My wife's secret lover made my long-term sex partner possible.

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A week later, my wife returned. During this time, I hadn't had any contact with Ling. To express my gratitude for Ling's care and to show off the new clothes and cosmetics she'd brought back from out of town, my wife urgently contacted Ling and arranged for Ling and Feng to have dinner at our house that evening. Ling is my wife's best friend; they were classmates in college. Ling and my wife are not only best friends, but also casual sex partners. I'm also best friends with her husband, Feng. In short, the relationship between our families is quite unusual. Our families frequently visit each other, whether it's visiting each other's homes, having meals together, or drinking tea and playing cards at the island restaurant.
Our relationship is ambiguous and hard to define. I won't go into other details, but let me tell you about my relationship with Ling. Fellow wolves, please be patient and don't think I'm being long-winded.
It's a long story. It all started in 1997 when Ling and I were born. That year, I was a sophomore in college, and I had already confirmed my relationship with my current wife—in other words, I had her. Gradually, I also got to know the girl who shared my bedroom. Ling lived in the bunk above my wife. The first time I saw her was in the cafeteria of my wife's school. I was stunned. She had a typical Jiangnan (southern Jiangsu and Zhejiang) look, petite and exquisite, with a great figure—all the right curves were there (I will elaborate on this later). Her skin was fair, her complexion pure and innocent, very cute, and she gave off a clean and refreshing feeling. A lunch brought us together, and it was this lunch that led to everything that happened in the next 10 years.
Part Two: Getting to Know
Each Other The first meeting made my heart flutter. All the girls I interacted with were from the north. When she appeared, I finally understood the concept of "Jiangnan girls stealing men" from books. Because I became familiar with the auntie guarding the girls' dormitory, I could often come and go from the girls' dormitory. Since I'm a thoughtful guy, I had to get lunch for my wife every day, haha. As a result, I had more opportunities to meet and interact with Ling. My wife didn't notice my feelings for Ling, and I didn't overtly express my dirty thoughts, but to be honest, I really wanted to take Ling as my concubine at that time. With more interaction, we started communicating and exchanging ideas, and I gradually came to understand Ling. We often went out to parties, karaoke, and meals with the girls from her dormitory, and Ling and I became friends. I learned that she was from Hangzhou, her family wasn't well-off, her parents ran a small business, and she had a younger brother, etc. Sometimes I would also get information about Ling from my wife. Because my wife and I were relatively better off than Ling, and my wife was a very kind person, we often helped Liang Yihao without her knowledge, and this also brought her pressure.
III. Warming Up Emotions
It had been over two years since Ling and I met. Then came the winter of '99. That winter was very cold, and we were about to start our winter break. I remember everyone talking about how we would be starting our internships soon, facing graduation. Many called that year the "Year of Separation," and the campus was filled with couples crying. My wife and I, however, weren't affected by this, as we had both decided to stay in Beijing. I had almost secured a job, and my wife's family had found her a stable one. The entire campus was immersed in the pain of separation. At this moment, Ling encountered a problem: her father was diagnosed with a terminal illness and had to return home immediately. Before this, Ling had told us she wasn't going home for the Spring Festival because of financial difficulties and wanted to find an internship early to gain experience and increase her income to ease her parents' burden. But when the bad news came, Ling had no friends or boyfriends; her only confidants were my wife and me. My wife asked me to buy Ling's train ticket that night. I remember it was very cold and it snowed heavily. My wife took the day off for Ling because she had classes, so the responsibility of taking Ling to the train station fell to me. To be honest, after knowing Ling for more than two years, this was the first time we were alone together. At that moment, I had no evil thoughts at all, only sadness. I was sad for Ling. I remember clearly taking bus 375 from the university to Xizhimen, and then taking the subway from Xizhimen to Beijing Station. Ling didn't say a word the whole way until we arrived at Beijing Railway Station, exiting the main subway station. She then told me, "I originally wanted to stay in Beijing, but now it seems things might change." She looked up and said, "I'm worried about my future." She continued, "I'm so worried about my future." She added, "I'm so worried about my future." She then looked back at her phone and said, "I'm so worried about my future." She continued, "I'm so worried about my future." She then looked back at her phone and said ... Minutes later, I knew he needed warmth and care at that moment. Let me clarify, I had no impure thoughts at that time, although I could feel the outline of her not-so-full breasts under my tight embrace. All I could do then was offer comfort.
