it good that she's studying there?"

"It's not that it's bad, it's just that my husband is often away on the road, and I'm very lonely."

"Lonely? Don't you still have me and Liu Dong?" I said meaningfully. Ever since Liu Dong showed me
the photos, I had been paying special attention to her WeChat Moments. Sure enough, Sister Ping had suddenly started chatting with Liu Dong more,
and it seemed that their relationship was different from mine. Sister Ping always took the initiative to talk to Liu Dong, while Liu Dong didn't seem to like
replying to her comments.

"Ugh, saying that will make people misunderstand. Okay, I'm almost there, I'll bring
you and Xiaodong some local products when I get back. Don't be shy like a young lady when I invite you out for tea."

"Of course not, I wish you a safe journey and look forward to our first meeting,"

I replied thoughtfully. I silently resolved not to waste this
opportunity .

A few days later, Sister Ping returned from her hometown. As promised, she invited Liu Dong and me to a get-together and gave us some local products
she had brought.

It was a sunny afternoon, and I was incredibly nervous about meeting a female online friend for the first time.

Putting aside my complicated feelings and intentions towards Sister Ping, this first meeting with a stranger online genuinely made me
nervous for a while. I struggled for ages about what clothes and shoes to wear. I wanted to make a good
impression on Sister Ping, but I didn't want her to think I was pretentious. I finally managed to choose a casual outfit that I thought was presentable enough to wear out
. Before leaving, I took a serious shower, meticulously washing my penis with soap
countless times. I thought to myself, what if Sister Ping really was as seductive as Liu Dong described? Wouldn't I have the chance to sleep with her on our first
meeting ? So, these details were naturally important. I even secretly
bought a box of condoms and put them in my pocket.

On the way to the coffee shop where I was supposed to meet Sister Ping, Liu Dong noticed my nervousness. He
kept encouraging me, saying, "Relax, you look like you're going to your execution. It's really nothing. Just
remember not to rush things. I'll find a chance to leave first and create opportunities for you guys."

"Okay. Don't worry! I'm definitely going to fuck her today!" I said confidently, swearing. But
I really had no idea how far things would go with Sister Ping.

"Fool! The worst thing you can do in this situation is rush things. Even though she's the kind of woman you can sleep with, if you come on too strong right
away it'll only make her more averse to you," Liu Dong
advised me, lighting a cigarette and drawing on his experience.

"Damn, then what should I do?" I was even more at a loss.

"Let it happen naturally! Use your natural charm to win her over." He lit his cigarette and said nothing more.

I lowered my head, pondering his words.

Arriving at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Sister Ping was already waiting.

