A romantic encounter with a mature woman at a wedding

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I don't remember the exact date, but it was a cold winter night, and I remember it was snowing lightly.
That evening, I took my wife to a high school classmate's wedding. The wedding was held at a pretty nice local hotel. We arrived early and found a good spot. People kept arriving, but the two seats next to me remained empty. Finally, when almost everyone had arrived, two women around forty years old came together. They naturally sat down at the seats next to me.
I politely greeted them, but with my wife by my side, and in the dead of winter, I wasn't really thinking about anything else.
I was thirsty, so I poured myself and my wife a glass of orange juice. Turning around, I noticed the two ladies' glasses were empty, so I politely refilled them. They smiled slightly and thanked me. Both of them were quite elegant, about 1.6 meters tall, especially the one sitting next to me. She had short, neatly styled black and blonde hair, slightly curled, and wore a long, brown down jacket over black stockings and gray shorts. Under the light, her thighs, encased in tight stockings, looked long and slender.
The incident should have been over, but when the bride came on stage before the wedding, all the lights in the hotel were turned off. I accidentally spilled the orange juice, most of it on her thigh. In a panic, I grabbed some tissues to wipe her up, and in my haste, my hand touched her inner thigh, specifically that sensitive area. The woman quickly stopped me. A warm sensation washed over my hand.
My heart was instantly aroused. Damn it.
After wiping her clean, I returned to normal, smiled at my wife, and felt a little nervous, wondering if this woman was someone I could conquer.
I started testing the waters, gently touching her thigh with my own under the table. She was still watching the wedding in front of her, taking pictures with her phone, and didn't react. She probably took it as unintentional.
Then this time, I pressed my leg against hers and gently rubbed it. She glanced at me, moved her leg back slightly, said nothing, and continued taking pictures and watching the wedding.
I grew bolder and continued rubbing my leg against hers. This time, she didn't react much, continuing what she was doing, chatting and laughing with her friends. I mustered my courage and gently placed my foot on her shoe, rubbing it against hers, while also toasting her and chatting. My leg continued rubbing underneath her.
During our conversation, I learned she was a friend of my high school classmate's mother, lived in a neighborhood not far from our house, and worked in a bureau in the county—the kind of person who drinks tea and reads the newspaper. I asked her how old she was, but she didn't say.
While my wife was in the restroom, I got her phone number and we added each other on WeChat. After that, I didn't dare say much, afraid my wife would suspect something. I just touched her thigh under the table.

That was the beginning. Later, we chatted on WeChat every day, especially when we were bored at work. We chatted a lot then, and eventually we got to know each other. I learned her name was Fang (pseudonym), 38 years old, a mature woman, which suited my taste. I called her Sister Fang. Later, we chatted on WeChat about all sorts of dirty jokes, their marital relationship, her partner's figure, and so on. After we got to know each other, I went to her office a few times under the pretext of doing some business. Every time I went, my heart was pounding. She was
alone in her office. We chatted for a few minutes, and I flirted a few times, but I never dared to make a move.
Her husband was a construction boss, contracting projects outside the city. He was home a fair amount of time each year, but not a lot either. They had a son studying at university in Shanghai, who came home once a semester.
Sometimes I would watch her dance; she and her friends even chose Western Latin dance, which looked really beautiful.
Once, she sent a GIF on WeChat, a screenshot from a movie, showing a man licking a woman's vulva. She asked if she liked being licked, and she said yes. Hehe, and then things spiraled out of control. Their WeChat conversations became increasingly explicit, and sometimes she even actively seduced him. One night, she even sent him a picture of herself showering, which scared him so much he quickly deleted it. His wife sometimes checked his WeChat.
He kept asking her out on WeChat, and she kept inviting him, but he never found the right opportunity. Time passed, and spring arrived.
Finally, his efforts paid off.
One afternoon, he got off work early and was home alone, so he tried contacting Fang Jie. He knew she had taken the day off to run errands and didn't know if she was back. When he contacted her, she was home. He asked if it would be convenient to come over.
He knew her husband was in another city. Following her directions, he easily found her apartment. After knocking and entering, she looked around and immediately closed the door.
"You've got some nerve, kid!" She smacked my forehead. It was early spring, and the house was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a light blue trench coat, a black skirt, and floral cotton slippers. I was
a little excited and nervous, unsure how to start. I sat on her sofa and watched her take a Red Bull from the fridge for me. Perhaps out of shyness, she pretended to be busy. Then, looking at the curtains outside the living room, she went over and drew them closed.
She stood by the window, closed the curtains, and stood still, watching me from afar. Although we chatted happily on WeChat, I really didn't know how to start a conversation in real life. After taking a sip of Red Bull, I excitedly went over and hugged Fang Jie, saying in a flirtatious way, "Why did you draw the curtains? Hehe, look, it's all dark inside."
Fang Jie struggled a little awkwardly. After all, it was her first time having an affair, and it was at home, so she was a little reserved. I hugged her tightly and buried my face in her hair, kissing her. She slowly lifted me up in return.
We kissed by the window, kissing each other repeatedly. Her tongue wasn't very nimble; she said her husband rarely French kissed her. I sucked on her tongue, my hands slipping inside her clothes to touch her breasts.
Provoked by me, Fang Jie soon became breathless and reached for my crotch. My hand naturally slipped under her skirt, grabbing her large buttocks and kneading them vigorously.
Soon, I pulled her skirt and pants down to her knees. I had her lie on the sofa, wanting to lick her vulva—a scene I'd imagined many times.
Fang Jie said it was dirty and wouldn't let me lick it.
So, I carried her to the bedroom, intending to do it after the shower, but I couldn't wait. She was soaking wet, and I eagerly thrust inside. It was still a little tight; she said it had been over six months since she'd done it, and even the last time with her husband, it hadn't lasted long.
She said mine was big and thick, and it felt powerful, like it was going straight to her heart.
First, we played the traditional games for a while, then I had her lie face down on the bed and fucked her from behind. Her buttocks were round and white, very pretty. I held her buttocks, watching my penis go in and out of her body, very excited. She was moaning as I fucked her, not very loudly, as if she was suppressing her voice.
This time I fucked her with extra vigor, and she quickly spasmed. I hadn't ejaculated yet, so I kept fucking her, playing for more than half an hour before I finally ejaculated inside her. I was so tired that I lay on top of her for ten minutes before getting up.
After getting up, I took a shower in their bathroom. It was already a bit late when my wife called, asking why I wasn't home yet.
I felt a little guilty. Under Fang Jie's mocking gaze, I quickly got dressed, kissed Fang Jie, and left.
That night, I chatted with Fang Jie about our experiences on the toilet. She also quite liked it, finding it very exciting. We'll meet up again sometime.

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