[Urban] Married Women and Young Wives' Adulterous Affairs (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 38: The Young Woman's Ecstasy Night.

After filming the program that day, Li Yanqiu had to leave because her husband had to stay at the TV station. Her car suddenly stopped after driving for a short while. Li Yanqiu frantically called for help, but the line was either busy or the person wasn't there. To make matters worse, it started raining again, and Li Yanqiu was on the verge of tears. Suddenly, an umbrella blocked the pouring rain, and a man in his thirties or forties appeared before her. His name was Kevin, and he seemed honest and kind. He kindly checked Li Yanqiu's car, saying, "The car is fine, just out of gas."

Li Yanqiu seemed a little surprised; she had checked the gas tank earlier that day. There was no time for Li Yanqiu to think further; the rain was pouring down harder. Before Li Yanqiu could react, Kevin had already pulled her into his car.

Kevin handed Li Yanqiu tissues to dry off and a cup of hot tea. Li Yanqiu felt everything was happening so fast, giving her no time to stop and think things through. With hazy, alluring eyes, she lightly sipped the fragrant hot tea in her hand. Perhaps feeling a little chilly from the rain, she pulled her coat tighter… This subtle movement, however, appeared incredibly seductive and provocative to Kevin.

“Would you like some more tea?”

Kevin’s eyes were fixed on Li Yanqiu’s fair, delicate body, encased in a tight black tank top beneath her coat.

“No, that’s enough, thank you for the tea. I feel quite hot…”

As Li Yanqiu handed the tea to Kevin, his hand also grasped her delicate hand. Startled, she loosened her grip, spilling the remaining tea onto her skirt.

"Ouch...my skirt's wet!"

Li Yanqiu cried out in surprise. "Ugh...ugh...let...go...away...from...me...oh...um..."

Kevin had seized the opportunity to embrace Li Yanqiu, and they both fell onto the spacious seat. His passionate lips precisely sealed Li Yanqiu's fragrant lips, and he hungrily sucked on them, his tongue plunging into her mouth to chase her evasive tongue amidst her cry of surprise.

Li Yanqiu was famous in TXVS for her sweet breath; everyone loved the fragrance emanating from her mouth. Many male colleagues fantasized about kissing Li Yanqiu and sucking her subtly sweet saliva. Kevin finally confirmed that the rumors were indeed true; Li Yanqiu's saliva did indeed have a slightly sweet taste.

Kevin, holding the fragrant and slippery Li Yanqiu, slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing her tongue as she breathed her sweet fragrance. His right hand also lifted her tight-fitting top, grasping her breasts and poking them up and down. Li Yanqiu felt dizzy and short of breath; but under his constant teasing stimulation, coupled with Kevin's superb caressing technique, her body, exuding the scent of a mature woman, seemed to respond to the tantalizing aroma of her vagina.

Taking advantage of Li Yanqiu's dazed state (thanks entirely to the tea laced with aphrodisiac), Kevin removed her coat and other clothing piece by piece, his lips still locked with hers. His right hand traced down her firm, white breasts, past her abdomen, to her secret valley. That coveted honeyed spot was already soaking wet, emitting Li Yanqiu's unique fragrance—it was impossible for anyone not to feel aroused!

Before him, Li Yanqiu stood completely naked, alluring and captivating. Kevin passionately caressed her entire body, first grasping her full, firm breasts in his hands. Her breasts were large, bowl-shaped, with erect nipples of a perfect size. Combined with her snow-white skin and the intoxicating fragrance of her mature womanhood, her alluring curves were even more irresistible.

Kevin gently and tenderly kissed Li Yanqiu's pretty face, embracing her exquisitely beautiful, boneless, and noble body. Her full, soft, and delicate body was full of vitality and elasticity, irresistible to the touch. Even more breathtaking was the allure of her beautiful, noble face, filled with a thousand emotions of uncontrollable passion, her expression utterly seductive.

Although his inner desire was burning, Kevin couldn't help but feel his heart race, his large, thick penis, pressed deeply against her, suddenly swelled and hardened. His wet kisses slid from Li Yan's earlobe to her fair, delicate neck, then licked every inch of her fragrant skin with his tongue. He then kissed her bright red lips, soft and alluring. Kevin sucked hungrily, his tongue probing her teeth. Li Yan could only pant and let his tongue roam freely in her mouth, licking every corner of her sweet lips.

Before long, she was lost in the passionate embrace of their kiss. Her tongue, no longer under her control, reached out and intertwined tightly with his. This beauty, long deprived of passion due to her busy work schedule, unknowingly plunged into the depths of lust during his passionate kiss. Her slender hands wrapped around his strong neck, her body limp and weak, yet burning with desire.

Kevin seized the opportunity to tear off Li Yanqiu's skirt and her thin, paper-like thong. He greedily sucked the saliva from her mouth, his left hand tightly embracing the naked, weak, and feverish Li Yanqiu, while his right hand impatiently caressed her smooth, jade-like breasts. His hand gently and slowly kneaded them, feeling a wonderful sensation of firmness, softness, and elasticity between his palms, making his blood boil. He gently stroked the proud peaks with two fingers, rubbing and pressing them in circles, while two fingers gently pinched and skillfully kneaded the swollen, aroused nipples.

Li Yanqiu was usually busy collecting data, attending meetings, and recording videos... she had very little time to enjoy sex and physical caresses. Now, Kevin's superb caressing technique made the beautiful Li Yanqiu, who was so beautiful that she couldn't help but ejaculate, feel as if she were being gnawed by insects from the strange sensation coming from her sensitive nipples. Her heart was in her chest, her pretty face was infinitely charming, her thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were hazy, and her cherry lips let out a series of soul-stirring moans, her whole body was weak and powerless.

Li Yanqiu felt her mouth was dry, and waves of indescribable tingling pleasure quickly spread throughout her body. The mature and noble female host's thirsty desire rebounded strongly. She threw her head back, panting heavily, and could no longer contain her rising passion. Her eyes were filled with a wild flame of desire, her face was flushed, and she was charming and spring-like. Li Yanqiu seemed impatient and coquettish.

Kevin knew perfectly well that Li Yanqiu's fervent sexual desire was entirely due to the aphrodisiac taking effect in her body. Kevin was secretly smug and in no hurry. He was like a lion pinning down its prey, ready to pluck its prey. After feasting his eyes, Kevin gently caressed Li Yanqiu's silky, snow-white skin. He couldn't bear to part with this stunning beauty, tenderly caressing her, reveling in her delicate, smooth texture and indulging in the mature woman's fragrance emanating from her beautiful body.

Kevin gently stroked Li Yanqiu's snow-white, full breasts with his fingers. Under his burning gaze, they became even firmer. The rosy areolas, fueled by her fiery desire, gradually turned an alluring crimson. At the tips of her pure, pert breasts, a pair of delicate, translucent nipples stood erect, like vibrant, alluring flower stamens, shyly awaiting the arrival of ardent admirers.

Unable to contain his passion, Kevin grasped her exquisitely soft yet firm right breast, kneading and caressing it vigorously. He pinched and twisted the small, slightly upturned nipple between his index finger and thumb, while simultaneously lowering his head to gently bite her other nipple, sucking on it forcefully like a baby seeking food.

Li Yanqiu's delicate nipples felt both soft and pleasurable from Kevin's sucking. Her thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, her jade-like face flushed with shyness, and her sensual red lips parted slightly, her heavy breaths emitting captivating moans as she experienced waves of pleasure.

Under Kevin's wanton manipulation and teasing stimulation, Li Yanqiu's supple waist swayed unconsciously, her beautiful face filled with irresistible charm, her expression utterly alluring. His right hand reluctantly left her firm, elastic breasts, roaming over her smooth skin, unwilling to miss a single corner. It slid over her silky, plump belly, heading straight for her lush, verdant paradise.

Intoxicated by the gentle touch, Li Yanqiu reflexively arched her body, crying out in a soft voice, "No!..."

But at that moment, Kevin's palm remained covering her most sacred and soft mons pubis, refusing to withdraw even a fraction, his fingers expertly tracing rhythms on the lush pubic hair. Lustful fluids gushed from her vulva, wetting the large, erect penis that was already waiting at the entrance of her vagina, ready to invade. Kevin slowly used his hot, purplish-red glans to part the two labia that were opening and closing, then thrust his hips and lowered his waist in a lightning-fast strike, instantly spraying honey-like fluids everywhere. His thick, long penis was already inside her vagina, with a small portion still sticking out.

The moment the large penis entered, Li Yanqiu completely collapsed, violently shaking her head and twisting her body, involuntarily moaning, "Ah...uh...oh...um..."

Kevin's large hands gripped Li Yanqiu's breasts tightly, stroking them intensely in circles, while his mouth immediately pressed against her fragrant nipples, sucking them desperately. His cheeks constantly stimulated Li Yanqiu's breasts, causing her nipples to quickly become erect. Her exquisite body couldn't conceal the pleasure arising from the intense caresses. She swayed her body up and down, her small mouth involuntarily uttering sounds: "Mmm... Ah... Ah..."

Although Li Yanqiu was married and had children, she had always maintained a very good figure. Her entire body exuded nobility, maturity, and beauty; every inch of her skin radiated the alluring aura of a young woman. Moreover, she only engaged in sexual activity with her husband occasionally, and she had always been chaste and self-respecting. Kevin's crazy and explicit teasing, and his direct penetration of her vagina, almost made her dizzy.

From the moment Kevin's large penis entered Li Yanqiu's vagina, her reaction became passionate and unrestrained. The long-absent, beautiful woman arched her pink buttocks repeatedly, actively seeking more friction and stimulation, while moaning seductively, "Oh!...You...you're...so...deep!...It's making me...uh..."

Li Yanqiu's vagina, tightly gripping the large penis, overflowed with even more lustful fluid, wetting the entire vaginal cavity and walls, making her even more aroused and restless. She actively arched her snow-white buttocks, swaying them gently.

This unrestrained reaction encouraged Kevin to simply grab Qiu's delicate, smooth legs, spread them wide, and push them towards her chest until Li Yanqiu's entire body was curled up. His thighs were wrapped around the sides of Li Yanqiu's breasts, her feet pointing skyward, her jade buttocks dangling high off the seat.

Then Kevin pressed his shoulders against Li Yanqiu's jade-like legs, exposing her entire smooth, white abdomen without any concealment. Li Yanqiu's plump, full, and prominent mons pubis, contrasted against the dark, thick tuft of pubic hair, appeared exceptionally vivid, beautiful, and alluring.

At the same time, in this position, the beautiful and seductive Li Yanqiu could clearly see Kevin's large penis entering and exiting her alluring vagina. With Kevin's thrusting, Li Yanqiu saw her labia being turned in and out, and milky white, transparent nectar was constantly being drawn out of her vagina. This was the first time Li Yanqiu had engaged in intimate intercourse with a man in this position in a car seat.

Under Kevin's continuous thrusting, the rich, sweet-smelling juices from Li Yanqiu's vagina overflowed, repeatedly drawn out by his enormous penis, gathering in her upturned vulva. When it could hold no more, it spilled out, flowing down her thighs along the groove...

Kevin's penis began to thrust powerfully and deeply into Li Yanqiu's valley, each thrust penetrating deep into her vagina, reaching places her husband had never reached.

Finally, Kevin slammed his large glans heavily against Li Yanqiu's cervix, causing her to cry out in a high-pitched, lustful moan. At this moment, Li Yanqiu was truly breathtakingly beautiful, her alluring charm driving one's blood to a frenzy.

Li Yanqiu, enduring Kevin's relentless thrusting, was burning with lust and overflowing with desire. This usually beautiful and noble woman was so engrossed in enjoying the sensation of her vagina being filled that she no longer cared about manners or upbringing!

Especially now, Kevin's penis was thrusting in and out of Li Yanqiu's vagina more and more rapidly, more and more powerfully, plunging in and slowly withdrawing again and again. His body collided with her erect mound, and deep inside her vagina, his purplish glans slammed heavily against the ridges of her cervix. A strong, tingling, and numbing sensation shot straight to her heart, causing the beautiful Li Yanqiu to cry out repeatedly, almost screaming, "Oh...you...you bad...guy...mmm...oh...I can't take it anymore..."

Kevin pretended not to hear, continuing to increase the speed of his thrusts and the deeper friction, pounding against the soft flesh deep inside Li Yanqiu's vagina...

"Ah..."

Li Yanqiu opened her red lips, revealing her pearly white teeth, moaning incessantly, emitting sounds of pleasure. Once this began, it was impossible to stop, "Ah...oh..."

The two bodies, locked in a tight, intertwined embrace, were irresistibly drawn to each other. Li Yanqiu's fair and smooth skin was slightly damp with fragrant sweat. Her voluptuous body exuded a captivating heat, mingling with the scent of flesh, making even her feel breathless and aroused. The undulating movements emanating from her breasts caused her beautiful figure to arch gracefully.

The excitement from the violation caused her manicured nails to tremble slightly, turning outwards from the inside. Her white skin, untouched by sunlight, remained delicate and alluring, becoming even more seductive in the dim light of the car seat. From her waist, her shapely buttocks flared outwards, reaching her smooth, pink legs—a sensual beauty far surpassed that of girls who merely boasted of their youth; it was the allure of a mature woman.

Li Yanqiu's pretty face held a seductive, wanton expression, filled with intoxicating, overwhelming desire. Her eyes were alluring, her nose round and delicate like jade scallions, and her small, luscious lips breathed sweet fragrance. She was a stunningly beautiful and seductive woman. Kevin's heart skipped a beat; he had to savor this captivating beauty. Kevin cupped Li Yanqiu's soft breasts, kneading and rubbing them forcefully. He took her hard, protruding nipples into his mouth, swallowing them greedily and inhaling their delicate milky scent—it was incredibly delicious.

Kevin's large penis was being devoured by Li Yanqiu's naturally tender and juicy vagina. Due to the intense collision, his testicles slapped against Li Yanqiu's round, smooth buttocks, causing her juices to splash and her fleshy scent to fill the air.

The sounds of "sizzle...squeak..." echoed in the narrow carriage, a truly passionate scene.

Li Yanqiu's thick, fleshy walls held Kevin's penis tightly glued to them, so that each time he thrust in and out, it would hook and pull, like muddy water being pulled out of deep mud. Sometimes, if he pulled out too forcefully, it would pop out with a "pop" sound, the entire penis flipping open from the labia. Waves of intense, tingling pleasure would reach Kevin's nerve endings, like the painful sensation of holding back urine in his glans. But Kevin, true to his reputation as a womanizer, forcefully commanded his mind not to ejaculate. How could he be so "careless" and waste such a precious opportunity to ejaculate so hastily when making love with such a delicate and beautiful woman!

Enjoying Li Yanqiu's smooth, pink body, Kevin gripped her shoulders and thrust deeper and deeper. His pent-up lust drove him almost mad; his hips swayed and thrust violently against her vulva. He withdrew his wet, milky-white penis, then pounded it into Li Yanqiu's soft, tender core like a pile driver. Waves of pleasure surged through his body, making him feel like he was in heaven.

Li Yanqiu, her face flushed, breathed softly and moaned gently. Her lips felt dry from the pleasure, so she moistened them with her tongue. To Kevin, they became a piece of fresh, beautiful flesh. He bent down and bit her lips, licking, sucking, and nibbling.

The intense and stimulating intercourse, coupled with the overflowing spring-like passion caused by the beauty's writhing in his arms, caused Kevin's penis to become hard and thick from the surging semen. Because he wanted to fully enjoy Li Yanqiu's smooth and silky body, he stopped immediately when he felt an endless amount of semen about to burst out of his urethra. He picked up the excited Li Yanqiu and put her on top of him.

At that moment, their genitals were still tightly intertwined, perfectly aligned. Li Yanqiu sat on Kevin's lap, her delicate, smooth hands gripping his neck. Her eyes were infinitely alluring and seductive, her lips slightly parted, her breath fragrant. Her tempting breasts, slightly upturned, exuded a fleshy scent that aroused him... Unexpectedly, the usually bright, mature, and noble Li Yanqiu was so charming during lovemaking. She rubbed her fragrant, beautiful face against Kevin's, her faint, aphrodisiac scent wafting to his nose. Her warm, passionate, delicate, and beautiful face, so close to Kevin's, seemed to remind him that he was having intercourse with a stunning beauty. Her smooth, sweet, clove-like tongue also came over, spreading Li Yanqiu's unique orchid-like fragrance in Kevin's mouth, making his heart tremble. The pleasure made his penis swell and thicken with each thrust, boiling with heat.

Overwhelmed by wave after wave of intense sexual climax, Li Yanqiu couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm...ah...um...you...ah...ah...um...ah..."

Her jade-like cheeks flushed, her peach-like face glowing, her exquisite beauty

radiating shyness as she cried out and gasped wildly. Kevin's penis paused briefly in Li Yanqiu's deep, tight, fragrant, and slippery vagina before resuming its frenzied thrusting, knowing that only in this way could he bring Li Yanqiu to repeated orgasms until she ejaculated and fell into a deep sleep.

"Mmm...ah...um...gently...ah...um...gently...gently...ah...um...ah...um...ah...um...ah...um...gently...gently...a little...ah..."

Kevin thrust in and out rapidly and fiercely into Li Yanqiu's soaking wet vagina, gradually increasing the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, his burning hot glans striking Li Yanqiu's tender clitoris with each stroke, taking her to ever greater heights of sexual ecstasy. "Mmm...ah...mmm...gently...gently...ah...mmm...ah...gently...a little...ah...mmm...ah...I...I'm going to die..."

Li Yanqiu cried out softly, her face flushed with shyness, her cheeks glowing.

Finally, Kevin's thick, long penis pressed tightly against the tender, dewy core deep within Li Yanqiu's vagina, against her soft, shy cervix, and he ejaculated a stream of hot semen, shooting it deep into her long-parched womb. Upon receiving this scalding semen, Li Yanqiu's body immediately spasmed and trembled, and she climaxed once more in an intensely ecstatic orgasm...

Kevin had managed to hold back his semen at the last moment, allowing only a portion to escape while retaining the thicker part—truly a master of sex! Any ordinary man, upon smelling the aphrodisiac scent emanating from Li Yanqiu's body during her orgasm, and feeling his penis being constantly sucked, contracted, and tightly gripped by the tender flesh of her vagina, would have already ejaculated instantly, surrendering his power!

After reaching the ultimate climax of sexual intercourse, Li Yanqiu was panting softly, covered in fragrant sweat, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes gently closed, and she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Chapter 39: A Young Woman's Love Arises from Adultery

. Friend Ying is a married young woman. She is 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face and large, expressive eyes. In fact, you don't even need to look at her figure; her eyes alone are very sexy. Although her figure is impeccable—straight, smooth shoulders, a neck that is neither too thick nor too thin, and long, straight, smooth hair—her breasts are almost perfectly developed. Although her waist wasn't exactly slender, it complemented her overall figure perfectly, and she always stood ramrod straight. Coupled with her long legs, I was fortunate enough to see her in a slit skirt; her thighs were full and rounded, and her calves were straight and long, giving her an extraordinary air. After all, she was a university English teacher. Our relationship wasn't deep; we knew each other indirectly. Last summer, she moved into a new house and invited us over, which I gladly accepted. After admiring the cozy room, a group of us friends sat down to play cards. She sat opposite me, wearing a V-neck t-shirt—a Chanel (I believe no girl doesn't recognize this brand). Because she frequently had to reach for cards on the table, she would occasionally lean forward, and her pair of white, full breasts with a clearly defined cleavage always made my heart flutter. Soon, I was utterly defeated. I helplessly threw down my cards, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed, "No, no, I can't turn this around." Hearing that I was about to give up, she smiled at me, "Don't be like that, we were having so much fun. Come on, let me help you deal some cards, so you can switch hands." Truly a lady of high society, so understanding. So, she gave her seat to the girl next to her and sat down next to me. There were several people sitting on the sofa, so we were pressed tightly together, my thigh against her side hip (I was sitting quite far back because she was dealing cards). I could feel the pressure from her hips; they were quite firm and elastic. My erection began to tighten, blood rushing to my head. To relieve the pressure, I leaned back, which almost made my nose bleed. She was wearing low-rise pants, and every time she leaned over to grab the cards, the waistband would slip down, revealing not only her smooth, supple waist but also the barely visible edge of her buttocks. I think she was completely unaware, because she was having so much fun, occasionally leaning closer to me, mysteriously showing off the cards in her hand. At these times, her breasts were almost pressed against my arm; the combination of firmness and softness was almost unbearable, coupled with her fragrant scent… I was on the verge of collapse.

