My wife's first sexual encounter with her lover in the year of Guimao.

My wife, abandoning her usual demure attire, donned thermal leggings, leather boots, a tight-fitting button-down sweater that reached her hips, and a mid-length down jacket before driving to work. Normally, she wears jeans or other trousers, not these tight-fitting ones, along with sneakers or short leather shoes. Her workplace isn't far from home, about a half-hour walk, and public transportation and shared bikes are readily available; she almost never drives.
After lunch at her workplace cafeteria, she drove to her lover's workplace to pick him up so they could go to his place for some intimate time.
When they were almost there, her lover, Xiao Yu, told her they had an urgent meeting and he wouldn't be able to leave until it was over. My wife told him she would wait for him at a bubble tea shop near his workplace and that he could focus on his meeting.
My wife sat in the bubble tea shop, looking at magazines, checking her phone, scrolling through short videos and reading the news. She occasionally tried to contact Xiao Yu on WeChat, but he didn't reply. They had meeting rules, and my wife knew those ridiculous rules. The longer she waited,
the more bored she became. Her phone battery died, so she rented a shared power bank to charge it. More than three hours later, Xiao Yu finally finished his meeting. It was getting late, and she was starting to feel hungry. My wife and her godson, Xiao Yu, went to a shopping mall to eat. Full and refreshed, they arrived at Xiao Yu's place and could finally enjoy themselves.
While eating, they talked about movies: the currently showing "Man Jiang Hong" and "Wandering Souls 2." This couple, with a twenty-year age gap, hadn't seen a movie together in a long time. The cinema was right outside their restaurant, so they decided to go. After finishing their meal, they went to the cinema and bought tickets for "Wandering Souls 2."
The theater wasn't crowded. The two women covered themselves with their coats and snuggled together to watch the movie. Xiao Yu's hand reached down to his wife's waist, lifting her sweater and touching the flesh around her waist. He held her close. Near the end
of the movie, Xiao Yu stroked his wife's belly, pubic hair, and breasts. His wife's hand also caressed between his legs; she was very wet, and his penis was very hard. The movie was exciting, nearly three hours long. They left the theater around 10 PM. His wife pulled Xiao Yu along, and he held her close as they walked to the bathroom door and went into the family room.
His wife unzipped Xiao Yu's pants and gave him oral sex, making his previously limp penis hard again. His wife stood on the floor, holding onto the armrests in front of the mirror. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, revealing her alluring buttocks from her shapewear. Xiao Yu pressed against his wife's back, his hands caressing her breasts. His penis entered her already overflowing vagina, and he began to thrust in and out. Xiao Yu moved back and forth from behind, and his wife, holding onto the armrests, moved back and forth to meet his movements.
My wife said she hadn't been fucked by such a hard cock in a long time, it felt so good, so pleasurable, she wanted to scream but was afraid others would know. Xiao Yu's thick semen shot inside her, and my wife said she felt a rush of heat in her vagina, and she couldn't help but reach orgasm. She came just like that, fucked by Xiao Yu in the mall restroom.
My wife was naked, leaning against the sink, standing in the same position as in the mall restroom. I was behind her, penetrating her hole that her lover had recently ejaculated in, while listening to my wife tell me, in fits and starts, about what happened between them that afternoon.
In the laundry basket were the pants, socks, and underwear my wife had worn that day. There were stains on the pants and underwear—stains of water and semen. The toilet paper she had used as padding in her underwear was thrown into the trash can. After they finished, my wife had used toilet paper in her underwear so the fluid wouldn't get too wet.
I held my wife's buttocks and moved back and forth, watching her breasts sway in the mirror. After doing this for a while, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated inside her.
It was over, and my wife's story was finished. She picked up a tissue and wiped her opening. I asked her if it felt good, and she said yes. I asked who enjoyed it more, me or her son. She said both. I asked how I compared to her son, and she said, "You're still pretty good, not old yet." It
was past midnight, and we went back to bed. I asked my wife if we should get a hotel room for Valentine's Day and spend the afternoon together. She said, "Let's just spend it alone, no need for all that fuss. We haven't seen a movie in a long time."
Valentine's Day was still a while away, so we had time to think about how we should spend it: all three of us together, or separately in the afternoon and evening, or just the two of us, but with my wife and Xiao Yu sharing a bed until dawn while I lay alone at home daydreaming. Let
nature take its course.

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