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

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It's been a while since I've written anything. Firstly, I've been too busy with work, and secondly, I haven't been able to sit down and write slowly. Lately, I've been reading a lot of posts from other guys, and I feel like I've been taking advantage of them. These past few days, I haven't had much work, so I've finally settled down to organize my thoughts and process some things, which is my contribution to the forum.

Enough chit-chat, let's get started. This time, I'm writing about "Winning Over My Wife's Best Friend During a Business Trip: Turns Out Nurses Are Really That Open."

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

Seeing her standing on the bus, I was a little surprised and asked her what she was doing in the provincial capital. She readily agreed, switching seats with the person next to me, grabbing her bag, and sitting down next to me. After chatting for a bit, I learned that she was taking adult college entrance exams and was going to attend a summer course at a medical school. I was worried about being bored on the bus alone, so this was great—I ran into an acquaintance, and a decent-looking young married woman at that. I was secretly pleased; at least I had someone to chat with so I wouldn't be bored. That day, Yan Yan seemed to be wearing a long, strappy dress. Her fair, plump arms were breathtaking, and the scent emanating from her was definitely different from that of a young girl or a middle-aged woman.

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

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

Midway through the ride, Yanyan woke up and saw her head resting on my shoulder. She laughed and said we looked like a couple on vacation. I said, "You bet! Everyone on the bus probably thinks we're a couple." Finally, I joked, "We're a perfect match!" She giggled and said that couples should hold hands, then she actually took my hand briefly and let go, laughing loudly, saying, "My wife will definitely punish you if she finds out." I was speechless, thinking she was a true heroine.

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

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

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

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

Under the dim light, her face looked radiant, and combined with her smooth, plump arms, her allure suddenly surged to over 100, absolutely irresistible.

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

was already 10:30 PM when we got back to the hotel. Yan Yan turned on the air conditioner and habitually drew the curtains. This unintentional action unexpectedly stirred some fantasies within me. I told myself, don't be impulsive, she might not have any such intentions, and I shouldn't ruin our friendship.

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

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

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

In the bathroom, Yan Yan's discarded underwear was thrown on the sink; it was a semi-transparent lace-trimmed pair. This woman seemed to have no sense of propriety. I'm sorry, I admit I picked it up and smelled it. It smelled of perfume and the scent of a woman's body. I felt guilty, but my little brother was uncontrollably aroused, so much so that it didn't go down throughout the entire shower. When

I came out of the shower, Yan Yan was half-lying on the bed watching "If You Are the One." Seeing me dressed so neatly, she asked why I wasn't wearing pajamas. I said, "Men don't carry as much stuff as women when they go out." She said, "So you sleep dressed this neatly too?"

"How am I supposed to go out tomorrow with wrinkled clothes?" "It's okay, wear shorts. I've seen everything, even extra-large sizes, haha." Her words made me feel embarrassed. I thought to myself, "I'm not as open as a woman," so I actually took off my t-shirt and trousers, lying on the other bed in my shorts. While I was taking off my clothes, Yan Yan told me about a time she was shaving a patient at the hospital. The patient's penis got erect, and it was quite large. She told me to rub some alcohol on the glans, and it immediately went soft from the pain. After saying this, she giggled and asked if I wanted to try the taste of alcohol.

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

Yan Yan saw that I wasn't saying anything, and perhaps she was getting bored too. She watched some "If You Are the One" (a popular Chinese dating show) for a while, then turned off the TV and went to sleep.

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

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

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

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

Slowly, Yan Yan also reached out her wicked hand to me, slipping it inside my shorts and pinching my penis, whispering with a laugh: "You weren't lying to me, it really isn't small!" I chuckled in her ear, "There's no alcohol in the room, you won't be able to soften it!" Yan Yan pinched it harder and said, "Then I'll squeeze out the semen inside and see if it softens." I asked her, "What will you use to squeeze it?" As I spoke, I reached my hand inside her nightgown. "

What do you want me to use to squeeze it?" Yan Yan laughed, circling her fingers around the head of my penis, making it tickle. "Of course, I'll use this to squeeze it," I said, reaching my hand to her vulva. It was full and plump, the labia already somewhat moist. I could feel that Yan Yan didn't have much pubic hair, just a sparse tuft.

"Don't put your fingers in, they're full of germs," Yan Yan whispered, her fingers expertly rubbing my penis. "

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

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

A moment later, we were both naked. I lay on the bed, and she was on top of me, her snow-white buttocks facing my face. This must be the legendary "69" position. As expected of a nurse, her skills were not just for show. My little brother felt like it was melting in her mouth. Her tongue was incredibly skillful, and I even moaned like a woman. As comfortable as it was, I still had to do my job. My tongue was also working hard on her labia. Although it was clean, it was still salty and slightly fishy, but it was okay, there was no other strange smell.

