Experiences with mature women

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That evening, as I rode the elevator home, I felt uneasy. Although I hadn't done anything wrong, I already felt unfaithful to my husband. I had actually agreed to a date with my ex-lover, Zhixin, which could be a dangerous beginning. Undeniably, Zhixin's maturity deeply attracted me, but continuing would definitely lead to trouble.

I opened the door and cautiously entered the living room. The room was silent; my husband hadn't returned yet. Suddenly, I was embraced from behind, startling me.

"Who is it!" I cried out.

"Wife, it's me!" Ah Guang loved this kind of thing. He was my husband; after five years of marriage, he was still as passionate as ever, holding me tightly.

Soon, his hands began to roam freely over my body. Before, I would have pushed him away, but now I strangely gave in.

"Wife, you're back so late, where did you go?" he asked with a grin, kissing my neck.

"Oh! Just finished playing mahjong!" I lied. His kisses tickled me, and his fingers caressed my breasts like a magician.

I didn't understand why I was so aroused tonight; I even felt myself getting wet. He held me tightly, kissing my ear. Ah Guang was hot and bothered. He reached into my panties, and I struggled desperately.

He impatiently pushed me onto the sofa. We had made love here before, so it was second nature to him. My heart was pounding. Under his intense caresses, I felt an overwhelming urge, the most I'd ever felt before. I don't know if it was related to my date with Zhixin. But seeing my ex-boyfriend again today definitely stirred something within me.

Of course, my husband was completely unaware of this feeling. I desperately needed it. I pulled down his pajama bottoms, threw them on the floor, and gently slipped my hand inside his underwear, stroking his pubic hair. I loved the feeling, and A-Guang seemed to enjoy it too. But then, the places I touched were completely different from before.

Before, A-Guang was always incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch would make him hard as steel. Besides, after our intimate moments, theoretically he should be erect and ready. But now he was weak and powerless, driving me to despair.

"Why, you..." I was a little surprised, and he said awkwardly, "Maybe I'm too tired today!"

I tried my best to use touch to tease, because I really need him to fill me up, but it still became less and less effective. I rubbed my flesh tightly against his thigh, and he seemed to be making an effort. Unfortunately, his face was flushed, his ears were hot, and his forehead was sweating. He couldn't lift his head no matter what.

"It's really troublesome for you to trouble me again if you can't do it." I said something my husband didn't like to hear, but I was really angry. He was so unhelpful when I wanted him most.

I pushed him away and went into the room to change clothes. He followed me in, still pestering me.

"Wife, give me some time, just a touch and I'll believe you." He touched my breasts, but I pushed him away because I was afraid he'd leave me feeling awkward and unsatisfied, which would be the worst thing.

Actually, my husband also experiences this intermittently. Usually, I just sleep through it, but tonight I feel an extreme emptiness. I really need a strong man.

I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom, filled the tub with hot water, and soaked in it to wash myself. A wave of comfort washed over me. I stroked my body, feeling a bit proud of my figure. Touching my tender breasts, I had a series of fantasies.

I fantasized about my ex-lover, Zhixin, touching me, his rough and strong hands making my whole body go weak. I unconsciously started to explore downwards, my fingers moving rhythmically. Zhixin's mature and gentle face appeared before my eyes.

He kissed me, kissing my eyes, kissing my face deeply. I couldn't help but kiss him. The sensation of our lips meeting was incredibly pleasurable. I touched his penis; it was still so strong it stirred my heart.

I remembered that before I was married, I had a relationship with Zhixin, my first love. We kissed, caressed, and embraced. So, I had touched his penis before. He was even stronger than my husband, but we were too young then to cross that line.

Later, he went to study in England, and our feelings for each other faded. After that, I met Aguang, who is now my husband, and I gave him my virginity. I never imagined that this long-awaited reunion with Zhixin would bring back so many memories, leaving me with a mix of emotions. I was a little out of control, as if Zhixin had completely entered my body. His strong member was driving me to ecstasy, and I was enjoying a strength even greater than my husband's. He thrust in at full speed, and I was close to madness.

Suddenly, a knock on the door brought me back to reality. I was still soaking in the bathtub; Zhixin's intrusion was just my fantasy. My fantasy gave me a sense of release, yet a sense of emptiness surrounded me.

My husband was anxiously knocking on the door outside.

"Honey, it's been so long, are you alright? Are you still angry?"

"I'm fine, you go to sleep." I replied curtly, afraid of arousing suspicion.

I lathered my body with shower gel, finally truly cleaning myself. I like to wash slowly. After showering, I wrapped myself in a towel and went outside. I checked on my husband in the room; he was already asleep. I lazily lay down on the sofa, watching a late-night Cantonese movie on TV.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Zhixin calling.

"Ah, why are you so late?"

"Oh! Ling, I'm sorry, you're still awake, aren't you?"

