She slept with him in front of the groom.

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Last fall/winter, I received a wedding invitation from a junior in college. I wasn't actually very familiar with him; we'd only bumped into each other about two months before his wedding, exchanged contact information, and that was it…

My impression of him was that he was always enthusiastic about student politics, wanting to get involved in everything he could get elected to. He seemed genuinely interested in everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of person. Unfortunately, I don't like that kind of thing, so we never became close. I know he only approached me because I was the president of two school clubs.

Since I'd received the invitation, I figured I might as well go for it! I'm a soft-hearted person, and since I had nothing else to do, a nice meal would be nice.

As the date approached, I wanted to confirm the location to better plan my trip, only to discover upon closer inspection that the banquet was in Taichung. However, there were tour groups going there, so okay! Well, to see things through to the end, I figured I might as well go.

I couldn't stand his overly enthusiastic welcome—what a jerk! He actually assigned me a task, which meant I didn't get to eat much. Meanwhile, he and the bride were both quite drunk; he seemed to be really into it. He even caused a ruckus when seeing the guests off. And me? I was counting the drinks and settling the bill with the restaurant. This shouldn't be my job, right?

Thankfully, another pretty girl, who said she was my junior's cousin, was in charge of settling the bill. She was quite considerate, constantly giving me thank-you smiles, which was a consolation prize for someone who wasn't full.

After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, I paid the bill, tidied up, and everyone said "bye bye!" At the same time, they politely and "sincerely" invited me to their house for another meal, but casually asked, "Senior! How are you getting back to Taipei?"

Of course, I'd take the tour bus.

The bus didn't wait for me, of course it didn't wait for me, it had already left.

I followed a bunch of half-drunk patrons, all calling me "junior," back to his house.

Surprisingly, his house was quite nice; his parents lived downstairs, and the young couple lived on the fourth floor, nearly 50 square meters, with plenty of rooms. My only worry was where I'd sleep later.

The banquet was already set up, and there were nine of us in total, including the newlyweds and myself. We squeezed in a table, but I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough; everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting – it didn't matter since we were at home.

The conversation revolved around the bride and groom's plans for the night, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed unlikely to work out. Midway through, the bride left to freshen up, leaving only the men at the table. A little while later, four more left. I wondered if they even looked fit to drive.

The bride, stripped of her glamorous attire, reappeared in a striking red short dress. The dress was exquisitely tailored, slightly revealing her back, with the bodice tied at the nape of her neck, showcasing her fair shoulders and making her even more beautiful. Even without makeup, she looked radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of alcohol. Her shapely hips were even more breathtaking. Wearing this dress, her snow-white thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, but her figure was completely hidden when she wore the bridal gown.

She kindly warmed some soup for us to sober up. As she served it to me, I took a closer look and noticed a thin dark line running across her hips, disappearing into the cleft of her buttocks. Wow! She was wearing a thong! How sexy! Suddenly, I had a new impression of the bride; that guy really got lucky.

The younger classmate himself also loved to drink, and with two classmates skilled at persuading her to drink, they got completely drunk. The bride, who had settled down and sat down again, immediately became the new focus of their drinking games. A younger classmate named Xiao Xiang even openly teased her, but the smiling bride didn't seem to care. However, she couldn't refuse the drinks no matter what, because her husband was also in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, still tipsy... It was hard not to get drunk, so I forced myself to stay, but my behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang pretended to be drunk and took the opportunity to sneak his elbow closer to her. Taking advantage of his position, he sat next to the bride and talked to the groom across her. Naturally, he got close to the bride, and she didn't flinch. Anyone could see the trembling of her nipples under her dress. There was a black bra covering them, so how could they suddenly be so obvious?

Looking at the time, it was already midnight. The others finally said goodbye. Before leaving, they told me to faithfully record their battle. Only the bride, groom and I were left in the big house. I had no choice but to stay. My junior asked me indistinctly if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who care about whether others are still able to drink.

The bride, having finally made it through the guests, let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa. Her reclining posture accentuated her curves. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I said gently, "You must be exhausted! Why don't you go and rest? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

I praised her beauty and complimented her dress, pointing at her body as I spoke. I pretended to be curious and asked her why there was a black mark on her buttocks. She turned around in response, her legs naturally spread apart, revealing a glimpse of her thighs beneath her short, thin skirt. The fine black fabric pinched her inner thighs, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white thighs. The beautiful bride, not seeing anything amiss, pulled her skirt up sharply, exposing her buttocks, and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the stains on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush anything off, but I saw dark hair peeking out from the edge of her pants. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty there, it's..."

