Mature Woman's Happiness Flower

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Chapter Thirty-TwoThe Flower of Happiness (1) During this New Year, the sky was always gray, and the climate in Wuhan was cold and damp, with no bright sunshine in sight. My heart was as listless as the weather, and I kept thinking about Ajiao, wondering how she was doing. One minute I would call her to ask how her New Year's preparations were going; the next minute I would call her to ask how her son's studies were going. This scene was just like that of a couple separated by distance. On New Year's Eve, I was busy sending text messages to the heads of the magazine to wish them a happy New Year. I also sent text messages to the young people in the editorial and reporter departments to wish them a happy holiday. Handsome men can find beautiful women, and beautiful women can have handsome men. In the afternoon, I received an email from the office director, asking me to send a text message to each author to wish them a happy Spring Festival using the unified wording stipulated by the office. The specific content can be downloaded from the attachment of the email. This is what people in the media are like, so busy. So I downloaded the attachment content, then entered it into my phone and sent it to the authors. On New Year's Eve, I had New Year's Eve dinner with my parents. The elderly watched TV, and I accompanied them. At 11:55, just as the New Year's bells were about to ring, I wrote a text message: "Happy New Year, my wife!" After thinking for a moment, I added, "May you grow more and more beautiful." Then I sent it to Ajiao. Soon after, she replied: "Happy New Year, my husband too. I miss you so much!" Yes, it seems she feels the same way, thinking of me every day. I then left the living room, went to my bedroom, closed the door, and called her, pouring out our hearts to each other. I suggested she bring our son to Wuhan for a few days. She said she would consider my suggestion. On New Year's Eve, around 8 pm, just as the New Year's Eve gala was starting, I also received a greeting from Ajuan. She said, "There's a road you'll always remember once you've walked it; there's an emotion you'll never forget once you've experienced it; there's a longing that I send you my blessings through the tapping of my fingers: Happy New Year, Brother Qiang!" So well said. However, it seems she didn't write it herself, but rather forwarded a public text message. It's still admirable that she had such a thoughtful thought. So I also wrote back to her, saying things like wishing her "happiness every day and a constant smile." On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I received a text message from l. This surprised me a bit. I wrote back to ask if he had gone home. He wrote back to say that he hadn't gone home because it was hard to buy train tickets, so he simply stayed in Shenzhen with a few classmates for the New Year. He also said that he had taken on a website construction project for a company, and he wanted to use this winter vacation to complete the website and make some money. I congratulated him on his success, to do it seriously, to do it well, and to build his personal brand image. He wrote back to say thank you, and also to send his regards to his sister-in-law. — It turns out that he hadn't forgotten Ajiao. (2) The magazine I work for stipulates that we must report to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. If it is inconvenient to travel, we cannot be late until the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. Otherwise, hehe, it will be treated as a violation of discipline. I called Lao Wang and asked him when he was leaving. He said that he had already bought a long-distance bus ticket and was going to Shenzhen by long-distance bus. He then asked with a smile, "Did you bring Ajiao home for the New Year this time?" I asked him in return, "Did you bring Amei home?" He said that Amei stayed in Shenzhen for the Spring Festival this year and didn't go anywhere. I said, "Wouldn't she be lonely spending the Spring Festival alone?" He said that someone might keep her company. I had already bought my train ticket back to Shenzhen. I called Ajiao to ask when she was returning. Ajiao said that it wasn't easy for her to come back, and she wanted to spend more time with her son at home, so she might not be able to leave until after her son's new school term started. I asked Ajiao if anyone had called her to wish her a Happy New Year during the Spring Festival. Ajiao said that Ajuan had called. I asked who else, and she said that the Northeasterner had. I asked where the Northeasterner had gone. Ajiao replied that she had asked him that too. But the Northeasterner was very mysterious and didn't want to say. He also said that if she