This year, our group was awarded a Most Progressive Business Award by the company. We had a group dinner together at a hotel, and everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly, drinking quite a lot as well. Godmother Xiu Hui drank a lot of red wine. She and I live in the same district, so I sent her home.
I saw she was quite tired and hadn't spoken much along the way. I originally planned to just drop her off downstairs, but after opening the car door, she couldn't stand up. As I helped her up the stairs, wicked thoughts suddenly arose in my mind—I couldn't let this great opportunity slip away. I gently touched the side of her breast with my fingers. Her breasts were quite large and elastic, but I didn't dare go too far.
When we got to the door, she took the key out of her bag, but no matter what she couldn't get it into the keyhole properly. I took the key, planted myself in a horse stance, let her sit on my thigh, opened the door with one hand, and hooked her with the other, completely covering her big breasts.
After opening the door, I helped her to the sofa; no one was home at her place. I wrung out a towel to wipe her face, and she didn't seem to react much. She was wearing a long skirt, the hem tucked under her buttocks, exposing her entire thighs. I slowly reached my hand over, gently stroking her thigh, gradually moving towards her honey pot, lightly touching her vulva through her panties.
She suddenly moved, letting out a soft "hmph" from her mouth. I was startled and quickly stood up, asking her, "Are you okay? If you're fine, I'll head home first."
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and said: 'Don't go back, stay with me for a while.'
I sat down beside her, and she immediately leaned against me. One hand pressed against my cock, intentionally or not, and I was getting a bit overwhelmed. I thought she was definitely giving me a hint, so I went along with it, stroking her back, harder and harder, I just wanted to see her reaction. Her hand started rubbing on my thigh too, and at that point I was completely reassured, one hand directly started kneading her breasts. She began to moan, I unbuttoned her clothes, she fell back, presenting her entire chest to me. I continued kneading her two full breasts, pushed her bra up, and pounced on them, sucking hard on her two dark, large nipples with my mouth. She started losing it, her 'mmphs' getting louder and louder.
I kept sucking with my mouth while using both hands to pull down her panties. She cooperated, gently lifting her hips. My fingers began rubbing back and forth along her groin, deliberately avoiding her honey pot. She was unbearably frustrated, moaning "ah ah" as one hand reached out to grab mine and press it onto her honey pot. So much wetness! I inserted my fingers into her hole, occasionally stroking her little bean. Her reactions were so sensitive—she would hum when I penetrated her hole, and cry out "ah ah" whenever I touched her bean. I had already taken the chance to remove my own pants, my cock standing tall and hard. She reached over and began stroking my cock.
After playing for a while, she started moaning, 'Come in, come in, come in quickly.' I didn't hold back either, spreading her legs a bit wider and thrusting my cock hard inside. So slippery—she was so wet that it went in effortlessly. I lifted my body up a little so that each thrust rubbed against her clit. She cried out loudly, 'Ah! Your cock is so hard! It feels so good! So good!' After just a few thrusts, she suddenly screamed, 'Oh, fast, fast, fast, oh oh! Keep thrusting, fuck, fuck.' Her whole body arched up, and with a muffled groan of 'ahh,' she went completely limp again.
I didn't expect to make her climax so quickly; it really gave me a sense of accomplishment. I continued working hard. She lay there motionless, but I could still feel her tightly squeezing me, her honey hole contracting and releasing. When she tightened, I would thrust faster—the pleasure was too intense. After about five more minutes of thrusting, she started moaning 'mmm' again, probably feeling close to orgasm again. I brought her thighs together and inserted my cock between them, rapidly rubbing inside her honey hole. Her butt also pushed up forcefully, and her mouth started making 'ahh' and 'ohh' sounds again. I knew she was about to climax, so I thrust even more vigorously. I felt I was about to burst too and started moaning in her ear: 'Oh, I can't hold it, I'm going to cum, ahh.' Hearing this, she immediately cried out: 'Ahh! Cum, cum together, ah, don't stop, fast! Fast!' I could no longer control myself and ejaculated inside her honey hole.
