[We're divorced, please hold me tight] Author: Unknown

A sea breeze blew by, and I shivered involuntarily as I sat on the bench.
I instinctively looked at my wife beside me; she was looking at me too.
Our eyes met, and we remained silent. After a long while, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Ten years. Do you still remember this place?
This is a small path by the sea, lined with casuarina trees. No one has walked here in a long time; the wild grass along the path has almost completely covered it."
I smiled bitterly and said I remembered.
How could I forget? It was here that my wife gave me her first time.
A blush rose on her face; she must have also remembered that happy memory.
I don't deny that I was a typical playboy in college.
In my classmates' eyes, I was the kind of person who could play the game of love. Putting aside my refined and proper appearance, because I had a wide range of knowledge—though not in any particular area—I was at least considered by many girls to be a handsome guy with a lot of knowledge and brains. Plus, I was talkative and had a decent sense of humor, so it was easy for me to get along with people.
Having dated quite a few girls over the years, every time I went out with one, aside from the usual social events, movies, meals, and dancing, I always managed to sneak in a little flirtation—from holding hands to kissing, and even… Unfortunately, I've never had anyone I could take my relationship to the next level. Those girls who want that position will probably have to wait forever, because I'm quite content with my current "passing through a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging" situation and have no intention of changing it, until she appeared… She's my classmate, and we met at an inter-departmental social event.
She's a year younger than me, a girl with classic Eastern beauty, a round face, big, watery eyes, and long hair. She's gentle, quiet, kind, and considerate, possessing the pure and lovely charm typical of southern girls. She's naturally unassuming, not good at socializing, and rarely laughs or talks loudly in front of strangers.
That event was the first time I truly felt her presence, and somehow, without any reservations, I poured out all my secrets to her. She listened quietly, occasionally casting me a faint smile, without uttering a word. She simply listened as I talked, laughed, complained, and grumbled; she was merely a listener… In that instant, I felt a sense of understanding and acceptance in her gaze, which made my grateful heart uneasy and reluctant to part. So I could only awkwardly thank her.
From then on, she, who shouldn't have intersected with my social circle, became my best listener. When I encountered setbacks or sadness, she was the first person I thought of to tell; and her deep inner world, which she didn't want outsiders to intrude upon, gradually unfolded before me. It became almost a routine; after class, I would carry my books and walk with her to her dormitory, staying until she went upstairs before returning to my own space. A gentle affection thus began to blossom.
In the days that followed, I often saw the two of us walking hand in hand on campus. Under my ardent pursuit, our relationship progressed rapidly.
It was a romantic spring day. We strolled hand-in-hand along the seaside path. Her soft black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the adorable girl in her pink top and snow-white skirt was captivating.
"Yahan..." I said, looking at her.
"What is it?" She turned, her adorable eyes filled with questioning, but she looked away hastily when I stared at her.
I put my arm around her shoulder, and she didn't resist. I pulled her close to me.
Her breasts were quite full, and her curves were beautiful.
Her seemingly innocent appearance belied her sexy, mature body, which excited me greatly.
I took her slender fingers and gently kissed them along her arm, softly pressing them against her cherry lips.
I sealed her lips with my own, gently sucking on her rose-petal-like lower lip, then plunged my tongue into her mouth.
She let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, her face flushed, her beautiful long eyelashes fluttering, and the saliva on her tongue released a rich, musky scent.
I pressed my lips to hers, capturing them in my mouth, savoring the exquisite sensation.
She let out a rapid moan, our tongues mingling in our mouths, sticky and intertwined, exchanging saliva.
The noticeable change in my lower abdomen made me acutely aware of my desire.
"I like you..." I cupped my hands over her breasts, slowly tracing their shape through her blouse.
"Mmm..." She shifted slightly, but didn't resist. The gentle caress through her bra made my heart pound rapidly.
My hands slid inside her blouse, pulling up her bra, reveling in the exquisite feel of her soft skin.
Her breasts were sensitive; when my fingers touched her nipples, she reflexively cried out.
I gripped her swollen breasts tightly.
"Ah...no..." she succumbed to the wonderful tightness.
I held her waist with my right hand, spread her legs with my knees, and moved my left hand down, penetrating her inner thighs.
She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, but it was too late, and she was immediately in a shameful position, her thighs pressed tightly together.
Fingers, trapped between her legs, moved back and forth across her thighs through her silk panties, caressing the warm sensation.
Her fingers slipped along the seam of her panties, gently rubbing her clitoris.
"Ah..." she trembled all over, as if electrocuted.
Parting her labia, my middle finger slowly entered her vagina.
Her virgin vagina was incredibly sensitive; even a finger felt a slight pain.
My finger slowly rubbed the edge of her vagina, occasionally stimulating her clitoris.
"Yahan, you're already wet." I held up my honey-scented middle finger and waved it in front of her, a blush of embarrassment rising on her face.
Seeing her shy expression only fueled my desire to conquer her.
Slowly, I pulled down her skirt and panties together, a playful hand moving downwards, pinching and skillfully manipulating her swaying buttocks.
