The Gentleness and Elegance Between the Crotches (Part 2)

Time flies. I haven't seen Zhao Yazhi these past few days, but we've kept in touch by phone every day. I told her I was fine, and she said Huang Guangye was recovering quickly and could get out of bed and walk around freely. I really wanted to visit her at her home, and I should also visit Huang Guangye, but I didn't have the courage to face them. What would Huang Guangye think of me? Thankfully, he hadn't told his mother about what I had done.

The separation made my longing even stronger. Through phone calls and text messages, I could sense the change in Zhao Yazhi's feelings for me. Her tone was gentler when she spoke to me, treating me as a trustworthy and close person. Sometimes we would call each other before going to bed to chat, talking about her childhood, her many years in the entertainment industry, and some stories from the entertainment circle. Listening to her gentle voice recount her stories, no matter what she was saying, was a pleasure, especially since those were things I had never heard before. During our conversations, we became more relaxed, and I wasn't as reserved as before.

Sometimes I use the webcam to watch her lying in bed talking to me. I really want to tell her her current position to surprise her, but the thought of scaring her and completely exposing the affair makes it impossible for me to do that.

One night, Zhao Yazhi and I didn't talk on the phone, so I turned on the video to see what she was doing. Only the bedside lamp was on in her room, so the light wasn't very bright. She was lying there, not asleep yet, as she always is at this time. Her body and face looked beautiful, but she would turn off the light and go to sleep after a while, so I couldn't watch for too long. Her facial features were so soft, and with her even breathing, her chest rose and fell, gradually increasing in speed.

She started to toss and turn, becoming restless. I had a premonition that something was about to happen. Her husband hadn't been home for a while again, and when he did come back, he probably didn't have sex with her because he was in a bad mood. Sure enough, she placed her hands on her breasts and gently rubbed them. Even though it was through her clothes, this action immediately excited me. I noticed her gripping my pajamas, making them wrinkle. I thought to myself, "The pleasure isn't strong through clothes, take them off!" As if she heard my thoughts, she actually pulled off her pajamas from top to bottom, all the way down to her hips. Her breasts were clearly visible before my eyes. Although she was a middle-aged woman, her breasts still maintained a certain firmness even when lying down, which was quite remarkable. She grasped her breasts with both hands and caressed them, and her breasts immediately changed shape under her hands, sometimes becoming more erect, sometimes flatter, because her hands were squeezing and flattening her breasts, and the flesh overflowed between her fingers. My breathing quickened just like hers.

Zhao Yazhi squeezed her legs together and twisted, sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, but unfortunately, the light was not strong enough for me to see clearly. She started by grasping and kneading one breast with each hand, then placed both hands on one breast, one hand holding the entire breast while the other hand twisted the nipple with her fingers, and then licked the nipple with her tongue. I could hear her soft moans and sucking sounds. Suddenly, she pulled off her pajamas completely, revealing nothing underneath! Her naked body appeared before me! Actually, I sometimes saw her changing clothes, but it was only for a short time, and the stimulation wasn't very intense. But now, her eyes were glazed, her hair disheveled, and her body writhed, eager to satisfy herself. This Zhao Yazhi was completely different from her usual dignified self, yet it was indeed her. How captivating she was when she was sexually aroused! I threw all my remaining guilt to the winds and simply focused on watching her.

She spread her legs, her left hand continuing to caress her breasts, while her right hand reached between her legs. The moment her hand touched her genitals, her legs immediately closed, clamping her hand, and she let out a long, pleasurable moan.

Then she slowly opened her legs, gently rubbing her clitoris with her right hand while simultaneously caressing her breasts with her left. She would sometimes open her mouth to moan, sometimes bite her lip to make muffled, suppressed sounds. Her legs swayed back and forth, seemingly wanting to close but unable to. I think the stimulating pleasure made her involuntarily want to close her legs, but if she clamped them together, she couldn't move her hands and couldn't rub her clitoris as much. She gradually raised her legs, bending them to her sides, as if a man were on top of her, and she opened her legs to meet him.

This position allowed her vaginal opening to widen further. She held her breath, slowly inserting her fingers into her vagina, her mouth wide open but making no sound. Finally, when she could insert them all the way in, she tilted her head back and let out a relieved moan. Looking at Zhao Yazhi, this elegant and mature woman, comforting her body in this way without anyone knowing, I felt a surge of sorrow and pity. My penis was already at its peak, painfully restricted by my pants, so I had to take them off.

I saw her phone on the bedside table and suddenly wondered what would happen if I called her at this hour. I knew she never turned it off; she was probably waiting forever for her husband's call. I was surprised by this thought; it was unbelievable. What would happen if I called? I knew it was cruel, forcing her to stop in her moment of pleasure, but I couldn't control the thought, nor could I control my hand. I picked up the phone and dialed her number with trembling hands.

It rang! Her phone rang too. She jumped up, sat up straight, smoothed her messy hair, and took a deep breath to calm herself, as if she could see the caller. Little did she know, I was watching her the whole time. She picked up her phone, saw it was me, hesitated slightly, but answered anyway. After all, we'd been calling often at this time lately, so it wouldn't seem abrupt.

"Hello, Xiaowen."

"Yes, it's me, Sister Zhi."

"So late? What's up?" She wouldn't have asked so calmly and directly a few days ago.

"Late? It was even later the day before yesterday, and you called me then, hehe." I said with a chuckle.

"I feel a little uneasy if I don't call you at least once in the night." I'm much less reserved when talking to Zhao Yazhi now.

"Oh, is that so? Let's chat for a bit before we go to sleep." Zhao Yazhi's tone was a little flustered. Her naked body leaned against the headboard, still immersed in a state of extreme excitement. "I heard you tell me a lot of stories about your childhood the other day. Can I tell you some funny stories from my childhood?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Actually, I wasn't sure what to say at that moment. I found an article I had written before, recalling my childhood, and read it to her. The article was very colloquial, and I couldn't tell the difference between what I was saying and what I was saying now.