Although I had seen many of Ping's photos on WeChat and even chatted with her via voice, I thought I had a fairly comprehensive understanding of her . But when I actually met Ping in person, I was still deeply attracted
by her delicate features and cheerful personality. 　　Ping looked almost exactly like in the photos. She had the same willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and the same stylishly permed, ear-length short hair. Only upon closer inspection did I realize that her short hair was actually dyed dark brown. It was almost late spring, and Ping was wearing a sky-blue round-neck knit sweater, paired with high-waisted black trousers and black high heels. Her overall attire was dignified and simple, exuding a subtle and natural charm. However, because the clothes were all well-fitting, they accentuated Ping's full figure , revealing a mature and alluring sexiness. 　　Gazing at the fair skin of Ping's neck exposed by her collar, I couldn't help but recall how Liu Dong's hairy hand had slipped inside her clothes from there, lifting her bra and taking that photo that both thrilled and tormented my soul . 　　Ping seemed exceptionally happy to see Liu Dong. After exchanging greetings, Liu Dong formally introduced me to Ping. Seeing how familiar he and Ping were, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. 　　Ping smiled and called out, "Little Li!" upon seeing me, and 　　proactively extended her hand to shake mine. As I greeted Ping while holding her hand, it felt wonderful—warm, soft, and I didn't want to let go. 　　Liu Dong noticed my lapse and quickly changed the subject with a laugh: "Li Zheng, are you sure you can handle this? Holding Ping's hand like this isn't over yet?" 　　I blushed and apologized immediately. Ping smiled and said it was alright. 　　The entire gathering went fairly smoothly by the standards of a typical online friend gathering. We joked chatting about everything under the sun, and we got along quite well. Ping shared her local gifts with us, and we reciprocated by ordering a considerable amount of high-end coffee, tea, and snacks. 　　Seeing that the time was right, the astute Liu Dong excused himself, creating an opportunity for me to be alone. 　It was noticeable that Ping's attitude towards Liu Dong and me was completely different. They spoke evasively, as if afraid I would notice something, yet their relationship resembled that of a close boyfriend and girlfriend. While Ping also chatted and laughed with me, it felt like she was treating a younger brother next door—friendly and affectionate, but clearly different from the subtle 　　. Therefore, when Liu Dong said he was leaving, Ping's brows clearly showed deep disappointment. Liu Dong completely ignored her resentful gaze, merely giving me a wink before turning and leaving . 　　Liu Dong's departure certainly created an opportunity for Ping and me to be alone. But, being awkward and not good with words in front of strangers, I was momentarily at a loss. The group of people who had been chatting and laughing just moments before suddenly fell silent. Ping and I sat in each stirring our coffee, unsure of what to say. 　　"That Liu Dong... really, he's always in such a rush when he leaves," Ping broke the silence after a moment. 　　"Yeah, that's just how he is," I replied, stealing glances at my dream man's real appearance. 　　"It's getting late, shall we call it a day?" Ping suggested. 　　"Are you in a hurry to go home and cook for your husband?" I asked. 　　Seeing that our first meeting was about to end in disappointment, I couldn't help but feel a little dejected. 　　"Not really, your husband's gone on a long-distance bus trip again, he probably won't be back until next week. I just think it 's getting late, and we've been here long enough," Ping explained. 　　"Since your husband's not home, let's go eat. My parents are away on vacation , so there's no one to cook for me," I suggested, my eyes lighting up. 　　Ping hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. 　　Hearing her say her husband was away on long-distance trips, I instinctively felt this was an opportunity I could exploit. 　　We went to a restaurant together, ordered a few dishes, and I deliberately ordered a few extra bottles of liquor. 　　Ping, a middle-aged woman, showed none of the shyness of a young girl. After a few drinks, the initial awkwardness gradually dissipated. I, too, having had a few drinks, wasn't as reserved as before. We started chatting more, and I deliberately steered the conversation towards her husband's long-distance travel and her being alone at , hoping to find a breakthrough. 　　But whether Ping was genuine or not, she simply appeared very open-minded, saying she understood her husband and was considerate of his hardships. She didn't seem like a resentful woman at all. 　　After several bottles of liquor, we were both a little tipsy. Our conversation became increasingly unrestrained. Until we brought up Liu Dong, and I talked about how popular he was with girls and how envious I was of him, Ping couldn't help but sigh softly. 　　"What's wrong, Ping? Have you fallen for Liu Dong too? As far as I know, he's a heartthrob for ages. Women older than you have all slept with him." I jokingly belittled my friend, emboldened by the alcohol. 　To my surprise, Ping, who had been laughing and joking just moments before, silently shed tears after hearing this 　　. 　　This startled me. Luckily, for peace and quiet, Ping and I had chosen a private room for our meal, where there were no other customers. 　　"Little Li, do you believe in love?" Ping wiped away her tears, raised the bottle, and downed the entire bottle in one gulp . 　　"I believe! If I didn't, I wouldn't have been hurt so deeply by love!" This was my honest opinion. 　　"Anyway, we're just online friends, our lives don't intersect. Since we're just having a casual chat today, I might as well tell you what's on my mind." Ping's face was flushed, and she was quite tipsy. 　　"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret!" 　　"I think I've fallen in love with Liu Dong!" 　　Hearing Ping say this, I was shocked. You see, in Liu Dong's heart, Ping was just a sex toy he could share with friends . If Liu Dong had slept with her, that wouldn't be a big deal in today's society where one-night stands are rampant. But I never expected that Ping, whom I always thought was mature, would say she'd fallen in love with Liu Dong. The age, status, and position difference between them were too great, and it was Ping who had this thought—how could I not be surprised? 　　"Let me tell you, Little Li, I've never wronged your brother-in-law in the twenty years since we got married. But..."

"...But then I ran into Liu Dong, this nemesis..." Ping said, opening another bottle and taking a swig.

"I have to admit, he has a maturity beyond his years. And he's handsome and smooth-talking. It
's no surprise he's popular with girls. But... Ping, I think what kind of men haven't women your age seen?
How can you talk about 'love'?" I asked.

"That's why I asked you if you believe in love. It's because I think I fell in love with him at first sight, and I regret being born twenty
years too early. That's when I realized that love really exists. Love made me abandon ethics, abandon age,
and unknowingly become infatuated with him to the point of obsession. Before this, I had never felt such a
heart-fluttering feeling for any man! Not even my husband."

