My fiancée from over a year ago

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Over a year ago, my fiancée (then my girlfriend) graduated and went to work in another city, while I was still pursuing my master's degree. To save money, I sublet the apartment I used to share with my girlfriend and started sharing with another guy. When we were looking for a place, we signed a two-year lease on LeetCode because of a discount.
Last summer, my roommate went back to China and stayed an extra two weeks due to visa issues. He then 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, adding another person to the place and restricting my space and living conditions. However, when I saw the wedding photos he sent with the letter, I found the bride quite beautiful and sweet-looking. The most striking feature 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 clothes, 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 entered 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 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 such a long distance. 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, my girlfriend was shy about making noise, but later she couldn't hold back, especially when I was about to ejaculate for the first time. 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 was about 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 on a friend's Pbrty page. We were in the same school, but because of different majors, we rarely met. 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 close to her and didn't want to interfere. About half an hour later, the guy came down and went to another guy, whispering to him. 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 owner of the pbrty 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 doormat. 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 penis couldn't help but harden.
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 at all. I went into the fitting room, closed the door, and immediately unzipped my pants, pulling out my throbbing, red penis, the glans already covered in semen. I pressed down on my girlfriend's shoulders, making her squat down and take my cock 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 my girlfriend's mouth full of semen. She was a little embarrassed, her embarrassed expression was charmingly coquettish.
I went to buy my girlfriend coffee because it would mask the taste in her breath. On my way back, I saw my girlfriend and my roommate's wife whispering to each other on a bench. The wife was blushing; it seemed my girlfriend, who
couldn't keep her mouth shut, 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 to her, "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 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 fucking her hard—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 UHbul (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 find it amusing—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 excitedly thought, "I'll find out soon enough." 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 hbrd dodk is throbbing im looking bt 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?" This was my first question.
"Um... he's... a department manager at the 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 manager 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 BBR 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 photo he mentioned?" I continued to ask.
"Yes, he sent it to me via MMS (MMS is the Chinese equivalent of multimedia messaging), and asked me to look for it... Oh, this is it." My girlfriend handed me her phone.
The photo was taken with a phone in a dimly lit bar. The phone probably had a flash, but the quality was poor, and the photo was somewhat distorted. My girlfriend and AI were both still wearing business dress dodes, which is the standard dress code in the American financial industry—a shirt on top and a skirt or trousers on the bottom. However, their clothes were already somewhat disheveled. Several buttons on my girlfriend's shirt were undone, revealing a white lace bra. The large, fat white man had one arm around my girlfriend's slender waist, his thick hand cupping her full breasts, while he took a picture with his phone in the other hand. AI was also leaning over, pressing her face against the fat man's other shoulder, making a V-sign with her fingers, and revealing a deep cleavage at the collar of her dark blue silk shirt.
"Aren't you afraid you'll sue this fatso for workplace sexual harassment for taking these photos?" 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 did you drink with him? This fatso looks disgusting," I continued.
"He really is disgusting... He has that smell about him, even with heavy cologne, it's still unbearable. At first, Ai and I didn't want to be with him, but Ai said that since we just started working, it's best not to offend anyone, especially people in higher positions than us..." my girlfriend said, sounding even more aggrieved.
"Damn! He's definitely Japanese," I thought to myself. "And then what? What did you do after that?" I continued to interrogate.
"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. Only at 2:15 a.m. did she send me a text 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 a.m.
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 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 of 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 on the sofa sideways, and the capri pants revealed her smooth and 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 on my computer that I hadn't had time to watch yet.
I can still clearly remember the excitement when I opened my laptop. Looking at the BVI file recorded by the high-definition webcam in the folder, my hand holding the mouse trembled a little, and my heart was pounding like a drum.
I put the laptop on silent and opened kmplbyer. It recorded a total of 34 minutes and 28 seconds. The video started playing.
I saw two girls enter the bedroom, and then they disappeared from the camera's view. I was a little annoyed, and in my panic, I forgot to adjust the angle of my laptop. My bedroom has a large wardrobe (WBK Indloset), and the two girls were naturally trying on clothes in front of the mirror on the other side of the wardrobe, but my laptop wasn't positioned correctly, so I couldn't record that area.
