Living with a married woman

During those few days, Xiaotong and I had passionate sex every night. After all, we had been separated for almost two months, and Xiaotong seemed more expectant than when she was home. Looking at my wife's tenderness towards me, I felt a constant pang of guilt: if I told her everything, she certainly wouldn't be so nonchalant as if it were a joke. "Although I felt very guilty, I didn't mention it.

After Qingming Festival, I said goodbye to my family and returned to Shenzhen with Uncle Fu. It was already past six in the evening when we got off the plane. Uncle Fu said gratefully in the taxi, "I owe you so much for these social engagements these past few days. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much more I would have been forced to drink." I said, "It's nothing. Didn't you say you treat me like your own nephew? It's only right for a junior to bring you something." Uncle Fu took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Zhu'er, take this. Since you came, you've had to come to every social engagement. I feel bad about it. Consider this overtime pay, including last month's." I tried to refuse, but Uncle Fu insisted on putting it in my hand. I asked, "Uncle, how much is this? It seems like more than my salary!" Uncle Fu smiled and replied, "Five thousand yuan, plus public relations fees." Thinking about how much money Uncle Fu was giving me all at once, I felt a little reluctant, but Uncle Fu wouldn't let me refuse: "If you don't take this money, I won't take you out next time." Although I declined verbally, I really wanted it; after all, it was a considerable sum. Besides, Uncle Fu's tone was so firm, so I thanked Uncle Fu and put the money away.

Uncle Fu then invited me to his house for dinner, but I was thinking about Afang. I had just received so much bonus today, and if she was home, I could treat her to a meal at a restaurant. So I declined, saying I already had plans with Zhou Hui to celebrate his wife's birthday. Uncle Fu didn't say anything more.

Then, Uncle Fu had a taxi take me all the way to my rented apartment complex, and then went straight home.

As I climbed the stairs, it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't told Afang I was coming back today. Was she home? With a question in my mind, I went to the door and unlocked it.

The lights were still on in the room, and Afang was sitting at the small dining table eating alone. Hearing me return, she turned around, somewhat surprised, and said, "You didn't tell me you were coming back today, otherwise I would have prepared something..." I looked at the table; there was only a bowl of unfinished noodles, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a bottle of chili sauce.

I said anxiously, "Why are you eating this? You haven't been eating like this every day, have you?" Afang seemed flustered, but quickly replied, "Eating greasy food every day isn't good for my health, and besides, I can't eat this much by myself." I said, "You can't do this. Don't eat this. I haven't eaten yet anyway. Why don't you come out to eat with me? Last time, my boss and I were entertaining guests at a restaurant in Nanshan; the Hunan cuisine there is quite good." Afang hurriedly said, "Why go so far? The small restaurant up ahead is fine; it's cleaner there." Although I told her that my boss had given me a bonus, I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had to go with her.

I remember that we ordered twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, pickled fish, and a bowl of beef and vermicelli soup. I was probably starving, and I wolfed it down. Afang, perhaps because she had just eaten, didn't have as much of an appetite as I did.

After dinner, Afang and I took a walk along the street outside our neighborhood. We saw a young woman from out of town selling flowers to young couples passing by. A couple in their early twenties stopped, and the man bought a bouquet of roses for the girl, who seemed very happy. Seeing this, I went over to the young woman and said, "Let's buy a bouquet." Afang quickly grabbed my arm, saying, "We're both grown up, why would we need to buy this?" But without further ado, I paid and took the flowers. Afang was about to say something when the young woman cleverly said, "Auntie, Uncle is giving you a bouquet of roses, saying he loves you forever." Afang just blushed and couldn't say anything more.

Just then, the young girl who had seemed quite happy earlier, seeing our reaction, asked her boyfriend softly, "When I'm old, will you still love me like this?" I didn't quite catch the rest, as the Cantonese dialect was still unfamiliar to me at that time.

Afang and I continued our walk. I placed the bouquet of roses in front of her and said, "Flowers for a beautiful woman.

