Winning over my wife's best friend while on a business trip

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So, about two months ago this summer, my company sent me on a business trip to the provincial capital. Although I didn't want to go, I was forced by my boss's tyranny (damn, he always dumps things he doesn't want on me; rank really does crush you). I packed my bags, bought a ticket, and boarded the train. While idly browsing an e-book on my phone, I suddenly heard someone call my name loudly. I looked up and saw a girl standing in front of me. Dear readers, I wanted to describe her appearance, but alas, my writing skills are poor, so I'll omit a few hundred words here! Actually, calling her a "girl" isn't quite right. She's been married for six or seven years, and her child is in kindergarten, so she's practically a young married woman. She was a classmate of my wife, and we got along quite well. She's quite tall, not particularly beautiful or ugly, and has a full figure, but definitely not fat—I'd call her voluptuous. She works as a nurse at a hospital in the city. We've eaten together before, and she seems like a very outgoing and lively person. Her name has the character "Yan" in it, so we call her Yan Yan.

Seeing her standing in the car, I was a little surprised and asked her what she was going to the provincial capital for. She readily agreed, switching seats with the person next to me, grabbing her bag, and sitting down next to me. After chatting for a bit, I learned that she was taking the adult college entrance exam and was going to attend a summer course at a medical school. I was worried about being bored on the train alone, so this was great; I'd run into an acquaintance, and a decent-looking young woman at that. I was secretly pleased; at least I'd have someone to chat with so I wouldn't be bored. Yan Yan seemed to be wearing a long, strappy dress that day, and her fair, plump arms made my heart skip a beat. The scent she exuded was definitely different from that of a young girl or a middle-aged woman.

The train started and headed towards the provincial capital, and we chatted idly. To be honest, although I'd eaten with a large group of people before, this was the first time I'd had a private conversation with her. She was very talkative and had a loud voice, completely oblivious to whether anyone was around. Occasionally, she even used some vulgar language; after all, she was a nurse, so her speech was quite casual. We chatted about work and life. At first, it was a serious, organizational talk, but gradually the conversation became more casual. She even brought up how her husband pursued her, boasting about how much he loved her and how obedient he was. However, I knew her husband; he worked at a bank, and his temper wasn't as good as she made it out to be.

At noon, the car stopped at a highway rest area, and I treated her to a simple meal. She enjoyed the food and, being a bit of a cheapskate, seemed quite happy. During the meal, she told me a few risqué jokes—the kind nurses love to tell, mostly about patients teasing nurses. After lunch, we continued on the bus. She was getting drowsy and, after chatting for a while, leaned back in her seat and fell asleep. Sometimes her body was directly against mine, and the contact between our arms made me feel the smoothness of her skin, which made me quite restless. I couldn't sleep at all, staring at the trashy domestic film playing on the bus, completely oblivious to what it was about.

Midway through the trip, Yan Yan woke up and saw her head resting on my shoulder. She laughed and said we looked like a couple on a trip. I said, "You bet! Everyone on the bus will think we're a couple." I joked, "We're a perfect match!" She giggled and said, "Couples should hold hands!" Then she actually took my hand briefly and let go, laughing loudly, "If XX (my wife) finds out, she'll definitely give you a piece of her mind." I was speechless, thinking she was a true heroine. That day,

the car in front of us on the highway was in an accident, causing a traffic jam of over an hour. We didn't reach the provincial capital until after 7 PM. I asked her where she was going, since the medical school was over an hour's drive from the city center, and the buses there stopped running early. She asked where I was staying, and I said the XX Hotel. Our company always stays there when we come to the provincial capital for business; it's a three-star hotel owned by a department within the same system, and we can get a discount. She glanced at me, thought for a moment, and said with a grin, "Since we're a couple, I'll stay at the XX Hotel too." I jokingly asked her, "How many rooms do you want? A couple only needs one room." She laughed and playfully hit me, saying, "Aren't you afraid I'll call your wife and complain?"

After the joke, we took a taxi straight to the XX Hotel. In the car, I was still thinking that if we booked two rooms, I wouldn't be able to get reimbursed. It seemed I'd have to pay for one room myself, which would cost several hundred yuan. When we arrived at the hotel, I was about to book a room when Yan Yan offered, "Let's just get a standard room. You can get reimbursed when you get back. I'll just squeeze in with you for one night." I was taken aback and asked her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll molest you?" She said, "You dare! I'll call your wife directly." I said, "I'm scared of you! I promise I won't look at you or do anything inappropriate."