After seeing Ling off, I felt cold and empty, not knowing what to do or say. I stood in the snow.
IV. We've both gotten married?
A year after graduation, my wife and I got married. Ling, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, called us to tell us that she... She's coming to our wedding and will be returning to Beijing to grow up. My wife and I are very happy.
Ling is back and quickly married Feng, who had pursued her for many years during her university years. Later, we learned that her father passed away not long after she returned to Hangzhou. To avoid upsetting her mother, she stayed with her in Yaohuang for over a year. However, due to financial pressure—the family's main source of income was gone, her younger brother needed money for school, and her mother's health wasn't good—she had no choice but to return to Beijing. After all, she had familiar friends there and more things to do. Opportunities for career growth. After returning, she first found a job in our major field. Although the work was hard, the income was considerable, as our major was in high demand at the time.
Moreover, Feng, who had pursued her for many years, became her husband. I know her husband well; he is a year older than me, and his father is a leader in the management unit of our industry. I know that she chose him because of her career; otherwise, they would have gotten together back then, instead of now.
I. Understanding Section
V. My Wife's Confidante Made Me Her Buddy
As mentioned by Shan Lingqing, our two families have a close relationship because we were classmates. Now that our lives and careers are stable, perhaps the ancients were right, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." My desire for Ling has become even stronger. Sometimes, when I'm having sex with my wife, my mind is filled with Ling's image. We are both over 30 years old. The village girl from back then, after so many years of experience and improved economic conditions, has become more womanly and charming. I guarantee that now, she would get more than 70% of the attention on the street. She's the kind of woman whose beauty grows on you; the more you look at her, the more
captivating she becomes. Heaven often grants the desires of those with good fortune; whatever you think about, it comes to you.
Opportunities arise, but it's up to you to seize them. Although I harbored fantasies about Ling, I didn't know what she was thinking. Although she asked me to hug her, it was a special time, so I dared not act rashly. If problems arose, it would hurt four people and two families.
In the summer of 2003, my wife was away on a business trip. One day, I had lunch with clients and drank too much. I don't even know how I got home. In my hazy state, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't know where I was, but upon closer inspection, I realized I was already home. I staggered to the door and saw Ling. It turned out my wife, who was away on a business trip, had received a call from a colleague saying I was drunk and vomiting badly. She was worried and asked Ling to come and check on me. After opening the door, I snored and staggered back to bed. I was somewhat sober. Ling came in and started cleaning up. I had vomited all over the floor. Then she made me some hangover soup. I lay on the bed, feeling uneasy. I was very resistant. I knew my chance had come, but I also had many concerns. I thought a lot and was having a fierce internal struggle. In the end, I made a decisive decision. A real man dares to think and act. At worst, I could just attribute it all to being drunk and losing my temper.
I carefully observed every inch of her skin, every breathtakingly beautiful feature. I couldn't wait any longer, so I forcefully entered her, trying various positions and angles—I won't go into specifics here, as each one was similar yet different. We reached our climax together, and I ejaculated inside her. Afterward, she cleaned herself up, still without saying a word, and we parted. From the moment I entered until we parted, she didn't say a word, not even a single "hmm" on the bed. I could only feel her climax through the convulsions throughout my body.
Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, Ling brought a hangover soup to the bedside. I continued to pretend to be drunk, and Ling fed me spoonful by spoonful, and I gradually mustered my courage. I placed my hand on Ling's leg. She didn't resist at all, which emboldened me. I reached further in; she was wearing an A-line skirt. I quickly reached the hem, but she pushed my hand away. I said nothing, and she said nothing either, only resisting with her actions. Seeing that she wasn't resisting too much, I became even bolder. I simply leaped up and hugged her tightly. She resisted, but she was a woman after all, and I was so decisive. I held her tightly, just like before. The only difference was that before, she would leave me after the hug, but today she would become my captive. Slowly, she stopped resisting. I held her and kissed her fragrant lips passionately, my tongue wanting to reach into her throat. She tried to keep her mouth closed, not letting my tongue in, but my tongue, honed over the years, was like a white blade; how could she cover it? Slowly, she began to reciprocate. I gently carried her to the bed, and we kissed passionately, as if we wanted to devour each other. I slowly removed her top and skirt. For so many years, I'd only ever felt the outline of her breasts through my chest; today, I finally saw them. I used to think southern girls weren't very full, but now I know it wasn't due to the region, but because we were both wearing cotton-padded coats. Imagine, gentlemen, even through two layers of cotton-padded coats, I could still feel her outline. What would it look like without all that? Heh heh, that's right, it's wonderful! The shape, the color, the feel—everything is so excellent. I'm so happy! I sucked hard on this daily masterpiece. I finally experienced the skin of someone from Jiangsu and Zhejiang—it's so delicate and fair. It's wonderful, so perfect.
I don't know why, but seeing the tears welling up in her eyes... VI. We Continue Such a Beautiful Dream
The couple arrived as promised. I saw Ling at the door, but I didn't dare look her in the eye. Ling, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with her husband, even recounting my miserable state that day, making me feel uneasy. In short, this whole thing felt like a dream, and Ling only appeared in my mind's eye.
The next day at noon, after finishing my work, I sent Ling a text message: "If it's convenient, meet me at Shangdao near the company at 2 pm." Our companies were very close, and Shangdao was a place where the four of us often played cards. Five minutes later, I received a reply: "Okay."
I arrived at the place, and Ling was already there, having ordered her favorite cappuccino. She was sitting there reading a magazine. I saw her from afar and walked towards her seat. Shangdao offers good privacy, which is why I chose this place. I was very direct and bluntly asked her about her work that day. She just said I was drunk and she didn't blame me, but I could sense something was off.
I told her that I had had feelings for her and fantasies about her for a long time, back in college. However, due to the passage of time and the current relationship between our families, I had always tried to control my fantasies and feelings. But that day, I simply couldn't control myself, so… I didn't expect her to say that actually, from that hug at the train station in that cold winter, she was also filled with admiration and gratitude towards me. After all, at that moment, I was the only one who helped her. That moment easily evokes heroism in a woman's heart. However, due to her relationship with my wife, she had always controlled herself over the years. Back then, she came to our wedding with a conflicted mind, and chose Feng with a conflicted mind. Only then did I realize that all of this had something to do with me.
She said that this year, Feng Da hadn't given her the same feeling I had that day, as if it had transported her back to that harsh winter. That day, she desperately wanted to ask me if I could come with her to Hangzhou. But she knew I wasn't meant for her. If it were someone else, she might have tried her best to win them over, but her rival was her best friend, a close friend who had given her so much help and support. She couldn't do that. That's why she left in tears that day.
I suddenly realized that all these years, all these things between her and me… all these "what ifs"... It seems that fate not only gives people opportunities but also plays tricks on them. I took her hand and left the island, heading to a nearby… In the hotel, of course, we had our share of passionate lovemaking. I felt her body's fragrance, her warmth, and every spasm of her skin…
Even now, we maintain this relationship. We rarely discuss emotional topics; we only meet occasionally. Our two families maintain this relationship, and we can face our families openly. She truly became my "after-dinner drink," and we agreed to continue like this until we can't sit still anymore. (We never use condoms when we're together; I don't like it, and neither does she. She says it's a waste of ammunition, and ammunition should be used where needed. [The End])

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