If I recounted the stories to her while reminiscing, I wouldn't be able to imagine and masturbate in front of her body. I looked at her breasts, her open legs, and fantasized that I was in front of her, about to ejaculate on her.

I held the phone in my left hand and my already erect penis in my right, gently moving it back and forth.

"Back in school, I wasn't exactly well-behaved either, often getting into funny situations..." She laughed after hearing this, then said, "You were really naughty when you were little." But then I saw her hand move to her breasts again, kneading them once more. This action made me swallow hard. I was already quite satisfied watching her masturbate while talking to her, and her cooperation in stroking her own body only made me more excited.

She gradually lay down, placing her phone beside her pillow while talking to me, then freed one hand and inserted her fingers into her vagina! With that, she opened her mouth wide again, then tightly covered her mouth with the hand that had been grabbing her breasts, afraid I would hear her scream! She was masturbating with me! I couldn't help but speed up the stroking of my penis, but I was also afraid of ejaculating too quickly, making this pleasurable moment too short.

Zhao Yazhi repeated the initial movements, her legs raised, her left hand kneading her breasts, and her right hand moving her fingers inside her vagina. The difference was that her movements were now more vigorous, and the intense pleasure was overwhelming, yet she couldn't groan. This was painful for her. She gripped her breasts tightly, which made my heart ache. Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her vagina, and her hips began to thrust upwards rhythmically. I spoke absentmindedly, and she answered perfunctorily. She sensed the tense atmosphere on the phone, but she was worried I would discover her actions, and absolutely didn't realize I was watching her masturbate!

Her left hand left her breast and moved to her genitals, rubbing her clitoris, while her right hand remained inside her vagina. At this point, I couldn't see the specific details of her hands anymore, but knowing what she was doing excited me immensely.

Her body writhed more and more intensely, clearly her pleasure was intensifying. But I cruelly said to her,

"Sister Zhi, I've been telling you my story for so long, but you don't seem very interested. Why don't you continue with the story you told me about your childhood?"

Zhao Yazhi seemed to lose consciousness, unsure how to organize her thoughts: "Ah, yes, yes... um... very interesting." After a while, she said again, "Ah, what did you say? My childhood... um... also... very interesting, nothing much to say." As she spoke, she tilted her head towards the microphone, her expression distorted by pleasure, her brows furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, yet she tried her best to speak normally—a truly difficult task, but this didn't affect her hand movements.

So I continued talking, my hand still stroking my penis. Zhao Yazhi's movements became faster and faster. I really didn't want her to stop so soon, so I suddenly shouted, "Ouch!" Zhao Yazhi was startled and stopped what she was doing, asking, "Xiaowen, what's wrong?"

I said, "Nothing, nothing, I just picked up a cup of hot water and got burned. It's okay." Zhao Yazhi said, "Oh, then... be careful, let it cool down before you drink it." Then she started doing what she was doing again. Although I couldn't command her to pose in a lewd way or do any obscene things for me, I controlled her movements for a moment, which satisfied my desire for control in a small way.

I couldn't think of any way to delay her orgasm. She grabbed her breast with her left hand again, alternating between rubbing her left and right breasts with one hand. Her right hand moved faster and faster inside her vagina, from one finger to two. I watched as she supported herself with her feet, lifting her hips off the bed and then falling heavily back down, repeating this several times. I knew she was about to orgasm. I wanted to orgasm at the same time as her, so I brought my penis close to the screen where her vagina was, and began to masturbate rapidly and violently. It was as if it was the thrusting of my large penis that brought her to such ecstasy!

At that moment, my mind went blank. I just wanted the pleasure lingering in my lower body to rush to my head and reach the peak of ecstasy. I numbly uttered some words, just wanting her to be unable to interrupt me and hang up the phone. Her two hands were busy working on her breasts and vagina, and she couldn't hold down the receiver. So I heard her low moans that she couldn't suppress!

Zhao Yazhi's body jolted violently, and I clearly heard her cry out, "Ah, Xiaowen!"

Her body then convulsed, and her right hand thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Her soft cry seemed deafening to me. Was she fantasizing about me during her orgasm? Was she imagining me on top of her, making love to her? Was she imagining her fingers as my penis? This sudden bliss excited me immensely, and I gripped my penis tightly, masturbating rapidly until finally, a stream of semen sprayed onto the screen where she was on the computer screen. Because of the large amount of semen, it covered her genitals, her body, and her face—something impossible in reality. After her orgasm, her hand movements gradually slowed until she stopped, her fingers still inside her vagina, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed, and her hair scattered on the pillow.

We didn't speak for a long time afterward. She probably realized what had happened, but neither of us said anything.

I hadn't wiped the semen off her body from the screen yet when I said into the phone, "Sister Zhi, we both love reminiscing about our childhoods. Actually, life is wonderful now too, and we should enjoy it, right?" There was a hidden meaning in those words; I wonder if she understood.

Zhao Yazhi took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I love hearing you say that. Let's talk more about our lives now. It's too late today, let's rest, okay, Xiaowen?"

After the climax, I felt a sense of emptiness, and softly said, "Okay, goodnight, Sister Zhi."

That night I slept incredibly soundly, feeling completely content, as if I had no other desires, my biggest worry finally resolved.

I never expected our long-awaited reunion to be in such a way. Zhao Yazhi told me she was attending a Hong Kong fan gathering in Tsim Sha Tsui at the end of the month and asked if I was interested. I said of course, I'd never seen Sister Zhi on stage before.

That Saturday, when I arrived at the hotel, the fans outside were in high spirits. This made me very proud of Sister Zhi; it's a wonderful thing to be loved by so many fans. I was a little smug and wanted to tell them that I often had close contact with Angie Chiu, but I was afraid they wouldn't believe me, and if they did, they'd be very jealous, and there might even be some danger involved.

The event venue had been booked by the Angie Chiu fan club leader. As the fans entered, I followed the crowd, but I was stopped at the entrance. They all seemed to have some kind of pass, while I was empty-handed. After everyone else had gone in, I was still anxiously pacing outside. In desperation, I sent Angie Chiu a message telling her I was outside. I knew she was busy at that moment, greeting the fans with a smile and answering their questions, and I really shouldn't bother her, but I really wanted to see her surrounded by admirers, so I sent the message.

