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My ex-wife's friend is sweet and beautiful, and I half-heartedly went along with it... 

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That year , my ex-wife

Pingping and I divorced reluctantly, with the consent of both our parents. After signing the divorce papers, I fell into a slump, lost my motivation to work, and stayed home all the time. After all, no one gets married with the mindset that if things don't work out, they can always get a divorce.

About three months later, I received a call from Ms. Pang, a friend of Pingping's. She said that Pingping had something for her to give me. I had met Ms. Pang a few times. I remembered that she was about 164 cm tall, neither fat nor thin, and quite good-looking. I didn't know anything else about her. I arranged to have her deliver it to my place at 2 p.m.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was July, and quite hot. I usually go shirtless at home, wearing only jeans at most. When I heard the bell, I quickly threw on a denim jacket without buttoning it and went to open the door. When I opened the door, Ms. Pang was standing there. She was probably coming from the company. She had put on some makeup, was wearing a beige suit, and high heels, looking much better than usual. She probably didn't expect me to only be wearing a shirt, revealing my bare, muscular chest, and she was stunned for a moment. To my surprise, the woman standing next to her was about 163 cm tall, with long, flowing hair (I've always liked girls with long hair), an oval face, fair skin, a straight nose, and small, perfectly proportioned lips with a smile. Her bright eyes looked at me curiously. She was shirtless, her eyes showing a hint of shyness, her radiance serene yet incredibly beautiful. Her unmade-up face was even more striking than Ms. Pang's when she was made up. I had never seen her before. Ms. Pang introduced her as Zhou Yiwen, a good friend of Pingping, who worked as a secretary at a large company. I was surprised that in my year-long marriage with Pingping, I had never met her, nor even heard of her name. Otherwise, I could never forget a woman who could make a man's heart race.

I took a toy bell from Miss Pang, who said it was a gift from Pingping to her son who was still in swaddling clothes (her son was very cute and was being fostered by his mother at the time, but it's irrelevant to the plot, so I won't go into details here). Throughout the whole process, Zhou Yiwen didn't say a word except for staring at me with a slightly curious smile. Even when Miss Pang introduced her, she just smiled and nodded. But as we were leaving, perhaps subconsciously, she turned her head and glanced shyly at my muscular chest, giving a bashful smile. The saying goes, "A smile that turns heads is captivating," and her smile instantly swept away my gloom of the past few days. What a beautiful, charming, and mysterious woman! Looking at her back, I noticed that she was wearing a beige suit that was a shade lighter than Miss Pang's, a standard OL-style pencil skirt about ten centimeters above the knee, dark beige high heels, and sheer flesh-colored stockings that accentuated her long, slender, and perfectly proportioned legs. My heart immediately started racing, but before I could get a good look at them, they had already entered the elevator. Before entering the elevator, Zhou Yiwen turned back and glanced at me again, and only then did I regret not inviting them in.

Back in the living room, I sat down somewhat blankly, my mind replaying Zhou Yiwen's serene and beautiful smile, and the alluring legs beneath her skirt. Ah! Zhou Yiwen, if only I could kiss your rosy lips and caress your smooth, rounded legs, how wonderful that would be.

For the next week, Yiwen's captivating image frequently appeared in my mind—but she was a friend of my ex-wife Pingping, and I dared not even entertain any other improper thoughts. One

late night, I was reading in bed when the phone rang. I answered it casually, and a strange, delicate, and slightly shy woman's voice came through.

Woman: Is Mr. X there?

I said: This is me! Who are you?

Woman: I'm Zhou Yiwen, do you remember me?

Hearing it was Zhou Yiwen, I immediately perked up, even though I was a little drowsy.

I said, "I remember...you came here with Miss Pang that day...

" Yiwen: "Yes! Thank you for remembering me...I called you today because I wanted to talk to you about..."

Yiwen is quite a busybody; she gently advised me to get back together with my ex-wife on the phone, listing all her good points. I've long since lost all feelings for her, and my friends don't dare mention her in front of me.

If it weren't for a beautiful woman like Yiwen talking to me about my ex-wife, I probably would have hung up long ago. I just rambled on about whatever she was talking about, just wanting to talk to her a little more. She seemed to enjoy chatting with me, so she didn't realize when I brought up my ex-wife.

In the quiet of the night, as we chatted more and more familiarly, the conversation turned to my sex life with my ex-wife. She told me that Pingping had told her that my penis was very large. Wow! Pingping even told her about my 17.5 cm long and egg-thick penis, which shows how close they were.

Since she knew everything,

I asked more boldly: "What about women? I've heard that the smaller a woman's mouth, the smaller and tighter her vagina is, is that true?"

She blushed: "I don't know!"

I said: "Zhou Yiwen! I remember your mouth is very small, so you…"

She quickly said: "Don't ask me, I don't know…"

I didn't let her avoid the question: "Didn't your boyfriend say anything?" (A beauty like her couldn't possibly not have a boyfriend!)

Perhaps unwilling to let me know her size, she said timidly in a very low voice: "It always hurts when I have sex with him, he says… it's very tight!"

I said, "So, your vagina is small and tight, just like your mouth?"

She seemed a little nervous: "Don't ask... (adding another sentence) Maybe!"

I took this opportunity to talk to her more deeply about sex, mentioning that I used to have sex with Pingping for over an hour every time. Unexpectedly, Yiwen said she already knew.

She was very curious: "How can a man last so long? When you say over an hour, do you mean from... from penetration?"

I said, "Yes? How long do you and your boyfriend usually do it?"

She was a little shy and embarrassed to say, "His... the longest he's ever lasted is only about fifteen minutes!"


I said, "Only fifteen minutes? Do you ever have an orgasm like that?"

She became even more shy: "No... no, every time I just start to feel it, he finishes!

" I said, "So, you rarely have orgasms?"

She sounded a little resentful: "I can say I've never..."

I said: "Oh! That's a pity. Is it because you're too tight, so he can't handle the stimulation and ejaculates quickly?

