Girlfriend and roommate's wife

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Over a year ago, my girlfriend graduated and went to work in another city, while I continued my graduate studies. To save money, I sublet the apartment I used to share with her and started sharing with another guy. When we were looking for a place, we signed a two-year lease together because of a discount.

Last summer, my roommate went back to China and stayed an extra two weeks due to visa issues. Then he suddenly wrote to me saying he was getting married and might bring his wife back to the US. I was a little annoyed because it meant I would have to share an apartment with the couple, and there would be one more person in the house, restricting my space and living conditions. But when I saw the wedding photos he sent with the letter, I found the bride quite beautiful and sweet-looking. The most striking thing was her large breasts, which looked full and alluring under the low-cut wedding dress, with two white, round hemispheres creating a deep cleavage. I got an erection immediately. So I wrote to congratulate my roommate on his marriage, hoping to see more wedding photos, and welcoming him and his wife back.

That evening, I received a reply from my roommate. I didn't read what he wrote carefully; I just clicked on the Google Photo Album invitation he sent me and looked at the bride's photos one by one. Her breasts were indeed large and firm, especially in the photos of her wearing a silk tube top and Hanfu (traditional Han Chinese clothing). It seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath; I could vaguely see her nipples, like two buds… I couldn't help but start masturbating. When I saw a photo of her in a thin dress, holding a fan, leaning against a window with her breasts half-exposed, I couldn't help but ejaculate.

I went to the airport to pick up my roommate and his new wife. Although we exchanged polite greetings, I couldn't help but glance at her breasts. They were indeed real, but because it was cold on the plane, she was wearing a lot of layers, so I couldn't see them clearly. We ate together, and they took showers one after the other before going back to their room to rest. I excitedly went into the bathroom, hoping to find her underwear, but there was nothing there. I didn't hear any noise from their room that night.

About a week later, one morning around 5 a.m., I woke up needing to pee. I got up to use the bathroom and opened the door, just in time to see her coming out. We bumped into each other. She was only wearing briefs and a white tank top, without a bra. Her full breasts were bulging against the tank top, the outline of her nipples clearly visible, and her pink areolas looked very alluring through the white fabric. Her waist was very slim, making her breasts appear even more impressive. We were a little embarrassed by this unexpected encounter, especially since I was also erect from needing to pee, my large penis sticking out of my underwear. She saw it too and blushed. After urinating, I went back to bed and started masturbating. But after this incident, she became very careful. Even when she got up to pee at night, she would wear pajamas, and during the day, although it was hot at home, she would dress neatly.

On weekends, her roommates would cook together in the kitchen, while I was alone, so I usually didn't cook and bought food outside. Since kitchens are mostly open in the US, and they made a lot of smoke while cooking, I would close the door. I went out to get some water, and as I opened the door, I glanced at the sink. She was washing tomatoes, and my roommate was hugging her from behind, his hand inside her shirt, kneading her breasts. She was unsteady on her feet, and my roommate was pushing her against the sink. I didn't dare look for long and went back to my room. Two minutes later, they hadn't finished cooking, so they went back to their room and closed the door. There wasn't much noise, just the creaking of the bed. About five minutes later, I heard their door open again. Only then did I dare open the door to get some water, and I found her alone in the kitchen, still washing vegetables, her forehead sweaty, her dark hair a little messy, and her cheeks flushed. I looked back at their bedroom door; it wasn't closed properly, and my roommate was lying naked on the bed. I never thought he was so useless.

That night, my girlfriend drove over for the weekend. Because we live quite far apart, it's a long drive, so she usually takes a day off on the weekend to come over about once a month. She told me she was coming for comfort, and that's probably true. This was the first time my girlfriend met my roommate's wife. They got along very well, but around 9 pm I urged my girlfriend to rest early, using the excuse that she was tired from driving so far. My roommate's wife clearly understood my intention, smiling at us, and my girlfriend blushed. That night, my girlfriend and I were up from 9:30 pm until 2 am. At first, she was shy about making noise, but later she couldn't hold back, especially when I was about to ejaculate. I was having sex with her from behind, and she turned her head, moaning, and yelled at me, "Don't ejaculate inside! It's not my safe period!" I deliberately asked her where to ejaculate, and she stupidly shouted, "In my mouth!" I think the neighbors definitely heard us. During our breaks, I could hear the creaking of the bed next door. This sound was like an aphrodisiac, and my girlfriend and I started being intimate again, but by then the neighbors had quieted down. It probably only lasted five or six minutes.

The next morning, while my girlfriend was still fast asleep, I woke up, went to the bathroom, and went to the kitchen to get some water. My roommate's wife was already up making breakfast, yawning as she fried eggs. I asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" She said indignantly, with a hint of resentment, "Wasn't it all because of you guys?"

Looking at her face, which I couldn't tell was angry or envious, I couldn't resist teasing her, deliberately arguing, "Don't you guys make a lot of noise every night too?" She became even more indignant, blurting out, "First, we don't do it every night; second, we only do it for a few minutes, unlike you guys who go on and on until the middle of the night; third, we're very careful." But after saying that, she realized her words were a bit inappropriate, her face turning slightly red, and she lowered her head to fry her eggs. I apologized to her softly, "I'm sorry, we'll be quieter later."

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide, and asked, "Are you still going to do it?"

I smiled at her, then drank some water and went back to my room. A little while later, my girlfriend's excited moans echoed in our room again, but this time I covered her mouth with my hand. She thought I was just trying something new, unaware that her softer moans were even more alluring.

During the day, my girlfriend and I planned to go to an outlet mall outside the city (a large shopping mall with discounts). My roommate had to work overtime at the lab on the weekend. Seeing his wife bored at home alone, my girlfriend invited her to come along. She had never been to an outlet mall since coming to the US, hesitated for a moment, but readily agreed. So I drove, taking the two girls out. My girlfriend and her sat in the back, chatting the whole way. My girlfriend is quite straightforward; I often say she's all looks and no brains, sometimes asking people awkward questions without thinking. This time too, while we were chatting on the street, my girlfriend suddenly asked my roommate's wife, "When are you planning to have a baby?" My roommate's wife was a little shy, but she couldn't not answer, so she said, "We've been trying to conceive." My girlfriend's eyes widened and she said, "You got married in the summer, and it's been almost two months now, and you're still not pregnant?"

Hearing my girlfriend's words, I wanted to tape her mouth shut; how could she say something like that?

But what my girlfriend said next was even more shocking. She pointed at me and said, "We've only known each other for a week and she's already gotten me pregnant, forcing me to have surgery to regulate my periods."

My girlfriend's words stirred up a worry in my heart. To be honest, I didn't know if the child she was pregnant with was mine. My girlfriend and I met at a friend's party. We went to the same school, but because we were in different majors, we didn't see each other much. I had only heard that she was a very beautiful woman with a great figure. At that time, my girlfriend had just broken up with her ex-boyfriend (a white jerk) and was in a bad mood, so she drank a lot. I noticed her as soon as I entered the house, and later a guy pulled her upstairs while she was drunk. I saw that, but I wasn't familiar with her and didn't want to interfere. About half an hour later, the guy came downstairs and went to another guy. They talked quietly, and I leaned over to listen to what they were saying, but I didn't hear the whole thing. I only heard one sentence: "The key is under the rug." Then the other guy went upstairs. I felt something was wrong and subconsciously glanced downstairs. I saw him go into the bedroom on the left side of the stairs. Just as I was wondering whether to follow them, some of my friends came over and insisted I come with them to the basement to play mahjong. Since the party host was also there, I had no choice but to play a few rounds. But they wouldn't let me leave. By the time someone finally came to pick me up, it was already past 3 AM. Most of the people on the first floor had left. I cautiously made my way to the second floor, went to the door, and gently knocked. No one answered. Then I bent down and looked under the rug by the door. There was a key. I inserted it into the keyhole, and it opened the door, which was locked from the inside. The door opened silently. A dimly lit floor lamp was shining in the corner of the room. Next to the lamp was a twin-sized bed, and the sight on the bed shocked me.

