I gripped her waist with both hands, thrusting gently and slowly, joking and laughing with her as I fucked her. She lay there earnestly, letting me rape her as I pleased. This kind of woman is truly wonderful!

　　 “Ah…your…baby…is still…so…amazing…making me…feel so good…when I…go home…my husband…even…asked me…why…I’ve been…more…relaxed…lately…”

　　 “So how did you answer?”

　　 “How…how…to answer…what people say…of course it’s…that…my…darling…good husband…played with me until I was loose…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…you…deliberately…teasing me…I really…was…played with…by…my…darling…good husband…ah…but…my…good husband is you…ah…oh…oh…”

　　 “Does it feel good when I do it to you like this?”

　　 “As long as… it’s you… playing with me… I… feel… comfortable…”

　　 “I’m not just playing with you, I’m fucking you, I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to rape you! Do you understand?”

　　 “I…know…ah…ahh …

　　 At that moment, I suddenly had the idea to try something different. I inserted my penis deep into her body and said, “How about we play a rape game?”

　　 “Rape?!” Her voice trembled slightly as she turned to look at me.

　　 “It’s not real rape, but I’m going to tie you up and rape you, it sounds like a lot of fun!” I became more and more excited, my eyes gleaming with a beastly light.

　　 She hesitated slightly, but nodded in agreement: “As long as I don’t have any scars, it will be easier to cover them up.”

　　 Then I found a rope, and together we went into their bedroom. I tied her hands to a horizontal bar at the head of the bed. This bed was usually their battleground for lovemaking, but today I took her husband’s place, fucking her until she was exhausted. With her hands tied, I lifted her legs, leaving her suspended in the air as I fucked her. The pain in her hands combined with the pleasure of being fucked made her moan and cry out in pleasure.

　　 “Ah…ah…it hurts…my hand hurts so much…Xiaowei…you…don’t be so rough…don’t stop…do it to me…faster…ah…oh my god…how could this happen…ah…ah…oh~~have mercy on me…ah…I’m going to…die…ah…faster…don’t go so fast…faster…I don’t care anymore…faster…play me to death…ah…ah~~ah~~ah~~ah~~ah…I…I’m going to die…” After a scream, she fainted.

　　 At this point, I untied her hands and laid her on the bed. While she was unconscious, I needed to think of other tricks. Suddenly, I had an idea: tie her left hand and left foot together, and her right hand and right foot together, turning her into a shrimp. But I tied her legs together with a stick, preventing her from closing them.

　　 Then I saw that she had woken up. She saw that she was tied up like this, with her legs spread wide apart, almost in a straight line, and her vulva spread wide open to the left and right, clearly revealing her wet vagina. She was so ashamed that she wanted to break free, but when she moved her body, it caused the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina to contract and writhe, as if she needed my penis to go in even more urgently.

　　 I easily thrust into her wide-open vagina, then began to thrust and pump. While I was manipulating her vagina, I was also playing with her breasts. She quickly became aroused again, but this time her pain was even greater. Her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure, which made me ejaculate inside her vagina very quickly.

　　 Then I untied her, and we both lay on the bed to rest for a while. Next, I suggested we go to the bathroom to play some more, and she nodded in agreement. However, since she could barely move her limbs, I had to carry her there. I filled the tub with bathwater; the warm water was quite comfortable in this weather, and then we both soaked in it.

　　 We cuddled together in the bathtub. I kissed her shoulder and fondled her breasts with both hands, and soon my penis became hard again. I made her lie on the bathroom floor, then I grabbed her legs and made her half-lying upside down. Then I inserted my penis vertically into her vagina at almost a ninety-degree angle and began to thrust quickly and intensely.

　　 Because of this position, I couldn’t thrust in and out freely, so I had to insert deeply, and then each thrust would hit her uterus, making her feel a dense impact. She quickly became aroused again.

　　 “Ah…so good…so comfortable…Xiao Wei…you…are making me…almost…die…ah…God…how can it…be so beautiful…ah…oh…ah…oh…”

　　 “So good… I… feel so good… ah… ah… oh… ah… ah… ah… oh… oh… so good… I… feel so good… oh… ah… ah…”

　　 “Spare me… ah… I’m going to… die of lust… ah… good brother… you… are touching… my uterus… I… am… about to… be… played to death by… you… ah… ah…”

　　 Seeing her so slutty, I made her lie half-reclined on the ground, then lifted one of her legs and fucked her from the side. This position allowed my penis to penetrate her more deeply, giving her a stronger pleasure.