She didn't reply, and I was very disappointed. I stood there dejectedly at the entrance, when after a while, a staff member came out and asked me, "Are you Mr. Ho Man?" I said yes. He said, "Okay, please come in." It must have been Angie Chiu who sent him! I felt both apologetic and touched that I was troubling her while she was so busy.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw Zhao Yazhi on stage. She waved and smiled slightly before turning to talk to others. But all the fans turned to look at me. I had never been looked at with such envy before; I felt dizzy with happiness. However, I didn't want too much attention, so I sat quietly in a corner. But people kept turning to look at me with strange eyes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. Judging from their accents, many of the fans seemed to be from mainland China, and the male-to-female ratio was about the same. It turned out that many women also liked Zhao Yazhi. They gave her gifts and hugged her warmly; the scene was very lively.

Zhao Yazhi stood radiant on stage, wearing a deep red, form-fitting, low-cut long dress and a black shawl, exuding an air of noble sexiness. A calm and composed smile remained on her face, a stark contrast to her understated elegance at home. I stared at her, repeatedly thinking, "So beautiful, so beautiful." She always manages to display different kinds of beauty at different times. As an ordinary woman at home, she is peaceful and gentle, without a trace of celebrity airs, making her very approachable. When acting in television dramas, she is the embodiment of that woman, making it impossible for the audience to distinguish her from the character. On stage, however, she shone brightly, her eyes sparkling with brilliance. Her beauty was captivating, leaving one mesmerized at first glance, unable to look away yet too afraid to stare directly.

The highlight of the event was Zhao Yazhi singing with her fans on stage. Those who made it onto the stage were so excited that some even sang off-key.

Because she frequently bent over towards the audience, Zhao Yazhi's shawl kept slipping down. So she took it off, revealing her smooth shoulders and beautiful collarbones, eliciting screams from her fans below, especially from the female fans. I didn't quite understand why women were interested in another woman. I was stunned by her beauty, but I didn't scream with the crowd. I felt a little mocking towards them; they'd only seen a few people and were already this excited.

At the end of the event, Zhao Yazhi signed autographs and took individual photos with her fans, almost always obliging. However, due to the large number of people and the extended duration, the organizers eventually ended the autograph session and took a group photo. As Zhao Yazhi walked backstage, she waved goodbye to her fans, who jumped and waved enthusiastically, watching her figure disappear with reluctance. Almost everyone stayed, chatting amongst themselves.

Just then, I received a message on my phone. It was from Zhao Yazhi: "Xiao Wen, it's been so long! I didn't expect to see you here. Come to the parking lot behind the hotel, take my car."

I rushed out and headed straight for the parking lot, but I didn't know where her car was. Then her driver got out of the car and waved to me. I got in and said to Zhao Yazhi, "Congratulations on the successful fan meeting, Sister Zhi."

My comment, so reminiscent of a mainland conference, made Zhao Yazhi smile: "Every gathering is a success."

I said with admiration, "I've never been to a fan meeting before, but seeing Sister Zhi's popularity today, it's truly overwhelming!"

At this point, the driver interjected, "Hong Kong is always so enthusiastic. Although I can't accompany Sister Zhi to the mainland, I know the enthusiasm there is no less than in Hong Kong."

Zhao Yazhi smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

When we arrived at her house, she sat down on the sofa and after a while said to me, "I'm very tired today. I'm going to change and take a shower first. I called you over because I wanted you to give me a massage. You don't mind, do you?"

I quickly replied, "Of course not, it's my duty."

Zhao Yazhi turned and left. I felt bored and looked around the living room. The surroundings seemed to come alive with the mood of the hostess. I thought she looked and felt great today. I heard the sound of water from the bathroom; she had already undressed and started showering. I sighed. I had seen her naked before and even touched her body through her clothes. These intimate encounters had stirred my desire, but they had never truly satisfied me. It was torture. I was going to massage her later, and of course I wanted to touch her body, but I couldn't bear the torment of my erection that I couldn't release. I was caught in a conflicting mix of hope and fear.

Just as I was lost in thought, Zhao Yazhi had finished bathing and came out. A beauty after a bath is the most captivating, like a virgin reborn, like a lotus emerging from the water. Every part of her body is clear and fresh, exuding a pure fragrance. I shifted my flustered gaze elsewhere and said, "Sister Zhi, let me give you a massage."

Zhao Yazhi said, "Okay, is it alright on the sofa?"

I said, "The sofa is too soft, but it's fine, isn't it?"

I didn't dare to have any more sexual fantasies about her body, fearing that my erection would become unbearable and I would have nowhere to relieve it. But desire is hard to control with reason. When my hands touched her soft body, I couldn't help but want to strip her naked and pin her down to release my pent-up desire. So I quickly tried to distract myself by chatting with her: "Sister Zhi, your fans are so enthusiastic today."

Zhao Yazhi said with satisfaction, "I'm very proud that so many people like me, but I don't want them to sacrifice too much for me, afraid of interfering with their lives."

She always considers others like this. I gently corrected her: "Sister Zhi, having someone you like and being willing to give for them is a happy thing. Think about how you feel about your husband and son, don't you feel the same way?"

I felt it was inappropriate as soon as I mentioned her husband, afraid of upsetting her.

Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to care: "Hmm, what you said makes sense, but they are my family after all. Hmm, Xiaowen, I've been very happy these past few days. Guangye's injury has basically healed, he's back in school, and I feel his spirits have improved a lot. My husband came back two days ago and we talked a lot, and I know his thoughts."

She stood up as she said this, and since I was massaging her back, which was affecting her speech, she asked me to move the massage down and turned to me, saying, "Xiaowen, do you know? My husband is doing something beneficial for the Hong Kong entertainment industry. I've always thought he's a man with a sense of justice and responsibility; I haven't misjudged him.

