YJ stories
Author Warning.
1.This is a work of fiction...so any names and places used in the story has no real relation or what so ever.
2.Ihis is a work of sexual elements and mostly fantasies..so safe sex is advisable.
3.This is a work for adults and people who cared and interested in subject matter of younger man relationship with older women...therefore if anyone felt violated please do not go any further. Underage is advisable not to continue if do anything happened is not a responsible
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Broken Marriage
Prologue
The buzzing streets of muslin old quarters were lit with yellow lanterns all above the street. Hawkers and store owners were shouting to attract customers to buy their products.
This was the old muslin night street in Xian City as the temperature of the city was chilling during the beginning of winter. The place was crowded with tourists from around the country as well as overseas to visit this iconic market which was once the starting point of the ancient silk road.
I continued to walk along the street to buy souvenirs, snacks and gifts. In a week, I will be headed back Malaysia to attend my sister wedding.
Then my phone rang.
"Hello...gor (brother in Cantonese). Where are you...?"
"I am buying stuff..."
"Great .... Don't forget to get me some jade jewelries, you know Xian is famous for it jade. I want modern style... also get some for mom and Lisa..."
"Heh... you know Lisa and I are going for separation..."
"Come on gor, it is only a year, beside she hasn't signed the divorce paper yet..."
I sighed and walked to a corner of the street where it was less crowded.
"That is what mom and dad want... a daughter-in-law of their choice. I don't think it works... see how it turn out.."
"Gor... three of us grew up together and you agreed to the marriage. Anyway enough with that... can you just enjoy coming back for my wedding...okay?"
"Alright... alright, I will get everyone something.."
"Okay, see you next week.."
I hung up the phone and walked back into the crowd of people. I continued to buy gifts as I headed toward the Bell Tower area. Before I headed back, I dropped by at dumpling restaurant for dinner.
CHAPTER ONE
It was 9pm.
I slowly opened the door of my apartment. The lady in her late forties was standing in my apartment kitchen. She was packing her stuff as she smiled at me.
I looked at her face. The curly long hair lady's face was red and flushed. It seemed like she had just finished some exercise. She has a tall hourglass figure and always wearing a blouse with skirt. Most of the time her blouse was thin that her bra was clearly see-through.
I almost choked as she turned her body. It was clearly that she was not wearing a bra this time. Her dark brown nipples were visible through her light pink thin blouse.
She was Mrs Qian, my landlady.
She has been helping me with my daily chores since I moved in. She has been treating me nicely and occasionally cooks food for me. I knew she was lonely since husband was working in Beijing leaving her to stay alone while her only daughter already married. It started as a nice friendship slowly she began to flirt with me.
"Mrs Qian... you are still here?"
"Yes.. I worried that you didn't eat, so I put some food in the microwave. You can reheat them later.." she answered in a panting manner.
Mrs Qian rushed out of my apartment before I could answer her. I looked around my two bedrooms apartment was nicely cleaned like usual. The view from the balcony overlooked the ancient wall of Tang dynasty. The wall was beautiful decorated with red lanterns. It was the usual night view of Xian city.
Then I headed to the bathroom. Again I stepped something on the bathroom floor. Mrs Qian has left her red lacey panty on the floor. This was not the first time and I knew she was masturbating in here. It explained why her face was flushed.
CHAPTER TWO
I was standing in front of Mrs Qian door after my shower. She was staying two levels above my unit. In fact, Mrs Qian owned a few apartment units in the same building where she stayed. All of them have been rented out.
The door bell rang a couple of times before she opened the door. She stood there looking puzzled at me while I was holding her panty on my hand.
"Mrs Qian.... you left this.." I courageously spoke out.
She was slightly embarrassed. Then she began to mumble some words but I couldn't hear her. I pushed her into her house as the door closed.
"YJ...."
"Ssssshhh"
I lowered lips to hers and kissed Mrs Qian. She gasped and didn't know how to react to the kiss. I looked at her in her purple satin camisole set.
It was a moment of silence.
"YJ... I am sorry. I don't know what got into me. I guess that I am lonely..."
She was standing there and we were facing each other. Then I pulled her toward me.
"Aaaa... YJ..." she moaned.
I kissed her again.
"Mrs Qian... I know you need it... let me check ..."
I slid my hand under her satin short and reached for her soft pussy. My middle finger glided onto her slit and slowly played with her wet pussy lips.
"YJ... this is wrong...ooooh..."
"But you want it.... you played with yourself in my place... and purposely left the panties..."
"Aaaa... I don't know, aaaa don't put inside...oooh god.." she moaned.
My finger has already slid into her wet hole and it was soaked with her love juice. She was wet as her body shuddered. I kissed her again. She didn't resist much while I hugged her. Both of us knew this was what we have been wanting and desire for after months of flirting.
It started with Mrs Qian inviting me for dinner at her place. She knew I was single and all alone in the city, while she needed some company for dinner. It became a routine for us to have dinner together since I was attracted to her beauty. She was not the typical type of Chinese housewife. She always putting on her makeup and wearing glamour clothing. Most of the time, she goes shopping and spa since her husband is rich.
Our flirts began when I told her that she looks pretty. Since then she always modeled her new bought clothes to me and asked me for opinions. She became bolder by occasionally flashed her panties or bra. She knew I was looking and we were having fun with those teases. Then she started leaving her panties in my bathroom.
"Mrs Qian... I want you. I cannot stand anymore, I don't care this is wrong. I want to touch your breasts... and suck your nipples... play with your wet pussy..."
She was panting and moaning loud. By this time my finger was moving in and out of her wet hole, her hips already moving to match the rhythm of my finger.
"Aaaaa.... If my husband knew about this... he will be very angry.."
"But your husband didn't touch you anymore... that is why you use your vibrator..."
"Huh... how did you know?"
"You left in the bathroom the other day... I want to see how you play with it..."
"You naughty boy..."
We were hugging each other close and I have stopped touching her pussy. My hands were rubbing her ass.
"I want to see it thrust into your pussy..."
She laughed.
"Come... help me to do it..." she whispered near my ear. Mrs Qian slowly walked toward her bedroom. She suddenly stopped at the door and turned her head before smiled at me.
I didn't wait longer, so I followed her into the bedroom. Her apartment layout was similar to mine; two bedrooms with a larger corridor with ancient antique vase on a wooden crafted table decorated the place. From behind, I hugged her again while kissing her neck.
"The vibrator is in that cabinet.." she whispered.
"Naughty..."
I picked up the white rabbit vibrator and climbed on her large bed. The grey leather bed frame nicely covered the king size mattress that covered with silky matching color bed sheet and quilt.
