Little Husband

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I'm 38 years old, a middle-aged woman. My husband has been abroad for two years, and I
live with my daughter and in-laws.

My home is in Jinan, and I work as a dealer for Guangzhou Honda sedans. I'm very beautiful;
everyone says I'm a cool, aloof rose.

Actually, I'm quite ordinary, a typical Eastern woman.

I met him the night after the Guangzhou Auto Show this summer. He's a 27-year-old company employee.
Our first meeting was quite unusual, but I didn't pay much attention to him at that moment.

That night, I was watching a performance at the closing ceremony of the auto show when the manufacturer called me, asking me to go to the auto show's
trading center to sign a contract. It was already late, but the opportunity was rare, so I went.

After signing, we all ate together. I drank a lot that day and felt dizzy and unwell.
I left without waiting for the other friends to finish eating.

It was late at night, and a heavy rain was pouring down outside. Since I lived far away, I hailed
a taxi.

The taxi broke down not far, so I got out and walked. I walked a long way without
encountering another taxi.

The rain intensified, and I trudged through the downpour alone. Whether it was from days of travel or the effects of the alcohol,
I felt dizzy and disoriented. I leaned against the roadside railing, almost collapsing.

Occasionally, one or two cars would pass by, and I frantically waved, but none stopped.

I started vomiting, feeling my body slowly collapsing. Then a car stopped
beside , and a man got out. He helped me into the car.

On the way, he kept asking me where I lived and if I was sick. I only told him I wasn't feeling well and
asked him to take me to the hospital.

He probably took me to a hospital in Baiyun District, and he helped me into the emergency room... After that, I do
n't remember anything.

When I first opened my eyes, I saw him. He was resting on a chair next to me, asleep. He
was wearing a white shirt, and his coat was hanging by the door, with traces of my vomit on it.

The sound of me turning over woke him up. He didn't say anything, just smiled at me and said, "The doctor said you
have heatstroke. You should rest well!"

I wanted to say a few words of thanks, but I was too embarrassed.

He said it was morning, and he would go out to get me some porridge or milk, and then he left.

He didn't return for a while. Later, a doctor came; it was a woman. She brought me some porridge and
told me, "Your friend has left."

I asked the doctor to help me call the friends who came to Guangzhou with me to inform them.

I tried hard to remember and looked around, but there was nothing there. My phone and wallet were in my
bag, along with my contract. I thought I might have lost them or left them in his car! After a while,
my friend came, and I only told him I was sick, nothing else.

I thought, "So be it! It's best if I'm not hurt."

I went back to the hotel because the company was taking everyone on a three-day trip to Sanya, but I
didn't .

I stayed in the hotel for two days. On the third night, I suddenly received a call from a gentleman. I thought, "I
don't have many friends here, why would someone be looking for me?" But I still let him come up.

He was the one who took me to the hospital. It was the first time I'd really looked at him closely. He was fair-skinned, with double eyelids,
a bright and energetic expression , and always had a smile on his face. He was also very young, probably only 25 or 26 years old. He wasn't very tall, but he
was very good-looking—not exceptionally handsome, but very attractive.

We talked a lot. He told me his name was Su Rui, 27 years old, and he worked for a company in Shenzhen.
A few days ago he'd driven to Guangzhou alone on business.

The day before yesterday, he'd met me on his way back to his hotel after hanging out with friends. Later, he realized he'd left my bag in his car
. When he went to the hospital to look for me, I was already gone. He found me using my hotel room card and ID card found in my bag
.

I don't know why, but I talked to him a lot. Maybe it was out of gratitude, but I think there was something else
about him that fascinated me.

After sitting for a while, he asked me to go for a walk, and I agreed.

He drove me around the streets of Guangzhou for a long time, telling me about the scenery and local customs. He
seemed very familiar with Guangzhou; actually, Shenzhen isn't far from Guangzhou, and he had lived there before.

Later, we went to Kist Bar. The lighting and music there were great. Because I
wasn't feeling well and hadn't fully recovered, I only had some juice.

