My wife was sleeping inside, while I was having an affair with my neighbor's beautiful wife outside the door.

At the end of 2005, my wife and I moved into our new house. We finally had our own place, and we were overjoyed. During that time, cleaning the house became my favorite thing to do every day, and my wife was always happy. But the novelty didn't last long, and life returned to its usual routine. Every morning I had to get up just after 6 a.m., wash and dress, grab a quick breakfast, and rush out the door to walk 20 minutes to the company shuttle bus stop to go to work. I wouldn't get home until 6 or 7 p.m., collapse on the sofa, too tired to even say a word, watch TV until 9 or 10 p.m., then wash up and go to bed. Because my wife's job was easy and she didn't have to work regular hours, she didn't get up until 8 or 9 a.m. and went to bed very late. Our schedules never aligned, and we had very little time to talk. Days passed uneventfully like this, one after another. In October 2006, a newlywed couple moved into the apartment across from mine. The woman, Xia, was tall and cheerful. While not as beautiful as my wife, she was very attractive. From then on, my life gradually began to change. Xia's workplace was quite far from home, while her husband's was closer, so every morning Xia would leave early to catch the shuttle bus. For a while, we didn't know each other well and rarely bumped into each other, only exchanging greetings. But for a few days, I would almost always run into her leaving home every morning. We would take the elevator together, walk together for a while, and then head to our respective shuttle bus stops. It turned out that Xia's shuttle bus stop had changed location, and she had changed her departure time accordingly, which happened to be the same as mine. And coincidentally, we both had to walk about 10 minutes to catch the bus. Thus, we saw each other more often. At first, I didn't think much of it, but gradually, I had a vague premonition that this coincidence might lead to a romantic encounter. So I deliberately created opportunities to bump into her every morning. After getting dressed, I would turn off the light and look through the peephole. If the door across the hall opened, I would open mine and go out too, naturally ending up taking the elevator and walking together. Gradually, we became more familiar, and our conversations became increasingly relaxed and casual. Xia was about my age, almost 30. Her husband was six years older than her, had a lot of work-related social engagements, was always traveling for business and drinking, and disliked exercise, making him look more like he was over 40. One morning, seeing she looked tired, I joked, "Did you and your husband stay up too late last night and not get enough rest?" She pinched my arm and said, "Go away, don't talk nonsense." I said, "Hehe, I heard your bed creaking all night long." She didn't laugh or say anything, but instead gave a "humph." I knew their sex life might not be satisfactory for her, or they might have argued the night before, so I jokingly continued, "What's wrong? Is your husband on strike?" She glanced at me sideways and said, "Do you and your wife ever go on strike?" I replied, "I never go on strike with her; she's the one who always resists, and I often force myself on her." She immediately laughed, "Little rascal, doesn't your wife scratch you?" I said, "She's no match for me. When I get into a fight, she can only defend herself and has no chance to fight back. Usually, it ends after 300 rounds of battle with her begging for mercy." She laughed and said, "300 rounds? You're bragging!" I said, "You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, let's have a contest one day and I'll show you how powerful I am." She smiled teasingly and said, "Sure, I'm afraid you're no match for me!"... And so, we often talked about these flirtatious topics, half-jokingly. Our relationship became more and more pleasant. She became more and more open around me, talking to me about whether she was happy or unhappy, and sometimes seeking my advice when she encountered troubles at work or in life. Later, we exchanged phone numbers and would text each other during work hours. Once, I asked her what she would do if her husband saw our text messages. She said she always deleted them after we texted. I knew then that my good days were coming. As you guys know, if a woman is willing to do something with you behind her husband's back, she'll easily do something else with you behind his back too. And the good thing about our relationship was that neither of us wanted to break up the other's family; in fact, we hoped for a more harmonious family, which made our opportunities more frequent and safer. Even better, our families weren't familiar with each other, so apart from our interactions, our family members didn't have any other communication, making it easy to keep our relationship a secret. Our relationship began to develop more seriously in the winter of 2007. In November, her husband went on a business trip and wouldn't be back for over a month. Her loneliness was palpable, and I sensed she was starting to become somewhat dependent on me. One morning, I saw her leave through the peephole. I deliberately didn't go out, wanting to see her reaction. She didn't press the elevator button immediately. Instead, she glanced at me twice and