I'm having sex with my friend's busty wife.

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Su Zongyou's wife, Yan Qin, had an exceptionally exaggerated figure. Not only was she curvaceous, but her breasts were truly enormous, estimated to be at least a 36F. She attracted a ton of lecherous glances on the street. She had long, shoulder-length hair, a pointed chin, and arched eyebrows. Her friends said her smile bore a striking resemblance to the mainland Chinese actress Gong Li.
During our casual conversations, the two couples would occasionally drift into some suggestive topics. Yanqin's large breasts were often the subject of our jokes. I even joked with Zongyou in private, "Hehe, your wife's breasts are truly exquisite. If I had the chance to touch them, it would be a real eye-opener!"
Every time I say this, Zongyou will jokingly reply, "Isn't your wife's waist incredibly alluring? Sometimes when I think about you two being affectionate in bed, with Ah Zhen's slender waist swaying down there, I have to say, my penis immediately gets hard! Haha..."
Although they were familiar with each other, none of the men took these flirtatious remarks seriously, and none would be foolish enough to tell their wives directly. Honestly, when they heard other men praising their wives, even with a hint of ambiguity in the words, they couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.
But recently, I've started to notice my wife's behavior has become a bit strange. One or two days a week, she doesn't come home until almost dawn, and she doesn't answer her phone. When she does come home, she rushes into the bathroom to shower without even changing her clothes. She says she went to karaoke with her girlfriends, and maybe the noise was too loud for her to hear her phone ringing, plus she was exhausted after a night of partying, so she just wanted to shower and go to bed. I didn't take her explanation too seriously; after all, having a social life isn't a bad thing. But I just can't understand it. She usually gets even the titles of popular songs wrong, so why would she suddenly be interested in karaoke?
Gradually, some gossip started to reach my ears. A friend said he saw my wife and Zongyou shopping together, and the two were very intimate. Not long after, someone came to report that they saw them holding hands as they walked out of a hotel that catered to couples.
I gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. Although I comforted myself that they had mistaken me for someone else, I couldn't help but go to Zongyou's house to verify it one night when my wife went out to sing karaoke.
As expected, Zongyou was not home, and only his wife Yanqin was home alone watching TV. I told her all the rumors I had gathered. At first, Yanqin thought I was overthinking it and suspecting that her husband and my wife were having an affair. However, when I listed the times that Ah Zhen had gone to karaoke all night in the past few weeks, which coincided with the days when Zongyou "worked overtime at the company" until dawn, she had to re-evaluate the fidelity of her spouse.
I truly cannot believe that my wife, whom I have been married to for only three years, has cheated on me so quickly, and the other man is my best friend and confidant of many years. This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to me. Although we often joke around without restraint, when our jokes become reality, the disappointment, frustration, and bewilderment I feel are indescribable.
Yanqin was silent for a while, then suddenly asked me, "Did Zongyou tell you that he's going to Singapore for a three-day business trip the day after tomorrow?" My mind went blank for a moment, and I stared at her with wide eyes: "What? Ah Zhen just signed up for a three-day trip to Singapore with her group of girlfriends, and she's leaving the day after tomorrow too!"
Everything was too coincidental. Every clue pointed to the fact that my best friend had already slept with my wife. It seemed that the rumors outside were not unfounded. Gradually, an image of an adulterous couple making love in bed appeared in my mind: Zongyou holding my wife's buttocks, fulfilling his duties as a husband for me, forcefully thrusting his thick penis into her vagina, while my lovely wife swayed her slender waist in front of him, welcoming her husband's friend's wanton debauchery.
I can even imagine that when the two of us reach orgasm during intercourse, Zongyou will definitely ejaculate deep into my wife's vagina without any hesitation, because he knows that I, like him, am temporarily not having children for the sake of my career. Therefore, both of our wives are taking birth control pills, so even if he ejaculates inside her, he will have no worries.
Perhaps Yanqin was also thinking of a similar situation to mine at that moment. Although she remained silent, a hint of tears was clearly glistening in her eyes. I sat down next to Yanqin and hugged her to show my sympathy and comfort. She held my hand tightly and nestled against my chest. The two of us, suffering from the same pain, saw each other as a pillar of support, as if drowning people had suddenly grabbed a straw.
That night, Yanqin and I spent our time feeling helpless, speechless, and frustrated. Looking at her large breasts, which were heaving with anger, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. My wife's small breasts had been squeezed and kneaded by Zongyou countless times, but his wife's enormous breasts were right in front of me, and I could only admire them but not touch them. Heaven was so unfair to me!