After a round of vigorous activity, the alcohol had mostly worn off. But we still didn't speak, each lost in our own thoughts. I was a bit worried, afraid that if she clung to me, it would be troublesome. I had always dreamed of being with a mature woman like her. Today, I finally got my wish. Having sex with a mature woman was really great.
Before I knew it, little brother started reacting again. She suddenly lifted her head, slapped my dick once, and said with a smile: “Still a young man after all, huh? I’m going to wash up; it’s still leaking down there.” I thought she had fallen asleep, but it turned out she had been watching my little brother all along. She stood up and went into the bathroom, and all I could hear was the sound of water rushing.
It's about time to go home, right? I haven't checked in with home today. Will she ask me to stay? Should I stay? ? ? ?
She was almost done washing, “You should come wash up too.”
The lower part was sticky, so it needed a wash. I went into the bathroom, and she was wrapped in a bath towel, blow-drying her hair. I held her from behind, looking at her lewdly in the mirror. “What are you looking at, you little pervert? Don’t you think I’m old? If you’re not careful, I’ll be tricked by you.”
"Tsk, clearly you're the one lying to me. You weren't drunk at all; do you think I don't know?" She turned around and pinched me. "You brat, you got a little fresh with me and now you're making me angry." I tightly embraced her, and with a gentle tug, the bath towel fell away. Looking into each other's eyes, I said, "You're really beautiful." "Nonsense, what is there to be beautiful about at such an old age."
"You have a very distinctive flavor, very strong feminine charm. I like it." As he spoke, I kissed her forehead and slowly lifted her face; we kissed passionately. Her tongue was so soft, and it felt like her mouth was very hot. She was very excited, wrapping her arms around my neck, desperately sucking, our tongues licking each other hard, enjoying it to the fullest.
I don’t know how long we kissed for; even my tongue felt sore. We finally let go. “It’s been so long since I kissed like this. I can’t even remember the last time I kissed my husband. It seems like after the kid grew up and became sensible, my husband never kissed me again, only kissing me a few times when we were doing it.”
"Hehe, me too. My wife always wants me to kiss her, but I really have no interest." "You men are all like that—living it up outside, but unwilling to be a little better to your wives. You should wash up first. Are you going home today?"
"Can you bear to let me go?"
"You bastard, using that trick again."
"Hahaha!! Enough, enough, I won’t say it anymore."
She laughed, 'How come I never noticed your sweet talk before? Do you need pajamas to sleep?'
“No need, I sleep naked at home.”
I slipped into his blanket—so warm. Like a child, I nestled in the crook of her arm. The feeling was wonderful, like returning to childhood. She just looked at me, gently smoothing my hair.
She was still naked, emitting a faint fragrance from her body. I started wanting it again; I pinched her breasts and sucked her nipples with my mouth. She began to moan again.
Oh! Stronger, suck harder. Yes, like that, mm!
I placed my hand down below her; she was completely wet again down there, with lots of sticky fluid. I lubricated my finger and slowly rubbed it on her little bean. Her moans grew louder. I sucked harder with my mouth, and my fingers suddenly increased the frequency of friction. She let out an 'ah ah' sound, immediately clamped her thighs together, raised her butt upward, matching the thrusting of my fingers.
Suddenly, she pulled my hand away. 'No, I don't want it like this. Let's take it slow.' She sat up, abruptly threw off the blanket, and reached one hand toward my dick. My little brother had been rock hard for a while. She gently stroked it. I closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed it. Suddenly, warmth below—she took my dick into her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly. I could feel her tongue constantly circling my glans. She was amazing, bobbing her head so fast yet still coordinating with her tongue. Seems like she practices often with her husband.
She took it in deeper and deeper mouthfuls, as if each thrust was going all the way into her throat. Wow, that feels amazing; my wife has never been able to do that. Whenever I thrust deep, my wife feels nauseous. Doesn't she feel anything?
Oh, so good, oh, you’re amazing!