"And how does he feel about you?" Actually, I knew the answer to that question. If Liu Dong had even a shred of love for Ping,
he wouldn't have sent her to me like trash, using her as a practice subject for my best friend to lose her virginity.

"What else could it be?"

Ping gave a bitter smile.

"All those sweet words were just to get me into bed. After we went to a hotel a few times, I even tried to
ask him out several times, but he always made excuses. He even left early today when you came to our gathering,
completely ignoring my feelings."

As she spoke, Ping's tears flowed uncontrollably again.

"Okay, stop crying, Ping. Is it worth it for such a frivolous playboy?" I suddenly felt that Liu Dong's words
that had shaken my soul weren't entirely correct. At least Ping wasn't the kind of
woman who would abandon her inner self for mere physical pleasure, which actually made her seem quite similar to me.

He said that women who have one-night stands are just seeking physical stimulation, and there's no need to consider their feelings;
the deeper you invest in them, the deeper you'll be hurt. At that moment, all the resentment and desire I once felt for Ping
were washed away by her heartfelt tears. All that remained was pity, sympathy, and
the deep affection that had always been buried in my heart.

"I know it's not worth it. But maybe it's some kind of karma from a past life. I couldn't help but
give him everything after only meeting him twice. Little Li, don't look down on me. I'm really not a lowly woman,
but for him... sigh, it's just an inexplicable love."

Hearing Sister Ping's heartfelt words to Liu Dong, I couldn't help but feel incredibly jealous.

"Alright! Stop talking!" I interrupted Sister Ping loudly, picked up the bottle, and took a big gulp.

"You ask me if I believe in love? Can I tell you what's on my mind?" The alcohol emboldened me
, and I suddenly grabbed Sister Ping's hand and shouted.

Sister Ping was startled and asked curiously, "What do you want to say?"

"Actually, I like you!"

I loudly confessed my feelings to the woman I had been infatuated with for so long.

"You know what? You were actually a toy Liu Dong gave me. But from the first time I saw your picture
, I had an inexplicable flutter in my heart. That's probably what you call love at first sight!

It's just that I've never even seen your face. It would be too
much to say I love you just because of a picture.

It's ridiculous, I
can't .

But through this period of quiet contact, I've unconsciously become deeply infatuated with you.
Because you've gradually given me the warmth of being cared for by a sister, the happiness of being protected by an elder. At the same time, because of your beauty, I
often feel the urge to possess you. To be honest, I've fantasized about having sex with you and masturbated more than once.
Before we open our hearts to each other now, my most important thing was how to seduce you into bed. Even...!"

As I spoke, I took out the box of condoms hidden in my pocket and slammed it on the table.

When Sister Ping saw this, her already flushed face turned even redder. But she didn't stop me from
continuing ; she just silently lowered her head and listened attentively.

This gave me a jolt.

I spoke fluently, completely disregarding Ping's shyness. I continued, "But I finally
understand truly loving someone is painful. At this moment, I can deeply understand your pain, Ping. But I also
hope you can understand my pain… Perhaps the love between the three of us is twisted. But as long as we
face our feelings honestly, what else matters? You've already taken the first step. Even a
woman as delicate as you can be so determined in your pursuit of love. How can I suppress my feelings any longer? But
I know how deep Liu Dong's shadow is around you. I don't ask for anything from you; as long as I can
truly face my feelings and let the person I love know these feelings, that's enough!"

After I finished speaking, I released Ping's hand and took another sip of wine.

Ping remained silent, her face flushed with embarrassment, her thoughts unreadable.

After a moment, Ping looked up. She was no longer as infinitely sad as before. She smiled gently at me.
I said , "Thank you, Little Li. It's kind of you to go to so much trouble for me. But matters of the heart can't be explained in just a few words
. Maybe I'll continue to wallow in this, maybe... who knows? Anyway, I'm still glad I met the playboy
Liu Dong and also such a pure and good younger brother like you!"

Before I could say anything more, Sister Ping had already called the waiter to settle the bill.

It was already dark.

Sister Ping and I walked side by side in the spring night in silence. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a faint fragrance of
flowers and grass . Perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened me, or perhaps it was the heartfelt conversation we had just had, but when we reached a secluded spot,
I don't know where the courage came from, but I grabbed Sister Ping's waist. She struggled for a moment but couldn't break free.

"Sister! I like you!"

I whispered in her ear, my breath reeking of alcohol.

"I know!"

Sister Ping's face was flushed as she continued to struggle to get out of my embrace.

"You silly boy! This is the street! No! Don't do this!"

"So you accept me?" I asked with a smile. "

I didn't say that!"

