Unexpectedly picking flowers and falling in love with a wife

Unexpectedly, I encountered a married woman.

(Word count: 3870)

These past few days, I've been suffering from an uncontrollable urge...

I'm a water meter reader. My job is to go to the top floor of each building regularly to read the water usage of each resident, then transmit the data to the water company. The water company will subtract the previous month's usage from my reading to calculate the water consumption, and then charge the users.

The focus isn't on my profession, but on the erotic incidents I often encounter during the process, which I'll share with you fellow enthusiasts. However, to be honest, many eye-catching sights, like foreigners sunbathing naked on the rooftop, or people walking around naked in the opposite building, are just things I can't really do. Just enjoy the view!

What happened last month was that I suddenly needed to urinate while reading the meter. The building didn't have a public restroom. Most people might find a secluded spot on the rooftop, but I'm too proud to do that. Besides, I've rented a rooftop apartment before and was often bothered by the stench of people urinating everywhere, so I naturally disdain doing that.

Looking around, I spotted a rooftop addition with a toilet. Thinking I might need to use it, I knocked for a while but received no answer. Looking around, I noticed the lock on the French doors seemed to be loose, so in a hurry, I gently pushed it open and went in.

After urinating and flushing, I suddenly noticed a pair of women's underwear lying nearby, stained with some fluid – clearly the product of passion – and smelling of semen. A sudden curiosity struck me: could a woman live here, still inside? I was immediately startled by my own thought. Breaking into someone's home could lead to being labeled a thief, or worse, losing my job. I figured the sound of flushing the toilet had probably woken the owner.

I tiptoed out, glancing around as I passed the living room. A bedroom door next to the bathroom was ajar, obscuring the view inside. On the living room table sat a half-eaten cake with a birthday card on it—apparently, they'd been celebrating a birthday last night. Underneath was a note that read:

"Xiao Ke: I'm sorry, I exhausted you last night. I let you sleep a little longer; your sleeping posture is so charming. I wanted to come again, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you. I'm going to be late for work; I'll call you at noon. Don't push yourself next time; too much red wine will make you drunk. Love, Yu!"

Reading the note almost made my mind race. That phrase, "so charming sleeping posture," was incredibly alluring. I really wanted to break down the door and see just how charming Xiao Ke's sleeping posture really was. But what if I woke her up and she yelled "Thief!"? That would be a huge loss.

In this situation, I only had two choices: either resist the urge to look and leave, or assess the situation first. I think nine out of ten men would look around first before making a decision. The one remaining would inevitably turn back halfway. The reason is simple: there are three recently opened and empty bottles of wine on the floor—that's why you want to stay and take a look.

Gently grasping the doorknob, I opened the door. Suddenly, my chest tightened, and my breathing became rapid. What came into view was a slender figure lying on the bed, long hair covering half of her delicate face. A thin towel covered most of her body, revealing a pink neck and half of her snow-white chest. Her long, slender, and beautifully shaped legs peeked out from under the towel.
I subconsciously glanced at the wall clock. The long hand pointed directly down, the short hand between 10 and 11. What could you do in an hour and a half? An hour and a half might not be enough, but for me, blinded by lust, it was a treasure. Whether there was enough time didn't matter; whether I could successfully achieve my goal was what mattered.

After entering her bedroom, I turned around and quietly closed the door. I glanced around curiously. On the bookshelf was a disk with a photo of the two of them. The man was average-looking, but the woman smiled happily and sweetly, leaning against her husband in a cute and endearing way. On the dressing table was a long, rectangular object. I went closer and saw it was a vibrator. It was clear the couple had been very affectionate in bed.

As I looked, my penis slowly stirred in my pants. Driven by lust and curiosity, I wanted to see her body under the towel. I wondered how much she had drunk last night. If her husband was still able to get up and go to work, she must have drunk quite a bit, unless she had a high alcohol tolerance, she was definitely drunk.

I walked to her feet, gently lifted the sheet, and peeked through a small gap. To my surprise, I found her completely naked from the waist down, seemingly without underwear. No wonder. After getting drunk and having sex, feeling satisfied and content, she would lazily fall asleep in her lover's arms—it was a very blissful thing. My ex-girlfriend used to like that.

I gently approached the bedside, gazing at her as she slept soundly. Her face was flushed, her breathing even, and her loose hair covered half her face, revealing only her upturned nose and sensual lips. Her mouth was slightly open, and there was some clear liquid on the bed at the corner of her mouth—could it be saliva from last night's oral sex?

"Xiao Ke... Xiao Ke..." I called softly twice from behind her as she lay on her side, but there was no response. "Xiao Ke... Xiao Ke..." I gently touched her bare shoulder again.

"Hmm... So sleepy... No!" I jumped back in fright, my heart pounding, almost losing my strength. She turned over, her face upward. I half-bent over, afraid she would see me. The blanket had been pulled down, revealing half of my breast, almost showing my areola, with my nipple pressing against the edge of the blanket, ready to burst out. Her face, still quite beautiful and delicate, was so innocent and naive. No wonder the sleeping woman was so peaceful and serene, natural and harmless, like a beautiful angel.

She slept soundly, even snoring softly, completely unaware that a wolf was lurking beside her, drooling and eager to pounce.

"Okay... you'd better keep sleeping," I thought to myself. The light streaming in from the window made everything in the room clearly visible. She was lying on her back, the top of the blanket revealing the upper half of her breasts, a patch of snow-white skin exposing her nipples. I imagined her body below must be even more alluring.

I couldn't resist gently pulling back the blanket to admire her closely. I had never seen such pink breasts before, perfectly sized. Her nipples were small, perched atop her jade-like breasts, pink and erect, almost translucent in the light filtering through the window—truly beautiful. If I weren't so cautious about stealing a kiss, I would have already taken them in my mouth. At that moment, my own penis began to stir, hard and throbbing.