After booking the room, we went upstairs to put our luggage down and then went out to eat. I paid again, since I could get reimbursed anyway, and she was happy to eat for free. We ate at a night market on the street. I love eating at local night markets when I'm on business trips—they're cheap, delicious, and have local flavors, much better than the expensive and uninteresting meals at hotels. Maybe she saved me some money on a hotel room, because I was very happy. I ordered a whole table of dishes, including abalone. Yan Yan kept laughing when she saw the abalone buns. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she asked me, "What does this look like?" Of course I knew what it looked like, but I pretended not to know and asked her what it looked like. She laughed so hard she was shaking, saying, "Doesn't it look like a woman's genitals?!" Her voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of several men at the next table. I broke out in a cold sweat. The nurse was indeed quite "open-minded"! I was truly impressed!

We drank some beer, and Yan Yan, true to her nurse nature, drank more than a bottle on her own, without me having to persuade her.

Under the dim yellow light, her face was almost radiant, and combined with her smooth, voluptuous arms, her allure surged to over a hundred points—absolutely breathtaking.

After dinner, I suggested we take a stroll. Wandering aimlessly through the bustling streets, I suddenly felt a sense of disbelief and anticipation for the night ahead. Perhaps it was the new environment, but Yan Yan seemed inexplicably excited, everything was new and exciting. So much so that when her husband called to check on her, I worried she might say she was sharing a room with me. Thankfully, in some ways she wasn't just all looks and no brains (actually, her breasts weren't that big, just average; they only appeared large because of her bra). She calmly told her husband she had arrived at the medical school and was staying in the student dormitory, which put my mind at ease.

Yan Yan wiped her sweat, revealing a few sparse hairs under her snow-white armpits, and that voluptuous body… I thought, I'm starting to feel restless. She asked me, "Do you want to take a shower?" I said ladies first, and she went into the bathroom with a grin, turning back to me and saying, "Don't peek!" I said, "Don't make me bring you underwear like in the movies!" She giggled and said, "You watch too many dramas."

The sound of running water in the bathroom seemed to be arousing me; to be honest, I was already erect.

The door opened, and Yan Yan came out wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown. Maybe it's because of her good figure and skin, but this woman really likes wearing spaghetti strap outfits. I asked her, "You even brought a nightgown with you when you came to study? Aren't you tired?" She grinned and said, "Not only did I bring a nightgown, I also brought condoms. Do you want to see them?" I said, "Let me see them." She slapped me and said, "Do you think I'm a prostitute, carrying that stuff around?" Then she glanced at me and said, "What size do you wear? Do you want me to get a few boxes from the hospital and give them to you?" I said, "Large, of course." She spat and said, "You're quite arrogant. Go take a shower, you're covered in sweat."

In the bathroom, Yan Yan's discarded underwear was lying on the sink—a semi-transparent pair with lace trim. This woman seemed completely oblivious to propriety. I'm sorry, I admit I picked it up and smelled it. The scent of perfume and the feel of a woman's body made me feel guilty, but my little brother was uncontrollably aroused, so much so that it didn't go down throughout the entire shower.

When I came out of the shower, Yan Yan was half-lying on the bed watching "If You Are the One." Seeing me dressed neatly, she asked why I wasn't wearing pajamas. I replied that men don't carry as much stuff as women. She said, "So you sleep all dressed up like this?"

During sex, I took a few photos with my phone. One of her was moaning with her eyes closed—very alluring. However, during the break, I let her look at each one and then delete them. I didn't dare keep them; after all, we were too close, and I couldn't leave any trace.
"How am I supposed to go out tomorrow with wrinkled clothes?" "It's okay, wear shorts. I've seen everything, even extra-large sizes, haha." Her words made me feel embarrassed. I thought to myself, "I'm not as open as a woman," so I actually took off my t-shirt and trousers, lying on the other bed in my shorts. While I was undressing, Yan Yan told me about a time she was shaving a patient at the hospital. The patient's penis got erect, and it was quite large. She told me to rub alcohol on the glans, and it immediately went soft from the pain. She then giggled and asked if I wanted to try the taste of alcohol.

I was sweating bullets. I'd only ever heard that nurses were particularly outspoken, but today I finally experienced it firsthand. I didn't know how to respond, so I just pretended to lie down naturally and said, "You've been traveling all day, aren't you tired? Go to sleep, we have errands to run tomorrow." Lying on my side, my penis was already as hard as an iron rod.

The bathroom light was still on, casting a soft glow in the room. It wasn't late, but I could clearly hear my own heartbeat. After a while, Yan Yan seemed to turn over and whispered, "Do you want to come over?"