" Yiwen said with a bit of pride: "Maybe! He often travels abroad, so we haven't done it many times... I don't really like doing that kind of thing..."

I said: "If you've ever tried it for more than an hour, and had at least five orgasms each time, I'm afraid you'd want to do it every day..."

She sounded a little breathless on the phone: "Never tried it! I don't know..."

I risked being hung up on by her and said: "Then would you like to try having a penis as big as mine thrusting in and out of your vagina for more than an hour?"

She probably couldn't take it, or was really angry: "How can you talk to me so boldly? Don't forget I'm Pingping's good friend..."

I quickly said: "I'm sorry! I just... "

She said: "Never mind! It's too late, I have to go to work tomorrow, I can't talk anymore...

Before I could say anything more, she hung up, leaving me sleepless that night.

The next afternoon, the phone rang. Unexpectedly, it was Yi-Wen again. She seemed to have forgotten how deeply we'd talked about sex the night before, only asking me what I'd thought about it. Was I willing to get back together with Ping-Ping?

At that moment, I just wanted to see her one more time, so I said I'd think it over carefully, but hoped she could come to my house to talk if she had anything to say. She said she'd call me after work and then hung up.

After 5 pm, I kept checking the time, glued to the phone. When friends called, I said I had something important to say, forcing them to hang up immediately. My friends were baffled—what important thing could a divorced, unemployed man have! I waited until 7:30 p.m., but Wen still hadn't called. I thought to myself, she probably guessed my intentions and was going to scalp me. Just as I was regretting that I had been so bold last night and scared her, the phone rang.

Yiwen: Hello! Sorry! I worked overtime today, just finished...

I said: Have you had dinner?

Yiwen: Yes, the company ordered it...

I asked nervously: Are you free now?

Yiwen: I'll be there in half an hour!

I was overjoyed: OK!

After hanging up, I immediately tidied up the living room. My place has been carefully decorated. I adjusted the lights to the most romantic level, played soft and elegant music from the stereo, and then quickly took a shower. Just as I finished getting everything ready, the doorbell rang.

As the door opened, Yiwen stood in the doorway, dressed entirely in white. She wore a white suit jacket over a light pink shirt, a white skirt, and white high heels. Only her eyes, eyebrows, and hair were black, along with a touch of red on her alluring lips. It was clear she was wearing makeup; besides her radiant appearance that day, the makeup enhanced her beauty. I was stunned, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

I stammered, "Please...please come in..."

Yiwen smiled serenely, her eyebrows and eyes lightly brushing against my already blouse-covered chest, before she confidently entered the living room. From behind, I caught a glimpse of her snow-white, shapely legs beneath her white skirt, encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings, making me even more tempted to provoke her.

I said, "You don't need to take your shoes off on the floor here...what would you like to drink?

" She looked around my living room and asked, "Do you have coffee?"

I said, "Coming right away!"

While I was making coffee at the small bar, I saw her already seated on the sofa, her right leg naturally crossed over her left. Her white mini-skirt seemed even shorter than the beige one from the other day. From my angle at the bar, I could almost see her entire bare right leg—long, shapely, and snow-white, her smooth, rounded legs appearing even more lustrous under her flesh-colored sheer stockings. I wanted to bite them, or bury my face in those beautiful legs.

I regretted throwing away all my sleeping pills a few days ago. Why did I even try to quit? Otherwise, I could have put one in my coffee and be in heaven tonight.

Lost in my thoughts, I handed the coffee to Yiwen. She smiled, took it, and took a sip.

She said, "You're very good at decorating!"

I said, "So-so!"

She noticed my gaze lingering on her exposed thighs and subconsciously shifted her hips, subtly pulling her skirt down a little.

I laughed: "Afraid I'll see?"

She looked a little nervous and embarrassed: "What's so interesting...it's hideous!"

I teased: "I'm sure your male colleagues at work wouldn't be in the mood to work if they saw you dressed like this..."

She seemed to agree: "Just ignore them..."

After that, we were both speechless for a moment. Yiwen seemed to have forgotten that the reason we had arranged to meet at my house earlier that day was to talk about persuading me to get back together with my ex-wife. The living room was dimly lit, and beautiful music filled the air. I went to dim the lights a little more.

She looked a little nervous: "Why did you dim the lights so much?"

I sat down closer to her and said: "Nothing! Don't you think it makes the atmosphere better?" "And if it's a little darker, I won't be shy!"

She said, "You're shy? Who are you kidding... Mmm!"

Before she could finish speaking, my lips were already pressed against her soft lips. To my surprise, she immediately stuck out her tongue for me to suck on. Apart from the music, the living room was completely silent, except for the occasional smacking sounds of me and Yiwen kissing and exchanging saliva.

We sucked on each other's tongues, our tongues intertwining wildly. My hand reached inside her coat, touching her breasts through her light pink shirt. I was surprised to find that she had quite large breasts; I estimated them to be over 32C. At this moment, she trembled all over. When my hand unbuttoned her shirt and slipped inside her bra, covering her already hardened nipples, she struggled even more nervously.

She pushed my hand away forcefully: "Don't do this, I'm Pingping's friend..."

Before she could finish speaking, my lips sealed her tempting, cherry-like mouth again. Although she continued to kiss me passionately, she tightened her grip on her shirt, preventing me from crossing the line. I used a diversionary tactic, quickly slipping my other hand inside her skirt and caressing her protruding vulva. My middle finger, through her pantyhose and thin, transparent thong, circled and gently poked her labia.

She tried to push away my intruding hand, but my free hand held her tightly, rendering her powerless. Suddenly, her lips warmed, and a gush of saliva flowed from her mouth, filling my mouth. Her beautiful legs clamped tightly around my hand between her thighs. I felt her vulva heat up too; a trickle of lustful fluid flowed through her transparent panties, warm, slippery, and sticky—it felt wonderful to touch.

At this moment, Yiwen probably still remembered she was my ex-wife's good friend, and with a sliver of remaining reason, she tried to push me away.

