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She was a friend I'd known since school, and her husband was also an acquaintance. But our ambiguous relationship only blossomed years later during a chance encounter. It was such a coincidence that one day, while I was loitering near a convenience store, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of enormous breasts beside me. I have a particular fondness for women with large breasts, so whenever I see something "good," I don't hesitate to feast my eyes.

Following the curve of her chest upwards, I realized this woman seemed familiar—I recognized her by her face, not her breasts. Our eyes met, and she quickly recognized me too. We were both overjoyed to see each other again after so many years.

After some conversation, I discovered that she lived not far from my rented apartment after getting married. She had gone out to buy groceries that day and unexpectedly ran into me at the convenience store on her way home to buy a newspaper. Seeing her carrying so many bags, I volunteered to help her carry them home, and we exchanged greetings.

If you're reading this and thinking that things happened immediately after I took her home, I assure you, that's just a story. In fact, at that time, I had absolutely no intention of sleeping with her. However, our relationship progressed very quickly after that day, and I would visit her whenever I had free time.

As a single man, spending so much time with a "married woman," a "busty mature woman," it's hard not to have problems, especially since she's a lively and proactive girl. So, our relationship went from maintaining a proper distance to sitting next to each other while watching TV, to occasionally touching each other in jest, becoming increasingly intimate, which gradually made me think, "Maybe I can 'eat' her!"

Of course, most of these things happened with alcohol! We would occasionally have a few drinks at gatherings, and her biggest weakness is that she can't handle being provoked. At one gathering, she got quite drunk, and I teased her about it. Being competitive, she immediately challenged me to a one-on-one drinking contest another day. So, two days later at noon, I happened to be free, so I picked up the phone and called her, intending to give her a chance for revenge.

"Hey! How about it? Got the guts to drink again?" I challenged.

"Fine, I'll drink then, are you scared of me?" she replied defiantly.

Ten minutes later, she appeared at my front door.

Ten minutes after that, after drinking a few cans of beer, she hung up again and told me she wanted to borrow my sofa for a nap. Looking at her flushed cheeks and heaving chest, fueled by alcohol, I really wanted to just pounce on her, but being a coward, I couldn't bring myself to do it, caught between impulse and reason.

An hour passed, and she woke up, telling me she was sober and was going home.

I was extremely annoyed, thinking, what would be the point of my plans today if she just went home like that? So I resorted to my most lewd and persistent tactics, trying to get her to stay.

Then I pretended to be feeling unwell and asked her to give me a massage. Actually, we had massaged each other many times before, so physical contact wasn't difficult for either of us. I touched her back and stomach, but I just didn't have the courage to go for the more intimate areas! I'm emphasizing the psychological struggle here because things weren't as easy as depicted in typical erotic novels. After all, putting your hands on a friend's, your friend's wife, and caressing her wantonly—I don't think many people could bring themselves to do that!

Today, taking advantage of the massage, I rested my head on her stomach, letting her massage my shoulders. While the alcohol was still lingering, I reached out and hugged her. She seemed oblivious, continuing her massage. After a while, I didn't make any further moves, so she said it was time to go home. At this point, I had no choice but to muster my courage, clinging to her and begging her to stay, gently rubbing my mouth against her thin clothes.

In a state of blissful confusion, I started licking her arm. Perhaps the ticklish sensation was pleasant, because she let out a soft "oh." Hearing this breath, I felt like I received a command to attack, kissing her arm even more vigorously. Of course, just centimeters above my head were those enormous breasts I'd been longing for. I remembered her telling me she was an E-cup.

Seeing the opportunity, I quickly buried my head between her breasts, sucking hard on those two hemispheres through her clothes. At that moment, she cried out even louder, but didn't resist. I thought to myself, this piece of meat is finally within my grasp. I quickly lifted her clothes, attacking her large breasts more directly. I never imagined that breasts, usually tightly covered by clothes, would be so spectacular once opened.

These large breasts were tightly covered by a bra, but they remained firm and unyielding in the face of the enemy's attack. I impatiently teased the parts outside the bra cup with my tongue, but soon, I began to feel unsatisfied: "I want to go deeper, I want to pull the bra off, to enjoy these magnificent breasts more directly!" Unrestrained breasts were so beautiful, hanging in front of my eyes, waiting for my kneading, waiting for my sucking. Of course, besides the skill of my tongue, my hands also joined the fray. After all, I'd never had the chance to touch breasts this big before.

With the combined use of my tongue, lips, and hands, she gradually surrendered, gradually forgot she was someone else's wife, and gradually forgot the boundaries that should exist between friends. Once I was certain this woman in front of me had become a docile little lamb, the next steps became much easier. I turned her around, hugged her from behind, grasped her large breasts with one hand, and began to attack downwards with the other.

I found her clitoris and began to gently rotate it with my fingers. Her breathing became more and more rapid. I explored further down and found her vagina was already soaking wet. This slut, it turned out, took my assault as a pleasure and a service.

So I began to play with her, to make her serve me. I pulled her hand back, to my genitals, and then pressed her hand against my penis, rotating it. She seemed excited, but kept saying, "No!" Strangely, when I removed my hand, her hand continued to caress my penis, a seductive gesture that aroused me greatly.

Knowing her wanton nature, I wasn't surprised by her next question.

"Do you want me?" she asked with a lustful look in her eyes. At this point, saying no would not only be unfair to her, but also to the parents who gave me this penis.

I first had her take my penis in her mouth. Being a beautiful married woman, her technique was superb; her teeth didn't scratch the glans at all, and she immediately knelt before me without a word. Watching her obediently, wantonly, and intently suck my penis gave me immense stimulation. This feeling of conquest from above was indescribable!

Finally, the real action arrived. Since we were both experienced, I decided to go for the rear-entry position, a position I always liked because I could thrust while playing with her breasts. I had her hold onto the coffee table with both hands, bend over with her back to me, and her vulva was exposed to my view. I grabbed my penis and thrust forward without hesitation. A mature woman is a mature woman; she didn't seem uncomfortable at all, but instead responded to my movements, moaning wildly.

I then had her take the superior position, the most visually appealing, as I could see her large breasts swaying up and down with each thrust. Her active thrusting also gave me intense stimulation, because an active woman represents promiscuity, and I like women who are obscene in bed. After thrusting in this position for a while, I began to feel my penis was close to ejaculation. Her vulva, with its up-and-down movements, swallowed and released my penis. With each movement, I felt my penis being squeezed, and something at the tip of my glans kept trying to emerge.

Under the warm embrace of her vulva, the visual stimulation of her swaying breasts, and the stimulation of her moans, I felt my ejaculation gates about to open, so I quickly pulled out my penis and had her take it in her mouth. The moment my penis entered, a torrent of sperm gushed out, wave after wave rushing towards her throat. She, being an experienced wife, neither flinched nor choked. After I ejaculated, she even used her tongue to tease my glans and urethral opening, licking away every last drop of semen. I've never ejaculated so pleasurably before!

We continued our affair a few more times afterward, and I realized how high her libido was. Her husband couldn't satisfy her, which led her to seek opportunities elsewhere. Now, I have a close girlfriend and am preparing to get married, so our relationship has ended. However, this story with the older, married woman still lingers in my mind from time to time.
[The End]

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