Disappointed, I pressed Ctrl+Right and quickly dragged, and unexpectedly, at 18 minutes, a turning point arrived. I don't know what my girlfriend did to my roommate's wife, but she screamed loudly and tried to dodge, which resulted in her appearing right in front of my camera. I suddenly realized that her upper body was naked, wearing only a skirt she had just bought that day, and she was clutching another pair of new jeans and a short-sleeved lace blouse to her chest. It seemed my girlfriend had "molested" her.
Then, what followed was a scene that made my blood boil.
My roommate's wife was standing in front of my desk, having placed her jeans and shirt on a chair beside her. In an instant, her bare upper body was exposed to my laptop's webcam, completely unmasked, right before my eyes. It was the first time I'd seen her perfect upper body so nakedly 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 by the computer, she began to unbutton her skirt.
I was suffocating. I instinctively reached into my underwear, grabbed my burning hot penis, and started stroking it rapidly. I froze the image on my laptop at the moment she bent over to take 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, a guy usually has 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 get to school quickly, as I had a meeting with my advisor that morning. But 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 then, because I was afraid she would discover my secret, and I was also afraid I would see her lose control and do something foolish. Thankfully, she was no longer in the living room. I rushed into the bathroom.
The hot water washed away the grime 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 take pictures of her like that. But thinking of her perfectly naked upper body, I felt a surge of excitement, and a restless desire stirred within me again.
I finished my shower 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 shouted at me from the bathroom doorway.
This time, I noticed that 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 so openly, the front of it sticky and wet, smelling strongly of semen. She must have seen it.
I took the dirty underwear, turned around, and saw her still standing at the bathroom door. My eyes met hers by chance, and she hurriedly looked away. Fifteen minutes earlier, I had been watching her masturbate naked; fifteen minutes later, she stood beside me, exuding a faint, feminine fragrance.
Her beautiful breasts were high and firm, and just moments before, I had fantasized countless times about kneading those proud peaks, 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 rushed off 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 of her, and I masturbated incessantly… I was addicted to it all, until a few days later, an unexpected event temporarily diverted my attention.
It was one evening, and as usual, I called my girlfriend. She didn't answer, so I left a message asking her to call me back. At that time, we were discussing our engagement. It was called an engagement, but it was really just registering our marriage in the US; the actual wedding would be held when we had the chance to go back 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 mother had met my girlfriend and was very satisfied with her (of course, she didn't know everything about her); my father had also met my girlfriend and was very satisfied too. He had a thorough meeting with her, which happened 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 naked. Wearing headphones, I didn't realize my girlfriend was naked behind me… When I maximized the window to copy and send the English translation to my dad, I noticed 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 with my girlfriend about registering our marriage in the US, 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 GMbil, 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 GMbil showed the lobbying interface.
My girlfriend's inbox only had five or six emails, all spam. I typed the white manager's name into the search bar, 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: wbnnb sl my big white dodk into your tight sexy body now. My heart sank at the title. 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 filled me with resentment and jealousy. Especially since my girlfriend only visits me once a month, spending a couple of days together, and at that very moment, this obese man might be holding her in his arms, meticulously 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 devoid of text; the main message was in the subject line, filled with vulgar, provocative language. My girlfriend almost never replied to these emails, only occasionally replying with "Bryan, ur drunk." To be honest, based on the emails from this middle-aged sleazy man named Brann, 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 category includes phrases like, "I want to fuck you hard,"
"I want to lick your juicy pussy," and
"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 category includes phrases like, "Your little pussy is so wet,"
"Your little cunt is squeezing my big cock so tight it's making me cum," and
"Fucking your big tits feels so good, you're such a slut."
The first category is mostly just this guy named Brian fantasizing about his girlfriend using vulgar language. He says he wants to do this and that, which probably means he hasn't actually done it yet. The second category is harder to say, because it's unclear whether his words are from fantasy or memories of reality.
I carefully read each of his letters, trying to find some concrete clues... As I read each letter, the image of my girlfriend reading them kept flashing through my mind. How would she react?
