He had sex with his friend's wife after drinking.

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I'm usually a fairly steady person, but after a few drinks, I tend to do some reckless things. Take this incident, for example—it was purely an unexpected bonus.
This summer, a friend from a branch office in YW got married. I enjoy photography, so he asked me to help take pictures at the wedding. Before the banquet started, a young couple arrived; we knew each other somewhat. We'd hung out together a few times before, so we were fairly familiar. I knew his wife better; she was very pretty, and we'd played mahjong together a few times. She was outgoing, and I have a bit of a humor, so we always managed to make her laugh during our mahjong games. Sometimes, when we played late, I'd even walk her home. We got along quite well, and there was a slight hint of romance. In our area, those who help out at weddings eat together after the banquet, so I was the last to eat. The banquet was already over, and we helpers were just starting to sit down. I happened to run into the couple coming out of their meal. The man was quite a heavy drinker and had already had a few drinks. Just being polite, I invited him to have some more. He seemed to know the people who had helped him, so he didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to drink with me. His wife, seeing he was happy, didn't interfere and just told me to take him home safely before leaving. This guy had definitely drunk a lot, so after the meal, I helped him, who was completely unconscious, into a taxi to take him home. When we arrived at his house, his wife opened the door and welcomed us in. We helped her settle her husband in, and that's when I noticed she had changed into a lace nightgown. Because I was so drunk, I didn't pay much attention to it. While she was bending over to straighten the blankets, I took a few good glances at her chest; she did have some cleavage. After settling her husband in, and with nothing else to do, I felt awkward staying any longer and prepared to leave. She smiled and said, "Thank you. Why don't you sit for a while? I'll pour you some tea to sober you up." I politely declined, as I'd already had quite a bit to drink and was swaying as I walked. She quickened her pace, took my arm, and said, "You've had quite a bit to drink too." Her action was significant; it was hot, I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and she was wearing a thin lace nightgown, so I immediately felt the soft fullness of her breasts. I think my eyes widened instantly, because she met my gaze, immediately understood, and let go of my arm. Still under the influence of alcohol, I didn't think much of it and pulled her close, my hands roaming over her body. She was startled and pushed me away forcefully, whispering, "What are you doing? You're just being a drunkard." But once you start, you can't stop. I ignored her and forcefully pulled down her bra strap. Ah, women who haven't had children are so wonderful—her nipples were small, pink, and the areolas weren't big either. I immediately sucked on them. Seeing she couldn't push me away, she hit my back with her hands, sounding almost like she was crying, and whispered, "Are you crazy? My husband is there!" She kept twisting and turning, and the more she twisted, the tighter I held her, my hands also busy, constantly fiddling with her genitals. I told her I'd liked her for a long time, but I'd never dared to tell her. I said, "Don't be afraid, I know how much your husband drank; he definitely won't wake up." In fact, her husband was indeed unconscious, snoring like a log as soon as they got home. I held her like that and slowly pushed her towards the sofa in the living room. Finally, I pressed her down on top, kneading her breasts hard with both hands. Maybe that's just how people are? The more she looked at me with those pitiful eyes, shaking her head in rejection, the more excited I became. I coaxed and tricked her into pulling down her panties. I was wearing jeans, so it took a lot of effort to undo them; I had to hold her down with one hand. When I thrust in, I found it wasn't dry at all; it was already wet inside. It seemed she wasn't completely resistant after all. I just thrust in and out for a while, and she completely gave up resistance, letting me do as I pleased. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but I couldn't ejaculate, so she kept urging me, "Hurry up, hurry up! You're going to kill me!" Just imagine the scene—it was incredibly exciting! Doing it right under her husband's nose, with that woman's expression of resistance mixed with enjoyment—how sensual! This was one of the most exciting affairs I've ever had. I told her I'd been drinking and couldn't ejaculate, so I asked her to give me some stimulation, and I stuck out my tongue. She was very proactive this time, wrapping her arms around my neck and French kissing me. It worked well; I ejaculated quickly.
Afterwards, she blushed and said to me, "I didn't expect you to be so bold, bullying me like this in my own home." After I finished, I was actually a little scared. Think about it, what's the difference between this and rape? Luckily, we usually had a pretty good relationship. She told me that her most sensitive spot was her nipples. Actually, when I sucked on her mouth, she went soft and started to get aroused. She said that I usually had a good impression of her, but I was too daring. Once her husband woke up, it would be all over. She also thought that time was really exciting.

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