" This piqued my interest, and I pressed her for details. Zhao Yazhi continued, "The entertainment industry is too complicated. Let me put it simply. You must have heard of Hong Kong's Yuankai Entertainment Company, right?"

I nodded and said, "I know it's very famous; they've produced many films."

Zhao Yazhi said, "The boss of this company, Fang Zhonghuai, is very powerful and influential in the industry. He's a force to be reckoned with and has done many unethical things, forcing artists to make films while paying them very low wages. He bullies female stars, and unknown actresses dare not speak out. Offending him could mean losing your career, or even your life.

" I couldn't help but gasp, "Is he really that powerful?"

Zhao Yazhi said, "What I'm telling you... " This is just the tip of the iceberg. The female celebrity who was photographed with my husband in the newspaper is a newcomer who has just debuted. She's being exploited and bullied, and at the same time, she's been scouted by another large film company that offered to pay her breach of contract fees to help her switch companies. However, Yuankai Film Company refuses to release her, making things difficult for her at every turn, and even sending people to beat her up. The other film company is also very powerful and has always been at odds with Fang Zhongren, so they secretly supported her in suing Yuankai Film Company. That's how they found my husband. The person who took those photos was also a reporter from Yuankai Film Company. I've always hated that company, and I've wronged my husband.”

After listening, I said, “This is a righteous act to protect the interests of artists. But I fear…” "I'm afraid it might offend Yuankai Company,"

Zhao Yazhi said with some concern. "Actually, I have the same concern, but my husband is a well-known lawyer in Hong Kong, and he has the support of another large company. Besides, these kinds of company matters don't usually target lawyers, so I think everything will be fine."

Zhao Yazhi turned over and said, "I understand my husband now, and my mood immediately brightened. Also, the other night, almost the whole family was home. Except for Guangyi in Canada, Guanghong and Guangye were all there. I personally cooked a table full of dishes, and it's been a long time since the family has had such a happy dinner together." I thought to myself, having a family dinner together has become a luxury for her. It's quite pitiful. Even this simple happiness is hard to satisfy; celebrities have their hardships too.

She laughed and said, "So I've been in a good mood these past two days. I was worried I wouldn't be able to face my fans in a good mood." She even laughed out loud as she spoke, seemingly still immersed in the pleasant atmosphere of that dinner. Seeing her happiness, I was happy for her, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of loss, as if my status in her heart had diminished. Then I thought, I'm just someone she hired, no different from a maid or cook, so why should I be sentimental? I tried to console myself with this self-deprecating humor, but a sadness still lingered in my heart.

Zhao Yazhi called out to me, "Xiaowen, what are you thinking about? Use your strength a little. If you make me feel relaxed and not tired, then I can cook for you."

I was shocked, "What? You're going to cook for me?"

Zhao Yazhi smiled and said, "Are you surprised? I haven't properly thanked you for what you did for Guangye, and I don't know how to express my gratitude, so I'll treat you to a home-cooked meal as a way of thanking you. Actually, that's why I called you here. Asking you to massage me is secondary. Hmm, is that alright?"

I hurriedly waved my hands, "No, no, no, it's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that how can you cook for me? You're Zhao Yazhi." In my panic, I didn't know what to say.

She chuckled, "Of course I'm Zhao Yazhi, but who says Zhao Yazhi can't cook? I'll go make it now. You sit and wait, we'll go to the dining room in a bit." With that, she got up and went to the kitchen. I was utterly flattered and sat down on the sofa, dumbfounded. The unexpected happiness left me speechless. Just moments ago, I thought she no longer valued me, and my heart sank to rock bottom. But unexpectedly, I suddenly found myself on a blissful, almost unreal, cloud of happiness.

A short while later, she brought out four Cantonese dishes and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese white liquor). She actually wanted to drink baijiu too? I sat there, bewildered, wanting to suggest she switch to red wine, but ultimately remained silent. She poured the liquor into two glasses, placing one in front of me and saying, "Xiaowen , let's have a toast first."

We raised our glasses together, and she said, "Xiaowen, thank you so much. Thank you again. Guangye is my most beloved child, so please don't refuse my thanks. I had to say it."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Sister Zhi, Sister Zhi." We drank it all together. After she drank it, she coughed a few times, and I quickly stood up to massage her back. I thought she must have rarely drunk this before. I said to her, "Sister Zhi, please don't drink anymore. Hong Kong people are probably not used to drinking baijiu."

After a glass of baijiu, Zhao Yazhi's face immediately flushed. She smiled, pushed me away, and waved her hand, saying, "Who says I'm from Hong Kong? Actually, I'm from the Central Plains too. What's a little baijiu? I'm happy today." As she spoke, she filled two more glasses.

I quickly said, "Then let's not drink to the top again this time. Wine is meant to be savored, isn't it?"

Zhao Yazhi still smiled brightly, "Savor it when you should savor it, drink it when you should drink it heartily. Come and try my cooking." As she spoke, she put food on my plate. I didn't know how to express my politeness and even thought about getting up. Her cooking skills were excellent; the food looked, smelled, and tasted delicious. After eating, I sincerely praised her, "Sister Zhi, you are truly a wonderful woman, both elegant in the living room and skilled in the kitchen."

Zhao Yazhi laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Because of your words, let's have another drink. This time, let's not drink heavily, just savor the wine." Since I met her, I had never heard her laugh so heartily and happily, as if all the gloom had dissipated and all worries had vanished.

She smiled and said, "I'm truly destined to be a doctor. In the TV series, Xu Xian, who married a doctor, was a physician; my first husband was a doctor; my second teacher was also a doctor; and now, you, whom I've met, are also a doctor." I was delighted; she could actually compare me to her husband.

We talked about her fans and her happy family, things she loved, so she spoke with great joy. We laughed continuously, pouring wine for each other, and before we knew it, the bottle was empty. I looked at her flushed face, her eyes slightly closed, her laughter ringing out. Her shy, intoxicated appearance was a different kind of beauty I'd never seen before, and a thought stirred within me. Today, I had no intention of seeking anything; she was simply too alluring. We eventually succumbed to the effects of the alcohol. She swayed as she rose, and I quickly helped her, guiding her step by step towards her bedroom.

