Making love with a stunning married woman in the movie theater

I'm 27 years old, a soho (socially active) person, working from home, so I have a lot of free time. Sometimes when I'm bored, I open Momo or WeChat to chat up girls nearby. I've hooked up with a few girls, but generally, the ones that are easy to get aren't very high quality; it's just for fun. I'll post a thread about my experience with picking up girls another day. Today, I'll tell you the story of my neighbor, a married woman. She's actually two years younger than me, but she got married early and had a child, so she seems mature. Meeting her was accidental. I was out running some errands and walking home towards the community when I saw a pretty girl walking ahead of me. She was wearing a beige off-the-shoulder dress and high heels. Her straight, jet-black hair was flowing over her shoulders, incredibly smooth and silky. I have a thing for girls with beautiful hair, especially straight, black hair. Worried that she might be a "back view killer" (a woman who looks terrible from behind), I quickly passed her and then casually glanced back at her face. I was immediately delighted. Her features and bust were exactly my type. Her dimples, in particular, were like barbs piercing my heart, capable of stealing my soul. I deliberately slowed my pace, entered the community with her, and then lagged behind, watching her go into a building. Knowing which building she lived in would give me a chance later. After returning home, I used WeChat and Momo to search for nearby people whenever I had free time, hoping she might be using the same apps. However, many days passed without finding her; the chances were slim. Just as I was about to change my strategy, I suddenly saw her profile picture on Momo that day… She used a photo without makeup, with slanted bangs, long eyelashes, and most importantly, those dimples that haunted my dreams. I recognized her instantly. What happened next is a complicated story. We got to know each other, chatted, from Momo to WeChat, and then exchanged phone numbers. We were like old friends, sharing everything. I gradually learned about her situation: 25 years old, married, with a three-year-old son, a full-time housewife, and her husband was a businessman. Their relationship wasn't very good, and I just kept chatting with her, never mentioning meeting up or any other intentions. The strategy of playing hard to get is the most effective way to deal with married women, especially those who are attractive. They've seen too many men who just want to hook up. Finally, one day, she said, "I want to go to the movies, do you want to come?" I waited for her to answer, and now it seems that my two months of cultivating our relationship was worthwhile. We watched a very boring movie, and we sat in the last row, just the two of us. I gently took her hand, but she didn't react, still looking at the screen, which seemed to be her intention to encourage me. I lifted the armrest between our seats, put one arm around her shoulder, and she finally looked at me, her eyes full of smiles and tenderness: "Did you plan this?" "You're the one who planned it! You're the one who asked me out..." I said, then leaned down and kissed her lips. "I did plan it." She was slightly breathless, and kissed me deeply with my tongue. I also entwined my tongue with hers, and one hand wandered up to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra! She really is a slut, but I like it! I slipped my hand inside her collar, grasped her firm breasts, and lightly touched her nipples with my fingers. "Mmm..." she let out a faint moan, but it was completely drowned out by the movie sound; only I could hear it. Our tongues were still entwined, and my other hand gently stroked her hair—its smooth texture was my favorite. Saliva dripped from our lips, creating an increasingly hazy atmosphere. Suddenly, I felt her hand touch my crotch. Even through my pants, I think she could feel its shape. I smiled, and she retaliated by biting my tongue—clearly shy, yet so proactive. Unexpectedly, she wasn't satisfied with just touching me through my pants. She unzipped my pants, reached inside, and, beyond the confines of my underwear, directly grasped my penis. I was taken aback by her bold move, but she smiled at my kissing lips, and mischievously, she squeezed my penis hard, pulling it out. I pulled away from her lips, looking into her smiling, lustful eyes, and pulled her close. Then, my hand reached down to her thighs, lifted her long skirt, and slipped my hand under her crotch. A thong! When my hand touched her labia, she cried out, "Ah!" and leaned against my shoulder, her breath hot against my ear. My hand was covered in her juices; she was clearly already overflowing. I pulled her thong aside and touched her labia. Her hand, which was gripping my penis, paused, seemingly lost in boundless pleasure. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina, and she couldn't help but moan with my movements, "Mmm..." she breathed heavily in my ear. Suddenly, I mischievously thrust my finger all the way in, "Ah!" she cried out, caught off guard. Luckily, it was just the two of us in the last two rows, so no one knew what we were playing. She punched my shoulder and gripped my penis tightly with her lower hand, "You're going to die! Ah..." Before she could express her dissatisfaction, my hand probed the inside of her vagina, increasing the speed... "Mmm... mmm... ah... be gentle... mmm... ah... ah... ah... ah..." she moaned hysterically. A few minutes later, I stopped what I was doing, held my finger up in front of her eyes, and laughed at how wet she was. Her eyes were glazed, but she took my finger into her mouth and licked her own juices. Then, her hands unbuckled my belt, releasing my penis completely. Before I could react, she had already bent down and taken my thick, hard shaft into her mouth… Her actions caught me off guard; we were in a movie theater! But before I could think further, a wave of pleasure washed over me. What a wonderful woman, I thought. Her oral skills weren't exactly expert, but her tongue was incredibly agile. She licked my penis back and forth, sometimes taking the glans into her mouth, sometimes lowering it to my testicles, her tongue moving back and forth on my thick shaft, sometimes playfully tapping the glans with her teeth, sending me into a state of extreme sensitivity. I looked down at her; her long, black hair was