Because I loved her, I became his "woman".

I watched him soaking in the bathtub, looking quite relaxed, so I put my hand in the water and gently stirred it.

After a while, he stood up, his body fully exposed before me. His chest muscles were strong, his abdomen flat despite his age, and his legs were muscular. Looking at his well-built physique, my face flushed.

I tried several times to look away, but his body was like a magnet, firmly holding my gaze, making me unable to move.

He gently tapped my shoulder. "What's wrong?" I finally snapped out of my daze. "Nothing, just thinking about something.

" My mouth suddenly seemed to have stopped working. "Help me wash my back.

" He turned around, revealing his strong back.

I gently placed my hands on his back and gently rubbed it.

When my hands touched those strong muscles, that inexplicable feeling rekindled within me, growing stronger and stronger.

He didn't notice my strangeness; he simply obediently let me wash his back.

"Why do you have so much fat on your body? Don't you exercise often?" he asked me. I snapped out of my reverie. "Yeah, I rarely exercise, and I'm a bit lazy.

" My hand was stroking a scar on his waist. "How did you get this scar?" He glanced back. "It's from when I was in the army.

During an exercise, I was accidentally hit by shrapnel from a stray bullet, and I spent a long time in the hospital.

" No wonder he has such a fit physique; the army forged him.

I removed my hand from the scar. "Was it very dangerous? It didn't endanger your life, did it?" My voice held a hint of tenderness.

"Yes, I almost died. If I hadn't been rescued in time, I wouldn't be here chatting with you now.

" He turned around, facing me directly.

He had a patch of dark hair on his chest.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I wiped his chest. "What are your thoughts on sex?" he asked, his eyes half-closed, seemingly without a purpose.

I paused, looked up at his face, and asked, "Sex!? Well, it's a difficult question to answer.

" I hesitated for a moment. "Sex is inherent between men and women, and it's a fact.

Sometimes sex is a way to spice up the relationship between husband and wife, and it's also a sublimation of their love.

" He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp.

But in an instant, he regained his composure. "Oh, is that how you see it? You're still young, unlike me, I'm old, and home no longer feels like home.

" He paused. "Sometimes, I really want to find a woman, but looking at my wife lying in the hospital bed, sigh..." Silence. I finished wiping his upper body, and when my gaze fell on his genitals, a strange heat rose within me.

Perhaps it was because I had never been so close to the genitals of another man, or perhaps it was because his penis was too large; in any case, there was no explanation.

He seemed to notice my odd behavior and said with concern, "You don't need to wipe your lower body, I can do it myself.

" I didn't say anything, just took the towel from my hand and placed it in his, then turned and left the bathroom.

I sat on the bed, aimlessly pressing the remote control, but I couldn't shake the image of his muscular body from my mind, as if it had taken root there and couldn't be erased.

That inexplicable feeling in my heart attacked my body again, making my body increasingly hot.

I don't know when, he had already come out of the bathroom. He glanced at me, who was in a daze, but didn't disturb me. Instead, he went to the bed inside, his lower body wrapped in a towel.

He lit a cigarette, obviously noticing my strange behavior. "What's wrong? Why are you spacing out?" His question pulled me back from my reverie. I turned my head and saw him lying on the bed. Even with the towel wrapped around his lower body, it couldn't hide his large genitals.

"Nothing.

I just feel a little uncomfortable,

" I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

He looked me over, got out of bed, walked to my bedside, and touched my forehead. "You don't have a cold! I was worried you'd caught a chill while rubbing my back.

Looks like you're not sick. So what's wrong?" He plopped down on the edge of my bed. "Are you still angry about what I did earlier?" I glanced at him. "No.

It's just that when I was rubbing your back, seeing your body gave me a strange feeling.

" I swallowed, "And I felt a little hot all over.

" He didn't say anything, just looked at me.

After a while, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Then, he lay down beside me, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Would you ever like a man?" His tone was serious and formal.

I glanced back at him lying on the headboard and said, "I don't know. At least until today, I never thought I would like a man.

" He scratched his head, water droplets still clinging to his hair. "Then why do you feel that way? That's a feeling a man has for a woman.

" I didn't turn around or answer, just stared at the TV screen.

"You know what? If you have that feeling, it means you like someone.

" As he spoke, he pulled the blanket over me closer, covering his body, and removed the towel from his private parts.

I didn't pay attention or say anything, just sat quietly, the only sound the hum of the air conditioner in the room.

Finally, I broke the silence, "So, do you like men or women?" A strange question popped out of my mouth, and I was surprised even after it came out.

