Crazy sex with my neighbor's wife (Transformation series adult novel)

She is my neighbor's wife. She is several years older than me. Although our family and our neighbors don't have much contact, I have liked her since high school. Maybe it's because she is really beautiful, or maybe it's because I often hear moans coming from their house in the middle of the night.

I always thought she was just a fantasy, but here she is, walking into my life.

She was indeed a beautiful woman, and although she was already thirty-three, she exuded an allure that made me want to bite her.

Usually I would just say hello to her when I met her, and although I would have a lot of fantasies afterwards, this situation continued until I graduated from college.

I work in an investment company and often don't get off work until around seven or eight in the evening, so I often order an omelette rice for dinner at a Japanese restaurant near my company.

Of course, this restaurant is also the place where I often bring my netizens to eat. Here, I can’t remember how many sweet words I have said. I have a special feeling for this restaurant.

But last Tuesday, the night before the long APEC traffic control holiday, I actually met her here. Her curly hair and her body were so charming here.

For a moment, I actually forgot to say hello to her!

She also saw me and walked towards me with the smile that had mesmerized me for six years.

She came to buy clothes. We ate and chatted, and she kept asking me if the clothes looked good, because she said that women's clothes are always worn for men to see. To be honest, I don't know if her clothes look good or not, because they are very revealing and there is only a little bit of fabric. I can even see her red nipples in her bra when she lowers her head to eat. Although it is not very clear, and although I don't dare to look at someone so familiar like that, it does stimulate my yearning for her. It’s also strange that a woman in her thirties still has red nipples!

My thing down there is hard!

We talked so much for the first time. I say we talked so much because it was the first time we talked so much about things other than daily life. I found that her preferences were not much different from those of people our age. She also liked to go dancing after work, but I liked to go to "True Love" and she liked to go to "Roger"

I made a joke at the time and said, let's go dancing today, your husband won't care about you. She actually said okay and said let's go tonight because her husband went to Hong Kong and wouldn't be back for a week. He just left today. She had just sent her husband to the airport and came to Huaihai Road to buy clothes.

We sat in the Xintiandi open-air bar until half past ten, and she said she wanted to go to "True Love" to have a look. It was already half past eleven when we got there.

It was the busiest time of the day and it was very crowded. I told her to have a drink first and she said beer. Actually I don't drink, but if she said beer, it would be a bit unreasonable for me not to drink, so we ordered four bottles.

I could already feel my face turning red because it was so hot. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer and wanted to dance too. She said she couldn't stand it, no matter how many people there were. So she pulled me in. It was the first time she held my hand and I touched her arm, which was so soft and warm. I am very lusty.

To be honest, I like this place called "True Love" because the women here are really beautiful. For a long time, I came here to see women. Her outfit today actually really suits the atmosphere here; it’s tight, low-cut, and makes her look plump, but she is a very plump woman.

She started to dance head shaking in front of me, with her eyes closed, swinging her long hair rhythmically. I was very surprised that someone of her age would like to dance the head-shaking dance. I always thought it was the exclusive domain of lively young girls. I was even more surprised that when she shook her head, her breasts swayed more rhythmically than her hair. I took a step closer to her. I don't know why, but maybe I wanted to touch that extremely tempting thing of hers by accident.

She was dancing really crazily, almost to the point of being crazy. I also dance like this sometimes, but I can only dance for five minutes at most. I really can't stand the dizzy feeling. But she danced for one and a half seconds, and suddenly laughed and hugged me. I was really scared by her. She laughed crazily and said that she couldn't dance anymore and asked me to support her for a while. I hugged her, feeling a little flattered. It's not that I haven't hugged a woman before, but she is really special to me. It's not that I love her, but it's another feeling. When I was in high school, I even felt that she was my elder. But today, in such an occasion, I can hug her so fully. Her scent makes me dizzy. My shoulder fully presses against her left breast, and I feel a large soft area. It feels warm and I really want to bite it, but she is my neighbor, not my little sister on the Internet!

So I held her and found a seat at the bar.

She leaned on my shoulder for a while and felt sober. Then she laughed at me for being so young and not as good as her, and ordered two more bottles of JAZZ, saying that she was thirsty. Maybe it was because I thought too much about her sexual fantasies, I didn’t know what to say for a moment! I happened to see a girl in her early twenties with a CLAASS1 figure bargaining with a foreigner. One of them said she wanted two thousand, and the other who thought she was an expert on China said fifteen hundred at most. They spoke very loudly. Perhaps the girl thought that since they were speaking English, other Chinese people would hardly understand her, while the other one thought that if her companions could hear it, it would prove that she was an expert on China.