She pushed me: "No, we can't do this… um!"

I silenced her with a kiss, pressed her against the sofa, and pulled out my long-suppressed, erect penis. I grabbed her pantyhose and panties and pulled them down to her calves. Before she could react, my penis was already pressed against her wet, slippery labia.

She screamed, "No!"

She twisted her waist forcefully, and my penis, only half-inserted, immediately slipped out. After all, she was my ex-wife's good friend, and I didn't dare force her. I immediately got up, sitting silently and regretfully to the side. She quickly pulled up her pantyhose and panties, which had been pulled down to her calves. Unexpectedly, after straightening her clothes, she didn't get up and leave. Instead, she lowered her head guiltily.

She glanced at me and whispered, "I'm sorry!" "I'm sorry to disappoint you..."

I didn't say anything. Because of the dim lighting, and because I was a little angry, I didn't pull my jeans back up, which were down to my knees. So my large penis remained erect. She glanced at it and shyly lowered her head.

She said softly, "Are you sad right now?"

I said irritably, "What do you think?"

She said, "Haven't you done anything since the divorce?"

I said angrily, "We argued every day for the first three months of the divorce, what's the point of doing anything!"

She said apologetically, "So, you haven't done it for almost half a year? Have you been taking care of

it yourself?" I said, "Or who would help me?"

She lowered her head and remained silent, thinking for a moment, "I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have... Otherwise, should I help you with my hand?"

I said, "Can't I use my hand myself?"

She said, "So what do you want? You want me to do it with you... No way!"

I had given up hope on her and deliberately provoked her: "Don't women have two mouths, one up and one down? If your down mouth won't help me, won't your up mouth either?"

She was stunned for a long time. I turned my head away from her, but I felt her quietly turn her head to look at my erect penis. In the dim light, a drop of glistening lubricant flowed from the head of my penis. To my surprise, she slowly leaned forward, lowering her head and slowly approaching my large penis. Her long, straight hair brushed against my bare thighs, sending shivers down my spine—it felt so good. Suddenly, my glans was taken into her warm, moist lips. Her tender tongue gently licked the urethral opening of my glans. I almost screamed. I gasped for breath, my glans swelling even more. I saw that her small mouth was open as wide as it could to contain my large glans.

I couldn't help but say, "Swallow it a little deeper..."

She tried her best to open her mouth wide and swallow, but could only manage to swallow about a centimeter below the glans, with most of it still sticking out. Her small hands gripped my penis from top to bottom, leaving a portion exposed. Her saliva dripped down my penis, and her warm, moist tongue circled around the glans, occasionally touching the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. My heart started racing again; the pleasure was like flying to the clouds, an exhilarating and wonderful feeling.

She made muffled sounds: "Yours is really big."

Because she was kneeling on the sofa sucking my penis, her beautiful thighs were exposed outside her skirt. I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her thighs again. Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist. I slipped my hand between her thighs, moving from the inside of her thighs towards her groin. I could feel her thigh muscles twitching wherever my hand touched. I continued until I reached her groin, and through her pantyhose and thong, I discovered that her vulva was already soaking wet. I quietly pulled down her pantyhose and her already wet thong.

She symbolically pushed me away with one hand and mumbled, "You promised, we can't do this..."

I said, "Don't worry!" As long as you can suck it out for me, I will absolutely not force you to do it...

As I spoke, I took off her pantyhose and panties. She nodded and continued to suck my penis, her head moving up and down energetically, which moved me quite a bit.

When my middle finger gently entered her wet vagina, her whole body trembled, her face turned red, and she breathed heavily. The warm breath from her mouth made my glans feel as if it were immersed in a warm flesh cave, making all the pores on my body open up in comfort.

Her vagina was indeed as she said, tight and narrow, and the warm tender flesh hugged my middle finger tightly, as if there was suction, swallowing my middle finger deep into her womb. When the fingertips touched the center of her clitoris, her thighs clamped my hand again, and a hot stream spurted out. My middle finger was soaked by the hot stream and was so beautiful that I knew she had her first orgasm.

When she climaxed, the temperature in her mouth seemed to suddenly increase. My glans was about to reach its peak under her soft and warm swallowing. I immediately took a deep breath and tried not to ejaculate. Fortunately, she suddenly let go. Otherwise, I might not be able to keep hundreds of millions of sperm if I didn't hold back any longer.

She made a grimace: My mouth is so sore, why don't you come out?

I was a little proud: Didn’t I say it would take at least an hour?

She looked pitiful, her bright eyes hazy: "You... I knew I shouldn't have agreed to help you..."

I said: "If you help me, I'll help you too..."

Before she could understand, I suddenly flipped her over. With a scream, she was lying flat on the three-seater sofa. I forcefully spread her soft thighs, lowered my head, and opened my mouth to suck on her wet labia. I could feel that she wanted to scream too; her thigh muscles tensed instantly. My tongue was already inside her vagina, the tip swirling against the vaginal walls. She strained... The suppressed moans sounded even more arousing. I gently parted her labia and stretched my tongue as far as possible until it touched a small, round lump of tender flesh. I knew I had touched the most sensitive part of a woman's clitoris, also known as the flower heart. She moaned loudly, her thighs tightly wrapped around my head, her vulva thrusting upwards repeatedly, while her hands pressed down on my head, as if she were making love to my tongue, wishing I would stuff my whole head into her alluring hole.

At that moment, I felt a warmth on my tongue; a slightly hot, scalding flow gushed from her clitoris onto my tongue, a slightly sour and fishy sensation. I opened my mouth and swallowed the fluid. She probably knew I had swallowed her fluid, or perhaps she was also overcome with passion, because she opened her mouth again and took my still-erect penis in, continuing to suckle.

After her second orgasm, I removed her white skirt, white top, and shirt. She spat out my penis.

She tensed up again: "You said you wouldn't do it!"

I said: "I'm afraid of getting my clothes dirty!"