loose, covering her face and my penis in her mouth. The lights were dim, and the movie's male lead was still shamelessly pursuing the female lead. Meanwhile, in the last row of the theater, no one could see that I was truly enjoying unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction. A beautiful married woman was giving me oral sex in public—the thought alone was thrilling. She was oblivious to everything else, swallowing my entire penis. I could feel the head of my penis hitting her throat; the feeling was almost identical to vaginal intercourse, even more stimulating and intense. She swallowed and spat, her hair swaying with her movements, sending waves of pleasure through me. I brushed her long hair aside, watching her efforts. She looked up at me, her tongue still lingering. I touched her face, signaling her to get up. Reluctantly, she spat out my penis, but then rose and kissed my lips again. I could clearly feel the lewd scent on her tongue. I pulled her close, making her face forward, lifted her skirt, and tore off her thong. I supported her buttocks with both hands, slowly helping her sit on me, and she cooperated by holding my penis, aiming it at her vagina, and slowly sitting down. "Oh..." We both let out satisfied sounds. As she sat down, my penis entered a vagina that was almost flooded with vaginal fluid, breaking through the vaginal confinement and penetrating her body to the hilt. Her vagina was still very tight, not at all like a woman who had given birth. She turned back and smiled at me; I had finally made love to her. I buried my face in her hair, smelling her fragrance, my hands holding her breasts, and my penis began to thrust in and out. She actively moved her hips, and the sound of fluids emanating from our joined bodies filled the air. We dared not move too much, after all, there were many people in the front rows, and if someone turned around, they would definitely see her disheveled state as she sat on me. I slowly increased my speed, and she kept moving her hips up and down. My penis grew bigger and bigger, penetrating deeper and deeper... "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." "Ah...oh...mmm..." She couldn't help but moan, almost loud enough for the people in the front rows to hear. She quickly covered her mouth, glanced back at me, and our eyes met, tacitly gloating over what we were doing. "Ah...ah...gently...husband, gently..." She could hardly suppress her voice. Hearing her call me "husband" filled me with excitement and a surge of power. I was having sex with her in the movie theater, and her husband didn't know. Now that she was calling me "husband," I was thoroughly enjoying it. I had her turn around and straddle me again, so we were face-to-face, thrusting into each other. I lifted her clothes and took her breasts into my mouth, licking her nipples, while thrusting even harder. She held my head, her body moving up and down, her hair flowing back, but she didn't dare to cry out her pleasure loudly. We did this position hundreds more times, and I felt she was almost exhausted, since it had been her doing all the moving. So I got up and folded up the armrests of several seats, letting her lie across a row of sofas. The movie theater sofas weren't wide, but they were quite comfortable. I pressed my body against hers and thrust into her again. Her vagina was now completely overflowing, and we began to have sex in the most primitive missionary position. "Husband, faster... ah..." Her cries spurred me to thrust even harder, and the sound of our impact was definitely loud enough to be heard by...People heard us, but they couldn't care less now; they couldn't see us when they looked back. "Husband...you're so good...husband...faster...faster...I'm about to...ah..." Her encouragement filled me with strength, and I felt I was almost there; it was time for the final sprint. I instantly increased my speed several times over, and simultaneously silenced her with my mouth to prevent her from screaming. Thump thump thump thump...I felt her vagina contracting, gripping my penis tightly. My body tensed up; I could feel myself reaching the edge of climax. The thrusting became stronger and stronger; I felt I was about to ejaculate, and her reaction was intense. Her arms and legs clung to me like an octopus, tightening their grip; she was probably about to come too. I thrust dozens more times at maximum speed, and her mouth, which I had sealed with my kiss, made loud noises, "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm..." I wanted to pull out and ejaculate outside, but she perhaps sensed my intention and forcefully stopped me. So I let out a low growl, my ejaculation failed, and thick streams of semen shot deep into her uterus. At that moment, her whole body convulsed, letting out a near-desperate "Ah..." She had also climaxed. Fortunately, the movie was reaching its climax, and the noise was so loud that no one probably noticed our wanton sounds. I lay sprawled on top of her, my penis still ejaculating in bursts, throbbing as if trying to release all the pent-up energy I had accumulated. Her vagina was also contracting in waves, indicating that her pleasure was no less than mine. Her limbs were no longer as strong as they had been, limply draped over me. I looked up at her face; it was flushed, her eyes unfocused, her lips slightly parted, and her hair was soaked with sweat. I gently kissed her lips, and she looked up at me, smiling contentedly. She continued to hold me, my entire body still pressed against hers, and I wondered if I would break her. My penis slowly softened, but I was reluctant to withdraw it. She was also enjoying the tranquility after the pleasure. "I've put an IUD in, so you can just ejaculate inside me from now on..." she told me shyly. "Afterwards..." Hearing that word, I could practically imagine a blissful future. We didn't get up until the movie was almost over to clean up the mess, straightening our clothes. The floor was littered with napkins we'd used, and the seat was soaked with our semen. "I hope the next person sitting in this seat is a woman..." I thought wickedly. From then on, she became my lover, or rather, I became her lover... We sought every opportunity to make love in various places—hotels, parks, groves, even the stairwell of her building. And now, as I write this, she's sitting next to me, completely naked... I have to go fight again...

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