Sister Ping rolled her eyes at me. "You and Liu Dong are the same, both lecherous little devils who only want to take advantage of women! I learned my
lesson once, and I don't want to suffer the same fate twice!"

"Why don't you believe I'm serious after all this talk?"

I was a little annoyed. I felt wronged.

"Seriously? So what? You're not much older than my daughter. Do you think I'd divorce my husband
and marry you?"

With that, Sister Ping broke free from my embrace, but we walked hand-in-hand.

"What's wrong with that?" My blood boiled, and I felt fearless.

"You can, but I can't. I told you, I love my husband and my family just the same!" Sister Ping said
firmly .

Before I knew it, we were downstairs at Sister Ping's building. Just

as I was feeling incredibly frustrated by Sister Ping's resolute stance, she said softly, "We're
home now. Want to come up for a bit?"

No matter how clueless I was about relationships, it was nighttime, and the woman I admired, knowing I
had designs on her, was inviting me home when her husband wasn't home. I knew I had
gained some degree of approval from Sister Ping, or even been actively seduced.

Overjoyed, I naturally agreed without hesitation.

Because it was just a rented room, there wasn't much interaction with the neighbors, so Sister Ping didn't hesitate to walk upstairs with me.

We quickly arrived at Sister Ping's place.

After entering, Sister Ping turned off and on the lights. The not-so-spacious one-bedroom apartment appeared exceptionally tidy, with every detail
showing the homeowner's diligence and thoughtfulness.

Sister Ping picked up a cup and went to the water dispenser, bending down to fill it for me, saying, "Please sit wherever you like
, my place is small..."

Before she could finish, I impatiently grabbed her waist from behind, my hands roughly
kneading her ample breasts through her clothes. Even through her clothes and bra,
the feel of that middle-aged woman's plump, soft breasts was still incredibly intense. Unable to resist, my crotch hardened, my penis erect, creating a small tent in my pants
. Then, I thrust my rock-hard penis straight into Sister Ping's
large, protruding buttocks through her bent-over posture.

"Little Li! Are you crazy? Don't do this..."

Ping's water spilled all over the floor. She quickly put down the glass and tried to pry my hands off her
breasts . At the same time, she kept twisting her hips to avoid my penis harassing her.

"Ping! I like you... I really like you..."

I kept repeating. At this moment, intense lust occupied my entire body. My long-standing desire for sex, my
subtle longing for Ping during this time, my jealousy after learning that Liu Dong had succeeded with Ping, and
my pity for Ping after discovering that she had fallen for Liu Dong, all turned into a surge of passion. I desperately wanted to possess this beautiful middle-aged
woman . I wanted more than just her alluring body that I coveted; I wanted her heart! I
couldn't let the woman I loved get hurt. Even though she was more than 20 years older than me and had experienced far more in life, in my
eyes she was still a vulnerable woman. I wanted to possess her and protect her!

"Let go... no... don't do this!"

Ping struggled and begged for mercy.

I remained unmoved, and gently bit Ping's fair earlobe with my mouth.

"No...no..." Ping gradually lost the strength to struggle, and her voice grew softer and softer...

gradually, her pleas for mercy disappeared. All that remained was the soft, rustling sound of

Ping turning her head and our four lips pressed tightly together, our tongues intertwining passionately . 　　My hand finally slipped under Ping's collar and boldly inserted her bra, delicately caressing her tender nipples that haunted my dreams. 　　After a moment, Ping stopped kissing me. Although her face was flushed with embarrassment, she asked me in her usual dignified and composed tone, "Was that enough?" 　　I still didn't want to take my hand out of Ping's bra, and smiled shyly, honestly saying, "No, I want to touch it a little longer!" 　　"You're even worse than Liu Dong!" 　　Ping laughed and scolded. Then she tilted her head back and pressed her sweet red lips to my anxious, dry mouth. 　　At that moment, Ping and I were completely in sync. 　　A beautiful, mature woman who was originally virtuous, kind, and simple, had inadvertently fallen into the emotional vortex of a playboy. 　　Deeply hurt, she met a similarly innocent young man, although his initial motives for meeting her weren't entirely pure. But after several twists and turns, he remained deeply devoted to her, and even the most loyal woman would be moved. 　　Ping had always been a complex figure in my heart. She was my first target for a one-night stand, a good online friend, and someone I regarded as an older sister or even a female elder. And now, I felt she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 　　All of this, combined with such a passionate night and a quiet room, how could we possibly control our primal desires? 　　After another round of French kissing, I finally took my hand out of Ping's bra. 　　Neither of us said anything, and as if by telepathy, we began to undress together. 　　Ping took off her blue round-neck knit sweater, high heels, socks, and trousers, leaving only black underwear. Just as I expected, Ping's skin was very well-maintained, white and delicate. Her figure was slender yet slightly plump. But the beauty of her curves made her fullness endlessly alluring. 　　After taking off her outer clothes, Ping turned and walked to the bedside. In that instant, I noticed that Ping's black underwear was actually a thong. It wasn't as exaggerated as in AVs, just a thin string, but the sexy thong, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, was still deeply embedded in Ping's sexy, white buttocks. Sitting on the edge of the clean double bed, Ping blushed and looked down, secretly watching me. I then took off all my clothes and walked her. My already suppressed passion was throbbing and erect against Ping... 　　"Ping..." 　　I reached out and gently stroked Ping's flushed face, calling out to my goddess. 　　"You little rascal... what do you want to do!" 　　Sister Ping asked with a grin. 　　"Sister... you're the bad one, don't you know what I want to do?" 　　My cock was throbbing and about to explode! But being inexperienced, I really didn't know whether I should impatiently pin Sister Ping down on the bed and fuck her like in European and American porn movies, or whether I should savor every wonderful part of Sister Ping's mature body like in Japanese AV movies.