She remained silent, allowing me to undress her completely. I immediately stripped off my own clothes, and we were now completely naked. She sat on the sofa, shyly lowering her head. In the soft light, her long hair was disheveled, her breasts, exceeding 32C, stood erect, her delicate face framed by a low chin, her bright eyes seemed veiled by a layer of mist, a bead of sweat on her straight nose, and her slightly parted mouth as she breathed softly. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

I stood before her, my erect penis, over 90 degrees, right in front of her. She parted her lips slightly, gently took my glans in her mouth, and then lowered her head again. I knelt down and gently took her beautiful nipple into my mouth. The pinkish-brown nipple was already hard as a cherry. I gently sucked on that cherry, and she moaned, unconsciously hugging my head, pressing my face tightly against her breast. As her body trembled with excitement, I pushed her down. I wouldn't be satisfied with just that. Gently, I parted her snow-white, rounded legs. She resisted for a moment, perhaps at that moment, lust had surpassed reason, and she had abandoned her identity as my ex-wife's friend. She

obediently opened her pink thighs, and I gently pushed the head of my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. Even after only the head was inside, I saw her lower abdomen bulge. So tight! She clearly wasn't experienced.

She moaned, "It hurts!" "Be gentle..."

I said, "Relax and it won't hurt!"

She murmured, her voice hazy: "Mmm..."

Fortunately, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, incredibly slippery, making it easy for my large penis to enter. I slowly inserted my penis deep into her tight vagina. I pulled her upper body up, gesturing for her to look down. Her bright, hazy eyes shyly watched as my thick, long penis was gradually swallowed by her vagina. When my penis was fully inserted, my glans rubbed tightly against her clitoris. She shyly raised her two alluring legs and wrapped them around my waist. The rise and fall of my lower body, the faster my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, the pleasurable sensation made Yiwen's two beautiful legs wrap around my waist tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to become one with me.

I panted: "Is it comfortable?"

She groaned and nodded: "Mmm..."

I said: "Do you want me to hurry up?"

She nodded: "Mmm..."

My large penis began to thrust forcefully and violently into her tight vagina.

She couldn't help but cry out: "Ah~ Ah~ So big... I can't take it..."

I kissed her and asked her: "Have you been wanting to have sex with me for a long time?"

I deliberately used the vulgar word "sex" to provoke her.

She was still reserved, panting and saying: "Don't use that word, I... I've never wanted to do it with you..."

I said: "I don't believe you, if you don't tell the truth, I'll make you pay..."

As I spoke, I reached out and grabbed her beautiful buttocks, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina, all the way in each time. She couldn't take it anymore.

She groaned loudly: "Don't do this... Ah~"

I continued to press: "Tell me! Last night we talked about having sex, did you want to have sex with me then?"

She gasped for breath, speechless: ...

I thrust rapidly: Will you tell me or not?

She couldn't hold back any longer: No... Ah~ no...

I'm a little angry, still pretending even now: You really won't tell me?

My large penis stopped thrusting, my hands gripped her buttocks tighter, the head of my penis pressed against her clitoris, rubbing vigorously, the intense stimulation causing her to experience wave after wave of orgasms, her juices gushing out and flowing down her buttocks.

She cried out: Ah... I mean, before last night, the first time I saw you... your naked breasts, I... I wanted to do it with you...

I was overjoyed: Do what?

She thrust her vulva in response: Make love!

I said: Say fucking!

Her vagina gripped my penis tightly: Oh~ fucking!

I pressed her further: Say it more clearly!

Her two beautiful legs wrapped tightly around my waist, feeling like they were about to break it. She moaned shyly, "Let's have sex! The first time I saw your naked breasts at the door, I wanted to have sex with you! Ahh~ so good…"

I stared intently at her: "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

She had completely relaxed: "Mmm… I want you to fuck me… fuck me hard… I like you to fuck me hard…"

By this time, Yiwen and I had completely abandoned our worldly pretenses, passionately thrusting in and out, wishing our genitals could become one. Our tongues intertwined, sucking and swallowing each other's saliva. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and gasped, her vulva thrusting upwards rapidly, her hands pressing down on my buttocks. I knew her orgasm was approaching again. I held her buttocks tightly, pushing my large penis even deeper. My glans rubbed against her clitoris, feeling her tight vagina contracting like a spasm, the tender flesh around her uterus gripping the neck of my penis, making a faint throbbing sensation. Pain! A surge of heat suddenly erupted from her flower core, drenching my glans. My penis felt as if it had merged with her vagina, enveloped by her tight vaginal walls. The soft flesh of her vaginal walls contracted and writhed incessantly, sucking at my penis. At that moment, I could no longer hold back. Like a flash flood, thick streams of semen shot into her flower core. She wrapped her limbs around my body, holding me close and opening her small mouth wide to kiss me deeply. Her uterus trembled and sucked incessantly, swallowing every last drop of my semen. We were entwined on the sofa, neither of us wanting to separate.

That night, after washing up in the bathroom, Yiwen and I went to the bedroom and made love all night until dawn, having sex three times. She was late for work the next day and called me at noon to complain, saying her vagina had never experienced such a passionate and intense battle as the night before. When she went to the restroom at work, she found her labia and vagina were a little red and swollen. I had to comfort her gently, saying I would be gentler next time and wouldn't let her suffer.

She said, "You want a next time? Don't dream about it!"

Poor thing, she stayed up until the end of the workday with dark circles under her eyes. Then my doorbell rang again; it was Yiwen fulfilling my dream.

Since the beautiful and radiant Yiwen and I had our intimate encounter, she never mentioned Pingping to me again. She even informed me beforehand when her boyfriend asked her to meet him. She also declared that after having sex with me, she would never let her boyfriend touch a hair on her head again. We would meet whenever we had free time, and naturally, our genitals would be connected. Once, at dusk, we were strolling in the park when, on a whim, we went to a secluded spot under a tree. She boldly lifted her short skirt, wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, and we had sex. That year

, my ex-wife

Pingping and I divorced reluctantly, with the consent of both our parents. After signing the divorce papers, I fell into a slump, lost my motivation to work, and stayed home all the time. After all, no one gets married with the mindset that if things don't work out, they can always get a divorce.