I slowly squatted down, my face and the hand that had been caressing her breasts moving together to her slightly sparse triangle area. My fingers slowly reached for her labia, at which point she seemed a little bewildered. Looking at her blushing, tender cheeks, an inexplicable tenderness welled up within me.
Suddenly, I parted her tightly closed thighs with both hands, revealing the virgin's red, narrow slit. Then, I extended my index finger and rubbed it up and down along the slightly concave crevice… “Ah…no…” she moaned in a daze, but contrary to her inner desires, she kept shaking her body, chasing the pleasure brought by my fingertips.
I parted the soft pubic hair, caressed the mysterious, alluring flesh, and forcefully inserted my index finger into the opened petals. The pad of my finger stimulated her between the two wet, slippery labia, discovering that the tiny opening was secreting a large amount of slippery love fluid.
The bright red clitoris erected alluringly. I used my middle and ring fingers to hold it, while my thumb met my index finger, the index finger stroking the inner wall.
"I want to see all of you, everything about you, I want it all." "Ah! How embarrassing..." She covered her face with her hands, the blush spreading all the way to her neck. It was hard to imagine that she, usually so innocent and pure, could be so alluring.
I moved my body, spreading her legs apart, and placed my fingers on her vulva, slowly opening it into a V-shape. The open slit was a vibrant pink. Looking into the center of the opening, I saw the walls of her vulva rising and falling gently with her breath.
"Ah! No, don't look like that..." I thrust my tongue deep into her opening, and she shook her head from side to side, her body trembling adorably, my tongue stirring the center of her honeypot.
"Ah...ah, ah!" "Feels good, doesn't it? Look, it's all wet." "Ah...ah...so embarrassing!" I deliberately made lewd squelching sounds while vigorously caressing her secret place. Sticky liquid gradually gushed from her mysterious spring.
"Ah...ah...mmm...no!" "Really no?" I asked her jokingly. She shyly shook her head and wiped away the excited tears on her face. She, who had always been considered a lady, had probably never been asked such a question before!
"Ah...ah..." Her secret garden was covered with saliva and love juice, glistening wetly. The petals, licked vigorously by my tongue, had already bloomed magnificently. Her seductive flesh responded to my tongue and fingers with burning heat and elasticity.
The honey-like juice overflowing from her labia gradually soaked the grass beneath her anus.
"Your expression is so alluring," I whispered gently in her ear.
"Ah...no way..." At this moment, I stood up, unzipped my jeans, and my young, magnificent penis stood erect.
"Hmm...okay, Yahan, we can start now." I held my penis in one hand, rubbing the glistening glans, while the other hand pressed against her labia, my index and middle fingers spreading her open abruptly. Then, I pressed the glans against her bright red hymen, gently moving my hips slightly forward and backward, causing the hymen to ripple like waves on a calm sea.
"I'm scared..." she uttered tremblingly, but her body was too weak to break free from me.
I thrust in without mercy, even though the vaginal walls were so narrow, not allowing for too vigorous thrusting. Just like my stubborn and unyielding personality, I still managed to fully penetrate her. A
strong sense of fullness surged through her lower body after the sharp pain, my strong penis pumping in and out of her body.
"Ugh!" Intense pleasure spread from her deep clitoris in all directions, an unprecedented feeling of comfort, accompanied by pain, making her unable to control herself.
The sticky, wet walls of her flesh clung to my penis, tumbling in and out with each thrust. The feeling of my chest pressing against her breasts was simply wonderful.
She, who had always been reluctant to confront the desires of her age, had completely shattered her inhibitions.
Perhaps due to fatigue, she seemed to have forgotten the intense pain she had just experienced, even merging into the ever-increasing pleasure that nearly made her faint.
She slowly opened her mouth, as if out of control, and shamefully discovered her saliva dripping down. Her taut buttocks began to thrust upwards, not only inspiring me to take the initiative but also giving her more courage to pursue pleasure.
The techniques and experience I had learned from other women made her, experiencing love for the first time, feel like she was in heaven. Completely unfazed, my wild hands moved nimbly again, my lips once more pressed against hers, sucking away the incongruous saliva on her beautiful cheeks.
My fingers pinched her erect nipple with one hand, while the other reached across half her body, slipping into her sensual center, pinching the clitoris that was constantly being assaulted by my penis.
Fresh, moist petals, a smooth belly, soft breasts, ecstatic cherry lips, delicate moans… My thrusting grew frenzied, her cries began to change, then her hot vagina began to convulse, her legs began to spasm, and suddenly the dryness at our point of contact disappeared.
“Ugh… ah…” Her beautiful face flushed red, after experiencing the most beautiful sensation between a man and a woman, she seemed utterly helpless, weak, and powerless… “This is an orgasm, isn’t it…” she asked shyly, her mind hazy.
But I showed no sign of stopping; my thick penis continued to thrust inside her. Her body unconsciously began to relax, even her slender hands that had been tightly gripping my back loosened unconsciously.
A stronger current suddenly surged from my lower body to my head, and I, pressing down on her body, couldn’t help but quicken my pace. After a while, I stopped, my hot penis exploding deep inside her body. Instantly, her relaxed body tensed up again, convulsing and spasming violently.