It's truly sad that my knowledge of sex as a teenager comes solely from porn. However, because I watch so much
porn , I don't have the typical cluelessness
of a teenager who's completely ignorant about sex. Instead, my mind keeps replaying classic poses I've memorized from porn, and I long to try them all out with Sister Ping
.

"I'm broken down there!" Before I could even answer,

Sister Ping, holding my outer thigh, lowered her head and started giving me oral sex.

"Ah!"

My hot, hard penis was held in Sister Ping's cherry lips, which were full of fragrant saliva, and the sensitive glans was constantly teased by her
playful tongue. The usually dignified Ping was now sucking my penis, a scene straight out of
a pornographic painting. Ping was no longer the elegant, noble wife she once was; her eyes
were filled with lust. It was clear that her oral sex wasn't just a simple reciprocation of my love. As
a married woman in her forties, her sexual desire was no less than mine, a virgin suffering from unfulfilled thirst.

"Stop licking! Sister! I'm about to come! Stop licking!"

Having never experienced genuine sexual arousal from a woman before,

I was already almost unable to hold back after just a few simple strokes of Ping's oral sex, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"You're so annoying… so useless."

Ping stopped, laughing as she gently tugged at my saliva-covered penis.

"I told you on WeChat before that the most intimate thing I do with my girlfriend is kiss. Come to think of it…

this is my first time,"

I said shyly, blushing.

"Alright! My innocent little virgin, let's take it one step at a time!"

With that, Ping stood up, pressing herself tightly against me, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with a half-smile as she looked at me.

I pulled her into my arms and continued kissing her. Ping's kissing skills were quite adept; kissing her
was different from the fleeting, superficial kisses I'd had with my girlfriends before. I seemed to be addicted to the thrill of our tongues
entwining , as if I could never get enough of her.

While kissing, my hands weren't idle either, my hands vigorously caressing and kneading Ping's large, white buttocks exposed outside her thong
. A mature woman's buttocks are far more sensual than any other part of her body.

Ping enjoyed my caresses of her buttocks and the sweetness of our French kisses, as if her heart was intoxicated. With her eyes half-closed, she murmured softly, lost
in passion .

My lips left Ping's red lips and began searching for other erogenous zones on her body. Just now, I bit Ping
's earlobe and found she seemed very sensitive. This time, I kissed her cheek down to her ear and gently
bit her earlobe again. Ping seemed to be electrocuted and shuddered. She murmured, "I want it!
Little Li More! Keep going. Touch me! Kiss me! Touch my nipples! Please touch them!"

As she spoke, Ping reached behind her back and gently unhooked her black lace bra, quickly pulling it off and
letting which, though I didn't know what cup size they were, were full like two extra-large
steamed buns, and rubbed them against me.

Ping's breasts were round and white, and although they were slightly sagging, they were still breathtakingly beautiful. I stopped touching her
buttocks and instead gently pinched Ping's tender and sexy nipples with one hand. While gently rubbing
her nipples with my thumb, middle finger, and index finger, I couldn't help but recall how Liu Dong had also played with her nipples in the same way and even taken pictures
. A surge of jealousy welled up inside me, and I pinched Ping's areola hard.

"Ouch! You're hurting me!"

