Real experience

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One day, while on a business trip to the south, I visited a friend's house. He, his wife, and I had dinner together. He opened a bottle of aged sorghum liquor, and we all drank cup after cup. He mentioned that my friend works for a large company and is usually very busy, so his wife is a full-time housewife. By the way, his wife is very beautiful, probably because she takes good care of herself and doesn't go out often. She has fair skin and is extremely gentle. When my wife and I make love, I often fantasize about my friend's wife moaning softly in bed, which always excites me even more.
The next day I didn't have a meeting, and since it had been a long time since we'd had a get-together, everyone chatted happily. During dinner, my friend loudly recounted all sorts of funny stories from his university days, desperately bringing up old memories as jokes, while also drinking heartily. Before long, everyone was a little tipsy. I glanced at my friend's wife and noticed that although she was 32, she was incredibly alluring, especially after drinking. Her collar had loosened, revealing half of her fair, full breasts, and I could vaguely make out her erect, dark red nipples, which trembled occasionally with her laughter. It turned out my friend's wife wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, I used to fantasize about her all the time, and seeing this live sex show today, combined with the alcohol, made my lower body swell instantly. I thought to myself, "A full-time housewife has nothing to do all day but watch porn and read comic books, and then when her husband comes home, she can't wait to sit on him and go wild. I wonder if my friend's wife is like that; damn, this guy is really lucky with women." I couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking about my wife, although she's quite attractive, she works every day and is exhausted after work. When I want her, she just goes to sleep after a quickie, leaving me often sexually frustrated and resorting to masturbation. Sigh, I guess I'll just have to accept it. Thinking this, I glanced back at my friend. That idiot probably didn't notice my thoughts and was still telling jokes and urging me to drink. So I continued drinking with him. I usually consider myself a good drinker, but this time I felt dizzy and lightheaded even before I'd had a chance to drink much. I checked the time; it was getting late, and I'd drunk quite a bit, so I suggested I go to rest. My friend didn't stop me and led me to the bedroom.
Around midnight, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. To avoid making any noise, I quietly opened the bedroom door. Stepping out, I found another bedroom door open, and my friend's wife was fast asleep (my friend was sound asleep in the living room).
I entered the room. His wife seemed to hear my footsteps and said in a soft, indistinct voice, "Hurry up, I'm so impatient," while swaying her snow-white hips. Since the lights were off, she must have mistaken me for her husband. I didn't say anything, thinking to myself, "Don't let my friend's wife's dignified and beautiful appearance in public fool you; she's so wanton in bed. Just wait and see how I have my fun." With that thought, I got into bed, facing her, and immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, starting to touch her back. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was; her flat, taut abdomen pressed tightly against my body. Ah, it felt so good! I couldn't help but think to myself, "She's like a celestial being, a rare beauty on earth."
I slowly moved my hand up the curves of her waist and hips, caressing her sexy shoulder blades and fair neck. A strand of her soft, long hair was caught between my fingers as I stroked her, making her feel both excited and ticklish. She couldn't help but giggle, and as she laughed, her high, firm breasts trembled and touched my body, making me even more excited. So I decided to tease her properly. To prevent her from discovering that I wasn't her husband, I turned her over so that I could press my chest against her back and freely play with her breasts. Sure enough,
after a few skillful rubs, my friend's wife started panting and moaning, "Honey, you're so great today, so exciting!" "Ah, it feels so good to rub your breasts, I want you to come in," she said, wriggling her body in a hurry. I didn't respond, but continued my assault. I grabbed my friend's wife's breasts with one hand and kneaded them incessantly, while my other hand moved down, first gently stroking and teasing around her navel. She immediately reacted, her abdominal muscles tightening slightly. Then, I suddenly reached between her thighs and pressed my entire palm against her vulva. She seemed unprepared, and the sudden attack made her body tremble involuntarily. Instantly, I felt my palm was covered in sticky liquid; she was already so wet down there.