And the groom? Of course, he wasn't much better off. How could he notice his beautiful wife's exposed skin? He only said, "I'm sorry, you can sleep in the guest room by yourself," and staggered back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to move. I rushed over to help him and said with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you. Walk by yourself."

He leaned against the wall, his eyes blurry, and went into the room. After urinating, he lay down and didn't make a sound. I even helped him hang up his suit and covered him with a blanket before leaving.

Back in the living room, the bride was already fast asleep. Although one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by a woman of unparalleled beauty lying there drunk?

I tentatively called her twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no response. I patted her face, but she still didn't move. So, I boldly stole a touch on her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up in the middle of the night, I would pretend that I was trying to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room to sleep. Her breasts felt soft and fluffy; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples. It was a very thin bra. She still hadn't woken up. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The movement was too sudden, and the beautiful bride scratched her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The bra, now loose, was almost off. I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—such perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman was completely unaware that her bra had been unhooked and her breasts were being touched. I

felt both nervous and excited as I explored her smooth, soft breasts; the bra was still hanging on her ample bosom.

Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, just in case I was caught, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep.

Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at my drunken bride. Her shapely legs slumped limply. I lifted her legs onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a lewd pose with her legs spread wide. As I moved her, I heard her murmur, "No! I can't drink anymore..."

Her sudden words made me nervous, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself, lifted the hem of her dress, and sure enough, she was wearing a sexy thong. My eyes widened in disbelief.

A thin, dark pair of panties peeked out from the snow-white cleft of her buttocks, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; a bit of her left labia was visible, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, intoxicated bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white as a lamb's, and she slept peacefully and soundly.

Lifting up from her slender waist, I saw the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. The thin, mesh-like lace was woven into a semi-transparent layer, covering her nipples and areolas, forming mysterious, dark, sexy peaks that made my blood boil. She was truly a mature and alluring woman.

He couldn't resist lowering his head and burying it under the beautiful bride's belly. The fragrant scent after her bath mingled with the allure emanating from her genitals. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled down her panties. The fabric was so thin that it was merely symbolically covering the bride's vulva. Her pubic hair was a thick, black, inverted triangle shape, with a particularly long, thick tuft of black hair growing near the opening. Due to the position, the opening was slightly ajar, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy vulva.

Easily part the two smooth and elastic labia majora, the bud is still pink, even the edges are pink, unlike some which are dark. If you spread them open a little more, the vaginal opening is wet and shiny, so tempting!

A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and feeling safe at home. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer herself on their wedding night, changed into extremely provocative lingerie to add spice. She was easily and unguardedly stripped down layer by layer, and arranged in a wanton sleeping position—a position she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed; her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… It was enough to make one feel sorry for her!

In fact, after wearing a sexy lingerie that is as thin as silk, the beautiful bride can hardly feel that she is wearing anything. Despite her dignified appearance, she often has an uncontrollable lust in her heart, and her bra is so thin that it looks like an ornament.

Her full breasts bounced easily, and a close look at the front of her dress in the mirror revealed protruding nipples that jiggled with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but decided to leave it at home. She was already secretly pleased by the greedy glances of her husband's classmates. As the men watched, a warm sensation rose in the bride's lower abdomen, her cheeks flushed—partly from drunkenness, partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to her body, the shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. Encouraged by the men's lecherous eyes, the newlywed woman deliberately circled around them in the warm bath, bending her snow-white, sexy buttocks towards them as she slowly collected the trash from the table. The men could clearly see her through the dress, and some even couldn't resist giving her a quick, firm grope!

Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly moved my finger in and out, pressing her clitoris with my thumb, teasing her gently and tenderly. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements.

The unease brought on by sexual desire slightly startled the newlywed woman. She drowsily opened her eyes, the warm yellow light in the living room making it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger is far less thick than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, the beautiful bride, her skirt lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside, and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide-open vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body; she didn't feel it.

Although she was half-awake, the alcohol made her lethargic and unable to move. She still politely asked, "Senior, are you still not asleep?"

I smiled and replied, "Mmm~"

The newlywed woman had not yet realized that her body was exposed, or why this man was standing by her side. She closed her eyes again, her hazy consciousness clearly responding to the lust emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat gripped her fingers, and as she withdrew, clear vaginal fluid flowed out. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. He thrust in again, his ring finger touching her anus, his thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. With nimble wrist movements, the stimulation of her vulva brought the ripe bride to a more awake state. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire dominated her thoughts. She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse immediately overwhelmed this trace of unease.

Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina. The bride, her desire awakened, slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel on the carpet, her head and body pressed against the sofa. With a swift movement, I pulled down her panties, the lifted dress covering her head and eyes, her bra clinging to the sofa between her breasts.

The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with guests nearby! But her sore body was completely at his mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a naked, wanton pleasure. The desire she had been holding back all night gradually exploded. She deliberately lowered her waist, and her labia parted without reservation, forming a red slit, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, her dark red nipples not small either, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.

Who would have thought that this seemingly dignified and elegant bride would become so unexpectedly wanton after being aroused? How could anyone not want to possess such a bride? Her high, firm buttocks bounced up and down, her mouth murmuring incomprehensible words, groaning and moaning. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of smug pleasure. She still didn't realize that the person penetrating her from behind wasn't her husband! She

quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing them. She cried out with pleasure, "Oh...good...so good...I'm so beautiful...so comfortable...hum..."

Afraid that her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, and then began to suck on them noisily. I no longer held back, raising my big cock and thrusting it into her tender hole. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my penetration. After adjusting the position, I thrust hard, each impact making a sound. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her juices overflowed, wetting my scrotum.

The bride, tingling with pleasure, moaned softly, "Ah...ah...good husband...oh...god...you're making me fly...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...I'm so itchy...oh...I can't hold back...I'm going to come..." The

"sizzling" sounds of penetration and her excited moans filled the living room.

She climaxed once, and before I could turn around, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, supporting herself on the carpet with both hands.

I followed her movement, opening my legs and sitting down, staring intently at her expression. She, however, was enjoying herself immensely, her eyes closed and head tilted back. Did she still not recognize who was having sex with her? After turning over to face me, she sat on my lap, burying her face between my breasts and pulling my head into her arms. The beautiful bride was completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling me, tilting her head back to enjoy the different pleasures.

To seek more intense stimulation, I held her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.

I never expected that an unintentional overnight stay would lead to such a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so reserved, displaying her upbringing in every way. Looking at the beautiful woman moaning before me, she was completely different. I heard her cry out:

"Good brother... ugh... um... you've made me feel so good... hmph... hmph... oh... such a beautiful big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."

I rotated her buttocks with both hands, and the fresh stimulation brought her to another climax.

The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, and still drunk, she leaned weakly against me, her whole body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My huge, hard penis was still deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body covered in her lustful fluids. My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips, and passionately explored her mouth, completely invading her body. I even forgot what her name was.

The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "My dear husband, you're like a different person today, you made me feel so good, so good!..."

Our eyes met...

her face filled with panic, the unfinished lewd words swallowed back. She desperately tried to break free, but the bride, just moments before so wanton, was weak. I held her tightly, and although she pounded her back with her hands, she couldn't loosen her grip on my waist.

A sudden wave of humiliation, a loss of self-respect, left the bride bewildered. She regretted her earlier abandon; the thought of being penetrated brought back memories of unprecedented pleasure. But why would my senior do this to me? Oh dear! It was all because I drank too much.

Amidst conflicting emotions, she never imagined that what was inside her wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure continued to emanate from the tightly inserted penis, and this struggle only intensified the stimulation of the penis inside her.

She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..."

I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now..."

The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.

"I'll let you go if you repeat those lewd moans you just made..."

While I spoke, my body didn't stop moving at all. My body's natural reactions annoyed the beautiful bride, but a sliver of hope remained in her heart. She said shyly:

"Okay! I said, then... ah... ah... um... you have to... you have to let me go... oh... senior... ah... ah... you... ah... you're a bad person... ah..."

I thrust into her forcefully and said, "What you said is a little different from what you said before..."

She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Ugh... there... what's there... ah... ah... different... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..." The

conflicted bride was originally unwilling to start moaning, but her lust made her naturally let out lewd cries. In order to cover up her moaning because of pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior's threats.

She looked up, embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she subconsciously pressed her lower body tightly against me, not wanting me to pull it out. This action brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see the obscene scene of my big penis entering her wet vagina.

I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't up to par. Did you really want to be penetrated and deliberately made the wrong sounds? Look how much pleasure your pussy is getting, it won't leave my cock for a second..."

The bride, intoxicated by the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened, saying with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm... Senior... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really penetrate me... Penis me... Ah... It feels so good... Ah... I'll... Ah... Do as you say..."

I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Because of my sitting position, my cock could only make small thrusts, which didn't stimulate me much. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my cock. Although she didn't want to admit it, the fact was that her juices were flowing freely and she was moaning continuously.