Warm semen surged towards her like a tidal wave; her body walls were so warm, I felt like I was melting. The intense, overwhelming excitement plunged us both into a deep, intoxicating ecstasy, lost in the dense forest of passion… This was a scene from ten years ago.
I suddenly realized that I, who had always been cynical, had fallen hopelessly in love with her from that moment on.
My friends, who initially thought I was just playing around, even tried to dissuade me, saying, "A good rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow." I smiled, not wanting to argue, but simply intensifying my gentle advances. We became even more deeply infatuated with each other, both physically and emotionally. Our dates not only involved spiritual communication but also the passionate love and desire of youth. We loved, and then we made love… I resolved to say goodbye to my past, to bid farewell to those promiscuous years, to those sweet nothings, to games, to everything. Yesterday is dead, today is new.
After graduation, we got married.
When the wedding car stopped in front of the gate, my friends urged me to help my wife out of the car. Amidst cheers, I carried her to the ceremony. At that time, my wife was a voluptuous, mature, and shy girl, and I was a strong and happy newlywed man.
I remember in the first year or two after our marriage, our love nest was filled with romantic love and burning passion; storms of passion could erupt at any moment. The bathroom, balcony, sofa, floor, walls, even the kitchen bore witness to our madness, our inseparable shadows.
My wife and I embraced passionately, thrusting in and out of her body wave after wave, constantly changing our intercourse techniques to achieve maximum pleasure, the most intense loss of control, until I, as the male protagonist, had to ejaculate, filling her depths with the glistening, viscous fluid, and then hearing her moan in my ear, "Don't you really love me anymore?" My wife looked up, her face already streaked with tears.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
For ten years, we never had a single argument or quarrel; life had always been peaceful and uneventful.
I knew she would never believe me, because even I didn't believe myself. I never imagined that one day I would betray the wife I once loved so deeply.
"I don't know," I said dryly. "I always wanted you to be happy and to be well. You deserve the best, someone better than me." My wife gave a soft, bitter smile: "Wishing you happiness is always the most beautiful farewell phrase." She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, as if murmuring to herself, yet also as if speaking to me: "Perhaps it really can't be salvaged, and who can?" I fell silent, and memories flooded back.
The passion of our honeymoon slowly faded, and the days that followed became like flowing water: having children, starting a business, going into commerce, and the indifference that often characterized marriage gradually crept between us. Money gradually increased, but our feelings gradually stagnated. My wife worked as a civil servant in an administrative agency; we went to work at the same time every day and left at almost the same time. Our child went to boarding school. To others, life seemed like flawless happiness.
But the more peaceful the happiness, the greater the chance of sudden change. Then
I met her.
When life is as bland and ubiquitous as water, even the simplest drink feels like a true enjoyment. She is Lu'er.
I don't remember when I started to dread holidays, because in recent years my wife has focused all her attention on our son, and I spend my holidays alone, which makes me feel incredibly lost and lonely.
Watching my wife and son together, a sense of isolation suddenly arises. I feel like I can't enter their world, just as a nail can't be driven into a thick steel plate.
I don't know what's missing between my wife and me now; I just feel that when we're together, we're often speechless, as if we're growing increasingly distant.
It was probably Lu'er who first extended the invitation, wasn't it? I never considered whether she approached me because I was her boss or because she genuinely liked me, but her youthful enthusiasm and generosity were irresistible.
"Hi! Mr. Fang, please take care of me in the future." "Mr. Fang, I've heard you play tennis very well. I'd like to learn. Could you teach me?" she asked, her big eyes wide open. Only then did I notice her beautiful eyes.
Lu'er was 24 years old, and had only been with my company for two years after graduating from university. Unlike my introverted, quiet, and elegant wife, Lu'er was fashionable, avant-garde, cheerful, and lively. She had elegant shoulder-length hair, a sweet voice, and dressed sexily, making her a favorite among almost all the men in the company.
Our relationship began with purely work-related exchanges. She was insightful and capable; her business proposals always left a deep impression. So I started to notice her and admire her.
Afterward, I played a few tennis games with her and treated her to meals a few times. She would intentionally or unintentionally give me a smile at work; and when I was in a bad mood, her caring gaze always soothed me. So I started going shopping with her at noon, a certain feeling brewing within me.
But after all, she was her boss, and office romances are easily sensationalized, so our relationship remained ambiguous—closer than colleagues, but not quite boyfriend and girlfriend.
It had been a long time since I'd felt that flutter in my heart, sweet yet nerve-wracking.
Was it a new romance? I wondered to myself, or rather, I was hoping.
Perhaps it was.
Perhaps it was just a manifestation of desire.
Deep down, I didn't want to admit that my relationship with my wife was in serious crisis. How many times had I longed for that morning, for my wife to surround me with her unique tenderness, for us to make love, to be entwined in passionate embrace?
But my wife seemed to have forgotten the bliss we once shared. What would my
wife think of this new romance? Would she make
a scene? Or would she quietly walk away?
But the question was, would I let her know?
Facing Lu'er's radiant smile, I felt a sense of anticipation, yet also a strange sense of guilt. I kept wondering, what would my wife think? Like a prisoner released on pardon, I felt lost and bewildered at the prospect of freedom.
