Transfer to friend's wife

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My friend and I were classmates with her. After graduation, we went our separate ways. That summer after graduation, we had a lot of fun chatting. It was probably the beginning of youthful infatuation, but we harbored feelings for each other without confessing. At that time, my friend and she weren't together yet. She was a well-behaved girl, an excellent student in school, pretty, with fair and clean skin. Later, I went to university and got a girlfriend, and we lost contact. It was during this time that my friend and she got together, and when I found out, I felt a pang of sadness. Then, one summer evening after university graduation, when my girlfriend and I had broken up, she sent me a link to a song. It was a song she and I had listened to all night while chatting a long time ago. She said hearing it again made her nostalgic and missed me. It was Cai Yan's "Two People" and Chen Guanpu's "Blue Tears." She said she knew I had broken up and wanted to comfort me. I asked her how she was doing, and she said she was alone too. Then she shared some secrets, saying that she had a crush on me in school and had written things down in her notebook. I asked her if she could still find it, and if so, to send it to me. She said she'd look through it and think she might have kept a copy. The next day, she sent me the notebook. I had written my sister's address on it. At noon, I was sleeping upstairs, and my sister downstairs was holding my notebook, laughing out loud every now and then. I quickly ran down, snatched the notebook from her, and glared at her. That night, when I got home, I lay in bed looking at her little secrets from our school days. We were deskmates. Back in school, I didn't know she had a crush on me, and a misunderstanding even hurt her. Here's what happened: During a self-study period, the homeroom teacher came to check and saw her crying. Thinking something had happened at home, she called her out for questioning (because I had made her cry). She didn't say anything after she went out, but the teacher probably guessed it was because I had made her cry. She called me to the blackboard and slapped me twice. My instinct was that she had told on me to the teacher. I felt so ashamed in front of so many classmates. After the teacher left, I said to the whole class, "You just wait, you'll regret this later." She thought I misunderstood her; she hadn't complained at all, and she was heartbroken for a long time. Anyway, enough of that.
I asked her out. She was wearing a pretty little dress, prettier than she used to be. We talked a lot that day. I held her on my lap, and she didn't resist. We talked about many things from our school days. When we left, I wanted to hug her because I love the kind of hug you get on a train. I used to hug my girlfriends like that often. But she was clearly unprepared; she got all excited right away, saying "No!" while tilting her head back and going limp, but her arms still clung tightly to me. I was a little confused; I didn't know what to do. We parted ways that day and went home separately.
The second time we met, I picked her up again and put my hands down behind her back. She didn't object. Her skin was smooth with very little hair. When I touched her labia, they felt soft and very sensual. Now, I don't know if she shaved them or if that's how they are naturally. I said I wanted to see, and she said maybe next time.
Several days later, I asked her to go to karaoke. We randomly picked a song, and after a while, the focus shifted away from singing. I mentioned online that there's a position only girls can do, not guys (the duck sit), and asked her if she could do it. She did it easily. I hugged her from behind, kissed her, and laid her down on the karaoke sofa. I squeezed her breast with my right hand, then unconsciously reached down. The moment I touched her, she squirted. Yes, not just wet, she squirted, though not much. I reached out and smelled it; there was no odor. To this day, I don't know if it was vaginal discharge or urine. After touching her for a while, her lower body became soaking wet. I reached inside and started thrusting. She started moaning, and after about ten seconds, she told me it hurt a little. I pulled my hand out, my penis was rock hard. I wanted to rip off her clothes, but I was afraid the karaoke bar had security cameras, and the door couldn't be locked. After I finished, I didn't feel like singing anymore, so I left. After calming down, I felt I had been impolite and was afraid she would have a bad impression of me, so I kept explaining, saying I couldn't resist when I saw her, blah blah blah. She seemed to dislike what I was saying, which left me confused. Later, she solemnly told me, "You don't need to do that. I like you, I like whatever you do..."