" She blushed even more, then slowly took the bouquet and said, "You must be very popular with girls." I asked, "How so?" Afang replied, "With your sweet talk, many women would be completely fooled by you, wouldn't they?" I slyly countered, "Including you?" Afang feigned anger and said, "I don't fall for that." I explained, "Actually, you've misjudged me. Although I'm handsome and eloquent, I've always been surrounded by students, colleagues, or villagers. I haven't had many opportunities to showcase my abilities."

"So you're using me as an experiment now?" she continued.

I thought for a moment, then asked, "Isn't your husband good to you?" At this, Afang's initially relaxed and cheerful expression vanished, replaced by a gloomy and melancholic look. "Don't ask anymore, it's getting late, let's go back." Perhaps I was too abrupt; Afang clearly didn't want to talk about her family, especially her husband.

On the way back, I paused and said to Afang, "Wait here for me, I'm going to the supermarket to buy something, I'll be right back." She softly agreed.

A little while later, I came out carrying a box. Afang asked curiously, "What's that in your hand?" I shook the box and said, "A home weighing scale." Afang seemed both amused and annoyed: "What are you buying this for?" "Of course, to weigh you every day to prevent you from getting thinner." Afang replied helplessly, "You're really crazy." Back in our rented room, we took off our coats and prepared to shower. I took out the scale and had Afang weigh herself. Although she was a little reluctant, she couldn't resist my persistent pleading and stood on it barefoot. When the scale stopped, it showed: 124 jin (approximately 62 kg).

I asked, "How tall are you?" "1.62 meters," Afang replied. I pressed my hands on her full breasts and continued, "And how big are your breasts?" Afang blushed, shyly and slightly annoyed, and said, "I don't know, you're so boring." "It's okay if you don't tell me, I'll look at your bra later." Saying this, I went into the bedroom and took out one of her bras from the closet. It said: 80C. I whispered in Afang's ear as if I had discovered a secret, "So Afang's size is 80C." Afang was teased by me and wanted to get angry but couldn't.

I said seriously, "Little sister, from now on you can only be fatter than you are now, you can't be thinner. Of course, you can't turn into an old sow either." Afang seemed still angry, and replied as if deliberately trying to annoy me, "Then I'll turn into an old sow, so you won't dare to look at me." I put my arm around her waist and said with a smile, "You know, I like plump little women." Afang said impatiently,

"You're so long-winded, I've heard you say that so many times." Then, I helped her into the bathroom. Showering with her was naturally more exciting, but since I had practiced with Xiaotong many times these past few days, I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic for my former vigor. I only explored her paradise for a while before ejaculating. The understanding Afang seemed to have noticed, and just said,

"You've been away on business for so many days, you must be tired, go and rest early after you shower." That night, we were both lying in bed, and I put my arm around her and let her lie in my arms. I stared at the ceiling and said, "These past few days have been really tiring. My wife and I have done it so many times." Afang replied calmly, "I know, after all, you're husband and wife, your relationship must be very good." "Not really," I replied. "Our child's in middle school now, and my wife and I feel more like family. There's not much passion left." Afang patted my arm and said, "You men are all the same, always wanting more. The day you get tired of me, I'll definitely leave, before you even have a chance to kick me out." I pinched her nipple and said, "Unless I can't ejaculate anymore." Afang became even more embarrassed and scolded me, "You're just talking nonsense." Then we both fell silent.

She asked again, "How old is your sister-in-law this year?" "35." Afang thought to herself, "Two years younger than me." Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but have the idea of teasing her, so I said, "A few days ago, I told her about our relationship." "After hearing this, Afang was stunned for a moment, then asked nervously, 'What did you say? You're not joking with me, are you?' I continued, 'I said I found her a sister in Shenzhen, and I have sex with her every day.' Afang said anxiously, 'Are you crazy? Do you want to drive your wife to her death?' 'But my wife said she doesn't mind, and even made our son call you Auntie.' Hearing this, Afang seemed even more at a loss, and scolded, 'You're really sick. If I were your wife, I would definitely be driven to my death by you.' Seeing her like this, I had no choice but to confess, 'That's what she said, but my wife also thinks I'm joking.' Afang glanced at me and said blankly, 'Maybe I really am a bad woman, otherwise why would I seduce someone else's husband?' I could only comfort her, 'It wasn't you who seduced me, it was me who actively pursued you.' Later, we didn't say anything more that night. I
continued to live with Afang like this until an incident in early May last year, which made me unable to tolerate her continuing like this. That night, Afang went out to solicit customers as usual. " Normally, even if guests come over, she'll usually be back before midnight; overnight stays are rare. But that night, I got up to use the bathroom and checked the clock—it was already 2:30—and Afang still hadn't returned.