I tried hard to control myself, but my instinctive reaction was a severe test for the quality of my pants; the buttons, like my nerves, were on the verge of breaking down. Afraid of being discovered, I pretended to go get some water. After dinner, everyone left, and I followed them downstairs. Suddenly, I remembered I had left my camera at her house, so I told everyone to go ahead and went back alone. I knocked on her door, and the sight before me stunned me. She had changed into a silk slip dress, revealing her delicate shoulders and high breasts. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, the hem of which, reaching her knees, revealed her smooth, white calves. Her questioning gaze was captivating; I was momentarily speechless. I stammered out my reason for returning, and she smiled gently, saying, "You have a good memory." To me, it sounded like a coquettish rebuke, her voice sweet enough to melt anyone's heart, though I knew she meant no harm. I went inside, closing the door behind me. She didn't seem to notice, turning her back to me as she walked further in, looking for my camera. Behind her, I shamelessly admired the hem of her nightgown bulging under her full hips, and I felt an urge to lift it up. When she found the sofa, she bent down and rummaged through the cushions. I was behind her the whole time, and suddenly, a force from somewhere pushed me forward. I pretended to trip, then pounced on her—or perhaps "pounced" would be more accurate—and pressed my hand down on her buttocks. I felt the deep crevice, because my hand was almost embedded in it. I then pulled my hand up along the cleft of her buttocks. My God, the silky feel was like touching her skin. She turned around abruptly, giving me a reproachful look. Seeing that it was unintentional, she didn't seem to care and straightened her clothes. She continued searching by the TV cabinet. Perhaps she had sensed something earlier and was trying to keep her distance, but the stimulation had left me in a semi-conscious state. I gradually approached her, admiring her captivating body and inhaling her alluring fragrance. I finally couldn't control myself. I went over and grabbed her waist from behind, pressing my hard penis against her high, full buttocks. She was quite surprised and desperately tried to pry my arms off her. I held her tightly, bringing my lips close to her ear and gently biting it. Her body trembled, and she let out a suppressed groan, struggling to break free. I pressed her against the wall, making her face down. I held her hands tightly with one hand, pressing them against the wall, while my other hand slid through her thin nightgown to her breasts. Her breasts bounced and swayed under my kneading, changing shape at will. I could no longer control the strength in my hands. Her voice was choked with sobs as she cried out, "What are you doing... no... ah..."

She lived on the top floor with soundproof windows, so I wasn't worried about her cries being heard, and I didn't stop. I leaned close to her ear and said breathlessly, "I know your husband is out of town. Aren't you lonely? You're so sexy, don't you know how attractive you are to men? Don't you crave to be pampered by men?..."

Before I could finish, she shouted, "Let me go! I don't want to be forced! I..."

Before she could finish speaking, I sealed her lips with mine, forcefully kissing her. As our tongues intertwined, I sucked hard, and she could only let out soft sobs. The more she struggled, the tighter I pressed my body against hers. My hands moved from her chest down to her abdomen, her flat yet soft belly releasing with each rapid breath. Without lingering, I continued my assault down her lower abdomen. She struggled even more, but to no avail. Without any resistance, I thrust between her legs, kneading her vulva through her panties. I pressed my lower body even harder against her buttocks. To avoid my hands, she tightened her legs and arched her back. Did I mention how flexible her waist was? I rubbed her waist, holding her tightly. My hard erection pressed against her elastic buttocks, the sensation almost like she was responding to me. I lifted her up by the waist and carried her behind the sofa. I pressed her against the back, making her lean forward with her abdomen against the backrest. This left her upper body suspended in the air, her lower body on the ground, her buttocks raised high and completely exposed to me. Unable to exert any strength, she could only struggle futilely. Caught off guard, I lifted her skirt. Her full buttocks and shapely, long thighs almost made me dizzy. Her buttocks, those round bottoms, were firm and without an ounce of fat, rising from the base of her equally full thighs. Any man would want to grab her and have sex with her. "Let me go, I beg you, ah…no…"

This cry of "no" made my heart tremble with excitement, because I was roughly tearing off her panties, which she was tightly clutching, all the way down to her heels. As I pulled, she was almost suspended in the air. Her lower body was now completely exposed. She cried out in a threatening tone, "You can't do this! What are you doing? I... I won't let you defile me... um." The "um" came from my hand pressing heavily on her labia, kneading them up and down. It seems that no matter the situation, instinct is still irresistible. But she immediately recovered, "What do you want to do?" (Do you even need to ask?) "Ah, you dare..."

I leaned against her smooth, white back again, gently breathing into her ear as I said, "I couldn't control myself either. You're so alluring. Your rosy nipples have only been sucked by your husband, don't you think that's a pity? Your ass has only been penetrated by one man, don't you think that's not worth it? Your naked body has never been violated like this before. Don't you want to experience what it's like to be forced by a man?" (I deliberately made it explicit). She simply closed her eyes, as if even her ears could... She tried to close her mouth, but it wouldn't work. She shook her head desperately, enduring my violation while avoiding my words. I increased the pressure on her hands, and my thumb slid upwards along her buttocks. She knew where it led, so she struggled even more. I pressed her back against me, my fingers relentless. Finally, my thumb slid to her anus, and she shuddered violently, letting out a long moan as she buried her head in her chest. I knew she was very sensitive there. So, while kneading her labia, I pressed and rubbed her anus. She was going crazy, unsure whether it was excitement, fear, or resentment. She kept tensing her body, making her two flawless, snow-white buttocks look even firmer. I leaned close to her ear and said, "Does it feel good? If it does, moan. There's more to come." She stared at me fiercely, tears streaming down her face. Just as she was about to speak, my fingers parted her... The petals, nestled into her tender flesh, pressed against the bud, and were quickly teased. She could only open her eyes wide, enduring the sensation. Then, a surprise came. I felt something overflowing from her little hole. She hadn't wanted it a moment ago, but after only a few minutes, she felt it. I said softly with a mocking tone, "Still a little slut." She bit her lip in humiliation, but a blush had already risen to her cheeks. Her cries of "No, no" were intermittent. I pulled down her shoulder strap with my hand, which had been on her shoulder. She tried to grab it, but I forcefully pressed my thumb into her anus. She released it, easily pulling her nightgown down to her waist. She was completely naked. Such a charming woman, a university teacher, usually so aloof, now, naked and lying before me… It's easy to imagine the stimulation I felt. I couldn't wait to grab her breasts, lifting them and moving them up and down. I wanted her to see the wanton way her breasts were being violated. Because of her loss of balance, her hands couldn't always fight back; occasionally she had to brace herself on the sofa. So, I was almost recklessly enjoying her most private parts. She got a little impatient and started cursing at me, but I couldn't hear a word. My brain was numb. I raised my hand and slapped her plump, white buttocks hard. She cried out, but didn't dare look back at me, lowering her head and sobbing. Her cries carried a sense of resigned defeat. I didn't stop, slowly but firmly slapping her buttocks each time. With each slap, she cried out. Gradually, she stopped resisting, only begging me to stop. Perhaps this was the first time she had ever begged anyone. I took a little of her vaginal fluid, deliberately showing it to her, and then smeared it on her... At her anus, because I was preparing to insert my thumb deeper, I thrust in and out of her anus, rubbing it occasionally, while simultaneously inserting my finger even deeper into her vagina. To my surprise, after about ten thrusts, she suddenly convulsed a few times, accompanied by a suppressed moan, and from her vagina, streams of warm vaginal fluid gushed out, staining her swollen buttocks and wetting the floor. No wonder she hadn't made a sound. She slumped down, but her body remained draped over the back of the sofa. Seeing that she had no intention of resisting, I walked to the front of the sofa, knelt on one knee on the cushion, and brought my already throbbing lower body to her. I stared at her with an unquestionable gaze. She was a mature woman and, of course, knew what I meant, but having never been forced before, she hesitated. Then, I used another tactic, threatening her… "Sis, I've already gone all out today, you don't want me to tell anyone, right..."

She helplessly raised her head, slowly raised her hand, helped me unbutton my shirt, pulled down my trousers, and then slowly pulled down my underwear. The rhythm was simply... Perhaps because it had been played with too much, my penis had gone from hard to semi-soft. She held my base with one hand and supported my hip with the other. The tender skin and long, fleshy fingers gave me a great stimulation, and I almost lost control. She first stroked it back and forth for a while, and seeing that I didn't get aroused, she looked up at me, and then the hand supporting my hip touched my scrotum, gently playing with it. Then she straightened her charming neck, opened her jade mouth, and took my glans in, sucking it a few times with a little force. It was definitely a feeling of bliss, I believe everyone will believe it. I immediately became aroused. Her head moved back and forth, making my glans... My head was moving in and out of her mouth. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it, saying, "Tongue." She was indeed clever; she immediately curled her tongue and licked my glans. Then, with just one command from me, she would accurately follow. Thus, I fully enjoyed her tongue skills, licking my scrotum until it was wet. Suddenly, I wanted to test her limits, so I stood a little higher, with my back to her. She didn't understand. I said from behind. She hesitated for a while. I said, "I'll call your husband in Shanghai right now and tell him I had a great time at your house today and don't want to leave yet. Also, I'm going to send him some great photos to admire." I waved the camera in my hand, which I had found by the foot of the sofa. She hurriedly looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "No!" Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my penis, stroking it back and forth. I said, "And your mouth." She then... The feeling of her obediently kissing and licking my buttocks, especially the "middle," was absolutely wonderful. She licked down my buttocks from my waist down, then lingered on my anus. I really didn't expect her to do this; it surprised me. I thought she was so skilled. But then I realized she probably wanted me to finish quickly, and it did make me want to ejaculate immediately. I immediately turned around and went back behind the sofa. She looked at me suspiciously, wondering what I was going to do. I pressed her smooth back down onto the sofa back again. She realized something and started resisting again. Sure enough, there was a problem earlier. I didn't care what she said. I grabbed her buttocks with one hand and lifted them up, while grabbing her hair with the other. I aimed at her vulva and thrust in. Before she could even resist, I had her inside me. I saw her head jerk up and scream, "Ah..."

This sound had transformed from pain into excitement. I knew I had her. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions tightly, her body swaying back and forth with my thrusts. With each thrust, her plump buttocks made intimate contact with mine. My dream had come true. This alluring woman, this sexy ass, her most coveted vagina was inside me, penetrated by me. Ying had no strength left to resist. She lay on the sofa, letting me fuck her. But then I slowed down. I wanted to tease her. "Being fucked feels different from regular sex, doesn't it? Let me tell you, I'm already hooked. I want to fuck you again." Hearing this, she was startled and began to resist again. "You...you're so bad, you...ah...I...ah..." I moved faster and slower, deeper and shallower, not letting her finish her sentence. I wanted to make her lose control. She started to writhe, and I pulled out my penis, but I didn't change her passive position. I raised the muzzle, and she tensed up, arching her back because my glans touched her anus. Yes, she wasn't wrong, but there was no time or ability to escape. I thrust my fully lubricated penis into her untouched virgin territory without hesitation. She stretched her neck and back, letting out a pitiful groan, but it was only less than halfway in. She gasped, "No...no, no, I can't take it...ah, don't go any further." It was so tight there, which excited me immensely. I watched her plump buttocks sticking up high, and I wasn't about to give up. With a forceful thrust, it went in all the way. At this moment, all her most precious parts belonged to me. Ying's hands waved wildly in the air, and every time I penetrated her, she would moan, which was the greatest stimulation for me. I picked her up again, laid her face down on the sofa, and pressed my whole body against her back. She seemed to have completely given up, letting me take whatever I wanted from her. At this moment, waves of pleasure surged through my lower body. I said in a commanding tone, "Push your ass up." She completely changed, desperately lifting her buttocks and actively using her vagina to rape my penis, while letting out a captivating moan. Even without having sex with her, her moans were unbearable to hear.

I endured it, letting her offer herself. I pinched, flicked, pulled, and flicked her erect nipples. She moaned even more seductively. I almost pushed her into the sofa. Finally, under the onslaught of her plump buttocks, a surge of heat gushed out, all of it absorbed by her body. At the same time, her whole body tensed up, her brows furrowed, and she tossed her long hair back. Then, a surge of heat hit the head of my penis. I lay on top of her for two minutes, not even pulling my penis out. She didn't move either; her irresistible buttocks were pressed against my lower abdomen, still so resilient. I gently stroked it, slowly pulled out, and turned her over. Good heavens, she had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying it. When I looked at her again, she immediately composed herself, her eyes filled with a mournful expression. That look was like an aphrodisiac for me. I said, "It's all wet down there, help me clean it up." She stood up and silently led me to the bathroom, turned on the water, and I hugged her tightly. "I said, you help me." She pursed her lips, unsure... She was thinking about something, then she squatted down, slowly lifted my now-normal penis, and put it in her mouth, her tongue rolling over it. One hand rubbed my scrotum, and the other hand moved down my crotch to my anus, massaging it with a little force and gently inserting it. When I became erect again, she sucked all the evidence from my penis, the culprit that had just mercilessly fucked me, and then suddenly started thrusting back and forth rapidly, her tongue clicking frantically and her mouth pumping quickly. I let out a helpless roar and ejaculated once more. "It's clean now,"

what happened next was completely unexpected. As we put our clothes back on, I regained my senses. "Sister Ying... I..." "Don't say anything," she pressed her finger to my lips, stopping me from continuing. "Actually, I... I wanted you to come up to me just now too." I was so surprised I didn't know what to say, I just stared at her with wide eyes. At this moment, she became even calmer. "Then why were you... so unwilling just now?" "So unwilling, right? Although, that was what I longed for, it was, after all, the first time I'd been violated like this... Do you think I'm a promiscuous woman?"

"Of course not," I whispered. "Besides, you played with me so much..."

Good heavens, hearing her say "I was played with by you" almost made me lose control again. I knew it. Her husband was away all year round, and she had been alone in her empty house for so long. For a healthy and sexy woman like her, she must have endured a lot of torment. I raised my hand to delete the photos from the camera, but she stopped me. "I know you're not a shameless person, so I'll let you do this. Download these photos to my computer, and I'll keep them safe as evidence of your crimes." She smiled faintly, and I handed her the camera. Before leaving, I turned back and kissed her cheek, but she reciprocated with her own lips. We kissed passionately for half a minute before reluctantly leaving. After a long while, I heard her close the door behind me... (The End)

Chapter 40: He Used Thick Semen to Paint My Wife's Uterus.

I always thought my wife was a woman who couldn't possibly stray. She was smart, beautiful, and lively, and at 29 years old, she possessed the charm of a mature woman, naturally attracting many men's desires. However, in all the years of our marriage, apart from the occasional scandal involving me, I had always been completely at ease with my wife.

But women are no different from us men, only their behavior and actions differ. This is how I felt after discovering she had a lover. He was 7 years older than my wife and 5 years older than me, and he was a close friend of mine for many years.

I had known him for almost seven years. He was single because his family broke apart due to a romantic relationship. He was a makeup artist, financially well-off, and after his divorce, he had a constant stream of women around him, but most of them weren't interested in his wealth, but rather in his unique approach to women, both physically and sexually. My wife was one of them; she admitted that his skills in bed made her infatuated.

I only discovered their relationship after almost seven months, but I didn't confront them. First, I wasn't honest myself, so I had no right to demand anything from others; second, for the past two years, my biggest sexual desire had been to see what my wife looked like in another man's arms; third, their relationship was purely physical, and conversely, my wife and I both felt guilty towards each other, naturally investing more emotionally, making our emotional life more mature and passionate than before.

However, their relationship was somewhat risky during this time, as it progressed to the bedroom, and over time, feelings inevitably developed. In fact, he had always harbored inappropriate thoughts towards my wife, but he was too proud and didn't have the opportunity to act on them. But I inadvertently created an opportunity for him. He was a frequent visitor to my home, and over time, everyone naturally became more relaxed and less formal.

Last June, I went to Germany on a four-month business trip. Before leaving, I asked him to take care of my wife. When I returned, I discovered their relationship had gone beyond friendship. I found photos of my wife and him on his computer—nude, resembling images from pornographic websites. My wife admitted it and told me they had also recorded videos with other people! I never imagined my wife could be so promiscuous, but after seeing the photos and videos, I felt more excited than angry.

My wife told me what had happened. It was a Saturday afternoon a month after I left. She was taking a nap when he called and invited her to his house for dinner that evening. Having nothing else to do, she agreed. Unexpectedly, it started raining heavily on the way, soaking her completely. When she arrived at his house, her skirt and top were soaked and she was in a sorry state. He took out a towel to dry her off.

My wife said he offered to help, and she didn't refuse. However, he knelt down and wiped her feet and legs, constantly praising how beautiful they were. Afterwards, he made his wife change into his clothes. She took off her underwear in the bathroom and put on his shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, he suddenly pinned her against the wall, hugged her, and kissed her neck. When she tried to break free, his hand was already inside her shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear, and she said she didn't know what to do.

At that moment, he suddenly ripped open her shirt, held her hands down, and took her nipple into his mouth. Normally, her nipples are her most sensitive spot during sex, and she completely loses control when he takes them in his mouth. She was the same way then, and he had only told her "I love you to death." Under these circumstances, she completely lost control and let him do as he pleased.

He then stripped her naked, carried her to the sofa, licked her body all over, and then made love to her. She said she let him do as he pleased on the sofa all night, and that his techniques and skill were something no woman could resist.

From then on, my wife was hopelessly infatuated. He constantly came up with new ways to make her swoon and have sex with him. They did it in bed, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the table, and outdoors. During her time with him, my wife was a complete slut.

I confronted him and told him that my wife had admitted to their relationship. He was embarrassed. I told him I wouldn't blame him, but I wanted to see them truly together. He was surprised and scared, thinking I wanted to punish him. I explained my thoughts to him, and he found it strange. I told him to think about it for a while and then tell me, because I knew he couldn't bear to lose such a beauty as my wife. At that time, my wife was also indulging in the thrill of sex, and my wish was almost certainly fulfilled.

Sure enough, one day, my wife asked me if I really minded her sleeping with other men. I knew they had discussed it. I said, "I cherish your feelings for me more. I admit my thoughts are a bit twisted, but I really think it's a way for you to make amends to me."

My wife worried that I would despise her from then on. I said that was impossible; if I could give her good sex, he wouldn't have had the chance to do it. My wife didn't say anything more, and no one brought it up again, but it was still a little awkward when we met.

One day in mid-August this year, I invited him to our home. He said he was in the process of immigrating to Australia. During dinner, he formally apologized to my wife and me, and my wife blushed. I said, "You'll always be my friend."

I looked at my wife, but half-jokingly said to him, "You still owe me something!"

My wife and he were both surprised. I took the opportunity to say to him, "If neither of you wants to, I won't force you, but since you're leaving, give her one last hug!"

He looked at me, then at my wife. I nodded to him, and he took my wife's hand. I noticed that my wife started to tremble, and her eyes were a little wet. I went over and pulled them to the sofa. My wife sat in the middle, and I moved to the sofa opposite her. No one spoke. He took my wife's hand again, and I knelt down and began to kiss my wife's legs, my hands caressing her waist.

My wife slowly relaxed. He put his arm around her shoulders and began kissing her face, then her ears. I continued massaging her legs, slowly lifting her skirt until her fair thighs were fully exposed. Her white thong clung tightly to her full vulva, and she began to kiss him involuntarily.

He held her close; she closed her eyes, placing one hand on his chest and the other gripping the cushion tightly, completely absorbed in the moment. At that moment, I felt jealous and possessive, but my desire overcame my reason. I explored her vulva through her thong, and she moaned, her legs clamping even tighter.

I retreated to the sofa to watch their performance. He moved her legs onto his own, his lips never leaving hers. He held her with his left arm and unbuttoned the third and fourth buttons of her blouse with his right, revealing her bra. His right hand first touched outside the bra, then slowly slipped inside to caress her breasts, while he kissed her neck and chest. My wife's face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly.

He unbuttoned all her clothes, then unhooked her bra with his left hand, exposing her upper body completely to the two men, her nipples hard. He put her back on the sofa, lowered his head, and began licking her nipples, circling them, then taking them both into his mouth. My wife began to hug his head, moaning loudly and writhing. By this time, my penis was already erect in my pants.

He continued kissing my wife's body, very gently, his right hand caressing her thighs. Then he laid her flat on the sofa, kneeling in front of it, kissing her from her thighs down to her feet. When he took her toes into his mouth, she couldn't help but bite her lip and moan, gripping the sofa with both hands.

He continued kissing upwards, sometimes circling her knees and thighs with his tongue, then slowly pulled down her skirt and underwear. My wife lay naked on the sofa. He lifted her left leg and placed it on the back of the sofa, then lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder. His head was between her legs, and his tongue began to lick her genitals. My wife moaned and writhed. Watching my wife being played with by someone else, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. I really wanted to join in, but I was afraid of ruining the mood.

His tongue teased my wife's genitals rapidly. The love juice flowing from her vagina and his saliva had already clung to her pubic hair. My wife didn't have much pubic hair, but her vulva was thick, making it even more clearly visible—red and swollen. Then, he placed a cushion under my wife's buttocks and lowered his head again to lick her genitals. One hand gently began to manipulate my wife's anus from below, then he licked her perineum with his tongue, and then back to her anus. My wife began to tremble and moan loudly again. He also inserted one of his middle fingers into my wife's vagina, and she moved up and down in rhythm with him.

This continued for nearly twenty minutes. He stood up, and I noticed his penis was thicker and longer than mine, and it curved downwards like a hook—no wonder my wife was so fascinated. He stood on the sofa, straddling my wife's neck with his legs spread apart. Her head was directly facing his large member; I knew he wanted her to perform oral sex on him.

My wife quickly opened her eyes briefly and then closed them again, one hand gripping the base of his penis. He thrust forward, and the glans entered her mouth. My wife enveloped his glans with her lips, and he moved his body back and forth, moving his penis in and out of her mouth.

My wife began to perform oral sex on him, one hand kneading his testicles, the other stroking her own genitals. After a minute or two, he pulled out his penis and returned between my wife's legs, spreading them apart with his hands. I examined my wife's genitals closely; they were already swollen and red. Her vagina was open, about a quarter of the way open, a small opening the size of a fingernail, filled with glistening fluid. Her anus was also beginning to twitch.