About three months later, I received a call from Ms. Pang, a friend of Pingping's. She said that Pingping had something for her to give me. I had met Ms. Pang a few times. I remembered that she was about 164 cm tall, neither fat nor thin, and quite good-looking. I didn't know anything else about her. I arranged to have her deliver it to my place at 2 p.m.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was July, and quite hot. I usually go shirtless at home, wearing only jeans at most. When I heard the bell, I quickly threw on a denim jacket without buttoning it and went to open the door. When I opened the door, Ms. Pang was standing there. She was probably coming from the company. She had put on some makeup, was wearing a beige suit, and high heels, looking much better than usual. She probably didn't expect me to only be wearing a shirt, revealing my bare, muscular chest, and she was stunned for a moment. To my surprise, the woman standing next to her was about 163 cm tall, with long, flowing hair (I've always liked girls with long hair), an oval face, fair skin, a straight nose, and small, perfectly proportioned lips with a smile. Her bright eyes looked at me curiously. She was shirtless, her eyes showing a hint of shyness, her radiance serene yet incredibly beautiful. Her unmade-up face was even more striking than Ms. Pang's when she was made up. I had never seen her before. Ms. Pang introduced her as Zhou Yiwen, a good friend of Pingping, who worked as a secretary at a large company. I was surprised that in my year-long marriage with Pingping, I had never met her, nor even heard of her name. Otherwise, I could never forget a woman who could make a man's heart race.

I took a toy bell from Miss Pang, who said it was a gift from Pingping to her son who was still in swaddling clothes (her son was very cute and was being fostered by his mother at the time, but it's irrelevant to the plot, so I won't go into details here). Throughout the whole process, Zhou Yiwen didn't say a word except for staring at me with a slightly curious smile. Even when Miss Pang introduced her, she just smiled and nodded. But as we were leaving, perhaps subconsciously, she turned her head and glanced shyly at my muscular chest, giving a bashful smile. The saying goes, "A smile that turns heads is captivating," and her smile instantly swept away my gloom of the past few days. What a beautiful, charming, and mysterious woman! Looking at her back, I noticed that she was wearing a beige suit that was a shade lighter than Miss Pang's, a standard OL-style pencil skirt about ten centimeters above the knee, dark beige high heels, and sheer flesh-colored stockings that accentuated her long, slender, and perfectly proportioned legs. My heart immediately started racing, but before I could get a good look at them, they had already entered the elevator. Before entering the elevator, Zhou Yiwen turned back and glanced at me again, and only then did I regret not inviting them in.

Back in the living room, I sat down somewhat blankly, my mind replaying Zhou Yiwen's serene and beautiful smile, and the alluring legs beneath her skirt. Ah! Zhou Yiwen, if only I could kiss your rosy lips and caress your smooth, rounded legs, how wonderful that would be.

For the next week, Yiwen's captivating image frequently appeared in my mind—but she was a friend of my ex-wife Pingping, and I dared not even entertain any other improper thoughts. One

late night, I was reading in bed when the phone rang. I answered it casually, and a strange, delicate, and slightly shy woman's voice came through.

Woman: Is Mr. X there?

I said: This is me! Who are you?

Woman: I'm Zhou Yiwen, do you remember me?

Hearing it was Zhou Yiwen, I immediately perked up, even though I was a little drowsy.

I said, "I remember...you came here with Miss Pang that day...

" Yiwen: "Yes! Thank you for remembering me...I called you today because I wanted to talk to you about..."

Yiwen is quite a busybody; she gently advised me to get back together with my ex-wife on the phone, listing all her good points. I've long since lost all feelings for her, and my friends don't dare mention her in front of me.

If it weren't for a beautiful woman like Yiwen talking to me about my ex-wife, I probably would have hung up long ago. I just rambled on about whatever she was talking about, just wanting to talk to her a little more. She seemed to enjoy chatting with me, so she didn't realize when I brought up my ex-wife.

In the quiet of the night, as we chatted more and more familiarly, the conversation turned to my sex life with my ex-wife. She told me that Pingping had told her that my penis was very large. Wow! Pingping even told her about my 17.5 cm long and egg-thick penis, which shows how close they were.

Since she knew everything,

I asked more boldly: "What about women? I've heard that the smaller a woman's mouth, the smaller and tighter her vagina is, is that true?"

She blushed: "I don't know!"

I said: "Zhou Yiwen! I remember your mouth is very small, so you…"

She quickly said: "Don't ask me, I don't know…"

I didn't let her avoid the question: "Didn't your boyfriend say anything?" (A beauty like her couldn't possibly not have a boyfriend!)

Perhaps unwilling to let me know her size, she said timidly in a very low voice: "It always hurts when I have sex with him, he says… it's very tight!"

I said, "So, your vagina is small and tight, just like your mouth?"

She seemed a little nervous: "Don't ask... (adding another sentence) Maybe!"

Taking this opportunity, I talked to her about more intimate sexual matters, mentioning that I used to have sex with Pingping for over an hour each time. Unexpectedly, Yiwen said she already knew.

She was curious: "How can a man last so long? When you say over an hour, do you mean from... from penetration?"

I said: "Yes? How long does your boyfriend usually last?"

She was a little shy and embarrassed, saying: "His... the longest he's ever lasted is only about fifteen minutes!"

I said: "Only fifteen minutes? Do you even have an orgasm like that?"

She became even more shy: No...no, he always finishes just as I start to feel it!

I said: So you rarely have orgasms?

She sounded a little resentful: I could say I've never...

I said: Oh! That's a pity. Is it because you're too tight, so he can't handle the stimulation and ejaculates quickly?

Yiwen said with a bit of pride: Maybe! He often travels abroad, so we don't do it very often...I don't really like doing that kind of thing...

