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My wife's affair (a true account) 

On a listless Sunday evening, I was wandering aimlessly through the streets when I unknowingly stumbled upon a secluded alley. This alley was rarely used; it had once been a barren wasteland, but developers had turned it into a construction site, and several new buildings were already completed. I walked slowly along the alley, the throbbing sensation in my lower body continuing to swell, making me incredibly frustrated. Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me. I turned around and saw an elderly man, about sixty years old, riding a bicycle. His speed... He was moving very slowly, almost deliberately, to keep up with my pace. I think he'd probably been following me like this for a while. When the old man saw me turn around, he slowly rode his bike up to my side, getting to within half a meter, still moving very slowly. Suddenly, he reached out and touched my chest. I was quite startled and instinctively screamed. There was no one on the path; the construction site was just ahead, and it was already past six o'clock. The workers had all finished work. So my scream only came from me and the old man. No one heard me. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding. I glanced back and saw that the old man was still following me. A strange thought suddenly popped into my head: my legs felt like cotton. I kept telling myself, "Go, get away from here." But my legs seemed to have no will to obey me; I couldn't move my feet. And so, inexplicably, I slowed down, actually hoping the old man would catch up. Just then, the old man caught up on his bicycle. When he got next to me, he dismounted and used one… I was pushing my bike forward when suddenly the old man pinched my buttocks with his other hand. I screamed again and tried to run away, but this time he didn't give me a chance. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt like I was suffocating, being held like this by such an old man. I whispered, "Let me go." The old man grinned lewdly, revealing yellow teeth that were obviously fake. He said, "Don't do this, let's play around." He parked his bike on the side of the road and pulled me to a corner against the wall. He made me lean against the wall, then reached up and lifted my skirt. He slipped his hand inside, touching my lace shorts, and then rubbed a finger against them. Then, he put his hand directly inside my shorts. His rough fingers touched my most sensitive private parts, and I instantly felt a surge of electricity coursing through my lower body, filling me with immense excitement. My lower body was already soaking wet; I think I was completely lost in my own desires, oblivious to the fact that I was being played with by an old man. The old man inserted two fingers into my vagina and began thrusting in and out. I heard the "slap slap slap slap" sound as his fingers and my vaginal fluid churned together. With each thrust of his fingers, I became more and more excited, and began to moan softly. The old man clearly hadn't expected me to be so aroused by him; the fact that he was ravaging a young and beautiful woman so pleasurably had ignited his desire. Then he withdrew his hands from my vagina and said, "It's not convenient here; let's find somewhere else." I asked, "Where to?" He said, "There's a nice place; come with me." Completely driven by lust, I was utterly lost and obediently got on his bicycle. He rode me to the construction site. The workers had already finished work; it was a little past 6 pm in the summer evening, and the sky was still quite bright. He led me to a completed building and said, "Let's go to the top floor; no one will be here." So, I followed him to the top floor. Once upstairs, he eagerly took off my clothes and skirt, then stripped off his own, leaving us both completely naked. Then I saw his penis—an old, limp, small penis, the glans retracted under the foreskin, drooping. The old man immediately demanded that I help him make it hard. So I grasped his penis with my hand, rubbing and stroking it diligently, but his penis didn't react at all. The old man then demanded that I lick his glans. My husband usually makes this request during sex, but I always refuse, saying I'm afraid of getting dirty. But that day, inexplicably, I obediently performed oral sex on him. I tried very hard to lick his glans, even putting his penis in my mouth and stroking it, but no matter how hard I tried, his penis remained limp and droopy. In fact, when I was giving the old man oral sex and masturbating, he was aroused; he even moaned comfortably, excitedly saying he had never felt so good before, but his penis just wouldn't get hard. The old man panted, "Ah, I'm getting old, this thing is useless." At this point, I was a little annoyed and said irritably, "If you can't even do it, why are you out looking for women?" The old man said, "My only hobby is with women; seeing women enjoy themselves excites me." I was furious and said angrily, "If you can't even get hard, how can you make women feel good?" After saying this, I got up, picked up my underwear, and prepared to put it on. The old man got impatient and said, "We haven't even played yet, why are you putting it on already?" "Your thing is useless, what's the point of playing? I'm leaving." Seeing this, the old man grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. I tried to resist, but then the old man placed his hand on my genitals and began to rub my clitoris with his middle finger. He rubbed very precisely, with just the right amount of pressure, much better than when I usually masturbate. Gradually, my genitals, which had been almost dry, became wet again, and my facial expression began to change. Seeing that I was aroused, the old man grinned wickedly and said to me, "You're wet."

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