　　 “So good… I… so… so good… ah… oh… ah… ah… ah… oh… oh… so good… I feel so… good… oh… ah… ah… ah…”

　　 “Ah…so good…such a big cock…yes…that’s it…I’m going crazy…thrust it in hard…ah…so good…so comfortable…yes…fuck me to death…fuck me to death…kill me…okay…yes…yes…fuck me…fuck me…come on…yes…that’s it…ah…ah…so good…”

　　 “Ah…ah…so good…Brother Xiaowei…you’re…doing it…it feels so good…so amazing…ah…ah…ah…so good…harder…fuck me…fuck me to pieces…oh…oh…oh…oh…ah…oh…ah…ah…”

　　 We reached another climax together. In just two hours, I ejaculated inside her twice. I was feeling a bit tired, and she had climaxed five times, so she must have been even more exhausted than me! After we showered, we carried her back to the bedroom and fell asleep together…

　　 That day I brought her to orgasm eight times, and I ejaculated inside her three times! For the next two weeks, she went on a second honeymoon with her husband, and when they came back, she told me: she was pregnant! This means I can’t be with her for at least ten months.

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　　Chapter 45

　　 The bureau chief’s wife sighs in vain under the moon; I will become a shooting star to soothe your heart.

　　 This happened two years ago. Back then, I had just started learning about stocks, spending every day in front of the computer. Anyone who’s traded stocks knows that it can be quite boring, especially when you’ve invested all your money in a stock, only to see it fail to rise for several days. Selling it seems risky, but holding on means watching other stocks hit their daily limit up, some of which you were initially optimistic about. So, after investing all my money in a stock, I would simultaneously pray: “I hope the next few days won’t be boring.” However, things rarely go as planned.

　　 One day, I bought a stock with all my money. Stocks bought that day couldn’t be sold. Seeing that the market wasn’t showing any change, boredom began to creep in. Often at times like this, leaving the computer is impossible, so I usually kill time by playing online pool or cards. But this day, I had no interest in playing. Bored, I clicked into a chat room, intending to just observe. The chat room was filled with names like “Light Dance,” “Graceful Stem,” “One-Night Stand,” and “Telephone Passion.” Entering a boring chat room when bored isn’t exactly fun. Just as I was about to leave, a message appeared on the screen: “Let’s Chat Sincerely (Female).” —I think online chatting is about letting us take off our masks and have a real conversation. Since we don’t know each other online, why not be genuine? —So, I clicked on “Let’s Chat Sincerely (Female)” and said, “Hello…”

　　 She’s 31, from Hunan, and moved to Guangzhou with her husband after he left the military. She works as a deputy director in an office and has a seven-year-old son. Since our first chance encounter in a chat room, we’ve kept in touch via QQ. On QQ, she’s called “Xiaoyu,” and I’m called “Netfish.” Her work isn’t too demanding; her workplace provides her with a computer, so we can communicate anytime and talk about anything. When she achieves something at work, she’s the first to share her joy with me; when my stocks rise, we pray together for them to rise again tomorrow. Of course, there are also times of hardship. She often complains that her husband is always out socializing and rarely has a proper conversation, and that her son is mischievous and often doesn’t take her advice seriously. I, too, often worry about the Chinese capital market. When we’re happy, sharing our joy makes us even happier. When we’re down, we encourage each other until we both believe tomorrow will be better. Gradually, if one day the other doesn’t appear online, I start to miss them a little.

　　 And so, we communicated online for six months. During that time, I often wanted to meet her in person, but then I thought, since we were getting along so well, why not maintain the status quo? If we met and found that she wasn’t as good as I imagined, I might lose my initial enthusiasm. So, I decided it was better not to meet, after all, this online romance was hard-won.

　　 Later, I went to work for a decoration company. The boss was my classmate. He also liked to dabble in stocks, but he often didn’t have time. So, we started working together. When the market was open, I would keep an eye on the market for him. He also bought a laptop so that we could work anytime, anywhere when we were out socializing or running errands. After staring at the computer for so long, I also enjoyed moving around a bit.

