My wife's friend and I's cohabitation life: Kitchen scenes

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First, let me explain why I applied to join Happiness Village. One day, I stumbled upon the story of "A Lone Star" online. At first, I found it incomprehensible, but as I learned more, I realized this beautiful woman was extraordinary, even developing a kind of infatuation with her (I wonder if other villagers feel the same way?). Finally, I found Happiness Village and applied to join.
The first thing I did upon joining was add "A Lone Star" as a friend, but after waiting and waiting without a reply, I started wandering aimlessly around the village.
Please don't judge me, dear readers; at first, I thought it was a porn site. With this preconceived notion, I naturally searched with that in mind, but after searching for a long time, I found nothing, which was a bit disappointing. However, as I learned more, I discovered the fun of the website and also found incredibly beautiful people like Sister T. What attracted me to Sister T wasn't her figure, but rather her attitude towards life, which captivated me and stirred up some old memories. What follows is a recounting of my true experiences based on my recollections; of course, you can also read it as a poorly written novel.
It was the summer of 2003. I was 28, and my wife was two years younger than me, but we had been married for two years. Because we were living paycheck to paycheck and couldn't afford a house, coupled with our parents' disapproval of our marriage and their constant financial constraints, we basically lived with a friend of my wife's for those two years. Her friend had also been married for a little over a year and didn't have children yet.
It was an old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment; although old, it was still our home. Looking back now, I'm truly grateful to them. For the past two years, we've been living here for free. Of course, we sometimes bought groceries and cooked, and over time, we became like family. The four of us became close friends who could talk about anything. Even when we argued, it was usually three to one. In short, among us, we've shared everything except husbands and wives.
One day in [month], we experienced an unprecedented heat wave. It was incredibly hot; even sitting still, you'd be drenched in sweat (we didn't have air conditioning back then). Finally, I got home from work. My two wives were cooking in the kitchen, while Z (my wife's friend's husband) and I were hanging laundry on the balcony. Since we're men, we only wore underwear when we got home (we were so familiar with each other that there was nothing to be embarrassed about), while the women wore tank tops and skirts, and of course, underwear underneath.
We had just finished hanging the clothes up and brought them to the living room when my wife came running over, covered in sweat. She stood in front of the fan, complaining, "You men have it so good, you can take your clothes off! We women are so pitiful!" I laughed and replied, "You and Yanzi (Z's wife's nickname) can also take your clothes off like that, I have no objection." Then I gave Z a mischievous smile, and Z smiled back with the same expression, saying, "We're all family, what's the big deal? Take them off, I support you."
When I said that, I really didn't have any ulterior motives; it was just a casual joke between husband and wife. To my surprise, my wife immediately objected: "Hmph, you think I wouldn't dare? I'll take them off with Yanzi right now."
Watching my wife walk into the kitchen, I said to Z, "Do you think they really dare to take them off?" Z shook his head: "I doubt they would."
Just then, we saw my wife and Yanzi whispering to each other, constantly glancing our way. Z and I were completely bewildered when we saw them reach into their clothes and pull out their bras!
You all know, they were wearing only thin tank tops over their bras; you can imagine what it was like after they took them off, right? While Z and I were still dumbfounded, a soft shout rang out: "You're not allowed in the kitchen, and you're not allowed to look this way!" As soon as the words left her lips, they did something that made Z and my jaw drop.
They simultaneously took off their skirts, as if in a show of defiance!
My wife is 160cm tall, while Yanzi is 172cm. Both are on the slimmer side, though my wife is slightly fuller, fairer, and more evenly proportioned. But Yanzi's figure is in no way inferior to my wife's; on the contrary, her tall, slender figure is incredibly alluring to me!
Readers, I must apologize here. We've lived together for two years, and while I haven't been a saint, I've also secretly admired Yanzi's figure. But that's against ethics and morality. Although I've seen her long legs in shorts, secretly peeked at her breasts through her neckline, and even swam with her, and even taught her how to swim, the sight before me at this moment is far more stimulating!