I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. I slightly parted my body, letting the submissive bride see my penis inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh of her petals flipping back and forth with each thrust.

I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?"

She shook her head violently, looking

aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her thoughts. "You openly spread your vulva wide when you're asleep but don't react at all. You must do this often?" I said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit to being lewd, her beautiful vulva, being penetrated, secreted even more lustful fluid.

After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used every last bit of strength to fuck her until she lay limp and powerless, her legs spread apart and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but she was already quite wet, leaving a large wet patch on the carpet.

I tried hard to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason tonight, I just couldn't ejaculate!

She was exhausted and still drunk, and even though she was being penetrated, she fell into a deep sleep, looking incredibly lewd.

I was also a little tired, so I lay down on her breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her...

In the early morning in central Taiwan, birds were chirping noisily outside the window; it was already dawn.

The forced bride slowly awoke, her naked body sprawled on the carpet. She dared not move. The man pressing down on her remained asleep; though his penis was limp, it wasn't completely gone, the glans still inside her. After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night when she was being raped, her face flushed with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to the brink of ecstasy—an experience she had never had before. Yet, strangely, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. ...

I woke up to find myself face to face with her. We both turned away, embarrassed. The morning's physiological response made my penis swell, and it felt incredibly good inside her warm, wet vagina. She looked at me with a reproachful smile and said, "Weren't you satisfied with taking advantage of me last night? Now you want more?" As she spoke, she hooked her legs around my waist.

My tense and anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect her...

She pretended not to understand. I said, "No way. This is just a normal physiological response for men."

Her wet vagina, still holding my penis, started to gush again. I thrust in without hesitation, all the way to the bottom. Relaxing, the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.

With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made a "pop! pop!" sound, accompanied by the beautiful bride's moans of "Mmm...mmm...uh...uh...ah...ah..."

I was terrified my junior would hear. My

worry wasn't unfounded...

Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the master bedroom...

My bride and I stopped abruptly, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled over. The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, lowered it after standing up, effectively covering herself. I, on the other hand, used the speed I honed in the military to quickly put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and left.

That was close! I wonder if he got up last night and caught his beautiful wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?

The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

I was startled to see the sexy black panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and slipped them into my pocket.

My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache and couldn't see you, so I came out to look for you. Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"

He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's full breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His hand, which was around her waist, kept stroking downwards. A sudden thought struck him: Was his newlywed wife not wearing panties? Wouldn't such a short dress easily expose her? He was wide awake.

I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and asked his wife to make tea.

The beautiful young woman was facing me as she squatted down to get the tea set. Her thick, dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn around to do it. Little did he know that his wife subconsciously didn't mind me seeing her. She'd already been fucked, so what was there to be shy about?

The groom, standing nearby, silently prayed, "Please! Please! I can't see, I can't see..."

The beautiful woman, unable to squat down properly after turning around, stood up and bent over to arrange the tea set, revealing her entire vulva to me, still wet! The pubic hair on both sides of her labia was curly and thick, and because of her position, tender pink buds peeked out from the cleft. The sight made my penis throb again.

The junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks were flushed and she was all smiles, completely unaware that her private parts were being glimpsed from under her skirt.

Actually, the bride saw the eager looks and teasing gestures of her husband and the senior, knowing that her private parts were being watched by the senior. A sense of exposure quickly swept through her body. Coupled with the fact that her good time had been interrupted halfway when her husband woke up, her body and mind were both restless, and her juices flowed even more.

After drinking only two cups of tea, the junior's stomach started hurting again, and he went straight to the toilet. His new wife and I followed him with tacit understanding and asked him about it.

Standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, I couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and attacked from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. A sneaky thrill made her both nervous and excited. Her still-wet vaginal fluids made it easy to insert into her. Even though I was being careful, I still made sounds of intercourse. Separated only by the bathroom door, I was almost melting with pleasure, passionately and yet also with longing, fucking my junior's beautiful wife.

The bride, afraid to make a sound, groaned softly… occasionally letting out long gasps.

This tense and exciting intercourse, with rapid friction between my genitals, made me ejaculate in less than five minutes. My scalding semen shot into her vagina, and she, still unsatisfied, shook her hips back and forth, completely horny.

She rubbed her still-erect penis against my vulva with her greedy, lewd behavior, a sight that was truly unforgettable.

Finally, she came too.

When I pulled out, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband rinsed off, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to cover his genitals, and, without bothering to clean himself properly, hurriedly threw it into the trash can—what a close call!!

Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.

I pulled out my thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my hand, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent, just like the one lingering on my penis.

I'll miss this junior, I think...