Later, I went to the mall to buy clothes. I said, "Pick something you like for me." After buying the clothes, I said, "Let's go see a movie." She said okay. I can't remember what movie it was, and the tickets were expensive, over a hundred for two. We went into the theater and found the last row. After sitting down, I started touching her again, but I still didn't feel satisfied. At this point, I couldn't satisfy my desires without taking everything off. I said let's go, and she agreed. We went to the park, but she got a little angry. While we were resting, she said she wouldn't go shopping with me again, saying she was exhausted. I was careless and didn't notice. I looked down and saw her feet were chafed from her high-heeled sandals, so I picked her up and comforted her. She whimpered in my arms. On the way back, we passed a pedestrian street and saw a dilapidated hotel. I said, "Want to go up?" She hesitated and said no, then strode away. I caught up with her from behind. She was probably embarrassed, or maybe she felt that agreeing would make her seem too easy.
Another day, she came to visit me, and I took her home. My mom was smitten with her. She was about 1.67 meters tall, with a slender figure, fair skin, and long legs. She looked very elegant in her long dress. My mom secretly told me, "Of all the girls who come to our house, this is the one I like the most." I told my mom, "She's just a classmate, don't overthink it." I suddenly wanted to take her at home, but my room didn't have air conditioning, and it was unbearably hot for both of us. My parents were still outside, so it wasn't convenient. After leaving home, I took a taxi directly to a hotel. I told her I was tired and wanted her to rest with me, and she agreed. It was my first time having real sex, so I had no experience. I didn't know any foreplay. I drew the curtains, carried her to the bed, and started taking off her skirt. I hadn't even had time to shower. After taking off her skirt, she was still wearing leggings. I said, "Why are you wearing so much?" After stripping her naked, I kissed her and touched her genitals. This time, she didn't ejaculate or get wet, probably because we went too fast. I looked at her genitals and felt quite excited. I kissed her directly. There was no smell. She said no, it was dirty. I said it was okay. After kissing for a while, my penis got hard, so I climbed on top of her and started rubbing her genitals up and down. She whimpered, "I hate it." What happened next was incredibly awkward. I'd watched a lot of porn before, but never actually done it myself. I assumed everyone moaned the same way during sex—like "it feels so good," or just random "ahhh," "it feels so good," etc. I spread her legs and thrust in, but strangely, her vagina was very loose; I barely felt anything inside. I later realized she must have been masturbating with a cucumber, or maybe it was just her natural state. She was panting and moaning, and I increased my thrusting. Suddenly, she cried out, "So good~," "So good~"... in our local dialect, not Mandarin. My penis suddenly went limp. I wasn't prepared for this; it wasn't like the porn I'd seen. I could accept her saying things like "omy god," or "it feels so good," but "So good~" was unbearable. I went limp and pulled out. She asked what was wrong, and I didn't know what to say. I said I was afraid I'd ejaculate inside. She said, "You're very considerate." She was clearly unsatisfied. She sandwiched one of my legs between hers and we started French kissing. But I wasn't in the mood and couldn't get an erection. Later, I said let's go, but she wanted to stay and be intimate, and didn't want to leave. But I had lost interest. After I left the room, she didn't wait for me and started getting upset. She strode out, and it took me a while to calm her down. I hailed a taxi and took her home. Later, I wondered if she thought I had premature ejaculation.
The first time, I had no experience at all. There was no foreplay, and I didn't have her give me oral sex. It was over in just a few minutes. Later, I went to another city for other things. She told me that she had actually gotten her marriage certificate, but they hadn't had a wedding. I asked why she kept it from me. She said she didn't know and that I hadn't asked. I asked why she had dated her friend if she liked me. She said she thought we had no chance, and her friend pursued her, so she agreed. I said I felt a little bad and suggested we stop contacting each other. She said she was actually a little scared too.
After I arrived in another city, before changing my phone number, I called her one last time. She seemed very happy when she answered. I asked her why she was so happy, and she said it was because of my call. I said this might be the last time I call her. She said, "Yeah, I know."
Perhaps this experience made me completely fall in love with married women. First of all, I made it clear that I really didn't know she had gotten a marriage certificate. She told me she was single. Now that I think about it, she probably wanted to make sure her youth was without regrets.
Now she's had a baby and gained weight. We've lost contact, and I don't have any feelings for her anymore. I tried to contact her once to tell her that I didn't perform well because her moaning scared me during sex, and that I felt guilty for not satisfying her, since I was such a wonderful person in her eyes, haha. But she couldn't contact me at the time and seemed very panicked. Since then, I haven't contacted her again. It's been a slightly regrettable experience, with those youthful memories deeply buried in my heart...

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