I couldn't help but laugh at those two guys in front of her, saying that a chicken is a chicken, no matter how beautiful or high-class she is, she is still a chicken. She smiled and said yes, saying that you men like it. As long as you have two thousand yuan, you can play with this girl who most men can only take a second look at when walking on the street. I said that no matter how lustful I am, I will never touch a prostitute. It’s not that she is dirty or cheap, but that I will look down on myself. I don’t believe I will fall to the point where I have to find a prostitute when I want a woman. She actually thought what I said was very thoughtful and asked me what I would do if I wanted women. Maybe it was because we had a few drinks that my neighbor and I were actually talking about this topic. I told her that if I wanted a woman, I would have a one-night stand instead of looking for a prostitute. I don't know if she had some realization or felt that it was not appropriate to discuss this topic with the neighbor boy. She was stunned for a moment and didn't go deeper into the topic.

So we squeezed into the crowd and started dancing again.

The music was very good, it was one of my favorites, and I was dancing very excitedly. Maybe she didn't dance this kind of dance very often, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm. I don't know where the impulse came from, but I hugged her and put my hands on her butt. My chest was against hers, and I led her to dance this very slow and heavy dance. I saw a hint of surprise in her eyes that made me retreat, but she immediately responded to it, so I stuck closer to her and danced more rhythmically. I could see that she was dancing very passionately, because she put her hands on my butt, and later I even felt our lower abdomen rubbing, her fingers kneading my butt gently to the rhythm, and my lower abdomen was on fire!

At half past one, we decided to go home, but I could clearly feel that the atmosphere between us was different from when we first arrived here, because she spoke much less since we finished that dance. I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. We hailed a taxi at the door, and the driver enthusiastically introduced the hotel to us. I was not surprised by the enthusiasm of the drivers here, but after all, they were saying this to me and my neighbor, so I couldn't help feeling a little awkward. I said we were going to Guangling Road, Hongkou, and then I kept silent. She didn't say anything either, and we didn't talk much along the way. I felt that the atmosphere was not very good. When we were almost home, I asked the driver to stop, I paid the fare, and told her that I felt a bit stuffy inside and wanted to get some fresh air. She smiled and nodded. In fact, she also knew that it would not be good to be seen by acquaintances.

When I reached the door of her house, the light was on. It was that lovely orange wall lamp in her house. I thought the light was very attractive. I started to fantasize again. But what can I do?

I opened the door and entered the living room quietly, afraid to wake up my parents. I turned on the wall lamp and found a note on the dining table. It was from my parents. They said they were going to Huangshan for a long vacation.

Come to think of it, my parents are really like children, with childish temperament, love to play, and like to make impromptu decisions.

I wonder what I should do these days.

After taking a morning shower, I turned on the TV. The cable channel was playing "The Bridges of Madison County". The hero and heroine were kissing in the kitchen and then fell on the bed. I have seen this TV show and read the book. I always thought it was boring because it had nothing to do with my life, but I was actually very excited after watching it, even more excited than when I secretly watched porn. I not only pulled down my pants to look at my unconscious brother, but also saw it standing upright, red and defiant.

I heard the sound of her putting on slippers next door again. I felt very uncomfortable and suddenly had the idea of ​​calling her to talk to her.

I stared at the phone for a long time. I felt that today was already ridiculous. I really couldn't muster the courage to pick up the phone. The old couple on TV were still kissing and seemed very devoted. The sound of her slippers could be vaguely heard. The light was dim and the guy in my crotch still looked angry.

I dialed her home number as usual, because I always feel that if a man wants to do something, he should do it immediately. Thinking too much about it will only lead to bad results. When she received my call, she was not surprised, but just asked me why I was not asleep yet. I said I had just developed the photos and felt very clear-headed. I asked her why she wasn't sleeping yet, and she said she felt a little hungry and was making something to eat. I replied that I was starving too, and said that my parents were not at home today and there was nothing to eat at home. She said she wanted to come to my house for food, but after saying that she seemed to think she had said something wrong. I was also stunned for a moment and said okay.

I was really hungry. I had an omelette rice at seven o'clock, and there was no way I could jump and dance until two o'clock in the morning.