Imagine seeing a beautiful woman on the street or in a coffee shop—high breasts, long legs, and a full, round bottom—and then seeing her again a few hours later, she's lying naked in front of you.

That's the kind of shock my girlfriend gave me.

She lay naked on the bed, only a thin blanket covering her lower abdomen, her breasts and genitals exposed. I felt a sudden buzzing in my head, as if struck by lightning, and even breathing became difficult. Completely driven by lust, I approached her and scrutinized her closely. In the dim light, her nipples and areolas glowed with an incredibly alluring, pale, vibrant red, contrasting beautifully with her high, white breasts. I gently nudged her, but she didn't react; she was fast asleep. I lowered my head and licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Surprisingly, it hardened instantly. Even in a drunken stupor, a woman's body can react. I put my mouth on her nipple, but it tasted salty; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or someone's semen on her chest. I didn't care anymore. After playing with her breasts for a while, I bent down to look at her vulva.

My girlfriend's labia majora were full and plump, like white steamed buns, while her labia minora were pink and tender, like two flower petals. At this moment, her labia minora were open, and her vagina was full of milky white fluid, flowing down her perineum and onto the sheets, forming a large puddle. Several men had definitely fucked her before.

I was a little drunk at the time, and seeing this scene, I didn't have time to think too much. I pulled out my hard, throbbing penis and pressed the head against my girlfriend's open labia minora. Other men's semen became the best lubricant. I slowly and forcefully inserted my penis into my girlfriend's warm, moist vagina, making sure she wouldn't wake up before I began to thrust.

I fucked her three times, and then, drunk and exhausted, I fell asleep beside her.

We were both woken up by the sound of the landlord banging on the door. Seeing us naked, my girlfriend yelled, "Oh no!" I was startled too, because in the US, it's illegal to have sex with a woman while she's drunk. But my girlfriend then said she hadn't been taking birth control pills lately and hoped she wasn't pregnant. Then she gave me a chance to say the excuse I'd hastily prepared, that we'd drunk too much the night before. She didn't seem too concerned. This gave us a chance to briefly introduce ourselves. I yelled at the guy banging on the door to stop. My girlfriend noticed my erect penis, touched it a couple of times, and I thought she wanted more, but she got up. I got up too, quickly washed up, and that was how we met.

A little over a week later, she told me she was pregnant. In the US, pregnancy tests are easy to buy; just a quick dip in urine and you know the result. This child might not be mine, but I'm the last one, and I even introduced myself to my girlfriend.

I went with her for a menstrual regulation procedure, an early abortion method that involves removing the uterine contents using a special plastic Kamen's aspirator and suction tube. The procedure is simple and safe, requires no anesthesia, and takes an average of 3-5 minutes. However, abortion is a sensitive issue in the United States, especially in our state, where it's not easy to have an abortion. Finally, through a friend's introduction, we found a clinic in Chinatown and had the procedure done secretly. After this incident, my girlfriend and I became close and started dating.

So, we slept together first, then had the abortion, and then started dating.

My girlfriend sometimes speaks without thinking, which is adorably silly. Following her unplanned pregnancy, she said many things she shouldn't have, making her roommate's wife blush like an apple. My girlfriend has been studying in the US since high school, and compared to her roommate's wife, who had just come from China, she was much more open and daring. She even mentioned that her roommate had spied on her when she visited before they were married, so I awkwardly changed the subject.

At the outlet, the girls were looking at and trying on clothes, while I sat alone, bored, outside the fitting room. I inadvertently caught a glimpse of my roommate's wife's beautiful feet peeking out from the wide crack under the fitting room door.

Her toes were snow-white and translucent; foot fetish with feet like that would be amazing. Then I saw her lift her foot and pull down her short skirt; she was probably only wearing underwear underneath, I thought. All

I could see was that crack under the fitting room door. But those bare, smooth feet and exquisitely sculpted calves sparked endless fantasies within me. I imagined what long, snow-white thighs lay above those calves, and what a juicy, luscious cunt lay between them… My cock couldn't help but get hard.

Just then, my girlfriend called me from the fitting room next door, wanting me to see what she thought of her clothes. My girlfriend was trying on a short dress; it was very sexy, but my mind wasn't on admiring it. I went into the fitting room, closed the door, and immediately unzipped my pants, pulling out my throbbing, red cock, the glans already covered in precum. I pressed down on my girlfriend's shoulders, making her squat down and take my penis into her mouth. Then I tore open her dress, reached out and played with her nipples, making her give me oral sex.

I closed my eyes, panting, my mind filled with those flawless jade feet.

My girlfriend's mouth had been used on many penises, so her technique was skilled, and I quickly felt like ejaculating. I grabbed her black hair and desperately shoved my penis into her mouth, all the way down her throat, where it was hot and tight, reminding me of my roommate's wife's still largely untouched vagina. I ejaculated.

When we came out of the fitting room, my roommate's wife was already sitting in the spot I had just been in, waiting for us. Undoubtedly, through the same crack under the door, she saw my feet and my girlfriend's squatting feet. She must have known what we were doing, not to mention the taste of semen in my girlfriend's mouth. She was a little embarrassed, her embarrassed expression was charming.

I went to buy my girlfriend coffee, because coffee could mask the taste in her mouth. On the way back, I saw my girlfriend and my roommate's wife whispering to each other on a bench. The wife was blushing, apparently my girlfriend had blurted everything out.

My girlfriend noticed the wife's shyness. They went to a lingerie store, and my girlfriend insisted on using the same fitting room. Through the door, I heard my girlfriend say, "I can get you pregnant now, you know."

Then came the two girls laughing and playfully pushing each other.

Shopping was fun. Having ejaculated once, I felt much calmer. That evening, I went home and had dinner with my roommate.

My girlfriend and my roommate's wife were busy in the kitchen, while my roommate and I were drinking beer in the living room. As usual, my girlfriend was only wearing shorts and a tight tank top at home. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her full breasts, as usual, bulged against the tight tank top, revealing the rosy nipples and areolas. My roommate's wife was initially dressed more conservatively, but the kitchen was too hot in the summer, and she soon became drenched in sweat. She came inside and changed into shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt, but she was wearing a bra underneath.

My roommate secretly glanced at my girlfriend's beautiful breasts, lecherously staring at her two cherry-like nipples. I stole glances at his wife's beautiful legs. I thought to myself, if those slender legs were wearing black stockings and rubbing against my penis, it would be incredibly pleasurable.

Men are just such curious and insatiable creatures. My girlfriend is a stunning beauty, one in a million, with a wonderful personality and temperament, which is why she's my fiancée now. But after thoroughly exploring every part of her body, I sometimes found myself getting a little bored with such a beautiful woman.

So we tried new things, tried making love in different places. For a while, we were obsessed with making love in abandoned old buildings, stripping a beautiful woman naked and pinning her against dilapidated walls covered in graffiti, and having a vigorous fucking—there was an indescribable thrill.

Now, my roommate and I have both discovered that the other's woman looks more seductive and alluring than our own.

My girlfriend came over to tidy up the coffee table for dinner.

Our living room furniture is very simple, just a sofa and a long coffee table, all of which I brought. Originally, my girlfriend and I had a dining table, but she later went to work in City C, and I rented a U-Haul (moving truck) to deliver some of the furniture she needed to her apartment. The sofa was too big to move, so it stayed with me. Actually, studying abroad is quite tough.

My girlfriend bent down to tidy up the magazines and clutter on the coffee table. Her neckline was already low, and now, bending over, not only was most of her breast exposed, but even her pink areolas were faintly visible. My roommate pretended to help, but his eyes kept glancing at her neckline. He deliberately stood up, probably wanting a closer look. Maybe he even saw her nipples.

I felt a thrill, but also a sense of imbalance.

