My Sex Story with Mrs. Liu (Urban Life Adult Novel)

My Sex Story with Mrs. Liu

When I woke up in the morning, I washed my face and said to my wife, "Honey, the couple downstairs had another fight last night, but you slept like a dead pig. You didn't know anything."

The wife said calmly: "I'm used to hearing them all the time. They quarrel over trivial matters all day long. But it's no wonder. I heard that her husband is just a civil servant. The house was bought by his wife. His wife is the only daughter of a big businessman, so she always speaks louder than her husband."

I said in surprise: "Wow, I didn't expect you to know so much about their family.

The wife said: "It's just what they shout when they quarrel. The husbands are all good-looking, tall and strong, but the wives are old-fashioned and don't even have a single fashionable piece of clothing."

I smiled and said, "You know whether she has clothes or not. I really admire you."

The wife glanced at me and said, "We happened to live on the floor above them, so of course we saw the clothes they took out, but his wife is so old-fashioned that we probably expected her to not have any good clothes."

I was about to leave with my briefcase when I turned around and said, "We've been living here for almost four years, but I've never seen them in the elevator."

The wife smiled and said, "You guys are so capable. They live on the 19th floor and took the odd-numbered elevator. How did you run into them?"

"Oh, no wonder. Why didn't I think of this? When I go to work later, I will go down one floor and take the elevator to see what they look like." I said to myself. My wife didn't seem to hear me. She just focused on tidying the bed and didn't say anything else.

After I went out the door, I actually walked down one floor via the stairs. When I reached the smoke-proof door, I heard the sound of someone opening the iron gate of the building below us. So I stopped at the stairs to listen for any movement.

"Stupid man. I said a few words to him last night and he walked out early this morning. If you have the guts, don't come back. I'm afraid I'll starve to death without you. I can't even go out and work to earn money by myself."

I heard a woman's voice talking to herself through the smoke-proof door. Her voice was very nice, although rough, but not harsh. So I pushed open the smoke-proof door, walked into the corridor, and glanced at the woman. Although the man was in his thirties, he looked quite coquettish. He wore a tight shirt, black trousers, and an ancient-style wool sweater on the outside.

As soon as she and I entered the elevator, I stood behind her. From what I saw just now, she looked okay. I thought to myself: My wife says she is old-fashioned, but her figure is okay. Her butt is big and round, and she looks like a fighter. They often quarrel. Could it be that her husband doesn’t feed her enough?

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the elevator falling into the ground. It was not until she walked out, suddenly turned around, and met my gaze, and seemed to smile secretly, that I woke up from my dream, hurriedly walked out of the elevator, and went to work.

After work, my wife told me that she was going back to the countryside. She bought a lot of instant noodles and canned food and asked me to take care of the meal myself.

"Wow, I have to eat and have sex. How long will you be gone?" I said with a bitter face.

"Are you in good shape? Why are you so busy? You only fire once a week. I wonder if you were firing outside and you have no goods to deliver when you come back. Seriously, I'm taking the boat early tomorrow morning. You set the alarm and blame me for being late." The wife said as she packed her luggage.

There was no conversation all night. I woke up early in the morning. It was already eight o'clock. I hurriedly changed my clothes and went to work. But when I walked to the elevator entrance, I saw a sign that said "Under Repair". So I rushed down to the next floor. While I was buttoning my shirt, the woman on the 19th floor just walked out of the door. Our eyes met and the other party even nodded and greeted me.

I started the conversation first and said to her with a smile: "The elevator upstairs is broken."

The other party just smiled and didn't say anything.

After work, I didn’t want to cook, so I ate outside before coming back. But when I entered the house, I heard the sound of quarreling downstairs again, so I didn't turn on the light, but quietly opened the window to take a look. I saw the woman in pajamas, with the buttons unbuttoned, as if they had been torn off, and she was just holding them up with her hands. However, I couldn't see the man, because I didn't dare to open the window too much, so I couldn't see clearly. However, later on, I heard a door closing loudly.

After a while, I saw the woman go into the kitchen and get a kitchen knife. I wanted to scream, but after thinking it over, I didn't dare to say anything. In a moment of desperation, he threw a pair of underwear onto the clothes hanger downstairs, then hurried downstairs and rang the doorbell.

"You damn bastard, here he comes again." The woman downstairs thought her husband had come back again, and she answered the door while shouting.

I waited for the other person to open the door, then smiled and said politely, "I'm sorry, I live on the floor above you, and I accidentally dropped a pair of underwear on your hanger when I was collecting clothes just now, and I wanted you to let me pick it up."

"Oh, it's you. It's okay, come in." The other person opened the door and let me in.

"I'm sorry to bother you," I said as I walked into the room, secretly glancing at her. She was still in disarray, with the buttons of her open-chested nightgown unbuttoned. A deep cleavage was visible between her two snow-white balls of flesh, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Sorry to bother you. I don't know what to call you." I asked while opening the window and retrieving my underwear.

"My husband's surname is Liu," the other party said politely.

"My last name is Zhang. I think I heard you guys arguing a little bit just now. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just that everyone upstairs and downstairs was talking so loudly that I could hear it."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. This dead man doesn't give me money, but he always asks me for money. He always comes back late at night, which is really infuriating. But he should not be too outrageous. If he can do it, I can do it too..." Mrs. Liu got excited and seemed to suddenly remember that she and I had only met a few times, so she stopped talking.

"Just now I saw you pick up a kitchen knife, and I thought..." I said boldly.

"Oh, I just chopped up a chicken and put it in the refrigerator. You said you had prepared the meal, and then he said he had some social engagements outside. Hum, I think he must be having sex with a woman." Mrs. Liu said excitedly again.

"Most men are like this. You might as well think positively. I have to go now. Sorry to bother you."

"What are you talking about? You have time. It's okay to sit a little longer." I was about to walk out the door, but Mrs. Liu tried to keep me. I suddenly turned around and accidentally bumped into Mrs. Liu behind me. She almost fell down, and I quickly supported her body. Our eyes met, and suddenly everything in the room stopped. We both felt an impulse at the same time, and we hugged each other and kissed passionately.