Her arms were soft and warm, but even softer were her breasts. When I touched her breasts while supporting her arm, a jolt of pleasure coursed through my body. Reaching her bedside, she lay on her back with her legs propped on the floor, still smiling. Looking at her body, like a sacred statue, her figure captivating, her smile sweet, she was calling my name and speaking to me. Perhaps it was the allure of the beauty before me, or perhaps the stimulation of the alcohol, but my penis instantly hardened. She, however, lay on the bed, completely unaware of my arousal.

I was itching to pounce on her, but then I remembered how much she trusted me, how she'd invited me to her home and cooked for me herself. It seemed... emboldened by alcohol, I couldn't care less anymore. That's how fearless a drunkard

is—even if I died the next second after sleeping with her, I wouldn't regret it! The thought I'd contemplated countless times finally came to fruition! I pressed myself against her. She suddenly stopped laughing, struggling to get up, saying, "Xiaowen, what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

I gasped, "Sister Zhi, I love you so much! You're so tempting! I can't take it anymore! Give yourself to me!"

Zhao Yazhi pushed me away, saying, "Xiaowen, don't do this. You've had too much to drink, we've all had too much to drink. Let's sober up." But her body was weak and powerless after drinking, completely ineffective against my strength. Her resistance only fueled my desire. She was wearing casual clothes, thin and loose. I instantly tore open her shirt and buried my face in her breasts, kissing them passionately. Her smooth skin... I could finally kiss her with my mouth! I pulled her pants down to her calves, then stomped on them, and they fell completely to the ground.

Zhao Yazhi's voice trembled and changed: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen, wake up! What are you doing? How could you do this to me?" Her voice was always so beautiful. Hearing her anxious yet gentle cries, I felt my blood rush to my head, and I didn't care about anything else. Her cries seemed to awaken a long-dormant wildness within me. I violently tore off her clothes. Since she had changed after showering, she wasn't wearing underwear. Zhao Yazhi in front of me was left only in a narrow lace panty.

Seeing that she couldn't overcome my strength and that her cries couldn't stop me, she gave up struggling and crying out, lying there quietly, letting tears stream down her face. Seeing her cry, I slowly stopped and stood up. I couldn't bear to see her so heartbroken and in tears, like a pear blossom in spring rain, evoking pity and making it impossible to hurt her. Seeing that I had stopped, she struggled to sit up, trying to pick up her pants from the floor and put them on. As soon as she stood up, her breasts were prominently displayed in my vision. My willpower ultimately succumbed to lust, and I pounced on her again, grabbing her breasts and pushing her back down onto the bed. All feelings of pity and compassion vanished. All I wanted was to have her, to ease the pain in my penis. I just wanted to make love to her, to fulfill my long-held desire. At that moment, there were no clients or doctors, no celebrities or fans. At that moment, my only identity was that of a man, and hers was only that of a woman. My engorged penis needed the relief of her warm vagina—that was all!

She closed her eyes in despair. I greedily kissed her nipples, grabbed her breasts, and with my other hand, I groped down to her lower body, caressing her genitals through her panties. She sobbed softly. At that moment, I knew what I was doing. Guilt still lingered in my heart. With her nipple in my mouth, I mumbled, "Sister Zhi, Sister Zhi, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Please save me, save me, just this once, just this once."

Zhao Yazhi said in a tearful voice, "Xiao Wen, you did something wrong, you really did something wrong. What are you going to do now?"

I almost roared, "Then you should call out my name when you have an orgasm during masturbation. That's the right thing to do." "Huh?"

Zhao Yazhi exclaimed, "Ah!" She thought I hadn't noticed, or that even if I knew, I was too embarrassed to say it to her face. So my words completely shattered her self-esteem and broke her mental defenses. A woman's most private matters were being spoken of by a man other than her husband. She turned her head away in shame. I said, breathing heavily, "You're not wrong. It's normal to fantasize about a young man helping you to orgasm. You'll find out soon enough that I can satisfy you better than your husband. You'll feel great, great!"

She whispered, "Xiaowen, it's different. Stop." She just silently endured it. I knew I would soon turn her suffering into pleasure.

I put my hand inside her panties and started rubbing her clitoris. Zhao Yazhi squeezed my hand between her thighs for a moment, then returned to normal, trying her best to keep her expression calm. She had stopped crying, but the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were still wet.

I knew she didn't want to show her pleasure in front of me. My fingers circled around her clitoris, my tongue quickly flicking her nipples. I looked up at her face; she remained expressionless, her mouth tightly shut, only her breathing slightly faster.

I quickened my movements, still gliding around her clitoris. Her body began to writhe slightly. Suddenly, I pressed on her clitoris, and she gasped with a suppressed "Ah!" I knew it was a sound she was trying so hard to suppress. I began to rub her clitoris. Her willpower struggled against the pleasure emanating from her lower body. She kept her mouth tightly shut to prevent herself from making any more noise, but she couldn't control her body. She gently wiggled her hips, though very slightly, I could see it.

I reached down to her waist to pull off her panties, and she actually lifted her hips slightly. This small movement excited me. She was gradually accepting it; her resistance was slowly giving way to desire. She had taken off her underwear, leaving her completely exposed before me. I had seen her naked before, but never so close, within reach. Her mature woman's body was smooth and fair, possessing both the allure of a mature woman and the youthful skin of a young girl. I stood before her, my eyes fixed on her body, scrutinizing her from head to toe and from toe to head. Every inch of her skin was flawless. She was the perfect woman who haunted the dreams of countless young men—Zhao Yazhi! This worldly beauty was about to be mine to play with; I felt an indescribable excitement.

I stood there, wanting to see her reaction—would she remain lying down as before, or try to get dressed? If she did get up, I would still pounce on her. She chose to remain motionless; was she waiting for the storm to break? Was she also anticipating it? I quickly stripped off my clothes, my thick, long penis springing out. Zhao Yazhi's eyes flickered when she saw my penis, as if she wanted to look but dared not.

