Newly-married young woman (illustration video version) (wife mature woman adult novel)

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That happened in the winter of 1996. I was 21 years old that year and had just been transferred back to the provincial capital from another place.

There is a woman in the same unit as me who is extremely beautiful. She was twenty-three years old that year. It is no exaggeration to say that she was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in real life. Without any makeup, her beauty was completely natural and innocent. She has beautiful big wavy hair, which makes her look even more charming. Although she is only 153 cm tall, her chest circumference is nearly 90 cm, which is definitely considered busty among Chinese people.

At the beginning of the year, when I first saw her, I was deeply attracted to her and stunned by her beauty. I often think that if I could go back to bed with a woman like this, I would be willing to live a few years less. Who would have thought that my wish would come true at the end of the year.

She got married in October of that year. Her lover is a graduate student who is very busy with work and rarely takes care of her. Since their work unit did not allocate housing for them, they could only live together on weekends, which was very inconvenient. So she did not go home on weekdays and lived alone in the single dormitory upstairs in my unit, only going back on weekends.

In December, all the work has been completed and the end of the year is approaching, so I feel very relaxed. One evening, she called me and asked me to play poker with her.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, we went back to the single dormitory together. On the way, she said to me: "Don't you want to see my photos? Do you want to come and see them?"

"Of course I did." I was happy. I really like looking at other people’s photos, especially photos of beautiful women. It’s a pleasure.

After entering the house, she took out two photo albums, placed them in front of me, and said, "The photos are not good, please don't laugh at me."

I opened the album and slowly appreciated the beautiful pictures inside. She poured a glass of water, sat next to me, stretched her head, and explained the photo to me: "This was taken when I was in elementary school. You can see the boy behind me. He likes me very much, so he stood behind me. He was very happy and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. This photo is when I was..."

Her head was very close to me, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her beautiful curly hair gently tickled my face, making it itchy. I turned my head and looked at her, and she seemed unaware of this. I leaned my body a little to the outside, making my face a little further away from her. Such a close distance made my heart itchy. In my mind, she was a very beautiful and orthodox woman, and it never occurred to me that she did this on purpose.

Around 11 or 12 o'clock in the evening, I had basically finished looking at the photos. Suddenly, I found a paper package at the back of the album. When I wanted to take it out to look at it, she held it with both hands and said, "These photos are not good. Don't look at them."

"If you say you don't want to look at it, then don't look at it. How embarrassing would that be for me?" I said jokingly while suddenly snatching the photo album and holding it away from her.

Before I opened the photo album, a pair of cold hands covered my eyes. She shouted, "I won't let you see it! I won't let you see it!"

I was a little impulsive at the time and really wanted to turn around and hug her. But reason overcame impulse, and I didn't do that. I am a very traditional man, and I didn't want to take advantage of her.

I put down the photo album and said, "It's late. I'm going back."

She might be disappointed, but she had no reason to keep me. She just said, "Okay, go back and have a sweet dream." It was a double entendre, which I only realized later.

After I got back, I lay on the bed, thinking carefully about what happened that night. I vaguely felt that she seemed to like me very much, but I also felt that it was impossible because she had only been married for more than a month!

The next day, she met me and said, "I have some more photos, are you interested?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Okay, come to my dormitory tonight to see me." After saying that, she smiled sweetly and left.

At around 8pm, I arrived at her dormitory.

The door opened and she stood in front of me. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was more beautiful than usual, with light eye shadow and lipstick on.

"Hey, you're wearing makeup?" I asked.

"Does it look good?" She was very happy that I noticed that she was different from usual as soon as she entered the door.

"It looks good. Very beautiful." I was telling the truth.

"Really?" She smiled, very happy, "I put on my makeup just for you."

"Come on, I'm not your lover." I teased.

"Hate..." She smiled, very charmingly, "Come in, don't always stand at the door talking." I entered the room and closed the door.

"Actually, it's still the same thing from yesterday, the ones I didn't let you see," she said.

The drunkard's real intention is not to drink. I sat on her bed and no longer had the heart to look at her photos.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No. It turns out there is one, and it has been going on for more than a year." I replied.

"You are twenty-one this year, right? You are still young, so there is no need to rush. You are a handsome young man, so are you afraid that you can't find a girlfriend?" she said.

"I'm really scared. How about you introduce one to me?" I said.

"Okay, leave it to me," she said.

From then on, for several months after that night, my sexual affairs were really controlled by her.

That night, we talked more and more, and the topics became more and more diverse. From school to society, from love between men and women to someone having an extramarital affair.

Before I knew it, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly she asked me: "I told you so much, do you know why?"

I thought about it, and mustered up the courage to say, "I think you like me a little bit."