I don't know if it was his smile or his charm that made me like him, but I found myself talking
a lot that day. We talked about everything from career, love, family, and marriage to ideals, the future, and society… so much more.

Later, he told me that he was a netizen, just like me.

We exchanged QQ numbers, and coincidentally, the first four digits of his number were my birthday.

It was past 1 a.m. when he took me back to the hotel. He told me he had to leave and took my
bag out of the car, asking me to check if I had lost anything. My intuition told me nothing was missing.

In that moment before we parted, I felt as if I would lose him forever. He was a very good man
, and I had no other intentions; I just wanted to keep him there for a little while, even if it was just a minute.

I don't know why I was so bold as to invite him upstairs to sit for a while longer. He agreed, and under the
mocking , we went into the elevator.

When we arrived at my room, I don't know why I didn't turn off the light.

In the darkness, he took my hand and led me step by step to the window. I longed for him to hug me and caress
me, but he didn't. He simply held me close and whispered in my ear, "You know what? You're a wonderful
woman. You have your own world, and I can't intrude.

You're happy and beautiful, and I don't want to hurt you, even though I like you a lot and want to be with you
. I'm feeling impulsive right now."

I rested my head on his shoulder, hinting to him, hinting that he should do what he wanted.

I could feel him trembling; I could feel his erection throbbing, inching against my
lower back, seemingly pressing against me through my skirt.

But he didn't. I heard him sigh.

Suddenly he scooped me up, placed me on the edge of the bed, took off my shoes, and slipped his hand under my skirt
… The moment I'd been waiting for had arrived, but he abruptly withdrew, simply saying, “You should rest! Don’t overexert yourself.”
"I left."

I closed my eyes and listened to him close the door, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor… I admired him,
a man of great rationality and willpower, and felt a pang of loss for myself.

A while later, my phone rang. I knew it was him. He told me he
cared about but didn't want to ruin everything for me because we were both adults, and games of the heart
shouldn't be played.

He cried because he had fallen for me.

I asked him to spend another day with me the next day, if that was okay. He agreed.

Hanging up, I cried too. That's how life is; things we encounter unexpectedly may become things
we wish I didn't go back with my colleagues in Jinan; I made an excuse that I had something to do.

I waited until ten o'clock before he called. He told me to come downstairs, that he would pick me up.

He took me to… We played at the beach until after 3 pm. He was worried I was too tired, so he took me
to his place to rest.

We both took showers at his hotel. Since I had already checked out of my room and had all my belongings
with me , I quickly changed my clothes. He had also showered and changed, looking even more manly.

We listened to music and went online on his laptop in his room.

We looked at pornographic websites . Everyone was excited. He hugged me from behind, his hands moving from my back to
my chest , cupping and kneading my full, round breasts. Then he leaned in and kissed my neck, earlobes, and lips,
and I responded.

His hands caressed my body, gradually moving down and gently placing them under my skirt. My
mind was in turmoil; a surge of happiness made me moan unconsciously.

He said, "Sis, does it feel good?"

"It feels amazing! You're so good." "

I said, leaning weakly against him, letting him do as he pleased.

He took off my stockings, stroking my thighs back and forth, then touching my
wet genitals, caressing my clitoris.

He smiled at me, inserting his fingers into my wet vagina. My face flushed instantly, and I shyly pulled his hand out
. I felt my genitals were wet and hot, the pubic hair on both sides of my labia
covered in vaginal fluid, which had soaked his sheets with the fluid flowing from his hand.

It felt so good to be touched by a man who knew love; my pussy hadn't been fucked in so long.

I asked him to close the curtains, turn off the computer, and shut down..." In the darkness, we undressed, he
hugged me, kissed me… Suddenly he turned off the light, and I saw him completely naked, half-lying beside me,
his strong, powerful penis so large! It stood erect between his legs.

At that moment, a powerful sexual desire surged through my body like an electric current.
What did it feel like to make love with a younger man? He reached out and touched my full breasts, and I fell into his arms
. We leaned against each other.

He touched and kissed me, then suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me up, and placed me on the bed. I shyly slapped
him.