I bent down and lifted her entire body onto the bed, then reached out and touched her vagina; fluid was already flowing out. I whispered in her ear, "Sister Zhi, you're wet down there."

Zhao Yazhi let out a soft moan and bit her lip; she must have been embarrassed by her physical reaction. I moved down on top of her, my mouth and hands roaming over her body until my mouth reached between her legs. I gently parted her legs; she resisted slightly, trying to close them. I knelt between her legs, and they could no longer be closed. I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them apart in mid-air, completely exposing her vulva to me—something I couldn't see clearly in the video. Now, I could finally see clearly what Zhao Yazhi's vulva looked like. Zhao Yazhi is traditional and classic, and her vagina, like her, was regularly shaped, its color slightly darker than a young girl's, but without any melanin deposits on the labia majora and minora.

The pubic hair was just the right amount, evenly covering the area around her vulva. Her vagina was right there in the middle, waiting for me.

I lowered my head and kissed the base of her thighs, my hands slipping under her legs to caress her breasts. She seemed a little embarrassed, with her legs spread wide in front of me, being kissed, so she pushed my head away with her hands, the force so light it was almost like a caress. My tongue continued to lick the base of her thighs, gradually approaching her labia, but not touching them, pulling away each time it came close, thus arousing her desire. I squeezed her breasts with both hands, reluctantly leaving, then moved my hands to her vulva, parting her labia. Her small clitoris was fully exposed before me. I lightly licked it with the tip of my tongue, and she immediately shuddered. The hand that had been pushing my head away began to press down on it. I was just letting her experience the pleasure of her clitoris being licked. Then my tongue swirled around her mons pubis, combing through her pubic hair.

Having already tasted the pleasure, Zhao Yazhi certainly wanted her clitoris touched by my tongue again, so she arched her back, bringing her clitoris closer to my mouth. I moved my mouth up slightly so she still couldn't reach it. Although she still didn't make a sound, her body language betrayed her true desires. She put her feet on the bed, spread her legs wide, and raised her hips, trying to make her vulva find my mouth. I kept moving my mouth up, always kissing her mons pubis. Her hips rose higher and higher until her thighs and body formed a straight line, unable to arch any further.

I stopped kissing her, looked up at Zhao Yazhi, and said, "Sister Zhi, look at your posture now, it's really alluring."

Zhao Yazhi snapped out of her daze and realized that her raised body had strayed from its original purpose and was now seeking pleasure

. Ashamed, she buried her head in the pillow, her body falling back onto the bed. I said to her, "The body is hard to control, so why try to control it?" Then I pressed my tongue against her clitoris and licked it wildly. She cried out, clamping my head tightly between her legs and holding it with her hands. I sometimes circled my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes took it into my mouth, and occasionally kissed her labia majora and minora. Unwittingly, my tongue slipped into her vagina, and she could no longer suppress her voice, beginning to moan softly. In her dazed state, she murmured, "Xiao Wen, I... I shouldn't have... called your name that day, I was wrong."

Between licks, I said, "Why say that now? Aren't you enjoying it? Hmm? Enjoy it, tell me?"

Zhao Yazhi didn't answer, only moaning softly, her voice like a gentle, melodious chant of a poem, the most beautiful sound in the world drifting into my body, soothing every pore. My heart was melting from her moans. My mouth movements grew wilder, enveloping her entire vulva in my mouth, my tongue sweeping across it—clitoris, labia, vagina—they had no taste, but they were an unparalleled delicacy, an incomparable texture, simply because they belonged to Zhao Yazhi.

I helped Zhao Yazhi up on the bed. Drunk, she stood unsteadily. I put my head between her legs to kiss her. She looked down at me, our eyes meeting. Her mouth was wide open, as if surprised by the position. I couldn't reach her genitals, but she seemed more impatient than me, slightly parting her legs and squatting down. I looked at her face, at her eyes, and cupped her buttocks with my hands, still kissing her genitals. The intense pleasure made her body involuntarily sink, but being too close to me made it difficult for my mouth to move, reducing her pleasure. She struggled to stay upright, then slumped again. She craved the pleasure, supporting herself on her legs to maintain the position.

Later, seeing she couldn't hold on any longer, and my tongue becoming numb, I got up, picked her up, and laid her down on the bed, making her buttocks stick up towards the camera. I figured the camera was already on. She lay on the bed, her body rising and falling with her breath, seemingly filled with anxious desire. I thought that although she didn't speak, she was already conquered by lust, just too proud to ask verbally.

I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and rubbed them, the flesh moving up, down, left, and right obediently to my hands. I slapped them a few times, then rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening. She thought she would soon be penetrated, relieving her vaginal hunger, so she held her breath, waiting for that ecstatic moment of penetration. Unexpectedly, I was just rubbing there, so she began to slowly twist her buttocks and thrust them back. It was clear she wanted my penis to penetrate her vagina, but I held my penis in my hand, and no matter how she twisted, I could only occasionally insert half of the glans. Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, I pulled out. She became more and more anxious, the twisting of her buttocks became more intense, and her moans became more rapid, but she still refused to ask verbally. I longed to hear Zhao Yazhi say to me in a lewd tone, "Xiao Wen, fuck me, fuck me quickly." But she remained silent.

I continued to provoke her sense of shame: "Sister Zhi, look what you're doing now, your hips are moving so rhythmically."

Hearing this, Zhao Yazhi felt ashamed of her body's behavior, but her hip movements remained unchanged, becoming increasingly frantic. Her slender waist appeared incredibly supple, able to sway her hips in all sorts of beautiful arcs. I saw Zhao Yazhi and Huang Jinshen's wedding photo on the headboard. Huang Jinshen seemed to be watching this scene, his beautiful wife on his bed, me straddling him, his smiling face seemingly concealing anger.

I lifted Zhao Yazhi's head, making her look at the wedding photo on the bedside table: "Sister Zhi, the photos of you and your husband are very beautiful."