waited at the elevator entrance. After a while, seeing that I still hadn't moved, she pressed the button. When the elevator came up and the doors opened, she checked her watch, didn't go in, and continued to wait. I was secretly delighted; this time, I had a chance. The elevator doors closed for a while. She looked at her watch, guessed that she didn't have enough time, and pressed the button to open the elevator doors again, preparing to go in. I immediately opened my front door and went out. She pressed the elevator button, pretending to be nonchalant, and smiled, saying, "I came out late today. I thought you had already left!" I smiled back and said, "Really? But I thought you came out quite early!" She looked at me, paused for a moment, and then pretended to be angry, saying, "Why are you so annoying!" Then she got into the elevator. We stood side by side, neither of us speaking, and neither of us pressed the button for the first floor. After the elevator doors closed automatically, I touched the back of her hand with my little finger. She turned her head and looked at me coldly, and I looked at her expressionlessly. I turned my head to look ahead and gently, tentatively, took her hand. She also quietly turned her head to look ahead. We looked at each other calmly in the reflection of the elevator doors, without any reaction. I intertwined my hands with hers, our fingers tightly clasped. Then I gently squeezed her fingers together, and she turned her head to look at me knowingly. I gently pulled her fingers apart...I pulled her arm around my face and then naturally drew her close. She instinctively placed her right hand on my chest as a gesture of resistance, but didn't resist. I pushed her back against the elevator wall and leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes were open, her lips closed; she neither cooperated nor dodged, her right hand merely symbolically pushing against my chest. I took her right hand and placed it behind my back. She obediently placed her hand on my back, then closed her eyes and slowly opened her lips to kiss me. I first inserted my tongue deep into her mouth, then sucked on the tip of her tongue. She hesitated slightly before cooperating by extending her tongue... Relax and we began a passionate French kiss. I suckled continuously, and she breathed softly with her eyes closed. I placed her hands on my shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed passionately. I slipped my right hand under her clothes from behind and began to caress her back, while my left hand rested on her breasts through her sweater. My right hand slid up and down inside her clothes; her skin was incredibly smooth and soft, like a baby's. I tentatively fiddled with her bra clasp, and when she didn't react, I skillfully and gently pulled it open. Her bra snapped open, and she didn't resist, only using her arm... She deliberately tightened her grip on my neck in response. Her back was now completely flat, and I caressed it wantonly. My left hand slipped inside her bra from the front, grasping her breast. Her breasts weren't full, just the right size to fit in one hand, and they were delicate, soft, and elastic. I squeezed her entire breast with my left hand, gently flicking her nipple with my thumb. Her arms tightened, and her kisses became more passionate, her breathing turning into soft moans. I pressed my lower body against hers, rhythmically thrusting forward, and she responded by contracting and relaxing her hip muscles. Cooperate with me. I switched the position of my hands to caress her other breast; her nipple quickly became erect under my touch. I released her tongue and began kissing her cheek, then sucking on her earlobe. She gently twisted her head and made a distinct humming sound. I moved her hands from my shoulders to my waist and gestured for her to put her hands inside my clothes. She obediently did so, sliding her hands inside my clothes and gently scratching my back. I moved both hands to the front, grasping her two breasts respectively, and continued kissing her tongue. She gripped the back of my shoulders tightly with both hands. Her breathing and moans became more pronounced. I freed my left hand and reached behind her, slipping it down to her waist and inside her pants. She was wearing jeans, and although they weren't belted, it was difficult to get them in because of the heavy winter clothing. I grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them forcefully, while my lower body continued its rhythmic movements. I tentatively placed my palm on her buttocks, my middle finger sinking into the cleft, sliding down and around it until it gently touched her labia. Her labia were thin and tender, tightly closed, and very dry. I slid my middle finger back and forth across her labia... Liquid quickly seeped from her lips. At this point, her reaction became intense; she began to suck my tongue back forcefully, her hands sliding down my back into my pants, gripping my buttocks and coordinating with my thrusting movements, making soft moaning sounds… Just as I was enjoying this wonderful process and wanted to continue further, the elevator suddenly started moving. We both lurched simultaneously; she immediately pushed me away, and I quickly pressed the button for the 17th floor (we were on the 18th). The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and finding no one