Ping, unaware of my jealousy, playfully pushed my hand away. Hearing her cry of pain, I felt a pang of guilt. I realized I shouldn't be angry about the hurt

the woman I loved had suffered … 　　Just as I was wondering how to apologize to Ping, her anger turned to laughter. She gently , saying, "Silly boy! Want to kiss me again?" 　　I smiled and nodded, embracing Ping again as we fell onto the bed. 　　Another round of sweet kisses ensued, and my hand, without my noticing, had slipped inside Ping's thong and was exploring her. 　　At first, I touched Ping's thick pubic hair, smooth and elastic. Moving downwards, I touched her clitoris. Having no sexual experience, I was impatient and didn't caress it much, just haphazardly touching it; it felt hard. Curiosity drove my fingers along Ping's labia majora all the way to the entrance of her vagina. 　　Ping was already incredibly wet, her vulva covered in slippery, sticky vaginal fluid. 　　Using the lubrication of the fluid, I slowly inserted my middle finger into Ping's vagina, feeling its hot, slippery texture. Perhaps my finger went too deep. Ping involuntarily moaned. 　　"Little...little rascal...don't...don't touch...don't touch...I can't take it anymore!" 　　Whether from excitement or discomfort, Ping trembled and begged for mercy after only a couple of touches. 　　At that moment, I was lying on top of Ping, greedily sucking on her brown nipples. Smelling the strong feminine , I was completely unmoved by her protests. 　　"Stop...you little rascal, I really can't take it anymore! Have mercy!...No..." 　　I guess I was using too much force when I was teasing Sister Ping, and what's worse, I actually tried the "golden finger" technique I learned from AVs, overlapping my middle finger and thumb and digging deep into Sister Ping's vagina to explore her G-spot. Obviously, Sister Ping had never been done like this before, and she trembled even more violently. She tried to push my hand away with her hands while biting my shoulder hard. 　　"Does it feel good, sister? I learned it from AVs." 　　I laughed and pulled my hand out from between Sister Ping's legs, looking at her sweaty, disheveled appearance as felt quite proud of myself for being able to torment a sexually experienced mature woman like this with the knowledge I learned from AVs. 　　"You're bad! So bad!" 　　Sister Ping covered her crotch with one hand and shielded her eyes with her arm with the other, not looking at my smug hand that was sticking out in front of , covered in her involuntary love juice. She looked like a naive girl experiencing her first time, neither crying nor laughing. 　　"What did I do wrong? Look at the way you bit me, I almost bled." I touched the bite mark on my shoulder where Sister Ping had left a line of marks, and as I spoke, I reached out to pull off the only thing left on Sister Ping's body: her thong. 　　"No...no...!"

Ping Jie still covered her face, refusing in a voice trembling with tears yet full of allure, but her body
cooperated lifting her legs and letting me strip away the only piece of cloth covering her.

I knelt before Ping Jie, impatiently spreading her long legs, completely
exposing her wet vulva to my eyes.

The slightly darkened labia majora of the middle-aged woman had parted due to my brief caresses.

Ping Jie's pink vagina, like a flower bud after the rain, was glistening with moisture, exuding a unique feminine fragrance.

Unable to resist, I pressed my face tightly between Ping Jie's legs, passionately kissing her vulva that drove me
wild , greedily licking every inch of her skin with my tongue.

"Ah!! So good...more!! More! Little Li! Ah...!"

Ping Jie was so overwhelmed by the pleasure of my licking that she forgot herself. Her hands intertwined with mine, her waist twisting like a snake, emitting
joyful moans.

At this moment, Ping was no longer the dignified and kind confidante, nor the traditional and elegant housewife
, nor the considerate and gentle wife and mother.

The wondrous sex, the thrill of infidelity, the primal instincts—at this moment, she was simply a woman, completely and utterly. A

normal woman, wholeheartedly enjoying the boundless love and affection a pure young man held for her.

For a long, long time, I finally removed my mouth from Ping's vulva, a place that would be irresistible to any man.

Ping twisted her body and hugged me tightly, pressed close, and kissed passionately.

My hands haphazardly ran through her pubic hair, my already impatient penis pressing hard against Ping's round, slightly
protruding belly.

"Silly boy! Come on!"

After another passionate embrace, Ping lay tenderly on the pillow, willingly spreading her snow-white legs.

She gently encouraged me! At the same time, she closed her eyes; from her blushing face, she was just as serious and shy about this sexual encounter as I was
. She showed none of the signs of a middle-aged woman with years of sexual experience.

I lifted Ping's left knee, one hand holding my penis, about to insert it into the tender hole I had longed for,
when a thought suddenly made me stop.