"What's up?"

"Ling, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Zhixin's voice was still full of magnetism; every word he spoke was irresistible.

"How about this? Tomorrow night at the Peninsula Hotel's coffee shop, six o'clock. I'll wait for you." Before I could decide, his words continued, "I won't disturb your sleep, goodbye."

His decisiveness was what I loved most back then. I hate men who are indecisive, and now, his simple and straightforward invitation left me with no choice but to accept. I slowly put down the phone, a wave of confusion washing over me.

If I agreed to meet him again, I would clearly have crossed a dangerous line, but could I refuse? Zhixin was my first love; his deep and tender kisses were still vivid in my memory. Yet, looking at my sleeping husband, I felt a pang of guilt.

The next day, I dressed up, feeling just as nervous as I had been when I was meeting my lover back then. How could I have such a mindset! I've been married for several years now. Do I still love Zhixin?

The taxi took me to my destination. The layout of the upscale hotel was indeed unique. The glass doors were pushed open by the doorman, and I could see Zhixin waving gently from afar. He sat in the sofa chair in the coffee room, his steady and confident demeanor still enough to captivate many girls.

I walked over, and he politely moved the chair for me.

"Have you been here long?" I asked him.

"Waiting for you! It doesn't matter how long it takes."

It seems his gentleness and thoughtfulness are indeed enough to make many girls fall for him, and there was no frivolous feeling in his words.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

The waiter came over, and he ordered two dinners.

"Ah Ling, it's been years since I've seen you, and you've become more and more beautiful. After seeing you last time, I couldn't sleep all night."

"Zhixin..." I wanted to stop him from continuing because I already had a husband, but I didn't say it.

His conversation showed that he was very knowledgeable; he could talk fluently about astronomy and geography, but he never made people feel bored. After dinner, he suggested taking a walk, and I was indifferent. We walked to the shady and romantic seaside.

We walked into our old haunts, our sweet memories flooding back. Suddenly, Zhixin gently took my hand. My heart raced; I wanted to pull away, but I didn't.

"Ah Ling, do you remember that bench over there?"

I nodded, indicating I remembered. We used to love sitting there in a secluded spot, whispering sweet nothings, embracing, kissing—all of it happened on that bench.

Now, revisiting that place brought a mix of emotions. I was married; those things could never happen again.

Zhixin's natural demeanor made me feel incredibly awkward. We sat down together, his eyes fixed on me. I lowered my head shyly.

"Ah Ling, I really regret it. I went to study in England, but I lost you."

"Zhixin, forget it, it's all in the past."

He paused, gently cupping my face in his palm, and said, "But I still love you, and I love you even more than before!" His words were simple, but they struck me like a thunderbolt. My heart pounded, and I didn't know how to respond.

I looked into his eyes, which were filled with deep affection, but I was so confused and helpless that I closed my eyes and waited. At that moment, my lips were dry and my tongue was parched, craving his touch and his kiss.

He finally kissed me, his thick, passionate lips pressing down on mine. I was so nervous that my heart was in turmoil, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

He kissed my lips, face, and ears, then kissed my lips again. I felt a wave of dizziness and my body went weak. He watched me kiss passionately under the shade of a tree, like a scene from our first love. His masculine scent still captivated me as it always had.

I couldn't resist, breathing heavily. I was moved; there was no denying that I liked Zhixin. He caressed me, my thighs, my navel, and even reached inside my clothes to touch my breasts.

A feeling of guilt suddenly made me freeze. I pushed him away and lowered my head.

"Zhixin, it's impossible. I already have a husband."

He didn't insist, sitting quietly beside me. We just sat there in the dim light, lost in thought.

Without a word, without leaving, he suddenly grabbed me and said, "Ah Ling, I understand, but I love you so much, even if it's just a one-night stand, Ah Ling! Okay?"

He hugged me again, and I couldn't help myself. We rubbed against each other, kissed passionately, and caressed each other's bodies. His thing was still hard and erect, which I grasped. I couldn't let go, and he impulsively lifted my clothes and kissed my breasts.

"Ah Ling, promise me, okay?" We couldn't suppress the desire in our hearts. The passionate caresses were especially exciting. He impulsively reached his hand under my skirt and touched my vulva.

"Ah! No! We can't!" I said, but undeniably, we both needed to. Zhixin dragged me to a taxi and headed towards the five-star hotel we'd just been to.

In the car, he was very passionate, stroking my thighs and sniffing my hair.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, he couldn't wait to kiss me. We were already rubbing against each other passionately behind the door, his hard member pressing against my lower abdomen.

He started to undress me, and I instinctively pushed him away.

"Why don't you take a shower first?"

He knew I liked cleanliness, so he nodded and began to take off his outer clothes, going into the bathroom. I sat alone on the edge of the bed, looking around at the surroundings—very high-class, luxurious, everything exuding grandeur.