He grasped his penis and aimed it at his wife's vagina. Since the glans was already red and hard from her sucking, he easily inserted it. His wife let out another "hmm," tilting her head back against the sofa. He thrust his hips forward, widening her vagina, and his penis entered further.

Suddenly, he pressed down between her legs, quickly inserting his entire penis into her vagina. His wife cried out loudly, quickly pressing her hands against her lower abdomen, biting her upper lip with her lower teeth, and tightly clamping her legs around his waist. He knelt on the sofa, supporting his wife's waist with both hands, and began thrusting between her legs, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed. His wife began sucking on her fingers, making "hmm" sounds.

His speed increased, and his wife's genitals began to make "plop, plop" sounds of wetness. His thighs slammed against his wife's buttocks and genitals, making crisp "slap, slap" sounds. As his rhythm shifted between fast and slow, his wife's cries became incoherent.

After a while, he lowered her legs, continuing his rapid thrusting while simultaneously reaching over to suckle one of her nipples. After only a few thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "I want it! I want it..."

He then collapsed onto her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs raised and hooked around his buttocks, drawing his penis deeper into her vagina. Trembling, he said to her, "Yes, baby, squeeze me tight, harder, squeeze me like this... I love you so much, my little baby!"

His penis then thrust even faster and harder into her vagina. Her vulva was smeared with her secretions, her swollen labia tightly gripping his penis, pulling in and out with each thrust. I knew she was about to climax. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and then parted again. Suddenly, his head snapped up, moaning "Ah ah," indicating he was about to ejaculate.

He lay on top of his wife, his lower body heaving wildly, his penis pounding and thrusting into her vagina like a pile driver. His wife trembled, her mouth agape as she screamed as if crying. Then, he pressed his lower abdomen between her legs, his penis fully inside her vagina, remaining still. His buttocks twitched a few times before he ejaculated a large amount of semen into her body, then collapsed onto her like a deflated balloon.

In just a few seconds, his wife climbed up from under him, sat in my lap, and hugged me tightly, her flushed face pressed against my neck as she kissed me passionately. I caressed her; her orgasmic excitement continued, her nipples still erect, her hardened clitoris still protruding from her labia, and the semen flowing from her vagina made my shorts sticky.

As he hurriedly prepared to get dressed, I glanced at his penis, which, though semi-erect, was still quite large and covered in my wife's vaginal fluid and his semen, and said, "You two should take a shower first!"

My wife wanted me to help her wash, but I said, "Why don't we shower together? Let him help you."

I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom with them. He knelt down and used the showerhead to wash my wife's groin, gently stroking her pubic hair and vulva, carefully parting her labia to clean inside, and even using his fingers to scoop out the remaining semen from her vagina. I washed my wife's upper body, but seeing her in the mirror looking exceptionally sexy under the caresses of two men, my penis remained hard, pressing tightly against her buttocks.

He knelt below my wife, turned the showerhead to its maximum, and sprayed water onto her vulva, the water washing over her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. My wife was aroused again, squinting her eyes and moaning "Ah ah." He stroked her for a while and then kissed her genitals. Her body went limp, and she turned and knelt down to take my penis in her mouth, while her other hand gripped his penis and began to stroke it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned off the shower and led my wife and him to the bedroom.

I lay on the bed, and my wife knelt beside me, giving me oral sex, while he knelt below, licking her buttocks. After a while, I had my wife stay still, then moved behind her, and he lay on the bed, letting her give him oral sex. As I entered her vagina from behind, I watched his penis gradually harden under her vigorous sucking. Then I had my wife lie down, and I thrust into her from the front, while he kneaded her nipples beside me.

This thrill of watching my wife being played with quickly brought me to orgasm, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her vagina. He made his wife kneel on the bed, then entered her vagina from behind again. It was already red and swollen, overflowing with the semen of two men. While he was having sex with her, he gently inserted his saliva-moistened thumb into her anus. Soon, she reached another orgasm, and he continued thrusting.

Finally, when she was completely limp and lying on the bed, he pulled out his penis and suddenly pressed it against her anus. She cried out, "No! I don't want to..."

But at that moment, he began to ejaculate, filling her anus and round buttocks with streams of white semen, flowing down her thighs. That night, his wife slept between the two men until noon the next day.

(Article 41: A Seven-Day Trip to Thailand - Couple's Oil Massage

Author: Unknown)

We have been married for 17 years, and the unexpected and interesting things that happened during our trip are still unforgettable. Since it happened abroad, we would definitely go again together if given the chance.

Our seven-day trip to Bangkok, Thailand, will not be detailed here, but we stayed at a six-star hotel during a holiday. The other room in the complex had a separate massage bed and bathtub for two people. I was told that I could hire senior massage therapists, men under 25 and women under 23.

That evening, the handsome male and beautiful female massage therapists arrived, and my wife was shy and said no! My wife and I stripped naked and lay face down on the massage bed. There was a cylindrical center point on the bed, and during the massage, due to our position, our buttocks were positioned in the middle of the cylinder. The massage therapists would skillfully and slowly raise it as needed.

The massage therapists asked in simple English, "Would you like a back scrub and a bath?"

My wife was hesitant at first, but I replied, "No problem."

The ultrasonic bathtub was quite spacious. The male therapist was shirtless, with well-defined muscles, wearing a pair of large floral pants; the female therapist wore a floral bra, had a fit figure, and wore floral beach shorts.

My wife shyly asked me to dim the large bathroom light. Actually, although my wife is 42 years old, she takes good care of herself and has a great figure!

The couple lay on either side of the jacuzzi, with the masseuse behind them, massaging their heads and shoulders. The fragrant bath oils and the swirling jacuzzi were so relaxing!

After about fifteen minutes, my wife shyly covered herself with a towel as she got up. We lay face down on the massage bed, our buttocks covered with towels, only feeling the slippery oils on our bodies. The female masseuse then began her massage, her strength and technique very skillful.

As soon as I lay down, she pressed my buttocks with her left hand, indicating to wait a moment. Then, she used her right hand to support my penis and testicles from under my buttocks and pulled them back, while her left hand pressed down, meaning that my body wouldn't be pressing on my penis when I lay down—so thoughtful.

She massaged from my shoulders, arms, back, spine, waist, buttocks, thighs, calves, and feet... especially when she massaged my inner thighs, her fingernails would intentionally and lightly scrape my glans, making me feel incredibly relaxed. My penis became erect, and I could even hear the masseuse chuckling softly. I said in English, "Is my dick okay?"

The masseur's smile became even more lewd, and he replied, "Yes, it's quite big."

Just like what everyone says, couples who have been together for a long time really need some stimulation in their sex life. Anyway, we're abroad (in Thailand) and don't know anyone, only we know, so it's fine if we don't tell anyone.

Midway through the massage, I seemed to hear my wife enjoying the massage. With each press of the masseur, my wife would moan, and the moans were getting louder and louder. It seemed my wife was enjoying the massage from a handsome man! I gestured for them to be quiet, got up and sat on the edge of the bed watching my wife enjoy it, and asked her, "Is the massage okay?"

My wife didn't answer.

At this moment, the masseur was massaging my wife's buttocks and waist, with the towel only covering her thighs. I thought to myself, besides me, this male masseur is probably the only other person in my wife's life who has touched her buttocks! Actually, men and women are the same; they both crave the stimulation and pleasure of being massaged all over by someone of the opposite sex.

The male masseur glanced at me, chuckled, and covered my wife's buttocks with a towel before beginning to massage her thighs. My wife's long, slender legs were slightly parted, and the first thing I saw was her plump vulva with its long, thin labia. At that moment, I had a strange feeling: Damn! This guy has seen my wife's vulva completely!

Actually, this masseur has seen many women's private parts. Afterwards, the masseur said that he massages couples every day, probably more than five couples a day!

The masseur was massaging my wife's thighs, and I gestured for him to massage the inner thighs. I noticed that whenever the masseur pressed near the edge of her vulva, my wife would moan excitedly, and her legs would involuntarily open wider. I gestured for the female masseur to also massage my wife's calves. At this point, my wife was completely immersed in the pleasure of the massage and didn't even notice four hands roaming over her lower body, becoming even more excited.

The lighting was initially dim, but I deliberately turned on the wall lamp, illuminating my wife's entire lower body. Her legs were now spread wide, right at the edge of the bed. I lowered my head and knelt down between her buttocks, realizing she was truly experiencing something new, exciting, and thrilling. Despite her usual demure demeanor, her vagina was now overflowing with desire; her labia were swollen and engorged, opening and closing slightly with excitement, her vulva soaked with glistening fluid, even the sides were wet.

I deliberately gestured for the masseur to press further inwards and down the lower edge. After a few more massages, my wife's moans grew louder. Each time the masseur pressed down and kneaded back and forth, my wife moaned even more excitedly, and with each press, her buttocks would lift higher and higher.

Deep down, every woman has a well-concealed inner world, but deep down, there's also a desire for excitement and stimulation. With her husband's encouragement and in a safe environment, she can truly relax and enjoy the moment. My wife was completely relaxed and enjoying herself, forgetting about her husband beside her!

Seeing her excitement, I deliberately placed my palm against her buttocks, my index and middle fingers tightly pinching her engorged labia, while simultaneously pushing inside. At this moment, her moans turned into soft "ah..."

groans, and her buttocks lifted even higher. Now my wife was truly letting go.

After a moment, the male instructor signaled to turn her over. My wife rolled over, looking weak and listless, barely opening her eyes. The female instructor covered her eyes with a towel, and then I greeted my wife, "Now you're facing out."

My wife didn't say anything, just nodded. Wow! She really seemed to be enjoying herself!

I gestured to the female masseuse that I wouldn't do it anymore, and that she could serve my wife instead. I explained everything to her, and she nodded in agreement.

The female masseuse poured fragrant essential oil on my wife's chest, and she let out a soft moan and arched her back slightly. At this moment, the male masseuse removed the towel, and my wife's entire naked body was immediately exposed to onlookers. My wife didn't seem shy at all, and even generously parted her legs slightly. The male masseuse also poured essential oil on her navel and thighs, and my wife again let out a soft moan and gently lifted her leg.

Although my wife is 42 years old, her skin and figure are remarkably well-maintained. Although her breasts are a little small, they're still just right! Before this, my wife and I had discussed it. Massage is a national art in Thailand, and we wanted to do it together as a couple, with male and female masseuses. Our communication went very smoothly, which led to this unique experience.

My wife was completely absorbed in the moment, lost in the moment. The female instructor was rhythmically massaging her chest, and my wife would occasionally arch her back slightly. I secretly signaled to the male instructor to massage the inner thighs near her vulva with both palms, while my own hands roamed around the sides of her vulva. My wife was truly enjoying the teasing, unaware that six hands were moving around her body.

I used my right palm to form a knife-like shape, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly gripping the inner thigh of my wife's groin, sometimes squeezing in slightly to touch her clitoris, and sometimes gently gliding my little finger around her vulva. My left fingers gently rubbed my wife's nipples, which became erect and hard with excitement. With my light touch, the male instructor could tell that my wife was aroused.

I noticed the central column of the massage bed slowly rising, making my wife's vulva even more prominent. The male masseur skillfully combed her pubic hair back with his palm; due to the essential oil, the hair lay flat and smooth against the back. My wife's plump vulva and wetness further aroused me.

At this moment, my wife's moans became even more lewd: "Ah...ah...so good...husband, husband...so good...husband..."

In all our decades of marriage, my wife had never been so excited or stimulated. I saw her gripping the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, constantly thrusting her hips and twisting her waist. I noticed the female masseur skillfully pressed down on my wife's shoulders, exposing her prominent vulva to a stranger and her husband, making her moans even more intense.

At this moment, the male instructor gave me a strange look, then took out a dildo from a small box. It was about 16 centimeters long, but quite thick, and covered with bumps. There was also a smaller one, which didn't look like a dildo; the head was cone-shaped, only about 5 centimeters long, and it would rotate in an arc when turned on.

The male instructor said, "OK?"

I nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Then the male instructor put on a pair of thin gloves, similar to those used for surgery (he later explained that this was one of the most popular services among Japanese couples, and he usually recommended it to tourists, but it cost extra). Wow! I really didn't expect this service. Since we were here, I might as well let my wife experience this!

The male and female instructors were very professional in this regard. They asked me to come behind my wife and instructed me to press down on her shoulders, because my wife would become extremely excited and her whole body would tremble violently from the stimulation. While I was behind her, the male instructor also took the opportunity to caress my wife's breasts.

The male and female instructors, both wearing thin gloves, stood on either side of my wife. Then, the central pillar on the bed slowly rose again. I saw my wife with a towel covering her face and her lips pursed; she must have known she was about to experience another moment of stimulation and was extremely excited.

I squeezed my wife's breasts with a little force, then slid them away, repeating this several times. Then I leaned close to my wife's ear and asked, "Wife, is it good? Is it comfortable? Do you want more?"

My wife nodded and said, "Husband, don't go away."

I kissed her and said, "Wife, relax and enjoy it slowly!"

At this moment, my wife removed the towel, and she squinted her eyes, letting out a wanton moan: "Husband... I love you!" I saw the female instructor skillfully use her left index and middle fingers to part my wife's labia, while her right index finger rhythmically stroked my wife's clitoris. My wife cried out

excitedly, "Ah... ah... so comfortable... husband... so comfortable..." Then I saw the male instructor hold the dildo, smear some oil on it, and slowly insert it into her vagina. At that moment, my mother-in-law let out a low moan, "Ah..." Her head arched upwards, her eyes rolling back, "Ah...ah...ah..." She gripped my arm tightly with both hands, "Husband...it's so thick~" I stood up and kissed her deeply. She hooked her arms around my neck, moaning lasciviously, "Husband, tell him to go faster..." Honestly, I didn't even need to say anything; the male instructor, with his experience, had already noticed her excitement. He didn't deliberately speed things up; he simply held the dildo and skillfully and slowly thrust it in and out. With the female instructor manipulating it on one side and the male instructor thrusting on the other, their movements were perfectly synchronized. By this time, my wife was completely unrestrained, screaming, "Husband...husband...it feels so good...so good...I want more...more...faster...harder..." The male and female masseuses were quite adept at controlling the atmosphere. At this point, the male masseur's thrusting began to quicken (of course, not too fast, otherwise it would be uncomfortable). My wife climaxed several times, wave after wave of orgasms making her lose all sense of self. Sometimes she would open her eyes wide and remain silent, sometimes she would roll her eyes and growl softly. Of course, my penis was also throbbing high between my legs. I noticed that the female masseur was also secretly watching my penis. I smiled at her, and she squinted at me and blinked. After a while, my wife was half-paralyzed on the massage bed, panting heavily, as the male and female masseuses worked her. The male and female masseuses tacitly arranged my wife's position as a side position, her legs bent like a shrimp, her vagina shaped like a peach. At this point, the female instructor poured some oil onto the opening and gently massaged it (she used her right index and ring fingers to hold both sides of the opening and then slowly applied pressure back and forth). I asked my wife, "Does this feel good?" My wife lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her chest, seemingly enjoying herself: "Honey...it felt so good, really so good!" I thought to myself, we've been married for 17 years, and this is finally a treat. I noticed that the dildo the male instructor was using was different from the usual sex toys on the market. The male instructor noticed my surprised expression and explained that his boss bought it in the United States. Las Vegas holds an "erotic toy expo" every year. Unlike the usual ones, the materials on the market are harder and rougher, lacking smoothness. The one the male instructor was using was of a higher grade, made of 100% silicone, with moderate hardness, and it would generate a little heat during use, making it more comfortable for women. The male masseuses receive training before serving clients, which explains why they adjust their rhythms based on the client's reactions, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, with perfect control over force and depth. Initially, they focus on the tip, then the middle section. When the female client becomes excited and arches her back and shakes her hips, the masseuses know to fully penetrate. The masseuses explain that the female masseuses are more professionally trained because women's anatomy is similar; they appropriately stimulate each other's sensitive and itchy areas. The masseuses observe the client's level of arousal and provide appropriate stimulation, using different rhythms to bring her to orgasm, thus providing the most intense enjoyment. The masseuses also mention that Japanese couples are particularly bold, indulging to the fullest, and willing to spend money, offering countless variations. I think the masseuses were trying to persuade me, as he saw my wife's heightened arousal and wanted more stimulation. I gestured to him, "This is enough." Besides, I added another session, since it was our first time here.

At this moment, I vaguely heard my mother-in-law's lewd moans. I saw the female instructor holding a vibrating egg, which seemed to be longer than usual, about 10 centimeters long and as thick as a thumb. My mother-in-law remained curled up in a shrimp-like position. The female instructor slid the vibrating egg around the entrance of my mother-in-law's vagina, controlling the intensity of the switch with her left hand. My mother-in-law trembled with excitement again. It turned out that the massage at the entrance of my mother-in-law's vagina earlier was foreplay.

The female instructor gently moved in and out of the narrow crevice of my mother-in-law's vagina, which was tightly closed between her legs, in accordance with the frequency of the vibration. My mother-in-law was extremely excited again, and was stimulated to the point of shouting, "Ah...husband...I'm coming again...I can't take it...it's so stimulating..."

Under the dual stimulation, my mother-in-law excitedly squinted at me and said, "Oh...husband...it's so stimulating..."

Then she slowly turned to lie face down, slightly raising and twisting her buttocks, and the lewd moans continued.

The female instructor had a keen understanding of the grandmother's emotions and reactions. At this point, she instructed the male instructor to stand beside the grandmother and apply essential oil to her back, giving a rhythmic massage. She also instructed me to stand in front of the grandmother, allowing her to hold my waist with her hands, as the grandmother would become excited and writhe and undulate her entire body.

The female instructor slowly inserted the vibrator into the grandmother's vagina, pinching the wire at the end of the vibrator with her left hand (to prevent it from getting stuck inside), and controlling the intensity of the stimulation based on the grandmother's level of arousal. The male instructor, with perfect coordination, pressed down on the outer thighs of the woman's body to increase the tightness of her thighs. This ensured the dildo was firmly inside her vagina. Under the female instructor's skillful control, the dildo's vibrations stimulated the woman to extreme arousal, sending waves of pleasure through her. She cried out, "Ah...so good...ah...husband...I can't take it...ah...I don't want it anymore...it's too good..." At

this moment, the female instructor signaled the male instructor to slowly raise the cylinder in the middle of the bed. She gently withdrew the dildo from her vagina (she said it shouldn't be used for too long, as it was very stimulating). The male instructor took the dildo, applied some oil, and as soon as the dildo was removed, slowly inserted it into her vagina. The timing was perfect. The woman tilted her head back and

groaned , "Ah..."

The male instructor held the dildo and rhythmically thrust in and out, moving faster and slower in sync with the woman's excited cries. The female instructor skillfully inserted her middle finger slowly into the old woman's anus, causing the old woman to let out another long moan.

I could feel that the old woman was now driven to madness by extreme pleasure and excitement; her ten fingertips were tightly gripping my waist, and I casually rubbed her back.

At this moment, the female instructor smoothly inserted and withdrew her entire middle finger into the old woman's anus, and the male instructor moved rhythmically in sync with her: the female instructor inserted her finger, the male instructor withdrew the dildo, the male instructor inserted the dildo, the female instructor withdrew... this in-and-out motion stimulated the old woman's two orifices respectively; sometimes they changed the pattern: the dildo and the finger went in and out at the same time. The old woman's excited cries grew stronger and stronger; I think any woman would be unable to withstand such service.

The old woman's excited cries grew louder and louder, her whole body twisted and trembled, and she ejaculated wildly again, her vaginal fluids soaking a large puddle on the bed beneath her. The male and female masseuses seemed to understand the situation. After the old woman finished, their movements gradually stopped, and the cylinder returned to its original position.

After tidying her up a bit, the female masseuse turned the old woman onto her back, covering her face and waist with towels, while the male masseuse tidied up. At this point, the old woman was completely limp and lethargic, barely able to move. In the final moments, the female masseuse gave the old woman one last full-body massage.

Then, the male masseuse said to me in fluent English, "Later, you can go to the steam room to evaporate the essential oils, and then take a hot bath in the spa. That should be fine."

The old woman was still lying on the massage bed, too tired to notice where she had fallen asleep. I carried the old woman to the steam room for a sauna, then back to the spa for a bath. By the time we got back to bed, it was almost 6 pm, a total of nearly four hours. The old woman thoroughly enjoyed herself, and I was truly amazed. As tourists say, massage is truly Thailand's "national art."

I went back to the room for a short nap, and suddenly I felt my wife climb on top of me, kissing and cuddling me. I said, "Honey, aren't you satisfied? You want more..."

My wife said, "I want you, yours is better."

After this experience, my wife became more proactive in bed, showing a mature charm and desire, and exuding a strong mature woman's allure.

My wife kissed my chest and asked, "Honey, were you jealous just now?"

I said, "No."

My wife exclaimed, "That was really comfortable, I had several orgasms, so stimulating! So exciting! Let's do it again next time."

My wife gently sucked on my penis, swallowing it completely and then slowly spitting it out; I also gestured for my wife to switch to the 69 position, letting me lick her pussy. My wife's pussy recovered quickly, and was filled with lustful fluid again. Hehe, I've been using this pussy for 17 years.