Feeling uneasy, I turned on the TV, watching absentmindedly while waiting for her. About an hour later, I heard the sound of a key unlocking the door. I got up and went to the small living room. Afang was there, head bowed, face flushed, a cut on her lip, bruises on her pale arms, and her clothes disheveled. Immediately

, I realized something bad had happened and quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Afang's eyes were filled with tears; she didn't answer, but silently went into the bathroom, and I followed her in. Afang kept sobbing. I hugged her tightly, gently stroking her hair to comfort her, saying, "Sister, tell me what happened, I was so worried about you." Afang choked out, "Today, a fruit vendor in his twenties from out of town, whom I'd seen before, asked me to go to his place, so I went with him. Unexpectedly, there were two other people in his house. They wanted to do it with me, but I refused. So they started beating me and forced themselves on me." "After saying this, she burst into tears. Hearing this, I was furious: 'Let's report him to the police right now, accuse him of raping a woman, and put this bastard in jail.' But Afang quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'It's no use. If we really report it, they'll just tell the police I'm a prostitute, or at most, a client. Nobody will believe a rapist.' 'Then what should we do? Find someone to deal with them?' Afang wiped away her tears and shook her head: 'No matter what, we're in a foreign land, with no one to rely on, and these peddlers are all in cahoots. In the end, we'll probably be the ones who suffer.' Hearing her say this, although I was furious, it seemed there wasn't much I could do. What's hateful is that all this suffering is caused by the path Afang chose. I've always wanted to persuade her to quit this line of work, and today I finally had a chance to properly advise her.

With that in mind, after Afang and I finished washing up, I sat on the bed, applying medicine to her while trying to persuade her to give up this profession." Afang said helplessly, "If people had any other choice, who would choose this path?" At this moment, I couldn't suppress my usual doubts and asked again, "Sister, we've gotten to know each other like husband and wife these past few days. Can you tell me about your misfortune? I'll definitely try to find a way to help you." Afang looked at me silently, paused, and said, "Two years ago, my husband and I came here from our hometown in Hunan to work. We opened an appliance repair shop. Although the income is better than back home, we still have two children to go to school, and my mother needs lung cancer surgery as soon as possible, so life is still tight. If it were stable like this, it would be fine, but my husband likes to drink a little..." One night at the end of last year, a fellow villager invited me to his house to play mahjong, and we drank a lot. That night, when he came back, he was riding his electric scooter too fast, ran over a glass bottle, fell off the scooter, and hit his forehead…” Afang said, her tears flowing even more freely. “After my husband left, the shop couldn’t stay open, and we still had to pay off the debts from my mother’s surgery. My daughter is very sensible; she said she didn’t want to go to school anymore and wanted to work with me to pay off the family’s debts. But Yueyue (her daughter’s nickname) has always been a good student, and her teacher said she could get into a top university next year. I couldn’t bear to see my daughter ruin her future for the family. I had no choice but to do this.

” I said, “Anyway, we can’t continue like this now. I’ll try to find you a proper job. Maybe you won’t earn much at first, but I’ll help you with the money.” Afang replied, “Brother Zhu, you don’t need to do these things for me. It will only make me feel like I owe you too much.” I comforted her, “If you also have feelings for me, you should trust me.” "As I spoke, I took out the five thousand yuan reward Uncle Fu had given me last time and handed it to Afang: 'Take this money first, it's important to get by right now.' Afang refused my hand, 'How can I? This money is what you worked hard for, it should go to your family.' 'No, this is a bonus from the boss. I didn't expect to get this much. I give all my salary to my wife. Consider this a loan, you can pay me back later.' Then I stuffed the money into her hand without further ado.