Her house was just opposite, so I just put on a pair of trousers and went over. When I walked out of my house, I always felt that something might happen tonight. She opened the door with a smile, and I slipped in like a thief. Even when I was in her house, I spoke a few decibels lower than normal for fear of being heard by anyone. In fact, there were only two of us on this floor tonight. It wasn't the first time I went to her house. She also had a golden retriever. I hated that thing, but the dog was actually very nice to me. Every time I came back, if it saw me, it would wag its tail in the door frame to greet me. It was happier to see me than her husband. Sometimes it would even jump out and lick my feet. But I hated dogs, so every time this happened, I would kick it away. The dog was probably tired today, and was lying on the ground sleeping with his eyes half open.

She smiled and asked me to sit for a while, saying it would be ready soon. She asked me if I liked to eat this or that, while she was doing it with her back to me. I sat behind her and looked at her admiringly. She had just finished taking a shower and her hair was wet and shiny, looking very beautiful, and it also exuded a mixed scent of Sassoon and her flesh. She was wearing a large, loose men's sweatshirt, which looked very casual. She was probably going to wear it to sleep. She was wearing a white gauze skirt underneath that just revealed a part of her thigh, and the rest of her thigh could be seen inside, but her panties were not visible because they were covered by the edge of her large sweatshirt. This gave me the urge to lift up her sweatshirt. Her legs were very nice, white, and her calves were very plump, which I thought should be very elastic. You could vaguely see the traces of thigh muscles on her thighs, but they were not very obvious. She was wearing the recently popular slippers with heels that could be worn on the upper. I used to hate women wearing such shoes because I thought they were for lazy women, but she looked very good in them because her feet were very white and the heels of the slippers were quite high. Her beautiful feet stood out in front of me. When she walked, her heels and the shoe uppers moved together, and I was actually very excited about her feet. I really wanted to stuff my thing under her feet and let her step on it like this. Thinking of this, my thin pants swelled up.

When she turned around, I realized this, which made me a little embarrassed. It reminded me of when I was in junior high school and playing in the water park, I saw many girls in swimsuits who could only squat in the water and dared not come out.

Fortunately, I was sitting, so if I didn't pay attention I wouldn't be able to see anything unusual there. She fried me some pumpkin pancakes and gave me some cereal with milk. She only ate some apples. I asked her how she could eat apples when she was hungry. She said she was used to it. She couldn't eat much at night, but she was really hungry today.

I asked her how her day was and she said she had a lot of fun and would go again sometime. As she spoke, she turned on the TV, which was still showing the movie "Affair". She said she really liked watching this movie and had watched it many times. She thought the woman was very happy. Maybe if she followed the person taking the photo, she wouldn't feel any pain. I said why? She said that once a woman had that week, she would always have that week in her heart for the rest of her life and could think of it happily at any time. If she followed that camera-shy old man, do you think she would be as happy all her life as she was during the week they were together? I find her idea very strange. Maybe the brain structure of women is different from that of men.

As I watched her speak, I felt that there was something strange in her eyes. I felt that she was not speaking out of inspiration at the time, but that these words had been in her heart for a long time. I clearly saw desire in her strange eyes. Of course, her desire might not be for me at all. Because I don't think I can be as charming as that old man on TV. Perhaps encouraged by her eyes, I was no longer embarrassed about my bulging lower body, and I actually had an urge to show it. I stood up and pretended to wash my hands that were greasy from eating pumpkin pie. I saw her slightly surprised look, because my little brother was bravely pressing against my crotch. The light in her kitchen was dim because she turned off the main lights after making pumpkin pie. The dim light made me feel comfortable and I felt I could hide a lot of things. I was washing my hands but there was no soap, so I asked her for soap.

She bent down to get me some "Safeguard" from the cabinet under the sink. Maybe she ran out of soap, so she kept bending over and unpacking the big package of "Safeguard". Her head was very close to my little tent, her hair and body exuded a mixed and seductive scent. The collar of her sweatshirt was also very wide, her neck was pink, her earlobes were red, and she had a deep cleavage. Her black lace bra just covered her two red nipples. Her plump buttocks were raised, and her thighs were stretched tight and elastic in this posture. I felt I couldn't help it, I gently shook my body, and intentionally or unintentionally touched her hair with my thing that was in the front. The first time, she didn't care, she was about to open the bag of soap. The second and third time I touched her, she stopped and slowly raised her head. In fact, I think I should have been scared at that time, but I wasn't. I looked at her straight with my eyes, and my body kept shaking. Several netizens said that my eyes could emit electric discharges while we were eating in the restaurant. I didn't know it myself, but I think my eyes might have really emitted electric discharges at that time, because I felt that her eyes gradually became blurred. I went up to hug her and began to kiss the roots of her hair with my lips!

