My neglected wife is a bargain for me

One summer evening, bored and aimless in front of my computer, I entered a local chat room. Seeing people shamelessly posting ads seeking one-night stands, I impulsively chose a rather vulgar name: "Passionate Man 28." After posting a few ads, I absentmindedly started playing cards on QQ.

Since I didn't have high hopes, after a few rounds, I remembered I was still in the chat room. I clicked on it, and a woman with a guest account asked: "Where are you? How old are you?" I was secretly delighted; I thought I might actually have a chance. So, I mustered my courage and replied with my height, weight, and other basic information. The woman then asked: "Are you really passionate?" At this point, I couldn't hold back. I launched an offensive with my silver tongue, and finally, after fifteen minutes, we exchanged phone numbers. From our previous chat, I had learned that she was a young married woman, the same age as me, who had argued with her husband that night and was seeking comfort online. A while later, she asked: "Can you come pick me up now?" I'm at the entrance of XX residential area on XX Road. Such a good opportunity, of course I couldn't let it slip by. I immediately replied: I'll be there within 15 minutes. Hehe, some people don't believe it, but back when portal websites had local chat rooms, getting a one-night stand was that simple. At the time, I thought, if the other person wasn't good-looking, I wouldn't even get out of the car, I'd just leave. Because I've been an athlete since childhood, my physique is pretty good, and I'm not afraid of encountering any shills or honey traps. So I happily went to the location the beautiful woman specified.

When I arrived, I saw a woman in her late twenties standing there, wearing a tight t-shirt and a white skirt, about 165cm tall, with a great figure, and quite pretty from a distance. So I dialed her number, and sure enough, it was her. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. She answered the phone and looked at me, as if scrutinizing me, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards me. As she got closer, I realized she was truly a beautiful woman, very much like the actress Chen Hao. After she got into my car, I noticed tear tracks on her face. She looked at me with teary eyes and asked, "Can you take me somewhere where no one's around?" Looking into her eyes, I felt a pang of heartache and nodded, saying, "Let's go, can we go to my place?" The woman nodded almost without thinking, so I drove towards one of my old houses. During the drive, neither of us spoke. She just stared blankly out the window. Suddenly, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID but didn't answer. Her phone kept ringing the whole way, and she held it tightly, not answering, tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like this

, I felt a pang of regret. Although I'm a lecherous man, I still wouldn't force someone or take advantage of someone in distress. This young woman had clearly just argued with her husband and was emotionally unstable. She might have just run away from home in a fit of pique. Judging from her expression, she probably still loved her husband. If I took advantage of her now, I might really break up a family. After arriving at my building, I parked the car but didn't immediately get out. Instead, I waited quietly for her reaction. She was curled up in her seat, looking hurt and upset. I thought I should do a good deed and take her home. Unexpectedly, she suddenly sat up straight, as if she had made a huge decision, and asked me, "What floor do you live on? Let's go up." Since she had made that choice, I didn't say anything and led her inside.

Once in the bedroom, she lay down on the bed, said nothing, and started crying. To be honest, at that moment, I had absolutely no interest in sex; I was just feeling incredibly annoyed. I couldn't believe my luck was so bad today; I was about to have to play the good guy. The phone started ringing incessantly again, but she still didn't answer. I couldn't bear to see her like this anymore and gently said, "I'll take you home." Looking at her tear-streaked face, I really felt like I'd wasted my time. While I was waiting for her to speak, she answered the incessantly ringing phone, crying and shouting into the phone, "Don't worry about where I am! I'm not going home tonight!" She hung up the phone and turned it off, then lay down softly, whispering, "Can you hug me?"

At that moment, I felt like Liu Xiahui, the legendary virtuous man of ancient China, gently pulling her into my arms, patting her back lightly, saying nothing, without even a hint of lust. Damn, was this

really me? She sobbed silently in my arms for a few minutes, like a winter bird finding a warm nest. Her body naturally snuggled closer to me, as if seeking a comfortable position. Gently, her arms wrapped around my neck, her whole body pressed against mine. Feeling her warmth and smelling her faint fragrance, my penis finally began to stir again, and my hands slowly started to wander, gently caressing her back. Gradually, I felt her breathing quicken, so I breathed warm air into her ear, occasionally licking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue. I didn't forcefully take her, because this was the most vulnerable moment for a woman, and I was afraid that being too direct would frighten her.