Two more days passed quickly. At noon, my wife wouldn't let me take her to the airport, saying that she would meet up with her group of girlfriends first before we set off together. I pretended to be understanding and didn't insist. I just casually saw her into a taxi and then went home.
I sat listlessly on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. My heart was restless and agitated. One moment my mind was filled with images of my wife and best friend passionately entwined in bed, and the next, I saw Yanqin's large, heaving breasts... I don't know if it was the strange stimulation of my wife's infidelity or the irresistible temptation of my friend's wife's huge breasts, but before I knew it, my penis had become erect in my pants.
A filthy thought slowly formed in my mind: Zongyou, since you slept with my wife, then I will make sure your wife's womb is baptized with my semen! Only in this way can I erase my shame, only in this way can I extinguish my lust, only in this way can we be even!
I rang Zongyou's doorbell next door. Yanqin opened the door to welcome me in as usual. Perhaps we both knew that the other's spouse was currently embracing and going on vacation, and we could even imagine that tonight in a hotel bed in Singapore, the two of us would be inseparable. Yanqin and I both looked a little awkward and intentionally or unintentionally avoided mentioning anything about what had happened that day.
Yanqin brought me a cup of fragrant tea and invited me to sit on the sofa. She then sat down on another chair and silently kept me company while watching TV. The plot on the screen didn't register with me at all; my mind was filled with images of two naked worms performing a pornographic scene. How many times would they have sex in these three days? At least four or five times, maybe even more—six? Or seven? I believe the adulterous couple wouldn't be satisfied until my wife's vagina was filled with Zongyou's semen.
The lewd fantasies in my mind made my blood boil, and my little brother began to rise. I glanced at Yanqin, and her proud breasts looked even bigger from the side, making my lower body even more engorged. I stood up and stood behind her, holding her shoulders, and asked, "Qin, Zongyou isn't home. Don't you feel lonely all by yourself?"
I deliberately said this in a provocative way, hitting the nail on the head. First, to sow discord between her and Zongyou, and second, to make Yanqin resent her husband for having an affair with my wife behind her back. If this made her want to take revenge and cheat on me, then I could take advantage of the situation and fulfill my long-cherished wish.
Yanqin turned around and smiled, saying, "Men should prioritize their careers. Being busy at work means your boss values you! Besides, I'm used to being alone at home. Watching TV and surfing the internet helps pass the time."
Seeing that she was still unwilling to face reality, I used words to stir up her sore spot: "Well, of course your husband is busy! He has to take care of work during the day and be intimate with my wife at night!" As I spoke, my hands reached down and down, gradually approaching her big breasts.
The moment I touched a raw nerve, Yanqin's face darkened, and she said softly, "You men are so fickle. If I had known Zongyou was such a womanizer, I would never have married him!" The trauma she had been exposed to made her completely unaware that my hands were already pressed against her two heaving breasts.
"Hehe! If I don't marry him, then I'll have a chance, won't I?" Without saying a word, I lifted her skirt and immediately grabbed her two big breasts with my ten fingers, playing with them wantonly in my palms.
I released my hands from Yanqin's buttocks and moved them up to her breasts, kneading her enormous breasts. Yanqin seized the opportunity and began to move up and down, her vagina swallowing and releasing my penis. Waves of pleasure spread like ripples from our point of contact into each other's bodies, and the melodious sounds of "plop...plop..." filled the air. So this is what having an affair feels like. No wonder Zongyou is so obsessed with my wife's body.
The pleasurable sensations emanating from my penis intensified, causing me to unconsciously grip and squeeze Yanqin's large breasts tighter and tighter. The long-awaited sexual pleasure made Yanqin close her eyes comfortably, bite her lips, and thrust her hips wildly, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible through the intense friction between our genitals.
My kneading of her breasts inadvertently catalyzed Yanqin's pursuit of orgasm, and moans of pleasure began to burst from her mouth: "Ah...so good...why did you only come to me now...making me unable to taste...your big cock sooner...oh...so thick...so long...it feels so good...fuck me...fuck me hard...you are my true husband...fuck me to death...ah..."
Yanqin grew increasingly wanton and slutty with each thrust. She was no longer the wife of my best friend I knew; she was a sex machine solely focused on gratification, a wanton slut subservient to a man's penis. Her vaginal fluids seeped from the point where our genitals met, flowing down my penis to my scrotum. Her vagina began to twitch, squeezing and gripping my penis tightly; it seemed she was on the verge of orgasm.
Sure enough, after another thirty or forty thrusts, Yanqin cried out, "Oh my god...it feels so good...your big cock is hitting my G-spot...I'm going to come...mmm...mmm...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die...you've made me cum...fuck me harder...fuck me faster...ooh...I'm...I'm coming..."