Hearing this, Zhao Yazhi, looking at the photo, let out a soft "Ah!" and buried her head deeply in the pillow. She couldn't face her husband's gaze, even in the photo. But I lifted her head again, grabbing her hair to prevent her from looking down. If she opened her eyes, she would meet her husband's gaze in the photo. She said in a tearful voice, "Husband... forgive me, I can't take it anymore... I really can't take this... I can't take it... don't blame me, husband..."

I deliberately said to her, "If it's not your fault, then is it my fault? Okay, I'm leaving." After saying that, I slightly withdrew my penis from her vulva. She suddenly grabbed my arm, her hips swaying even more seductively.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If it's my fault, why won't you let me leave? Then tell me, who's to blame?"

Zhao Yazhi said in a soft voice, "It's my fault."

I pressed her, "Then tell me, what's your fault?" Zhao Yazhi remained silent for a long time.

I said to her, "Then I'll say it for you. It's because you're too beautiful to attract men, it's because your body is too beautiful, it's because your hips sway so much I can't let go."

After saying that, I inserted half of my penis into her vagina, and her hips immediately swayed even more enthusiastically; she wanted the other half inserted. I half-squatted behind her, still holding her hair, forcing her to look at the photos. I said, "Sister Zhi, don't you love your husband very much? Why can't you stop when other men are inside you?"

Zhao Yazhi pleaded, "Xiaowen, please don't say that, okay? I'm such a stranger to you."

At that moment, I was completely consumed by the evil side of my nature, and cruelly said to her, "Look, your husband is watching us. Isn't it great to be fucked by me in front of your husband?"

Zhao Yazhi cried, not wanting to watch anymore, but unable to move her head, she could only close her eyes tightly. The psychological pain and physical pleasure were intertwined, leaving her at a loss. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I let go of her hair. She lowered her head, sobbing and her body trembling. I didn't want her to cry anymore; I wanted her to experience the pleasure of sex. I held her waist and inserted my penis fully into her vagina. She immediately stopped crying, her body jolted, and her head, which had been lowered, lifted up.

Her vagina was warm and moist, tightly enveloping my penis. When I inserted it, the flesh inside resisted it somewhat, and when I pulled it out, it seemed reluctant to let it leave. A wave of pleasure washed over me, making me dizzy. The sensation felt so unreal, the scene before me so unreal, yet Zhao Yazhi was truly beneath me. Was this the same glamorous, radiant star from the daytime? Admired by millions on stage, she now writhed and yielded beneath me. Life is unpredictable. I looked down at her snow-white buttocks, so full and rounded against her slender waist. Her two smooth buttocks possessed impeccable curves, and the feel of them was incomparably pleasurable. Her soft, elastic flesh made my mouth water. I couldn't help but pull out my penis and begin to frantically kiss her buttocks. The pleasure she had just experienced in her vagina vanished, leaving her anxious and helpless. Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, after leaving a few teeth marks on her snow-white buttocks, I inserted my penis back into her vagina.

She let out a long sigh, waiting for my thrusts to relieve the unbearable itch in her vagina. I, however, thrust slowly and gently, wanting to prolong this rare moment of pleasure. She, however, wanted to reach orgasm quickly and began to move her hips back and forth, speeding up the thrusts. I grabbed her hips: "Sister Zhi, don't move around, don't rush. You must know that haste makes waste."

Zhao Yazhi heard this and her movements slowed down. I understood her psychology; she wanted to reach orgasm quickly partly because of her body's urgent need, and partly because she feared that things might go wrong if she delayed. So she just wanted to finish as soon as possible. But I couldn't let her have her way. Perhaps I had cultivated for a thousand years to have the opportunity to be with her; how could I end it so easily? I wanted to savor her body slowly.

Her body movements slowed, but instead, she began to contract her vagina. Each contraction sent a surge of intense pleasure through my penis. I knew I'd ejaculate soon, so I slapped her buttocks hard:

"Sister Zhi, don't move your body, and don't move the flesh inside your vagina either, okay?"

Zhao Yazhi was as docile as a kitten. Perhaps sex is when a woman's submissive nature is most aroused. Seeing her obedient demeanor, my excitement grew even stronger. While slowly thrusting in and out, I reached out to touch her breasts. Her moans grew louder as I invaded her two most sensitive areas. I grasped her entire breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers, stretching, pressing, kneading, and rotating it. At this moment, one of her hands reached under her body to rub her clitoris. These actions looked very stimulating, and I wanted to watch, including the twisting of her hips, but I was afraid we'd reach orgasm too soon, so I stopped her.

I gripped her slender waist and increased the speed of my thrusts. Her buttocks swayed with each impact, the ripples disappearing at her waist, one after another. Looking at that rolling, tender white flesh, I felt an indescribable pride. My thrusts rippled her buttocks, and her buttocks rippled my own soul. That incredibly beautiful, alluring bottom—it seemed I would ejaculate if I looked at it again. So I grabbed her buttocks with both hands to stop the swaying. It wasn't that I was incompetent; it was just that the woman beneath me was too beautiful.

I thought our position was blocking the camera, so I wanted to turn around. I whispered to Zhao Yazhi,

"Sister Zhi, if you don't want to face your husband, turn around." Zhao Yazhi raised her head, and with my penis still inside her vagina, she knelt and slowly turned around. I followed behind her, unaware that she was facing the camera.

I wanted to record her facial expressions so I could enjoy them repeatedly later, so I pulled up her arm, lifting her upper body so her face was facing the camera. Holding her arm, I could thrust into her more violently, making her expression even more lewd and vivid. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined it was a furrowed brow and a distorted expression—my favorite expression of a mature woman during sex.

Her vagina became increasingly wet, making a gurgling, lewd sound as my penis rubbed against it. The thrusting was very smooth; the smooth vaginal walls gently caressed my glans. Zhao Yazhi pleaded, "Xiaowen, I'm so tired, I can't hold on any longer, please let me lie down."