I knew I couldn't continue like this, or I would never be able to pull myself together and break free of my shell.
"Jiaming: Tomorrow's a day off, want to go for a walk in the mountains together? Lu." Lu'er's note was tucked into her unread documents. Her way of addressing me had subtly evolved from "General Manager Fang" to "Jiaming." I looked at her; she gave me a gentle, tender smile.
It was time for a walk; I hadn't felt like taking a vacation in ages.
The wind whistled past the car window. The temperature was 20 degrees Celsius, and my mood shifted from cloudy to sunny.
Lu'er, sitting beside me, wore a bright yellow knit sweater in a Rayli style, a pink satin A-line skirt, white silk stockings, and suede high-heeled ankle boots. She was charming and alluring, exuding youthful sexiness.
My heart fluttered slightly… How long had it been since I felt this way?
I parked the car outside the forest park; crowds were scattered across the lakeside meadow. We strolled slowly together, chatting and laughing about life. The conversation shifted to marriage and wives.
"Are you happy? Do you still love your wife?" "I...I don't know." Our laughter abruptly stopped at her casual question. I fell silent, quietly lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and exhaled a stuffy smoke ring.
"Is there a problem with your sex life?" Lu'er asked frankly, seemingly without any shame. "Your life must be too bland." I nodded; in front of her, I seemed unable to hide any secrets.
"Sex is the body of love; it's unimaginable to live together without passion," Lu'er said calmly, as if trying to tell me something.
I looked up and casually countered, "What about you? Have you ever experienced a deeply unforgettable love?" "Me?" She paused. "Do you want to know?" "Of course!" I puffed out my chest.
So she slowly closed her eyes, sealing herself away in her memories
… ********** ... Though small, the room was fully equipped. A small desk sat in the corner, and rows of bookshelves on the walls were filled with books. Before the small window were potted plants he had cultivated himself—chrysanthemums, dahlias, and roses—blooming in vibrant colors. The fragrance filled the tiny room. He invited Lu'er into the room for tea. (It's truly remarkable that he can live so comfortably here!) Looking at him, who was only in his thirties, Lu'er thought to herself, "Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" "Teacher, don't you feel lonely living here?" "Lonely? Sometimes, of course, but if a beautiful lady like you comes to visit often, I won't feel lonely." "Teacher, you're joking," Lu'er said shyly. "There's nothing much to do today, so why don't you have lunch here?" Lu'er nodded. He turned on the CD player and played some soothing music. He left Lu'er in the room and went to the small kitchen to make some snacks. Although the school had a cafeteria, he always preferred to cook his own lunch. About half an hour later, he came in carrying a plate. The two sat down at the table and ate happily. He casually took out a bottle of red wine from the desk, and the two sipped it, the atmosphere very pleasant. "I can't hold my liquor, please forgive me, teacher..." Lu'er said softly, her cheeks already as red as the evening glow. "Come...come...it's rare to have such a beautiful lady visit, especially since she's my most admired student." The two spent an unknown amount of time before finishing their meal. After the meal, the two didn't leave the small room, but instead quietly enjoyed the music. Perhaps due to exhaustion, Lu'er drifted off to sleep as soon as the music started. She didn't know how long she slept, but suddenly felt a heavy pressure on her body. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw that it was him pressing down on her. She felt a little scared. "No!" she cried out, pushing him away with all her might. But his upper body only moved slightly, his lower body remained completely still. She seemed to know that her body would be penetrated and sucked together by this person. "Teacher, why? Why are you doing this?" she struggled desperately. "Lu'er, I love you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my dream girl." His lustful voice rang in Lu'er's ears. "No...don't..." she whispered.

“I know this is wrong, but just once, Lu’er, please let me hold you?” he pleaded breathlessly.
“No…no…” she continued to resist, but her limbs were tightly bound and restrained by the man, rendering her completely immobile.
He withdrew one hand, but that didn’t mean he stopped. He parted Lu’er’s hair, found her ears, and gently stroked her earlobes, then slowly made circles, moving slowly to her snow-white neck, and then sliding from her neck to her chest. This made Lu’er’s breathing become erratic, but he did not immediately violate her breasts. He simply ran his fingers along her sides, while simultaneously pulling open her outer garment, revealing her beautiful figure.
He kissed Lu’er, their hot lips pressed together, unwilling to separate for a long time. His tongue reached out, chasing after the tongue that had been trying to escape, and Lu’er finally swallowed the saliva he offered.
The dazed feeling of being invaded made Lu'er involuntarily hug him tighter, indulging in the man's scent, her eyes becoming hazy and lifeless.
Only then did he lower Lu'er's last line of defense, revealing her flawless body completely before his eyes. His seemingly magical hands finally climbed her breasts, slowly ascending from the bottom, circling for a long time at the mountainside, and finally reaching the summit.
Although she wanted to resist with all her might, her disobedient buds gradually hardened, and her mysterious private parts became somewhat wet. Yet he still manipulated his skillful hands, playing with Lu'er's breasts until both breasts gradually became swollen and firm, before moving his territory to attack the inner thighs.