shouldn't know something, she shouldn't ask; if she should know something, he would tell her even if she didn't ask. He also said that he called her just to tell her that he hadn't gone back to the Northeast and was spending the Spring Festival alone, and that he missed her very much. It seems that the Northeasterner still has deep feelings for Ajiao, and he is protecting her with "underworld rules." The circle Ajiao lives in is truly a melting pot of all sorts of people. Whether it was the Northeasterner, the college student, the photographer Abiao, or even the hotel boy, they were all struggling desperately. They just had different methods. So I said, "I miss her too." Ajiao laughed and asked, "Where do you miss her?" I said, "In my heart." She said, "Anything else?" I laughed and said, "My dick misses her too." Then we flirted on the phone, even kissing. Finally, her desire was probably truly aroused; she said that after I left, it would be a long time before we could see each other again, and she wanted to come see me. Two days before I left for Shenzhen, on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, she couldn't bear her longing for me and actually traveled alone from Lichuan in Enshi to Wuhan to see me. That day, I arrived at the station first, and our phones remained connected. She said she had already exited the highway… she said she had entered the city… she said she was about to enter the station! I saw the luxury bus she was on pulling into the station. I hid in a blind spot where she couldn't see me, watching the line of passengers as the doors opened. Yes, I saw her. She was wearing a little red woven hat, a Korean-style fitted trench coat, and the high-top leather boots I bought for her before the New Year. She was carrying a red suitcase. She was smiling and looking around, her eyes constantly scanning the crowd. Perhaps she was getting impatient not seeing me, she stamped her foot, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and started dialing. "Haha, I'm here!" "You little devil, you made me look everywhere!" "I saw you as soon as you got off the train." "I knew you were hiding!" As soon as I took her hand, she dropped her luggage, rushed over, hugged me tightly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me passionately. I put one arm around her waist and the other hand to support the back of her head, preventing the little red hat from falling off. I felt the surrounding passengers watching us. I felt like we were flying, the whole world spinning. "Hey, honey, people are seeing us!" I whispered. “I don’t care, I just want to hug you,” she said, snuggling close. “I’m shy,” I teased her again. When Ajiao heard this, she let go of me and burst into laughter. But the desire in our bodies had been ignited the moment we hugged. Without saying a word, I picked up her suitcase from the ground, grabbed her hand, and ran to a three-star hotel at the intersection of Jianghan Road in Hankou. (3) I had booked the room before picking her up at the station. Once inside, I turned the heating on to the maximum, then drew the curtains, turned on all the lights, and ran to the bathroom to run hot water. Ajiao had already taken off her trench coat and was only wearing a tight-fitting wool sweater, her figure graceful and beautiful. I looked at Ajiao, and she looked at me. We sat on the bed and couldn’t help but hug and kiss each other. The hot water in the bathtub was ready. We took off our clothes and soaked in the bathtub for a romantic bath. It’s so comfortable to take a hot bath in winter. I knew it wasn't easy for her to take a hot bath at home, so I let her soak properly. I let her lean against me, washing her body while teasing the two red nipples on her breasts, making her gasp and giggle. I then reached down and touched her hairy pubic area. She turned around and helped me wash. I squatted in the bathtub, letting her wash my chest and back. As we washed, her slender hand reached into my buttocks, exploring my manhood amidst the pubic hair. I felt her slender hand caressing my testicles in the foam, then stroking my glans. My penis soon became hard from her little hands. We then stood up in the hot water of the bathtub. "Look at you, making it so big, do you want it?" "Yes." "Then, open your legs." Ah Jiao obediently placed one of her legs on the edge of the bathtub, and I saw that alluring little hole, glistening with longing moisture. So I held her and inserted my penis. "Does it feel good?" I asked softly. "Yes," she said, her eyes closed, enjoying it. We hadn't been together for several days, so it felt incredibly exciting. After standing for a while, she seemed a little tired. So I lay down in the bathtub, raised my penis, and had her sit on top of me. My penis, in the warm water, was inserted back into