The scandal that occurred when my wife brought her best friend home

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Published Date: 2013-12-24 Author: dor Popularity: 31
That happened in the first half of this year, I don't remember the exact date. One day, near the end of the workday, my wife called to say she was bringing her best friend Fang home for dinner and asked me to come home early so I could show off my cooking skills. Fang is my wife's good friend, 168cm tall, not particularly beautiful, but with a voluptuous figure—big in the right places, small in the right places, long legs,
and a beautiful bust. Especially her breasts, so proud and alluring, and Fang loves wearing low-cut tops, which makes me unable to resist glancing at her deep cleavage every time I see her. Since my wife had asked me to, and Fang is someone I often fantasize about, I didn't hesitate after work and quickly went home to prepare dinner. I got home first and started making soup, and soon they came back from grocery shopping. After greeting each other, I took the opportunity to sized up Fang. Dressed entirely in black—a blazer and white shirt, buttons undone low, a short skirt paired with black stockings and high heels—she looked every bit the
office lady. I quickly suppressed my lecherous gaze, afraid my wife would notice. "Fang, it's been a while since you've come to visit," I said politely, taking the things and inviting them to the living room to watch TV while I started cooking.
So far, it had been a normal family gathering; Fang wasn't a stranger to my home, and nothing inappropriate had happened between us. However, what happened next turned this ordinary gathering into a fringe affair.
After a while, the food was ready, and I called them to come to the dining room to eat. But they didn't come even after I called twice. I asked, "What are you watching on TV? It looks so captivating!" "Don't bother us, it's really exciting," my wife replied. I went to the living room and looked at the screen. Good heavens! It wasn't
the movie I'd just downloaded, "一路向西" (One Way to the West), and it was showing the scene where the male lead and his girlfriend had a sex scene… Apparently, I'd forgotten to unplug the hard drive where I downloaded the movie. They'd watched TV for a while and got bored, so they wanted to find a movie to watch and pulled out this one.
My wife was watching intently. Fang saw me coming over, looked a little embarrassed, and smiled without saying a word. I chuckled, "You two are really something, haha, stop watching and go eat." "You're so clueless, this is getting really exciting!" My wife, on the other hand, was very open and didn't treat Fang like an outsider. I had no choice but to go eat first. After a while, the two of them paused the movie, came over to grab some food, and soon Fang was dragged back to watch the movie by my wife.
I was wondering whether I should go back to the bedroom to surf the internet or go to the living room to watch with them. Then I thought, since the two ladies were so open, what was there for me, a grown man, to be embarrassed about? So I went straight to the living room, sat next to my wife, and started "enjoying" the movie with her.
The movie had reached the scene where the male protagonist went to Dongguan for a massage. "Xiao Si" took off her clothes and started giving him an oil massage. Seeing "Xiao Si's" large breasts, I swallowed hard, and my penis started to harden. At that moment, I couldn't help but compare them to Fang's large breasts. I secretly glanced at her and saw that Fang's face was flushed (of course she was! Even watching this scene made my head spin, let alone an unmarried girl, even though she lived with her boyfriend). Her hands were between her legs, and her legs were rubbing slightly together; she was probably already wet.
I glanced at my wife; she was also blushing, completely focused on the movie. When I looked back at Fang, I found her looking back at me. Our eyes met, one hard, one wet. The movie was still showing such passionate content, and I couldn't help but wonder if something might happen. Fang smiled, seemingly giving me a flirtatious look; I wondered if I was just imagining things.
The plot continued; the man and woman in the movie had started making love, and lewd sounds filled the living room. My wife kept licking her lips; she must have really wanted it. I secretly placed my hand on my wife's thigh, slowly caressing it. She didn't resist, so I slowly moved my fingers along the inside of her thigh, rubbing her panties; they were already soaking wet. I gently rubbed them through her bra, and she clearly enjoyed it, slightly parting her legs to give me space. Fang seemed to have noticed our actions, but she didn't react, keeping her legs tightly closed and occasionally licking her lips.
Our positions were like this: Fang was sitting on the left side of the sofa, and my wife was between us. I thought that if I were in my wife's position, I could make some small moves on Fang, and she probably wouldn't resist, since her desire was clearly aroused.
Fang kept glancing at my wife and me, and I saw her left hand was already under her skirt; she must have started masturbating too. And so, on TV, the woman was on top, the man on the bottom… the positions changed, and in the living room, I was comforting my wife, while Fang was comforting herself. The three of us understood each other perfectly…
The movie ended, the end credits rolled, and I reluctantly withdrew my fingers, took a deep breath to compose myself, and then said, “You guys find another movie to watch, I’ll go tidy up in the kitchen.” Fang hurriedly said, “You’ve already cooked, how can I let you wash the dishes? I’ll go.”
“It’s okay, let him go, it’s his job,” my wife said with a smile, putting on airs.
“I’ll go, I’ll go,” Fang got up and went to the kitchen. I figured she wanted to use washing dishes as an excuse to do something else by herself, so a wicked thought crossed my mind, and I followed her, saying, “How can we let a guest wash the dishes?”
Once in the kitchen, the two of us started washing dishes and tidying up the utensils together. I heard the TV coming on outside; I guessed my wife had started watching it. She probably wouldn’t come over anytime soon, so I started tentatively making some physical contact with Fang, brushing my arm against her chest and my thigh against her buttocks. She didn’t flinch, so I became bolder. A hand gently moved to her buttocks, gradually increasing pressure; the feel was wonderful, so firm. Fang's breathing became noticeably heavier; she kept her head down, focused on washing the dishes, letting me tease her.
My hand slid down her skirt, lightly touching her private parts from behind; they were quite wet. Just as I was about to go further, she finished washing all the dishes, straightened up, and walked away from me. I hesitated terribly, wondering if I should pull her along and continue caressing her, but with my wife in the living room, I didn't dare to be too forward, so I followed Fang out.
The atmosphere gradually returned to normal, and we chatted and laughed until it was late. After seeing Fang off, I pulled my wife to the sofa and we started making love. My wife was also impatient and quickly reached orgasm.
Afterwards, I asked her if she was ashamed to watch porn with her best friend. My wife said she initially found it quite fun, but as the plot became more and more stimulating, she became a little embarrassed, but she still wanted to watch and wanted me to continue caressing her.
The romantic night ended just like that, leaving a lingering feeling, like that line from the movie "一路向西" (One Way to the West): "She touched me with a touch that felt like Arsenal, constantly hesitating and pushing around on the edge of the penalty area." At that moment in the kitchen, Fang and I were pacing on the edge of the penalty area, but ultimately we couldn't find the final shot.
The romantic night ended just like that, leaving a lingering feeling, like that line from the movie "一路向西" (One Way to the West): "She touched me with a touch that felt like Arsenal, constantly hesitating and pushing around on the edge of the penalty area." At that moment in the kitchen, Fang and I were pacing on the edge of the penalty area, but ultimately we couldn't find the final shot.

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