I couldn't help but moan. It felt really amazing, a sensation I had never experienced before. But I had never cum from oral before; no matter what my wife did, I wouldn't ejaculate. But what happened today? It felt so good, I couldn't hold on anymore.
Oh! I can’t take it, pause for a second, I’m about to lose it, oh!
She didn't stop at all; instead, she took my cock into her mouth even faster. Oh! The head of my cock is so hot, I can't hold it. I thrust fully into her mouth all at once, shooting into her throat. So good, this feeling is no less intense than shooting inside a pussy.
She continued sucking, and with great effort. My cock had already gone soft, but she pulled it so long with her mouth, and all the semen in the urethra was sucked clean by her. Oh, god, I feel so uncomfortable, oh no, I couldn't help but laugh, it's too uncomfortable.
She raised her head, wiped her mouth with a tissue, but didn't spit anything out—she had swallowed it all.
She turned and leaned against my shoulder, smiling at me, 'Was it good? Now you know my skill. Just a little help, and you couldn't hold back.'
"It really felt great. I've never felt this good before. I love you to death. Aren't you afraid I won't be able to get it up later?"
"You have a mouth too. If you can't get it up, use your mouth."
"No problem, I'll make you feel good right now."
Actually, I quite like using my mouth to give women oral sex. As long as the pussy is clean, I like smelling that horny scent up close. And I can carefully observe what the pussy looks like; every pussy is different, each with its own characteristics.
I crawled between her thighs, spreading them apart. The room was well-lit, allowing me to see her honey pot clearly. Her honey pot was much cleaner than I had imagined, the color not very dark, with little hair, just a thin layer. Her honey pot was already very wet, looking slick and shiny.
I licked her labia majora, moving my tongue back and forth between her inner thighs and labia. Circling her honey pot, I slowly licked around it. She clearly couldn't stand the stimulation anymore, her hips swaying left and right, trying to bring her clit to my tongue, but I always avoided touching it. After teasing her like this for a while, I extended my tongue to the center of her honey pot, parting her labia. The flesh at her entrance was so tender, pink. I stretched my tongue to its fullest length, slowly pushing it into her hole.
She let out a loud "Ah," as if experiencing immense satisfaction.
She was very wet, slightly salty with a faint fishy smell. I started thrusting faster and faster, and when I curled my tongue, I occasionally touched her clit. She was loving it, her moans growing louder and louder. Probably unable to bear it any longer towards the end, she directly cried out, 'Lick my clit, ah, it's so unbearable, lick my clit quickly, my pussy is itching unbearably.'
I simply stopped thrusting in and instead used my mouth to suck on her labia minora, gently pulling them up, holding them in my mouth, and grinding with my tongue. Slowly, I started licking the inside of her thighs again, avoiding her honey pot. She simply reached her hand over and began fingering her own clit, constantly shaking it. So this is how women masturbate. I had guessed before, but seeing it for the first time—her three fingers covering her little bean, rapidly shaking her hand.
I grabbed her hand, not letting her do it herself, slowly placed my mouth on her pubic hair, slowly kissed downward, inching closer to her little bean. As the distance decreased, her moans grew louder, and her butt slowly lifted.
But I deliberately skipped the clit, and just below the clit, my tongue trembled at top speed. Her butt kept desperately sinking downward, but the clit still couldn't reach my tongue.
"You bastard, don't be like that, I want it, hurry, I want it." She knew I was teasing her.
I moved my mouth upward and suddenly took her bean into my mouth, sucking it hard.
"Ah! So good, so comfortable. You brat, you're making me feel so good."
I held the bean in my mouth, quickly sweeping it with my tongue. 'Pop,' I suddenly released the bean and directly started licking forcefully with my tongue. Her fluids had already flowed to her asshole. I gently rubbed my finger around her asshole opening, lightly inserting it at the entrance. I didn't relax on my mouth either, continuing to quickly rub her bean.