The next day, I took Afang to the hospital for a checkup and found that there was nothing seriously wrong, so we were relieved. Then came the question of how to find her a job. To be honest, I hadn't established myself here, and besides Uncle Fu, I didn't have anyone else I could ask for help. But if I told Uncle Fu about this, it would probably arouse suspicion, since he knew me inside and out, and I probably couldn't hide it from him. Just as I was

hesitating, I suddenly remembered that Master Zhang had mentioned at lunch a few days ago that his wife, Aunt Chen, who worked at the real estate agency, had a grandson, and she was busy going back to take care of her daughter-in-law and grandson, so she wouldn't be able to help at the agency for the time being." This kept Mr. Zhang's wife very busy. Although it was a small agency, it was still quite tiring for her to handle everything alone. Considering that Mr. Zhang and I had a good relationship and often ate and chatted together, I thought I might as well ask him if he needed anyone.

So, I went to Mr. Zhang and explained the situation. I told Afang that she was the wife of a former college classmate who was experiencing some difficulties at home, and I wanted to help her. Perhaps this lie wasn't entirely convincing, but Mr. Zhang still said, "As long as it's someone you know, I have no worries. However, the initial salary is only two thousand a month. I hope she doesn't mind. Of course, there will be some bonuses if she does well." "I was quite happy that Master Zhang agreed. When I got home that evening, I immediately told Afang, and she looked very pleased. Although the money wasn't much, it was much better than that line of work.

On a weekend evening, after dinner, Afang and I went to the night market to buy her some clothes. Even though it wasn't an important job, it was at least a new beginning, and a new look was good. Afang picked out a plain dress and a beige top. I, however, paid extra attention and bought her a few pairs of stockings and sandals—hehe, after all, I'm a foot fetishist.

These days, I'm happy on one hand that Afang has escaped that shameful path, and on the other hand, I'm happy that she finally..." She became my exclusive lover and sexual partner.

That night, after watching an adult film, while we were making love in bed, Afang put her arm around my shoulder and said, "I really don't know how to repay you for how good you are to me. If it weren't for you, I would still be living that shameful life." I jokingly said, "Then you'll have to work even harder from now on." Usually, Afang would say I was being indecent when she heard that, but this time she was unexpected. She silently moved her body down to my lower body, lay on my legs, held my penis, and gently licked my glans with her tongue. It felt so good. It seems that Afang's skills have become more and more impressive in our recent encounters.

She pressed her hands against my waist and inserted my penis all the way in. I could feel the warmth of her mouth, and my penis felt very comfortable being played with by her little mouth. As my penis grew bigger and bigger, going in and out of her mouth, I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

I quickly pulled out my penis and said, "Fang, would you like to wear the black stockings and high-heeled sandals I just bought you?" Fang said somewhat shyly, "What, after watching those movies, do you want people to wear these too?" But she still put them on. The black stockings were very alluring, and the silver platform sandals, a good ten centimeters high, made her legs look exceptionally long. Fang complained, "These heels are so high, it's very uncomfortable to walk in. I don't usually wear them." "Don't worry, baby, I won't make you wear them normally. These are just our little toys." I saw a blush rise on Fang's fair face. I lifted one of her feet and rubbed it against my face along the stockings, occasionally licking her black stockings. Seeing me so engrossed, Fang sat on the bed knowingly and used her beautiful black-stockinged feet to clamp my penis, giving me a footjob. While enjoying the stimulation, I used my hands to massage her nipples and knead her full breasts. Fang couldn't resist the teasing and began to moan. I touched her genitals and realized the time was right, so I had her sit on me. With a thrust of my hips, my hot, swollen penis plunged straight into her flower.

With a cry of "Ah!" from Afang, I was already having sex with her, my penis pounding wildly inside her cunt. To further arouse her, I whispered lewd things in her ear: "Girl, you're so horny, how can your husband handle you?" Afang probably didn't want to talk about her dead husband, and while welcoming my penetration, she said, "Stop talking about it, okay? He's gone." "Let me ask you one more question, who's better, your husband or me?" As I said this, I stopped thrusting inside Afang. She had already been teased to the point of exhaustion, and couldn't stand such a stop. She casually replied, "Of course you're better." "So I held her waist tightly and thrust hard into her cunt. Finally, Fang reached orgasm under my intense onslaught. At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer either.