I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her. "Yes." She answered firmly, "I like you."

She looked at me affectionately: "Do you like me?"

"Yes." Of course I like her. I have been attracted to her since the first time I saw her. It's just that she has a boyfriend and is about to get married, and I am conservative in my thinking, so I haven't had any thoughts about it.

"Then why don't you say it? Why let me, a girl, speak it first?" She was a little agitated.

Yeah, why didn't I say it first? I feel a little regretful that as a man, I am not as good as a girl. I don't have that courage.

"I'm sorry, because you're already married, and it's only been a month, I didn't expect..." It's not that I didn't expect it, but that I didn't dare to think about it.

"I just like you!" Her voice was a little choked, and her beautiful big eyes were filled with tears.

"But I will destroy your family." This is my concern. Although I like her, I hope she is happy more.

"No, I promise." She was a little anxious.

I stretched out my hand to her, grasped her little hand in it, and pulled her into my arms. She moaned and sat in my arms. Our lips kissed passionately and we sucked each other's tongues. I put my hand into her shirt and touched her huge breasts that I had longed for. She obediently raised her arms and made room for my hands to move freely. My penis is erect and I feel the urge to have sex. I licked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

"Can I do it with you?" I asked timidly.

"But I will get pregnant." She was a little scared.

"You're already married." What I mean is, you can have an abortion.

She thought about it and nodded. I was very happy and a little nervous because my original wish was about to come true.

My hand slid down from the beautiful big breasts, across her flat, delicate belly, unzipped her belt, and touched her mysterious little hole. There was already a vast ocean there. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It felt warm, wet and slippery. I hadn't felt that for a year and a half. She took off my clothes and I was topless.

"So strong." She stroked my well-developed chest muscles. I used to do fitness and love sports, and I felt confident about my body.

I gently took off her top and unhooked her bra, and a pair of huge, firm, white breasts appeared before my eyes. I leaned over, held her waist with both hands, drew circles on her nipples with the tip of my tongue, bit them lightly with my teeth, and sucked them hard.

"Ah..." She could no longer withstand my teasing and let out a happy moan. I moved my hands down to caress her buttocks and took off all her underwear. She was now completely naked. I picked her up and put her on the bed. She was a little embarrassed as she was naked and covered her face with her hands. While admiring the perfect body in front of me, I quickly took off my clothes, climbed on her body, kissed her lips passionately, and stroked and kneaded her breasts with one hand, passionately and excitedly. She put one hand around my waist and reached under my crotch with the other hand, grabbed my hard penis and stroked it up and down.

I spread her legs and pushed my penis into her vagina twice, but both times I missed the target. I hadn't practiced for a long time, so I couldn't aim accurately.

"Little fool." She cursed with a smile, grabbed my penis and pressed it against the hole, "Alright."

I applied a little force and my penis slowly entered her vagina. That feeling is so comfortable. My penis felt the temperature inside her body, it was hot.

"Uh..." She moaned as my penis entered her.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"I am," I lied to her.

"I don't believe it," she said.

"Why?" I asked her.

"Intuition, a woman's intuition." She added: "You are quite special. There must be a lot of girls who like you."

I smiled, didn't answer, and concentrated on my work. Her vagina was very tight and held my penis tightly. I thrust in and out quickly, and the fluid in her vagina increased, and gradually I could hear a "Puff...Puff..." sound.

“That’s a lot of water,” I said.

"Is it slippery?" she asked.

"Slippery. Very comfortable." I replied. The glans rubs against the inner wall of the vagina, bringing me infinite pleasure.

"Why aren't you moaning?" I had been fucking her for five or six minutes, but I didn't hear her moan.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Moaning." Oh my God, she must know that.

"How do you call me? Teach me," she said.

I lost my temper. "Do you scream when you have sex with your husband? You moan in comfort and can't control it," I asked.

She thought for a moment and said, "No."

Fortunately, I thought it was just my poor skills. I personally think that a woman's moans during sex are actually a very good encouragement to men. The happier the woman is, the louder her screams, and the harder the man will work, because his efforts are rewarded and he and the woman enjoy the pleasure of sex together.

After doing it for more than ten minutes, I felt a little tired and gradually slowed down the pace of thrusting.

"You don't have to thrust fast to feel pleasure. Slow is also good," she said. "I feel that slow is better than fast."

Okay then, I'll fuck you slowly. I thrust slowly in and out, each time completely inserting the penis into her, and when I pulled out I exposed the glans. My toe bones hit her clitoris with each thrust. After only thirty or forty strokes, she suddenly moaned with pleasure, her body stiffened, her legs straightened, and she clamped my body tightly. Her hips involuntarily pushed up and pressed heavily against my toes. Her ten fingers grabbed my back tightly and pressed my body tightly against her breasts. I felt her vagina contracting, sucking my penis tightly, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from inside her vagina. She had an orgasm.