"What's wrong?"

Ping noticed my hesitation, opened her eyes, and asked, puzzled.

"Why did you stop? Is it because it's your first time and you can't handle it?"

As she spoke, she grasped my penis and touched it, finding it still hard. Ping couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief,

but her face was still full of doubt.

"I...I...I don't know if this is okay? Actually, I brought a box of condoms with me when I went out.
I showed them to you at the restaurant, but I think I probably forgot them there...Should I go buy
a new box right now?"

I said, scratching my head sheepishly. A sliver of reason amidst the raging sexual urge stopped me from starting
the intercourse. As a man who considered himself deeply in love with Ping, I naturally didn't want her to risk pregnancy for my momentary pleasure
; that would be too irresponsible of me.

Hearing my concerns, Sister Ping, lying on the pillow, chuckled, "You really think a lot, kid.
But I'm very grateful that you're still thinking of me at this moment. As for your box of condoms..."

As she spoke, Sister Ping turned and casually rummaged through her pants on the bedside table. The unopened box of Durex passion
condoms appeared in her hand as if by magic.

"Ah! So it was with you, sister!"

I took it and eagerly tore open the box, opening a small hole in the inner packaging to take out a
thin, pink condom covered in lubricant.

"Give it to me."

Sister Ping reached out her slender hand and took the condom from my hand, gently blowing a breath into it.
With one hand, she deftly grasped the base of my penis with her thumb and forefinger, and with the other, skillfully put the condom on and gently stroked it.

Then she kissed me again, gently stroking my chest with her fingers as she whispered, "
Silly boy , it's so rare to see you so considerate..."

I pinched Ping's nipples, which were already aroused by her heightened desire, and couldn't wait any longer.

I had no more hesitation. I pushed her back onto the pillow, knelt between Ping's
parted , one hand caressing her white thighs, the other holding my penis
, tentatively searching for the entrance to love in the dark forest between her legs.

Even through the thin condom, I could still keenly feel my glans touching Ping's
large labia, sliding deeper along the labia until my penis was completely inside Ping's vagina, the tight
and warm feeling was so wonderful.

The moment my penis entered Ping's body, she reacted as if electrocuted, her limbs convulsing in a spasm. She
then wrapped her arms around my waist and hips, arching her back from the pillow to meet my gaze. Her beautiful eyes were filled
with excitement, joy, anticipation, and happiness.

I lowered my head and kissed her. As I kissed her, my penis thrust hard into her vagina.

After a brief moment of tenderness, I stopped our tongue-twisting exchange, helped her lie back down, lifted her
thighs, and hoisted her two elegant, white legs onto my shoulders
.

I began to frantically thrust and churn my penis inside her beautiful cunt. Like any inexperienced young man experiencing sex for the first time,
I was full of energy, working extra hard to please my experienced partner. No matter how clumsy my technique, my youthful passion and
strong physique quickly aroused Ping's primal instincts.

In just two minutes, Ping seemed to reach orgasm.

At this moment, she had lost all her previous reserve and shyness. Our genitals were tightly connected,
and she seemed to become a part of my body. Her waist swayed skillfully with the rhythm of my thrusts, her tender
vulva welcoming my hard penis.

The mutual pleasure made us forget the age difference, and then the older
sister , the noble wife I was infatuated with, finally broke down completely. She moaned with pleasure,
excitedly scratching my chest with her nails.

Now, Sister Ping was more like a simple woman surrendering to her sexual desires. The perfect intercourse made her rediscover the true meaning of the love
she sought outside of marriage. Only this kind of thorough, mutual pleasure
could truly touch her heart.

The fact that my beloved woman could be so excited during our first time making love made me feel
satisfied with my sexual performance. Listening to Ping's seductive moans, I felt proud
that I had brought her to orgasm on our first time. After all, I had never truly made love with a woman before, and Ping was a seasoned married woman. It was already quite an achievement that I hadn't ejaculated immediately after penetration like most
virgins . Moreover, I had managed to make her so passionately wet
.

After the initial surge, I noticed that Ping's intense reaction to pleasure had subsided. I also
gradually realized that my rapid, intense thrusting had been too exhausting; both Ping and I were now
panting drenched in sweat.

I released Ping's legs, which I was holding, and straddled her, wrapping my arms around her neck. While kissing her
breasts, I slowly but forcefully continued thrusting my penis into her vagina.

Ping opened her eyes, which had been closed in pleasure, and gently licked the sweat from my forehead with her tongue. She asked softly,
"What? Are you tired?"