One hand gently caressed her inner thigh, while the other circled her private parts, once, twice, three times… Intense pleasure surged through her, but a sense of emptiness gradually filled Lu'er's body. Longing for caresses, she finally arched her back and swayed.
Seeing her reaction, he gently stroked her private area, tracing the cleft up and down, finding the sensitive clitoris. He pressed and kneaded it with his thumb, while his index and middle fingers began exploring the secret passage.
He skillfully inserted only one knuckle, then rotated it inside, gently withdrawing, repeating once, twice, three times… Lu'er was powerless to resist, only able to climb to the peak step by step.
After several repetitions, Lu'er's body finally cooperated with the in-and-out fingers, arching her back and actively opening her legs, twisting her hips.
At this moment, he had removed all his restraints, revealing his already hardened male form, a size that Lu'er's previous boyfriends could only dream of.
He cupped Lu'er's buttocks, his tongue tracing the cleft, encountering a small protrusion, he immediately nibbled it gently with his teeth, while lightly rubbing it with his gums. Stimulated like never before, Lu'er's head tilted back, veins bulging on her snow-white neck, her legs clamping his head tightly in a frenzied grip.
He spread Lu'er's thighs with his arms, thrusting his lower body forward, pressing his manhood against her petals, slowly parting the walls of flesh, invading her.
"Lu'er... my wish has been fulfilled, I'd even die for you..." Passionate words flowed from his mouth, his hips beginning to move rhythmically.
"Ah!" All the strength within her seemed to vanish instantly.
Though young, he had extensive experience in lovemaking, knowing how to make a woman submit in such situations.
Her body almost folded in two, he slowly pushed his hips, his lips sucking on one breast, his tongue lightly licking the nipple, his hands kneading the other firm breast.
Lu'er's breasts were full, and even with his outstretched hand, they seemed unable to be fully grasped.
She stopped struggling in vain, lying quietly on the ground, letting him do as he pleased. Her
breathing was rapid, and the gasps stuck in her throat threatened to escape; she desperately suppressed them, trying not to scream out in a daze. Her
body, long neglected since her boyfriend's abandonment, could hardly withstand such torturous caresses.
After two or three forceful twists of his hips, he suddenly thrust deeply into her womb, simultaneously opening his mouth to tightly suckle her swollen breasts.
"Ah...ah..." Lu'er finally couldn't help but let out a soft, melodious moan.
The tip of his penis pressed against her cervix, the sucking pleasure between her breasts sending electric currents through her. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glazed, and her flushed face swayed from side to side.
"No..." she murmured, a sound of rejection.
"Lu'er...it feels good, doesn't it..." his voice whispered in her ear.
"No...no..." she desperately tried to hide her shame.
But the man's technique was skillful. His swollen penis slowly withdrew, two-thirds of the way out, then a third more, before slowly withdrawing until it was almost out, then reversed again, two-thirds in, a third out, then slowly back in… He repeated this cycle endlessly.
“Ah…so…so good…” At this moment, Lu'er let out a series of moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, from her throat. She was almost completely controlled by this man.
He straightened his upper body and thrust in again, pumping back and forth, one hand gently caressing her large breasts, the other exploring her clitoris.
“Ah…ah…” Lu'er closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head violently.
“It feels good, doesn't it…Lu'er…it feels good, doesn't it…” he whispered in her ear.
“No…no…please stop…” Lu'er's cheeks flushed crimson, but her resistance gradually weakened. She could no longer endure this torment of love.
“No, please stop, my whole body feels so strange…” Her head seemed to shake even more violently.
"Ah... what to do..." A mournful cry suddenly rose in the murky air.
"Lu'er, I'll make you feel even better, please be patient and enjoy it!" He suddenly thrust rapidly, his fingers rhythmically rubbing her most sensitive clitoris, each thrust causing Lu'er to writhe like a puppet.
He grabbed her breasts as he thrust.
"Ah!" Lu'er seemed to be electrocuted, letting out a moan as her body undulated like waves.
He quickly covered Lu'er's lips with his own, and overwhelmed by desire, she had long since abandoned all restraint, elegance, and etiquette, returning the kiss with abandon.
This was her first experience of the pleasure brought by a man's skilled sexual techniques.
She only knew her boyfriend's body, and he usually only gave her a bland kiss and caress before hastily penetrating her, focusing solely on his piston-like movements, completely ignoring her lack of arousal.
Sometimes, to enjoy the pleasure of sex, she would consciously move her body to match the rhythm.
But the teacher's skillful technique made her feel light and airy, as if she were flying. She instinctively followed his movements, her mind only repeating, "What will happen next?" Riding on Lu'er, he remained steady and calm, intently attacking her private parts.
"Ah...more..." she finally cried out passionately.
Hearing Lu'er's pleasurable moans, he seemed encouraged, increasing his thrusting speed, his hands kneading her breasts incessantly.
"Ah...good...so good!" She didn't know what she was doing, or what she was saying; she only felt a kaleidoscope of colors scattering and bursting within her mind, a tide of passion and love washing over her, lifting her body into the air, then tumbling and falling, her vision going blank.