Today, my wife and I were both especially excited, making love happily, thoroughly, and excitedly. 10-08
42nd Class Reunion Class Reunion

Class Reunion Class Reunion, which is about having affairs. My name is Sun Wei, and my friends call me Awei. Last week I went to Shanghai on a business trip and contacted a high school classmate who lived there. Unexpectedly, she invited me to dinner, saying it was a matter of hospitality. Her name is Wu Qiong; she has big eyes, a small mouth, short hair, fair skin, and two dimples when she smiles. She has a cheerful personality and looks like a high school girl from a Japanese AV—just thinking about her makes me want to. We arranged to meet at a place near my hotel. While waiting for her, I fantasized about what she would look like now, since we hadn't seen each other for over four years. Just then, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around quickly. "Wu Qiong?"

"Hi, it's me! Don't you recognize me, Awei?"

I looked at the girl in front of me in surprise. She wore a pink cropped top, a light blue mini-skirt, and a faint scent of rose perfume, exuding a youthful, sporty, and sexy aura… "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Oh…oh, you're so beautiful, I didn't recognize you at first,"

I joked. She chuckled and said, "You're teasing me again. You're still as slippery as you were in high school."

"No way, I'm just telling the truth. Don't just stand there. Didn't you say you were treating? It's almost seven, let's go in."

"You, let's go."

During dinner, we chatted happily and drank quite a bit. I learned she had a boyfriend here, 35 years old, working for a foreign company. He treated her very well, but he was often away on business trips. He had just left yesterday and wouldn't be back for over a week. Their relationship was very good, and they planned to get married next October. Around 9 pm, we were quite drunk. She was a little tipsy, her face flushed, which added to her allure. Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to sleep with her. So I started planning my blissful night... "We're all full, haha, what else is there, beautiful lady?"

"Tell me, whatever you want, I'll satisfy you."

(I want to sleep with you, am I satisfied? Of course, this was just what I was thinking. "How would I know? Let's go out first, I'll think about it as we walk."

As soon as we stepped out, we noticed it was drizzling. I thought, "Heaven is helping me!"

"Oh dear, it's raining, where are we going?"

she asked. After a moment's thought, she said, "This rain won't last long, it'll probably stop soon. It's not even 10 o'clock yet, let's go to my place and chat for a while, and maybe sober up a bit, you seem a little unsteady on your feet. After the rain stops, I'll show you the night view."

"Okay, hehe, I am a little dizzy. Let's go." (Haha, she fell for it.) After arriving at the hotel, I locked the door and said to her, "You rest first, I'll change into something more comfortable, this business suit is too uncomfortable."

"Okay, sure. My head hurts a bit from the wind, I'll lie down for a while!"

"If you lie down for a while, I'll go take a shower; I feel really uncomfortable."

"Okay, go ahead."

When I came out of the shower, she was still lying down. I went over to her and gently patted her, saying, "Asleep?"

"...Um...no, just lying down."

"Are you still feeling unwell?" "My head doesn't hurt anymore, just a bit tired all over. I haven't drunk this much in a long time."

"You're really tired. Let me give you a full-body massage, it'll really relieve your fatigue."

"Haha, you can massage? Don't kid me."

"What's wrong with that? I go for massages all the time, I've learned it just by watching."

"Okay then, let me enjoy your massage skills."

"Why don't you change into your pajamas first? You'll be more comfortable that way."

"Huh?"

She blushed a little. "Change clothes?"

"Ah, of course, are you afraid I'll bite you? Anyway, your boyfriend isn't home, and it's too late now, so don't go back. Just stay here and chat with me, I can't do anything to you."

"You dare? Okay, but you have to sleep on the floor."

“No problem, as long as you stay with me, I’ll sleep in the bathroom, haha.” (If I keep you here, you’ll be completely at my mercy.) So she changed into her pajamas, climbed onto the bed, and said, “Come on, give me a massage.”

I stood by the bed, looking at her soft body, and could smell her feminine scent. My hands slowly moved to her shoulders, gently massaging. “How’s the pressure? Should I press harder?”

“…Hmm? A little lighter, please.”

My hands moved from her shoulders to her waist, and then to her legs. Even through her clothes, I could feel her soft skin. At the same time, I was already planning my next move… Ten minutes later, I asked, “How is it? Is it comfortable?”

“Not bad, quite comfortable.”

“Want to feel even better?”

“What? Do you know any massage techniques?”

“It’s not a massage, it’s a massage technique. I have some high-quality essential oils that a client gave me. It’s said that using them for massage can improve health, moisturize the skin, and relieve stress. I had an Indian massage the other day, and it was great. I even learned two techniques. But you’d better take a shower first, so you can absorb the essential oils better.”

"Really? I've heard that aromatherapy massage is good for the skin, but I've never had a chance to try it. Well then, let me have you do it for me today. Haha, I'm going to take a shower."

After she finished showering, I was all ready, including having sex with her, of course. But we're cultured people, so having sex with her should be a little more romantic! She was wearing a white towel, her hair loose, her full breasts faintly visible, and she exuded an alluring scent. "Ready to enjoy my service?"

I asked with a smile. "Hehe, ready."

"Then go to the bed first. Then take your arms out of your sleeves."

"Okay,"

she replied, and did as I said. I slowly removed the towel from her upper body, down to her waist, and seeing that she was still wearing a bra, I said, "Take this off, it's in the way."

So I tried to untie it for her, but I couldn't find where to do it. "How do you untie this? I can't find it!"

“Of course you can’t find it. Turn around, I’ll untie it myself. No peeking.”

I turned around and waited a while. “All done,”

she said. I looked back again and sure enough, her fair back was exposed. I glanced at her bra; it was front-opening. Damn, this girl is pretty sexy. I like her. “I’m starting now.” “Okay.”

I dripped some essential oil into my palm, rubbed it in, and gently massaged her back. Such soft skin! Then I poured a generous amount of essential oil onto her slender lower back and began a wide-area massage. “How’s the pressure?”

I asked. “Hmm…not bad.”

I massaged her neck, shoulders, back, and waist for more than ten minutes, then pulled the towel up to her buttocks, revealing her long, slender legs. Through the gaps in the towel, I could vaguely see her light pink panties, but I couldn’t see her private parts. Then I started massaging her legs and feet. “Is it comfortable, beautiful?”

“So-so, haha.”

I gently massaged the outside of her ankles. “Do you know what the benefits of massaging this area regularly are?”

"What?"

"Massaging this area regularly can improve your reproductive health and also enhance your sex life. Hehe."

"Ugh, you!"

"By the way, can I ask you a personal question?"

"What is it?"

"How's your sex life with your boyfriend? How often do you have it?"

"It's great. If he's not on a business trip, we usually have it twice a week. But he's always away on business."

"How long has it been since you last had sex?"

"Um... I had my period last week, and with him being away on business, it's been over ten days."

"Huh? Your boyfriend isn't responsible? Leaving such a beautiful woman alone for so long."

"..."

"Actually, sex can normalize a woman's metabolism, nourish her, and make her skin and mood healthier."

"Nonsense!"

"Really, you can check online if you don't believe me. Sigh, can I ask you something else?"

"Hmm?"

"Having not had sex for so long, do you miss it?"

"Why aren't you answering? Are you embarrassed to say? What's wrong with that? It's normal for a young, healthy woman to have desires for sex. It's perfectly normal."

"...Nonsense!"

I didn't say anything, but my hands moved more aggressively, slowly moving upwards from her feet, lightly touching her inner thighs, and pretending to accidentally brush against her panties. She moved slightly; I knew she felt it. My penis was already hard, but I wasn't done yet, I couldn't rush it. I removed her towel, revealing her perfect body to me. "What a beautiful body!"

I whispered. I moved my hands back to her back, massaging—no, it should be said, caressing—gradually expanding the area. Gently stroking her smooth skin, gliding over her side chest, her body stiffened again. So sensitive! It must be so pleasurable. "Turn over, I need to put some oil on your front too."

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned over, placing her hands on her chest, her eyes slightly closed. I could see... Her face was slightly flushed. I smeared essential oil on my hands and slowly pressed them onto her lower abdomen, stroking evenly, then slowly moving upwards. "How can I apply it if you keep your hands in front? Come on, take your hands off."

She didn't move. So I gently removed her hands, revealing her full breasts, and oh my god, pink cherries. "So beautiful!"

I exclaimed softly again. Silence. She remained silent. When my hands moved to her breasts, I could clearly feel the soft flesh, and her body stiffened again. My hands circled the pink cherries, then I slightly parted my fingers, letting the nipples slide between them. After a few repetitions, I noticed that her nipples had hardened, and her breathing had quickened considerably. My hands lingered for a long time. "You pervert, stop pressing there!"

she said with a laugh. "Oh! Haha, it feels so good, I can't bear to leave."

I slowly removed my hands from her chest, and she immediately put them back down; I knew she was trying to hide it. So I moved my hands to her thighs and gently massaged them, mostly moving them along the inside of her thighs. I accidentally touched her panties again; although I couldn't see inside, I could clearly feel the flesh of her labia. "How are you feeling? Do you feel more comfortable and relaxed?"

"...Mmm! Much better. My dizziness isn't there anymore."

"You have to thank me, right?"

"Hehe, okay? How do you want me to thank you?"

"Hmm...Let me kiss you!"

Without waiting for her reply, I put my lips to hers and pressed her down. She was startled and tried to push me away, muttering something, but I ignored her and held her tightly. I put my tongue in her mouth, swirling it around hers, then tightly enveloping it. Gradually, she gave up her token resistance. So I freed one hand, took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Then I caressed her breasts, this time with more force, kneading her nipples. Her nipples were very hard, and her breathing was very rapid. After a while, I slowly moved my lips away from hers and kissed downwards—her neck, her ears, and finally her chest. I gently sucked on one nipple while pressing the other, switching back and forth, moistening it. Her body began to sway gently; I knew she was getting into it, beginning to enjoy it. My hands moved down to her genitals, gently kneading them, then slipping inside her underwear. She grabbed my hands, trying to stop me. I softly said, "Can you take off your underwear?"

She didn't agree, so I stood up and slowly, with both hands, removed her last line of defense, revealing a sight that surprised and delighted me. Pure white, spotless, without a single hair! A white tiger! Is this the legendary white tiger? Haha, I couldn't contain my surprise and exclaimed, "So beautiful! You're a gem! Were you born with this down there?"

"Yeah, stop it, don't look!"

she replied shyly. Then she closed her legs tightly. I pressed her down to the side and kissed her mouth, while my hands roamed over her lower body, gently parting her legs and slowly inserting my fingers. She tried to stop me, but it was too late; my index finger was already inside. She was already very wet down there. I kissed her passionately, and my fingers slowly went inside, feeling the tight, slippery texture. I gently stroked her clitoris, which easily became aroused. I switched to my middle finger and searched for her G-spot, finding a small bump in a fold above her vulva and stroking it continuously. "...Mmm...ah..."

She began to moan softly, so I increased the pace of my caresses, inserting my ring finger as well , moving it in and out. It's so tight...ah...don't go any further...mmm..."

Her body swayed from side to side, sweat beading on her nose. I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the intensity, pushing my finger as deep as possible, all the way to her cervix. "Ah...no...ah...ah..." Her body swayed more and more violently, her moans growing louder. "Ah...ah...too deep...ah...no more...I'm coming...stop. Put...ah...ah..." As I thrust rapidly in and out, her body arched, letting

out a loud "Ah!" I quickly pulled my hand out, and her juices flowed freely, gushing out. She had climaxed. Her stiff body slowly softened. "What happened? You climaxed? How could it be so fast?" "

I chuckled and asked her. 'Ugh,'

she replied shyly. 'I haven't done it for half a month, and you're still so rough. It's so annoying. It's so embarrassing.'

'What's embarrassing about it? This is my service to you. It's normal for you to enjoy it. Hehe.' 'Go to hell.'

'Hey!'

I pretended to sigh. 'You're already here. What am I supposed to do? I've been hard for ages.'

'Who cares about you? You asked for it. You deserve it.' 'Fine, you dare say that? See how I deal with you.'

I immediately got up and went to her lower body, spread her legs, and parted her labia. I quickly sucked on it with my mouth! 'Ah! No, it's dirty!'

'How can it be dirty?'

I answered while continuing. 'This is your most beautiful place.'

'Ah... ha... ya... ah... no... it's too itchy... ah ah.'

I ignored her resistance and continued kissing her labia and the surrounding sensitive areas. " "Ah...ah...it itches."

I parted her labia and found her pink clitoris. Because she had just had an orgasm, her clitoris was still swollen. I gently licked it with my tongue. "Ah!...No...please...it's too itchy. Ah...ah..." I continued to lick her clitoris, occasionally sucking on it with my mouth, gently touching it with my teeth, and then forcefully parting her labia, pushing my tongue as deep as possible. "Ah...um...ah...it itches...annoying...I...I'm going to...come again...stop...don't lick anymore...please...ah. Ah ah..." A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out. "Um...ah..." She orgasmed again. "How was it? Comfortable? Wasn't it better than a massage? You had another orgasm, haha."

She lay limply on the bed, panting heavily. "You're so naughty. You're bullying me."

"I wasn't bullying you at all. After you came the first time, the second time will be quick. Now I'm the one who's going to bully you."

As I spoke, I took off my underwear, revealing my proud little brother, this time it was his turn to enjoy it. "Ah...no!" Before she could resist, I pressed her down again, aimed my little brother at her vulva, and thrust in forcefully. Because she had just orgasmed, it went in easily. "Ah, no more."

"I've worked so hard all day, you should reward me, right? Besides, I'm serving you again, so you can have another one."

I said with a wicked smile. "Ah...you're so naughty...ah. Mmm..."

Before she could finish speaking, I had already silenced her with my mouth, while simultaneously thrusting in and out. Although she had already orgasmed twice and released a lot of vaginal fluid, her vagina was still very tight, gripping my throbbing penis, it felt so good. Slowly, she calmed down and became less tense, so I became gentler with her, slowly thrusting in and out nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each time she moaned softly. I whispered in her ear, "Do you like it?"

"Mmm..."

she responded. My hands were also busy, sometimes caressing her breasts, sometimes lightly scratching her buttocks, and sometimes touching her clitoris. "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..."

From her moans, I knew she was enjoying it. We lingered like this for over ten minutes. I got up and slowly raised her legs, then pressed them beneath me. My penis had plenty of room to penetrate again. With a thrust of my hips, I could reach deep into her uterus…

Chapter 43: Peeping at a Beautiful Young Woman

. Since moving to X neighborhood, I've been searching for a place to peep, but after several days of searching, I haven't found anything. That damned designer put the bathroom in the middle of the house, with no windows, just a ventilation pipe running from top to bottom, making it impossible for me to spot any targets through binoculars. However, this has one advantage: many people don't close the bathroom door because it's stuffy when closed. And both the bathroom and bedroom doors face the security door. Hehe, I have a chance to peep.

Tonight, my girlfriend is working the night shift, and I can't suppress my restless heart any longer. I'm going to take action.

I'm already fed up with the high heels upstairs every day, and from what I've observed, the upstairs owner is a pretty woman, which makes me even more eager.

As darkness fell, I walked barefoot through the hallway like a ghost, searching for any door that let in light—my hope for the night. Soon I reached the door upstairs. Because it was the same landlord, the room I rented had the same layout: a single security door with a metal sheet welded to the inside. The living room was a narrow, long strip; if you put a peephole in the security door, you could clearly see everything inside.

MM hasn't returned yet, so I have plenty of time to prepare. I took out the steel knife I had prepared beforehand and gently pried open the sheet metal. The sheet metal turned inward a little, revealing a gap that wouldn't be noticed unless you looked closely.

(Those with voyeuristic experience know that even the smallest crack, if you peer through and the gap is short and there's nothing obstructing the view, the entire house is laid bare—a scene straight out of an adult novel.)

Now all that's left is to wait. I returned to my room, changed into my dark robes, and waited for my prey like a hunter.

In my anxiety, I finally received a signal from the high heels upstairs. I opened the door and disappeared into the darkness. Reaching the beautiful woman's door, I saw a faint ray of light shining through the crack I'd just created. I eagerly pressed my eye against it.

The scene inside immediately excited me. The woman was taking off her skirt (the weather in the south is still relatively warm). She looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, and she seemed to be enjoying the process, moving slowly. I was happy to leisurely watch.

Wow, she was wearing such a sexy black bra! Her panties were the kind with cutouts, revealing a lush patch of black hair in her pubic area. There was a little... Her fleshy pubic hair was exactly my type; experienced horny men know this makes it feel much better.

She gently reached behind her back, and then the jade peaks I'd been longing for appeared before me—not large, but firm, adorned with two glistening black nipples, making my blood boil. After adjusting her bra, she slowly pulled down her panties. Her pubic hair was incredibly thick, cleverly concealing the part of my dreams.

Whoosh… She turned on the water heater, water droplets spraying onto her beautiful body. Watching her gently caress herself, I couldn't help but masturbate outside the door.

She bent down, her delicate hands slowly, slowly moving to that dense pubic hair, parting the thick thicket, finally revealing her beautiful paradise before me. The area around her labia majora was also covered in thickets, a dark reddish-black, while her beautiful labia minora glowed with a pinkish hue. Her clitoris was slightly protruding; she seemed a little excited.

Watching her hesitate, wanting to touch but seemingly afraid, I really wanted to help her. She managed to restrain herself, quickly finished her shower, and shrank into a towel.

Still slightly damp, she went into the bedroom, leaving the door open, and I continued watching, unabashedly. After putting down the towel, the beautiful woman chose a printed silk mini-skirt (it felt like one, but I wasn't sure; I really wanted to feel it with my hands) and put it on, along with a pair of light red,

see-through panties. I guess every woman, once in her own space, abandons all ladylike behavior. She lay sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide. She turned on the TV, the volume very low.

I wondered if she would masturbate, when I saw her hand already on her private parts, gently massaging with four fingers, her eyes fixed on the TV. Perhaps she hadn't really masturbated before, as she didn't seem interested, while I waited anxiously outside.

After waiting for a while, the beautiful woman seemed absorbed by some TV program and forgot to touch her genitals. I waited for another while, but still no progress. I crouched down... After standing for a while, I finally felt my back ache and my legs were swollen.

I stretched a bit, fantasizing about having sex with the beautiful woman in the house, ejaculating my thick semen onto the security door with two "plop plop" sounds. I quickly checked to see if I'd disturbed her; she listened for a moment, then continued watching her TV.

My desire seemed to subside a bit, so I quietly moved downstairs and returned to my room.

Ever since discovering the perfect spot to peep at the upstairs door, I've been waiting outside my girlfriend's door whenever she's on the night shift (when she's home, it's obvious who's spying on me). Many readers might ask, aren't you afraid of being discovered? Hehe, I have my own methods. Please see my analysis of some key points of voyeurism.

Voyeurism is an extremely challenging activity because the location is not fixed and the conditions are generally poor. Therefore, one must have good physical fitness, be agile, and be able to reach any possible voyeuristic location without being deterred (please exercise more and try to choose locations that require physical exertion). Tools for escaping, such as taking the No. 11 bus or a self-propelled two-wheeled vehicle; possessing extremely high endurance, able to maintain a certain posture for a long time in any location, waiting for the target to appear, ensuring that internal organs are cleared before action (training in the sweltering summer and freezing winter to improve one's endurance); exceptional eyesight, able to clearly see any object within the field of vision, so as not to miss good opportunities due to poor eyesight (please protect your eyesight, take breaks after prolonged computer use); possessing extremely keen observation skills of the surrounding environment, able to quickly familiarize oneself with unfamiliar environments and discover possible spying locations (cultivate one's imagination); adept at finding weak points in obstacles, able to use tools to dig possible spying holes in any wall, door, window, or floor (sharp eyesight, able to quickly pinpoint key points in a problem); of course, you should also be able to restore things to their original state almost perfectly, facilitating long-term spying (able to clean up any mess well). Spying is an extremely... This is a highly stimulating game. Therefore, anyone with heart disease, high blood pressure, or other sudden health conditions should proceed with caution and ideally under the supervision of a professional. Psychological resilience is also crucial; under no circumstances should you become overly excited, breathless, or trembling, as this could create unpleasant noises.

Peeping is an extremely dangerous profession. To avoid being caught, disguise is essential. Clothing is important; shoes should have soft soles that make no sound when in contact with the ground. In crowded areas, going barefoot is also an option. Clothing must be tight-fitting to prevent snagging on objects or making friction noises. Once at your destination, use the environment to conceal yourself.

Of course, you'll eventually encounter trouble, so if you are discovered, you should have excellent acting skills to convince others that you were just passing by. Alternatively, you can run away; in this case, your long legs and speed will be your advantage. To gain more chances of escape.

Having said all that, I think action is the best course of action. Let me describe the structure of MM's house in more detail; I feel I wasn't very clear last time. Since it's exactly the same as mine, I know it perfectly. It's a one-bedroom apartment. The living room is about 2 meters wide and 6 meters long. The entrance is on the right side of the living room, and the bathroom is also on the right. That is, the entrance and bathroom doors are opposite each other, only about 2 meters apart. The bedroom and bathroom are separated by a wall, with the two entrances side by side. So, through the gap in the entrance, you can see the entire bathroom and a third of the bedroom. MM's bed is placed facing the door, and she likes to sleep on the side closest to the door. Lying down, her beautiful paradise beckons towards the door.