I followed closely, and she began to open her legs, thrusting her vulva outwards forcefully, her body twisting and turning, trying to fully rub against my palm. Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed so easily. I removed my hand and began to stroke the inside of her thighs. She was clearly enjoying it; the tense muscles in her abdomen began to relax, but she also showed great impatience, making "hmm" sounds of lust. I knew what she meant; she wanted me to continue stroking her vulva. But I continued to stroke her slowly and deliberately, from the inside of her thighs to her groin, fully stimulating every sensual cell in her body. At each spot, her body would tremble slightly, enjoying it.
"The most important thing for a woman isn't actual intercourse, but caressing." This statement is so true. Just as she was enjoying the caresses, I suddenly attacked between her legs again. "Ah!" This time it was obviously more stimulating than before. Her back arched involuntarily. My hands were already covered in sticky love juice. I took the opportunity to gently rub, constantly stimulating her labia minora and vaginal opening. My friend's wife's breathing became rapid and irregular, and she let out rapid moans. Because of the love juice, the caresses were very smooth, without any discomfort or obstruction. I could clearly feel that her labia minora were engorged and erect, opening to both sides like flower petals, as if thirstily waiting for something.
At this time, a lot of love juice had flowed out, and with my kneading, it began to flow downwards. I touched it and found that her perineum was also sticky with fluid, and it flowed down her buttocks and through her anus, soaking a large area of the blanket under her buttocks. I knew she was almost there. To avoid being discovered, I didn't dare attack from the front. Instead, I grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and stuck her buttocks high in the air. She cooperated perfectly, and it didn't take much effort on my part. They probably did this position often.
I thrust my rock-hard penis forward, and with so much lubrication, it slid in without any resistance! It felt incredibly good. I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate, but I quickly controlled myself. I remained deep inside, holding my ground, and then pinched her nipples from behind, kneading them. She clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and started shaking her hips vigorously, moving back and forth. It was an incredibly erotic visual spectacle; her snow-white, sexy buttocks and those moans made my penis grow even larger.
Soaked in her vaginal fluids and gripped by her vaginal walls, my penis grew even thicker and stronger. I began primal thrusting, a familiar but incredibly pleasurable action for women. My lower abdomen slammed against her white buttocks, making a series of slapping sounds, combined with the unique squelching of her vaginal fluids—a truly sensual experience. My friend's wife was clearly very excited; her head was on the bed, her buttocks raised high, twisting and turning to increase friction. I, however, moved slowly and deliberately, thrusting left and right, occasionally making circular motions around my penis.
My waist strength is quite remarkable, and my wife really enjoys this move. She even fainted from excitement because of it once. Sure enough, as soon as I used my special move, my friend's wife immediately cried out loudly, "Oh, oh, husband, this feels so good! When did you become so strong?" Her vagina also became noticeably tighter, gripping the base of my penis tightly. But the tighter it was, the harder and thicker my penis became. This feeling was truly indescribable. My wife's vagina wasn't as tight as my friend's wife's; it was the "tight on the outside, loose on the inside" type. And this beauty in front of me was truly a gem. I couldn't help but feel like I was about to ejaculate.
"Oh no," I thought. "I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I lose control now, she'll hate me for life!" But being inside her was just too stimulating. In a moment of inspiration, I decisively pulled my penis out with a "pop," like pulling out a champagne cork. At the same time, I felt liquid splash onto my face and body. Looking at my penis, I saw it was red and wet from the ordeal, but still erect, the glans full and glistening. Even I was surprised; I'd never had such a strong erection with my wife.
While she was moaning anxiously, I used my hands to spread her round buttocks and began to examine her private parts closely. Perhaps due to frequent sex, my friend's wife had thick pubic hair and darker labia minora. I gently parted the labia minora with my fingers, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Because of the intense thrusting just now, there was some white foam sticking to her vaginal opening. Due to excitement and engorgement, her entire vulva resembled a large, juicy peach, full and covered in obscene vaginal fluid.