"Ah...I'm going to die..." Seeing Lu'er reach her climax, he paused his thrusts slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Lu'er...I'll let you enjoy it again, let's have some fun together this time." He hadn't ejaculated yet.
She seemed still intoxicated by the afterglow of her orgasm; his voice sounded distant, and she didn't hear what he was saying at all.
He wrapped his arms around Lu'er's slender waist, then leaned back, pulling her up.
Lu'er was now straddling the man's waist, and suddenly saw his face up close, involuntarily lowering her head.
Seeing Lu'er's innocent behavior, he found it incredibly endearing.
"Come on...like this..." He pulled Lu'er's hands behind his neck.
"Is this the first time you've done it this way?" Lu'er's cheeks flushed even more upon hearing this.
"Mmm..." she answered, biting her lip.
He was overjoyed; from the moment he saw the fresh pink petals, he had deduced that this woman had little sexual experience.
Even the most beautiful woman becomes less appealing if many men have slept with her… This woman is mine now… Thinking this, he thrust his lower body upwards forcefully.
“Mmm…” Lu’er wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back.
He gripped her slender waist tightly and thrust upwards again.
“Ah… too deep…” After another attack, Lu’er hugged his neck even tighter.
Maintaining this position, he began to sway his hips.
“Oh… this is the first time I’ve ever felt this…” Lu’er felt the hot glans touch her cervix, and besides the fear, a pleasure she had never experienced before surged from her lower body.
If this continued… Just as she thought this, she could no longer see the man’s upper body.
He was leaning against the wall.
As if seeking something reliable, Lu’er wanted to embrace the man, but he pushed her back.
“Lu’er, move yourself…” But Lu’er didn’t know what to do, shaking her head to indicate that she had never taken the initiative before.
He thrust upwards impatiently, his penis penetrating deeper, creating a powerful impact.
This impact immediately transformed into a wonderful pleasure that seemed to melt her lower body, and Lu’er’s body leaned forward.
He supported Lu'er's limp upper body with his hands, and in that state, he thrust his penis repeatedly.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Lu'er moaned, her vaginal opening clenching tightly.
The steel-like penis thrust back and forth within her contracting vagina.
Lu'er used her entire body weight to receive each impact of the huge penis, pleasure surging from her uterus, Lu'er completely surrendering herself.
But at this moment, his piston-like movements suddenly stopped.
"Ah...no..." Lu'er swayed her full hips from side to side, violently twisting her hips back and forth, centering on the part of the penis where they were joined.
"Good, that's it, come on your own!" Given his usual character, it was unimaginable that he would say such a thing.
Lu'er bit her red lips, placed her hands on his stomach for support, and finally managed to move her hips up and down.
Once the penis was fully inside, she slowly lifted her hips. The glans rubbing against the tender flesh inside her vagina had an indescribable beauty, and then he thrust the penis deep inside again, the feeling of fullness reaching her throat.
At this point, he no longer cared about maintaining his composure; waves of sensuality surged forth one after another, quickly bringing Lulu to the peak of pleasure.
[Ah…I can’t take it anymore! I want to cum…] Completely abandoning all shame, she swayed her snow-white hips back and forth, left and right, moaning continuously, occasionally licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
“So embarrassing…ah…I’m so ashamed…” Lulu murmured as if in a dream, violently shaking her hips up and down, rotating left and right once more.
The gushing fluid had already soaked his pubic hair.
“I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to cum…no…no…” She gritted her teeth, shaking her hips even more forcefully.
“I’m cumming! Ahhhh!” Lulu’s hips suddenly dropped, her back arching backward, clenching her vaginal opening, her upper body falling forward in that instant.
He sensed from Lulu’s convulsing vagina that she had reached orgasm, so he straightened his upper body, returned to the normal position, and charged in again.
Lulu barely rested for a moment before this man conquered her once more.
"Ah...ah..." Her breath came in rapid, panting gasps.
Lu'er was experiencing this lewd pleasure for the first time; the feeling of ecstasy made her feel as if she were teetering on the brink of death.
"Lu'er...does this feel good?" "Yes...I can't take it anymore..." "Then...how about this?" "I want...I want more...I'm dying..." Her head swayed violently from side to side.
"I know, this time we'll reach our climax together..." He began to increase the speed of his thrusts.
As her head snapped back, she cried out "Oh!" With a lewd gasp, the man's semen shot straight into her uterus.
Even after he ejaculated completely, Lu'er's vagina still clung to his penis, as if wanting him to hold on tightly until not a drop was left... She didn't know if their relationship was more love than lust, or lust than love, but after that time, she found herself unable to live without him.
He came to see her almost every night, passionately demanding her body.
Lu'er was initially embarrassed by their relationship, but soon her body was completely tamed by him. Even oral sex, which she initially found repulsive, gradually brought her pleasure as a woman, and the ecstasy of intercourse grew stronger.
Their relationship continued in this way.