I placed my hands on her chest, my lips touched her hair, and I sucked her rosy earlobe. I thought she would resist, but she didn't. She just tried to push my hands away with her hands, but she ended up pressing my hands even harder on her breasts. My hands were sunk into them, because her breasts were indeed big. I touched the nipple and began to rub it with my palm, retracting and releasing my fingers, trying to feel its softness. A giggle came from her throat, and she hugged me tighter, so tight that I could hardly keep my hands on her chest. I pulled my hands out and lifted up the loose sweatshirt that had been making my heart beat, and walked all the way up along her back. Her back was smooth and had a lot of texture, just like the finest Yixing purple clay, only warmer and softer. I began to kiss her neck. Her snow-white skin smelled of milk. The skin on her neck was so soft that I could lick it, suck it in my mouth, and taste it slowly with my tongue.

Her arms were moving around in front of my chest. I didn't know what she was trying to do, like she was struggling, like she wanted to hug me. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, leaving me plenty of space to kiss her neck, but her hands did hinder my movements. I pulled my arms out of her shirt and hugged her tightly. At the same time, my lips became more crazy, and a desire to conquer burned in my body. Her arms were fixed straight on my chest, with her hands crossed on my crotch. I bit her left nipple through her clothes. It felt hard but not clear. But she had begun to moan, and I felt her movements. Her hand began to try to hold my penis through my pants, but she couldn't because her pants were too slippery. This made me thrust slightly. Maybe because of this stimulation, she began to kiss my ears with her mouth and put her hot tongue into my ear hole, and I felt a soft sensation.

Because of the hindrance of our clothes, we all became more excited and started to go crazy.

Her room was next to the kitchen, and the dog was still squatting at the door. I wanted to pick her up horizontally, but she was nearly 170cm tall and very plump, so I was afraid I couldn't hold her. I let go of her and she withdrew her hand. I found that the zipper on my crotch had been opened by her without me noticing. I took her hand and motioned her to go to the bed. She was very obedient. I had never been to their room before, and usually I just looked inside from their living room. Today, I wanted to be like a master, so I took her hand, sat down beside her bed, leaned over and kissed her lips. Her lips were very thick, and she offered her tongue very responsively. I didn't dare suck very hard, for fear of hurting her, so I just circled around her tongue and sucked the saliva that flowed from under her tongue. The bottom of her tongue was soft, and it was the warmest place in her mouth. I couldn't help but lick it a few more times. I wrapped her tongue with my tongue. She was probably very comfortable, and began to play with my little brother down there. This made all the nerves in my little brother burst out, and I started to take off her clothes.

Her clothes were easy to take off, her skirt was easy to put on, her body was really white, even a little red, she was really a well-maintained woman, I even felt a little jealous, human nature is really complicated, I watched "Paradise Lost" before, they chose death at the climax, the happiest and the most painful were so closely related, just like when I saw such an impeccable body, what I thought of was destruction and devastation, of course this is just a feeling. When I was taking off her clothes, she had already taken off half of my outer pants. I stood up and took off my T-shirt, and saw that she was smiling at me. I didn't know what she meant by this smile, maybe she was laughing at herself. I smiled too and took off half of my pants. She turned over, unhooked her bra with her backhand, curled up her legs and pulled down her red panties, but didn't turn around. Maybe she was embarrassed. It was as if she was waiting for me to pounce on her. I suddenly felt unhappy and pounced on her immediately. I thought this feeling was wonderful. I knew that in a few minutes, the voice that I had heard for many years would be heard on their bed again, but with a different male protagonist; she curled up her legs with her back to me, her snow-white buttocks waiting for me like a cute face; the gray-black slit in the middle of her buttocks led to the other side that I couldn't see; the silly dog ​​at the door of the room opened his eyes wide and looked at us with his tongue sticking out. All of this made me feel very excited, but I wanted to enjoy this excitement slowly. I began to rub my feet back and forth on her snow-white and tender soles and ankles.