Just as my roommate was feasting his eyes on my girlfriend, I went to the kitchen and pretended to ask his wife if she needed help. She said no as she scooped rice from the rice cooker. I offered to help her, but she said it was fine and told me not to be polite. I insisted on taking the rice paddle and bowl from her hands, and accidentally my arm bumped into her breasts. The full, rounded feeling excited me. I wondered what it would feel like to hold and play with such breasts!

Then we ate.

My girlfriend and my roommate's wife sat on the sofa, while my roommate and I sat on two chairs. The coffee table was low, so we had to bend over to get food. Every time my girlfriend bent over, my roommate's eyes would leer at her neckline, as if he were demonstrating what "a feast for the eyes" meant.

My girlfriend didn't seem to notice, and I didn't say anything, but my observant roommate's wife noticed her husband's infidelity and kicked him under the coffee table.

After dinner, the girls went to shower first, while my roommate and I washed the dishes. My girlfriend went first, and my roommate kept glancing at the bathroom door. I couldn't help but laugh; could he see through the door?

My roommate's wife came out of the shower with wet hair. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra this time; her firm breasts were pressing against her loose t-shirt, and her two cherry-like nipples were faintly visible. I really wanted to bite them.

After showering, my girlfriend and my roommate's wife went to my and my bedroom to try on the clothes they had bought that day.

I was playing games on my laptop in the room when they kicked me out. But before leaving, I pretended to save the game, opened the laptop's webcam recording software, and then turned off the laptop screen.

The laptop's high-definition webcam silently began recording everything that happened in the room.

My girlfriend and my roommate's wife entered our bedroom and closed the door. They started trying on clothes, and the room was filled with their happy laughter. My heart started pounding, because the laptop's webcam was like a pair of eyes, watching these two lovely women. Suddenly, my roommate's wife screamed. I don't know what my girlfriend did to her, but then there was a burst of their clear, bell-like laughter.

I thought excitedly, "I'll find out soon." My roommate heard it too and said to me, "Your wife is crazy." I

was getting ready to sleep, but because my girlfriend was still there, I hadn't had a chance to see what the laptop was recording. I just pressed the screen down to put the laptop into sleep mode and stop recording. My girlfriend was applying lotion to her long, beautiful legs at the vanity. Suddenly, I remembered her saying that her white ex-boyfriend used to use lotion as lubricant on her anus. I felt a surge of excitement and wanted to try it myself.

Just then, her phone, which was beside her pillow, vibrated. The screen lit up, revealing a photo of us together. A new text message read: "My hard cock is throbbing as I look at our photos." The sender was an unfamiliar name, probably a foreigner.

Hearing the message, my girlfriend came over, glanced at it, and froze, her face immediately turning bright red.

Being in a long-distance relationship, my biggest worry was her cheating, especially since she's sexy and beautiful, attracting many suitors. To be honest, I wasn't particularly concerned about her physical infidelity; I cared about emotional infidelity because I love her very much. Love is a strange thing; it comes from nowhere and ends nowhere. It can make you jealous, and sometimes it can make you forgiving.

"Who is this person?" was my first question.

"Um… he's… a department director at my company," my girlfriend said, taking her phone and accessing her contacts through text messages. Her contacts were linked to social networks like Facebook and LinkedIn. Opening LinkedIn showed that the man was indeed a department director at her company. Judging from the photo, he was probably in his forties, white, and overweight, with a face full of fat. Seeing this photo, I breathed a sigh of relief. My girlfriend definitely wouldn't have an emotional affair with a man like that.

"What photo?" I continued, keeping my question brief. I could see my girlfriend was flustered, trying desperately to explain. Her pretty face was flushed. Actually, I was no longer uneasy or angry with her, but I liked seeing her nervous expression. Because it meant she loved me.

"Um… he must be talking about a photo taken when we went clubbing…"

my girlfriend was still nervous.

"You went to a bar with him?" I was a little surprised.

"No, no, it wasn't with him. It was with Ai. We worked late that day, and after work we wanted to go for a drink to relax. We ran into him at our usual bar, and he insisted on sitting with us,"

my girlfriend explained.

Ai is a colleague of my girlfriend's, a Japanese girl born in the US. Her name, written in kanji, should be "Ai" (爱)

. She's sexy and cute, and looks a bit like Mai Nishida (you can Google "Mai Nishida" to find out).

"Do you have the photos he mentioned?" I continued to ask.

"Yes, he sent it to me via MMS (MMS is the same as multimedia messaging in China), and asked me to look for it... Oh, this is it." My girlfriend handed me her phone.

The photo was taken with her phone in a dimly lit bar. The phone probably had a flash, but the quality wasn't great, and the photo was a bit distorted. My girlfriend and AI were both dressed in business casual attire, which is the standard dress code in the financial industry in the US: a shirt on top and a skirt or trousers on the bottom. However, both my girlfriend and AI's clothes were already somewhat disheveled. Several buttons on my girlfriend's shirt were undone, revealing her white lace bra. The fat white man had one arm around my girlfriend's slender waist, his thick hand cupping her ample breasts, while he took a picture with his phone in the other hand. AI also leaned in, pressing her face against the fat man's other shoulder, making a V-sign with her fingers, her dark blue silk shirt revealing a deep cleavage.

"Isn't this fat bastard afraid you'll sue him for workplace sexual harassment for taking pictures like this?" I asked sharply.

"He's not our department manager, so there's no direct conflict of interest... Besides, it's after work hours,"

my girlfriend said, head down, sounding aggrieved.

"Then why are you drinking with him? This fat guy looks disgusting," I continued.

"It was disgusting... He had that awful smell, even with heavy cologne, it still couldn't be masked. At first, Ai and I didn't want to be with him, but Ai said we'd just started working and it was best not to offend anyone, especially people in higher positions..." My girlfriend sounded even more aggrieved.

"Damn! He really is a Japanese bastard," I thought to myself. "And then what? What did you two do?" I continued to press.

"We all went home afterwards. We didn't stay at the bar for too long; we had to go to work the next day," my girlfriend hurriedly explained.

My girlfriend's anxious look was quite adorable. Her full breasts rose and fell beneath her sheer lace nightgown. I couldn't resist pulling her onto the bed, holding her in my arms, stroking her smooth hair as I said, "Be careful to avoid this person in the future; he's definitely not a good person."

My girlfriend nodded, tilting her head back, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me, pressing her fragrant lips to mine… That night, as we made love, the image of that fat, white man with his protruding belly pressing against my girlfriend kept flashing before my eyes. I imagined him greedily kissing her luscious lips, kneading her full breasts, his fingers constantly stimulating her sensitive nipples, his large belly pressing against her flat, smooth abdomen, forcefully inserting his equally ugly penis into her overflowing vagina.

This fantasy drove me wild with excitement. My girlfriend and I made love three times, leaving her covered in semen, forcing her to go to the bathroom to wash in the middle of the night.

And then, something suddenly occurred to me. I pulled out my phone, opened the call log, and found the day my girlfriend took the photo with that fat white guy.

That day, I called my girlfriend at 6:45, but she didn't answer. However, she texted me saying she was working overtime and couldn't answer, and also told me not to eat fast food for dinner, as it's bad for my health. I called her a few more times, but she didn't answer. She only sent me a text at 2:15 AM saying she had just left the company and told me to get a good night's sleep. The fat white guy sent her that picture text at 11:25 that same day. The photo must have been taken before that. That means my girlfriend had left the company at least before 11:00 AM.

My girlfriend lied. But one thing I'm sure of is that she hasn't betrayed me emotionally.

"Why did you get up to take a shower in the middle of the night?" my roommate's wife asked my girlfriend in the kitchen the next morning.

They had clearly become inseparable best friends.

My girlfriend gestured towards me, who was standing nearby eating cereal, and said, "It's all his fault, he got it all over me..."

My roommate's wife glanced at my roommate watching TV in the living room and said enviously, "Ours is as precious as oil!"

"Then can we lend him some?" My girlfriend regained her usual liveliness.

"You're so annoying..." My roommate's wife blushed.

The two women laughed together again, completely ignoring me eating cereal.

