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I had sex with my aunt's friend. 

I just want to record my interesting and meaningful sexual experiences and discuss and exchange them with people who share the same interests.
I met her eight years ago. Her surname is Zhou, and I usually call her Aunt Zhou. Later, when we were alone together, I called her Big Squinty (and sometimes I called her a slut, which she liked). At the time, she was a forty-year-old woman who had been married for sixteen years. As a woman, her appearance may have passed its prime, but she was still beautiful.
Although she wasn't slender and had a tiny waist, she was definitely voluptuous and mature. Aunt Zhou was my aunt's classmate, and her husband was an art teacher at a teachers' college. The two of them were very good friends with my uncle and aunt. They had a fourteen-year-old girl who was three years older than my cousin.
My uncle's house is big, and when I did my university internship, the newspaper office where I interned was very close to their house. Besides, renting a place in Beijing is too expensive, so I stayed at my uncle's house. In September, my uncle and aunt had the opportunity to go to Germany for a month, but my cousin had to go to school and couldn't go. I wasn't comfortable taking care of him alone, so my aunt asked Aunt Zhou to come over from time to time (the two houses aren't too far apart, about a 15-minute taxi ride) to look after my cousin, and also to help me out.
Aunt Zhou got off work early, around 2 PM. Every day after get off work, she would come to our place first, arrange dinner and breakfast/lunch for the next day, tidy up the house, and then rush home to cook. I felt she was so kind; she could have come every two days. At that time, I didn't have to work regular hours at the newspaper, so I was often at home writing articles and sometimes helping Aunt Zhou with chores. Frankly speaking, I'm quite interested in mature middle-aged women. During my senior year of college, I even had a sexual relationship with a middle school teacher from my hometown (around 37 or 38 years old), and I'm also a huge fan of pornography.
September in Beijing is the hottest time of year. Aunt Zhou was wearing business attire, not overtly seductive, but possessing a different kind of sexiness. Her white shirt was slightly see-through, revealing glimpses of her large bra; sometimes, damp with sweat, it made her even more alluring. Her dark blue skirt hugged her round buttocks, and her stockings were flesh-colored. One time, when Aunt Zhou went up to her bedroom on the second floor, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her black panties from below—tightly, somewhat like the thongs I'd seen in pornographic films. From the very first glimpse of those black panties that night, I masturbated, fantasizing about Aunt Zhou as my sexual object.
I'm conflicted. I feel guilty. Aunt Zhou is my aunt's good friend; how could I have inappropriate thoughts about her? I've never felt this way, not even when I had sex with my teacher. The more conflicted I am, the stronger my feelings for Aunt Zhou become. Looking at her every day, I find it hard to look away. Every time Aunt Zhou sees me looking at her, she just smiles gently—it's so captivating.
I thought I should seduce her. It had been over a week, and my uncle had only given me a little over three weeks. Early that morning, I went back to school and took out some pornographic films I considered top-tier from the box where I kept CDs. There were films about beauties and beasts, rape and abuse, and incest. I put the films next to the computer. Aunt Zhou always tidied my desk after coming over each day, and I wanted to see her reaction. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I went out and hid at the other side of the stairs. I was extremely uneasy. If Aunt Zhou was some kind of otherworldly "Queen Mother of the West," I'd be in big trouble. How would I face her afterward? If she told me my uncle said I watched porn, I'd be embarrassed. I regretted it a little, feeling something was wrong. While I was still pondering this, Aunt Zhou...
Upstairs, through the crack in the other door, I saw Aunt Zhou's two large breasts bobbing up and down, surging like waves. They weren't the biggest breasts I'd ever seen, but they were definitely the biggest among the people I knew. The thought of possessing those breasts made me decide to take a risky gamble.
An hour passed, and I figured Aunt Zhou had definitely seen the plates by now, so I knocked on the door twice.
"You're back," Aunt Zhou said, opening the door for me. Nothing seemed amiss; Aunt Zhou smiled as usual.
My heart tightened instantly. I nodded and quickly slipped into my room. The discs next to the computer had clearly been tampered with. I marked them. Before I could even think of what to do, Aunt Zhou followed me into the room. "Where did these discs come from?" she asked, picking up the discs. "Th-those are my classmate's," I said, my face burning.
"Is it good?" Aunt Zhou asked me while turning on the CD.
Good heavens, I'm going to faint! Isn't this just teasing me? I've had quite a few sexual experiences. Although I wouldn't call myself an expert, I did have a "friendship" with my junior high school teacher who was more than ten years older than me a year ago.
I sat down in the chair in front of the computer. "It's good. Have you seen it before?" "So young, and so naughty. I've never seen such a lewd film," Aunt Zhou said, pointing to the clearly visible female genitalia on the printed paper wrapped around the CD. Her voice was clearly becoming lewd. I knew I had succeeded. I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap. I lowered my head and nibbled on her breasts through her clothes. My head was almost completely buried in her big, soft breasts.
