The mutual guidance between me and the mature woman upstairs

After hastily eating a quick bite on the street around noon, I hurried to the new house to wait for her. I wondered if, as I suspected, she would come to see me. Having a child is a top priority for my family. My girlfriend and I scoured almost half the city, looking at dozens of properties. Finally, we found a small apartment near the city center, with convenient transportation and a beautiful environment, offering excellent value for money.
After shelling out 700,000 yuan, we received a contract, which meant we now had our own 100 square meters of land in this metropolis, even though it was a tiny apartment—on the third floor, practically off the ground.
During those days, my girlfriend went to see the apartment almost every day, beaming with joy and satisfaction, every pore of her body seemingly radiating the happiness of success. But at night, she would open the empty drawer of her wardrobe, take out a savings book with only a few cents left, and feel heartache, depression, and sighs—all the negative emotions would surface.
That's women for you. I always say she has the typical white-collar personality: fickle, never satisfied, and full of resentment.
The little vixen's loud moans stimulated me to thrust harder, watching my penis against her... He thrust in and out of her pink, fleshy opening, each stroke turning her labia inside out and drawing out a lot of her juices, accompanied by "squirting" and "splashing" sounds. I couldn't help but hug her slender waist tightly, pulling her towards me forcefully, our genitals colliding with a "slapping" sound.
There was no way around it; life had to go on, and the house still needed decorating. So, on a sunny summer Sunday, not too hot, we started browsing building materials markets, interior decoration markets, and lighting markets. My girlfriend took out a small notebook and started asking about product quality, price, warranty period, and so on. The notebook was filled with the prices, origins, and shipping costs of every board, nail, and brick. She said, "We've already spent a lot of money, now we should save on the small things." During the house renovation, my girlfriend was busy running around, worrying about everything, which was quite frustrating. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, but she resolutely rejected my involvement and wouldn't listen to my opinions at all. However, I didn't care; buying a house was just to make my girlfriend happy. Let her pretend however she wants; it'll save me the trouble.
During those days, my girlfriend only assigned me one task: to supervise the construction at the new house. She was worried the migrant workers wouldn't cheat us and waste materials. But when I went, my girlfriend wouldn't let me go again. She told me to stay away from the new house under renovation and to go after I moved. I was completely confused and didn't know what was going on. I asked her, but she wouldn't explain. The more I asked, the less she'd respond. Later, seeing how tired she was, I said I'd go and oversee it myself; it's such a big project. My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "How can I be at ease letting you go? What's there to be uneasy about? You think you're so capable? You don't trust me at all; I'm very unhappy." Seeing my displeasure, she softened her tone and said, "It's not that I'm uneasy about you, it's that I'm uneasy about that little vixen upstairs. Haven't you seen her come to our house so many times a day?" I found it funny that this was what my girlfriend was after. I told her, "I don't know her at all, the first floor..." Grandpa Zhang said she lives alone, which isn't easy for her. She came to our house to check on the renovations, sometimes offering advice, bringing water, etc. She meant well. I appreciate her kindness, but I'm afraid you'll be bewitched. Didn't you see the way that vixen looked at you, the tone of your voice, and the clothes she wore—tsk tsk, so revealing! The moment she arrived, everyone was stunned, even that migrant worker's eyes were wide open.
I really admire my girlfriend's observation skills; when that vixen went there… I only remember seeing my girlfriend once or twice, but she quickly saw through the potential problems at work. To be honest, that little vixen was very alluring; her voice was sweet and coquettish, her eyes were watery, and she had a full bust—the kind of woman that would make any man's heart flutter at first sight. Talking to her, I actually felt a bit nervous.
A month later, the house renovation was finished... I said, "You're so deep." Mentioning my girlfriend, I really had a strong urge to penetrate her, so I thrust in hard and deep.
Even this simple task, she still wouldn't let me do. I understand; my girlfriend understands me very well because I'd been a "womanizer" before, and she was afraid I'd relapse.