After breakfast, my girlfriend was about to drive home. I walked her downstairs and gave her a reluctant kiss goodbye, but she said heartlessly, "Be a good girl and wait for me to come back for comfort next time. Remember, don't cheat. If I find out you're not paying your dues, I'll bite your thing off!"

I angrily pinched her plump, round buttocks and watched her get into the car and drive away.

When I got home, my roommate had already gone to school. His wife was lounging on the living room sofa, reading a book. I glanced at the cover; it said "The Encyclopedia of Pregnancy and Eugenics."

I looked at her more closely. She was wearing a cute short-sleeved pajama top and capri pants. The pajama top had rabbit and bear patterns on it. Because she was leaning against the sofa on her side, the gap between the buttons on her pajama top revealed her snow-white skin, especially between the second and third buttons, where a glimpse of the rounded curve of her breasts was revealed, which was very alluring. She probably wasn't wearing a bra.

Her legs were placed sideways on the sofa, and the capri pants revealed her smooth, slender calves and pink soles. Her toes were pink and plump, easily making one imagine the color of her nipples or vulva. I felt myself getting hard again.

And just then, I remembered the video I hadn't had time to watch on my computer.

I can still clearly remember the excitement when I opened my laptop. Looking at the AVI file recorded by the high-definition webcam in the folder, my hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and my heart was pounding like a drum.

I put the laptop on silent and opened KMPlayer. It recorded a total of 34 minutes and 28 seconds. The video started playing.

I saw two girls enter the bedroom, then disappear from the camera's view. I was annoyed, and in my panic, I forgot to adjust the angle of my laptop. My bedroom has a large walk-in closet, so the two girls were naturally trying on clothes in front of the mirror, but my laptop wasn't positioned correctly and couldn't record that area.

Disappointed, I quickly scrolled through the camera, and unexpectedly, at 18 minutes, things took a turn for the better. My roommate's wife, whom I don't know what my girlfriend did to her, screamed loudly and tried to dodge, accidentally stepping into my webcam. I suddenly realized she was topless, wearing only a newly bought skirt, and clutching another pair of jeans and a short-sleeved lace blouse to her chest. It seemed my girlfriend had "molested" her.

Then, what happened next made my blood boil.

My roommate's wife was standing in front of my desk, with her jeans and blouse on a chair beside her. In an instant, her bare upper body was completely exposed to my laptop's webcam, and to my very eyes. This was the first time I'd seen her perfect upper body so naked and directly—her snow-white, full breasts, her delicate pink nipples, her smooth, flat stomach. Everything was so shocking; my brain buzzed, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. And that wasn't all. Then, in the footage secretly captured on the computer, she began to unbutton her skirt.

I was breathless. Instinctively, I reached into my underwear, grasped my burning-hot penis, and began to masturbate rapidly. I froze the image on my laptop at the moment she bent over and took off her skirt; her breasts hung in the air, her two bud-like nipples incredibly alluring. I really wanted to kiss her nipples hard, to kiss her entire body.

Fantasizing about frantically fucking her pussy while playing with her breasts, I ejaculated. The amount of semen was unusually large, even more and thicker than when I had sex with my girlfriend.

After ejaculation, men usually have a moment of rationality. This moment of rationality told me to do two things:

first, I must hide this video and savor it later; second, I must hurry to school, as I had a meeting with my advisor that morning. However, I smelled strongly of semen on myself, so I grabbed a change of underwear and prepared to shower. To be honest, I was quite afraid of running into her, afraid she would discover my secret, and afraid I would see her lose control and do something foolish. Thankfully, she wasn't in the living room anymore. I rushed into the bathroom.

The hot water washed away the filth on my body, but it also made me feel uneasy and apologetic. After all, she was a beautiful and kind girl, and I felt it was somewhat immoral to secretly film her like this. But thinking of her perfectly naked upper body, I felt a surge of excitement, and something restless within me began to stir again.

I finished showering in a daze, changed into new underwear, and hurried off to school. Just then, she came out of their room to go to the bathroom. I tried to avoid her, but she suddenly called out to me.

"Hey, you didn't take your underwear with you? Are you going to hang it here for display?" she yelled at me from the bathroom doorway.

This time, I noticed my dirty underwear was still hanging on the bathroom hanger. I quickly went to get it, and to my embarrassment, it was still hanging there, sticky and wet on the front, smelling strongly of semen. She must have seen it.

I took the dirty underwear and turned around to find her still standing in the bathroom doorway. Our eyes met unintentionally, and she quickly looked away. Fifteen minutes ago, I was watching her masturbate naked; fifteen minutes later, she was standing beside me, exuding a faint, feminine fragrance.

Her beautiful breasts were high and firm. Just moments ago, I had fantasized countless times in my mind about kneading those proud peaks and sucking on her pink nipples. And now, she was within my reach. I could reach out and grasp her breasts.

Of course, I didn't dare do anything. I threw my underwear in the laundry basket in the bedroom and hurriedly went to school. That whole day, no, for the next few days, my mind was filled with nothing but the image of her naked upper body. I watched that video repeatedly, thinking about her, and I masturbated constantly… I was addicted to it until an unexpected event a few days later temporarily diverted my attention.

It was an evening when I called my girlfriend as usual. She didn't answer, so I left a message asking her to call me back. At that time, we were discussing our engagement. The engagement was really just registering our marriage in the US, but the actual wedding would be held when I had the opportunity to return to China. During the

day, I received an email from my mother in China, urging me to register my marriage with my girlfriend in the US as soon as possible. My mom met my girlfriend and was very satisfied with her (of course, she didn't know everything about her); my dad also met her and was very satisfied too. He met her thoroughly, and that was while I was video chatting with him on Skype.

I was helping my dad look at some English documents. He doesn't understand English very well, so I was translating the most important paragraphs for him in Word as I read, so I minimized the chat window and wasn't speaking. My girlfriend came out of the bathroom after showering, unaware that I was video chatting with my dad. She went into the bedroom, threw off her towel, and walked around the room naked. Wearing headphones, I didn't realize that my girlfriend was naked behind me… When I maximized the window to copy and send the English translation to my dad, I noticed that he was staring intently at me from behind, his eyes looking strange. I turned around and saw my girlfriend sitting on the bed, one long, smooth leg out, the other bent, applying lotion to her calf. Her open thighs were facing my webcam… Needless to say, my dad saw not only his future daughter-in-law's full, white breasts, but also her plump vulva and wet labia… I was very familiar with that look in my dad's eyes. I remember when I was a child, he was doing business in another city, and every time he came home, he would look at my mother with that same look… But anyway, my dad was very supportive of my girlfriend and me being together.

So I originally wanted to continue discussing registering our marriage in the US with my girlfriend, but I found that even though it was already 10:30 pm, she still hadn't answered my calls. I thought she might be working overtime, but then I remembered the text message from a few days ago, and I felt uneasy.

Almost instinctively, I turned on my computer, opened Gmail, and entered my girlfriend's email address, but suddenly I couldn't remember her password. She had told me before, but I never thought to check her emails, so I never paid any attention. I vaguely remembered it being a set of numbers and letters related to me.

I tried my birthday and my initials, but it didn't work. I tried my initials and my birthday, and Gmail showed a loading screen.

My girlfriend's inbox only had five or six emails, all spam. I typed the white manager's name into the field, and his emails immediately appeared in the spell suggestions. It seemed he had indeed emailed my girlfriend. I pressed enter. Two screens of email results appeared. The subject of the most recent email was: "wanna slid my big white cock into your tight sexy body now." Seeing this email title, my heart sank. Although my love for my girlfriend had always made me tolerant, the thought of her beautiful, youthful body being enjoyed by such a sleazy, obese middle-aged man made me feel uneasy and jealous. Especially since my girlfriend only visits me once a month, spending a couple of days with me, and at that very moment, this obese man might be holding her in his arms, carefully caressing every inch of her smooth skin; perhaps, her mouth is currently sucking on this obese man's thick penis… I felt uneasy and agitated, mechanically opening one email after another from this sleazy man to my girlfriend. His emails were mostly empty, the messages confined to the subject lines, filled with vulgar, provocative language. My girlfriend almost never replied to these emails, only occasionally replying with "Brian, ur drunk." To be honest, based on the emails from this middle-aged sleazy man named Braun, it's hard to say whether he and my girlfriend were actually having an affair (maybe this was just wishful thinking on my part). His emails can be broadly divided into two categories. One is: "I want to fuck you hard."