Rounded, long legs, a slender waist, and those barely visible breasts... plus the youthful vitality of someone in their early twenties. Holy crap, this isn't a picture of cooking in the kitchen; it's practically a pornographic scene!
I glanced awkwardly at Z. His reaction was no better than mine; in fact, I could almost hear him swallowing.
Just as I was considering whether to put on a gentlemanly face and order them to put their clothes back on, things seemed a little awkward in the kitchen. My wife, feeling a bit overwhelmed by Z's gaze, blushed and whispered something to Yanzi. Yanzi, after hearing my wife's words, exclaimed loudly, "What's there to be afraid of? Only those stinky men are allowed to stay cool? Don't worry, I'm here!" As she spoke, Yanzi moved slightly towards the kitchen door, tossing her coat to Z, seemingly also trying to cover my wife's embarrassment.
The room was incredibly awkward. I didn't know whether to look or not; it seemed like they were in the right, and Z and I were in the wrong.
Finally, Z reacted quickly: "Ah... well... it's a bit hot in the kitchen. You two continue, we won't look." With that, she walked into the room with a righteous air, and I had no choice but to follow.
Once inside the room, I realized I'd been tricked. The only seat with a view of the kitchen was occupied by this guy.
Despicable, lewd, shameless, and filthy! I cursed Z inwardly. No wonder he was in such a hurry to get in; he'd been planning this all along! Sigh, I thought he was a gentleman, but he's a complete hypocrite!
As I entered the room, my mind raced. How could I possibly watch this erotic scene any longer?
The situation was clear: Z had the only "viewing spot"—he got a good reputation and a feast for the eyes, while I could only obediently go into the dark room. Thinking about how my wife had been taken advantage of by Z, I was filled with resentment and decided to go all out. Just inches away was the beauty I'd been fantasizing about for so long. Being a gentleman came at too high a price; I couldn't bear to do it. Since I couldn't be a hypocrite, I'd be a genuine scoundrel!
With that thought, I boldly walked behind Z, bent down, and groped his neck from behind, staring unabashedly at the kitchen with a lecherous gaze: "Dude, Yanzi has a great figure! I'm totally stunned. You're a lucky guy." After saying this, I deliberately swallowed to make my scoundrel persona even more convincing.
Before I said that, Z was still a bit hesitant, deliberately flipping through a magazine and only glancing at the kitchen out of the corner of his eye every now and then. But after hearing my words, he simply stared intently at the kitchen as well: "Tch, I think your wife's figure is more to my liking, unlike Yanzi, who's so skinny."
Damn, I wanted to strangle him after hearing that. This guy is a classic case of begging with a golden rice bowl in his hand. But it's good this way; now that things are out in the open, there's no more restraint. We're all in the same boat, neither of us owes the other anything. I wanted to tease him a bit, but at that moment, the allure of the kitchen made Z and me lose interest in arguing. We just stared intently at the kitchen, not wanting to miss a single second, our hormones surging.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, I could see subtle changes in their psychology from their actions and quiet conversations. From their initial attempts to cover up their misbehavior with excuses, to their later instinctive shyness and attempts to conceal their true feelings, and finally to their flushed faces, it was clear that they knew Z and I were spying on them, but they pretended not to care. This meant that they were also enjoying the thrill of being spied on.
The kitchen was a scene of springtime romance, while a hidden undercurrent was stirring in the bedroom.
Things that had only existed in my mind before were now vividly before my eyes—how could I not be excited? The high temperature in the kitchen had left the two ladies drenched in sweat, their bodies radiating an indescribable allure in the dim light, making Z and me even more drool-worthy.
After much deliberation, I said to Z,
"It's really hot, and it must be tough on them." "
Yes, it's really hard on them," Z echoed almost sleepwalking. "
How about... suggesting they stay like this from now on?" I tentatively probed. "
Hmm, they're at home anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"
"I'm just worried they won't be open enough, but I don't have any concerns myself. Why don't you go and talk to them?" I continued to probe.