I said: If you've ever tried more than an hour, and had at least five orgasms each time, I'm afraid you'd want to do it every day...

She sounded a little breathless on the phone: I've never tried it! I don't know...

I risked being hung up on by her and said: Then would you like to try having a penis as big as mine thrusting in and out of your vagina for more than an hour?

She probably couldn't stand it, or was genuinely angry: How could you talk to me so boldly? Don't forget I'm Pingping's good friend…

I quickly said: I'm sorry! I just…

She said: Never mind! It's too late, I have to go to work tomorrow, let's not talk anymore…

Before I could say anything more, she hung up the phone, leaving me sleepless that night.

The next afternoon, the phone rang, and unexpectedly it was Yiwen calling again. She seemed to have forgotten how deep our sexual conversation had been the night before, and only asked me what I had thought about? Was I willing to get back together with Pingping?

At that time, I just wanted to see her one more time, so I said I would think about it carefully, but hoped that she could come to my house to talk if she had anything to say. She said she would call me after work and then hung up.

After 5 PM, I kept checking the time and keeping an eye on the phone. When friends called, I'd say it was important and force them to hang up immediately. My friends were baffled—what important thing could a divorced, unemployed man have? I waited until 7:30 PM, but Yiwen still hadn't called. I thought to myself, she probably guessed my intentions and was going to cancel. Just as I was regretting my bold and direct words last night that startled her, the phone rang.

Yiwen: Hello! Sorry! I worked overtime today, just finished…

I said: Have you had dinner?

Yiwen: Yes, the company ordered…

I nervously asked: Are you free now?

Yiwen: I'll be there in half an hour!

I was overjoyed: OK!

After hanging up the phone, I immediately tidied up the living room. My place has been carefully decorated; I adjusted the lights to the most romantic level, played soft, elegant music from the stereo, and then quickly took a shower. Just as I finished getting everything ready, the doorbell rang.

The door opened, and Yiwen stood there, dressed in all white—a white suit jacket over a light pink shirt, a white skirt, and white high heels. Only her eyes, eyebrows, and hair were black, along with a touch of red on her alluring lips. It was clear she was wearing makeup; besides her radiant appearance that day, the makeup enhanced her beauty even more. I was stunned; my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

I stammered, "Please...please come in..."

Wenxian smiled calmly, her eyebrows and eyes lightly brushing against my chest, which was already covered by my shirt, as she confidently walked into the living room. From behind, I could see her snow-white, rounded legs under her white miniskirt, encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings, making me even more tempted to make a move.

I said, "You don't need to take your shoes off on the floor here...what would you like to drink?"

She looked around my living room and said, "Do you have coffee?"

I said, "Coming right away!"

As I was making coffee at the small bar, I saw her already seated on the sofa, her right leg naturally crossed over her left. Her white mini-skirt seemed even shorter than the beige one from the other day. From my angle at the bar, I could almost see her entire bare right leg—long, shapely, and snow-white, her smooth, rounded legs appearing even more lustrous under her flesh-colored sheer stockings. I wanted to bite them, or bury my face in those beautiful legs, rubbing it against them.

I regretted throwing away all my sleeping pills a few days ago. Why did I even bother quitting sleeping pills? Otherwise, if I put one in my coffee now, I could be in heaven tonight.

Lost in thought, I handed the coffee to Yiwen. She smiled, took it, and took a sip.

She said, "You're really good at decorating!"

I said, "So-so!"

She noticed my gaze lingering on her exposed thighs, and subconsciously shifted her hips, subtly pulling her skirt down a little.

I laughed: "Afraid I'll see?"

She looked a little nervous and embarrassed: "What's so interesting...it's hideous!"

I teased: "I'm sure your male colleagues at work wouldn't be in the mood to work if they saw you dressed like this..."

She seemed to agree silently: "Just ignore them..."

After saying that, we were both speechless for a moment. Yiwen seemed to have forgotten that the reason we had arranged to meet at my home earlier that day was to talk about persuading me to get back together with my ex-wife. The living room was dimly lit, and beautiful music filled the air. I went to dim the lights a little more.

She looked a little nervous: "Why did you dim the lights so much?"

I sat down closer to her and said: "Nothing! Don't you think it makes the atmosphere better?" "And if it's a little darker, I won't be shy!"

She said, "You're shy? Who are you kidding... Mmm!"

Before she could finish speaking, my lips were already pressed against her soft lips. To my surprise, she immediately stuck out her tongue for me to suck on. Apart from the music, the living room was completely silent, except for the occasional smacking sounds of me and Yiwen kissing and exchanging saliva.

We sucked on each other's tongues, our tongues intertwining wildly. My hand reached inside her coat, touching her breasts through her light pink shirt. I was surprised to find that she had quite large breasts; I estimated them to be over 32C. At this moment, she trembled all over. When my hand unbuttoned her shirt and slipped inside her bra, covering her already hardened nipples, she struggled even more nervously.

She pushed my hand away forcefully: "Don't do this, I'm Pingping's friend..."

Before she could finish speaking, my lips sealed her tempting, cherry-like mouth again. Although she continued to kiss me passionately, she tightened her grip on her shirt, preventing me from crossing the line. I used a diversionary tactic, quickly slipping my other hand inside her skirt and caressing her protruding vulva. My middle finger, through her pantyhose and thin, transparent thong, circled and gently poked her labia.

She tried to push away my intruding hand, but my free hand held her tightly, rendering her powerless. Suddenly, her lips warmed, and a gush of saliva flowed from her mouth, filling my mouth. Her beautiful legs clamped tightly around my hand between her thighs. I felt her vulva heat up too; a trickle of lustful fluid flowed through her transparent panties, warm, slippery, and sticky—it felt wonderful to touch.

At this moment, Yiwen probably still remembered she was my ex-wife's good friend, and with a sliver of remaining reason, she tried to push me away.

She pushed me: "No, we can't do this… um!"