I quickly pulled out my penis and said, 'Take off your stockings, I'm going to ejaculate on your feet.' Fang obediently took off her black stockings. I rubbed my throbbing penis against her smooth, white feet a few more times, and then ejaculated a large amount of thick semen onto her soles like a torrent. Afterward, I told her not to wipe the semen off her feet yet, but to walk around the bedroom a few steps in her high-heeled sandals, just like the female lead in that movie. Fang hesitated, but did as I said. Watching her feet tense because of the heels, and her two full, firm breasts trembling up and down with the movement of her waist, I couldn't help but slap her plump buttocks. I started planning the second wave.

This time, I rubbed my limp penis between Fang's breasts, watching the waves of her breasts rise and fall, and with the stimulation of the breast sex..." I quickly recovered somewhat. I grabbed her feet and licked her soft, feminine toes, especially her big toes, sucking on them alternately. Then I licked her entire soles until they were wet. Afterward, I prepared her, had her hold onto the edge of the bed with her back to me, and started fucking her. Afang obediently lifted her plump buttocks, and I held her waist, thrusting into her paradise in one go, skillfully performing piston-like movements inside her. For

some reason, I had a particular urge to stimulate Afang's anus today; perhaps it was because the movie I'd just seen had anal sex scenes. While fucking her vagina, I unconsciously started fiddling with her anus with my fingers. Afang shifted uncomfortably and said, "Don't touch there, it's dirty." "Hearing her say that, I stopped and focused on fucking her. Finally, I was about to ejaculate again. I made Afang kneel on the ground, pointed my glans at her face, and started ejaculating. Watching the thick semen spray onto her face, I felt a great sense of conquest. Afang was initially resistant to this, but now she's much better. Sometimes she even listens to me and swallows the semen.

After our intense battle, we went to the bathroom to shower. Afang looked at me, hesitant to speak. I said, 'Hey girl, what's wrong? Just say what you want to say. We're not strangers.' Afang slowly said, 'Do you think I'm the kind of woman who's very slutty?' It seemed she was still bothered by what I had just said.

So I comforted her, 'I like very slutty women, like you.' Afang smiled slightly, 'Then I'll be slutty to you from now on.' During the shower, I still intentionally or unintentionally pressed her anus with my fingers. After so many years of marriage, I had never had anal sex with my wife, so I didn't know what it felt like.

Afang seemed to have noticed, and she said somewhat flusteredly, 'You don't mean to do that, do you?'" "I replied,

'Has your husband ever touched you there?' Afang quickly answered, 'Of course not, it's dirty there, and it would hurt a lot.' I pressed against Afang's body and said, 'I want it, will you give it to me? I want you to belong to me completely.

' Afang hesitated, and I, wanting to experience the sensation of anus, explained, 'I'll be gentle, I'll use some shower gel, it won't hurt you.' Afang hesitated for a while, but couldn't resist my persuasion and silently agreed.

I had her lean against the wall, I applied some shower gel to her anus, and then gently inserted a finger, imitating the male actors in movies. I asked with concern, 'Does it hurt?' Afang replied, 'It feels strange, be gentle.' Saying that, I had her bend her waist even lower so that her buttocks could fully relax, and I took the opportunity to insert my middle finger, two fingers entering her anus. At this moment, Afang couldn't help but cry out, 'It hurts, go slower.' It seems that her virgin anus is really tight, probably even tighter than her vagina when she was deflowered."

So I applied more shower gel to make her anus more slippery. Gradually, Afang got used to the feeling and didn't cry out in pain as much as before. Seeing that it was about time, I spread her anus and inserted my penis straight in. It felt so tight! My glans felt like it was suffocating. Afang cried out in pain, "No! It hurts! You're tearing me apart!" I was in the middle of it all, just thrusting vigorously, but since it was my first time, I had no experience and found it difficult to go further. Hearing Afang's cries of pain, I didn't linger. I just gave it a dozen or so perfunctory thrusts before pulling out. After

