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I was away on a business trip a while ago, and my wife stayed home. We video chatted occasionally, and because we were in different places, the content was a bit explicit, which excited her. I returned the day before yesterday, and a friend invited me to dinner, saying it had been a long time since we'd met and it was a welcome-back dinner, so I agreed. My wife came with me. Since we hadn't seen each other for a while, I advised her to dress a little more modestly, saying we'd have a passionate night together. Surprisingly, she agreed, probably because she'd been cooped up at home for over ten days. She wore a low-cut (revealing cleavage) black tight-fitting t-shirt and a denim mini-skirt. There

were four of us that night—my friend with my wife—and we ate Japanese food. I suggested we all have some sake, but my wife was reluctant. I explained that since the food was raw and cold, a little sake would prevent diarrhea, and it would also add to the fun later. My wife agreed; she's the kind of woman who can't hold her liquor, but once she starts, she loves to drink a lot. Soon, she was quite tipsy, her voice was much louder than usual, and she suggested we sing more if we weren't done. My friend's wife was also quite drunk, constantly clamoring, so we went to KTV. That's where things started.

When we got there, there were no small rooms available, so in our excitement, we opted for a medium-sized private room. With four people, it was a bit spacious, so we ordered some beer and started singing and drinking merrily. The two women were having a blast, singing and dancing. Probably the strong aftereffects of the sake mixed with the beer, because in less than two hours, they were both tipsy, slumped on the sofa. My buddy and I continued drinking and chatting. I suddenly said, "It's getting late. I'm going on a business trip for a few days, I'll be back soon. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." My buddy laughed, and the conversation naturally turned to that. Fueled by the alcohol, he said, "Your wife is great." We often joke like that among friends, and it wasn't a big deal, but maybe because of the alcohol, I got carried away and said, "I'm so jealous, she's really beautiful." As I said this, I pulled my drunken wife into my arms and gave her a quick squeeze on the breast. My buddy was a bit excited too. He sat down next to his wife and put his arm around her. I felt like he was having impure thoughts. We didn't say anything for a while, pretending to listen to music, but my heart was pounding and all sorts of ideas were running through my mind. Fueled by the alcohol, I slipped my hand inside my wife's bra and slowly kneaded her nipples. My buddy glanced at me, said nothing, and continued pretending to listen to music. But I guessed his hand wasn't idle either. I suddenly asked him if he had any sexual fantasies about his wife. He probably thought about it a lot, and actually said, "Hey, what do you think it would be like to hug a different wife?" It was all ulterior motives, since it was the first time for both of us, but I didn't mince words and immediately agreed. We swapped wives and hugged each other. His wife was wearing a shirt and was already completely drunk, but she still hummed a little when we took her up, and I immediately froze. We were both quite awkward hugging our respective wives, but we didn't want to let it go like that, as if we were both waiting for the other to make the first move. I picked up my glass, clinked glasses with him, and said, "Let's have a drink." He immediately downed his glass in one gulp. A little wine spilled on my wife's neck. I tried saying, "Could you wipe this off my wife?" He took a tissue, wiped her neck stiffly, but didn't take his hand back. My heart pounded even harder; I felt like I was pushing against a moral line. Suddenly, I said, "If you don't let go, I'll touch your wife's breasts!" He chuckled, but still didn't let go. I suddenly put my hand on his wife's breasts. His wife's breasts weren't as big as mine, and her bra made them feel bland. Seeing me touch them, he didn't stop, reaching for his wife's breasts too. We just kept touching each other; it was very exciting, but neither of us looked at the other.

Looking at the screen, I said to him, "Take her breasts out, I'll let you see them." He actually did, and I pinched his wife's nipple too. After a while, we suggested we call it a night and go home. Now, whenever I think about that, I think about that night when I'm with my wife!

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