Angry? Probably not. If she were really angry, she could just give Brian a piece of her mind, unless she had some reservations... If she really did have reservations, would that bastard Brian use the opportunity to blackmail her? Would he force 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 ebby (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 STBTISTIDS class in the afternoon, we didn't dare drink too much, while my girlfriend didn't have class that afternoon. So, Uncle Huang made her 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 points 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 DBN 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 the end of class. 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 transferred the VEO Dopy recording from the chewing gum DV to my computer to watch it.
Perhaps due to low battery, the DV only recorded about half an hour of VEO. The first half was mostly of my girlfriend sleeping soundly; 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 through the VEO. 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 eyepiece, 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 stretching the shoulder straps to reveal 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.
I was stunned when I saw this unexpectedly captured video...
When I first 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.
I discovered for the first time how thrilling it was to watch my beloved woman being caressed and played with by a stranger from a third-party perspective. But along with the thrill came a mix of anger and heartache born of love; this must be the legendary bittersweet experience.
Watching my girlfriend's snow-white, full 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 stared intently at every frame of the secretly filmed video, my penis already erect.
Uncle Huang pinched my girlfriend's two erect nipples and pulled them upwards, her full breasts swaying like waves with each pull. Soon, my girlfriend's two originally small nipples were rubbed and swollen by Uncle Huang, turning them red like two cherries.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but put my hand into my crotch, grab my hot and throbbing penis, and start stroking it.
Uncle Huang suddenly lowered his head and took my girlfriend's cherry-like nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. Seeing this scene, I was so excited that I almost ejaculated! Just imagine, my girlfriend was only a sophomore in college at the time, not even twenty years old. Such a youthful body, yet her two nipples were being sucked and licked by an old man in his forties, one on each side. Her pink areolas were covered with the old man's dirty saliva, and her big 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, telling me she wanted to call me after work, but her phone was dead. She had a headache when she got home, took some medicine, and went to bed early. She had her phone charging by her pillow, intending to call me before falling asleep, but the medicine was so strong that her phone wasn't even fully charged (less than 5%) before she fell asleep, forgetting to turn off the bedside lamp all night.
Suddenly, I felt guilty about my thoughts the night before. Since my girlfriend started working, she's been quite busy and stressed, developing mild anxiety and sometimes insomnia. She'd seen a doctor who prescribed some sleep aids, including a pink, round pill labeled "m z2," its scientific name being zolpem, a relatively strong sleeping pill that takes effect within 15 minutes. Unless she's really unwell, she wouldn't take such a pill.
We texted each other for a while, initially concerned about her health, but then we started teasing each other. I told her I wanted to eat her big breasts, and she said she'd let me if I called her "Mom." So I called her "Mom," and she said I still wouldn't get any. I said, "Then send me a picture of your breasts.
" My girlfriend 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."
My girlfriend replied, "Okay, you're the worst!"
A little while later, my girlfriend 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, a white shirt, and her hair was up in a bun. She looked youthful and capable, displaying a unique OL (office lady) style. But what was even more irresistible was that she deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing a light violet lace bra. She lightly pulled at the bra with one hand, revealing the edge of her areola and the faintly 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 and then. I suppressed my impulse and texted her teasingly, "So you're meeting your manager like this in a bit?"
She replied, "You're the worst! We almost got caught, so I'm hiding in the bathroom stall now. Yeah, I'm going to see him like this in a bit. What's wrong? Jealous? Hehe."
"Hmph, you little vixen!" I wanted to tease my girlfriend, but she teased me instead!
"Okay, I'm off. I'll call you when I have time," my girlfriend replied.
My girlfriend's photo made me feel all fired up again, but when I checked the time, 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 looking for something. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said he couldn't find his phone. Because I was in a hurry to use the bathroom, I didn't pay much attention to him, but when I came into the bathroom, he asked if I could borrow my phone so he could make a call. I told him through the bathroom door that my phone was on my bed and he could go get it.
A while later, I heard his phone ring. It seemed to have fallen under the sofa. He grabbed it and hurriedly left. I came out of the bathroom and realized something was wrong. When I unlocked my phone, it showed the very photo my girlfriend had just sent me. He used my phone to call; he would definitely see it!