washing up, Afang told me to go out first. She said anal sex was very painful and she felt a strong urge to defecate. So I went into the bedroom. Although
that anal sex wasn't very satisfying—after all, neither of us had that experience before—afterwards, every time we were intimate, I would intentionally or unintentionally stimulate her there. It was clear that Afang was always afraid of anal sex, so she would try harder to please me during intercourse to keep me from having any thoughts about her genitals. I

remember once after we finished, we were naked in bed discussing our past sexual experiences. Afang's sex life seemed quite traditional. She got married when she was twenty. Her husband was her classmate from junior high school. They weren't particularly close at first, but her aunt introduced them. Because he was honest and kind, and people in the countryside tend to marry young, Afang agreed. She had sex for the first time on her wedding day, and had a daughter the following year.

I asked, "How's your sex life? Does your husband treat you as well as I do?" As I spoke, I mischievously pinched her brown nipple.

Afang playfully slapped my hand and said, "Of course not as good at it as you. Besides, as we get older, everyone's tired of making money, so it's definitely not as..." Then, Afang asked me, "Rui-ge, you understand women so well, you must have had a lot of experience, right?" I replied, "I had two girlfriends when I was in school, and then I got my wife." Then I told her some things about Xiaotong and me, including our sex life. For example, Xiaotong and I also like to play breast play and foot play. We especially like to ejaculate on a woman's face and toes.

After listening, Afang was a little surprised and said, "You and your wife have such a good relationship. You've been married for over ten years and you still have sex twice a week. I thought that after so many years of marriage, men would all look at their wives as haggard old women." I said, "Of course not. Many men would like a woman like you." Afang blushed a little, paused for a moment, and then asked, "So, which one do you think is better, me or your wife?" I put my arm around her soft shoulder and said, "They each have their own charm. Anyway, they are both women that make people want to have sex with them."

"After hearing this, Afang pretended to be angry and punched me a few times: 'I knew it, you just treat us women like toys.' I added, 'You're both good, but compared to her, I prefer your personality. You speak your mind. My wife is sometimes too silent and likes to keep her thoughts to herself. And even though she married into the family, she's always worried about her family. She has a younger brother who's always idle and has caused a lot of trouble.' Afang comforted me, 'No one is perfect. You're demanding too much of your sister-in-law. Like when my husband was alive, I didn't allow him to drink too much or associate with shady people. But what good did it do now? Maybe it was all fate.' I comforted her, saying..." Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. From now on, everyone should be happy. "On the other hand, since Afang started helping out at the agency, she's been getting up even earlier. Besides arranging our breakfasts and going to the market to buy groceries, she also voluntarily goes to the agency early to clean. Master Zhang told me about this too; she's a very hardworking and kind woman.

But the agency closes quite late, so often I have to eat first, but I always wait for her to come back together. Afang seems very apologetic about this.

One evening, when Afang came back and saw me carrying the reheated food, she said with a troubled expression, 'It's all my fault lately. You really shouldn't have eaten first.' I said, 'It's okay, it's less lonely when we're together.'" "Ah Fang looked touched after hearing this.

Then I said mischievously, 'You have to behave well tonight too. These past few days, whenever I think about you becoming a professional woman, I especially want to sleep with you.' Ah Fang knew what I meant, and although she was whispering in my ear, she replied shyly, 'Okay.' Little did I know that I used a little trick that day.

That night, after showering, we went to bed and started watching adult movies. These past few days, we'd been watching a lot of the Rocco series. At first, I didn't know who Rocco was, but after looking it up, I found out he was a European porn star, also known as the 'Emperor of Erotica.' I had seen him in Tarzan before, and I heard the female lead was his wife, who was very beautiful. That movie was well-made, and the plot was well-developed. After watching a few of Rocco's movies, I discovered that this actor was not only tall and imposing, but also had exceptionally strong sexual prowess. Moreover, Rocco seemed to be a bit of a sexual pervert, treating women other than his wife with extreme brutality. Anal sex, anal abuse, and group sex were practically commonplace for him." Today we watched the Animal Tamer series. There was a fat woman in it, who looked young but was unusually voluptuous. She played a maid who came to Rocco's house to clean and discovered Rocco having sex with a short-haired woman. She then joined in their game, and Rocco used his enormous penis to have wild anal sex with the fat woman, even inserting a string of plastic rings into her anus. These shocking scenes got Afang and me very excited, but Afang couldn't handle such extreme content, so we watched a Japanese film about a husband having an affair with his nanny. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember his name. His sex with the nanny was very exciting, and he used various sex toys to make her squirt.