I turned back to look at him leaning against the headboard. He seemed a little surprised, but not too shocked.

He said, “I like women, but I’m getting older, and my sexual desires aren’t as strong anymore. Maybe it’s because I’ve been suppressing them for too long, which is why I acted the way I did before.

But when you massaged me before, when your buttocks rubbed against me, I really felt a surge of desire.

” His words drifted into my ears, but strangely, they didn’t make me feel disgusted; instead, they made me feel somewhat relieved.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I turned off the TV, lay down on the bed, and said, “It’s late, go to sleep.” I snuggled under the covers.

Although the bed was soft, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He was sitting next to me with his back to me, his breathing so even.

The room was quiet; I could hear our breathing.

I lay flat on my back, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, as if something there was attracting me.

He turned over, and I glanced at him. That one glance led to many consequences.

He wasn't asleep either; his eyes were open, and we stared at each other.

"You're not asleep either?" I uttered a few words. "I thought you were already asleep.

" His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"What's wrong? Just say it, it's okay," I said.

He looked at me and murmured, "I'm feeling terrible. I've been suppressing it for so long, and I haven't had a chance to let it out. When you massaged me earlier, it aroused my desire.

" I didn't say anything, just silently looked at him. He didn't say anything either, and we just silently looked at each other.

Suddenly, I felt something moving on my leg. I knew what it was, but I didn't resist; instead, I quietly looked at his face.

He sensed my approval, and his hand stroked my thigh again, moving back and forth.

I silently closed my eyes, quietly enjoying the stimulation and pleasure he was giving me.

He suddenly pressed himself against me, his lips covering mine. Our lips met, sucking and licking. Finally, I opened my mouth, and his tongue, like a serpent, darted into mine, swirling around my tongue.

I couldn't resist any longer and offered my tongue. He sucked on it, as if he wanted to devour it.

His hands caressed my lower abdomen; the excess fat seemed to enhance its sensation. He continued to caress and kiss me, giving me a dizzying feeling.

His fingertips touched my nipples, and I let out a soft moan. His hands ruthlessly ravaged my body.

His enormous penis pressed against mine, which was clad in my underwear, causing a slight pain.

I stroked the muscles of his back, gently caressing the scars on his waist.

The tuft of hair on his chest, against my delicate breasts, gave me a prickling yet itchy sensation.

The intense embrace had caused his penis to leak fluid, which dripped onto my underwear.

I gently stroked his penis with my hand, while he sucked on my nipples, making my vagina feel itchy, the sensation growing stronger.

He didn't seem to intend to violate me, just kissing and licking me.

But his penis was unusually hard, the veins on it like snakes covering his foreskin.

Suddenly, he ripped off my panties. "No, don't do this!" I cried out urgently.

But my cries were so weak and feeble; my panties were already off my body, and I was completely exposed to a man who was both a stranger and a familiar face.

He continued licking my chest with his tongue, moving downwards, his tongue sliding over my lower abdomen and licking my penis.

"Don't do this, I don't want to..." I cried out again, but my voice betrayed my need, pitifully weak.

He lifted my thighs with his hands and licked my testicles with his tongue, turning my cries of fear into pleasure. "Oh... no.

Don't do this... We...

can't... do this..." Excitement had clouded my mind, and my cries had turned into moans, which seemed to affect him as well. His tongue finally pierced my tender, fragrant hole, and I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah. Oh... It feels so good, you're so... good... I like it so much... Oh... Oh..." I pressed his head down with my hands, hoping he would keep rubbing my fragrant hole. "Don't stop... Oh... It feels so good... I want... more..." I cried out, moaning, echoing his movements.

He lifted his head from my fragrant hole, moved his body, and came to stand in front of me.

His huge penis, like a long spear, stood erect in front of me.

Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth. It was so big and long that my small mouth couldn't hold it.

I sucked on it, moving it back and forth, while he closed his eyes and silently enjoyed it.

I teased his glans with my tongue, making him groan, "Mmm...

so good..." I quickened my mouth's movements and grabbed his penis with my hand, sucking it back and forth. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. His pent-up lust exploded in my mouth, shooting out like a flood. He also cried out in pleasure, "So good...wow! You're amazing! I never thought...your...mouth...could...suck...so...good..." His semen, with its strong fishy smell, shot into my throat, and I swallowed it without warning.

Finally, with my efforts, he completely released all the pressure he had been under for so long, lay down beside me, and pulled me into his arms. I lay on his broad shoulders, feeling a sense of happiness.

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