Hmm? I wondered if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Yan Yan shifted further in, her back to me, her buttocks under her nightgown appearing unusually full and round. "Come on over if you want," she whispered, "I won't tell your wife."

Brothers, you probably can't understand how I felt at that moment. I was just so excited! My blood was boiling, my soul was possessed! I wasn't alone in this battle!!!

I jumped off the bed and onto hers, grabbing her from behind. Since she was a woman taking the initiative, I, a grown man, shouldn't hold back. Under her nightgown, Yan Yan wasn't wearing a bra, and my hands easily touched her small but firm breasts. Not bad, they felt really good! I kneaded them like dough; the nipples of a breastfeeding woman seemed quite large. I gently pinched them, and Yan Yan let out a series of blissful moans.

Slowly, Yan Yan reached out her wicked hand towards me, slipping it inside my shorts and pinching my penis, chuckling softly, "You weren't lying, it's really not small!" I chuckled in her ear, "There's no alcohol in the room, you won't be able to soften it!" Yan Yan pinched it hard, saying, "Then I'll squeeze out the semen inside and see if it softens." I asked her, "What will you use to squeeze it?" as I reached my hand inside her nightgown. "

What do you want me to use to squeeze it?" Yan Yan laughed, circling my glans with her finger, making it tickle. "Of course, I'll use this," I said, placing my hand on her vulva, which was full and plump, the labia already moist. I could feel that Yan Yan didn't have much pubic hair, just a sparse tuft. "

Don't put your fingers in, fingers have bacteria," Yan Yan whispered, her fingers expertly rubbing my penis. "

If not with your hands, then with what? With a big sausage?" I asked her with a laugh. She said, "Wait a minute, let's play for a bit first. Lick it with your mouth first, I washed it really clean!"

I laughed and said, "That's not good, is it? It's our first time and you're asking me to kiss your private parts? How am I supposed to hold my head up in front of you later?" "Lift your ass," Yan Yan turned to me, smiling seductively, "Asking you to kiss me is giving you face. I wouldn't let anyone else kiss me, but if you don't kiss me today, I won't let your sausage in. Come on, let's kiss first, it'll be more comfortable to play slowly." Saying this, she kissed me, frantically sticking her tongue into my mouth. I trembled as if I

'd been electrocuted. A moment later, we were both naked. I lay on the bed, she was on top of me, her snow-white buttocks facing my face. This must be the legendary "69" position. She really is a nurse; her skills are no joke. My little brother felt like it was melting in her mouth. Her tongue was incredibly skillful, and I even moaned like a woman. It felt good, but work still had to be done. My tongue was working tirelessly on her labia. Even though it was clean, it was still salty and slightly fishy, but thankfully, there was no other unpleasant smell.

The first time I entered, we went back to tradition. I was on top of her, and she held my penis, guiding it to the opening where it slid in easily. It was incredibly wet inside. She had a C-section, so it was still very tight and felt great. I suspected her husband's penis wasn't as big as mine because she clearly cried out when I entered—"It's so full!"

This was a rare moment of indulgence, a release of human nature. I went wild, moaning, "Come on, put your big ass on my face. I love this feeling." Yanyan laughed as she straddled me, placing her plump buttocks on my face, leering, "I taste pretty good, don't I? You'll want a second time after you've had it once." The room was filled with the sounds of us sucking on each other.
I won't go into the details of what happened next; the forum's perverts should be quite familiar with it. That night we did it twice. The second time, I turned on the light and tried many different positions: doggy style, woman on top, chair... and so on. I practiced every position I could think of. She was very cooperative, excitedly moving around with me. Looking at her snow-white, voluptuous body under the light, I felt a surge of passion to thrust into her. Finally, under the shower in the bathroom, I pulled out my penis, removed the condom, and ejaculated onto her breasts.

If the hotel hadn't only provided two condoms, I don't think we would have only done it twice that night.

Around 3 a.m., after our two encounters, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.
We didn't get up until after 9 a.m. the next morning. She was washing her face and brushing her teeth with her bare bottom exposed. I held her alluring buttocks and kissed her for a while. If it weren't for the fact that she was in her fertile period, we probably would have had another morning orgasm. Finally, she knelt down and used her freshly brushed mouth to help me release. I can say without exaggeration that I ejaculated all over her face, although the concentration was noticeably less than the night before. At that moment, I wondered if I should take some kidney tonics, haha, men these days.