"Honey, that's great." She hugged my head and kissed me on the cheek. Perhaps it was too pleasant, and after her mouth left my face, she let out a "tsk..." sound.

I said, "Why did you make that 'tsk' sound only after your mouth left my face?"

"Really?" She obviously didn't notice and then laughed. She thought it was very funny. "This is my special case. I only kiss you like this, not my husband. In the future, even if you have a girlfriend, you are not allowed to kiss me like this!"

Women are women, and sometimes they always seem particularly childish.

I reached out to hold her butt, trying to straighten her out, but instead I felt a slippery and sticky liquid, which turned out to be the love fluid secreted by her body.

"There's so much, the sheets must be wet," I said.

"Hate it!" She was a little embarrassed, "I'm so tired, and you're still teasing me."

"Why are you tired?" I said unconvincedly, "I'm the one exercising all the time, you just lie down here, don't have to do anything, just enjoy yourself."

"What? I have to exert more force down there, otherwise why would it be so tight?" she said.

"Really? Then try to relax," I said.

She relaxed her body, and suddenly, the force that was tightly gripping my penis disappeared. The difference before and after was so huge that I finally believed what she said. She had been exerting force all along, and her vaginal muscles were very strong.

I suddenly thought of something. In a pornographic novel, it was written that a woman's vagina could move, and it was called a live vagina.

I said to her, "Can you move? Push down like you're giving birth to a baby."

"is that so?"

I felt that there was really a force in her vagina, accumulating from the inside out. Little by little, starting from the glans to the base of the penis, it is very obvious and very comfortable. I couldn't help but yell, "Very good, keep going. My cock is almost squeezed out."

She was also very happy, and flirted even harder, saying, "Get out, get out!"

Really, I really wanted to lie on her like this for the rest of my life and enjoy the pleasure she brought me.

"Let me serve you." She turned over and sat me under her. She straightened my penis with her hand and sat down. Her warm and slippery vagina stroked my penis up and down, which was more comfortable than when I took the initiative just now.

Her hands were on my ears, and her pair of beautiful breasts were just above my face, swaying in front of my eyes. I would be willing to look at such a beautiful sight even for the rest of my life. I can caress her breasts at will, or raise my head slightly and let her breasts hit my face.

After five or six minutes, she suddenly lay on top of me and said, "I'm tired, why don't you ejaculate yet?"

I said, "It's only been a few minutes, less than half an hour."

"My husband only lasted five or six minutes each time. Later, when we did it more often, it only lasted more than ten minutes," she said.

"Then can you have an orgasm?" I asked.

"Yes, medically speaking, sex lasting about fifteen minutes is the healthiest for both men and women," she said. "Fifteen minutes is enough."

Women are really different. Some like it fast, some like it slow. Some like to moan, while some are silent. Someone once said that having sex with a hundred women will give you a hundred different feelings.

"Have you ever had an orgasm? It's such an ecstatic feeling," she said.

"Of course I can. Ejaculation is an ecstatic feeling."

I asked her to lie on the bed, spread her legs, and entered her body from behind. She also cooperated by sticking her butt up, giving me the best angle to enter. The wrinkles at the front of her vagina rubbed directly against the corona of my glans, which was extremely stimulating. Every impact of my body was enough to stir up waves in her buttocks. After more than ten minutes, I felt that my climax was coming, and my penis swelled as if it was about to burst...

"I'm coming!" I shouted loudly.

"Come on, let's do it together!" She obviously felt my penis contracting violently, and a stream of semen spurted out.

"Ah..." Stimulated by the semen, she also reached orgasm.

After a burst of pleasure, I suddenly felt very tired and lay on her back.

She tilted her head and said to me, "Honey, you are awesome!"

I smiled and didn't say anything. The pleasure brought to me by the orgasm had not yet completely ended. My penis was jumping in her vagina and slowly softened. Suddenly her vagina moved, and I felt my penis was about to be squeezed out. I quickly pushed it back and said, "No, it's about to fall out."

She giggled and said, "I am being naughty."

She tore some toilet paper and put it on her vagina. I pulled out my penis and she quickly blocked it. She sat on the bed and said, "I have to squeeze out all the semen." After a while, she looked at the paper in her hand and said, "There's a lot!" She sniffed it and said, "It smells fishy, ​​like fresh semen."

After we cleaned up, we lay together in each other's arms.

I asked her, "Why do you like me?"

"Because you're a very nice guy. Very handsome!" she said.