I took Ping's left nipple into my mouth, gently biting it with my teeth, and mumbled a few "hmm" sounds.

"If you're tired, take a rest,"

Ping said tenderly, smoothing my sweaty hair.

"Almost done,"

I smiled at her, looking up. I already had a premonition of ejaculation. To prolong the intercourse, my
thrusting frequency wasn't as vigorous as before. But the pleasure from each friction of my penis against her vagina
gradually intensified.

"Are you going to cum?"

Having considerable sexual experience, Ping seemed to notice the abnormality in my penis. She hugged my waist and pushed my
buttocks forcefully, encouraging me, "Just cum! Don't hold it in!"

I used all my strength, reluctantly making my final thrusts, savoring
the last moments of pleasure between my penis and Ping's vagina. After a few more thrusts, I knew my time was running out! Panting, I asked,
"Sis!...I'm coming! Where should I shoot?"

My inexperienced question elicited another soft laugh from Sister Ping. She pursed her lips and said, "
Shoot wherever you want. I'm yours now, do as you please!"

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. Before she could finish, I pulled my penis out of her, ripped off the wet
condom , knelt before Sister Ping's pillow, and, holding my engorged, purplish-red penis, forcefully ejaculated over
twenty years of pent-up passion onto her beautiful face.

"Ah! Pillow!"

Sister Ping cried out coquettishly, using one hand to block the thick stream of semen I was spraying, while sitting up to find tissues to wipe the splattered stains off
the pillow .

"Ugh! You've dirtied the pillow!"

Sister Ping complained as she wiped.

After ejaculating, I lay on my side beside her, admiring her naked body and her disheveled appearance, her face covered in my semen

. My penis, gradually softening after the wild act, shrunk into a limp ball.

It all felt like a dream.

Just half an hour ago, Ping and I were wandering the streets at night, confessing my desires to her.

Just five hours ago, I was thrilled to meet her for the first time…

Just a few months ago, she was a virtual online friend I longed for but could never have.

And now, she and I had shared the most intimate contact between a man and a woman.

Was it happiness to have everything from Ping? Was it sweetness? I didn't know anymore.

After cleaning up my last bit of impulsive trouble, Ping got up, took a sip of water, poured me a glass, and lay down
beside me obediently watching me finish it.

"Little Li! You've really never had sex with a woman before?"

Ping asked, playfully fiddling with my now limp penis, tilting her head back and
looking at .

"I'd be a dog if I lied!"

I hugged her, my hands restlessly moving to her private parts, gently stroking her pubic hair.

"You're not a dog, you're a little pervert!"

Sister Ping said with a laugh.

"Me, a pervert? Am I as perverted as Liu Dong?"

I asked curiously.

Sister Ping fell silent.

"Let's not talk about him anymore, okay?" she said after a moment.

"Okay! Let's not talk about him, let's talk about ourselves!" I whispered
in response, gently stroking Sister Ping's thick pubic hair.

"You know what, Little Li! I want to thank you!"

"Thank me for what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Sister, deep down I'm not a very docile person. But your brother-in-law has always been tolerant of me, and I love
him deeply, so I never thought I could be so unrestrained after marriage. Until I met Liu Dong, he
completely . You know, Liu Dong is the only man besides your brother-in-law who has ever possessed me. Like a virgin
losing her virginity, I became so infatuated with him that I couldn't extricate myself. Deep down, I knew that I, this
middle-aged woman, was just a toy for him to find excitement
...
I can't confide in anyone about the wounds in my heart. But by chance, I met you... Your simplicity and sincerity completely touched me. Our fleeting relationship was originally just my way of repaying your care for me. But now I realize... I've fallen for you. Please don't hurt me like Liu Dong
did okay? Please..."

Sister Ping leaned on my shoulder, her eyes filled with tears, pleading softly. A feeling of pity
welled up .

I smoothed her disheveled short hair with my hand, pressed my forehead against hers, and whispered, "Don't worry! I won't
let you down, Sister Ping! Because you are the woman I love most!"

A young man searching desperately for true love, a heartbroken wife seeking solace after enduring pain.

What kind of fruit will this twisted, illicit love bear?

No one knows what the future holds. But at this moment, Sister Ping and I both felt incredibly comforted, because
at least the person who loved us was by our side, sharing the pleasure of carnal desire—that was enough.

But…

we only had five condoms left…

would they be enough for such a passionate and intimate night? It's a very realistic and touching story, with delicate descriptions, especially the inner thoughts. Thumbs up!

If it continues, I believe it will become even more captivating. The writing is delicate, the logic is strong, and it "feels very much like things that happen around us."

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