"Ah!" She suddenly gripped my hand tightly, her butt forcefully pushing upward, thrusting again and again. I knew she was about to lose it, so I put my mouth back on her little bud, sucking it up, while I exaggeratedly groaned, grinding hard, and my fingers quickly thrust in and out of her asshole.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" As she pushed her butt slower and slower, her movements gradually stopped. I carefully looked at her honey pot, and a stream of crystal-clear lustful fluid flowed down.
She closed her eyes, her face flushed, still panting continuously, her large breasts rising and falling. She looked really beautiful. I crawled to her side and gently took her nipple into my mouth. I was also very tired, so I leaned against her shoulder, holding her breast in my mouth as I fell asleep. She gently kissed my forehead. Gradually, we drifted into dreamland.
After that day, the two of us basically found time to date every week, usually at her place. At her place, we didn't have to worry about being disturbed, we could make love and be wanton to our heart's content.
After that day, we almost found time to meet every week.
Most of the time it was at her place. Her husband often traveled for work or worked overtime, and the house was empty; once the door closed, there were only the two of us. No one would suddenly push the door open, and no one would hear anything next door. That sense of complete belonging to each other made every time more uninhibited than the last.
The first official 'date' was three days after the dinner gathering.
She sent me a message with only two words: Come on.
I took time off and arrived half an hour early. She had already changed, wearing only a loose silk robe with nothing underneath. As soon as the door was locked, she actively leaned in to kiss me. This kiss had a familiar taste but was more sober and forceful than that drunken night.
We didn't go to the bedroom first.
Right there on the hallway rug, I pressed her against the wall, one of her legs lifted and wrapped around my waist. I entered directly from below—she was already wet. The sound of thrusting echoed clearly in the empty living room. She braced her hands against the wall, looking back at me, her eyes filled with desire. I sped up, each thrust reaching the deepest point. Her moans gradually became uncontrollable, and finally, she went limp, climaxing in my arms.
After one round, we slowly moved to the sofa.
She straddled me, controlling the rhythm herself. Her nightgown had slipped to her waist, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. I tilted my head up and took one into my mouth, cupping the other with my palm. Her insides were hot and tight, each descent swallowing me whole. I could feel her deliberately clenching, as if intentionally tormenting me. When she climaxed, her whole body leaned forward, her long hair spilling down and brushing over my chest, her insides spasming in waves.
In the days that followed, the frequency kept increasing.
Sometimes it's in the afternoon, sunlight seeping through the curtain gap, shining on her sweaty back; sometimes it's at night, after finishing, the two lie side by side, listening to the occasional sound of cars outside. She starts actively making various requests—wanting to be entered from behind, wanting to be pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, wanting me to use my fingers to bring her to climax first before truly entering.
I did everything as told.
Once she suddenly took a black ribbon from the bedside drawer and asked me to tie her wrists to the headboard. I did as she asked. She lay there, legs apart, but her eyes were unusually clear. I started kissing from her toes, moving upward, lingering for a long time on her inner thighs before finally taking that spot into my mouth. Tied up, she couldn't actively respond, only passively receive. When I used both tongue and fingers, her back kept arching, and her moans grew louder. Only after she climaxed so hard her legs shook did I thrust inside.
Being tied up seemed to make her more sensitive. With every withdrawal and thrust, she would let out a short whimper. Finally, I untied the silk ribbon, and she immediately reached out to hug me, burying her face in the crook of my neck, her body still trembling slightly.
“Like this?” I asked.
She nodded, her voice still somewhat hoarse: "I like... being watched by you, being used by you."
This sentence was like a spark falling into dry grass.
Since then, we tried more and more things.
While I was working, she would send me a photo—only showing below the collarbone, with her robe open, one hand placed between her own thighs. I would reply with “Tonight,” then end work early and rush over. When I opened the door, she was often already prepared; sometimes she was wearing only stockings and high heels, sometimes she was wearing nothing at all, just leaning by the door waiting for me.
Once after finishing, she lay on my chest and suddenly said, 'Have you ever thought about what will happen if this continues?'
I didn't answer immediately. My fingers slowly drew circles on her back.
"What will happen?" I retorted.