He then got on the bed and held me tightly . He held me down, kissing my breasts, genitals, and entire body passionately,
admiring my full vulva and dense pubic hair.

Seeing him caress my vagina with one hand, moving in and out, I felt incredibly good, itchy, and aroused;
I couldn't control myself.

We rested for a while, then he suddenly got up, pinning me down, kneading my
breasts forcefully with both hands, pinching my nipples hard several times. Due to the sexual urges, I
couldn't control the intense stimulation and kept thrusting my hips.

He then groped my buttocks, and I felt his hand reach down to my vulva… He parted my labia with his fingers, inserting two
fingers into my vagina simultaneously. His other hand was constantly kneading, pinching, and rubbing my breasts… My
sexual desire surged, my vagina felt uncomfortably hot, and my juices flowed out in gushes.

He knelt between my thighs, using two fingers of his other hand to part my labia minora, his large
glans rubbing and lubricating against the entrance of my vagina… Then, he thrust his hips forward with

a sudden "plop," and his glans, wet with my juices, squeezed into my vagina.

I moaned continuously, and he smiled at me, kissing me; this wonderful sensation was incredibly pleasurable.

His penis began to rhythmically thrust in and out of my vagina, and the dreamlike sensation
grew , becoming increasingly pleasurable.

Ah, so beautiful! I never imagined I would so easily give myself to a boy so much younger than me.

It's so good to have a man fuck me! He moved up and down on top of me,

panting heavily, the deeper he went, the more pleasurable it felt, the faster he stirred, the more wonderful it felt… Time
passed, and I moaned softly in pleasure: “Oh… I can’t help it… Ouch… Hmm…
Mmm… Gently… It’s so beautiful…”

My vagina was so full I couldn’t bear it, but the more he saw this, the harder he thrust, the faster he pulled, his
penis pumping rapidly inside me.

Then, after a few more powerful thrusts, he asked, “Can I ejaculate inside?”

I said, “Yes.” "

I felt streams of hot liquid shooting out of my vagina, hitting the vaginal walls.

He said, 'I came, inside your vagina, does it feel good?'

I laughed.

We lay there for a long time, about twenty minutes, then he started kissing my vaginal opening again, his tongue swirling around inside
, kissing my vagina and sucking my nipples.

After his sucking, licking, and manipulating, my desire gradually increased, and my vagina opened and closed, contracting and relaxing.

He told me to lie on top of him, and I did as he said. He then spread my buttocks and
aimed his hard penis at my vaginal opening, thrusting it in forcefully.

This position made it difficult to get in, so I put one hand behind my back and helped him squeeze his penis in.

I was excited..." I kissed his lips passionately, and he sucked on my outstretched tongue, drawing out my saliva.
The taste of his semen filled our bodies and mouths.

His penis began to throb, his buttocks rhythmically thrusting upwards. The pleasure of intercourse spread throughout my body,
and I couldn't hold back any longer, so I vigorously moved my hips. An indescribable sensation transported me to a blissful paradise.

I had never felt anything like this in all the years I had been married to my husband. I didn't know how to describe or express
this joyful and excited feeling.

I don't know if it was because it was my first time having sex with a man other than my husband, or because he was young and particularly good, but I liked it when he
fucked me.

We held each other, releasing our sexual desires. My vaginal fluids flowed continuously, matting our
pubic hair together, a messy, tangled mass of black hair that was indistinguishable from
his.

I waited intently, completely absorbed in the pleasure. Then, his penis quickly hardened, thickened, and lengthened. I felt
his semen spray onto my vaginal walls in spurts. At that moment, we were both exhausted, immersed in a blissful state.

Our intercourse lasted quite a while, and I felt an indescribable pleasure in my vagina. This time, we
held each other and played until evening.

The next day, he took me hiking again, and we spent the whole day on the mountain.

Amidst laughter and chatter, darkness gradually fell. On the way back, we held hands the whole way
, and he even kissed me occasionally.

Halfway down the hill, we were both a little tired. Taking advantage of the fading light, he led me to
a rock in the nearby woods to sit down. We sat for a short while before continuing our descent.