Alas, MM came back too early tonight. When I arrived, she had already finished washing up and was lying in bed. I won't be able to see the intoxicating scene of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath tonight. Fortunately, MM is in an alluring pose, with her skirt pointing towards the doorway—actually, it's not even that... It was under her skirt, because she had already pulled it up to her waist, probably to allow for better ventilation. I really wished she wasn't wearing underwear; wouldn't that be even more breathable?

Flesh-colored panties! I loved them; they were so tight, revealing a beautiful little cleavage in that place I so longed for. It was just a pity that the TV program seemed to be quite exciting today, and she showed no intention of touching herself.

After a long wait, she finally changed positions, lying on her side with her legs together, making that wonderful place even more prominent! Just as I was about to have a nosebleed and raise my gun in salute, the hallway light suddenly came on (those who have lived in apartment buildings should know that these buildings don't have hallways; there are just floors of stairs leading up, so people coming up or down can escape unnoticed). Damn, someone seems to be coming upstairs! I quickly ran upstairs! I had already scouted the area; the apartment above hers was an unsold vacant unit, and above that was the rooftop. I ran up, smoked a cigarette, and took a leak.

A gentle evening breeze blew as I looked around. Many windows were open and lights were on, but unfortunately, they were all living rooms. It's rare to find someone having sex or exposing themselves in a living room with the windows open and lights on. I searched the bedrooms with lights on, but without exception, they were all covered by curtains. I didn't bring binoculars; I'd have to wait for another opportunity.

I figured the person from before had already gone inside. I slowly went downstairs, glancing at the woman's door as I passed. Same old pose. Oh well, I'll deal with it tomorrow night. Back in my room, I remembered discovering a few days ago that the bathroom and the neighbor's vent were connected. I went to the bathroom, trying to find a suitable opening.

At one end of the bathroom, above the toilet, the landlord had nailed a box-like vent, about a meter square, made of PVC board and installed an exhaust fan. The edges were covered with aluminum strips. I moved a stool over, stood on it, and eagerly tried to find something.

Haha, the aluminum strips were actually glued on! What a small case! I pried them off easily with a knife and a few quick moves.

Wow! This landlord really goes to great lengths; he even nailed each board in half with a pneumatic nail and a Phillips head! I quickly grabbed a Phillips head (luckily, I like to tinker and have a variety of tools on hand) and pried them off one by one. The nails wouldn't come out, but thankfully plastic boards are easy to break. I just made a small cut where the nails were and they came off. But every pry made a "pop" sound; I wonder if the neighbors heard it. Whatever, anyway, it was a young woman with a little boy; I'd never seen a man before, probably out of town.

After removing the first board, I finally saw what I wanted: the exhaust fan next door was nearby. I just needed to remove two more boards. Through my efforts, I finally overcame all the obstacles. The exhaust fan was a bit high, so I moved a stool over.

I placed the large swivel chair underneath, secured the wheels with something, and then stacked the second stool on top (this is somewhat dangerous, please imitate with caution). I climbed up, grabbed the wooden frame above, stuck my head through the wooden slots, and then slowly lowered my body in. Luckily, I could just manage to get in. I tried looking into the exhaust vent next door; through the light coming in from the open bathroom door, I could see half of the bathroom space. I was just waiting for the young woman to take a shower. I rested for a bit.

I drank several sips of water and waited for over half an hour (during which I went upstairs twice, but unfortunately, the woman was watching TV in roughly the same position both times). Suddenly, "whoosh!" the exhaust fan next door started up, and then, through the exhaust fan, a beam of bright light came through—the lights were on! Could it be…? Quickly, everyone get back to your positions! I turned off all the lights on my side, and in the darkness, using the light from next door, I climbed onto the chair and stuck my head next to the exhaust fan. The airflow was a bit strong.

I could hear the child making noise outside, while the young woman inside said gently, "Baby, be quiet for a moment, Mommy will come with you after her shower."

Where was she? Could she be showering where I couldn't see her?

I strained my eyes to get closer to the exhaust fan and finally saw a shoulder. Her clothes were off;

I could only see a white strap on her shoulder. After a while, the young woman turned on the water heater, and the water jet sprayed where I could see. Heh, I didn't believe she wouldn't come closer.

Finally, a naked body appeared in my view. Short hair, fair skin, and delicate skin. Medium-sized breasts (I've never been clear on the classification of female breasts; I often see various numbers and letters indicating size in articles, but I've never been able to imagine the actual size). She'd probably breastfed a child; her breasts were slightly sagging, but it didn't detract from her beauty at all.

The young woman bent down under the water jet and began washing her hair. Because the water heater was on my side of the wall, she had to be close to the opposite wall to place the showerhead against it, which allowed me a more complete view.

As the young woman's hands moved, her breasts trembled incessantly; I really wanted to squeeze them! Water flowed down her body, a trickle gathering at her private area along her dark pubic hair, instantly making my head spin with excitement, and my little brother throbbed painfully.

Suddenly, the young woman shouted, "Why did you open the door? Mom's taking a shower, don't peek, close it now!"

Hehe, this little guy is receiving such good sex education from such a young age; it will definitely benefit his future development. The young woman then walked out of my sight, and I heard a sound; I guessed she locked the door. A moment later, she reappeared before my lustful eyes. Rinsing the soap off her hair, she began to wash herself. Squeezing some shower gel onto her body, the young woman began to caress her breasts.

She gently stroked her breasts from bottom to top a few times, then grabbed one breast in each hand and gently squeezed them outwards a few times. She then gently patted them from below. This reminded me of a scene in a Stephen Chow movie where Anita Mui taught some breast enhancement secrets. I really wanted to tell her, "Your breasts are already very alluring!" After this, the young woman started washing other parts of her body. Once

the upper part was clean, she began washing her most alluring area. Unfortunately, because the exhaust fan was installed a bit high, I couldn't see the movement of that cloud of steam unless she spread her legs wide and slightly pushed herself up. However, the extremely obscene sound of the water splashing with her movements was unbearable; I almost masturbated, but considering we were working at a height, I decided to be careful.

Then I saw her bend over, spreading her legs even wider, probably trying to see. Unfortunately, I couldn't see what I wanted to see, and I couldn't help but complain about the landlord's poorly placed exhaust fan. Because I'd been staring at the exhaust fan with my eyes open for so long, the wind was making my eyes sting. I squeezed them shut, and tears welled up. I figured the young woman wouldn't do anything too outrageous; I'd check again later.

I quickly put the boards back in their original order. Oh no! I hadn't thought much when I pried them off, and now there's nothing there to put them back on! I frantically searched for nails. Luckily, I found a few one-inch screws I'd gotten from buying the computer desk last time. I screwed them in where the aluminum strips were wrapped around them, using a screwdriver.

There was nowhere to hold the horizontal aluminum strips in place, so I drilled a hole and secured them with screws. Luckily, the aluminum strips against the wall on both sides weren't completely removed; I used the horizontal strips to hold the loose ends in place, making it look like nothing had been moved.

Looking closely, it was just an extra screw on the horizontal strip. After all that banging and clanging, the young woman was completely oblivious, even singing a little tune, which made me listen to her song and imagine her beautiful body masturbating.

Ah! Stop! I'm so tired! Take a shower, get some sleep to recharge!

Finally, it's Saturday! My girlfriend has to go to work again, so annoying! After playing games all day and strolling along the coastline, I was completely exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I vaguely heard a "tap-tap" sound. I couldn't even get a proper night's rest! I opened my heavy eyelids, wanting to get a glass of water, but wait, it's completely dark! I jolted awake, fully waking up—it's evening! Heh, time to act. Listening carefully, I realized the "tap-tap" sound was coming from upstairs! But I figured it was probably just like the other day, a routine peek. I

put on my tight shorts and short-sleeved shirt (I never wear clothes in bed), found the key, and held it tightly in my hand, otherwise I might accidentally lock the door and be unable to get in. If my girlfriend came back and saw me dressed like this, what would she do…?

I gently opened the door, then gently closed it again, and climbed upstairs barefoot. Reaching the door, I habitually checked my surroundings. Heh heh, the house next door was dark today; they probably hadn't come home yet, so I could keep an eye on things without worry.

Finding the crack facing the bedroom, I peeked inside. Hmm? A man on the bed? And a blond one at that! No way, is there something even more exciting coming up today?

Upon closer inspection, I realized the girl I often spied on was actually underneath! The blond guy was already down to his underwear, while the girl was still wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. She seemed reluctant (perhaps feigning reluctance to provoke the man). The blond guy, however, didn't care and forcefully pulled the girl's t-shirt up, quickly exposing her bra completely to me and him. Wow! Wearing a white t-shirt with a red bra—this girl seems pretty sexy, I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

The blond guy didn't seem very skilled; he frantically tried to pull the bra up, but didn't know how to unhook the back clasp (that's how I always unhooked hers, though it's possible she did it from the front or side). I was getting impatient; if it were me, the girl wouldn't be wearing any of that now. I really wanted to go in and give her some pointers. Finally, I let him push the small bra up a bit, squeezing her breasts out of shape, making her already small breasts appear even flatter.

The blond-haired man, completely absorbed in the moment, pressed his lips against hers and began kissing her, making constant "smack, smack" sounds. It felt like watching porn. After kissing for a while, the girl still didn't react.

After a while, the girl struggled to sit up, and the blond-haired man stopped his clumsy movements, looking at her with a lewd grin. He moved his lips a few times, but because of the door, it was hard to hear clearly. I saw the girl also move her cute little lips a few times, then she took off her jeans and t-shirt, and removed everything else that needed to be removed, revealing her smooth, soft body. The blond-haired man, like me, was already aroused, wanting nothing more than to rush up and devour her. But the girl didn't seem to care about the blond-haired man's physical changes, swaying her smooth, white, and alluring buttocks as she walked from the bedroom to the bathroom.

It turns out this girl washes before doing it; that's a good habit. I like a clean body that exudes a faint fragrance after a shower.

MM first gritted her teeth, her breasts trembling as her hands shook. This blond guy was a fool; I would never miss an opportunity for flirting in the bathroom, to arouse MM's desire right there. When showering, I think a man should have two choices: either shower with her or let her shower first. A shower together is a great option, allowing both to enjoy the pleasure of flirting and making love while also cleaning up. Of course, letting

her shower first also makes sense. After showering, women usually need some time for grooming or other things. During this time, you can take a good shower, without rushing, letting MM fully enjoy the sweet anticipation in bed, allowing her desire to build up little by little.

Getting back to the point, MM roughly washed her upper body, then bent over, repeatedly scrubbing her private parts, preparing for the upcoming passionate encounter. Of course, I took it all in without hesitation, thoroughly enjoying the process. I've always been particular about hygiene in this regard, and I believe that showering before sex not only doesn't hinder the arousal, but the smoothness of the body after a shower, the faint scent of body mingled with the aroma of shower gel, always arouses even greater desire.

After some scrubbing, MM finally confirmed that her beautiful parts were clean, so she stopped. She then rinsed every part of her body with the showerhead before turning off the water heater, wrapping her body in a pink towel, and gently drying herself. Then she walked out of the bathroom and towards me. Ah! Run!

I heard a "clang," but it turned out she had simply pushed in the metal latch inside. Actually, a lock was already quite secure, so why bother with this latch? I floated back to the doorway to continue observing. MM had returned to the bedroom, and I saw that the blond guy had taken off his only pair of shorts, holding up his not-so-large penis, looking at MM with infinite anticipation. He jumped off the bed with a lewd grin, grabbing the girl's towel and trying to pull it off.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her; she'd encountered a complete novice when it came to sex. I shook my head. Sigh, I'll just watch for now.

Before the girl was even fully dry, the blond guy continued his work, rubbing the towel against her thighs—it wasn't like he was actually drying her; he was just indulging his own lust. I really wanted to go over and teach him. He should give her a deep hug after she came out of the bathroom, followed by a sweet

, passionate kiss. When she's completely relaxed and engaged, gently wiping her down would be much more arousing! The girl casually put on a white, mini-suit. Seriously, is that all? The blond guy didn't seem to care about her reaction. He forcefully pulled her onto the bed, and the girl spread her arms, seemingly uninterested. Sigh, I was completely bored. The blond guy had already pulled up the girl's skirt, revealing a patch of dark, fertile grass before me. I decided to adjust my mood and make full use of my 2.0 vision.

Clearly, the girl's desire hadn't been aroused at all; there was no sign of lubrication in her private parts. The blond-haired man impatiently grabbed his penis with one hand and began attacking haphazardly, thrusting several times, but failing to find the right spot. What bad luck! Couldn't he be a little more professional? I kept seeing his testicles rolling around on the grass.

Finally, he managed to get in a little bit, but unfortunately, it was too dry. Even though the girl had showered, her vagina wasn't necessarily lubricated. He should have taken it slow, waiting for her to produce sufficient lubrication before gently washing the head of his penis with it, then gradually pushing in, lubricating it step by step, and then quickly inserting. The first thrust would be incredibly pleasurable for her. What a pity! What a pity!

The blond-haired man thrust a dozen times, and with the increased lubrication, finally entered her. He braced himself on the bed, moved a few more times, and raised the girl's two fair legs, fully exposing her private parts to us. He continued advancing, gun raised, but all I could see was his buttocks shifting horizontally. The girl seemed a little aroused, grabbing the blond guy's shoulders with both hands. But it didn't last long; after less than ten thrusts, he suddenly stopped. Seriously? So pathetic! He ruined a beautiful girl!

After a while, he moved three or four more times, then stopped again, making me breathless. Then he picked the girl up, sat her on his lap, and thrust even deeper. Watching her breasts bounce against his shoulders through her white dress, I really wanted to squeeze them. A

moment later, the blond guy laid the girl down again, grabbed her white legs, dragged her to the edge of the bed, changed her position so she was facing me sideways, and stood under the bed, thrusting into her vulva. With this much skill, he still wants to play with positions! My advice to all readers is that when you're doing this, don't be like him and focus too much on variety. You should let your girlfriend reach orgasm and become extremely excited before changing positions, pushing her to several orgasms in this way. And each time, the beginning shouldn't be the same; you should give her a new stimulation each time.

The blond guy barely moved before pulling out his penis, masturbating with his glove while ejaculating his hot semen onto the girlfriend's stomach. Hmm, ejaculating outside without a condom is quite wise. The girlfriend seemed helpless, lying lazily on the bed, letting the grass, stained with specks of semen, be exposed to the light.

After ejaculating, the blond guy ran to the bathroom to wash up, then got dressed, said a few words to the girlfriend, and I was wondering why he was dressed so quickly. The blond guy was already walking towards the door I was peeping through. He

quickly turned 90 degrees, started walking slowly upstairs, pretending to be tired from coming up from downstairs, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably. The blond guy didn't seem to notice me and went downstairs. He didn't do a very good job, and then just left. What a waste! I couldn't help but feel sorry for MM. Would

MM try to win some more after he left? I grinned lewdly, my lustful eyes darting through the crack, but I only saw MM quietly wipe herself, put on her underwear, lie down on the bed, and watch TV. No wonder she's not interested in sex; if the blond guy keeps messing with her like this, she'll become frigid sooner or later.

I secretly decided in my heart, I had to take action, I had to save MM from this predicament!

Chapter 44: I Slept with the Busty Auntie

I want to tell you a story about me and an auntie from the neighborhood committee (her surname is Lin). Because she was close to my parents, she often came to our house to visit. Since Auntie Lin was laid off, she started working at the neighborhood committee. At first, I didn't pay much attention to her because it was winter, and everyone was wearing a lot of layers. Time passed like that, and before I knew it, summer came, and Auntie Lin was still coming to our house as usual. I'm a 22-year-old young man, so of course I pay attention to women, especially mature women. One time, I got out of school early and saw Aunt Lin and my mom chatting on the sofa as soon as I walked in. I greeted them and then did my homework, but I kept glancing at Aunt Lin. I was completely mesmerized. I had never seen Aunt Lin dressed so beautifully (actually, so sexy). She was wearing a white, sleeveless, slightly tight-fitting cotton top and a short skirt (just above her thighs, not too short). She also had long hair, and she was absolutely stunning. Aunt Lin didn't even notice me looking at her and continued chatting with my mom. Because of her tight-fitting clothes, her breasts looked so full and round. What aroused me even more was that she was wearing a red bra under her white top to protect her breasts. The red bra was so obvious. I really wanted to rush over and touch her, but my mom was there, so of course I didn't dare. I could only continue to secretly admire her. I wondered if her underwear and bra were a set. I really wanted to see it, but unfortunately... Aunt Lin's legs were together, probably because she was wearing a short skirt, so I could only do my homework and wait patiently. After a while, Aunt Lin and my mom were chatting happily, and she started laughing. I turned my head to see, and to my surprise, I saw Aunt Lin's legs spread apart. I thought, "Finally, my chance!" So I pretended to drop a pen and bent down to pick it up. Sure enough, I saw it! It was indeed a set with her bra. I saw a pair of red panties protecting her private parts, vaguely visible... I could also see a small, bean-like protrusion, which must be her clitoris (hehe). A few hairs were also showing, it was driving me crazy! I imagined her pubic area must be incredibly dense, and I really wanted to lick it for her, to help her explore. Unfortunately, my ecstasy was short-lived; I didn't get to see her for long before she was leaving, even coming over to say goodbye. Hehe, she had no idea how much I'd taken advantage of her. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying the image of her adjusting her skirt, and then a pair of dark red panties appeared before my eyes. I told myself not to think about it anymore, but the restlessness of puberty always arrives quietly at certain times. One night, I dreamed of those dark red panties, and the next morning I found my shorts wet. It was the first time I'd had a wet dream with a woman, but I kept thinking about mature women, those with voluptuous bodies. I still couldn't overcome my reason; I told myself I had to get her.

After that, I started asking my mom about Aunt Lin's family. I learned that Aunt Lin was 36 years old, had a daughter in elementary school, and her husband worked at an insurance company. It seemed like a very happy family. But I kept thinking about Aunt Lin, about her breasts and her plump vulva. Her husband must be very happy, able to enjoy them every day. I was so envious. Moreover, I learned from my parents that Aunt Lin was very loyal to her husband, which caused me a lot of inconvenience. But of course, I had my own solutions. Since Aunt Lin's husband worked in insurance, he was bound to leave early and come home late. I also heard that sometimes he had to drink with clients until the middle of the night. There were also many rumors about her husband and female clients having affairs. This made things much easier for me. One Saturday evening, I learned that Aunt Lin's husband had gone out again for clients, and my parents were going to my grandmother's house and would be back late. I was incredibly excited; I thought tonight I could finally enjoy myself with Aunt Lin, whom I had been dreaming of. But even though I said that, I was still a little scared, as it was my first time. Nevertheless, I mustered my courage and knocked on their door. It was probably just before 7 PM. Sure enough, Aunt Lin opened the door. She was wearing a thin, silky nightgown, and coincidentally, she was wearing the same red underwear I had secretly seen her in before. This immediately made my penis hard. Luckily, Aunt Lin didn't notice. I asked, "Aunt Lin, are my parents here?" She replied, "No, is there anything urgent?" I said, "Hehe, no." Aunt Lin warmly invited me in to sit for a while. Hehe, this was exactly what I wanted. After I went inside, I sat on the sofa. Aunt Lin went to get me a drink. I saw her breasts rise and fall with her movements, and I could clearly see the red glow of her red underwear. My penis was practically bursting. I was so engrossed that I didn't even hear Aunt Lin asking me what I wanted to drink. Our eyes met, and I saw her blush before I snapped out of it and said, "Anything is fine." Later, we sat down separately and started chatting. At first, I asked her where her daughter was, and she replied that she was upstairs. We talked about other things, and when we got to her husband, I could tell that Aunt Lin had a kind of dissatisfaction with him, a helpless expression on her face (probably because the rumors had forced her to believe them). I comforted her, saying, "Aunt Lin is so beautiful, people would think you're a recent college graduate. Don't worry, Uncle wouldn't do such a thing." I complimented Aunt Lin a lot, some of my words even having a flirtatious tone. But I saw that Aunt Lin seemed very happy, even praising me for being good with words, while my eyes were fixed on Aunt Lin's chest. Perhaps she noticed, as she kept trying to cover herself with her hands. Afterwards, she said she had to go upstairs, and I thought it was all over. I was about to leave when we both stood up at the same time. My arm brushed against her full breasts, and I saw a blush creep onto her face. In that moment, I impulsively grabbed Aunt Lin and pushed her onto the sofa, kissing and groping her roughly (I had no experience). Aunt Lin was terrified and looked very embarrassed. She kept crying out, "No...don't do this...I have a husband, let me go, or I'll scream!" But I ignored her; all I could think about was her, having sex with her.