She was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: 'We'll sink deeper and deeper. One day we'll be discovered. We'll... be unable to turn back.'
I turned her over and entered her from the front. This time, the movements were slow but deep. She looked into my eyes and didn't speak again. I thrust slowly until she climaxed again, then whispered by her ear:
“Then sink into it.”
Her eyes reddened slightly, and then she actively lifted her hips to meet my thrusts.
After that, we spent more time together.
Sometimes I spend the night at her place. The next morning, she makes breakfast, and I hug her from behind, slipping my hand into her robe. She laughs and calls me a 'pervert,' but leans back into me. Sometimes, in the middle of it, her phone rings—it's her husband calling. She answers, responding calmly while I slowly thrust into her from behind. After hanging up, she looks back at me, her eyes filled with a nearly dangerous excitement.
“You’re so bad.” she said.
I didn't deny it, just picked her up, walked to the floor-length mirror, and had her watch herself being entered. In the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her breasts swayed gently with the impact, but her eyes met mine directly. That visual stimulation made us both reach the peak faster.
Week after week.
The outside world still functioned as usual—company, family, social obligations. But as soon as one stepped through her door, all identities were shut outside. What remained were only bodies, desire, and that tacit understanding of opening each other completely.
Once she cried after climaxing.
It wasn’t because it hurt, but because it was too full. She buried her face in my chest, her shoulders trembling lightly. I didn’t ask why, just held her and waited for her to calm down on her own. Later she looked up, her eyes still red, but she smiled:
"I seem... really addicted."
I kissed her glabella.
“Then keep going.”
The door is outside, the world is outside.
The door is inside, only the two of us, we can do as we please, scream as we please, and completely release everything we dare not touch during the day.
And we all know—
As long as we can keep meeting like this every week, no one will be the first to say stop.
Time moved forward bit by bit like this.
The seasons outside shifted from autumn to winter, and then from winter to spring. Yet the frequency of our meetings never decreased. Sometimes it was twice a week, sometimes two days in a row. Her husband's business trips became more and more frequent, and the house remained empty for longer and longer. Once the door closed, the world was left with only us.
Once I arrived early.
Using the key she gave me, I opened the door. The room was quiet. She was still in the bathroom, the faint sound of water coming through. I walked to the bedroom, tossed my jacket on a chair, then leaned against the doorframe watching her. She walked out wrapped in a towel, saw me, was startled for a moment, then curved the corners of her mouth into a slight smile.
“So early?”
I didn't answer, just walked over and pinned her against the sink. The towel was pulled off, the steam from the hot water not yet dissipated. I entered her from behind, one hand braced on the counter, the other reaching around to knead her breast. In the mirror, I could clearly see her expression—eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, a slight frown each time she was thrust deepest.
“Gently... My throat was still hoarse this morning.” She said between pants.
I deliberately didn't go light. Instead, I sped up, letting the sound of water and the sound of flesh colliding mix together. She soon couldn't hold on, gripping the counter edge tightly with both hands, her whole body leaning forward. When the climax came, she bit the back of her own hand, her shoulders shaking violently. I didn't stop, continuing to thrust inside her still-contracting interior until I released myself.
Afterward, she turned over, washed her face with water, then looked up at me: “You’re getting more and more excessive.”
I wiped the water droplets from her eyelashes: 'You don't like it?'
She didn't speak, just reached out to grab my tie and led me towards the bedroom.
That day, we hardly got out of bed.
From morning until afternoon, we only got up twice to drink water. I entered her in different positions, sometimes face to face, sometimes from behind, sometimes with her taking the initiative to sit on top. After each climax, she would go soft for a moment, then be lit up again. By the end, her voice was completely hoarse, and she could only let out faint, broken whimpers. By the fourth time I came inside her, her whole body was trembling slightly, her eyes red, yet she still took the initiative to spread her legs wider.
In the evening she leaned against my chest, absentmindedly drawing circles with her fingers.
“At this rate, something bad is really going to happen.” She said it once again.
I held her hand: "So you want to stop?"