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I remembered something very important and asked her, "Since you loved each other so much, why did he leave you? Was...was he lying to you?" She suddenly became very agitated, burying her face in her hands and saying sadly, "Yes! It was him, he didn't want me. We swore we'd grow old together, that we'd be together forever. It was him, it's all his fault..." Lu'er sobbed uncontrollably, "He suddenly died in a car accident, a week before my graduation ceremony, just because he went out to buy something for his friend...for his friend...he lied to me, he said he'd never leave me..." "He just died in a car accident like that..." Lu'er was lost in uncontrollable chaos, repeating herself over and over.
Seeing this, the unease I felt earlier intensified. Clearly, she loved him deeply and seemed unable to forget him.
Some say first love is the sweetest, but usually the most bitter, yet I didn't know Lu'er's first love was so profound and painful.
I didn't know how to comfort her, and in the end, I helplessly hugged her and gently patted her trembling back as she cried.
"Never mind! This is my fate..." She forced a strong smile through her tears.
Seeing her pink cheeks streaked with tears, I couldn't help but stroke her with pity.
"Throughout my life, I've always hoped for a deeply affectionate man in my life..." A soft murmur escaped Lu'er's lips, her clear eyes fixed on me, resolute yet bewildered, "Let bygones be bygones, I just want to love properly this once, really." I was deeply moved; such a deeply affectionate and pitiful girl... I became somewhat lost in the moment, slowly lowering my head and pressing my lips to her tear-stained, trembling lips.
Lu'er let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and accepted my kiss. I kissed her for a while, then slipped my tongue into her mouth. She teased me with her own, our tongues intertwining, writhing like snakes.
We embraced sweetly, completely lost in each other's world. On the silent mountaintop, only the howling wind and our moans could be heard.
Before we knew it, the sun had set. A mountain breeze blew, bringing a chill and the faint fragrance emanating from her body—a
fragrance different from my wife's.
Was the merciless bee, like a butterfly fluttering, determined to kiss away all her beauty and consume all her essence?
"Are you cold?" I released Lu'er's lips and asked softly. She shook her head.
"Jiaming, can you… fulfill my dream…" Lu'er suddenly looked up at me and asked softly.
"I…" I didn't know how to answer her.
At that moment, she seemed so weak and vulnerable, so pitiful. A wave of pity and sorrow welled up in my heart… Agreeing wouldn't work, but refusing would hurt her. Just as I was caught in a dilemma, she pushed me away, smiling faintly, and said, "How ridiculous, I'm forcing you... I'm an unfortunate woman myself, how can I deserve your sympathy?" A strange sense of guilt welled up inside me, but I couldn't suppress it. I wanted to find something to talk about to break the silence, but I felt as if something was holding me back, preventing me from speaking. "She's a lovely girl, isn't she?" My wife's words interrupted my thoughts.
I was speechless, a bitter feeling rising in my throat.
"If I were a man, I would like her too," my wife said with a soft smile, but it felt like a heavy hammer blow to me. "You have the right to choose, and I respect your choice." Choice... If my choice will inevitably hurt someone else, why should I make that choice?
But can I not choose?
I stood at the vertex of the isosceles right triangle, and they both looked in my direction at the same time. My wife was mature and gentle, beautiful and elegant; Lu'er was youthful and lovely, her smile as radiant as a flower.
I stood there, waiting for what?
After that date at the forest park, I deliberately distanced myself from Lu'er. I realized I was walking a tightrope, one wrong step could jeopardize my relationship with my wife, and Lu'er and I needed to cool things down before our feelings reached a critical point. Fortunately, Lu'er was a very generous woman, seemingly forgetting our impulsive embrace and kiss, as if nothing had happened. I also used work as an excuse to reduce our time alone together.
I thought perhaps it was time to let our passion cool down.
Two weeks later, my wife's company organized a trip out of town, and our son went along. On what was usually a weekend night spent with family, without my beloved wife and son, I suddenly felt empty.
"Hmm... I'll call back when the kids and I arrive," my wife smiled at me, turned and walked towards the boarding gate, her long black hair flowing gracefully in the air.
I imagined running my hand through my wife's long hair, caressing the smooth, ticklish feeling of the nape of her neck. Two weeks felt longer than two years. Lost in thought, the phone rang. It was Lu'er calling—at my house!
"Hmm...nothing much! I heard your wife and kids are out having fun. How are you? Bored?" Her tone was as teasing as ever; she must have already forgotten what happened at the forest park.
"Oh...so boring." I was surprised I was being so affectionate.
"So...what are you doing tomorrow?" "Hmm...my wife's not home, I'll just sleep in." "Ha...how decadent..." she said sweetly.
"I wanted to ask you...would you like to go to the art museum tomorrow?" "Hmm...oh...hmm...okay...sure!" I stammered.
"Ha~~luring you into smuggling." "Haha~~" I laughed awkwardly.
"Hmm...how about we meet after dinner?" "Hmm...okay! Tomorrow at 1:30 PM, in front of the statue in the square in front of the art museum." I rattled it off in one breath.
"Haha~~ such an oddly shaped place, very much in the style of Jiaming." She chuckled softly.
"Heh...Jiaming style is weird and strange! That's how you find me!" That night, I waited all night for my wife's call, but she didn't call back, and I felt a slight sense of disappointment.