And so, we flirted gently for a long time, so long that I lost track of how long it lasted. Finally, my efforts paid off. I could clearly feel her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and her body began to writhe more violently in my arms. Seeing that my efforts had finally yielded results, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. My hands began to move more forcefully, reaching under her clothes to caress her smooth skin, and my tongue slowly kissed down her neck from her earlobe. With my actions, she writhed more and more violently in my arms, but I remained oblivious, continuing my arduous work of exploration.

Finally, a groan escaped her throat, as if suppressed for a long time. With this groan, she suddenly pulled me closer, her gentle lips pressing against mine, her tongue immediately entering my mouth, searching for and intertwining with mine, as if afraid that if she let go, my tongue would disappear. My left hand slowly moved around her back, reaching for her long-desired full breasts, while my right hand slowly climbed up her long, beautiful legs, caressing them, stroking upwards. She slowly made "hmm, hmm..." sounds. When my hand reached under her skirt, I discovered she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently teased her labia with my fingers, and soon they were overflowing with moisture. She writhed even more, moaning incessantly. At this moment, I couldn't rush things; I decided I had to give this young woman an unforgettable experience. I changed positions, half my body on top of her, my left hand alternately playing with her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples hard. Each time I pinched hard, she let out a moan, whether from pain or pleasure, "hmm... hmm..." My tongue wasn't idle either; whenever she moaned, I put my tongue into her mouth, sucking and swirling it around, while my right hand roamed over her labia and clitoris, occasionally inserting my fingers into her already wet vagina and thrusting them in and out. Under my constant teasing, she finally couldn't take it anymore, grabbing my penis with her small hand and stroking it up and down. "Give it to me... um... I want it..." I thought the time was about right, so I parted her legs, gently rubbing my penis against the entrance of her wet vagina a few times. Just as she was about to go crazy, I thrust it all the way in... Ah... A soul-stirring moan escaped from deep within her throat... Ah... um... just like that... ah... She finally let out a primal cry of relief.

After dozens of thrusts, I could feel her vagina was full of water, the splashing sounds especially clear in the night.

I looked down and saw my penis and her vagina, my pubic hair and her pubic hair, all covered in white vaginal fluid, which kept flowing out with my movements. As my movements became more intense, her cries grew louder, and the pink flesh of her vagina turned inside out with each thrust of my penis... Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah... Under my intense thrusting, she quickly reached her first orgasm. During the orgasm, her vagina contracted irregularly, like a baby's little mouth biting my penis, stimulating me so much that I couldn't help but moan as well.

Upon hearing my voice, she seemed encouraged and shyly whispered in my ear, "Don't move, I'll do it." Then, beneath me, she tightly brought her legs together and began to slowly twist. Because her legs were together, my penis was completely enveloped inside her. As she continued to twist, I didn't need to move at all; I could simply enjoy the pleasure she gave me.

I could clearly feel my penis hitting her cervix, it felt incredibly good. She couldn't take this position either; after twisting for less than five minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body tensed and began to tremble slightly. I held her tightly with my penis, pushing as deep as possible, feeling her second orgasm.

Just as I felt her trembling subside, I suddenly spread her legs wide, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and thrust in and out like a pile driver, each time reaching the highest point and then the deepest depth. At this point, all I could hear was the slapping sound of our bodies colliding and her barely audible moans. Clearly, she wasn't prepared, still immersed in her previous orgasm, but soon, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure I was giving her.

Finally, my speed increased, and with each powerful thrust, I ejaculated into her wet vagina, and she, overwhelmed by pleasure, was lost in a daze. After I pulled my penis out, I saw her vagina still contracting, and with each contraction, my semen gushed out. I felt so good; this was the kind of scene I loved to see.

We just held each other like that, neither of us saying a word. Slowly, her eyes welled up with tears: "Thank you for letting me truly experience being a woman." Listening to her soft words, I learned that she loved her husband very much. He was her senior from university, and he had pursued her for four years before winning her heart. They used to be very loving, but recently he had become addicted to gambling and had neglected his wife for a long time. They hadn't had sex for almost a year. The reason they argued tonight was that she had dressed up specially for her husband and gone without underwear to try and create some spice, but the man who lost money didn't even look at her. He just didn't expect to get such a good deal from me. As

dawn broke, she got dressed and looked at me: "Can we not contact each other anymore? I'll only cheat on you this once." I replied: "Can you forget what happened last night?" She lowered her head and didn't speak.

Quietly, she got up, dressed, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Can you forget the pleasure I gave you? How could I possibly let you forget me? Lying in bed, I stared at her number on my phone, lost in thought.

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