We didn't watch any movies that day; we didn't have time. My cousin gets home promptly at 5:10 every day, and we're dressed by 5:00 sharp. Although neither of us wanted to, we had no choice, but we had a very enjoyable time together for over an hour. I gave her a nickname, "Big Slimming," because her large, soft breasts felt different to the touch than firm breasts when played with and kneaded—it was quite unique. Big Slimming was pretty good at oral sex; now, I'd say she's in the top three of all my sex partners.
That time, when I was almost finished, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and quickly put it into her mouth. She took it in very deep, greedily sucking, swallowing all the fluid I had released. After that, she frantically licked my penis and my anus, and even used her tongue to forcefully probe into my anus. To be honest, that was the first time someone had licked my anus and probed into my anus with their tongue. I realized then that it felt very comfortable and satisfying.
My second brother quickly stood up again, looked up at me with his big, squinty eyes, and said, "How about we come from behind? I've never tried coming from behind before, have you?"
"Okay, I can help you enjoy this pleasure."
Unfortunately, perhaps because it was her first time, she was too nervous. Her anus was tightly closed, and without any lubrication, I could barely insert a little bit before she couldn't take it. Since she became my partner, I had to find a way to give her the pleasure she wanted. I slowly inserted and removed my fingers, and she groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure with each movement. The second time we made love, it was successful (actually, it was the very next day).
She was a virtuous woman, capable both at home and outside, and also a seductive one; she often posed nude for her husband. She later told me that although her husband was an artist and a good person, he wasn't a womanizer at all. His sexual prowess was average, and he didn't offer any new tricks. At forty, a woman's charm is at its peak, and her sexual desire is also at its highest. But her charm and seductiveness couldn't be reciprocated by her husband? She was merely his art piece. The phrase she repeated most often during sex with me later was: "Just fuck me to death, okay?"
For the next two weeks or so, we had sex whenever we had the chance, watched porn together, and tried many positions. We were very compatible. One day, we were having sex on the sofa in the living room when her husband called from work. I answered the phone, feeling a little nervous. After we greeted each other, I handed the phone to Da Mimi. Her husband said he was going out to run some errands and would be passing by his uncle's house, so he would come up to pick her up. After hanging up, we continued having sex for another half hour.
When her husband arrived, we were both dressed neatly, one busy in the kitchen and the other tidying the coffee table. Her husband and I even chatted about art for a while. The next day, I asked Da Mimi, "Am I being bad? Aren't we being unfair to Teacher Ma?" Da Mimi stroked my penis and said, "Let's not think like that. We're just seeking pleasure. Our relationship won't affect my feelings for Lao Ma, nor will it affect my family or my daughter. We're just looking for good partners for sexual pleasure. Outside of sex, I'm still your Aunt Zhou."
Absolutely true, she could be considered my mentor in sexual matters. We were particularly wild that day; she felt that our creative sadomasochistic acts brought her endless orgasms.
My uncle and aunt came back from abroad. The six of them, along with me, ate at the restaurant downstairs. My aunt told my cousin and me to thank Aunt Zhou and their family properly, and to never forget their kindness. I nodded in agreement. Teacher Ma also asked me to visit them more often and help his daughter with her essays.
In the time that followed, Da Mimi and I used different relationships in different places. We enjoyed all sorts of sex at my uncle's house, later at my house, at her house, in a couples' box at the movie theater, at a hotel, at her office (she had a small, separate office), and once even in a restroom on a train.
We never interfered with each other's lives or other sexual activities. Later, she even asked me to invite my other sexual partners to join her. I did once, but we didn't coordinate very well and were a bit reserved. Later, she brought a female colleague in her thirties to join us four or five times. After that, the woman, who was also quite skilled, moved to a small city in the south with her husband and we lost contact.
For the first two or three years, we would meet up once or twice a month. Later, her husband retired early, and I think she probably needed to spend more time with him. Also, with age, her libido was declining, and I could clearly feel these physiological changes in her. We only met occasionally when we were both interested. I remember our last meeting was about two years ago at her house.
Like my uncle's family, Aunt Zhou's family and I often visited each other, but no one knew about our relationship. We were just sex enthusiasts; we only needed to enjoy ourselves and bring each other pleasure. One particularly thrilling moment of pleasure occurred about six months into our relationship. At her house, with her mother-in-law, daughter, and my cousin all present, we made love on and off in the kitchen for over an hour. I've written quite a bit today; I'll tell you more in the next post.
I've always viewed sex primarily as a supplement to life. Sex is sex, just like friends who like to play golf together, or friends who like to drink together.

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