her dark, red pussy. We then made love in the warm bath, changing positions in the most lewd way possible. A woman in her thirties, and one who had tasted all kinds of men, naturally had an unusually strong sexual desire. Because she had gone home for the New Year, Ah Jiao hadn't had sex with a man for several days. Not only was her vagina empty, but her heart was empty too, so her sexual desire was naturally even stronger. We kept having sex, woman on top, man on top, inside, inside, trying different positions, any position that allowed my penis to penetrate, any position I could think of, we tried. In the bathroom, sometimes there were soft moans of "Ah, ah," and sometimes playful cries of "Oops, it fell out!" The two thirsty people were like two separated magnetic poles struggling to come together. Her vaginal fluid and my semen, as New Year's gifts, nourished each other on our bodies. (4) After the frenzy, we lay on the bed, covered with blankets, resting, and discussed life. She seemed to be constantly looking for new opportunities. She said that she was with those men partly to make some money, and partly to find some new ways out. BecauseAmong the men who frequented her place were some business owners. She felt she could find new opportunities with them. Since meeting Ajiao, I've been discussing how to arrange her future and give her a good place to live. However, I haven't found an opportunity that suits both of us. She said she wanted to open an agricultural supply station in her hometown, collecting local specialties to sell in Shenzhen, and then transporting fertilizers and pesticides to the mountains to sell. But I hesitated. I felt her hometown didn't have a large population or much land, the agricultural supply market wasn't as big as she imagined, and her business capital was extremely limited. Actually, what I truly felt was that for Ajiao, someone who had lived in a glamorous city like Shenzhen, especially a woman who had experienced countless men, returning to that remote mountain village to live a life of poverty and loneliness wouldn't be easy, spiritually. But I didn't tell her about this. She also said she wanted to open a beauty salon, saying the beauty and skincare business was very good. She said that before the Lunar New Year, if you wanted to get a haircut, hairstyle, and beauty treatment in your hometown, you had to wait in line for half a day. The shop owners were really making a killing. I said that you need to learn professional skills and have a unique style; it's not something you can master overnight. Ajiao also sighed that she didn't have any skills and was too busy making money to learn. Unable to reach an agreement, they started talking about her son. She said her son wasn't studying hard, was unbalanced in his subjects, and loved to play. She sighed, "My son is growing up so fast. He can't wear his old clothes anymore, and he doesn't listen to me as much as he used to. It's a pity his father died early; if only he had a new father to take care of him." As she said this, she looked at me, her beautiful eyes filled with longing. "You're a good person, but you can't completely help me," she said reproachfully, her tone a complex mix of sorrow, helplessness, and a yearning for family and a normal family. But Ajiao was a sensible person. She knew that for various reasons, if she didn't change her current way of making a living, it would be difficult for her to have all of me. Therefore, she often explained to herself that as long as I respected her, associated with her, spent time with her, treated her well, and made her happy, she would be satisfied. She didn't even hope that I would marry her. This little woman was so kind-hearted. (5) The two of them hugged each other in bed and talked intimately. Time passed little by little. It was extremely cold outside, but warm as spring inside. The soft light and warm air created an exciting atmosphere. The two of them were naked and covered in thick quilts, and they were sweating. I knew that the spring night was short and fleeting. Thinking that I might not see her for about a month after I went to Shenzhen, my body began to stir and I wanted to have sex with her again. This time, I wanted to play something perverted with her. I told her my idea while touching her anus. She hesitated and said softly, "Husband, I'm afraid of pain." "Then do you love me?" I asked. "Is that even a question?" "Then I can skip playing with your ass. But you have to take my stuff back with you." "What do you mean?" "Swallow my stuff and take it home." "You naughty thing, always finding new ways to mess with me, leaving me speechless." She laughed and scolded, "Quick, stick your dick out here, let your wife serve you!" Ajiao held my dick with her hand, glanced at it, and suddenly slapped