Suddenly, he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel, his body still damp. He said breathlessly, "Ah Ling, I can't wait any longer, give it to me!"

I huddled closer, letting his hands roam over my body. His towel had fallen off, and he was gradually removing my clothes. Soon, we were both naked.

He held me in his arms, caressing my hands and feet like an antique. I nestled shyly into his embrace.

"Ah Ling, you're so beautiful. Look at your feet, so delicate and exquisite, like a porcelain sculpture, absolutely gorgeous!" he murmured, touching my feet, and then pulled my hand to touch his penis.

When my hand touched his thick, hard penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my vaginal lubrication increased dramatically. When his hand touched my wetness, my whole body went limp.

My cheeks burned, and I had no strength left. Ren Zhixin laid me horizontally on the bed, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and slowly inserted his thick, hard penis into my vagina.

I finally felt satisfied; what my husband couldn't satisfy me last night, Zhixin had given me completely. He began to thrust, his thrusts powerful, but because he was bigger than my husband, I felt a suffocating sensation. Zhixin, seeing the unbearable expression on my face, became even more smug. His movements quickened.

To be honest, my husband is much gentler with me than Zhixin is. But for some reason, his roughness aroused my lust even faster, and I quickly reached orgasm. When I reached the point of ecstasy, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and Zhixin ejaculated into my vagina at that moment.

Although I was completely absorbed in his pleasure, I could still feel his penis throbbing inside me many times. I estimated that he must have ejaculated a lot of semen. In this respect, he seemed to have surpassed my husband.

He lay on top of me, leaving his penis inside me without pulling it out. I also began to feel the pressure from his penis gradually decreasing, just like my husband's, where his penis would quickly shrink after ejaculation. But Zhixin seemed unwilling to leave me. After a while, he started kissing me again, touching and squeezing my breasts. I glanced at my watch; it was only eight o'clock. I was secretly pleased with this ending.

As he touched my breasts, my vagina involuntarily twitched. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts more intensely, as if discovering a new continent, and even sucked on my two sensitive nipples in turn. This time, my vagina twitched even more violently. Suddenly, I felt his penis swell up inside my vagina again.

I couldn't help but marvel; my husband only lasted once a night at most, yet Zhixin had recovered so quickly.

Zhixin started moving again. Because there was a lot of his semen inside my vagina, his thrusting made strange noises. It was quite embarrassing to hear. I whispered, "Let me wash up, okay?"

Zhixin said, "Okay, I'll carry you!"

He slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina. Then, with his strong arms, he carried me into the bathroom.

The bathtub wasn't very big, so Zhixin had me sit in his lap and washed me like a child. I'm petite, and Zhixin is tall and strong. So I felt very safe in his arms.

Actually, we were both clean, so we were just splashing around in the bathtub. I felt his hard penis pressing against my back, and I laughed, saying, "Ah-Xin, you're really something, you just came once, and you're already so hard again."

Zhi-Xin said, "Yeah! Looks like it wants to go inside you!"

"Ah-Xin, let me get up for a moment." Saying this, I stood up from his lap, turned around, and sat down again. I let Zhi-Xin's penis enter my vagina. In this position, he penetrated very deeply. I couldn't help but hook my arms around his neck to adjust the depth of penetration. This also allowed my breasts to press against his broad chest.

Zhi-Xin felt it too, and he considerately lifted my buttocks, making it easier for me to move in his lap. I tried to twist my waist and sway my hips to tease him for a while, then sat weakly in his lap. I said, "I've never done this with my husband before, this is my first time with you!"

Zhixin was very happy to hear this, and his response was countless kisses.

After playing in the bathtub for a while, Zhixin carried me to the bed and kissed me all over. He kissed my face, my breasts, my vulva—basically, every part of my body was kissed. He fondled my feet with great enthusiasm. His tongue slipped between my toes, a sensation that was indescribable.

Later, he focused his attention on my vulva again, licking the sensitive clitoris at the entrance of my vagina. He inserted his tongue into my vagina and stirred it around, even sweetly kissing my anus.

I couldn't help but ask him to have sex with me again. This time, we played around and around, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Finally, he ejaculated a large amount of semen into my body once more.

That night, Zhixin gave me a thrill and excitement I'd never experienced before. However, I didn't dare linger in the hotel. I rushed home; it wasn't even midnight yet, and my husband was already asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly went into the bathroom to shower, even washing my hair, before preparing for bed.

Unexpectedly, my husband woke up. He wanted me too, and he seemed particularly good tonight. I had no choice but to take off my pants and let him have his way. Somehow, even as my husband was penetrating me, I kept thinking about Zhixin.

My husband was very enthusiastic, and he brought me to another orgasm.

Afterwards, I had several more trysts with Zhixin until he returned to England, ending this unforgettable affair.

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