She shook her head, burying her face even lower: "I don't want to. But... sometimes I get scared."
I don't ask her again what she's afraid of. I just flip her over and enter again. This time the movement is slow but goes very deep. She looks into my eyes and doesn't speak again. We both know that once some words are spoken, we'll really have to face them.
So it's better not to say anything for now.
In spring, she suggested wanting to change locations.
“I always feel like something’s missing when I stay home too much.” She lay on the bed, her voice lazy. “I want to go to a hotel. Big bed, floor-to-ceiling windows, where I can cry out loud.”
I obeyed her.
Booked a hotel in the east of the city, high floor, great view. That afternoon, we were practically entangled as soon as we entered the room. The curtains weren't drawn, and the city lights began to glow outside the window. I pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, her hands braced against the glass, entering from behind. Outside was the hustle and bustle of traffic; inside were barely suppressed gasps. Her breasts pressed against the cold glass, deforming slightly with each thrust. When she climaxed, she cried out loudly, her voice echoing in the empty room.
After one round, we didn’t rush to rest.
She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. This time, she deliberately slowed her pace, sinking down to the hilt each time before slowly rising. I could clearly see how I was being swallowed up by her bit by bit. She looked down at where we were joined, her eyes holding a gaze of near-obsessive focus. Only after she came first did she lean down to kiss me and let me flip her over, pinning her beneath me to continue.
That night we did it until very late.
At one point in the middle, we ordered room service, ate a few bites, and then got tangled up again. I tied her wrists with a hotel tie, spread and fixed her legs apart, and she could only take it passively. After I used my tongue and fingers to bring her to climax twice, I finally entered her for real. She cried and called my name, her insides clenching tightly. In the end I untied the tie, and she immediately reached out to hug me, burying her face in the hollow of my neck, her body still trembling softly.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She nodded, her voice hoarse: "I like... being used by you like this."
This sentence became a keyword for a long time afterward.
We began to try more.
Sometimes she asks to be blindfolded; sometimes she sends short videos while I'm working, only showing her hand moving between her legs; sometimes she listens to my commands over the phone, bringing herself to orgasm, then transmitting her gasps through the receiver. Every meeting feels like clearing out the desires accumulated during the day in one go.
But the more this goes on, the clearer it becomes that something is changing.
Once after finishing, she suddenly asked me, 'Have you ever thought about the future?'
I am silent for a long time.
"I have thought about it." I said, "but I can't make sense of it."
She turned onto her side to look at me, her eyes shining in the dark: “Then don’t think about it for now. Let’s just do this first.”
I pulled her into my arms.
Outside the door is her life, is my life, are the daily routines we each must maintain. But inside the door is a different set of rules—where we can do as we please, scream as we please, and lay bare all the sides of ourselves we dare not show outside.
And we all know that such days will not last forever.
But as long as it can continue, no one will be the first to say it’s over.
One rainy night, she sent a message: Come.
When I arrived, she had already showered and was wearing only a shirt, all buttons open. As soon as the door closed, she actively knelt down and took me into her mouth with her mouth. Her movements were urgent and deep, as if she had been holding back for a long time. I pressed the back of her head, making her take me deeper. She didn't resist; instead, she let out a satisfied whimper. Just as I was about to come, she pulled back, looked up at me:
“Shoot inside.”
I pulled her up and pinned her against the wall to enter. This time was especially fierce. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and each time she was thrust to the deepest point, she let out short cries. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her insides gripping me tightly. I bit her shoulder and ejaculated everything inside.
Afterward, she leaned against me, her breathing still not steady.
“Next week... my husband is coming back to stay for half a month.” she suddenly said.
My movements paused for a moment.
“Then during this period…”
“Don’t meet yet.” She cut me off, her voice very soft. “Wait until he goes on another business trip.”
I didn't speak, just held her tighter.
The rain is still falling. The sound of water outside the window isolates the entire city. We leaned against each other, neither of us mentioning the future again.
Because everyone knows——
As long as you still want to continue, it will continue.
And now, all that's needed is to make the most of this night before us.
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