it: "You naughty dick, you're disobedient!" I immediately laughed: "Ouch. Wife, come on, give your husband a kiss first." The two then kissed. I deliberately spit my saliva into her mouth. After a while, Ajiao lowered her head, spat my saliva onto my glans, and then slowly put my dick into her little mouth. The scene was truly hilarious. So I patted her little bottom: "Come on, turn around and let your husband serve you at the same time." She understood that I wanted to play the 69 position with her, so she turned around, lay on top of me, and raised her buttocks high, revealing a section of her private area. I used my hand to open her two labia minora and saw that the pink inside was glistening with a layer of watery light under the lamp. How could the word "slutty" describe it? (6) The next morning, before she returned to her hometown from Wuhan, she still told me to renew the lease of the house from last year, so that when she came back, the two of us could still be a couple. She blinked her bright and charming eyes, looked at me, and said with great affection that she really couldn't live without me. Of course, I agreed. She then took out a set of thick thermal underwear from her travel bag, saying that she was afraid I would be cold and bought it for me. I looked at the brand: "Yi Er Shuang", which was not bad. Ajiao said that she sold three sets in total. She kept one for herself and gave one to her son and one to me. She said she had chosen this extra-large size based on my body size, and it would definitely fit me. I was very grateful that she was so thoughtful, treating me like her own family. I smiled and said, "If there's a chance, the three of us—you, your son, and I—can wear this set of underwear together, sit down, and take a family photo. Wouldn't that be great?" Ah Jiao smiled and said, "Yes, but I'm afraid we won't have that chance." After a while, she asked me again if I could tolerate her seeing other men after she went to Shenzhen. I smiled bitterly and said, "It's come to this, what's there to tolerate or not tolerate? However, selling your body is fine, but having feelings for someone else is not." She raised her small hands to hit me and laughed, "I've done all this for you, don't you believe me?" (7) Although it was almost time to break up, looking at the time, it was still early. Suddenly, she said, "Honey, you'll be gone for a long time. How about I give you something else as a keepsake?" "What is it?" "It's definitely something you want." "What is it?" "I think this is my last virginity. I'll give it to you." I immediately understood: "You mean you want me to..." Ajiao pressed her hand to my mouth, preventing me from saying that word: "I want you to take advantage of me just this once. Take my last, and only, virginity." "Really?" "You wanted it yesterday, but I wouldn't give it to you. But I thought about it last night. All the other parts of my body have been played with by men, so they're worthless. Only that part hasn't been penetrated by a man." "Go. So, I'll give you this one and only thing." "I think I've inserted my finger before." "How can that count? I've never had my penis inside." "Then, what about the Northeasterner? You didn't let him do it?" "He wanted it. I didn't let him." "Then, what about the Hong Kong photographer, Ah Biao?" "No. I only put my finger in. I didn't let him insert it either. In my heart, as long as a man's penis isn't inside, it doesn't count. This time, I'll let you insert your penis and give you my first time there." "Then it will hurt." "Since I'm giving it to you, I'm not afraid of pain. I also know you won't do anything reckless and will protect me." After a woman has sex with a man too much, her vagina becomes loose. When I have sex with Ah Jiao, I often don't feel anything after penetration. If Ah Jiao didn't try so hard to contract the muscles in her vagina every time, I would really have a hard time ejaculating in a short time due to the stimulation of thrusting. Of course, it's different if it's anal penetration. At least there it's tight and has abnormal friction. But doing this is really a kind of "bullying" for her. But she willingly let me "bully" her, which shows how deep her love for me is. I hugged her and couldn't speak for a long time. "Did you... poop today?" "I just went to the bathroom." "Then, let's put some lubricant in first, to lubricate you and dilate your anus." She nodded. I asked, "Is shower gel okay?" She laughed: "You big fool, I brought special personal lubricant and lip balm, isn't that better than shower gel?" It turned out that she had prepared in advance. This time, she came specifically for me to "sacrifice myself". It is my good fortune to have such a devoted woman in my life. (8) Her fair and smooth skin shone with a sexy glow under the