One evening at dinner, my girlfriend told me she was going to another city for training on a new business, for half a month. She also told me to remember to ventilate the new building. I nodded in agreement. Later, my girlfriend's tone suddenly became stern, and she said to me harshly: "You can't stay there for long. Open the window and leave quickly, understand? If I find out you're involved with that little vixen, don't blame me for being unserious." Thinking of that little vixen, I felt itchy and had a strange impulse. I wondered if I'd have a chance to get involved with her while she was gone for half a month? However, I didn't show it on my face, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I'm a standard stay-at-home dad. I have no interest in other women. My mind is all on you, don't you know that? Don't you think about yesterday..." "How beautiful you are tonight? If I had other intentions, would I be so responsible towards you?"
Hearing this, my girlfriend blushed slightly and scolded me: "Don't be so frivolous, this is just to give you a heads-up, you know that's good. By the way, my flight is tonight, my company is sending a car to pick me up." "Oh? Leaving tonight? Then we need to hurry." Saying this, I put down my chopsticks, grabbed my girlfriend, and dragged her towards the bedroom. My girlfriend half-heartedly resisted, saying: "What are you doing?
Is it really necessary? I've never seen anyone like you." I was quick and efficient; while she was speaking, I had already unbuttoned her thin business suit... My friend left, and I felt a moment of relief, but a strong desire also stirred within me. What was it? A clear thought crossed my mind: it was the alluring figure and seductive voice of that little vixen.
So, the next day, I arrived at the new house early, probably around six o'clock. After opening all the windows, I went behind the door, intentionally leaving a crack in the security door wide enough to see inside. Then I sat on the only chair and smoked. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps outside. My nerves tightened, and I stared intently outside. Soon, I saw a man through the crack in the door. I felt disappointed and continued smoking in silence.
After a while, I heard footsteps again, this time louder, clearly indicating it was a woman coming downstairs, because the sound of her high heels was crisp.
Sure enough, the sound stopped outside my door, and then through the crack in the door, I saw a woman's alluring face—it was that little vixen from upstairs.
She smiled at me and asked, "Brother, what brings you here so early?" My heart started pounding wildly. I quickly stood up, went to the door, and said, "Hello, come on in..." Please come in.
She grumbled, saying she was too late, why didn't she buy a house a year ago? She complained, saying how could a grown man like me be so clueless, so brainless, causing our family to lose ten years' worth of hard-earned money to a real estate company overnight. She was angry, saying that those who build houses are really ruthless, selling tiny places for thousands of dollars per square meter.
I'm just here to open the window for some fresh air. After saying that, I opened the door.
The little vixen swayed her sexy waist and slipped into my house, then asked with a flirtatious smile: Isn't it usually your girlfriend who opens the door? Why is it you today? Oh, well, she had something come up today. I stared blankly at her tight-fitting t-shirt, imagining Lang Lingqing's two mountains.
By the way, big brother, I still don't know your name after all this time? She went into the inner room to look at my bedroom renovation. My name is Guangwei. I followed behind her, hurriedly replying. Oh, then I'll call you Brother Wei. The little vixen and the beginning of the conversation chuckled. You can just call me Xiao Liu. She said with a grin.
After chatting for a while, she said: No, I have to go now, my friends invited me to go shopping. Saying that, she walked out of the master bedroom. At that moment, I happened to be standing in the doorway, so I consciously shifted my body slightly to make room for one person to pass through.
She had to sidestep to get through that narrow gap. Just as I expected, as she came out of the bedroom, she faced me, puffed out her chest, and said, "We'll talk later." I clearly felt a "bombardment" from her chest, because her two small, mountain-like breasts quickly brushed against me.
Let me tell you, your girlfriend didn't go to some training program; she went on a trip abroad with my ex-boyfriend.
I was both excited and excited, and quickly said to her, "Okay, see you in a bit. I don't have much to do today, I can stay here a while." I hinted to her. "Oh? Then clean the windows, get some work done." After saying that, she gave me a sly smile and walked out.