"I want to lick your juicy pussy."

"I want to share your big tits with George." (The name George appears several times, but I don't know who he is.) The other is: "Your little pussy is so wet."

"Your little cunt is squeezing my big cock so tight it's making me feel amazing."

"Fucking your big tits feels so good, you're such a slut."

The former is mostly just this guy named Brian fantasizing about his girlfriend with vulgar language. He says he wants to do this and that, but that probably hasn't happened yet. The latter is harder to say, because it's hard to tell whether his words come from his fantasies or his recollection of reality.

I carefully read each of his letters, trying to find some solid clues... As I read his letters one by one, I kept picturing my girlfriend reading them. How would she react?

Angry? Probably not. If she's really angry, she could just give Brian a piece of her mind, unless she has some reservations... If she really does have some reservations, what if that bastard Brian uses this opportunity to blackmail his girlfriend? What if he forces her to have sex with him?

As I thought about it, an image involuntarily appeared before my eyes: a fat, beer-bellied middle-aged man, ignoring his girlfriend's pitiful pleas, using his hairy, muscular hands to part her long, slender, white legs, completely exposing her pink labia and wet vulva. He drooled as he greedily savored her full, firm breasts, while his fingers slid back and forth, stimulating her sensitive clitoris and labia, until she was overflowing with lustful fluids and panting heavily. Only then did he pull out his enormous penis and press the large, hot glans against her flower-like vulva... Thinking about this, my penis actually became hot and hard.

Everyone has various sexual fantasies about their partner. For example, my ex-girlfriend, although seemingly a very well-behaved Chinese girl, particularly loved it when I wore our school's rugby uniform, blindfolded her with a black cloth, handcuffed her hands behind her back, and then made her bend over on the bed while I fucked her from behind. Every time we did this, she would quickly reach orgasm. After we broke up, she actually found a guy who was a member of our school's rugby team to be her boyfriend, and he was black.

As for my sexual fantasies about my past girlfriends, I've never told them. Mainly, I'm ashamed to talk about it, because I like to fantasize about them being fucked by other men.

It's always been a pure fantasy until I met my current girlfriend, who is now my fiancée, and an accident made this fantasy a reality.

Although my girlfriend and I met through sex, we didn't really start dating and falling in love until some time later. Although my girlfriend has a bold side, she is very serious, sensitive, and devoted in relationships, which is why I love her.

Although we slept together on our first meeting, from then until we officially started dating, we never had any intimate physical contact. Even after we confirmed our relationship, my girlfriend remained reserved. We kissed and held hands, but there was no further physical contact. I understood that my girlfriend was seriously cultivating our relationship and didn't want it to be influenced by pure lust.

But for me, a young man full of vigor and with morning erections every day, being surrounded by a beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure but unable to act on my desires was torture.

It was because my girlfriend was so chaste that my unbearable desires led me to think of crooked methods. So, by chance, I thought of secretly filming.

The DV camera I used for secretly filming was bought on eBay (see picture below). Such secretly filming DV cameras are readily available and cheap. With it, I was just waiting for the right opportunity.

It was nearing summer vacation when my roommate's father, Uncle Huang (not the same person as my current roommate; his surname was Huang, and we all called him Ah Huang, he was my classmate), came to visit me from China. Since it was an international flight, he bought two bottles of Moutai at the duty-free shop at Beijing airport. The next day at noon, he invited us to lunch to try this rare and exquisite wine. Naturally, I invited my girlfriend along.

Uncle Huang was probably in his forties and likely a government official in China (otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to send Ah Huang abroad for university, where tuition alone cost three or four thousand US dollars a year). He was eloquent, rather thin, but well-maintained. However, he always looked at my girlfriend with a lecherous gaze. She wore a cute low-cut dress, and Uncle Huang would constantly take the opportunity to glance at her chest—clearly a lecherous old man.

Because of his connections in the Chinese government, Uncle Huang had a high alcohol tolerance and was good at persuading others to drink. However, because Ah Huang and I had the same statistics class in the afternoon, we didn't dare drink too much, while my girlfriend didn't have class that afternoon. Uncle Huang then forced her to drink quite a bit, and by the time we finished lunch, she was completely drunk.

Because my girlfriend was drunk, I had to help her to my room to rest. As soon as I put her on the bed, she fell into a deep sleep. Looking at her pretty face, her fair skin, and her full breasts rising and falling, I really couldn't resist. I wanted to rekindle our romance, but at that time, firstly, I had class in the afternoon and was about to be late. Ah Huang was still waiting for me in the living room, and that damned teacher would take attendance every class, and missing one class would deduct 5% from my final grade; secondly, I was afraid that my girlfriend would find out and get angry and break off our relationship. Actually, I still really liked her. So, after much hesitation, I still didn't dare to act, but I remembered my little hidden camera.

Since I hadn't prepared beforehand, I didn't know how much battery it had left. I turned it on and saw it could still record, so I quickly used tape to secure it behind a Peking Opera mask decoration on my desk opposite the bed, letting the lens film through the mask's eyes. This was a good way to disguise the camera and prevent my girlfriend from finding it (my old gum-shaped camera was an early model; it always had a green light while filming, making it easy to spot. Modern gum-shaped cameras don't have any indicator lights).

After placing the gum-shaped camera, I hurriedly left. My intention was that my girlfriend might feel uncomfortable sleeping, and maybe she would undress, or perhaps I could even film her masturbating (purely a fantasy influenced by Ameri Can Pie). Anyway, secretly filming a beautiful woman sleeping is always exciting! Especially after months of not eating meat (in a serious relationship with my girlfriend, I naturally wouldn't dare to cheat).

I endured until class ended. I was in a rush to get home, but something else held me back. Ah Huang went home first, and I didn't get home until after dinner. By the time I got home, my girlfriend had already left. I didn't even have time to call her; I quickly copied the video from the chewing gum DV to my computer to watch.

Perhaps because the battery was low, the DV only recorded about half an hour of video. The first half showed my girlfriend sound asleep; she must have drunk quite a bit, not even turning over. But about ten minutes after we left, I vaguely heard someone knocking on the door in the video. It was Uncle Huang's voice. He asked my girlfriend through the door if she felt unwell, how she was feeling, but because she was sleeping so soundly, she didn't respond at all.

Then I heard the door open, and Uncle Huang came into my room. Although my bedroom door can be locked from the inside, it must be locked from the inside. I closed the door from the outside when I left, so I couldn't lock it from the inside. And since my girlfriend was asleep, I naturally couldn't lock the door from the inside either, so that's how that old lecher, Uncle Huang, got in.

After entering the room, he gently called his girlfriend's name a few more times, but she didn't respond. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed. Because the filming was done through a small hole in the mask's eye, the full view wasn't visible, so it's unclear what he did while sitting on the bed (perhaps he stroked her hair and face).

After a few minutes, he gently nudged his girlfriend again, but she still didn't react. He then became bolder, gently pulling up the top of her dress and pulling the straps apart, revealing her full, firm breasts through her white bra. Mr.

Huang touched her breasts a few times through the bra, seemingly unsatisfied, and carefully removed her bra, revealing a pair of snow-white, full breasts completely before him, with pink nipples trembling slightly.

Mr. Huang couldn't wait to start playing with his girlfriend's large breasts, grasping her breasts like ripe peaches and gently kneading them, then pinching and twisting her nipples with his right index finger and thumb.

Seeing this accidentally captured video, I was stunned…

It was the first time I'd ever witnessed my girlfriend's youthful body being played with by another man. A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: shock, anger, jealousy, frustration, and—most difficult to express—excitement.