I held Yanqin's buttocks, matching the rhythm of her rise and fall, and thrust my penis upward with all my might. Her big, horny hole slammed against me with loud "slap slap" sounds, and her juices splashed everywhere, making her orgasm even stronger and longer, until she was almost completely limp on my body.
During the climax, Yanqin's vagina spasmed with contractions, giving my penis a series of alternating tight and loose kneading sensations. At the same time, her cervix pressed tightly against my glans, making a sucking motion that caused my ejaculation to loosen. I could no longer hold back, and my scrotum was brimming with semen, ready to burst forth.
Ignoring Yanqin's limp body, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, I told her to lift her buttocks and quickly pull my penis out, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. Although filling Yanqin's vagina with my semen was my long-cherished dream, after this encounter, she was mine to have as many opportunities as I wanted. Right now, I was only lusting after her large breasts, desperately wanting to use those mounds of flesh to sandwich my penis and give her a milk cannon, to experience what it felt like to have my friend's wife's huge breasts used for breast sex.
I stood up and stood in front of Yanqin, pointed to her breasts, and then to my penis. She immediately understood what I wanted to do. Without saying a word, she obediently knelt down between my legs, cupped her two large breasts in her hands and clamped them between my penis, which was swollen and about to explode. Then, she struggled to squeeze her breasts together, using the deep cleavage formed by her breasts to envelop my entire penis.
Yanqin's huge breasts are truly impressive. A large penis can be easily hidden inside them. Fortunately, the foreskin is covered with her vaginal fluid, so sliding up and down in her cleavage is just like doing piston-like movements inside her vagina. It doesn't feel dry or difficult to move at all, and it even has a unique flavor.
Yanqin had just climaxed and was sore all over. She didn't want to move at all, but in order to please me, she still tried her best to serve me carefully according to my instructions. She grabbed her breasts tightly and squeezed my penis up and down. When the glans emerged from her cleavage, she didn't forget to stick out her tongue and lick the glans a few times. The feeling of my entire penis being stimulated made me tremble with pleasure.
"Qin...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..." With a muffled groan, my penis convulsed violently. I quickly pulled my penis out of her cleavage, and Yanqin cupped her breasts, ready to receive the baptism of my semen. I rapidly pulled my foreskin back, feeling a sharp pain in my lower back and a numbness in my glans. Several large spurts of hot semen immediately shot out from my urethra like arrows, shooting straight towards Yanqin's smooth, full breasts.
The scene before me was utterly obscene: my best friend's wife's two white breasts were haphazardly covered with streaks of my still-steaming semen, while residual ejaculate continued to spurt from my glans. Most arousingly so, when the semen dripped onto her nipples, it looked like milk seeping from them—who would have thought it was the semen left behind by a man other than her husband after he had sex with her?
I held my still-erect penis, smeared it with the semen from Yanqin's breasts, and covered my rival's wife's entire breasts with my semen, which reflected a lewd yet pleasing light under the lamp.
A thorough breast play reignited Yanqin's desire. She couldn't resist writhing her body, rubbing her enormous breasts, which she could never get enough of, against my lower abdomen, murmuring "hmm, ahh" incessantly, venting her burning desire and demanding more comfort.
I swept Yanqin up in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my neck in return. We kissed passionately as we walked toward the bedroom. I gently laid Yanqin on Zongyou's large bed, then pounced on top of her. We rolled around on the bed, tightly embracing each other. My penis, still semi-erect from ejaculation, was already half-erect when Yanqin impatiently reached out and grabbed it, quickly stroking it, hoping to restore its virility as quickly as possible so she could give her unbearably itchy cunt a good good pounding.
That night, I fulfilled my husband's duties in my best friend's bed, fucking his wife until she was in ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another. The sheets were covered with sticky semen, and the loud moans and groans didn't gradually subside until the early hours of the morning. Yanqin's vagina, breasts, and lips were all covered with my thick semen. We only fell asleep in each other's arms when my penis could no longer get hard.
During the three days my wife and Zongyou were having their tryst in Singapore, I never left his house. Yanqin and I lived together like a real married couple, neither of us both too lazy to put on clothes anymore. We ate, watched TV, flirted, and made love together, completely naked, day and night.
On the last day, I did something even Zongyou had never tried before: I finally conquered his wife's last stronghold. Besides her vulva, mouth, and breasts, her previously untouched back garden also fell into my hands. Perhaps when Zongyou returns tomorrow, he will still be smug about my wife going out of town for a tryst with him. Heh, he never dreamed that in such a short time, his wife would also become my subject.

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