I silenced her with a kiss, pressed her against the sofa, and pulled out my long-suppressed, erect penis. I grabbed her pantyhose and panties and pulled them down to her calves. Before she could react, my penis was already pressed against her wet, slippery labia.

She screamed, "No!"

She twisted her waist forcefully, and my penis, only half-inserted, immediately slipped out. After all, she was my ex-wife's good friend, and I didn't dare force her. I immediately got up, sitting silently and regretfully to the side. She quickly pulled up her pantyhose and panties, which had been pulled down to her calves. Unexpectedly, after straightening her clothes, she didn't get up and leave. Instead, she lowered her head guiltily.

She glanced at me and whispered, "I'm sorry!" I'm sorry to disappoint you...

I didn't speak. Because of the dim lighting, and because I was a bit angry, I didn't pull my jeans back up, which were down to my knees. So my large penis remained erect.

She glanced at it and shyly lowered her head. She said softly, "Are you sad right now?"

I said irritably, "What do you think?"

She said, "Haven't you done anything since the divorce?"

I said angrily, "We argued every day for the first three months of the divorce, what's the point of doing anything!"

She said apologetically, "So, you haven't done it for almost half a year? Have you been taking care

of it yourself?" I said, "Or who would help me?"

She lowered her head and remained silent, thinking for a moment, "I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have... Otherwise, how about I help you with my hand?"

I said, "Can't I use my hand myself?"

She said, "Then what do you want?" "You want me to do it with you... No way!"

I had given up hope on her and deliberately provoked her: "Don't women have two mouths, one above and one below? If your lower mouth won't help me, won't your upper mouth do too?"

She was stunned for a long time. I turned my head away from her, but I felt her quietly turn her head to look at my erect penis. In the dim light, a drop of glistening lubricant flowed from the head of my penis. To my surprise, she slowly leaned forward, lowering her head and slowly approaching my large penis. Her long, straight hair brushed against my bare thighs, sending shivers down my spine—it felt so good. Suddenly, my glans was taken into her warm, moist lips. Her tender tongue gently licked the urethral opening of my glans. I almost screamed. I gasped for breath, my glans swelling even more. I saw that her small mouth was open as wide as it could to contain my large glans.

I couldn't help but ask, "Swallow it a little deeper..."

She tried her best to open her mouth wide and swallow, but could only swallow about one centimeter below the glans, with most of it still outside. Her small hands held my penis up and down, leaving a section sticking out. Her saliva flowed down my penis, and her warm, wet tongue circled around my glans, occasionally touching the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. My heart started racing again. The feeling was like flying to the clouds, an exhilarating and wonderful feeling of boundless freedom.

She mumbled indistinctly, "Yours is really big."

Because she was kneeling on the sofa sucking my penis, her beautiful thighs were exposed outside her skirt. I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her thighs again. Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist. I slipped my hand between her thighs, moving from the inside of her thighs towards her groin. I felt her thigh muscles twitch wherever my hand touched. Reaching her groin, through her pantyhose and thong, I discovered that her vulva was already soaking wet. I quietly pulled down her pantyhose and her already wet thong.

She symbolically pushed me away with one hand, saying indistinctly, "You promised, we can't do…"

I said, "Don't worry!" As long as you can suck it out for me, I will absolutely not force you to do it...

As I spoke, I took off her pantyhose and panties. She nodded and continued to suck my penis, her head moving up and down energetically, which moved me quite a bit.

When my middle finger gently entered her wet vagina, her whole body trembled, her face turned red, and she breathed heavily. The warm breath from her mouth made my glans feel as if it were immersed in a warm flesh cave, making all the pores on my body open up in comfort.

Her vagina was indeed as she said, tight and narrow, and the warm tender flesh hugged my middle finger tightly, as if there was suction, swallowing my middle finger deep into her womb. When the fingertips touched the center of her clitoris, her thighs clamped my hand again, and a hot stream spurted out. My middle finger was soaked by the hot stream and was so beautiful that I knew she had her first orgasm.

When she climaxed, the temperature in her mouth seemed to suddenly increase. My glans was about to reach its peak under her soft and warm swallowing. I immediately took a deep breath and tried not to ejaculate. Fortunately, she suddenly let go. Otherwise, I might not be able to keep hundreds of millions of sperm if I didn't hold back any longer.

She made a grimace: My mouth is so sore, why don't you come out?

I was a little proud: Didn’t I say it would take at least an hour?

She looked pitiful, her bright eyes hazy: "You... I knew I shouldn't have agreed to help you..."

I said: "If you help me, I'll help you too..."

Before she could understand, I suddenly flipped her over. With a scream, she was lying flat on the three-seater sofa. I forcefully spread her soft thighs, lowered my head, and opened my mouth to suck on her wet labia. I could feel that she wanted to scream too; her thigh muscles tensed instantly. My tongue was already inside her vagina, the tip swirling against the vaginal walls. She strained... The suppressed moans sounded even more arousing. I gently parted her labia and stretched my tongue as far as possible until it touched a small, round lump of tender flesh. I knew I had touched the most sensitive part of a woman's clitoris, also known as the flower heart. She moaned loudly, her thighs tightly wrapped around my head, her vulva thrusting upwards repeatedly, while her hands pressed down on my head, as if she were making love to my tongue, wishing I would stuff my whole head into her alluring hole.

At that moment, I felt a warmth on my tongue; a slightly hot, scalding flow gushed from her clitoris onto my tongue, a slightly sour and fishy sensation. I opened my mouth and swallowed the fluid. She probably knew I had swallowed her fluid, or perhaps she was also overcome with passion, because she opened her mouth again and took my still-erect penis in, continuing to suckle.

After her second orgasm, I removed her white skirt, white top, and shirt. She spat out my penis.

She tensed up again: "You said you wouldn't do it!"

I said: "I'm afraid of getting my clothes dirty!"