I unlocked my phone; it was the home screen, which meant he had definitely seen the sexy photo my girlfriend had sent. I subconsciously checked the MMS messages; he hadn't sent the photo to his phone. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I glanced at my GMbil (I use an Andro phone) and saw in my sent emails that he had sent the photo to his own inbox using my GMbil! That bastard!
When I finished breakfast and was about to leave for school, my roommate's wife was laying 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 I was far away, I didn't know if she was wearing a bra. She sat cross-legged on the blanket, relaxing her upper body, hands on her knees, and began to regulate her breathing. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell, exceptionally sexy.
When I got to school, I remembered that the library books I borrowed were due today and couldn't be renewed; I had to return them. In my haste this morning, I'd forgotten about it, so I had to go back home to get them. I unlocked the door; the yoga blanket was still on the living room floor, but my roommate's wife was gone. I could hear the sound of running water coming 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'd 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.
Perhaps my roommate's wife hadn't expected me to come back 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 closer.
But at the same time, I was very conflicted. Such blatant peeping could have dire consequences if she found out, so I hesitated, my heart pounding, and my palms sweating as I gripped the car keys.
After much deliberation, I decided to take a quick look. I held my breath and quietly walked to the bathroom door, pressed myself against the wall, and peered through the steamy, damp crack. Behind the semi-transparent shower curtain, my roommate's wife was applying shower gel. Although the curtain obscured her view, the light streaming through the window above the bathtub created a soft, alluring silhouette against the curtain, making her figure appear even more captivating.
Thinking about my roommate peeking at my girlfriend's sexy photos this morning, I really wanted to rush in right now, rip open the shower curtain, and get revenge! Just then, I noticed my roommate's wife had changed her bottle; it seemed to be feminine wash. She started diligently washing her genitals, and imagining her delicate hands caressing her most sensitive areas, I felt a primal urge surging through me!
Suddenly, my roommate's wife's smooth, white arm emerged from behind the shower curtain, startling me as I intently peeked. She seemed to be reaching for the lotion by the sink, but it was a bit far, so she had to lean forward, revealing her right arm. Because of her forward lean, most of her breast was also visible from behind the curtain, its perfectly rounded curves faintly visible.
But at that moment, I dared not peek through the crack in the door, afraid of being discovered. If she turned her head, she would definitely see me peeking through the crack. Just as I was quietly about to leave, a scream suddenly came from the bathroom, followed by a splashing sound and the sound of the shower curtain being ripped off, then a dull thud as her body hit the floor and another painful scream.
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 in the process of slipping, had its plastic clasp blown off. She was lying naked outside the bathtub, having lost her balance while reaching for something and slipped and fell out.
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 dislocated, but probably not broken. Her left wrist was sprained from the fall, but her arm itself seemed fine.
I carefully helped her up, letting her stand with one leg against the sink, and 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.
Because she couldn't move either of her hands, after drying her off, I had to help her put on her underwear. To avoid embarrassing her, I wrapped a towel around her and then pulled her panties, which were hanging behind the door, up from her feet. I reached under the towel to pull them up, so she wouldn't worry about exposing her most private parts to me. But the moment I pulled them up, I saw her alluring pink vulva again; her tightly closed labia were glistening with moisture. I didn't know if I was seeing things or if she was really 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 a bra. 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 more difficult because her right arm seemed to be dislocated and she couldn't lift it, so I had to put her right arm on first, then her head and left arm.
I slipped the towel over her right arm, then over her head. Next, I had to remove the towel wrapped around her body, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pull down
her tank top. Although I carefully pulled down her tank top while simultaneously tearing open the towel, her breasts still bounced open before my eyes. Seeing her breasts up close, my heart pounded
.
Her breasts were perfectly teardrop-shaped, rounded hemispheres, with nipples slightly upturned. The areolas were a very light pink, and the nipples were smaller than my girlfriend's, appearing very delicate. The nipples had a slight indentation in the center, 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 then 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, her head still 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, and continued to joke with me, saying,
"Okay, come on, I'll help you."
Sometimes, I would take the opportunity to touch her inappropriately, patting her buttocks or touching her breasts. Although she dodged, she wasn't angry.
But it was these small acts of encouragement that ultimately led to the later incident.