For the first time, I discovered how thrilling it was to watch my beloved woman being caressed and played with by a stranger. But along with the thrill came a mix of anger and heartache born of love—the legendary bittersweet experience.

Watching my girlfriend's snow-white, plump breasts being squeezed and deformed in Uncle Huang's hands, watching her pink nipples harden and stand erect, the pleasure in my heart slowly overwhelmed my anger. I watched every frame of the secretly filmed video intently, my penis already standing tall and erect.

Uncle Huang pinched my girlfriend's two erect nipples and pulled them upwards, her full breasts being pulled high, her snow-white flesh rippling like water with each pull. Soon, my girlfriend's two originally small nipples were swollen and large, red like two cherries, from Uncle Huang's kneading.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but reach into my pants, grasp my hot, throbbing penis, and start stroking it.

Uncle Huang suddenly lowered his head and took one of my girlfriend's cherry-like nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Seeing this, I was so excited that I almost ejaculated! Imagine, my girlfriend was only a sophomore in college, not even twenty years old. Such a youthful body, yet her nipples were being sucked and licked by a man in his forties, one on each side. Her pink areolas were covered with the man's dirty saliva, and her large breasts were being wantonly rubbed and abused by his big hands... For me, this was an unprecedented shock and excitement... (49) That night, I spent my time in such wild thoughts and reminiscing about the past. I couldn't get through to my girlfriend on the phone, and she didn't reply to my text messages. It wasn't until the next morning that she texted me to tell me that she wanted to call me after work, but her phone was out of battery. She had a headache when she got home, took some medicine, and went to bed early. She had put her phone on the pillow to charge, intending to call me before falling asleep, but the medicine was so strong that she fell asleep before her phone was even fully charged (less than 5%). She even forgot to turn off the light on the bedside table, leaving it on all night.

Suddenly, I felt a little guilty about my thoughts last night. After my girlfriend started working, she developed mild anxiety and insomnia due to the busy work schedule and high stress levels. She saw a doctor who prescribed some sleep aids, including a pink round pill labeled "m z2," which is scientifically known as zolpidem, a relatively strong sleeping pill that takes effect within 15 minutes. She only takes these pills when she's genuinely unwell.

We texted for a while, initially about her health, then we started teasing each other. I said I wanted to eat her big breasts, and she said she'd give them to me if I called her mom. I called her mom, and she said I still wouldn't get any. I said, "Then send me a picture of your breasts."

She replied, "Go to hell, I'm at work, I have to meet with my manager later."

I continued texting, "Then take a selfie, I miss you."

She replied, "Okay, you're the worst! ^_^"

A little while later, she sent me a selfie via MMS. The photo was taken in the mirror of her company's restroom. My girlfriend was wearing a black suit skirt, black stockings, and a white shirt. Her hair was styled in a bun, exuding a youthful and capable aura, showcasing a unique office lady charm. But what was even more alluring was that she deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing a light violet lace bra. She lightly tugged at the bra with one hand, revealing the edge of her areola and her barely visible nipple.

I was immediately aroused. If I could travel through time, I would want to go to that restroom right now and take her right there. I suppressed my impulse and texted her teasingly, "Are you meeting your manager like this in a bit?"

She replied, "You're the worst! I almost got caught just now, so I have to hide in the stall. Yeah, I'm going to see him like this in a bit. What's wrong? Jealous? Hehe."

"Hmph, you little vixen!" I had intended to tease my girlfriend, but instead, she teased me instead!

"Okay, I'm going now. I'll call you when I have time," my girlfriend replied.

My girlfriend's photo reignited my fighting spirit, but glancing at the clock, I realized it was getting late and I had to go to school, so I got up. My roommates were already up, and my roommate was getting ready to leave, frantically searching for something. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said he couldn't find his phone. I was in a hurry to use the bathroom, so I didn't pay him much attention. But when I entered the bathroom, he asked if I could borrow my phone to make a call. I told him through the bathroom door that my phone was on my bed and he could just get it.

A little while later, I heard his phone ring; it seemed to have fallen under the sofa. He grabbed it and hurriedly left. When I came out of the bathroom, it dawned on me—my phone was unlocked, and it showed the very photo my girlfriend had just sent me! If he used my phone to make a call, he would definitely see that photo!

I unlocked my phone; it was the home screen, which meant he had definitely seen the sexy photo my girlfriend had just sent me. I subconsciously checked the MMS messages on my phone; he hadn't sent the photo to his phone. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I glanced at my Gmail (I'm using an Android phone) and, shockingly, saw that he had sent the photo to his own email using my Gmail account! That bastard!

When I finished breakfast and was about to leave for school, my roommate's wife was spreading out a yoga mat on the living room floor, preparing to practice yoga. She was wearing pink sweatpants and a white tank top with a low-cut neckline, revealing an alluring cleavage. Because she was far away, I didn't know if she was wearing a bra. She sat cross-legged on the mat, relaxed her upper body, placed her hands on her knees, and began to regulate her breathing, her high breasts rising and falling, exceptionally sexy. When

I got to school, I remembered that the library book I borrowed was due today and couldn't be renewed; I had to return it. In my haste this morning, I had forgotten about it, so I had to go back home to get the book. I unlocked the door; the yoga mat was still on the living room floor, but my roommate's wife was gone. The sound of running water came from the bathroom; she must have finished yoga and was taking a shower. Her white tank top and pink sweatpants were draped over the back of a living room chair, making one wonder if she had undressed in the living room before going to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but glance towards the bathroom and noticed something even more intriguing—the bathroom door wasn't fully closed, just a crack.

My roommate's wife probably hadn't expected me to come home so suddenly and assumed no one was home, so she was careless. But that crack seemed to have a magical pull, drawing me to peek through it.

At the same time, I was conflicted. Such blatant peeping, if discovered, could have dire consequences. So I hesitated, my heart pounding, my palms sweating as I gripped my car keys.

After much deliberation, I decided to sneak a peek anyway. I held my breath and quietly walked to the bathroom door. I pressed myself against the wall and peered through the steamy, damp crack in the door. Behind the semi-transparent shower curtain, my roommate's wife was applying shower gel to her body. Although the curtain obscured her view, the light streaming through the window above the bathtub cast a soft glow, vaguely outlining her shapely figure and making her even more alluring.

Thinking about how my roommate had peeked at my girlfriend's sexy photos that morning, I wanted to rush in, rip open the curtain, and get my revenge! Just then, I noticed my roommate's wife had changed her bottle—it seemed to be feminine wash—as she began diligently washing her genitals. Imagining her delicate hands caressing her most sensitive areas, I felt a primal urge surge through me!

Suddenly, my roommate's wife's smooth, white arm emerged from behind the curtain, startling me as I intently watched. She seemed to be reaching for the lotion by the sink, but it was too far away, so she had to lean forward, revealing her right snow-white arm. Because of her forward lean, most of her breast was also visible from behind the shower curtain, its perfectly rounded curves faintly visible.

But I dared not peek through the crack in the door anymore, afraid she would see me. If she turned her head, she would definitely see me peeking through the crack. Just as I was quietly trying to leave, a scream suddenly came from the bathroom, followed by a splashing sound, the sound of the shower curtain being ripped off, then a thud as her body fell to the floor, and a painful scream from her.

I didn't know what had happened, but her scream made me instinctively rush into the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, I saw her slip and fall from the bathtub to the floor. Bottles, toothbrushes, cologne, and other items on the sink were scattered all over the floor. The shower curtain, which she had probably grabbed when she slipped, had its plastic clips blown off. She was naked and lying outside the bathtub; she must have lost her balance while reaching for something and slipped and fell.

When she saw me suddenly appear, she was first surprised, then became somewhat flustered. She had fallen sideways to the ground, completely naked, her flawless skin glistening with water droplets, her dark hair disheveled and clinging to her forehead, her soft pink nipples like dew-kissed buds about to bloom. Because she had fallen sideways, her two full breasts were pressed together, forming a deep cleavage, which looked particularly alluring. Her long, shapely legs also revealed a clearly visible patch of dark pubic hair… But her face was deathly pale, her expression contorted with pain. She tried to struggle to move, but couldn't budge an inch.