Unable to resist these erotic scenes, I started flirting with Afang. I took off her clothes, buried my face in her breasts, sucked on her large areolas, and kneaded her soft, plump buttocks with my hands. Afang also took my penis and gently rubbed it. After a while, I started sucking on her thighs and then her toes, moving down from her breasts. Suddenly, I stopped and said, "How about we do something different today?" Afang asked, somewhat puzzled, "What?" So I took out a blindfold I had just bought after work from the drawer and had her put it on. Afang pretended to be displeased and said, "So you've been wanting to tease me all along." But she still obediently put on the blindfold, and I put my erect penis into her mouth, making her give me oral sex. Although Afang couldn't see, she still seemed to grasp my penis by feel, and extended her fragrant tongue to gently rub back and forth on my glans. Under

the caress of her wet and warm tongue, it was so stimulating; my glans felt like it was going to explode. Then, I stuffed my taut penis into her mouth and thrust in and out of her mouth like I was penetrating a vagina. The feeling of being surrounded by saliva was so good; if I didn't control myself, I would have ejaculated.

So I made Afang lie face down on the bed, raise her buttocks, and prepare to receive my invasion. This time, I held Afang's plump buttocks with both hands and licked her clitoris. Afang's lower body was still very sensitive, and with my stimulation, it quickly became wet. The combination of her unique body odor and the scent of her shower gel made me even more excited.

At this moment, I secretly took out the rubber dildo we had bought together. Because last time Afang and I watched porn, she said that foreigners' dicks were so big, how could those women handle it? Besides, I had seen a similar scene today, so I wanted to take the opportunity to tease her.

I manipulated the rubber dildo, rubbing it against her vulva, and then with a forceful thrust, inserted it into her vagina. Afang screamed in pain and immediately removed her blindfold. Seeing this, she was very surprised and scolded me, "Why are you using this thing?" I was also stunned for a moment: "How did you know?" Afang complained, "This thing is so big, you've ruined it. We've done it so many times, how could I not know it wasn't yours?" It seems Afang is quite familiar with me. No wonder, this one is a large size, most women can't handle it. So after apologizing, I put it down and picked up the real thing again, inserting it into her body. That day, for some reason, looking at her alluring anus, my heart itched again. My hand involuntarily began to fidget with her back door. At first, Afang would slap my hand, but in the end, she couldn't help it and said, "If you're going to do it there, I'm going to the toilet first, otherwise I'll keep needing to poop." Saying that, she went into the bathroom, and I came outside and heard her pooping.

When I was really about to go in through her back door, I learned from my previous experience and applied more lubricant to her anus, and warmed up my fingers inside for a longer time. Then, excitedly, I aimed my hard penis at her anus and inserted it. Although I had lubricated beforehand, Afang still cried out in pain, and I felt that her back door was much tighter than her front.

Her anal muscles gripped my glans tightly, and I held her arms from behind, squeezing her full, white breasts, while my penis thrust into her anus. At first, Afang kept screaming, but as I continued thrusting, she began to grit her teeth, gripping the wall tightly with both hands, bending over as if trying to relax her body to lessen the pain.

I also tried my best to persevere, holding her waist tightly, my glans thrusting into her anus. Finally, with a burst of climax, I excitedly ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her anus. At this moment, Afang collapsed to the ground, seemingly exhausted.

In the days that followed, I had anal sex with her several more times, and she didn't seem as resistant as before, at least she was more accustomed to it. Thus, our sex life reached a very high level. Unfortunately, good things don't last forever. Later, my wife came to Shenzhen, and Afang and I had to separate. Although I secretly met with her for the next few months, Afang always felt that this would break up someone else's family, so we met less and less often. Until one day last November, I heard from Mr. Zhang that she was no longer with the real estate agency and seemed to be doing clothing business with a fellow villager. Only then did I realize that she had completely left my life.

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