"...That wouldn't be good. Why don't we go and persuade her together? I'm afraid your wife will think I'm a pervert." The cunning Z passed the buck to me again.
"We come from all over the country, united by a common goal... We all know each other so well, it's fine. I'll go talk to my wife. You take responsibility for her."
"Okay.
" For a goal we all tacitly agreed on, once the agreement was finalized, I actually felt a certain anticipation.
Having lived with Z and his wife for so long, we basically knew each other inside and out. The Z couple were easygoing and took good care of us. So, even if they saw my wife naked, so what? No one had an extra nose or eyes. Besides, living so closely together, this guy had probably peeked at my wife's private parts countless times; it was just an open secret. Therefore, in my opinion, the two ladies' bodies were like a thin sheet of paper to Z and me—the difference was whether we'd actually pierced it. I also have a selfish motive. Whenever I see Yanzi's private parts and her long, beautiful legs, I always feel a surge of desire, a primal urge in a man. Sometimes I see them close the door, and after a while, I hear faint moans coming from inside. They naturally start talking about Z and Yanzi, discussing their secrets, and Z and I, of course, become their topic
of conversation. Two women who are close friends talk about far more openly than men do, such as how long Yanzi and Z's lovemaking lasts, what Yanzi's physical characteristics are, and even her favorite positions. My wife can tell you all about these things. Hearing these things always heightens my wife's desire, and the quality of our lovemaking improves significantly. This isn't accidental; it happens frequently. Imagine, two couples in two rooms doing the same thing, hearing the same sounds from each other—what does that feel like? Sometimes, during lovemaking, I even fantasize that my wife is Yanzi. I think only those who have experienced it can truly understand. Of course, it's certain that Yanzi and Z have shared their secrets about my wife and me. It's clear that at least my wife and Yanzi know the ins and outs of Z and me, and Z and I, of course, know theirs too, though some things can't be confirmed without seeing them firsthand.
Just as we were making our plans, the sound of dinner being served came from the kitchen. Z and I exchanged a smile, full of anticipation yet harboring ulterior motives, and went into the kitchen.
As mentioned above, this was an old-style apartment building, and the bathroom door opened into the kitchen, separated by a frosted glass door. The two ladies had finished cooking and were washing their faces and bodies in the bathroom. So Z and I grabbed chopsticks and bowls, ready to eat. Listening to the rushing water and seeing the hazy reflections in the frosted glass, we couldn't help but let our imaginations run wild.
My wife came out first. Seeing us standing in the kitchen, her face flushed, and she squeezed past Z, swaying her pink hips as she ran into the bedroom. I winked at Z and followed her into my room.
Looking at my wife's blushing face and exquisite, snow-white body, I felt she looked exceptionally beautiful today. I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, my hands and feet becoming restless. My wife, too, was filled with desire, obediently letting me touch her. Taking advantage of a moment, I reached down and found her already soaked. At that moment, I truly understood how intense the stimulation of being spied on in a group could be for her.
After a burst of unrestrained caresses, remembering that dinner was coming out, I had to stop. My wife changed into a nightgown and was about to put on her panties when I took them from her, smiled at her, and gently shook my head. At first, my wife tried to argue with me, but seeing my resolute expression, she seemed to have struggled with her decision. Finally, as if she had made a huge decision, with a "what the heck" look on her face, she wore only a nightgown, bit her lip, and shyly took my arm, as if going to explore an unknown, mysterious world, and walked out of the room with me.
As soon as we stepped out of the room, we saw that the living room was empty. When we reached the kitchen door, I heard a faint moan and realized that Z had also gone into the bathroom.
I pulled my wife, who was gradually understanding what was going on, and quietly walked to the glass door. I could vaguely see Yanzi with half her body pressed against the glass door, her top pulled up under her armpit, her head held high, her hands on Z's shoulders, making indistinct, blush-inducing sounds. Z's head was pressed tightly against Yanzi's chest, his hands already exploring below. Seeing all this, my wife was incredibly embarrassed, yet seemingly captivated by the scene. She stood there, unsure whether to move or look, her face flushed crimson, looking utterly irresistible.