Pulling the blanket down, I saw a slender waist, a rounded abdomen, slightly protruding in the middle, the skin smooth and elastic. Was this what a married woman's abdomen looked like? Continuing down, I saw a small tuft of short, light black pubic hair on her mons pubis and the upper part of her vulva. Because her legs were closed, I couldn't see her entire vulva.

Her husband was so careless, leaving the door open so I could take advantage of her; I was truly lucky. Just looking wasn't enough; her porcelain-white skin shone brightly in the bright room, making me want to kiss her. Her charm was irresistible, and my hand unconsciously moved to gently caress her breasts.

"Hmm... don't turn on the light, it's too bright... haven't you had enough yet? You're so annoying..."

These words startled me. Was she awake or not? While I was still hesitating whether to continue, perhaps because the light from outside was too bright, she suddenly pulled up the towel to cover her eyes. The towel, which wasn't very long to begin with, didn't cover her bare lower body, which wasn't wearing underwear, leaving her completely naked.

Perhaps mistaking her for her husband and wanting to make things easier for him, she slightly parted her legs, revealing a pair of white, bamboo-shoot-like thighs that ignited my lust. The glossy triangular pubic hair at the base of her legs shimmered, and I could vaguely see the upper part of her labia majora.

In this situation, there was no need to think about whether to continue; I lost my composure and, driven by instinct, naturally approached her vulva step by step. I quietly moved my fingers to that private area and slowly parted the hair. The slightly damp hair was still sticking to her mons pubis, a trace of lovemaking, and a salty, fishy smell wafted up.

The muddy vulva was clearly visible, the labia minora parted, probably from being fucked by her husband; the entire opening was red, and there was still vaginal fluid flowing down below. I tried to slowly insert my fingers, but my hand trembled uncontrollably. It was wet and warm inside, so comfortable.

Perhaps stimulated by the sight and scent of her private area, I felt an unbearable itch, my forehead burning hot. Fearing I'd miss my chance, I hastily pulled down my pants and got into bed. My penis, freed from its restraints, stood erect and hard. I gazed at her peaceful, sleeping face, gently parting her legs, but my penis couldn't quite find

its way to the opening. My first time stealing her kiss was naturally thrilling and nerve-wracking, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and managed to calm myself. Although the towel covered her eyes, I didn't dare be careless. Watching her body's reactions, I knelt between her legs, grasping my penis and guiding it to the warm, moist opening, slowly and gently inserting it.

"Damn…so good!" Although it was tight inside, it still had some lubrication, making it easy to thrust all the way in, even bumping against her genitals. Our genitals pressed tightly together, enveloped by the flesh inside her vagina, an indescribable pleasure maintaining this side-lying position.

I paused to savor the warm, tight sensation of her vagina enveloping my glans, then slowly began to thrust. At first, I was a little scared, but I couldn't resist anymore. I started slowly, gradually increasing the speed. Though I didn't dare thrust all the way, the sensation of penetrating her tight little hole was intoxicating. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger; I really wanted one last sprint, but I was worried about waking her. Trying to control myself only made things worse; my lower body felt almost numb and

tingling. Just as I was on the verge of ejaculation, she suddenly clamped her legs around me,
her hands gripping my waist. Because I couldn't see her expression, I didn't know if she had opened her eyes and woken up. My urge to ejaculate was abruptly cut short, sending a chill down my spine. "Quick…I want it too…quick…" she cried, her legs clamping around my lower body like a spider, her hands gripping my waist tightly as she twisted, trying to press our genitals together. Whatever, I had to play along. Now she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

I felt her climax was about to erupt, and I could vaguely feel my penis being sucked inside me, which felt incredibly uncomfortable. Even if her husband suddenly came back and found out, I couldn't stop. I had to wait until I ejaculated before letting her go.

"Slap...slap..."

"Mmm...oh...I want it..." The intense pleasure made her voice louder. The guilt of defiled a married woman, a feeling I had never experienced with my girlfriend or when I was buying sex outside, made me thrust wildly. She didn't disappoint me either, twisting her body to match me. The sounds of flesh colliding and her moans mingled together.
"Almost...coming...oh...so big...so good..." Just before I ejaculated, she arched her back, squeezed her legs together, and trembled, reaching her climax. Influenced by her movements and lewd moans, I also ejaculated my hundreds of millions of sperm without hesitation.

We hugged each other, panting, and calmed down after the passion subsided. Experienced people know that women enjoy the afterglow of sex. If I abruptly left, it would surely wake her. I dared not move. Slowly, she probably got tired, loosening her legs and letting go of my hands.

Unexpectedly, she pulled the towel off her face. I quickly looked down, thinking, "This is bad!" After a moment of no reaction, I slowly looked up. Her eyes were still closed, but her face was filled with a satisfied smile. I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at her happy smile, feeling warm and accomplished, yet also inexplicably jealous. I thought how wonderful it would be if she were my girlfriend.

Despite these thoughts, I didn't forget the danger. If this perfect stolen moment were caught, it would become a lifelong regret, a beautiful but unforgettable bad memory. I quickly and slowly withdrew from her sexy naked body, put on my clothes, and reluctantly looked at her a few more times before leaving. Just as I stepped out, the phone rang. I quickly moved aside.

"Honey...where are you? The company...well...nothing just now...I had such a wonderful dream...ugh...you've ruined my...um...come home soon..."

She peeked out, disheveled, after hanging up the phone. I crouched down in fright. She looked out again, a strange expression on her face, shook her head, and went back inside. I

only left when I heard her go into the bathroom to shower, thinking to myself, "I just ejaculated inside her, could she be pregnant with mine...I accidentally became the father of her child." ********** ...

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