I quickly called out to her, "Don't move! You might break a bone. I'll take you to the hospital."

As I spoke, I took a bath towel from the shelf on the wall and helped her dry off. She tried to avoid me, not wanting me to touch her. But her arm, which was pressed against her side, seemed to be injured and she couldn't move it at all. Seeing her still struggling, I became anxious, shouting at her while covering her completely with the bath towel.

Perhaps she was intimidated by my seriousness, or perhaps the towel covering her made her feel less embarrassed for the time being; she became more cooperative. I carefully examined her injuries: her right ankle was sprained and swollen like a bun, while her left foot was fine. I lifted a corner of the towel and found a bruise on the side of her right thigh. I pressed it gently, and she cried out in pain. It was a fresh injury, probably from when she fell and hit her leg on the edge of the bathtub.

Through the lifted towel, I could see the mysterious triangle between her legs. Her pubic hair grew on her mons pubis, her labia majora were snow-white and smooth, plump and rounded like a bun, and the labia minora between them were thin, pink, and tightly closed. I pretended to check her left leg injury and slightly parted her legs, but her labia minora remained closed, making one's imagination run wild; her vagina must be very tight and pleasurable.

But seeing her pained expression, I couldn't let my mind wander too much. I checked her arms again. Her right arm, which was pinned under her body, was immobile and appeared to be dislocated, though probably not broken. Her left wrist was sprained from the fall, but her arm itself seemed fine.

I carefully helped her up, helping her stand with one foot against the sink, and then helped her get dressed.

Before dressing her, I used the towel wrapped around her to dry her body. As the towel touched her full breasts and tender nipples, her nipples immediately became erect; I hadn't expected her body to be so sensitive. For a moment, I couldn't resist, and through the towel, pretending to dry her, I flicked her erect nipples a few times with my fingers, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Since both her hands were immobile, after drying her, I could only help her put on her underwear. To avoid embarrassing her, I wrapped the towel around her again, then pulled her panties, which were hanging behind the door, up from under her feet, reaching into the towel to pull them up, so she wouldn't worry about exposing her most private parts to me. But in the final moment of helping her pull it up, I saw her alluring pink vulva again. Her tightly closed labia minora were glistening with moisture; I didn't know if I was seeing things or if she was truly wet.

After putting on her underwear, I took her tank top from the shelf behind the door. I looked around but couldn't find any bra, so I asked if she wanted one. Her face instantly turned bright red, and she lowered her head without saying a word. I had no choice but to take her cute tank top and help her put it on.

Putting on the tank top was a bit more difficult because her right arm seemed dislocated and she couldn't lift it. So I had to start by putting her right arm on, then her head and left arm.

After getting her right arm on and her head on, I had to remove the towel wrapped around her body, otherwise the tank top wouldn't come off.

Although I was very careful as I pulled down her tank top and tore open her towel, her breasts still bounced and were exposed before my eyes. Seeing her breasts up close, my heart couldn't help but pound

.

Her breasts were perfectly teardrop-shaped, rounded hemispheres, with the nipples slightly upturned. The areolas were a very light pink color, and the nipples were smaller than my girlfriend's, appearing very delicate. The nipples were slightly concave in the middle, very alluring, making me want to gently suckle them.

Seeing my eyes fixed on her breasts, she became shy again, lowering her head and murmuring,

"Ugh, stop looking, what's so interesting..."

I snapped out of my daze, feeling a little embarrassed, and casually said, "You're beautiful, that's why I'm looking."

Hearing my compliment, she fell silent again, still looking down, but I could tell she wasn't angry. However, I couldn't go too far, so I quickly straightened her vest, helped her to the living room, found her workout clothes, and helped her put on her pants. The long-sleeved top was a bit difficult to put on; I only managed to get one arm in, leaving the other arm inside. I zipped it up halfway, then carried her downstairs.

She wasn't used to me carrying her with both arms, saying she was too heavy and worried I'd get tired. But I go to the gym every day for a workout, so I easily lifted her up. She obediently put her still-mobile left arm on my shoulder. I carried her downstairs and drove her to the ER.

Thankfully, it wasn't a serious injury, just a dislocation and a sprain. The doctor put the dislocated arm back in place, temporarily bandaged it, and gave us some topical ointment for sprains, anti-inflammatory drugs, and painkillers. Then we went home.

On the way back, my roommate's wife and I coordinated our story, and then I called my roommate to tell him that his wife had accidentally fallen while practicing yoga that morning, spraining her ankle and dislocating her arm, but that she was fine now, and that he shouldn't worry. My roommate's wife repeatedly told me not to let slip that she had fallen in the bathroom, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

I suddenly felt a little excited about lying to her husband with her.

After this incident, both my roommate and his wife were very grateful to me. My roommate thought I had only taken his injured wife to the hospital and had been kept in the dark, while his wife was not only grateful that I had taken her to the hospital, but also that I had kept the whole thing a secret.

I don't know if it was because I had seen her naked, but she wasn't as reserved and cautious around me as before. Sometimes she would even make some slightly risqué jokes with me. For example, one morning when I got up to go to the bathroom, because of morning erection, my penis was hard, and I accidentally peed on the edge of the toilet. She noticed and said to me, "Can't you hold onto your thing properly? Have some aim?"

I said, "It's too big, hard to control. Why don't you hold it for me?"

She wasn't annoyed, and made a gesture as if holding a very thin thing, continuing to joke with me,

"Okay, come on, I'll help you."

Sometimes, I would also take the opportunity to touch her inappropriately, patting her buttocks or touching her breasts. Although she would dodge, she wasn't angry.

But it was precisely these small acts of encouragement that ultimately led to the events that followed.

That incident was purely accidental. My girlfriend had been quite busy with work and hadn't visited me for over a month, so I was genuinely a bit anxious.

That night, I went to another classmate's house with my roommate to celebrate him passing his thesis proposal. Because I had stayed up all night playing games the night before, I wasn't really in the zone that night. After a few beers, I felt a bit tipsy and unwell, so I went home early to catch up on some sleep.

When I got home, I found my roommate's wife had just finished showering and was doing a clay mask in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink. She probably didn't expect me to be back so soon, so she was only wearing a tank top and briefs. The bathroom door faces the living room door, so I saw her as soon as I got in. Because she had just showered, her hair was wet, her skin was smooth and glistening with moisture, her full breasts were bulging against the narrow tank top, outlining her curves, her pert bottom was encased in her briefs, and her long, smooth legs were beautiful. I immediately felt aroused. She didn't seem too embarrassed when she saw me; she just left the bathroom door slightly ajar. But I don't know if it was because... Perhaps due to being drunk, or perhaps because of her usual encouragement, I actually walked to the bathroom, pushed open the door, and told her I needed to urinate. At this point, we were almost face-to-face. I could see not only her light-colored nipples through her tank top, but also the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties. She said, "Wait a minute."

I said, "I can't wait any longer." Saying this, I pulled out my already erect penis and pretended to urinate. She saw my penis and felt I had gone too far. Although we joked around sometimes, we had never been so direct, so she was a little annoyed and said, "Let me out first."

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, I said, "No." I hugged her from behind, pressed her against the sink, and hastily pushed her tank top up over her breasts, grabbing her round, full breasts with both hands. Through the mirror in the sink, I could see her breasts being wantonly squeezed and kneaded by my hands, feeling very excited.

She started to struggle, saying, "You've had too much to drink, let me go." I ignored her and continued to knead her breasts, playing with her small nipples. Each struggle of hers resulted in her firm buttocks pressing against my penis, which felt incredibly good. I kissed her neck and earlobes, my fingers quickly flicking her nipples. Despite her resistance, her nipples quickly hardened, like two cherries. I continued to knead her full breasts with one hand, while the other hand reached down, slipping inside her panties, touching her full mound of flesh, her wet pubic hair, and my fingers touching her moist vulva. She tried to dodge my hand, but with my buttocks pressing against her, she couldn't escape. I quickly caught her clitoris, which was wet. Every time I touched her clitoris, her body trembled, and vaginal fluid kept flowing out, sticking to my slippery hand.