Damn, she's even more impatient than me! Although I also wanted to peek, reason told me it wasn't appropriate. So, I deliberately drawled out my voice from outside the door: "Dinner's ready..."
*Clang clang...* A flurry of activity followed the sound of a washbasin. After a while, the two of them emerged hesitantly. Z seemed fine, except for a slight hunchback, as if trying to hide something. Yanzi, however, stirred something within me. Like my wife, her face was flushed, her body still damp and glistening from wiping away sweat. She was still wearing a tank top and briefs, especially her prominent nipples, which betrayed her. She was a little shy at this moment, but tried to appear nonchalant. Her small hands tried to casually cover her private parts, but this only made her more exposed, creating a situation that was both amusing and exciting, making one want to see what was going on.
When Z saw my wife had changed into a nightgown, he looked at me with some confusion. I understood what he meant: "Why did you make your wife dress so conservatively? I finally convinced Yanzi to dress like this; am I missing out?
" So I secretly gestured to him, pointing to my large shorts and shaking my head. After seeing my gesture, he understood, but seemed a little incredulous, his eyes fixed on my wife's buttocks, as if he wanted to see beyond the surface.
After this ambiguous and seductive exchange, we finally sat down. Yanzi sat to my right, my wife to my left, and Z opposite me. This was our usual seating arrangement, and over time, everyone had gotten used to it. But today's arrangement was undeniably a challenge for everyone. First, there was my wife's nightgown—a light-colored, off-the-shoulder gown with a very large neckline and earlobes. So large that if I tilted my head even slightly, I could see her impressive breasts and slender waist. Even worse, since she was going braless, if I tilted my head any further, I could see her thighs directly through her earlobes or the neckline! The girl sitting to my right, Yanzi, was wearing a thin, tight-fitting tank top. With the sweat soaking through it, it was practically see-through, revealing her exquisite curves and pink areolas. Not to mention her proudly erect nipples. What made me even more dizzy were her firm and shapely long legs, coupled with her narrow, flesh-colored fabric panties, which made me feel hot all over, my throat dry, and unbearably swollen!
Because Z and I were sitting opposite each other, he could see the same beautiful scenery as I could. The thought of him seeing my wife's naked body so clearly filled me with an indescribable mix of unease and excitement. I completely forgot that Z felt the same way, and I completely forgot the stimulation our erections were giving our two girls.
Once you're seated and your body isn't moving, your mind starts racing. Since we sat down, I've had a feeling of anxiety, and it seems to be slowly spreading. From the silence of the four of us, I sensed a mix of anticipation and unease: on one hand, a burning desire within me, and on the other hand, a fear of seeing my wife almost naked in front of others, a deep sense of resentment. This inner turmoil made me restless, and the room felt incredibly awkward.
Just then, Z pulled out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and shook it: "I propose we all have a drink tonight, since it's the weekend, to lighten the mood and celebrate our friendship and honesty. My dear wife, I love you so, so, so much!" Z winked at me as he spoke.
This guy was brilliant! Killing two birds with one stone! If it weren't for the two ladies, I would have loved to kiss Z right then and there. That was a brilliant move!
First, it defused the awkward and ambiguous situation. Although the four of us were like family, without any reservations, this kind of bold action, suddenly occurring in a specific environment, seemed perfectly natural during the earlier, seamless sequence of events. But after things quieted down, everyone's minds cleared a bit, and it felt a little inappropriate. After all, it was an abnormal act, or at least a bit excessive, especially for the ladies, whose reserve and shyness are innate. While this scene was undeniably sensual and exciting, it also carried a touch of "humiliation." Although this "humiliation" could amplify the excitement, they were, after all, women. If reason prevailed, they might easily revert to their original state, completely thwarting Z and my carefully laid plans. Of course, we could start over later, but opportunities like today were extremely rare.