The first time I entered, we went back to tradition. I was on top of her, and she held my little brother, aiming at the entrance and sliding it in easily. It was as wet as a flood inside. She had a C-section, so it was still very tight and felt very good. I suspected that her husband's penis wasn't as big as mine because when I entered, she clearly cried out, "It's full!"

I won't go into details about what happened next; the guys on the forum should be very familiar with it. That night we did it twice. The second time, I turned on the light and tried many different positions: doggy style, woman on top, chair... and so on. I practiced every position I could think of. She was very cooperative, excitedly moving around with me. Looking at her snow-white, voluptuous body under the light, I felt a surge of passion to thrust into her. Finally, under the shower in the bathroom, I pulled out my penis, removed the condom, and ejaculated onto her breasts.

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

Around 3 a.m., after our two encounters, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

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

Afterwards, I hurriedly went out to run errands, while she grabbed her luggage and took a bus to register at medical school.

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

After returning from the provincial capital, I met her a few more times, always at gatherings. We calmly let life go on, probably admiring each other's acting skills. Only once at a gathering, I went outside the private room to smoke, and she came out with her son to the restroom. We met in the hallway, smiled, and her eyes sparkled. She secretly reached out and squeezed my hand. At that moment, everything was understood without words.

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

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

She rolled her eyes at me, "You don't even send a text message, you're just using me as a tool for your venting?" I knew that saying anything at that moment would be exhausting. The best way was to just push her down on the sofa, kiss her wildly, and rip off her nightgown. Underneath, she was wearing a swimsuit-like lingerie set, with no opening at the breasts, exposing them completely. And to make matters worse, her most important part was also a hole, her plump labia shamelessly displayed.

"Do you like it? I wore it especially for you," Yan Yan said, beaming at my surprised expression, instantly transforming from a resentful woman into a wanton one. Tell me, how could I not like it? Any man would probably like it. "I didn't get to enjoy myself enough last time, so I'll make it up to you today," she said, holding my head against her breasts and laughing. "We have a whole day today. I'm not picking up my son until 6 p.m., so you can do whatever you want."

"A whole day?" I deliberately patted my head and said, "If I'd known, I would have bought a box of Ant Power God (a popular health supplement) before coming." "You little brat," Yan Yan rolled her eyes at me, then said with a seductive smile, "It's not like I'm not letting you rest. You can rest on me if you're tired. I even bought you food. If you don't let me have my fill today, you're not leaving the house.

" Fellow wolves, what I want to say is, when you see a sexy young woman in lingerie moaning beneath you, that feeling is fucking amazing!

It's a rare indulgence, a release of humanity. I went crazy too, moaning, "Come on, put your big ass on my face, I love this feeling." Yan Yan laughed and straddled me, placing her plump ass on my face, leering, "I taste pretty good, don't I? You'll want a second time after the first." The room was filled with the sounds of them sucking on each other.

That day, from morning to afternoon, we did it three times. The third time, she basically woke me up with her mouth. To be honest, I was a bit numb, or maybe I was just too excited. I almost couldn't get an erection. If it weren't for her amazing oral skills, I probably would have embarrassed myself. We also tried anal sex. She brought some Vaseline or something from the hospital and applied it to the condom and her anus. I have to say, this excited me again. I suspect she's been influenced by Western adult films; she wants to learn everything from foreigners and has a strong curiosity about these new things. However, anal sex didn't feel good. Her anus was too tight. It was hard to penetrate, but the anal walls gripped it tightly. After only a few minutes, I switched to vaginal penetration. She, on the other hand, was still not satisfied, saying, "It hurts, but it feels so new!" I guess her husband is too old-fashioned, which is why she's using her curiosity to try these things with me.

During sex, I took a few photos with my phone. One of them showed her moaning with her eyes closed—very alluring. However, during the break, I let her look at each photo and then delete them one by one. I didn't dare keep any; after all, we were too close, and I couldn't leave any trace.

At 5:30 PM, I left her house. When I opened the door, she lay weakly on the sofa and said to me, "Go back and be good to your wife. Let's keep our affair a secret." As I left, I felt exhausted, my mind blank. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, I thought to myself, "Maybe some of these people are on their way to meet their lovers. Everyone has secrets." Suddenly, the name of a certain movie came to mind. (

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