I tried to pull down her panties, but she gripped the waistband tightly. I had to pin her hands behind her back, using one hand to hold them down, and press her against the sink, raising her buttocks. Then, with my other hand, I pulled down her panties, revealing her plump, snow-white buttocks. Although she struggled, it was futile. I couldn't resist looking down to examine her vulva closely. Her pink labia were slippery and covered in clear fluid. With each twitch, a milky-white stream of fluid was slowly squeezed out, dripping onto the floor in a long line.

Women are strange; even while resisting, her vulva was dripping wet. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking her moist slit. Her body trembled, tensed, and then even more fluid gushed out. I simply kissed her vulva. Her body writhed uncontrollably, more and more vaginal fluid flowed out, and while cursing me, she began to moan incoherently.

I forcefully pressed her against the sink, pulled out my large penis, and easily inserted it into her already soaking wet and tender vagina—tight and warm.

She was still struggling, still cursing me, but her curses grew softer and softer, replaced by rapid moans. The previously noisy bathroom became quiet, with only the "splashing" sounds of water as I penetrated her and her low, labored breathing. After about a dozen thrusts, I felt like I was going to ejaculate, but I couldn't. I pulled out my penis, turned her over, and made her sit on the sink with her legs spread apart. This time she cooperated quite well. I thrust into her vagina from the front again, thrusting hard while lowering my head to suck on her nipple. After about ten thrusts, her breathing suddenly intensified, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She even reached out and hugged my neck, and her vagina began to twitch, tightly sucking on my penis, with streams of fluid flowing out. I knew she had orgasmed. The stimulation was unbearable, and I couldn't help but let out a low growl, thrusting my penis deep into her body, ejaculating... I don't remember much afterward, but I think she said she was going to take a shower, pushed me out, and I went back to my room to sleep. Later, my roommate came home and woke me up. My mind was foggy, and I wasn't scared. After he went inside, I got up to pee in the bathroom. I smelled air freshener in the bathroom, but I couldn't smell the semen and vaginal fluid. Passing by my roommate's room, I deliberately stopped to eavesdrop, but there was no sound.

The next morning, I got up and went to the kitchen for breakfast. My roommate wasn't up yet. I saw her in the living room, and she whispered to me, "This isn't over yet." I then realized I had done something beastly. I chased her to the kitchen to apologize, but she ignored me and went back to her room.

Many things are unpredictable, like how I had been secretly fantasizing about my roommate's wife for so long, and then, after drinking a little, my fantasies became reality.

This morning she deliberately avoided me and ignored me, and I was still a little scared. I was afraid she would call 911 and report me for rape. But after calming down a bit and thinking about it carefully, I realized that if she wanted to sue me, she should have called the police right after we finished last night, when there was no evidence. But not only did she not call the police, she also washed her underwear stained with my semen and took a thorough shower, clearly not intending to keep any evidence against me. Besides, she's a rather shy girl; she probably wouldn't want to publicize something like this. And more importantly—she had a very passionate orgasm last night.

I clearly remember the moment she climaxed; she suddenly opened her beautiful eyes wide, filled with a mixture of dazedness, shyness, and pleasure. She hugged my neck tightly, her full breasts pressed against my bare chest, her nipples erect with excitement, like two hard candies pressing against me.

Her calves hooked tightly around my thighs, her overflowing, wet vagina gripping my large penis tightly, lost in the moment, enveloping my entire shaft deep within her flower... I remember a captivating yet lewd smile playing on her lips—so at least for that instant, she was probably as immersed in the pleasure of sex as I was. Because of this, I figured she wouldn't accuse me of rape.

But I still felt uneasy. Even if she didn't report it, what if she told my roommate the truth? Would he do something foolish in his anger?

My roommate got up to wash and we met in the living room. Judging from his expression, he was still completely unaware, but I felt guilty and quickly returned to my room. After all, I had just slept with someone's newlywed, beautiful wife, and I still felt a little ashamed.

Because I had a guilty conscience, in my haste, I forgot my phone on the dining table in the living room. When I remembered and went out of my room to get it, I found my roommate secretly looking through my phone again. I couldn't help but recall the time a few days ago when he secretly looked at the sexy photos my girlfriend sent me. I felt a little less uneasy because I thought my actions could be considered a form of revenge. But then I wondered, what if he, after finding out the truth, wanted to get revenge on me and went and had sex with my girlfriend?

I couldn't stop my mind from wandering: if what happened yesterday had been my girlfriend and roommate, my girlfriend would probably have been raped by my roommate too, right? I remember when I first started sharing an apartment with my roommate, before he got married, whenever my girlfriend came to visit, he would lewdly stare at her, especially when she was walking around the living room in a sexy nightgown; his eyes would practically spit fire. Back then, he was probably also plotting to pin my girlfriend down and rape her, wasn't he?

I remember that time my girlfriend and I came back from a friend's birthday party. She was heavily intoxicated and collapsed on the sofa in the living room as soon as we got home. I went to take a shower and only realized I'd left my bathrobe in the room when I turned on the shower. I left the shower running and came out of the bathroom, just in time to see my roommate sitting frantically next to my girlfriend. She was completely drunk, her clothes disheveled. Her dress and bra straps were pulled up to her upper arms, revealing a large expanse of her fair, delicate breasts. The hem of her dress was flipped up, revealing her semi-transparent black pantyhose, through which her white, sheer lace panties were clearly visible, and I could even vaguely see her full mons pubis.

My roommate saw me and was terrified. He awkwardly pointed at my drunken girlfriend and said, "She seems a little unwell, is she going to throw up?" If I hadn't happened to witness it, who knows what he might have done to my girlfriend?

Thinking about it now, I don't feel so bad about him.

My roommate's wife actually went to school with him that morning. This surprised me. My roommate told me his wife wants to prepare for the TOEFL to improve her English, and she plans to go to the school library to study every day starting today. His wife studied music and dance education at a teachers' college in China, and her English isn't particularly good, so she's been trying to learn it. But her sudden diligence at this time makes me uneasy. I've

been overthinking all day, wondering what my roommate's wife and he talk about when they're together. What if she says something? Will my roommate come after me? If that happens, I might as well let him sleep with my girlfriend to even things out. He'd definitely be happy to; I know he's been fantasizing about my girlfriend for a long time. But what about my girlfriend? Will she agree? Of course, I can't tell her directly, because that would expose me, and she might not forgive me… Or maybe I should just do it openly, a threesome?

Although my girlfriend rarely talks about her ex-boyfriend, that jerk white guy, I suspect she and Jerk (she still calls him Jerk) had a threesome. After we got together, she deleted a lot of photos of her ex, but I remember seeing photos of them traveling in the Caribbean with another white guy.

It was on a rather deserted island with a beautiful white sand beach, but only my girlfriend and the two guys were there. My girlfriend was wearing a sexy white bikini with a white cotton beach skirt over it. Later, she took off her beach skirt and went swimming in the sea, but surprisingly, she took off her bikini too, spraying sunscreen on her naked body before swimming.

In the next photo, there's a selfie of the three of them, with my girlfriend holding a camera between the two guys, her full, bare breasts being held by each of them, her hard nipples peeking out from between their fingers like two tempting cherries, while she laughed heartily without any apparent concern.

In the next photo, the other guy was lying on a beach towel, not wearing swim trunks, his huge penis erect, while his girlfriend sat beside him, holding a Corona light beer in one hand and pointing at the guy's erect penis with the other, looking surprised and cute... I was secretly looking at my girlfriend's photos at the time, and before I finished looking, she came in, so I quickly closed the folder and didn't see what happened next. But I guess they probably did it... If my girlfriend was okay with a threesome back then, then she probably wouldn't have a problem now, right?

Suddenly I feel ridiculous, how did I even think about a threesome?

[The End]

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