I whispered, "Be careful your daughter hears this; this trick works quite well." Aunt Lin lowered her voice and begged me to stop. How could I let her go? I just said, "Aunt Lin, your uncle might already have someone else. Why are you doing this for him? I've liked you for a long time, Aunt Lin." With my earlier compliments still having an effect, she seemed to silently agree. Plus, she was already soft and yielding from my touch, so I said, "Aunt Lin, let me keep you company tonight. You can experience the taste of being a virgin." Aunt Lin slapped me hard and said, "Get lost, you little rascal!" Then, her face flushed, she turned away. I was so excited; I knew she was waiting for the pleasure I would bring her. Without a word, we started with light kisses, then our lips were locked together. Aunt Lin put her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on, and after I had my fill, I put my tongue in hers for her to suck on. Our lips were tightly joined, our tongues intertwining in each other's mouths. Her warm breath on my face felt like a powerful nuclear explosion, making me lose control, and Aunt Lin knew it perfectly well. When our tongues met, they naturally and gently intertwined, each reaching into the other's mouth to suckle freely... I quickly stripped us both naked and lay us on the sofa. Aunt Lin was so shy she didn't dare look at me. Although my penis was already throbbing and eager to penetrate her wonderful hole, I still couldn't help but lean down to see clearly and appreciate it. Everything was laid out before my eyes. When my hands caressed her warm, soft, round, and elastic breasts, like small jade melons, the feeling was indescribable, a feeling I had never experienced in my life. My hands continued to rub towards the center of her breasts, and when I touched her nipples, I gently rubbed them with my thumb and middle finger. Under my rubbing, the nipples slowly swelled and hardened. At this moment, Aunt Lin raised her back, pressed her back against my chest, and rested her head on my shoulder. Now Aunt Lin was completely naked before my eyes. I continued to rub her nipples, starting gently and gradually increasing the pressure, then I began to caress and play with her entire breast. The aunt still rested her head on my shoulder, leaning against me with her eyes closed, humming... humming... humming... humming..."

She moaned, enjoying the pleasure I gave her. I was about to go to Aunt Lin's most secret place, and I was so excited. Aunt Lin had a thick tuft of almost curly, dark downy hair, a beautiful decoration above her entrance. When my warm breath touched it as I approached, I noticed Aunt Lin's body tremble. I noticed that due to her heightened lust, Aunt Lin had already produced a lot of vaginal fluid, her entire vulva was covered in sticky, wet fluid... I reached out and began to massage Aunt Lin's thighs and groin, then gently moved my hands to caress the area around her vulva, being very careful not to touch her labia. The aunt's hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly and twisted repeatedly, her eyes tightly closed, her buttocks arching back and forth like a knight on horseback... When my fingers finally managed to reach the aunt's tender vulva, gently stroking her labia with my middle finger, the aunt could no longer hold back her tears, pleading, "[Oh~~~~~~ Oh~~ Don't torture me anymore, I can't take it~~~ Don't do this, ah~~ ah~~~ Please]" I knew even her husband didn't treat her like this; she was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I buried my face between her thighs, kissed her labia, and deeply inserted my tongue into her flesh, sucking on her labia. Auntie lifted her buttocks, arching them up and down in rhythm with my tongue. I followed her rhythm, thrusting my tongue in and out as deep as I could, while sucking on her labia and the gushing fluids… Suddenly, Auntie trembled and shuddered, a thick gush of fluid spurting from her vagina, soaking most of my face. Her face was flushed and she was weak; I knew she had reached orgasm under my ministrations, a satisfaction she had never experienced before. Before she could recover, I thrust my engorged penis into her vagina. This time, it was incredible. “Ah…it’s in…”

Auntie groaned as she was penetrated. “Oh…be gentle…you’re so hard…it hurts…be gentle…be gentle…” Auntie groaned weakly. Then, the cries of pain gradually subsided; I knew that the increased fluids were making her feel better. My penis was inside Aunt Lin's vagina, going in and out. Watching it excited me, and her moans grew louder. I reminded her, "It feels good, doesn't it? Be careful of your daughter." Aunt Lin seemed conflicted, saying it felt so good being penetrated, each thrust reaching her cervix, yet she couldn't cry out. It was funny. After a few thrusts, I stopped, smiling at Aunt Lin. Her cheeks flushed with desire, and she looked at me contentedly, saying, "Ah...you...you're so naughty, you're making me unable to move."

"Ah?? Ouch?? Hmm??" I paused for a moment and then started thrusting in and out with great force, pulling my penis all the way to the vaginal opening each time before plunging it in. My scrotum slapped against Auntie's plump buttocks with a "slap slap" sound. "Auntie...you're so wet...can you hear me...I'm fucking you..."

I said, stimulating Auntie Lin. "Stop talking...you're so annoying...ah..."

Auntie Lin answered with satisfaction. I could only feel Auntie's vagina contracting in waves, and every time I thrust deep inside, it felt like a little mouth was trying to swallow my glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks and onto the sofa as my penis was pulled out, soaking a large area. Auntie's pair of... Her full breasts rippled across her chest like waves. I felt a tingling sensation in my tailbone, knowing I was about to reach my limit, so I sped up and began to move more vigorously. Suddenly, I thrust my penis in forcefully, and Auntie screamed. I had reached the deepest part of her uterus. I thrust a few more times, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid poured onto my glans. Auntie had reached orgasm. I quickly thrust a few more times, only to feel her vagina spasm and tighten from the orgasm. Auntie saw this and knew I was about to come. She begged me not to ejaculate inside, afraid of getting pregnant, but it was too late. As soon as she finished speaking, a hot, thick stream of fluid, which had been hidden for 22 years, shot through my body. I gave my sperm to Aunt Lin. I pulled out my penis and lay weakly on the sofa. Seeing my sperm flowing back into Aunt Lin's vagina, I felt so satisfied and proud. Aunt Lin muttered, "I told you not to ejaculate, but you wouldn't listen. What if you get pregnant? You're so naughty!" I saw her cleaning herself, and I just smiled foolishly. I hugged Aunt Lin and said, "Was it comfortable? Tell me if your husband is okay or not." Aunt Lin said shyly, "Get lost! You're asking me after all this." I knew this was the first time she had felt so good. I tidied my clothes and, before leaving, said, "Aunt Lin, I'm sorry, but I really like you. Can I come again?" Aunt Lin replied shyly. A: You little rascal, you've messed with me so much, I'm so embarrassed! And you still asked me if I was happy to go home? I never imagined a 36-year-old housewife who'd given birth could have such a tight vagina, it felt so good! Actually, women's bras can cover a lot, meaning the breasts you see are much bigger than the breasts you see wearing a bra. I'll have some enjoyment from now on, something I'll savor for a long time. Mature women are truly the most beautiful in the world. (

Article 45: I turned my young wife neighbor into a lustful woman.

I'm 22 years old, and I moved to this new place a year ago. I met a neighbor's older sister. Let me tell you my story: After living in the new place for a while, I discovered that my neighbor across the hall was...) A young and beautiful woman—I was surprised to learn she was already married and had a daughter around four years old. She was about 27, practically a young married woman, but I still preferred to call her "sister." She had a tall figure, around 1.72 meters (quite tall, isn't it?), with long, flowing, purplish-red hair. Her figure was voluptuous and graceful; her long, firm legs were often clad in black stockings, and her taut, high-perched buttocks were so prominent I could imagine them even through her pants. Her full breasts stood proudly erect. I had been observing her for a long time; we usually just greeted each other when we met, and I habitually called her "sister." Her husband was a wealthy man; he usually drove her around... She rarely goes home after work, so I guess she's a boss. Her daughter boards at kindergarten and comes home only on weekends; she's mostly home alone during the week, so she must be lonely.

She's a perfect goddess in my eyes, and I've always been looking for a chance to get closer to her… I always listen carefully when she comes home from work; the sound of her high heels on the stairs is so crisp and melodious. She's always dressed in work clothes, and her demeanor is elegant and charming. She has a habit of leaving her shoes outside when she gets home. My family lives on the top floor of the building, and there are only two households on each floor, so there's usually no interaction. She probably doesn't want to bring dirt from outside into the house. She was at home, so I left her shoes by the door. Every time she came in, I would smell her shoes and lick the soles of her feet. It felt really good; they had a unique scent of a mature woman. Sometimes she wore casual shoes, but I loved it when she wore boots or sneakers—thick, sturdy shoes. Whenever she took them off, the smell was very strong, sometimes even a little bit pungent. That pungent smell was what intoxicated me most. The beautiful woman's shoes captivated me; I always wanted to see "Sister" naked, and what she looked like when she was being fucked… A pair of shoes sparked the story that followed…

Normally, "Sister" was gentle and charming… Every time I spoke to her, I felt embarrassed, but her voice always tugged at my heartstrings… Finally, the opportunity I'd been waiting for arrived… One day, I was home alone. It was hot, and I went out to throw out the trash shirtless and wearing shorts (without my keys). But a gust of wind blew the front door shut, and I didn't know what to do… Just as I was worrying, I heard my "sister" coming upstairs. I guessed she had just taken her daughter to kindergarten. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into nowhere. What would I look like if the woman I admired saw me dressed like this… Since I was on the top floor, I was truly in a dilemma… And then, my "sister" appeared before me…

"What's wrong? Why are you standing at the door?"

she asked with concern. "Ah, I just went to throw out the trash, and the wind blew the door shut, so I can't get in," I said sheepishly. "How about this, come to my house first and wait for your family to come back." And just like that, I seized an opportunity by chance… which paved the way for my future life.

There were only the two of us in the room. I was a little nervous at first, and then my excitement got the better of me. "Watch some TV, it's too hot, I'm going to take a shower to cool off," the TV was turned on. I frantically searched for boring TV programs, but my eyes were fixed on the bathroom. My heart was pounding. I thought to myself: This is a golden opportunity, I have to seize it. Since it's just the two of us here, should I just go into the bathroom and seduce her? I was completely consumed by lust, my mind filled with wicked thoughts. The hot water from the showerhead washed away the day's fatigue, and her fair, curvaceous body exuded an alluring fragrance. I fantasized that she was masturbating in the bathroom, her slender hands kneading her white breasts, her nipples hard and erect, her vaginal fluids mingling with the bathwater, and she was rubbing her tempting genitals with the showerhead... moaning softly... As I thought about it...

my sister returned from her shower, her fragrance filling the air. Ah, she smelled so good! She stood barefoot in front of me, wearing only a very thin white silk shirt, seemingly with just underwear underneath. Her rounded thighs were almost completely exposed, and her plump breasts supported the semi-transparent shirt. Steam was still rising from her body, and her face was flushed from the heat. My little brother quickly became erect. I couldn't resist. Was she tempting me? "It's too hot. Would you like to take a shower too?" "Thank you, but no thanks," I said excitedly. (A woman's alluring appearance would excite anyone.) After a brief chat, my sister took two bottles of ice-cold beer from the refrigerator and gave them to me. "Have some water to cool down, this awful weather is unbearable. I'll drink with you," she said, pouring me a glass.

Time passed quietly, and wicked thoughts lingered in my mind, fueled by the beer. These thoughts grew stronger, though I lacked the courage. My sister's face was slightly flushed as we chatted and watched TV. Suddenly, a scene of a man and woman kissing appeared on the screen. I felt restless, and fueled by the alcohol, I placed my hand on my sister's thigh and began to caress it. She was startled and asked what I was doing. I didn't answer, slowly slipping my hand inside her blouse, rubbing her vulva through her underwear. She tried to push my hand away, but I persisted, pressing her down onto the sofa, my hand rapidly and incessantly caressing her genitals. She tried to scream, but I silenced her with a kiss. With the intense friction of my fingers, her underwear quickly became soaked. I slipped my tongue into her small mouth, licking her fragrant tongue. She gradually stopped struggling, enjoying the sensation of my tongue, occasionally letting out soft moans. It seemed the alcohol was working on her too. I ripped off her wet panties and teased her warm labia. Sucking on her tongue, the feeling was indescribably wonderful. She kept feeding me her saliva, our saliva mingling and mingling in each other's mouths, which we swallowed together. Then came an even more wonderful moment…

I unbuttoned her silk blouse, parting it to reveal two white, tender E-cup breasts before my eyes. The nipples were high and firm, with large, pink areolas typical of Western women. My mouth watered, and without hesitation, I bit down. Whether it was because I used too much force or because she was too sensitive, she cried out, "Ah!" "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry?"

I said mischievously. "Yes, it's so itchy, don't be so rough,"

she answered for the first time, her face flushed. So she was enjoying herself. That little slut, always acting so elegant, but in bed she's a vixen. I'll teach her a lesson. I secretly planned how to toy with her later. One hand attacked her genitals, the other kneaded her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, and I vigorously licked the hard nipples, sucking them quickly and slowly. Somehow, milk started flowing out. I was startled; my four-year-old daughter should have stopped breastfeeding long ago. "No! The milk is going to be wasted! Don't squeeze it! Ah…ah…"

"How could it be wasted? I drank it all! It's really delicious! You're such a young mother, you have so much milk!"

I never thought I'd still be drinking breast milk at my age. Hehe, I'll savor it a little longer. "Is it really that good? My husband doesn't like it."

She asked me shyly as she squeezed some out and drank. "It has a slightly astringent taste. Do you want to squeeze some out and try some?"

"No, I won't drink it. It's too embarrassing." As she spoke, I moved my face down to her. She had neat, thick pubic hair, and below it was her sacred place, now as wet as if it had just rained. I teased her clitoris, parted her thick labia, and inserted one finger into the cave she had longed for, slowly thrusting in and out. Her juices started flowing again, and her moans grew louder. I began to thrust in and out quickly with two fingers, and her juices gushed out like a fountain. "Ah...ah...um...slower...no..."

she cried out lasciviously. "Sister, you're so hypocritical. Your lower mouth is much more honest than yours. You say 'slower,' but you're getting happier and happier down there. Look at all this moisture, have you been dry for too long?" I pressed my lips to yours, licking away the overflowing juices from your little cunt, and gently touched the entrance with the tip of my tongue. "It's so dirty, no... my husband never does this with me." "I don't mind, as long as you're happy. It's a shame you have a husband like this. I feel sorry for you." 10-08
Chapter 46 I came to orgasm from being fucked by my husband

Yesterday afternoon, my husband and I were sleeping in bed when our son came in and woke us up, saying he wanted to recite his lessons for us, and then he started reciting his lessons himself. We were woken up and couldn't fall back asleep. Usually, my husband likes to hold me while we sleep, but now his hands started to wander, kneading my breasts under the covers, making me tremble uncontrollably. My body lurched back, and a hot, hard penis pressed against my buttocks. I knew my husband was aroused, and I was aroused too. But with my son nearby, I dared not move. I could only let my husband's hands knead and pinch my breasts. I gritted my teeth, afraid to make a sound, only trembling under the covers. Seeing that I didn't object, my husband became even more audacious. He secretly pulled down my panties under the covers and gently stroked my genitals. My juices flowed freely, and I couldn't help but slightly open my legs. My husband immediately inserted his penis from behind. I still couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It was so stimulating. We had never made love like this in front of our son before. My husband slowly thrust in and out of me from behind. He whispered in my ear, "This feels very good to me. How about you?"

I couldn't speak, I just nodded slightly. I couldn't control myself anymore; my juices were flowing like a vast ocean, my thighs were taut and straight. He's always been very vigorous, whether in front or behind, he always thrusts in and out many times, quickly and fiercely. He's never thrusted so slowly and gently before, and I've never been so wet. It feels so good! I can slowly feel the wonderful sensation of his penis moving inside me, a feeling that's indescribable. I can only bite the corner of the blanket, close my eyes, and enjoy it. Just then, my son suddenly said, "Mom, I'll recite a poem for you—" I couldn't hear him anymore, I just nodded passively. My husband corrected our son's mistakes while slowly thrusting in and out under the covers. I never expected him to be so good at multitasking. I liked him more and more. Just as his thrusting speed increased, I suddenly remembered that he hadn't used a condom. What if he ejaculated inside me and I got pregnant? That wouldn't be a good thing. I quickly thrust forward, and his penis slipped out of my body. That empty feeling was really unpleasant, like something was biting inside my vagina—itchy, tingling, and I desperately wanted something to thrust in and out hard. I turned back to my husband and whispered, "Condom," gently squeezing his penis with my hand. Wow, it was so wet, sticky, and slippery. My husband quietly took a condom from the bedside table, tore it open, and quietly put it on his penis. He then hugged my breasts, pinched my nipples, and whispered in my ear, "It's hard!"

I didn't dare make a sound, but quietly twitched my hips back slightly. My husband's penis immediately pressed against me and entered my body in one go. I couldn't help but tremble again. It was so stimulating. I couldn't take it anymore. I suppressed my trembling and called out, "Son, are you done reciting? Go play in the other room. Your dad and I are going to sleep."

Hearing that he didn't have to recite his lessons, my son happily ran out of the room. My husband skipped to close the door, his penis still dripping wet from the condom. He jumped onto the bed, knelt between my thighs, and began licking my clitoris. I finally couldn't help but cry out, "Oh, oh, I want it—I want you in, I want you—to come in and fuck me!"

My husband refused, saying, "I want to put that vibrating egg in your anus, okay? I want it."

My husband always liked to do it from behind, always liked to penetrate my anus, but I had never agreed. I had tried it myself before; inserting a dildo wasn't comfortable, it felt swollen, like I needed to defecate. But today I couldn't distinguish anything anymore. At his pleading, I first shook my head, then nodded. Seeing that I had agreed, my husband quickly took out the vibrating egg, put in the batteries, put on the condom, and then made me lie face down on the bed with my buttocks raised. I knew he had been waiting for this day for a long time; I felt so sorry for him. The moment his vibrator touched my anus, I felt a strange tremor run through it, traveling through my vagina and reaching my clitoris. That tingling, numbing sensation returned, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing out, running down my thighs. My husband must have used the vibrator, soaked with my fluid, to gently press it against my anus before sliding it in. I felt a slight swelling, followed by a strange tremor that spread throughout my body. "Oh, this is so exciting! You're so amazing! Come on, fuck me! I can't take it anymore! Come on—fuck me!"

I cried out again. My husband pressed down on me from behind, his penis plunging into me instantly. I was so wet. Today he was especially gentle, thrusting slowly, and I felt an unprecedented desire rising within me, growing stronger and stronger, almost melting me. His penis thrust in and out of my vagina, his vibrator vibrated in my anus, this double stimulation gave me a feeling I had never experienced before, pulling me step by step towards orgasm. "I'm coming, oh—I, I, faster, faster, faster thrust, faster pull, faster thrust--oh------oh! I can't take it anymore—fuck me! Oh------oh------" My husband also quickened his thrusts inside me, revealing his fierce nature again, his hands forcefully kneading my breasts, the orgasm mixed with pain once more impacting me, I felt my juices uncontrollably gushing out. My husband kneaded my breasts while biting my shoulder with his teeth, thrusting into my vagina, suddenly he bit hard, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder, his hands pressed tightly against my breasts, his penis thrust hard into my vagina, then, pressing against my vulva without moving, I felt his penis throbbing inside me, something hot impacting my clitoris, I couldn't help but orgasm again. My husband's hands began to gently knead my breasts again, his penis was still throbbing inside me, and his vibrator was still vibrating in my anus. That stimulation came again, and I was completely exhausted. I lay on the bed, letting my husband do whatever he wanted. Today's stimulation was a feeling I had never experienced before. Although I had used a dildo to penetrate my vagina before, and had reached orgasm through my husband's masturbation and oral sex, more than once, today's feeling was the most comfortable, and my husband's performance was the most satisfying. I loved him even more.

Chapter 47: My First Time Being Sexually Affectionate

. I am a young married woman. I love my husband, but I also enjoy having sex with people other than him. The most special part of my body is my two small mouths. The upper one looks no different from a normal person's, but can you believe it? I can take a whole half-foot-long penis into my mouth, and I can even wrap it with my tongue and let it penetrate continuously for 20 minutes. Of course, that has to be the penis of someone I like. That little mouth below me, that's my pussy. The flesh on the outside is very plump, and anyone who's on top of me will feel soft and light. In short, no matter how long you're on top of me, it won't hurt. My vagina is always warm and tight inside. Today, I want to share my sexual experiences with you all. Actually, my first time being fucked outside of marriage was no different from prostitution. I used my body to get a job I deserved. Later, for a while, I tasted the sweetness of it, and I used this method to get a lot of things for myself. However, to be honest, being fucked by men other than my husband, I did learn a lot of valuable experience and techniques from them. The people who fucked my little pussy were definitely very happy, but when I think back on being fucked by those men, I also feel happy. Now, I feel like I'm addicted. If no one uses a big, hard cock to penetrate my little pussy for a few days, my little pussy will be overflowing with juices even during the day, forcing me to change my underwear several times a day. For days, my little mouth hasn't held a big cock, hasn't been penetrated hundreds of times, hasn't tasted any flavor when I eat, unless I drink some semen. However, now when I have sex with others, it's not about exchanging my body for anything. I only want to have sex with someone because I want to be worthy of my young, beautiful, and seductive body, worthy of the soft, warm, and sweet little cunt my parents gave me. Now, having sex with a stranger, watching him ride on top of me, inserting and withdrawing his big, hard cock into my vagina, then withdrawing again… I no longer feel like I'm being fucked, violated, or played with, because I'm definitely happier than him! My name is Qingqing, and as for my surname, I won't say it here, it's not important anyway. If fate allows, you can become my special friend, or my bed partner, and you'll know everything. I work in education management in a district of Shenyang. Initially, I studied to be a kindergarten teacher. When I was in school, I was very diligent. At that time, I thought that as long as my grades were good, I would have a good job after graduation.