She remained silent, allowing me to undress her completely. I immediately stripped off my own clothes, and we were now completely naked. She sat on the sofa, shyly lowering her head. In the soft light, her long hair was disheveled, her breasts, exceeding 32C, stood erect, her delicate face framed by a low chin, her bright eyes seemed veiled by a layer of mist, a bead of sweat on her straight nose, and her slightly parted mouth as she breathed softly. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

I stood before her, my erect penis, over 90 degrees, right in front of her. She parted her lips slightly, gently took my glans in her mouth, and then lowered her head again. I knelt down and gently took her beautiful nipple into my mouth. The pinkish-brown nipple was already hard as a cherry. I gently sucked on that cherry, and she moaned, unconsciously hugging my head, pressing my face tightly against her breast. As her body trembled with excitement, I pushed her down. I wouldn't be satisfied with just that. Gently, I parted her snow-white, rounded legs. She resisted for a moment, perhaps at that moment, lust had surpassed reason, and she had abandoned her identity as my ex-wife's friend. She

obediently opened her pink thighs, and I gently pushed the head of my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. Even after only the head was inside, I saw her lower abdomen bulge. So tight! She clearly wasn't experienced.

She moaned, "It hurts!" "Be gentle..."

I said, "Relax and it won't hurt!"

She murmured, her voice hazy: "Mmm..."

Fortunately, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, incredibly slippery, making it easy for my large penis to enter. I slowly inserted my penis deep into her tight vagina. I pulled her upper body up, gesturing for her to look down. Her bright, hazy eyes shyly watched as my thick, long penis was gradually swallowed by her vagina. When my penis was fully inserted, my glans rubbed tightly against her clitoris. She shyly raised her two alluring legs and wrapped them around my waist. The rise and fall of my lower body, the faster my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, the pleasurable sensation made Yiwen's two beautiful legs wrap around my waist tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to become one with me.

I panted: "Is it comfortable?"

She groaned and nodded: "Mmm..."

I said: "Should I hurry up?"

She nodded: "Mmm..."

My large penis began to thrust forcefully and violently into her tight vagina.

She couldn't help but cry out: "Ah~ Ah~ So big... I can't take it anymore..."

I kissed her and asked, "Have you been wanting to have sex with me for a long time?"

I deliberately used the vulgar word "sex" to provoke her.

She was still coy, panting, and said, "Don't use that word, I...I've never wanted to do it with you..."

I said, "I don't believe you. If you don't tell the truth, I'll make you pay..."

As I spoke, I reached out and grabbed her shapely buttocks, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina, all the way in each time. She couldn't take it anymore.

She groaned loudly, "Don't do this...ah~"

I continued to press, "Tell me! Last night we talked about having sex, did you want to have sex with me then?"

She was panting and silent: "..."

I thrust rapidly: "Will you tell me or not?"

She couldn't hold back anymore: "No...ah~no..."

I was a little angry, but even at this point she was still pretending: "You really won't tell me?"

My large penis stopped thrusting, and I held her buttocks even tighter, the head of my penis pressing against her clitoris, rubbing vigorously. The intense stimulation caused waves of orgasm to erupt in her, and her juices gushed out, flowing down her buttocks.

She cried out: "Ah... I mean, before last night, the first time I saw you... your naked breasts, I... I wanted to do it with you..."

I was overjoyed: "Do what?"

She thrust her vulva in response: "Make love!"

I said: "You should say fuck!"

Her vagina gripped my penis tightly: "Oh~ fuck!"

I pressed her further: "Say it more clearly!"

Her two beautiful legs wrapped tightly around my waist, feeling like they were about to break my back, and she moaned shyly: "Fuck! The first time I saw your naked breasts at the door, I wanted to fuck you!" Ahh~ So good…

I stared intently at her: Do you want me to penetrate you?

She had completely relaxed: Mm… I want you to penetrate me… Thrust me hard… I like you to fuck me hard…

At this point, Yiwen and I had completely abandoned our worldly pretenses, passionately thrusting to meet each other's rhythm, wishing our genitals could intertwine and merge, our tongues entwined, sucking and swallowing each other's saliva. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and gasped, her vulva thrusting upwards rapidly, her hands pressing down on my buttocks. I knew her orgasm was coming again, so I held her buttocks tightly with both hands, letting my large penis penetrate even deeper. My glans rubbed against her clitoris, feeling her tight vagina contracting like a spasm. The tender flesh around her uterus gripped my glans so tightly it throbbed with pain. Suddenly, a surge of heat gushed from her vaginal opening, splashing onto my glans. My penis felt as if it had become one with her vagina, enveloped by her tight vaginal walls. The soft flesh of her vaginal walls contracted and writhed incessantly, sucking on my penis. At that moment, I could no longer hold back. Like a torrent bursting forth, thick streams of semen shot into her vaginal opening. She wrapped her limbs around my body, holding me close and opening her small mouth wide to kiss me deeply. Her vaginal opening trembled and sucked incessantly, swallowing every last drop of my semen. We were entwined on the sofa, neither of us wanting to separate.

That night, after washing up in the bathroom, Yiwen and I went to the bedroom and made love all night until dawn, having sex three times. She was late for work the next day and called me at noon to complain, saying her vagina had never experienced such a passionate and intense battle as the night before. When she went to the restroom at work, she found her labia and vagina were a little red and swollen. I had to comfort her gently, saying I would be gentler next time and wouldn't let her suffer.

She said, "You want a next time? Don't dream about it!"

Poor thing, she stayed up until the end of the workday with dark circles under her eyes. Then my doorbell rang again; it was Yiwen fulfilling my dream.

Since the beautiful and radiant Yiwen and I had our intimate encounter, she never mentioned Pingping to me again. She even informed me beforehand when her boyfriend asked her to meet him. She also declared that after having sex with me, she would never let her boyfriend touch a hair on her head again. We would meet whenever we had free time, and naturally, our genitals would be connected. Once, at dusk, we were strolling in the park when, on a whim, we went to a secluded spot under a tree. She boldly lifted her short skirt, wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, and we had sex.

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