Secondly, it diverted the awkward situation. Previously, the four of us would have a few drinks to celebrate happy occasions, then go to karaoke, shopping, or a movie, inevitably returning to our respective homes for casual encounters. Since everyone had been quite aroused and our relationship was more harmonious, celebrating with drinks seemed reasonable—it maintained the momentum and eased the current awkwardness. Why not
? Thirdly, and most importantly, alcohol has historically been associated with sex and conflicted with reason. If I could amplify my desire through drinking, build it up to a breaking point, and then unleash it all together, enjoying this long-awaited passion with my wife, that would be what I yearn for.
So when Z winked at me, I immediately understood, got up, and went to the kitchen to get small bowls (we drink from small bowls here). I placed one in front of everyone, and when I placed it in front of my wife, I gently touched her face. Before this, Z had already confessed to Yanzi, and I couldn't be left behind, otherwise I'd be too outdated.
Holding my wife's hand, I said, "Although I don't usually say sweet things, you know my heart. Your happiness is my happiness. Whatever you do in the future, as long as you're happy, I'll support you." I
said this wasn't just sentimentality. Although my wife and I haven't suffered much these past few years, we haven't enjoyed much happiness either. We're still practically homeless, which is undeniably a problem. So, taking advantage of today's atmosphere, I wanted to express my gratitude to my wife.
Hearing me say these things in public, my wife seemed a little embarrassed. "I don't need you to be rich or powerful," she said, "I just want us to be safe and happy."
Looking at her charming face, I couldn't help but pull her close and give her a deep kiss, making her blush and her heart race. She hurriedly pushed me away.
The atmosphere at this moment was less ambiguous and more warm. So everyone toasted and drank, naturally exchanging pleasantries about the women's daily lives and trivial matters. Of course, there were also some risqué jokes, to the point that even the women were telling a few shocking stories, and the atmosphere was developing in an exciting direction. During this time, Yanzi remained my main focus. I didn't pay much attention to the others, but Yanzi's skin, inside and out, had been scanned countless times by my intentional and unintentional glances.
As the drinking progressed, we downed two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and then started drinking beer. At this point, I pulled my wife aside and raised a small bowl to Z and his wife: "There's something I have to say. We've caused you a lot of trouble these past few days, and now we have no way to repay you, so we can only express our gratitude with this drink."
Z, already brimming with enthusiasm under the influence of alcohol, even spoke loudly, readily picking up the small bowl: "How vulgar! Ah—we're all just people of the martial world… Stop saying such things. From today onwards, what's ours is yours, and what's yours is ours. If you say such pointless things again, I'll forgive you, but Yanzi won't."
He then pulled Yanzi into his arms: "Wife, don't you think so?
" By this time, Yanzi, already dazed from the alcohol, half-reclined in Z's arms, smiled slightly and began whispering to him, glancing at me as she spoke. Watching their tender affection, an indescribable temptation stirred within me. A thousand charms, ten thousand tendernesses, coupled with their almost naked, alluring figures—I longed to kiss them and feast upon them. But at the same time, I sighed inwardly, knowing it was just a thought.
Just then, Z finished his whispered conversation with Yanzi and suddenly looked at me directly, saying in an unusually serious tone, "Hey buddy, how's our relationship?"
A little confused, I replied without hesitation, "Do you even need to ask? Of course we're best buddies!"
A mischievous smile crept onto Z's face. "Then let me ask you something else. If I wanted you to do something you didn't want to do, for Yanzi and me, would you?"
"As long as it doesn't affect our friendship, of course I'd do it," I blurted out without hesitation.
"Okay. Now take off your underwear so my Yanzi can see. She wants to confirm something."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Z let out a scream. Yanzi had pinched Z's thigh hard, yelling with a mix of anger and shame, "You said you told him to take them off, why are you saying I told him to?" Seeing
this, I understood. Their whispers earlier were probably about this. Before, when Z and I showered together, we often joked about each other's penises. I called it a "little bamboo pole," and he called it "braised pig intestines." From then on, whenever we saw that dish, the three of us except me would burst into laughter. These nicknames were no secret among the four of us. Comparing the two, Z's was long, but thinner than mine, and the outer side was smoother. Mine was much shorter than his, but much coarser, and had many uneven lines. Just now, Yanzi must have been emboldened by the alcohol, wanting to see for herself my "braised pig intestines," but she was too embarrassed to say it directly, so she had Z say it. Unexpectedly, Z didn't give her any face and directly exposed her secret
. How could Yanzi not be both ashamed and angry? Honestly, whether or not I showed it to Yanzi wasn't really my concern, but with my wife sitting next to me today, that thing was her private property, so whether or not I showed it depended on her reaction. So I looked at my wife pleadingly, to see what she would say in this situation.