Looking back now, my naive ideas as a young girl ten years ago were completely impractical in the real world. I was so foolish back then. After graduation, many of my classmates, whose grades were far worse than mine, ended up in much better positions. Back then, the best jobs were in top-ranked kindergartens in Shenyang. But I, a provincial-level outstanding student for three consecutive years at a teacher training school, was ultimately assigned by those stupid bureaucrats in the municipal education commission to a suburban kindergarten, starting as a lowly, ordinary preschool teacher. I had a very strict upbringing, and even when I was dating, I only had a vague understanding of sex. My first boyfriend was introduced to me through a rigorous process by my parents. Later, he became my husband. He was very honest, and I didn't give him my virginity until our wedding night. Kindergarten teachers especially liked to talk about what couples did in bed, but if you weren't married, your married colleagues always considered you outside the "married woman" circle. This "outside" circle meant that when they discussed sex, they would deliberately avoid virgins like me. After getting married, I, who was already quite popular, quickly joined the ranks of married women and became a close member of their circle. They started sharing their sexual experiences with me. Through these exchanges, I realized that I had truly wasted the past 20-plus years exploring the pleasures of female sexuality. With their guidance, I discovered that I was actually a very sexy woman. I'm not tall, but not short either; my skin is very fair; my breasts aren't large, but because I was always the most diligent student in dance class at school, they are very firm. Most interestingly, they told me that the vagina men prefer is one with full external genitalia and a tight internal vagina, creating a sucking effect on a man's penis.

I was secretly shocked when I heard that; my own vagina was just like that. Usually, when my husband was having sex with me, he would often pinch my breasts or pat my buttocks after ejaculating, praising me, saying, "Good Qingqing, good wife, your vagina is like a little mouth, it seems to be constantly sucking my big cock, I can't help but spit out my semen!" Later, I seriously recalled that after we got married, as long as his penis could still get hard, every time he inserted it into my vagina, I would suck him until he ejaculated, even when he was sick, he couldn't resist the allure of my vagina. Spending more time with those married teachers, I learned more and more. I realized that although my husband was a good person, in bed he was too honest and too clumsy. He probably hadn't even heard of the various techniques other couples did in bed, like breast play, oral sex, and anal sex. When I started suggesting these things to him in bed, he was very reluctant and kept asking me where I learned these indecent things. Eventually, I lost all interest in trying those sexual techniques with him. The change in my fate was purely accidental. In 1995, I had been working at that small kindergarten for several years, doing every job better than others, but every year-end, I never received any awards for outstanding workers. At first, I didn't understand. Later, some well-meaning married colleagues—my close friends in my small circle of married women—secretly told me that in those days, if you didn't give gifts to the leaders or offer yourself to them, all your hard work would be for nothing. I was horrified. Giving gifts? I gave gifts every year! Did I have to sleep with those leaders? One of my best friends, Sister Hong, once whispered to me when no one was around, "Qingqing, I keep getting accidents every year. Logically, I should have been fired long ago, but I've been working here all this time and no one dares to punish me. Every year-end bonus is first prize, several thousand yuan more than you hard-working people. Even our kindergarten director is quite polite to me. Do you know why?"

Hearing her say this, I also found it strange. In the past, I just thought that because she could always fake tears and snot during her public apologies after each accident, the leaders were too soft-hearted to fire her. Now, thinking about it more carefully, it's really odd. So I started pressing Sister Hong for answers. Sister Hong's face turned red, and I even felt she was a little regretful, but I was so eager to know the answer that I put my arm around her shoulder and kept asking. Sister Hong sighed, "Qingqing, do you know the deputy director of our district education commission who's in charge of early childhood education?"

Of course I knew him; he was a very serious leader. "Yes, he's usually very serious, very meticulous when inspecting work, and very fair in his dealings." Sister Hong suddenly laughed, "Fair in his dealings, serious and meticulous? Qingqing, we're good friends. Let me tell you, when I had my first accident, the principal wanted to fire me. I knew that, but the final decision rested with him, so I went to the district education commission to find him. He told me, 'You're so young, it's a pity you're fired, but that's the rule. I can only think of other ways. I don't know if I can help you. I'm too busy right now, and discussing this at work wouldn't be good. Prepare your detailed appeal materials and come to my office on Sunday to talk.'" Hearing this, I sensed there was still hope. On Sunday, I prepared 1000 yuan, put it in an envelope, and rushed to his office. Unexpectedly, he returned the money to me, saying, "I don't need the money." "But I've always liked you, Xiao Hong," he said, then shoved me onto the desk and started unbuttoning my skirt. I tried desperately to push him away, but he whispered in my ear, "Xiao Hong, let me have some fun this time, and you'll be fine. From now on, with me here, you won't have to be afraid of your principal." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled off my long skirt, slipped his hand inside my underwear, and began rubbing my labia, one finger going directly into my vagina… I pushed him away with all my might, lifting my skirt from the floor and pulling it back up. He didn't pounce on me, but suddenly said fiercely, "You'll be fired." My hands went limp. I thought, no matter what, I can't be fired. Besides, I'm not a virgin. Let him have his way with me, even though I'm a hundred times unwilling. Just think of it as accidentally being raped by a pervert on my way home that night." "And then?"

I asked Sister Hong. "Then he pulled me into his arms, and I knew I had surrendered in my heart. Although I didn't agree verbally, my body stopped resisting. He was quite gentle that day, rubbing my waist and buttocks with his hands, gently sucking on my nose and earlobe, making me feel itchy. After a while, one of his hands touched my breast, and the other hand was unbuttoning my shirt. I made a muffled moan to try to stop him, but he suddenly kissed my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue forcefully, and I couldn't break free. I just felt my face burning. I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. His kissing technique was extremely skillful." I immediately sensed he was a seasoned womanizer. I began to passionately return his kisses, and then I felt my taut breasts suddenly relax. I quietly opened my eyes; he had pulled my shirt down to my waist, and my bra was unhooked, completely exposing my breasts. He gently caressed them with his hands. He rhythmically sucked on my nipples, and I finally couldn't help but moan. He must have felt the time was right; he patted my bottom, and I obediently left the desk. He easily pulled down my underwear, and I felt his hands caressing my vulva. He parted my wet labia majora with his fingertips, then began rubbing, teasing, and stroking my labia minora. He rubbed, then touched my tender clitoris. My moans grew louder. He laughed and said, "Little slut, tell me, do you want me to fuck you?" In my daze, I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head. Anyway, in the end, he put me on the cold, hard desk, put my legs on his shoulders, and raised my buttocks upwards. In that position, his penis plunged into my wet vagina... That day, he played with me in various ways for the entire morning, until my legs were so weak I couldn't lift them. He put his penis in my mouth and fucked me for who knows how long. At that time, I had only seen oral sex in porn. This was my first time being fucked, and I never imagined it would be in such a situation. I imitated the female protagonist in porn. I opened my mouth wide, swallowing his huge cock. His thrusts made me breathless, saliva dripping down his penis, leaving me covered in sticky fluid. Finally, when he was about to ejaculate, the speed of his thrusts in and out of my mouth suddenly increased. His large, hard cock was almost stuck in my throat. Just when I felt like I was about to suffocate, his semen spurted out of my mouth, filling it completely. Satisfied, he pulled out his penis, leaving my mouth full of thick, hot semen. Some of it spilled out, and some I couldn't spit out, so I had to grimace and force myself to swallow it down.

Listening to Sister Hong's vivid recounting of this erotic story, I unconsciously squeezed my legs together. I felt my lower body starting to itch, and my underwear was already soaked with vaginal fluid. "And then what?"

"And then, of course it couldn't just end like that. Over the years, whenever he suddenly felt like having sex with me, he would make me go to his office, his home, his car—I've let him do it all. I've come to terms with it now. Whether he does it once or a hundred times, it's all the same. It doesn't matter anymore. After all, I've gained advantages in other ways. So, you're still so naive, thinking that giving gifts can solve everything. These days, if you only give gifts and don't offer yourself, it's a waste. If you offer yourself, not only do you not need to give gifts, but you also get plenty of benefits. Besides, there are many people like me in the entire district education commission now."

Sister Hong resumed her usual carefree and jovial demeanor, sharing her experiences with me. She then recounted several other female teachers who had suffered similar fates. After listening, it dawned on me why so many female teachers in the district worked haphazardly during the week, yet received all sorts of benefits at the end of the year – it was all thanks to the leaders' advances. That conversation with Sister Hong had a profound impact on me. I truly hadn't imagined that those seemingly respectable leaders of the district education commission could be so depraved and filthy. Back home, showering, looking at my beautiful, shapely figure, touching my full, hairy genitals, I thought, those middle-aged women, just by being shameless, can get so many things that don't belong to them, why can't I? Soon, the opportunity arrived. That year, the district education commission decided to select a kindergarten teacher from the grassroots level to work in the administrative office. Based on ability and performance, I was the top candidate. But I knew it was all useless; no one would speak up for me, and the one selected would definitely be one of those willing to be the first to be sexually assaulted by the leaders. I called the deputy director who had slept with Sister Hong in the office and told him about my situation. He calmly told me on the phone that there were many candidates and my chances were slim. At this point, I deliberately lowered my voice, feigning a shy tone, and hesitantly told him that I wanted to talk to him in person at his office on Sunday. After a pause, I heard his voice become excited on the phone, and he said, "Okay, Sunday morning, see you then." Hanging up the phone, I found my heart pounding. I sighed sadly to myself. Another Sunday, another office, that old lecher, another chance to play with an innocent young woman.

Sunday morning, I climbed out of bed naked, quietly lifting the covers. Looking at my smooth, delicate body, I suddenly realized I was about to hand her over to that old lecher. Shame, fear, remorse, and grievance all surged into my heart. Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face. I pulled my still-sleeping husband up, buried my face in his arms, and cried, "Husband, husband, I want you, come quickly, I want you to fuck me, right now..." My

husband, who had just woken up, was still dazed by my actions, because we almost never make love in the morning. After a while, he finally came to his senses, and his penis, which I had been stroking with my hand, became hard. He pushed me down, and his penis slid in smoothly. I wiped away my tears, put on my most seductive smile, and kept moaning and praising his big cock inside me. He fucked me for an hour in various positions, making him ejaculate twice. Finally, exhausted, he pulled his penis out of my vagina and fell asleep again. Looking at my sleeping husband, I repeatedly stroked my vagina, which he had just penetrated. I put my fingers, covered in his semen, into my mouth, savoring the sincere love he had given me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Of course, my husband didn't know that in a little while, that old lecher's penis would be inserted into my vagina. Thankfully, this morning, when my body was at its most beautiful, it was my husband who had done it to me, and my first time was also with him. Thinking about this made me feel a little better. Sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at my handsome and charming face in the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup. Before leaving home, I specially prepared a delicious breakfast for my husband and gently kissed his face for a long time. I arrived at his office on time. Since it was Sunday, the office building was empty. Walking in the quiet corridor, I wanted to turn around and leave several times, but I told myself: I can't leave, I can't leave, I have to let him do it to me. I have no choice; that position should have been mine. When I entered his office, he was indeed waiting for me. I explained my situation to him in detail. This old rogue listened very attentively, taking notes as he went. At that moment, I even suspected that Sister Hong was making up a story to wrong this honest and kind leader. Finally, after a long string of high-sounding difficulties, I heard the words I both longed to hear and dreaded most: "Qingqing, this is very difficult. But Qingqing is so lovely, I must help you. Right now, many young and beautiful female teachers want this position. Qingqing, if I get it done for you, how will you thank me?"

For some reason, I felt incredibly calm at that moment. I gave him a charming smile: "As long as I can get away from that awful kindergarten, I'll thank you however you want." He was taken aback, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. After a pause, he came over, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his lips to my face. I stopped him: "Don't rush, I'll let you do whatever you want today, but if you renege on your promise and try to be a scoundrel, I'll definitely not let you off the hook, you old lecher." He grinned widely and said, "Hehe, don't worry, Qingqing, I'm a scoundrel, but I'm a scoundrel of my word. Besides, a beauty like you, Qingqing, I don't want to just have my way with you once and then let you go..."

I sighed deeply, thinking, since I've already decided to make this deal with him, now, as long as I don't lose out, let's start. No need for hesitation. I steeled myself and buried my head in his chest. He knew I had tacitly agreed, so he gently kissed my eyes, then carried me to a sofa bed in the corner of the office and laid me down. He chuckled lewdly in my ear, "Little slut, shall I help you undress, or will you take yours off yourself?"

I neither answered nor refused. He understood and moved to the foot of the bed, beginning to unbutton my clothes. I closed my eyes in shame, my heart pounding. I could clearly feel him skillfully unbuttoning my clothes, and soon my top was off. He pulled down my zipper. I obediently cooperated, lifting my buttocks, and he deftly pulled down my pants while constantly touching them. Then he said, "Little slut, unhook your bra yourself!"

I hesitated for a moment, then frantically found the bra clasp on my chest and unhooked it. My firm, full breasts sprang out, falling directly into his hands. He caressed and squeezed my firm, elastic breasts, then began to kiss each nipple in turn. My upper body involuntarily trembled with each suckle. After kissing for a while, he stood up and began giving me orders: "Take off your underwear, slowly!"

Trembling, I pulled my underwear down from my lower body. My genitals were now completely exposed to his gaze. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes again and said, "You...you shouldn't look, I'm really shy." "Shy? You little slut, will you keep your eyes closed like this when I fuck you later?"

I heard him undressing, and then his order came again: "Little slut, open your eyes and look at your husband's big cock!"

I opened my eyes and saw his thick, erect penis pointing skyward. To be honest, I thought his penis was much thicker and longer than my husband's. He finally climbed onto the bed. I closed my eyes again, feeling shy, but mentally prepared myself. Things had come to this point; being fucked by him was unavoidable. But no matter what, I wanted my little hole to fully accommodate his thick penis. Since I had decided to let him fuck me, I wanted him to have his fill. I spread my legs as wide as I could, gritting my teeth, bracing myself for his thick, long cock to enter my proud little hole. But he didn't immediately thrust in; instead, he moved his hands to my breasts, playing with my firm breasts for a while. Then, he slowly moved down to my thighs, stroking them back and forth. His lips moved to my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue and kissing them. My heart was pounding. I felt my vagina flowing with lustful fluid, but the intense penetration I both longed for and feared hadn't happened yet. I took his cock in my hand and gently rubbed it. He asked me sensitively, "Little slut, do you want me to fuck you?"

Of course, I wouldn't answer. He started giving orders again: "Say it now, say you want me to do it!"

My face flushed red, and my voice trembled as I said, "I...I want you to do it..."

"No, you have to speak louder, call me 'husband,' beg me to do you, beg me to fuck you!"

I thought to myself, since I'm going to be fucked by this old lecher anyway, I might as well just do as he says. "Husband, please, please do me, please fuck me, please put your big cock in, come and play with me..."

After saying that, I could hardly believe my own words had come out. This old lecher's technique was truly excellent; his kisses had created an indescribable itching and emptiness in my vulva. I desperately wanted him to immediately insert his thick, hard penis into my vagina, filling my already overflowing little hole. Suddenly, he pressed his lips to my vulva and licked it. I was instantly overcome with desire. Usually, when I asked my husband to kiss my vulva, he would always say it was dirty and refuse. I never expected this old lecher to actually kiss my vulva. At that moment, a feeling of affection for him began to sprout in my heart. He methodically inserted his tongue into my vagina, stirring it around, and then used his lips to suck on my clitoris and labia minora. I trembled with excitement, and couldn't help but grab his hair. This time, I cried out from the bottom of my heart, "Good husband, please, hurry up and put it in, hurry up and fuck me, I can't take it anymore..."

Only then did he get off the bed and move my body to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my feet with both hands, spread my thighs, and thrust his straight, hard cock into my vagina. I didn't dare open my eyes to look, but I felt his hot glans bump against my clitoris a few times, part my labia, and drill into my uterus. I felt a surge of heat and fullness. He didn't thrust all the way in at once, but repeatedly pumped in and out, each time going in a little more, until finally he had his thick, large penis completely inside my vagina. I felt his bulging, muscular glans rubbing against the tender flesh inside my vagina, waves of excitement spreading throughout my body, my vagina overflowing with lustful fluids, making it increasingly slippery as he thrust. This old lecher straightened his back and began to wildly wield his large penis, thrusting and ramming wildly inside my vagina. My legs were already numb, as if I had lost all feeling, and I held onto his waist tightly with both hands, involuntarily moaning. I thought about how my husband had just slept with me that morning, less than an hour ago, and now, less than a few hundred meters from my house, I was naked, legs spread wide, being played with by another man. I closed my eyes in shame, feeling a feverish heat throughout my body. Then he spread my legs wide apart, forcefully thrusting into my vagina while simultaneously using his hands to roughly squeeze my breasts. I opened my eyes and saw the fine beads of sweat on his face. A thought suddenly struck me: since I've already let him penetrate me, why not relax and enjoy this lecherous old man's ministrations? He worked for a while, and seeing me looking at him, he smiled and asked, "Qingqing, is my big cock good? Tell me, how do you feel?"

I whispered to him, "Your big cock is great, I feel a little swollen inside, but it's okay, you can play with it without worry! I can handle it, I... I want to make you really happy..."

Chapter 48: I was on the phone with her husband while I was having sex with her.

I watched her holding the little boy's slender wrist, gracefully and freely crossing several streets. The little boy looked up at her from time to time. Perhaps it was the strange looks from strangers around him that made him uneasy. I would have done the same. Anyone would look at this mother and son with admiration and a little disbelief. Her swaying round buttocks, firm and large breasts, plus her beautiful figure, anyone would be attracted to such a mature and charming mother. But I am a person with improper thoughts. I have been watching her for a long time.

This woman's name was Hou Fen. She first appeared in the company's conference room, where the business manager was discussing matters with her. She had long, wavy hair, wore a low-cut light green dress, and her shapely, fair legs extended perfectly into white strappy heels. Especially striking was the defined cleavage of her breasts, her full bosom making one want to pinch them. That day, her mature charm deeply attracted me—no, it was more accurate to say she completely captivated me.

Strictly speaking, she wasn't a stunning beauty. For a woman nearing 40, she exuded the exquisite charm of a middle-aged woman; she didn't need to be conventionally beautiful to be incredibly alluring, like a perfectly ripe peach. If "seductive" were to describe her, I think it would be the most fitting word. From then on, I couldn't bear to be without her for a moment. Lustful thoughts constantly surged within me, and because of these thoughts, I firmly believed that one day I would have this beautiful flesh in my mouth.

Lost in thought, she stopped in front of a clothing store. A quick glance revealed it to be a women's lingerie shop… I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing under her skirt—white lace? Black cotton? "Buy a high-waisted thong! That'll be perfect for you. Before we go to bed, after I undress you, I'll spend a few minutes having you perform oral sex on me while wearing these, my hands roaming over your round, full buttocks, watching you envelop my penis with your lips, swallowing and releasing."

She lingered in the shop window for a long time before finally stepping through the automatic doors. A moment later, I began to imagine her trying it on.

About half an hour later, she emerged carrying a gloomy gray bag… Wasn't that her most mysterious symbol of sexual desire? A faint smile of joy radiated from her face. The little boy looked up at her again. "Lucky you," he thought, "you saw what kind of underwear Mommy wore. It doesn't matter, one day you'll know what kind of expression Mommy has when she does that kind of thing." Oh my god! With that thought, my crotch bulged, so I gradually shortened the distance between us, waiting for an opportunity.

Around noon, she seemed to have a purpose, quickening her pace, and soon led the little boy into a restaurant. I paused for a moment and followed her in. The restaurant wasn't crowded, which was unusual for lunchtime. Hou Fen and the child chose a corner table, while I pretended to choose a table with my back to them. After ordering and serving drinks, she said to the child, "Be a good boy and sit still! Mommy's going to the restroom."

The opportunity had arrived!

She swayed her skirt as she walked towards the restroom. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a few numbers. Hou Fen's phone

rang in her purse.

"Little one, Mommy's phone is ringing, quickly take it to Mommy!"

I turned around with a kind smile.

The little boy obediently reached into his purse, grabbed the phone, and ran to the restroom.

Naturally, the sleeping potion I had prepared for her was quickly poured into the orange juice.

A few minutes later, Hou Fen and the little boy returned to their seats. "Strange? Who called? They didn't say anything."

She muttered, casually placing her cell phone on the table, then slurping down her drink. At that moment, I almost fainted.

When the waiter finally brought the food, the little boy asked, "Mommy, are you sick?"

"Um... Mommy feels a little stuffy, something's wrong..."

Hou Fen replied weakly, the medication taking effect.

"Then you should eat quickly so you'll feel better!"

"Okay, you eat first. Mommy just needs a little nap."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hou Fen slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

The long-awaited moment finally arrived. I feigned concern, "Little one, Mommy seems unwell. Shall Uncle take Mommy to see a doctor?"

The little boy, bewildered, didn't know how to answer and just stared at me.

I reached out and touched Hou Fen's forehead. "Oh dear! Mom has a fever! It'll be terrible if we don't hurry! We have to find the doctor quickly."

I helped Hou Fen lean against me, and put my arm around her waist. Her skin felt soft and warm to the touch. The little boy, carrying his purse in one hand and clutching his mother's clothes with the other, obediently followed me to find the "doctor."

Of course, the little boy was easy to please. I just needed to tell the receptionist to give him a tip, and the hotel service was always surprisingly attentive. As I helped Hou Fen into the elevator, I couldn't wait to frivolously touch her round buttocks. But that's the exciting part of the game. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to restrain myself. The more I thrust, the greater the pleasure. When my lust was about to overflow, it would be like a burst dam, uncontrollable, and I would become a beast.