I couldn't help but start licking her vaginal opening and clitoris. This time, she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "No!" Although she said no, her waist twisted wildly and her breasts trembled. Every time my tongue swept across her clitoris, her legs would tremble. The harder I licked, the more violently she trembled. So, I didn't care that my face was covered in vaginal fluid and I sped up even more. Forget about her husband, my friend's wife's legs had already begun to tremble and go weak, and she obviously couldn't hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was about to give in, I took my friend's wife's clitoris into my mouth. My friend's wife obviously couldn't handle such excessive stimulation and seemed to have trouble breathing. I immediately started inhaling, so that her clitoris was in a "suspended" state in my mouth. After pausing for about five or six seconds, I suddenly released my grip, and with a "pop," my clitoris popped out of my mouth, looking like a tiny crystal peach. My friend's wife finally couldn't take it anymore, her legs completely spread on the bed, no longer caring about her exposed vulva, panting heavily.
Speaking of which, I should interject here, the smell of this friend's wife's genitals is stronger than my wife's, almost like salt water. It seems that every woman's scent is truly different.
At this moment, my friend's wife hesitated when she grasped my penis, as if she had noticed something. Indeed, my penis looks a bit different, the tip is very upturned, like a banana. My wife always likes to tease me that my penis isn't straight, but although she says it, she secretly enjoys it. "Did my friend's wife find out, or..." Just as I hesitated, my friend's wife turned her body around.
I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, we're going to be found out." But then, my wife's friend turned around, raised her two snow-white thighs high, and eagerly shoved my penis into her vagina. Without thinking, I followed suit, my penis thrusting in smoothly with a soft squeak. My friend's wife let out a muffled groan, biting her lip, no longer moaning like before.
I suddenly understood. The moment she grabbed my penis, she realized the person she was having sex with wasn't her husband. She was on the verge of orgasm and didn't want to give up, so she went along with it, though she became a little reserved and embarrassed to moan, choosing to hold back. Haha, now I can relax! I grabbed her naked body, lifted it above her head, and forcefully thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Because of this position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix, like a soft ball of cotton, hot and sticky. Each thrust felt like it was ironing my glans, sending a tingling sensation from my lower body all the way to my brain. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" technique anymore, and I thrust in to the very root each time.
Because my friend's wife stopped moaning, the sounds of our bodies colliding became even clearer. I could only hear her gurgling moans and my rough breathing. Just then, I felt a change in my friend's wife's body. Her face flushed, her head turned sharply to one side, her two sexy little legs tensed into an arch, her toes curled inward, and her hands gripped my waist and legs as if trying to grab something. I knew she was probably about to "come"!
So I braced myself on my elbows, pressing my upper body forward against hers, pinching her firm nipples hard with both hands as I thrust in and out. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; her breathing became rapid and disordered under my weight, and her body tensed. Finally, my overwhelming thrusting reached its climax. My penis, unable to hold back any longer, roared, thrusting forward with all my might, pressing tightly against her vagina, and wave after wave of hot, thick semen sprayed deep into her. Her cervix, as if naturally thirsting for this strong, hot semen, began to contract, then sucked in waves like a baby, a greedy, satisfied, and lewd atmosphere filling the entire room.
Much later, she slowly released her hands. By then, I could feel the marks on my back from her scratches (it hurt a little). She lay motionless on the bed with her legs wide open, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, a look of satisfaction and happiness typical of a woman after an orgasm on her face. The sheets beneath her were soaked. After about ten minutes, I thought it best not to stay overnight, to avoid an awkward situation in the morning. So I returned to my room. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning, around 9 a.m. I quickly washed up and went to the dining room. My friend's wife was already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. Thinking about the scene from the previous night, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed too, as she didn't dare to meet my eyes directly, and a blush was clearly visible on her face. "Fine, I'll just wander around a bit, so as not to confuse her," I said, heading towards my friends' room.
That was the room where I'd gone wild last night. My friend was still fast asleep in bed, but I noticed the sheets had been changed. "What a cunning woman," I thought. She probably changed them after I left to avoid anyone noticing the mess. About ten minutes later, my friend came out of the room after washing up. I greeted her casually, pretending to be confused, and said, "Strange! Why was my alcohol tolerance so low yesterday?" Then we had breakfast together, exchanged some thanks, and headed home. It was truly an unforgettable experience; now she's one of my regular hookups.

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