It was already 10:30 PM when I got back to the hotel. Yan Yan turned on the air conditioner and habitually drew the curtains. This unintentional action unexpectedly stirred up some fantasies in me. I told myself not to be impulsive; maybe she wasn't planning on anything like that. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.
Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, Yan Yan probably got bored too. She watched some "If You Are the One" (a popular Chinese dating show) for a while, then turned off the TV and went to sleep.
Afterwards, I hurriedly went out to run errands, while she grabbed her luggage and took a bus to the medical school to register.

The passion ended abruptly, barely begun. I knew that back home, she would still be my wife's good friend, and when we met, we would only exchange knowing smiles. And I would still chat casually with her husband at gatherings, acting as if nothing had happened.

After returning from the provincial capital, I met her a few more times, always at gatherings. We calmly let life go on, probably admiring each other's acting skills. Only once, at a party, I went outside the private room to smoke, and she came out with her son to use the restroom. We met in the hallway, smiled at each other, and her eyes sparkled. She secretly reached out and squeezed my hand. At that moment, everything was understood without words.
Fellow wolves, what I want to say is, when you see a sexy young woman in lingerie moaning beneath you, that feeling is fucking amazing!

I thought the story would just fade into oblivion, but about ten days ago, probably the morning of the third day after Army Day, I received a text message from her: "Have you forgotten me?" I was in a meeting at the time, so I quickly ran to the back row and replied, "How could I forget? That was the most exciting night of my life." Of course, I also sent a text message expressing my longing, the content of which was a bit cheesy, but I won't go into it here, haha. Then she texted, "He's away on a business trip, and I sent my son to my parents' house. Are you busy?" You all know what that means. What else can I say? Even if I'm busy, I have to say I'm not. So I made up an excuse to ask my boss for leave, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and sped away.

I'd been to her house before for a gathering, but this time with a different mood and purpose, I felt a bit like a thief, afraid to linger. She opened the door and let me in, still wearing that same slip dress, still with that carefree, grinning smile. I felt like I was back at that hotel in the provincial capital. Closing the door, I asked, "Is anyone home?" She buried her face in my chest, her bright red lips pressing against mine. After a passionate French kiss, we sat on the sofa, caressing each other. She said softly, "Even if I don't reach out to you, you should at least reach out to me." I said, "Life goes on."

She rolled her eyes at me, "You don't even send a text message. You're just using me as a tool for your venting?" I knew that saying anything at that moment would be exhausting. The best way was to just push her down on the sofa, kiss her passionately, and rip off her slip dress. Underneath, she was wearing a swimsuit-like lingerie set. The breasts were exposed, and to make matters worse, her most important part was also a hole, her plump labia shamelessly displayed.

"Do you like it? I dressed up especially for you," Yan Yan said, beaming at my surprised expression, her demeanor instantly transforming from a resentful woman to a wanton one. "Tell me, how could I not like it? Any man would probably like it." "We didn't get to enjoy it enough last time, so I'll make it up to you today," she said, pressing my head against her breasts with a grin. "We have a whole day today. I don't pick up my son until six in the afternoon, so you can do whatever you want.

" "A whole day?" I deliberately patted my head and said, "If I'd known, I would have bought some Ant Power Pills before we came." "You little rascal," Yan Yan rolled her eyes at me, then smiled seductively. "It's not like I'm not letting you rest. You can rest on me if you're tired. I even bought you food. If you don't let me have my fill today, you can forget about leaving the house."

That day, from morning to afternoon, we did it three times. The third time, she basically woke up my penis with her mouth. To be honest, I was a little numb, or maybe I was just too excited. I almost couldn't get an erection. If it weren't for her amazing oral skills, I probably would have been embarrassed. We also tried anal sex. She brought some Vaseline or something from the hospital and applied it to the condom and her anus. I have to say, this excited me again. I suspect she's been influenced by Western adult films; she wants to learn everything from foreigners and has a strong curiosity about these new things. However, anal sex didn't feel good. Her anus was too tight; it was difficult to penetrate, but the anal walls gripped it tightly. After only a few minutes, I switched to vaginal sex. She, on the other hand, seemed unsatisfied, repeatedly saying, "It hurts, but it feels so new!" I guess her husband is too old-fashioned, which is why she channeled her curiosity into trying these things with me.
At 5:30 PM, I left her house. When I opened the door, she lay weakly on the sofa and said to me, "Go back and be good to your wife. Let's keep our affair a secret." When I went out, I only felt tired, my mind blank. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, I thought to myself, maybe some of them are on their way to a rendezvous with their lovers. Everyone has secrets. Suddenly, the name of a certain movie came to mind. (

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