I started to wait anxiously again, wondering if I could get anything done today. Sigh, being a man is so hard, getting anything done is so complicated. An hour later, the little vixen passed by my door again with a handbag. Just like before, she looked at me and asked, "Hehe, you haven't left yet?"
I noticed that she was still wearing the same dress, but the top had been changed to a white silk short-sleeved shirt, very sheer and thin, even the light pink bra was clearly visible. I stood next to her and asked, "Why aren't you at work?" "
What work?" "No work, just staying home." She tilted her head and looked at me, her rosy face glowing. "So you're a rich woman?" "Hehe, not working, and so carefree, I'm envious." I chuckled. "What's this about being rich or not? I'm doing alright, enough to eat." As I said this, she bent down to adjust her slippers.
Her posture gave me a clear view of her impressive breasts, prompting me to swallow hard and say, "It's a blessing for a beautiful woman not to be burdened by work. Looks like you're a lucky woman." My words began to have a guiding tone.
Her expression suddenly darkened, then she asked me in a somewhat mournful tone, "Do you think I'm happy?"
"How happy! No work pressure, I can do whatever I want, so carefree. Women should take better care of themselves, don't be so busy and tired outside. Too much worry ages a woman easily. By the way, you're at most twenty-three or twenty-four this year." I began to steer the conversation to the main topic. "Who said that? I'm almost thirty. I'm old, no good to look at anymore." She shook her head and sighed.
The little vixen closed her eyes, continuing to sway her slender waist gently, enjoying the pleasure my hands and penis brought her. Her waist swayed faster and faster, and her upper body gradually leaned against my hands, showing that she was beginning to lose strength. I thrust my hips forcefully, my thick penis going in and out of her hole. I spread her thighs wider and continued to work hard, the harder I went, the more I felt her fluids increasing, so much so that it seemed to be flowing. I felt that my lower body and her lower body were completely wet with her fluids. Her skill was exceptional; her vagina seemed to contract, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening suddenly. She lifted her buttocks and rubbed my glans with the depths of her vagina, her movements gentle yet skillful. How could I resist her response! Amid her lewd moans and cries, my perineum twitched, my glans went numb, my whole body trembled, my tailbone and spine contracted, and my semen shot out wildly, completely ejaculating deep inside her. I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my back, a feeling of exhaustion mixed with a soft, incredibly comfortable feeling. The following nights I waited for her, and we cuddled in her house, passion and desire colliding intensely within us. I also understood why she had shown signs of wanting to lead me around when she first saw me; she said she wanted revenge on the woman who stole her man, and I was delighted with this opportunity. "
Look at your skin, so fair, your face so radiant, brimming with youthful energy," I said, moving closer to her. "This dress suits your skin perfectly, it's pure silk, isn't it? It looks very high-class." "It's silk, it feels so smooth, feel it," she said, raising her arm towards me.
I felt a change in my body, my eyes lighting up as I hastily and carelessly touched her short-sleeved silk dress. Looking at her alluring expression... In a moment of impulse, I grabbed her arm and stammered, "You really don't look like someone approaching thirty."
"Haha? Really?" She didn't move, letting me hold her arm. I leaned closer, wanting to do something more.
But then she suddenly stood up and said, "I have to play mahjong this morning, so I won't be able to go this afternoon. I have to hurry, or I'll get scolded." She gave me a meaningful smile and left the room.
I began to ponder the meaning behind her words. She seemed to be hinting at something—that maybe things wouldn't be like that this afternoon. I didn't know, I was overthinking, and I was even more eager. The next half day felt like half a year. I sat in my office, my heart pounding, trying to calm myself down. Right on time, at one o'clock, she returned. I stood at the door and stopped her, ushering her inside. I could tell that she was particularly uneasy as soon as she entered, a mixture of shyness and allure, composure and anticipation. Just like in the early morning, I asked her to sit down. She smiled shyly, then said softly, "You can only stand, right?
I know you only have one chair here." "Yes, yes," I replied casually. Actually, my heart was churning, desire was stirring within me, and the strongest urge was slowly pushing my body upwards.
I leaned closer, about to speak or make a move, when she suddenly looked up at me directly, her voice light and flirtatious, "Your girlfriend went on a business trip?" "Yes?