light. Ah Jiao knelt on the bed, raised her round buttocks high, pressed her back down, pressed her head against the white pillow, and spread her beautiful hair on it, with a messy and decadent beauty. Her shapely, fair thighs, rounded, beautiful hips, and slender, supple waist formed a stunningly beautiful curve of body… Her legs were spread wide, revealing her mysterious paradise—her full, rounded labia majora were slightly parted, revealing a sliver of pink inside. I knelt down and used my thumbs to pry open her two weathered labia majora. As soon as the vulva opened, the labia minora inside blossomed delicately, trembling and glistening with dewdrops. Above the closed labia, a pea-sized clitoris peeked shyly from the foreskin, half-revealed and half-concealed, utterly endearing. Looking further up, not far away, was the vibrant little chrysanthemum that everyone now wanted to pluck. The wanton vulva had been entered by others, the clitoris had been touched by others, but this little chrysanthemum remained untouched. One finger was probing her vulva and clitoris, while the other caressed her purple anus. This dual stimulation helped her relax. The thumb pressed against her clitoris, while the other finger, coated with lubricant, slowly probed into the center of her anus. "Ah..." Ah Jiao sighed softly. "Does it hurt?" "No. Just a little swollen." Because the fingers weren't thick, her anus could tolerate it, but the fullness from the friction against her rectum and vagina was something she rarely experienced. He pulled out.Add a little more lubricant. Insert it again, and it feels a bit looser and more natural. A woman's body is so adaptable! While dilating her anus, I didn't forget to stimulate her desire. My thumb massaged her clitoris, occasionally sneaking into the pink fleshy opening formed by layers of fleshy buds, playfully circling around before darting out again, making her itchy. One moment it felt like she was being scratched, the next it felt like she wasn't. It felt like thousands of tiny ants were crawling and causing trouble inside her vagina. The clitoris became increasingly itchy, and more and more fluid seeped from it. Her anticipation for dealing with those tiny ants grew stronger. "So itchy..." Ah Jiao hummed comfortably. The vagina was itchy, the anus was swollen—this dual sensation brought her immense pleasure. It was time. We lay down on the bed in a side-lying rear-entry position, with Ajiao raising one leg to expose her genitals. I lay behind her, letting her leg drape around my neck, and inserted my penis from behind. This made it easier to find a suitable angle to minimize her pain. I first inserted my penis into her vagina, moving it in and out a few times to lubricate it, then pulled it out and tried to push it into her anus. While I was doing this, Ajiao used her hand to stimulate her clitoris, while I held her raised thigh with one hand and gently massaged her wanton breasts with the other. The scene was incredibly stimulating. If someone were in the room taking pictures with a camera at that moment, it would undoubtedly be the most obscene image: Ajiao's sensitive spots—breasts, clitoris, soles of her feet, and anus—were all being sexually assaulted simultaneously. My large glans began to aim at her anus and thrust in. I suddenly felt that once I entered her, she would no longer be the same person she was now. It was somewhat like the first time my penis entered a virgin's vagina, "deflowering" her. At least psychologically, the insertion of the glans into the virgin's vagina was like granting her a pass, transforming her from a virgin into a young woman. At this moment, the insertion of the glans also seemed to grant her a pass, allowing her not only to open her vagina to men but also her anus, making her even more wanton in the world of prostitution. Wow! That I was the one to complete this process was unbelievable. But, the arrow was on the bowstring, and it had to be released. The hard penis, supporting the thick glans, finally squeezed little by little into her anus, breaking through the only forbidden area on Ah Jiao's body. "Oh...husband..." a high-pitched, low moan escaped her lips. I saw tears of pain mixed with pleasure welling up in Ah Jiao's eyes—tears of happiness from the bottom of her heart? I knew I had taken another "virginity" from her; I finally understood my place and importance in her heart. Yes, she saw me as her husband. But could I psychologically bear the possibility of her even more insane and promiscuous behavior that followed? I really can't say for sure. Where will fate lead us? We don't know. All we can do is quietly wait for dawn in this happiness created by the two of us, in this sexual pleasure that drains our very lives...

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