She really liked this teasing, giggling and responding with her two feet, trying to clamp my feet. In the end, I was actually trapped by her. I could have struggled free, but I didn't want to. I leaned my body against her and pressed my chest against her back. She began to tremble slightly. I put my hands around her and kneaded her large breasts, and my fingers gently flicked her nipples. It felt real. She obviously felt very comfortable, because she began to moan softly. My Australian red sausage was dragged back and forth on her buttocks, and occasionally when it hit that crack, she would always moan heavily. Her hands held my hands, and we rubbed her breasts together. My movements became more and more vigorous, my chest, my belly, I wanted to rub every inch of my skin against her. My little brother had begun to twitch aimlessly in that crack, and her screams were getting louder and louder. I felt the meridians all over my body begin to sore and swell up, trying to find a feeling of release.

She couldn't help but start twisting her body. I could tell that she wanted to increase the friction on her butt, which gave me a stronger impact. She screamed and finally couldn't help turning over, hugging me tightly. It was very comfortable to lie on her breasts. Maybe I shouldn't use the word comfortable to express it. They were warm, and I could see the shape of them after being squeezed. I didn't kiss her mouth, but bit her nipple directly, held it in my mouth, and rolled it with my tongue. My mouth really wanted to swallow her entire breast in one bite, but it was in vain. Knowing it was impossible, I still tried to open my mouth again and again to contain it, which made her start to twitch in pain. She hugged my head tightly, trying to push it away. After pushing it halfway, she pressed my head into her warm chest again. She began to rub my ear with her other breast, and I think she enjoyed it. My hand slid to her belly and gently scratched her belly button. She was at a loss and used the inside of her snow-white and soft thighs, like the piece of meat under the belly of a fish, to clamp my red steel rod hard.

We both started twisting, and it became more and more rhythmic. My thing was actually already very wet, but it was all over her thighs. She began to reach down and touch the big package under my thing. She felt it was very soft and rubbed it there, but I was afraid that she would break the two cherry balls inside in excitement. But it felt really good, as if when the steel rod rushed forward, it felt like there was a foundation from behind. My hand groped to her bottom, it was really a wet ravine, very hot, hotter than any other place on her body. I pinched a piece of her labia with my fingers, it was slippery and warm, and twisted it carefully between my fingers, which made her whole buttocks twist constantly. I was also very excited, as if I had learned how to use a little force to move a large object. After doing this for a while, I put my fingers in, it felt very tender and smooth, I kept scratching upwards, afraid to hurt her with my nails, it was very hot inside, I actually thought of the warm quilt in winter. She didn't do anything but moan continuously and rhythmically. Indeed, there was nothing she could do but enjoy herself.

My fingers kept moving upwards and touched a hard object. Her moans were so loud that I was scared. It was probably her uterus. She was really stimulated. She stopped kneading the big bag under my little brother and held my steel rod tightly, moving it up and down vigorously. When she did this to me, even I couldn't help but scream out. Looking back, I saw that the veins there were bulging, and it was being ravaged by her palms. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and moved my body upwards, placing the steel cannon at the entrance of her labia, which was glowing red due to its wetness. I began to thrust inside, and with every thrust, there was always a tingling sensation on the glans. She grabbed it and stuffed it into her, saying "go in, go in" incoherently. My thing got really hard, so hard that it started to bend upwards. I think I'm going in.

I originally wanted to thrust all the way in. I think any man would do the same at this time. However, I was held up by her pelvis and did not feel the bottom. The bones under my lower abdomen were actually hurting slightly. She was a little surprised because I slowed down because of the pain. She seemed to feel very embarrassed and opened her eyes and asked me to sit on her instead. I am very happy to accept this position. I privately think it is the most classic sex position, of course only for men. She climbed over my lower abdomen with her hair disheveled, put her hands around her back, stuck her butt out, picked up my thing, and slowly moved it to the hole, saying, "Come on." My thrust and her release of her butt were almost simultaneous. She and I screamed at the same time, and my glans hit her uterus hard. At that time, I heard the stupid dog running away, perhaps it was scared by my and her screams.

I started thrusting, and each time I hit her hard uterine wall, for me, the most exciting thing was this collision, not the expected friction from inside, because she was too slippery inside and the friction was too small. The up and down movement of her buttocks coordinated with my thrusting, and gradually I had a sense of rhythm. I think it would be even more interesting if there was some high music at this time. I admired her, her long, messy hair hanging in front of her chest, her full breasts swaying rhythmically with her buttocks. I couldn't help but reach out and hold them, savoring them carefully. Her waist and hips showed sexy and perfect curves under the light, and her snow-white skin oozed many tiny beads of sweat because of excitement. My lower abdomen was constantly moving, and I was very excited because there was a part of me inside it.
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