Last fall/winter, I received a wedding invitation from a junior in college. Actually, I wasn't very familiar with him; we only happened to run into each other about two months before his wedding, exchanged contact information, and that was it...

My impression of him was that he was always enthusiastic about student politics, wanting to get involved in anything he could choose to participate in. He seemed passionate about everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of thing. Unfortunately, I don't like that kind of thing, so we never became close. I know he only tried to befriend me because I was the president of two school clubs.

Since I received the invitation, well, I couldn't refuse! I'm a pushover; I had nothing else to do anyway, so I figured I might as well have a good meal.

As the date approached, I wanted to confirm the location beforehand to better plan the itinerary. However, upon closer inspection, I discovered the banquet was in Taichung, but tour groups were going by bus. Oh well! I figured I might as well go all the way and go!

I couldn't stand his enthusiastic welcome—what a jerk! He even assigned me a task, which meant I didn't get to eat much. He and the bride, on the other hand, were quite drunk; he seemed to be in high spirits. He even caused a ruckus when seeing the guests off. And me? I was counting the drinks to pay the restaurant bill. This shouldn't be my job, right?

Thankfully, another pretty girl, who said she was my junior's cousin, was in charge of paying the bill. She was quite considerate, constantly giving me thank-you smiles, which was a consolation prize for my lack of food.

After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, I paid the bill, tidied up, and everyone said "bye bye!" At the same time, they politely and "sincerely" invited me to their house for another meal, but casually asked, "Senior! How are you getting back to Taipei?"

Of course, I'd take the tour bus.

The bus didn't wait for me, of course it didn't wait for me, it had already left.

I followed a bunch of half-drunk patrons, all calling me "junior," back to his house.

Surprisingly, his house was quite nice; his parents lived downstairs, and the young couple lived on the fourth floor, nearly 50 square meters, with plenty of rooms. My only worry was where I'd sleep later.

The banquet was already set up, and there were nine of us in total, including the newlyweds and myself. We squeezed in a table, but I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough; everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting – it didn't matter since we were at home.

The conversation revolved around the bride and groom's plans for the night, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed unlikely to work out. Midway through, the bride left to freshen up, leaving only the men at the table. A little while later, four more left. I wondered if they even looked fit to drive.

The bride, stripped of her glamorous attire, reappeared in a striking red short dress. The dress was exquisitely tailored, slightly revealing her back, with the bodice tied at the nape of her neck, showcasing her fair shoulders and making her even more beautiful. Even without makeup, she looked radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of alcohol. Her shapely hips were even more breathtaking. Wearing this dress, her snow-white thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, but her figure was completely hidden when she wore the bridal gown.

She kindly warmed some soup for us to sober up. As she served it to me, I took a closer look and noticed a thin dark line running across her hips, disappearing into the cleft of her buttocks. Wow! She was wearing a thong! How sexy! Suddenly, I had a new impression of the bride; that guy really got lucky.

The younger classmate himself also loved to drink, and with two classmates skilled at persuading her to drink, they got completely drunk. The bride, who had settled down and sat down again, immediately became the new focus of their drinking games. A younger classmate named Xiao Xiang even openly teased her, but the smiling bride didn't seem to care. However, she couldn't refuse the drinks no matter what, because her husband was also in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, still tipsy... It was hard not to get drunk, so I forced myself to stay, but my behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang pretended to be drunk and took the opportunity to sneak his elbow closer to her. Taking advantage of his position, he sat next to the bride and talked to the groom across her. Naturally, he got close to the bride, and she didn't flinch. Anyone could see the trembling of her nipples under her dress. There was a black bra covering them, so how could they suddenly be so obvious?

Looking at the time, it was already midnight. The others finally said goodbye. Before leaving, they told me to faithfully record their battle. Only the bride, groom and I were left in the big house. I had no choice but to stay. My junior asked me indistinctly if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who care about whether others are still able to drink.

The bride, having finally made it through the guests, let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa. Her reclining posture accentuated her curves. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I said gently, "You must be exhausted! Why don't you go and rest? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

I praised her beauty and complimented her dress, pointing at her body as I spoke. I pretended to be curious and asked her why there was a black mark on her buttocks. She turned around in response, her legs naturally spread apart, revealing a glimpse of her thighs beneath her short, thin skirt. The fine black fabric pinched her inner thighs, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white thighs. The beautiful bride, not seeing anything amiss, pulled her skirt up sharply, exposing her buttocks, and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the stains on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush anything off, but I saw dark hair peeking out from the edge of her pants. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty there, it's..."