That incident was purely accidental. Because my girlfriend was quite busy with work and hadn't visited me for over a month, I was indeed a bit anxious.
That night, I went to another classmate's house with my roommate to drink and celebrate his passing of his thesis proposal. Because I played games all night the night before, I wasn't really in the zone that night. I drank a few beers and got a bit tipsy, so I went home early to catch up on 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 come back so soon, because she was only wearing a tank top and panties. The bathroom door faces the living room door, so I saw her as soon as I came in. Because she had just showered, her hair was wet, her skin was smooth and glistening with moisture, her round, full breasts were bulging out of the narrow tank top, outlining her curves, her pert buttocks were encased in her panties, and her legs were long and smooth. I immediately got aroused. She noticed I was back, but she wasn't too embarrassed. She just left the bathroom door slightly ajar, but I don't know if it was because... Perhaps due to the alcohol, 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 this direct before, 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 wanted 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 that, I figured she wouldn't accuse me of rape.
But I still felt uneasy. Even if she didn't call the police, what if she told my roommate the truth? Would he do something stupid in his anger?
My roommate got up and washed up, and we bumped into each other in the living room. Judging from his expression, he still seemed completely unaware. But I felt guilty and quickly went back to my room. After all, I had just slept with someone's beautiful, newlywed wife, and I still felt a little guilty.
Because of my 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 at my phone again. I couldn't help but think of the sexy photos his girlfriend had sent me a few days ago. I felt a little less uneasy, because I thought my actions could be considered a kind of revenge. But then I thought, what if he, after finding out the truth, wanted to get revenge on me and went after my girlfriend?
I couldn't help but start having wild thoughts: if it had been my girlfriend and my roommate who did what happened yesterday, my girlfriend would probably have been raped by my roommate too, right? I remember when I first shared an apartment with my roommate, before he got married, whenever his girlfriend came to visit, he would leer at her, especially when she walked around the living room in a sexy nightgown. His eyes practically spit fire. I bet he was plotting to pin her down and rape her back then.
I also remember the 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. I went to take a shower and turned on the shower, only to realize I'd left my bathrobe in the room. I left the shower running and saw my roommate sitting frantically next to her. 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 you could even glimpse her full mons pubis.
My roommate saw me, terrified. He awkwardly pointed to his drunken girlfriend and said, "She seems a little unwell, is she going to throw up?" If I hadn't happened to see it, who knows what he would have done to my girlfriend?
Thinking about it that way, I didn't feel so bad about him anymore.
My roommate's wife actually went to school with him this morning. This surprised me. My roommate told me his wife wanted to prepare for the TOEFL exam to improve her English, and planned 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 made me uneasy. I spent the
whole day overthinking, wondering what my roommate's wife and roommate would talk about. What if she said something? Would my roommate come after me? If so, I might as well let him sleep with my girlfriend, then we'd be even. He would definitely be happy to; I know he's been fantasizing about my girlfriend for a long time. But what about my girlfriend? Would she agree? Of course, I can't tell her directly, because that would expose me, and my girlfriend might not forgive me… Or maybe I should just be open about it, a threesome?
Although my girlfriend rarely talks about her ex-boyfriend, that trashy white guy, I think she and that Jerk (she still calls him Jerk now) probably had a threesome. After we got together, my girlfriend deleted a lot of photos with her ex-boyfriend, but I remember seeing photos of them traveling in the Caribbean with another white guy.
It was a rather deserted island with a beautiful white sand beach, but only my girlfriend and those two guys were on the beach. My girlfriend was wearing a sexy white bikini, with a white cotton beach skirt over it. Later, my girlfriend took off her beach skirt and went swimming in the sea, but surprisingly, she also took off her bikini, sprayed sunscreen on her naked body, and went swimming.
The next photo included a three-person selfie. My girlfriend sat between two guys, holding a camera in both hands. Each guy held one of her full, bare breasts, their hard nipples peeking out from between their fingers like two tempting cherries. My girlfriend laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned.
In the next photo, the other guy was lying on a beach towel, not wearing swim trunks, his large penis erect. My girlfriend sat beside him, holding a Donb beer in one hand and pointing at his 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, 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 could accept 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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