He was with her at her house

That happened in the first half of this year. I wasn't busy at work then, so I would use WeChat to search for people nearby whenever I had free time. I added a lot of people during that period. Of course, most of them were decent girls, and after chatting for a couple of minutes, they basically ignored me. I would just delete those kinds of people because there was no need to waste precious time on them. Dating decent girls really depends on skill and luck. Sometimes, the same decent girl can have different results depending on the time of day you chat with her. But I usually use a wide net approach, and then filter them step by step until only one or two are left before I start making a big push. The decent girl I'm talking about today is one of the ones I managed to get through the last round. I learned from our chat that she was 402 years old, 162 cm tall, and worked as an accountant at a property management company. We exchanged photos. From the photos, she was a plump, petite, and demure type. Her husband was in the construction industry and often had to travel to other places, so I guess they were often separated, which made her lonely and ultimately led to my decision.

I chatted with her for about two weeks, during which we met for dinner once and tentatively explored intimacy. She seemed a little resistant, so I calmed myself, suppressed my burning desire, and adopted a slow and steady approach. I was confident I could win her over, so I wasn't in a rush. Perhaps it was this polite yet occasionally flirtatious approach that gradually made her feel more comfortable and secure in our interactions. Gradually, we started talking about sex online. From our conversations, I learned that she and her husband only saw each other about once every two or three months. Her husband wasn't very good in bed, and his performance was short-lived. She sometimes felt the urge, but she usually just read novels and took care of it herself. Knowing this, I confided in her, saying my wife was also frigid, and we basically only had sex once a month. I lamented how unfair fate was, why couldn't lonely people with needs be together to comfort each other? Hearing this, she just sent a blushing, shy emoji. Seeing this, I knew I had basically succeeded, so I decisively asked to take things further. She tacitly agreed, and we started arranging times to meet at a hotel.

Our first time was in a top-floor room at a hotel. It was our first time together, and it lasted an hour, until she was trembling violently, clinging to me. It seemed she really hadn't had sex in a long time, and the thrill of having sex with someone other than her husband made her reaction quite normal. I guess our first time together left a good impression. I asked her out a few more times, and she readily agreed. After a few times, I had a bold idea: to go to her house and have sex with her.

I happened to run into her when she mentioned that her chandelier was out and she needed someone to change the light bulb. She was too short and afraid of heights to climb up, so I offered to help. I made the trip and went over to her house without any problems. Changing the bulb was a simple process, done in about ten minutes. Afterwards, it was lunchtime, and she suggested we eat lunch together. I happily agreed. While she cooked, I wandered around her house. It was a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, very neat and clean; she seemed to be a homebody. As I entered her and her husband's bedroom, I took a closer look. The house was cozy and inviting. A wedding photo of her and her husband hung above the double bed. I must say, she looked incredibly beautiful and charming with makeup on. Looking at her exquisite makeup and the sweet expressions on her face with her husband, and recalling the times I had ridden her and thrust into her so freely, I couldn't help but feel a hard erection. Just then, she came from the kitchen. Seeing her approach, I grabbed her, kissed her, and vigorously rubbed her buttocks from behind while... My hard lower body pressed against her lower abdomen, and she began to pant, "What do you want to do?" I said, "I saw your wedding photo, it's so beautiful, I want to fuck you." She felt my hardness and stopped talking, instead passionately intertwining her warm, fragrant tongue with mine. We stood there kissing for about a minute, then I slipped my hand from her waistband and into her legs. She was already wet, so I dabbed some of her fluids and touched her clitoris, rubbing it. This rubbing ignited her desire, and she pulled me down onto the double bed next to us. She was panting and saying things like "I want it," and "Fuck me." I quickly stripped her naked, then pulled off my own clothes, covered myself with the blanket, and continued to kiss her passionately. At the same time, I used my hand to rub my hard glans against her vaginal opening. When I felt she couldn't take it anymore, I thrust forward, all the way in. And so, on her and her husband's bed, I began to fuck this lovely little wife without a condom. Of course, I knew beforehand that it was her safe period. After fucking face-to-face in the missionary position for a while, I saw the large... There was a large mirror on the cabinet, and I had another fun idea. I got up, grabbed her legs, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Then, standing on the floor, I made her wrap her legs around my waist and her arms tightly around my neck. I then penetrated her, using my hands to lift her up by her thighs and buttocks, and carried her to the mirror to continue my frenzied thrusting. In the mirror, she looked even smaller, and she clung to me like a little monkey hanging on me, letting me frantically pound my large penis into her vagina. At this point, I made her look in the mirror too, and you could see that she was looking at... Seeing her own lewd reflection in the mirror was even more stimulating; her breathing became heavier, and her lower body contracted and tightened around my thick, hard penis. Her face turned as red as an apple. After fucking her like this for a while, I put her down, moved her behind her, and thrust into her while holding her large buttocks. I grabbed her long hair from behind and pulled it back, causing her to lift her face and look at the wedding photo on the bedside table. At that moment, her husband in the wedding photo seemed to be smiling as he watched me fuck his wife. I asked her if it was good to be fucked by another man in front of her husband. She panted and said yes, then shyly tried to lower her head, but... I grabbed her hair from behind, forcing her to keep staring at the wedding photos while continuing my thrusting motion. The intense sexual stimulation combined with her shame seemed to bring her lust to a fever pitch. I could feel my scrotum was covered in her vaginal fluid, and her vagina was rhythmically contracting. After nearly ten minutes in this position, I couldn't hold back any longer, and after a few more quick thrusts, I ejaculated all my hot semen into her vagina. Because I was also greatly aroused that day, I ejaculated quite a lot this time. I think I ejaculated at least four or five times. At that moment, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she almost collapsed. I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, then we both fell onto her back, panting. Time seemed to stand still. I thought about this bedroom with her husband, this double bed where they made love, this sweet wedding photo on the wall, and this obedient wife I was fucking now, my cock still twitching inside her vagina. At that moment, my sense of satisfaction and conquest was about to explode. Isn't this the feeling that men seek when they fuck women, especially someone else's wife? This moment was just too good and too exciting.

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