And the groom? Of course, he wasn't much better off. How could he notice his beautiful wife's exposed skin? He only said, "I'm sorry, you can sleep in the guest room by yourself," and staggered back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to move. I rushed over to help him and said with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you. Walk by yourself."

He leaned against the wall, his eyes blurry, and went into the room. After urinating, he lay down and didn't make a sound. I even helped him hang up his suit and covered him with a blanket before leaving.

Back in the living room, the bride was already fast asleep. Although one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by a woman of unparalleled beauty lying there drunk?

I tentatively called her twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no response. I patted her face, but she still didn't move. So, I boldly stole a touch on her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up in the middle of the night, I would pretend that I was trying to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room to sleep. Her breasts felt soft and fluffy; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples. It was a very thin bra. She still hadn't woken up. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The movement was too sudden, and the beautiful bride scratched her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The bra, now loose, was almost off. I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—such perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman was completely unaware that her bra had been unhooked and her breasts were being touched. I

felt both nervous and excited as I explored her smooth, soft breasts; the bra was still hanging on her ample bosom.

Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, just in case I was caught, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep.

Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at my drunken bride. Her shapely legs slumped limply. I lifted her legs onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a lewd pose with her legs spread wide. As I moved her, I heard her murmur, "No! I can't drink anymore..."

Her sudden words made me nervous, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself, lifted the hem of her dress, and sure enough, she was wearing a sexy thong. My eyes widened in disbelief.

A thin, dark pair of panties peeked out from the snow-white cleft of her buttocks, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; a bit of her left labia was visible, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, intoxicated bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white as a lamb's, and she slept peacefully and soundly.

Lifting up from her slender waist, I saw the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. The thin, mesh-like lace was woven into a semi-transparent layer, covering her nipples and areolas, forming mysterious, dark, sexy peaks that made my blood boil. She was truly a mature and alluring woman.

He couldn't resist lowering his head and burying it beneath the beautiful bride's belly. The sweet scent of her post-bath fragrance mingled with the allure of her genitals. Without hesitation, he pulled down her panties. The fabric was so scant it barely symbolically covered her vulva. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black, velvety patch, with a particularly long, thick tuft of hair near the entrance. Due to their position, the vulva was slightly ajar, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy pubic area.

He easily parted the two smooth, elastic labia majora, revealing a pink bud, even the edges were a delicate pink, unlike some that are dark. He spread it even wider, revealing a wet and glistening vaginal opening—utterly tempting!

A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and feeling safe at home. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer herself on their wedding night, changed into extremely provocative lingerie to add spice. She was easily and unguardedly stripped down layer by layer, and arranged in a wanton sleeping position—a position she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed; her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… It was enough to make one feel sorry for her!

In fact, after wearing a sexy lingerie that is as thin as silk, the beautiful bride can hardly feel that she is wearing anything. Despite her dignified appearance, she often has an uncontrollable lust in her heart, and her bra is so thin that it looks like an ornament.

Her full breasts bounced easily, and a close look at the front of her dress in the mirror revealed protruding nipples that jiggled with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but decided to leave it at home. She was already secretly pleased by the greedy glances of her husband's classmates. As the men watched, a warm sensation rose in the bride's lower abdomen, her cheeks flushed—partly from drunkenness, partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to her body, the shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. Encouraged by the men's lecherous eyes, the newlywed woman deliberately circled around them in the warm bath, bending her snow-white, sexy buttocks towards them as she slowly collected the trash from the table. The men could clearly see her through the dress, and some even couldn't resist giving her a quick, firm grope!

Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly moved my finger in and out, pressing her clitoris with my thumb, teasing her gently and tenderly. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements.

The unease brought on by sexual desire slightly startled the newlywed woman. She drowsily opened her eyes, the warm yellow light in the living room making it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger is far less thick than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, the beautiful bride, her skirt lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside, and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide-open vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body; she didn't feel it.

Although she was half-awake, the alcohol made her lethargic and unable to move. She still politely asked, "Senior, are you still not asleep?"

I smiled and replied, "Mmm~"

The newlywed woman had not yet realized that her body was exposed, or why this man was standing by her side. She closed her eyes again, her hazy consciousness clearly responding to the lust emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat gripped her fingers, and as she withdrew, clear vaginal fluid flowed out. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. He thrust in again, his ring finger touching her anus, his thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. With nimble wrist movements, the stimulation of her vulva brought the ripe bride to a more awake state. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire dominated her thoughts. She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse immediately overwhelmed this trace of unease.

Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina. The bride, her desire awakened, slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel on the carpet, her head and body pressed against the sofa. With a swift movement, I pulled down her panties, the lifted dress covering her head and eyes, her bra clinging to the sofa between her breasts.

The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with guests nearby! But her sore body was completely at his mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a naked, wanton pleasure. The desire she had been holding back all night gradually exploded. She deliberately lowered her waist, and her labia parted without reservation, forming a red slit, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, her dark red nipples not small either, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.

Who would have thought that this seemingly dignified and elegant bride would become so unexpectedly wanton after being aroused? How could anyone not want to possess such a bride? Her high, firm buttocks bounced up and down, her mouth murmuring incomprehensible words, groaning and moaning. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of smug pleasure. She still didn't realize that the person penetrating her from behind wasn't her husband! She

quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing them. She cried out with pleasure, "Oh...good...so good...I'm so beautiful...so comfortable...hum..."

Afraid that her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, and then began to suck on them noisily. I no longer held back, raising my big cock and thrusting it into her tender hole. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my penetration. After adjusting the position, I thrust hard, each impact making a sound. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her juices overflowed, wetting my scrotum.

The bride, tingling with pleasure, moaned softly, "Ah...ah...good husband...oh...god...you're making me fly...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...I'm so itchy...oh...I can't hold back...I'm going to come..." The

"sizzling" sounds of penetration and her excited moans filled the living room.

She climaxed once, and before I could turn around, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, supporting herself on the carpet with both hands.

I followed her movement, opening my legs and sitting down, staring intently at her expression. She, however, was enjoying herself immensely, her eyes closed and head tilted back. Did she still not recognize who was having sex with her? After turning over to face me, she sat on my lap, burying her face between my breasts and pulling my head into her arms. The beautiful bride was completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling me, tilting her head back to enjoy the different pleasures.

To seek more intense stimulation, I held her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.

I never expected that an unintentional overnight stay would lead to such a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so reserved, displaying her upbringing in every way. Looking at the beautiful woman moaning before me, she was completely different. I heard her cry out:

"Good brother... ugh... um... you've made me feel so good... hmph... hmph... oh... such a beautiful big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."

I rotated her buttocks with both hands, and the fresh stimulation brought her to another climax.

The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, and still slightly drunk, she leaned weakly against me, her entire body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My huge, hard penis was still deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body covered in her lustful fluids. My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips, and passionately explored her mouth, completely possessing her body. I even forgot what her name was.

The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "Good husband, you're like a different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good!..."

Our eyes met...

Her face filled with panic, she swallowed the lewd words she hadn't finished uttering, desperately trying to break free. But the bride

, who had just been so wanton, was weak. I held her tightly, and although she pounded her back with her hands, she couldn't loosen her grip on my waist. The sudden loss of self-respect left the bride bewildered. She regretted her earlier abandon; the thought of being penetrated brought back memories of unprecedented pleasure. But why would my senior do this to me? Oh dear! It was all because I had drunk too much.

Amidst conflicting emotions, she never imagined that what was inside her wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure continued relentlessly from the tightly inserted shaft, and this struggle only intensified the stimulation.

She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..."

I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now..."

The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.

"I can let you go, but only if you repeat those lewd moans you just made..."

While I spoke, my body didn't stop moving. Her natural reaction frustrated the beautiful bride, but a glimmer of hope remained in her heart. She said shyly:

"Okay! I said, then... ah... ah... um... you have to... you have to let me go... oh... senior... ah... ah... you... ah... you're a bad person... ah..."

I thrust into her forcefully and said, "What you said is a little different from what you said before..."

She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Ugh... there... what's there... ah... ah... different... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..." The

conflicted bride was originally unwilling to start moaning, but her lust made her naturally let out lewd cries. In order to cover up her moaning because of pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior's threats.

She looked up, embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she subconsciously pressed her lower body tightly against me, not wanting me to pull it out. This action brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see the obscene scene of my big penis entering her wet vagina.

I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't up to par. Did you really want to be penetrated and deliberately made the wrong sounds? Look how much pleasure your pussy is getting, it won't leave my cock for a second..."

The bride, intoxicated by the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened, saying with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm... Senior... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really penetrate me... Penis me... Ah... It feels so good... Ah... I'll... Ah... Do as you say..."

I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Because of my sitting position, my cock could only make small thrusts, which didn't stimulate me much. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my cock. Although she didn't want to admit it, the fact was that her juices were flowing freely and she was moaning continuously.

I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. I slightly parted my body, letting the submissive bride see my penis inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh of her petals flipping back and forth with each thrust.