Thinking of this, my penis was already so hard that I could hardly stand. The narrow space of the elevator was filled with the scent of her perfume. Hou Fen leaned against me, weak and defenseless. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I picked her up and, with great effort, placed her on the bed in the room. Then I quickly turned around and closed the door.

Hou Fang lay sprawled on the soft white bed, her firm breasts forming two mounds that extended down her slender waist to her private parts, where a slight bulge appeared. The sheer dress sagged from there, accentuating the shapely contours of her thighs. It didn't matter; the goddess was already within my grasp. The more beautiful the moment, the more I wanted to savor it. I noticed the paper bag she had just taken from the clothing store; inside, of course, was her symbol of desire. I hoped it was a high-waisted, thin-strapped thong.

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A casual glance revealed a maroon silk thong, with a transparent, floral, and extensively cut-out design in the front and back, but the fabric covering her vulva was slightly more than I had imagined. The new underwear looked lewd but was lifeless; I had no interest in it and tossed it aside. My gaze returned to Hou Fang's sleeping face. I freed one hand to unzip my pants and laboriously pulled out my erect penis. Doing this in front of her was something I had dreamed of for a long time; the feeling of defiling a goddess was intoxicating.

I moved closer to her, rubbing my veiny penis and pressing it against her lips. The precum seeping from the glans dripped onto her lips. I gently circled the head of my penis against her lips, then slipped my fingers between her lips, forcefully parting her teeth. I lowered my hips, and my penis slid into her mouth. A warm, moist, and wonderful current immediately shot through my brain. (Ah… this is the tingling sensation that drives men wild…

I slowly thrust deeper, Hou Fang kept her eyes tightly closed and didn’t utter a sound, her face contorted from the intrusion of the foreign object in her mouth. As I moved my hips, I caressed her breasts; the fact that a woman nearing 40 had such elastic breasts made me marvel as if I had found a treasure. With a little more force, a mound of beautiful flesh quickly filled my palm, and at this moment, I wouldn’t let go even for a thousand reasons. Although she was sleeping soundly, I hoped she would react, so I increased the pressure of my hand, her round, soft breasts deforming beyond recognition in my hands, but she didn’t even flinch, which made me feel a little disappointed yet also a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.)

(What would happen if I were a little rougher? I was curious. I reached into her V-neck, unhooked her bra, and pulled out her magnificent breasts. Her fair and large breasts came into view, still bearing the marks of my footing. Her areolas were a little darker, and the nipples of a woman who had breastfed were slightly larger. I thought that besides her son, her husband must also love this place. So, it would be very pleasurable to defile it. I opened my mouth and began to suckle, my tongue circling around her nipple. In no time, it was incredibly erect.

At this moment, my penis, which was in her mouth, swelled even more. I couldn't resist lifting her skirt. Her flesh-colored thong tightly covered her lower body. I really liked flesh-colored underwear; it made her body look even more sexy, like a layer of disguised skin on a woman's body.) I surveyed my prey, noticing her already moist vulva, the seeping fluid staining her panties a deep brown.

I extended my middle finger, pressing lightly against her clitoris through her panties, slowly circling it. I could smell the woman's anticipation of intercourse. Her vulva seemed to beckon. I withdrew my penis from her mouth, parted her legs, and the hidden entrance to her valley was brazenly revealed. But I hesitated. Should I simply dismantle her last defenses, or make her bend over?

Without much thought, I forcefully turned her around. The sight of her full, round buttocks was almost unbearable. I then pulled her panties upwards with force, the top digging deep into her vulva. I could clearly see her dark pubic hair. At that moment, she stirred.

"Ugh..."

Is it unbearable? My goddess.

Her slender fingers gripped the sheets. I knew she'd regain consciousness soon, but the real show was just beginning. I put my middle finger in my mouth, smeared it with saliva, and gently pressed it against the opening of her panties. My finger then slid up and down along the opening, and Hou Fang's buttocks trembled even more violently. A woman who reacts is always better than one who doesn't. I used my finger to hook up the bunched-up panties and then released them sharply. The panties bounced back and slapped against her clitoris, and her breathing became increasingly heavy. I repeated this action until her inner thighs stiffened, then I paused for a moment.

"You know, if your husband knew about his beautiful wife's... well, you know... "

I brought my face close to her legs, scrutinizing the alluring opening before me. "It's already so wet that many men could enjoy it... wouldn't he feel a different kind of pleasure? Don't you think men subconsciously want their wives to be intimate with other men in front of them?"

She didn't answer. I figured she couldn't speak yet. Looking into her purse, I found her cell phone, and a very exciting motive flashed through my mind. I found 'husband's' number in my contacts and pressed the dial button, waiting for a game to begin.

"Beep... beep... Hello, darling, what's up?"

I put the cell phone to Hou Fang's lips.

"Say hello to your husband! He'll definitely want to know what you're doing right now,"

I whispered in her ear.

Then I pulled down her thong, revealing her alluring vulva, glistening with pearls. I brought my face close, taking a deep breath through my nose, feeling an unprecedented happiness. The unique, sensual scent of a mature woman filled my nostrils. I extended my tongue, gliding it lightly over her vulva like a boat gliding over water, my tongue tip coated with slippery love juice. Without thinking, I tasted her flavor in my mouth.

The slippery, smooth taste of a mature woman was indescribable. I licked upwards at her tightly closed anus, raising goosebumps on her buttocks. Now, the real show was about to begin. I could no longer be slow and deliberate, sucking deeply into her vulva, making "slurp, slurp, slurp" sounds. Finally, I gently bit her labia, and Hou Fang's body trembled slightly as she let out a soft "hmm."

"Fang, how are you? Why aren't you saying anything... Hey... Hey..."

I want her now, I want her madly. Before this, I whispered in her ear, "Beautiful lady, after you taste my cock, you won't want your husband anymore."

Her body tensed up, she woke up faster than I expected, but it was all too late.

I turned her over, her eyes were still closed but her breathing was heavy, I roughly spread her legs, my glans pressed against her vulva, hesitated for a moment and then thrust in hard, Hou Fang immediately frowned deeply, bit her lower lip to hold back her cries, her body stiffened and arched.

"Ah...so tight..."

After my penis was completely inside, I quickly pulled it out and then went in again. Now I had become a beast. An anxious voice came from the other end of the cell phone: "Fang, what's going on? Where are you? Why do I hear a man's voice?"

Tears streamed down Hou Fang's face as she struggled to cover her mouth and nose with her hands. Seeing her desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment, I wrapped my arms around her legs and put them on my shoulders, raising her plump buttocks so that I could penetrate even deeper. When the head of my penis was almost touching her cervix, she couldn't help but let out a sound of

"Ugh...mmm...it hurts..." "This...this...you...you shameless woman, what the hell are you doing?" This was truly a unique live show; the audience didn't need to be large, just one important person was enough. Hearing her husband's angry rebuke, Hou Fang had recovered most of her composure. She finally opened her eyes, picked up her cell phone, and opened her mouth to say something, but with my penis thrusting in and out of her cunt, large beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and she timidly didn't know what to say. I raised my hand and slapped her round buttocks hard, and she let out a pitiful "Ah!" "Hou Fang! You shameless woman, tell me, where are you! Tell me!" "Husband...I...I'm not...it's not what you think...Waaah..." "Damn! You dare call me while doing this? It's not what I think, so what is it?" While listening to her conversation with her husband, I thrust into her hole with all my might. She had to suppress the trembling sounds while also trying to free her hands to push away my lower abdomen. During the process, her breasts swayed violently in front of me, and her vulva secreted a lot of vaginal fluid. The extra stimulation of intercourse gave her body an incredible pleasure.

I reached out and pinched her nipple, leaning close to her ear: "I want you to tell him, quick! Or I'll pinch it off!"

With that, I pinched her nipple even harder.

Hou Fang looked pained, her eyes pleading as she shook her head desperately.

"Or do you want your son to see how a mother plays with a man's vagina?"

I had to stop what I was doing to warn her. A woman can betray her husband, but she cannot lose her dignity as a mother in front of her son. The reason is simple: a husband can be found again, but a son cannot.

She looked sorrowful, closed her eyes, and turned her head away. After a while, she opened her eyes, her expression gradually turning strange and resolute. Then she put down her cell phone, pressed the hands-free button, and gave me a mysterious look.

"Husband...do you really want to know...what I'm doing right now?"

"Nonsense! You lowly slut, you...you better tell me the truth!"

I forgot that my penis was still inside her hot, horny hole, and listened to her sexy, seductive voice. Then I urged her in my heart (say it...say it...).

"Didn't you always want to know...if other men besides you also want to fuck your wife?"

So good! She really said it! Now it was my turn to go blank. She really said it!

"Oh...didn't you want to know if other men would feel as good as you when they're between your wife's legs?"

She not only spoke lewdly, but also licked her lips with her tongue, then cupped her breasts with both hands and slowly rubbed them. I didn't care how she had changed so much. Obviously, the importance of her son to her had an unexpected effect. I immediately started thrusting wildly.

"Darling... there's a man in front of me... I don't know him... but... but he's roughly spreading my legs and thrusting into your wife's cunt... oh... he's so hard..."

Her husband, unusually, didn't say a word. I continued thrusting my abdomen in and out of his beautiful wife's private parts, thinking that her husband probably wouldn't live to hear her finish.

After a long time, after countless violent intercourses, a weak, faint voice came from the cell phone: "Did he... did he touch your breasts?"

"Yes... his hand played with there too... mmm... and... and..."

"...and where else?"

"And...and my asshole... oh..."

Hou Fang's expression became increasingly chaotic during her conversation with her husband.

"You slut... are you... are you comfortable? What is he doing now?"

(Of course, he's fucking your wife hard!

"Ah... ah... thrusting..."

"Do you like his southern kingdom? Ah..."

I noticed that her husband's tone was strange, could it be...

"...I...I like...um...bigger than yours...darling...what...what are you doing now?"

This couple's bizarre fetish was an unparalleled aphrodisiac. I pulled out my penis and quickly lifted her up to sit. Hou Fang's plump buttocks writhed in rhythm, and my penis felt incredibly good.

"I...I'm holding my penis in my hand, imagining you being played with...ah...you're so filthy...slutty..."

Our increasingly violent thrusts made "plop plop" sounds.

"Harder...fuck her harder...I want you to fuck her to death...fuck her to death..."

Hou Fang's disheveled hair fell over her shoulders, completely different from the elegant lady she looked on the street today. Her arms wrapped around me, digging deep into my skin. The stinging and tingling sensation was irresistible. I probably wouldn't survive today. Since I was going to die anyway, this was kind of enjoyable. With a determined heart, I held Hou Fang's plump buttocks with both hands and frantically thrust up and down for the final sprint.

"Ah...ah ah...husband...I...I'm dying..."

"...Oh...I...me too..."

"My hole...is going to break..."

Ah...ah...almost there! I held her tightly, already, already...

"Shoot inside...ah...shoot your thick semen into her uterus...shoot...shoot...shoot..." My

glans loosened, the vas deferens twitched, and the hot semen shot straight into Hou Fang's clitoris. She felt it and reached orgasm at the same time, convulsing continuously. No, it should be said that all three of us reached our peak at the same time.

"...Ah..."

Hou Fang fell back, lying on the bed panting, completely lost in thought. And I took the opportunity to lie on her chest, burying my face between her large breasts. It felt like I had just fallen from heaven to hell. Now, I felt like I was dead.

"Her body is pretty good, isn't it..."

After some time, Hou Fang's husband said leisurely through his mobile phone.

"Other men's wives always seem the most alluring... Sleeping with someone else's wife is every man's dream, but there won't be a next time."

With that, he ended the call, leaving only

the echoing "beep...beep..." in the air.

(Article 49: My Two Days and Two Nights with a Lovely Young Woman)

Seeing the experiences of you veterans, I'm truly impressed!

Here, I'll share a passionate story I experienced.

To my shame, I had just started working when I lost my job. I was spending time alone in internet cafes when a young woman I rarely chatted with started talking to me on QQ. I was very upset at the time, so I told her a lot about my troubles—work frustrations and the pressures of life. She comforted me like an older sister. I was so touched. From then on, we got along better and better, chatting online every day. She was from Chengdu, and we talked about her life, her student days, and I learned that she had been married for eight years and had a five-year-old daughter. Her husband worked for a telecommunications company.

Later, I met a job offer from a company in another city. They were very satisfied with me. It was an engineering and construction company, and I went to work in the field with the team. I was responsible for information reporting. I was online every day, which was my only source of entertainment. After lunch and dinner, I would chat with her. Once, I talked about my sex life with my first girlfriend, which excited her. She sighed and said that

she longed for that kind of love. I asked her: "

Aren't you satisfied with your current husband?"

She didn't answer me directly, only saying that she knew she had only been with her current husband and sometimes wanted to experience what it felt like with other men.

I said okay, come visit my place sometime, and she asked how to get there, if it was fun, etc.

I didn't think much of it at the time.

Later, in November (2003), the company needed people in its Hunan branch, so they transferred me there. I rarely went to such a far place, so I readily agreed.

After arriving in Hunan, I realized I was really not used to it. As a northerner, I suffered from the dampness every day. I told her about it when I was online at night, and she comforted me like an older sister. About a month passed like this. Then one night when we were chatting, she suddenly said that she... She might be going on a business trip to Hunan, so I told her to come see me. She agreed, and I gave her my phone number.

On the third day, after dinner, I received a call from her. Hearing her southern accent, I knew it was her. She said she was about to board the train, and I told her to be careful on the journey.

The next day at noon, I received another call from her. She said she had arrived at the small city in Hunan where I was and was at the train station, asking me to pick her up. I asked my supervisor for leave that afternoon,

saying my classmate was passing through and I needed to pick him up.

When I got to the station, I found her exactly as she had described on the phone. She was a typical southern woman, around 32 years old, petite, with a long face and fair, delicate skin.

Her long hair, loose and disheveled from an overnight train ride, was a little messy.

She wore a trench coat and mid-heeled pointed leather boots.

After a few pleasantries, I took her travel bag and led her to a restaurant. We chatted about our experiences and observations on the road.

After dinner, I asked if she was tired. I told

her I'd find her a place to stay if she was, but she said she wasn't and wanted to walk around and see the small city.

"That's great!" I said, and took her for a walk. We went to a nearby park and played for a while, I telling her funny stories. She seemed very happy with me, like a little girl. As it got dark, we left the park.

I knew we should have a good meal; we had plans for the evening. We took a taxi to a Sichuan-style hot pot restaurant and ordered dog meat hot pot. I asked if she wanted to drink, and she said a little. I ordered a bottle of local Hunan liquor, XX Daqu.

We ate, drank, and laughed.

We sat on the same side of the table, eating and drinking as we went.

When I didn't have a glass in my hand, I placed it on her thigh. She had taken off her trench coat, and I gently massaged her thigh. She placed one of her free hands under the table on top of mine, and her thighs tightly clamped around my hand.

I knew she was aroused. After finishing a bottle of baijiu, I felt a little dizzy—the saying goes, "wine and women are intoxicating!"

Seeing that she wasn't drunk yet, I asked if she wanted more, but she asked if I could drink.

What a clever little woman! I ordered five more beers.

After that, I dared not drink any more, so I paid the bill and we went out. I put my arm around her; she was also a little drunk. As we walked, I smelled the fragrance of her hair. She said this was her happiest night, like being back in the days of dating!

I was so touched.

We found a hotel not far from my office and booked a standard room.

We looked like lovers then. We sat on the bed watching TV for a while, and I remembered I needed to call my workplace. I told the woman I was going out to make the call, and as I walked towards the door, she said it was the same to make the call from here, and came over and hugged me, asking if I would stay with her that night.

I realized she was worried I would sneak back to work and leave her behind. A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I hugged her and kissed her passionately. She was panting heavily. I couldn't resist unzipping her jeans with one hand and reaching down. She was already wet down there. I kissed her from above and caressed her genitals. She couldn't take it anymore. She

slowly knelt down and started unbuckling my belt. When it came off, my swollen penis sprang out. Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth and gave me a blowjob. It was probably too stimulating, because I immediately ejaculated. I quickly pulled it out of her mouth, and a stream shot off her face and onto the hotel wall.

Before I could ejaculate a second time, she took it into her mouth again, and not a drop spilled. I realized she had swallowed it all.

Afterwards, she ran to the bathroom and coughed loudly. She

came out saying I'd choked her.

(I chuckled to myself.) I lay on the bed, turned the TV down, and called my boss at work. I told him a classmate was passing through and wanted to stay, so I'd hang out with him tonight. My boss reminded us to be careful!

Thanks, boss!

After the call, I felt like the party was about to begin. I was a little tired, so I lay on the bed watching TV and told her to take a shower first. After she finished, I kissed her and went to shower.

Southern winters are so tough; I was freezing after showering. I rushed back to bed. She was covered by the blanket, only her head sticking out to watch TV. I quickly crawled in, and she immediately leaned in, her little hand grabbing my penis. Her warm body pressed tightly against mine. I remember we chatted for a while while watching TV, like a married couple.

One of her hands kept teasing my penis, and it slowly got hard. She rolled over on top of me, using one hand to support herself as she slowly sat down.

The TV was still on, and we were both panting, our penises moving like pistons.

Her breathing grew heavier. I reached down; my pubic hair was wet—she was so wet.

I felt so wet myself. She took her panties and put one hand under me.

We continued, and during her climax, she cried out and pressed herself against my chest.

I held her, my penis still inside her.

She said not to pull out, to stay in a little longer, that it felt so good.

Afterward, she lay down beside me, saying she hadn't been this happy in a long time. Her husband's penis was small, and she'd never felt this way. As she spoke, her phone rang. She told me to be quiet and answered in Sichuan dialect. I recognized it as her husband calling.

Suddenly, it felt so exciting. I held my naked wife, who was still on the phone with him.

I hugged her from behind and touched her breasts. She was still on the phone in Sichuan dialect. My penis was hard again, and I slowly pushed into her from behind. She tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let go, chuckling to myself.

After the phone call, she turned around and playfully punched me with her small fist, saying I was naughty, and then snuggled into my arms.

I'm quite strong, while she's only 1.63 meters tall, a petite woman. While teasing me, she crawled under the covers and took me in her mouth, sucking until my penis was swollen and unbearable.

She was on top, and I thrust into her for about half an hour. She loved it when this strong man pressed heavily on her and penetrated her deeply.

After we finished, I asked her if I had hurt her, and she said she wanted to be penetrated hard when she was about to climax.

What a stunner!

She curled up in my arms and slept quietly, one hand tightly gripping my penis.

It was my first time spending the night with a woman like this, and I was really excited.

People in the south start work early, and I got up to go to the company just as dawn broke. She woke up and asked if I was going to work. I said yes, and she hugged me again, acting cute and affectionate. We made love for a while longer, finally ending up on her stomach. She touched it with her hand and wiped it with her underwear.

I kissed her and told her to go to sleep while I finished my work at the company and would come back.

There wasn't much work at the company, so I went to get breakfast, finished submitting and collecting reports, told my boss I was going to visit a friend, and took leave.

I bought her breakfast on the street and went to the hotel.

She was already up and putting on makeup.

I hugged her tightly from behind and kissed her neck; the scent of a mature woman intoxicated me.

After she finished getting ready and we ate, I took her for a walk. She got her hair done, and I talked to her like a girlfriend.

Her hair looked much prettier now that it was straight. We strolled around, looking at boutiques and local shopping malls. Later, I saw a really nice pair of pants, and she said they looked good on her, so I bought them. When I paid, the shopkeeper said my girlfriend had already paid for them.

When I asked her after we left, she told me it was a keepsake for me. I was so touched.

Women are such emotional creatures, so adorable!

At noon, we ate at a Hunan Tujia restaurant and drank beer.

She could really drink; we were all a bit tipsy when we came out. I suggested we find a place to rest, and we saw a teahouse not far away, so we went in. A pot of tea cost 30 yuan, and we got a small private room.

Perfect! I told the waiter not to come unless we called him. After the waiter left, we couldn't hold back any longer. We felt like we'd been suppressing our feelings for so long, and we kissed her passionately, pushed her down onto the sofa, lifted her clothes, and started kissing her breasts. The woman lay on the sofa, only moaning. I took the opportunity to unbutton her jeans; she was still wearing leather boots. I buried my face between her legs and licked her hard until she was soaking wet. Then I took out my engorged penis and thrust it inside.

I thrust for about half an hour before ejaculating.

The woman seemed paralyzed, lying on the sofa panting heavily.

Afterwards, we rested for a while and drank some tea. When we

came out after paying the bill, I felt like I was floating, my body was completely exhausted.

We took a taxi and went back to the hotel. I felt so tired, so I took a shower and we took a nap together. We

slept until after 5 pm, when I felt hungry and got up. I went to the company to hand over my work, while she was still fast asleep.

At the company, I processed a bunch of reports, greeted my boss, and then went to take care of her.

I was so busy.

When we got back to the hotel, she was still asleep. I turned on the TV and snuggled up next to her to watch. After she woke up, we went out for dinner, and then went back to the hotel. We had another night of intense lovemaking!

That night, the young woman was so greedy, taking me four or five times until the sheets were soaked. There were two beds in the standard room, so we moved to the other bed to sleep.

The next day at noon, I saw her off, and she was still reluctant to leave.

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