I had also been in this position for a long time and felt tired too, so I laid her horizontally on the bed so the camera could capture our sides. She proactively lifted and spread her legs, as naturally as if we were a couple. I suddenly wondered if she would hate me, what would happen afterward. Perhaps I was a little sober now, thinking about practical issues, but I didn't dare delve into them, afraid the answers would be too terrible. So I put them all out of my mind and focused on enjoying her physical feast.

I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, then leaned over her, letting her legs rest against her chest, my entire body folded up, her hips and even her waist lifted, before thrusting my penis all the way in. This position allowed for perhaps the deepest penetration. She opened her mouth wide and let out a loud moan, a raw, unmasked sound from the depths of her soul. She finally surrendered completely to the pleasure, to my penis, pulling out completely with each withdrawal, thrusting in to the very end with each insertion. This exhilarating thrusting made us both very happy. She gripped my arm tightly, finding a sense of security in the floating pleasure.

Zhao Yazhi's tongue incessantly licked her lips; how could those tender red tongues and lips be without comfort, only able to comfort each other? I lowered her legs and put my tongue in her mouth, swirling it around. She took my tongue in her mouth as if savoring a delicious treat, swallowing and releasing it. I teased her, the frequency of my penis thrusting matching the frequency of her sucking my tongue. Every time she sucked, I thrust into her; she was fast, I was fast; she was slow, I was slow. Gradually, she discovered this pattern and, perhaps wanting to feel more comfortable, she began to swallow and release my tongue rapidly, and I thrust into her even more violently.

Suddenly, I felt myself approaching orgasm, but I didn't want to. I tried to pull my penis out of her vagina to rest and catch my breath, to prolong the intercourse. But she seemed to be approaching orgasm as well. Her legs tightly wrapped around my hips, pulling me towards her, not letting me leave. So I decided not to prolong it any longer. Just this once. I straightened up, preparing for the final, fierce thrust. I gradually accelerated, and she became increasingly disoriented, opening her mouth and moaning loudly, her head swaying from side to side. She grabbed a pillow, placed it on her head, and then threw it aside. She gripped my arms tightly with both hands, then turned to grab the sheets, crumpling them into a ball on either side of

her body. I was about to reach my final climax, the thrusting speed more intense than ever before. At this moment, she desperately clutched her breasts, her expression so distorted that she was almost unrecognizable as Zhao Yazhi, just the face of an extremely excited middle-aged woman. Her moans even surpassed my growls. I cried out, "Sister Zhi, Zhao Yazhi, I'm fucking you, are you enjoying it? I'm fucking you."

Zhao Yazhi also cried out as if she had lost consciousness, "Xiao Wen, I feel so good, you're fucking me so good... ah... it feels so good!"

In her cries, she suddenly straightened her body, opened her mouth wide, and then convulsed. Seeing that I had brought her to orgasm, I was also extremely excited. In the final high-speed sprint, a sharp pleasure pierced through my body, making my mind go blank for a moment. I ejaculated into her vagina, my body went limp and I collapsed on top of her, then slowly lay down beside her. The two of us didn't speak, only breathing heavily.

After the initial pleasure subsided, my mind gradually cleared. Unsure how to face the situation, I panicked. After what seemed like an eternity, Zhao Yazhi got up, took a tissue from the bedside table, and began wiping my penis. I was shocked and moved by her gesture, and almost burst into tears: "Sister Zhi..." I couldn't express my emotions after that. Even after all that, she didn't blame me.

Zhao Yazhi gently said, "Xiaowen, don't say anything. Maybe we were both wrong in this. Let's pretend nothing happened."

Through my teary eyes, I nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Sister Zhi, okay."

I returned to my lodgings, completely disoriented. I should have been overjoyed to have fulfilled such a lifelong wish, but panic overshadowed my joy. Instead of savoring the victory of having conquered her, I worried about the unpredictable consequences of having sex with her. Even lying in my own bed, I couldn't calm down. Was what had just happened real? Perhaps it was just my drunken, lewd fantasies, but it must be real, otherwise why would I be so flustered? I turned on my computer, and the video of what had just happened confirmed its authenticity. Watching the stimulating images, listening to my own growls and Zhao Yazhi's moans, I became excited again, casting aside all my panic. To possess the beautiful body of Zhao Yazhi was an encounter no one else could have; even death would be worth it. What was there to fear? I fell asleep contentedly, another night of erotic dreams, the heroine of which was, of course, Zhao Yazhi.

The next day, the unpleasant emotions returned. I knew alcohol couldn't numb me; once sober, I still considered many things, not only for myself but also for Zhao Yazhi. Would my rough actions harm her delicate body? Would my recklessness cast a shadow on her soul? I long to visit her at her home, or even just call her. I want to know if she's alright, if she's still angry with me. Last night, it seemed she had forgiven me. I know she'll never forget me, the third man she's been with. Through our long interactions, I can conclude that a traditional and virtuous woman like her wouldn't have an extramarital affair. Whether she blames me or still cherishes memories, she definitely won't forget me. But I don't dare contact her first. I still feel guilty about my actions, but I don't regret it. It's just that without drinking, I might not have had the courage. After all, facing Zhao Yazhi's unparalleled elegance in a sober state, I wouldn't dare to be presumptuous.

The following days were spent in longing and worry. I wanted to know how she was doing, yet I was afraid she would refuse to meet or talk to me, extinguishing all my hopes. I didn't know what to do. I only saw her recent activities online; she didn't seem to be active. That's for the best; at least I have hope, no matter the outcome. But the daily silence was truly agonizing. What should I do? I was hopelessly trapped in this contradiction.

All I could do was watch those old, passionate videos or turn on my webcam to see what she was doing.

Finally, one night, my pent-up desire became unbearable, and reason could no longer control it. It had been more than ten days since I last saw her. I didn't know how I had gotten through it. I was distracted at work, and my boss and colleagues kept reminding me to be more mindful. When I got home and lay in bed, I felt utterly hopeless and didn't want to do anything. I thought time would ease the longing, but instead, it only intensified it. If this continued, I was afraid I would break down. Only she could save me. I mustered all my courage and dialed her number, a courage no less than the courage I had when I threw myself on her.

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