I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?"

She shook her head violently, looking

aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her thoughts. "You openly spread your vulva wide when you're asleep but don't react at all. You must do this often?" I said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit to being lewd, her beautiful vulva, being penetrated, secreted even more lustful fluid.

After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used every last bit of strength to fuck her until she lay limp and powerless, her legs spread apart and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but she was already quite wet, leaving a large wet patch on the carpet.

I tried hard to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason tonight, I just couldn't ejaculate!

She was exhausted and still drunk, and even though she was being penetrated, she fell into a deep sleep, looking incredibly lewd.

I was also a little tired, so I lay down on her breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her...

In the early morning in central Taiwan, birds were chirping noisily outside the window; it was already dawn.

The forced bride slowly awoke, her naked body sprawled on the carpet. She dared not move. The man pressing down on her remained asleep; though his penis was limp, it wasn't completely gone, the glans still inside her. After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night when she was being raped, her face flushed with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to the brink of ecstasy—an experience she had never had before. Yet, strangely, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. ...

I woke up to find myself face to face with her. We both turned away, embarrassed. The morning's physiological response made my penis swell, and it felt incredibly good inside her warm, wet vagina. She looked at me with a reproachful smile and said, "Weren't you satisfied with taking advantage of me last night? Now you want more?" As she spoke, she hooked her legs around my waist.

My tense and anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect her...

She pretended not to understand. I said, "No way. This is just a normal physiological response for men."

Her wet vagina, still holding my penis, started to gush again. I thrust in without hesitation, all the way to the bottom. Relaxing, the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.

With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made a "pop! pop!" sound, accompanied by the beautiful bride's moans of "Mmm...mmm...uh...uh...ah...ah..."

I was terrified my junior would hear. My

worry wasn't unfounded...

Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the master bedroom...

My bride and I stopped abruptly, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled over. The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, lowered it after standing up, effectively covering herself. I, on the other hand, used the speed I honed in the military to quickly put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and left.

That was close! I wonder if he got up last night and caught his beautiful wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?

The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

I was startled to see the sexy black panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and slipped them into my pocket.

My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache and couldn't see you, so I came out to look for you. Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"

He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's full breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His hand, which was around her waist, kept stroking downwards. A sudden thought struck him: Was his newlywed wife not wearing panties? Wouldn't such a short dress easily expose her? He was wide awake.

I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and asked his wife to make tea.

The beautiful young woman was facing me as she squatted down to get the tea set. Her thick, dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn around to do it. Little did he know that his wife subconsciously didn't mind me seeing her. She'd already been fucked, so what was there to be shy about?

The groom, standing nearby, silently prayed, "Please! Please! I can't see, I can't see..."

The beautiful woman, unable to squat down properly after turning around, stood up and bent over to arrange the tea set, revealing her entire vulva to me, still wet! The pubic hair on both sides of her labia was curly and thick, and because of her position, tender pink buds peeked out from the cleft. The sight made my penis throb again.

The junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling sweetly, completely unaware that her private parts were being glimpsed from under her skirt.

Actually, the bride saw the lustful looks and teasing behavior of her husband and the senior, and knew that her private parts were being seen by the senior. A sense of exposure pleasure quickly swept through her body. Coupled with the fact that her good time had been interrupted halfway when her husband woke up, her body and mind were both restless, and she was even more aroused.

After only two cups of tea, my junior's stomach started hurting again, and he rushed to the bathroom. His newlywed wife and I followed him

, offering our concerned greetings. I, already unable to contain my excitement, stood by the bathroom door in their bedroom. I boldly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and attacked from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The thrill of the clandestine act made her both nervous and excited. Her still-wet vaginal fluids made penetration easy. Even though I was being careful, sounds of intercourse still escaped. Separated only by the bathroom door, I felt a euphoric, almost melting sensation as I passionately and tenderly fucked my junior's beautiful wife. The

bride, afraid to make a sound, groaned softly… occasionally letting out long gasps.

This tense and exciting intercourse, with rapid rubbing of our genitals, led to my ejaculation in less than five minutes. My scalding semen shot into her vagina, and she, still unsatisfied, vigorously shook her hips, utterly lewd to the core.

She used my still-erect penis to rub her vulva, her greedy and lewd appearance truly unforgettable.

Finally, she ejaculated too.

When I pulled out, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband rinsed off, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to cover his genitals, and, without bothering to clean himself, hastily threw them into the trash can—a close call!

Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.

I pulled the thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my hand, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent, just like the lingering scent on my penis.

I'll miss this junior, I think...

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