By the time we reached the bottom, it was completely dark. He slowly turned off the car doors, and for a moment, we couldn't find anything to talk about,
so we drove on in silence.

I looked at him, and he turned to look at me. He then pulled the car to a secluded spot.

After getting off the car, I followed him out. He hugged me again, his arms around my waist, stroking my back,
gradually moving to my buttocks. His hands quickly removed my shirt and shorts, leaving me only in my
underwear.

He sucked on my pink nipple, gently nibbling at it with his teeth, his hands
caressing my flat, white abdomen.

The exposed nipples and body were intensely stimulated, and waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. My
genitals seemed full, my plump, rounded thighs glistened, and my slender calves were firm and straight.

He removed my last piece of underwear, and at the same time, stripped off his own clothes, his 16-centimeter-
long, thick penis pressing against my lower abdomen.

Under his skillful tongue, I immediately felt a tingling sensation in my lower body. My consciousness gradually
blurred , and I felt wetness in my genitals.

He lifted his head and played with my tender petals with his fingers. The hazy feeling I had just experienced seemed to become
real all at once. The sensations in my body were so shameful, yet so real.

At this moment, he inserted his fingers into my vagina. The wet and soft walls of my vagina immediately
enveloped , one, two... Oh my god! He put his whole hand in. My vagina was stretched so wide by his hand that it felt like it was about to tear open. He could actually
fit a hand in there! In the heat of the moment, he began to thrust slowly, asking me as he did so, "
How does masturbation feel? You must do it often at home, right?"

"No... um... yes... oh... be gentle..."

My beautiful body was enveloped in pain and shame, but the tingling sensations made me involuntarily
squeeze my legs together, desperately trying to suppress the sensations within me.

Finally, I felt pleasure, and I moaned softly, a faint but soul-stirring sound.

He sucked tightly on my pink areola, circling it with his tongue, and my body writhed uncontrollably.

He suddenly pulled me into the carriage, kneeling down beside me. He lifted one of my legs and hoisted it onto his shoulder
, while his other hand grasped his hard, throbbing penis and rubbed it against my already wet clitoris. I suppressed the urge to
scream and closed my eyes.

His glans first gently rubbed around my vaginal opening, then suddenly thrust forward, and in an instant, his hot
penis was deeply inside my wet vagina.

As I felt his thick, young penis begin to move in and out of my closed labia
, I tightly closed my eyes, and even my breath seemed to stop.

His skillful sexual techniques made me feel as if each thrust was surging through my heart,
throwing the heavens. Every cell in my body throbbed with the rhythm of his thrusts. I moaned wantonly
, no longer caring about my own position.

Although his thrusting speed was slow, each back and forth movement, the "
plop, plop"

sound of flesh squeezing deep inside me, made me moan uncontrollably.

He changed positions in the car, and with each change, I cried out excitedly, "So exciting! So exciting
!" After three or four hundred thrusts, his speed gradually increased, the pleasurable squeezing intensified, and he
continued to penetrate my body. My wanton body had reached a point of no return, rapidly moving my
buttocks, experiencing unprecedented pleasure.

My upper body arched back, my messy long hair obscuring my face, and I ecstatically swayed my hips to match
the thrusts of his penis, simultaneously pushing my full breasts towards his hands.

After frantically stroking and shaking for a while, I was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. My hands
tightly , and my vaginal muscles contracted strongly, gripping his penis tightly.

Squeezed by the spasms of my vagina, his penis also spasmed uncontrollably. As an
indescribable pleasure surged into my brain, his semen gushed out in spurts, shooting deep into the depths of my cavity.

The sensation of being forcefully ejaculated with hot semen immediately sent me to a climax of pleasure. My uterus contracted strongly in waves
, and an intoxicating pleasure surged through my entire body.

I gripped his back tightly with both hands, my legs raised high and tightly wrapped around his waist. A thick stream of hot
love juice gushed from my cervix, splashing onto his glans… I climaxed! I love you! My dear little husband.

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