outside, I pulled her out of the elevator. She… Confused, she asked me, "What are you doing?" I said, "Let's go to your place." She said, "No, I'm late for work." I pointed to my swollen lower body and pretended to be in pain: "How can I go to work now?" She looked at me and chuckled: "Serves you right for being so naughty!" She pulled me down the stairs. When we reached the corner, I suddenly pushed her against the wall and reached inside her clothes to kiss her. She pulled her head away from my mouth and said, "Stop it, I'm late for work. I'll let you come to my place after get off work tonight." I reluctantly let go of her and said, "Let's take the stairs, and we'll take a taxi to work later." As I led her downstairs, my hands were constantly on her mind. My right hand slipped inside her pants from behind and groped her buttocks, while my left hand reached inside her clothes from the front and kneaded her breasts. She adorably frowned, wiggled her hips against me, and said, "Why are you so horny!" I teased her, kissing her every few steps, and she reciprocated with a French kiss. We made our way up to the fourth floor in about five or six minutes. At the corner of the stairs, I pushed her against the wall again and we French kissed. I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, then suddenly lifted her sweater, exposing her breasts to my face. Before, she was moaning and trying to pull at her sweater with both hands. I didn't let go, and she just let her breasts be exposed like that. I released her and kissed her neck with my tongue, gently stroking it. My right hand tightened around her body from behind, while my left hand continued to knead her breasts. I continued down, past her rolled-up sweater, tilted my head, bent my legs, and sucked on her nipple. Her nipple was light-colored and tender, like a little girl's, and it became erect in my mouth as my tongue teased it. She moaned softly, lowered her head to lick my ear, and even stuck her tongue inside my ear canal, stirring it around. A ticklish, pleasurable sensation instantly spread throughout my body. I switched the position of my hands and began kissing her other breast, using my left hand to hold her sweater from behind while my right hand went to unbutton her jeans. She pressed her right hand against the button and softly said, "No." I stopped what I was doing with my right hand, stood up, and kissed her tongue again. Then I unzipped my pants, took her hand, and guided it into my pants. She resisted slightly but then yielded. I placed her hand on my penis, and she gently grasped it, slowly stroking it. The slight friction between her delicate palm and my penis made me... Feeling incredibly comfortable, I kissed her more forcefully and deeply. I used my right hand again to unbutton her pants. This time she didn't resist, and I easily unzipped them. Although she was wearing wool pants underneath, they felt much looser. I eagerly slipped my right hand inside her pants, but instead of directly touching her skin, I stroked her genitals through her underwear. She was wearing tight silk panties, which clung tightly to her vulva. I slid my fingers along hers, my middle finger gently rubbing the indentation of her panties. Her panties quickly became soaked. "I reached into her panties and touched her pubic hair immediately. It was sparse and soft, just like a little girl's. I continued to move my hand deeper, and she cooperated by relaxing her legs. My hand smoothly rested on her slightly protruding vulva. Her vulva was already wet. I slid my hand back and forth on her slippery labia. She gripped my penis and began to exert more force, stroking it more vigorously, and using her thumb and forefinger to strike the base of my penis, creating a very intense sensation. I used my index and ring fingers to separate her labia, and my middle finger stroked her vulva." Lei. I slid my middle finger back and forth between her vaginal opening and clitoris, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. More and more of her vaginal fluid was flowing out, soaking my entire right hand. I stopped my middle finger on her clitoris and gently teased it. She became increasingly excited, even actively moving her hips back and forth. I increased the pressure and frequency of my teasing, and by this time her clitoris was noticeably harder. She enjoyed my teasing, forgetting to kiss me, only her mouth slightly open, softly moaning. I stopped teasing, and with my finger forward, I suddenly inserted my middle finger into her vagina… It wasn't as loose as I'd imagined; it was actually quite tight. I tried my best to insert my middle finger into her vagina, stirring and thrusting it in and out. Her reaction told me she was enjoying it; she slightly parted her legs, arched her back to allow my finger to penetrate deeper, and her moans became clearer. The sound of the downstairs neighbor opening their door disturbed us again. Hearing the sound, we both held our breath, stopped what we were doing, and opened our eyes to look at each other. But this time, she didn't push me away; instead, she made a face at me, bit my lip, and gently pressed her forehead against mine. At this moment, our... My hands were still inside her pants when she pinched my penis and whispered, "Take it out!" I looked up at her with a lewd smile, and slowly continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her