How did you know?" I felt a little strange.
"Hmph, I knew before you did. She went with the general manager, didn't she?" Her tone became stern. "
How did you know she went with the general manager?" I was confused, my desire surging within me. Hope faded, and I asked her twice, full of curiosity, "How did you know?"
At that moment, a fierce look appeared on her face. I, however, was stunned by her words, a chill running down my spine, my body almost limp.
She continued, "I recognized your girlfriend as soon as your house was renovated. She was the one who led my man away a year ago." I thought, she must know me too, because we've met. Now I understood why my girlfriend wouldn't let me come to the new house, why she wanted me to stay away from that vixen—she had something to hide. I also understood why my girlfriend earned such a high salary.
I felt like a fool, betrayed and fooled. Later, she told me more about my girlfriend, such as going out for days during the Spring Festival, returning home late for her birthday, etc., and all of this matched up. So I believed her completely.
In a panic, I asked her how she knew so much. She told me her cousin worked in administration at that company. She was my assistant, so she understood many of the tasks.
I stopped talking. At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of relief—the relief of having a legitimate reason for cheating, since I knew what I was supposed to do. So I angrily pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom.
The little vixen sat on the sink, looking at me with a very peculiar smile. I saw her large breasts, full and bulging, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
Perhaps it was a need to vent, perhaps it was a need for revenge, but I didn't say anything. I grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. The little vixen giggled and asked me what it felt like. I said, "It feels good
, anyway." She happily kissed me and then unbuttoned her shirt. As the buttons fell one by one, her full, plump breasts sprang out. Even with a bra, they still looked exceptionally large and full, with a deep cleavage between them.
I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and... "My ears tickle," she giggled. I flipped open her bra, and her large breasts bounced out, appearing even bigger and whiter, her nipples already hardening.
I sucked and wrapped them in her mouth, and she giggled, panting, while her hand touched my penis.
The little vixen deftly unbuckled my belt, reached her hand under my pants, and grabbed my penis, laughing, "Look how hard you are." I grunted and quickly stripped her naked.
I guided my hot, hard penis, aimed the head at her wet slit, and thrust into her. I immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation travel from the head to my perineum and tailbone, then the entire shaft shot through my brain. Once inside, I realized her vagina was much tighter than I'd imagined, but incredibly wet and slippery, like walking on damp moss after rain.
The little vixen cried out, "Shuchang is dead!" "Yes, insert it here, insert it deeper." With my thrusting, her juices began to flow, making gurgling sounds. I felt my testicles slapping against her narrow vulva, incredibly smooth, with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, a slapping sound. This lewd sound directly stimulated my senses, making me feel as if I were beginning to drown in some nameless pleasure, as if I were floating in clouds.
Amidst the ups and downs, she asked me, "How is it? Is it comfortable? How does it compare to your girlfriend?"
She laughed and said, "You're almost piercing me, almost inside my uterus!"
I said, "No, nothing much at work." "You're back?" "Yes." She said as she came back into the room. This time, I was a little bolder, lightly touching her back as she entered. Then I closed the door and asked her to sit down.
The little vixen moaned lasciviously, and my hands, as she requested, grasped her breasts and gently kneaded them. Her breasts were full, and the wanton expression on her face and her seductive eyes gave me immense satisfaction! I could feel that she was truly enjoying being played with by me! Her entire body was aroused by the penetration of my penis! This gave me the pleasure of conquering her!
She groaned, a seductive and alluring expression on her pale face, her half-closed eyes were dim, and her sexy mouth was slightly open, moaning, "So comfortable, Brother Wei, you're doing it so well, so good, ahh, harder."
I was no longer afraid of being cheated on by my girlfriend, because Wei Wei was determined to divorce her.
Three months later, my girlfriend and I broke up, and I took most of the family property, including this new house. Soon, I married my first love in this new house. The little fairy later moved out of the building. Some people said she got back together with her ex-boyfriend, while others said she found a richer "meal ticket".

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