The next day, I hastily finished my meal at home and went out. When I arrived at the art museum, she was already smiling in the square. She was wearing a black tight-fitting knit top, a black and white floral silk A-line skirt, black stockings, high heels, and light makeup, looking quite mature.
"How is it? Not bad, right?" Lu'er giggled triumphantly.
"I almost didn't recognize her, this doesn't look like the little girl I know!" I clicked my tongue deliberately.
"You're so annoying!" She waved her little fist in a coquettish gesture, pretending to hit me, then shook her body and put it down.
"Just kidding, let's go get some tea, or I'll pass out." I have a habit of drinking tea in the afternoon.
I led her to the tea room. They didn't sell Longjing tea, so I ordered green tea instead, hoping it would work. She drank her beverage, her eyes wide as she watched me chug the green tea.
"Ha~ Tea is my vitamin, I'll start to pass out if I don't drink tea in the afternoon." "My wife and I are both big tea addicts." I explained, gulping it down.
Then I suddenly thought of my wife; traveling is tiring, she probably didn't have time for tea, right?
"Won't a cricket crawl out of your mouth if you keep chugging like this? Hahaha~~" I joked.
"Hehe..." She laughed too.
After finishing the tea, she said she was going to the restroom, and I waited for her where I was. After ten minutes, she still hadn't come out, so I paid the bill and went out. I happened to see her coming out of the restroom, and I subconsciously tilted my head towards the stairs, gesturing for her to go that way. She smiled and walked over.
"You always call your wife that? How cute!" I was momentarily stunned, realizing I'd unconsciously used the same gesture I always use when addressing my wife. I could only chuckle awkwardly to hide my embarrassment.
The first floor was a sculpture exhibition, which I wasn't interested in, but she seemed engrossed. I wasn't particularly interested in these so-called modern sculptures, which exposed the emptiness, bewilderment, and alienation of modern industrial civilization. I always felt that while art could reflect reality and make you reflect on many phenomena, why make yourself so tormented and burdened by art? I approached these so-called works of art from a more relaxed and enjoyable perspective. Lu'er, however, didn't think that way. She examined each piece closely, so I had to stay by her side. Soon, we started playing a guessing game, looking at a piece and then guessing its name to see which was closest. This was a game my wife and I often played. We looked at each sculpture, exchanging comments as we went. Strangely enough, the modern sculptures that I usually disliked didn't seem so bad now. She was focused on a bronze sculpture. I pretended to shift my perspective and change positions to spy on her. Her dress fit perfectly, her figure was well-proportioned. I then peeked through the gaps in the bronze sculpture, stealing glances at her focused expression. I realized then that her beauty was a very elegant kind; in her face, I even vaguely saw the shadow of my wife.
She noticed my dazed expression as I watched her and gave me a smile through the gap in the bronze sculpture, which stirred something within me. After browsing the sculpture exhibition, we climbed the stairs to the second floor to see the oil painting exhibition. We walked very close as we went upstairs, and I had an impulse to hold her hand, but I restrained myself. Friends, friends… don't get confused.
Because I have some experience in art, I started chatting with her. I talked about composition, single-point perspective, oil paint adjustments, and the division of the canvas; she listened intently. Then we went to a small exhibition room, just the two of us. I explained to her how to trace the brushstrokes in a painting, starting from the first stroke, following the artist's creative process, the second stroke, the third stroke, and then, by repeating the artist's creative process, to understand the motivation and meaning of the creation.
Because the painting was small, I stood very close to her. I pointed to the oil painting, asking her to identify the difference between the first and last brushstrokes, tracing the lines in the air with my finger, as if I were the painter. Her face was close to mine, intently watching my finger's guidance.
"...Look, because of the use of oil paint, the painting has more three-dimensional layers..." "...If opaque watercolor were used instead, the way these clouds are handled wouldn't be like this..." I talked on and on, she stood very close, our faces almost touching. I smelled a strong, sweet fragrance wafting through the air, stirring a strange feeling in my heart, making my throat feel dry. I stopped explaining, and the air seemed to become deathly still, time seemed to stand still, but why could I hear her heartbeat so clearly?
"Thump...thump..." Was it her heartbeat? Or mine?
There aren't many people who appreciate high art, and even fewer who come to visit. Now, the guide has disappeared, and the huge exhibition hall is empty except for the two of us.
She turned her head, and our eyes met.
I couldn't decipher the meaning in her eyes.
My palms were slightly sweaty.
I just felt thirsty and my heart was pounding faster.
The fragrance was so strong it intoxicated me.
Ah... intoxicating.
Intoxicating.
It made
my mind go blank.
Then, I kissed her lips.
This was the second time I had kissed her, something that felt like it had been waiting for a long time, yet it happened so naturally.
She didn't run away, didn't flinch, didn't even struggle, just let my lips invade what should have been her precious forbidden territory.
But in that instant of kissing her, I felt no guilt whatsoever, not towards my wife. I didn't even realize that I had pushed myself into an abyss from which I might never recover, like a golf ball falling into a sand trap.
Should I say it was a moment of impulse? Should I call myself heartless and fickle? I was speechless, and I didn't know what words or promises to use to cover up this sudden impulse!
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