My wife was also quite drunk at this point, her face flushed, even her usually snow-white thighs were slightly red. Seeing me looking at her, she actually smiled and said, "I have no objection."
With her statement, I was now in a dilemma. Taking it off seemed like I was at a disadvantage, and besides, even though my wife didn't object, wouldn't she harbor some resentment? Not taking it off, I'd already made my promise, and Yanzi had already made this request.
While I was caught in this predicament, a thought suddenly struck me. I said to Z, "I can take it off, but I have a condition."
"Oh---what condition?" Z and Yanzi became interested, leaning over to look at me with keen interest.
I glanced at my wife, then turned and said bluntly, "You, Z, also have to take it off for my wife to see." "
Pah! I-------" Hearing this, my wife was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red. She glanced at Z, then quickly looked back at the ground, and said nothing more.
My wife's words were quite intriguing; she neither objected nor agreed. So, according to the "woman's law," if there's no denial, it's a yes. I smiled smugly at Z: "Dare you? Little bamboo pole—"
That's why they say alcohol is a good thing; things you wouldn't normally dare to think about become trivial under the influence of alcohol. Z suddenly stood up: "You pig intestine, who's afraid of who! Watch closely—"
As he spoke, he walked over to my wife, grinning mischievously as he slowly untied his waist rope, which startled my wife, who quickly covered her eyes with her hands.
To be honest, Z is more uninhibited than me in this regard. Seeing him start to pull down his pants below his thighs, my long-suppressed "little bamboo pole" eagerly stood erect, so I had no choice but to walk over to Yanzi and pull down my underwear.
Ladies and gentlemen, it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous or embarrassed at this moment. My heart was pounding wildly, after all, this was in front of a woman other than my wife! But under the influence of alcohol, all notions of ethics, morality, and shame vanished like fleeting clouds.
The room was now filled with a sensual, ambiguous atmosphere, yet strangely unsettling.
Just as I was lost in this frenzy, something unexpected happened!
At this moment, Z, probably just as blinded by lust as I was, had lost all reason. His wife, still covering her face, was bewildered; her feminine modesty left her at a loss, wanting to look but afraid, unwilling to look away, her whole body trembling slightly with tension. Z, however, couldn't care less. Eager to impress, he reached out to remove his wife's hand from her face, but this gesture led to a misunderstanding.
Z originally intended to remove his wife's hand, but she held on tightly. Unable to do anything else, Z pulled her hand closer, but the naive wife misunderstood. After several attempts, she finally steeled herself, not only removing her hand from her face but also tremblingly grasping Z's hand!
Nothing else in the world could exist in my mind. The explosive feeling was so intense that my consciousness blurred. The only sensation was that I had melted, the heat in my abdomen dissolving throughout my body, making me languid as sand, with fiery softness in my arms and the lingering fragrance of pleasure.
When I came to my senses, I discovered that Yanzi's suspenders had been torn to shreds.
The table was a mess, the floor a mess...
At this point, all the private connections between the four of us were finally broken down, completely integrated into each other's lives, beginning our unforgettable era of sleeping together under the same covers. This situation continued until the end of 2005. Due to work, my wife and I moved to a city 500 kilometers away from them and started a new life. In 2008, we each had our own children. Apart from phone calls, we had no chance to meet. Later, as our children grew up and our careers developed, and in order to be more rational, the opportunities to meet became even fewer. Now we only use video calls to reminisce about the beautiful times that were both sealed in our hearts.

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