　　 One day in May, my classmate’s company completed a renovation project at a new building. On the day of the inspection, my classmate specially hosted a banquet with over a dozen tables, inviting everyone from the client company. To avoid any appearance of extravagance, the venue was set up in the newly renovated building’s rooftop garden, and the meal was simply a buffet hot pot. As night fell, a bright moon slowly rose, a cool early summer breeze blew gently, and the newly planted flowers and plants emitted a fragrant aroma, creating a unique atmosphere. The ladies who arrived, the older ones, dressed elegantly and demurely, while the younger ones made the most of their youth, dressed in their finest attire. A lady sitting at the next table, facing me, caught my attention. She looked a bit like Tao Hong from the TV series “DA Shi”. She had long hair pulled back and wore a white, thin suit skirt with a matching white silk blouse underneath. She wore no makeup, just a light touch of lipstick. Wearing all white is not usually a good combination, as it can easily highlight skin imperfections. However, her skin was very white, smooth, and delicate. The white clothes made her look even more noble, elegant, and radiant.

　　 The banquet began, and of course, there was plenty of alcohol. My classmate pulled me along, and we went from the leaders’ table to the employees’ table, toasting each table. It turned out that this unit didn’t have a director yet; the deputy director was the head, and the woman in white was the director’s wife. This surprised me a bit. Usually, even if an official’s wife isn’t overbearing, she still exudes a sense of superiority, but I didn’t sense it at all from her words and actions. After a round of toasts, people started eating and drinking. But two tables remained the most lively: one was, of course, the director’s table, and the other was the director’s wife’s table. For the sake of their careers, subordinates generally wouldn’t miss an opportunity to impress their superiors. In such occasions, the thing to do to gain favor with the leaders was, of course, to toast them, including the director and his wife.

　　 The bureau chief’s wife seemed to be averse to alcohol; initially, she refused to drink at all, opting only for soda. However, she eventually succumbed to the enthusiasm of the crowd and began drinking small glasses of wine. After a few glasses, two rosy clouds rose on her fair face, her smile blossoming like a peach blossom, making her even more charming and alluring. One scene in particular remains unforgettable: after drinking, perhaps feeling a bit hot, she stood up as if to undress. The instant she pulled her suit jacket back, her breasts stood out prominently, the boundary between her breasts and bra clearly visible beneath the thin silk blouse.

　　 The banquet lasted for about two hours, and everyone was slightly tipsy and full. At this time, my classmate came over, handed me the car keys, and said, “After dinner, I’m going to sing karaoke and go to a sauna with the director and the others. It looks like tonight will last until tomorrow morning. I’ll ride in their car, and you can take the director’s wife home. You can drive the car home tonight.”

　　 The lady was clearly already quite drunk; after standing up and taking a few steps, she began to stagger. I sensed something was wrong. Tonight we had been drinking imported liquor, and usually, when you drink too much imported liquor, you’re not so bad while sitting, but once you stand up, the effects start to kick in, and the aftereffects get stronger and stronger. Fortunately, the corridor we were walking through had a row of flowers and trees blocking the view, and it wouldn’t be good for the director’s wife to appear drunk in front of her husband and subordinates. I quickly called over a female employee to help the lady, but the employee wasn’t much better off; the two of them were supporting each other, but it was hard to tell who was supporting whom. Luckily, the effects of the alcohol hadn’t fully taken hold yet, and after getting off the elevator and into the car, things went smoothly for the rest of the journey.

　　 I had originally planned to have her sit in the back seat, but she said she gets carsick easily and prefers the front. In the car, I suggested that if she’d had too much to drink, perhaps her female employee could accompany her home, but she kept shaking her head, her tongue a little slurred, saying, “I’m fine, no need to trouble yourself.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly: it seems women are the same; even when they’ve had too much to drink, they’ll say they’re fine. Perhaps worried about carsickness, she even rolled down the window. I felt bad telling her again that it’s not good to be out in the wind after drinking, so I asked for her address, thinking it best to get her home as soon as possible.

　　 She didn’t say another word the whole way. Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at her apartment building. It was a newly built residential complex; many houses were still under renovation, and very few had moved in. The car stopped, but she didn’t move. Was she asleep? So I opened my car door, intending to open hers and let her out. Just as the door opened, the interior light came on, revealing a picture of a beautiful woman drunk on the seat to my right: she was wearing a white suit jacket and leaning back…