vagina. She frowned, pouted, and tightened her legs... I whispered, "Let's go to your place!" She said, "I'm afraid I'll be late for work!" I said, "We can take a taxi in a bit, and besides, you need to change your underwear!" She said, "You're so naughty! Okay, go upstairs, change your pants, and come right back down!" I smiled and said okay! ... I pulled my hands out of her clothes, straightened my clothes, and seeing that no one was at the elevator, we intertwined our fingers. I walked up to the fourth floor and pressed the elevator button. The elevator was stopped on the first floor and took a while to start moving upwards. Thinking there were people inside, I let go of her hand. The elevator stopped, and sure enough, there were people inside—a newspaper delivery guy. We both subscribed to this newspaper, so we recognized each other somewhat. The delivery guy looked at us with a slightly puzzled expression and nodded awkwardly at me. I smiled back in response, and I saw Xia's face flush slightly; she seemed a little embarrassed. I casually pressed the number 17. After pressing it, I regretted it a little. Because the delivery guy immediately reacted: You…"You're on the 17th floor, huh? Here's your newspaper." He handed me a newspaper. I took it casually and said, "You across the hall, do you have another one? I'll take it up with you!" He gave me another one and said thank you. The atmosphere was really awkward at this point, and the elevator seemed to be moving much slower! Finally, we reached the 17th floor, got off the elevator, and the doors closed as it continued upwards (the young man went to the top floor). Xia took out her key to open her apartment door, and I stood next to my own door, covering the peephole with my hand! Haha, actually, the probability of my wife looking out the peephole at this moment was almost zero, but I still didn't dare to do anything at my own door. Maybe it's because I have a guilty conscience! After Xia opened the door and went in first, I quickly slipped into her apartment and closed the door behind me! It was actually my first time visiting her home. Her apartment was large, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, very tidy, with many flowers, and the air inside smelled nice! I took off my shoes and casually looked around her house, saying as I walked, "You're pretty capable, you tidied up quite well!" She had just taken off her boots and replied with a hint of pride, "Of course!" Then she headed towards the bedroom, saying as she went, "You wait here patiently!" Of course, I couldn't agree to that, so I quickly followed, saying, "I'll help you change!" She turned around and pushed me away with both hands, saying, "Stop messing around, we're running late! You wait here, I'll be right out!" I chuckled, pushed her hands away, and pulled her into my arms, lifting her up in the process. She was very slender, but because she was tall, she had some weight. Luckily, I kept working out, so carrying such a beauty was quite easy. She struggled, but I didn't give her a chance to react. I ran into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and used the momentum to pounce on her, pinning her down! I skillfully used my left hand to hold her hands and place them on the bed, then leaned in to kiss her. She actually turned her head away, pleadingly saying, "XXX, please, stop it, we're really running late!" I ignored her, reaching my right hand inside her bra, pushing it open, and kneading her breasts! She struggled more fiercely: "XXX, get up! I'm getting angry!" and tried to push me up with her legs! I spread her legs apart, my lower body arching against her crotch. I sucked on her earlobe, my fingers constantly playing with her nipples! She whispered in my ear, a slightly angry tone, "XXX, if you don't get up, I'll yell! If you do this, I'll never let you touch me again!" Seeing she wasn't faking it, I looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" She said firmly, "Not now, I have a meeting at 8:30, I can't be late." I checked my watch: it was only 7:10, I had enough time! She said very seriously: "I said no, and that's final." I frowned and looked at her without saying anything. She sighed: "How about tonight? I'll let you come to my place tonight, okay? I'll be home at six." I felt she really didn't want to. So I gently kissed her forehead and stood up! She also sat up, sighing heavily as if she had something on her mind! I asked her: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly like this?" She said: "Nothing, you go out, I'll change my clothes!" I was a little disappointed: "Maybe I should go first, so it won't be inconvenient later!" She said: "Wait for me a bit, let's go together, okay?" Of course, I didn't refuse! ...I believe many people will be disappointed at this point, and some might even be hoping for a more passionate encounter with her that night! Actually, I had been planning all day how to have a passionate night with her! Unfortunately, she lied to me. I called her near the end of the workday. She actually said she wasn't going home that night, she was going to her parents' house! I said, a little aggrieved, "Are you kidding me?!" She laughed and said, "Maybe later, I really can't accept it today!" I didn't press the matter! And so, this day's romantic encounter came to an end!

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