I finally got my wish and slept with my girlfriend's gorgeous best friend.

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Next, I'll tell you how I developed feelings for my girlfriend's (wife's) best friend, and how my fantasies gradually evolved into actions leading to a sexual relationship, a process that took about four or five years
from 2009 to 2013. My girlfriend and I were classmates in university and recently got married. We met in our freshman year, but we weren't in the same major or department. Later, we both went on to graduate school at the same university, again in different departments. Right after the start of the graduate program, among the new graduate students in my girlfriend's department was a beautiful girl who had come . This girl is the protagonist of this story. Because she and my girlfriend were classmates, they later developed into close friends. This is the super- beautiful girl I had been longing for and finally got my wish of having sex with several times. Our school is located in a city in North China. It's a university that's neither too good nor too bad. My girlfriend 's graduate advisor is a department head, and coincidentally, this girl also applied to be with that department head. So , my girlfriend gradually grew closer to her. Of course, I didn't know her at first, but my girlfriend often talked about her to me, saying that she was quite pretty and often liked by the advisor, and that she often went to the advisor's office . Later, as time went by, since we were both from the same school, I gradually got to know this girl. I remember the first time I met her was when I was with my girlfriend. She immediately said, "Wow, you're pretty handsome!" I'm not a very outgoing person, even a bit introverted, which made me feel a little embarrassed. At that time, my impression of her was also quite good. She was indeed quite pretty, with a good figure, a little over 160cm tall , neither fat nor thin, and a pair of large breasts, easily a D cup, no smaller than my girlfriend's. Her dressing style was quite elegant, but not in a very sexy way, somewhere between sexy and innocent. I've always believed that I'm somewhat lustful at heart, but due to my personality, it's not very obvious . To be honest, I pursued my girlfriend for three years before we got together, but my girlfriend's looks are average, at most a 5 or 6 out of 10, and she's on the heavier side. Aside from her full breasts (D cup), other parts of her body, such as her waist, legs, and hips, weren't particularly striking. So, ever since I met her, I've paid quite a bit of attention to her. Of course, I often talk about her with my wife , but I rarely tell my girlfriend about my interest and admiration for her, probably because I'm afraid she'll get jealous or overthink things. From my girlfriend, I learned that she's also from this city (my girlfriend and I are also from this city), has a boyfriend who was a high school classmate, and is currently pursuing a master's degree in another city in the north. For a while, my impression of her was quite good, and I didn't have any malicious thoughts or prejudices. But later, as time went on and things developed, my attitude and views towards her slowly began to change . There are two main reasons for this change: First , it was discovered that the woman's relationship with her advisor was quite unusual. Whenever she had free time, she would frequently visit the professor's office . Although her advisor was a leader, he enjoyed having fun and wasn't the workaholic type who was always busy with administration, research , or career advancement. My girlfriend told me that sometimes the advisor wouldn't go home at night and would stay at the university (the university provides lounges ). This woman would occasionally visit the professor's office in the evenings to chat. Besides chatting, they often played billiards together and went out to eat. On several occasions, the advisor even took this woman with him on business trips, ostensibly for academic exchange and learning . Gradually, my girlfriend told me that rumors were circulating among her classmates that she had an ambiguous relationship with her advisor, who was currently experiencing marital problems and was in a long-term state of separation and cold war with his wife. From then on, I began to have a different view of her, believing that she was not a pure girl, but a flirtatious and promiscuous woman. After that, I often fantasized about her, imagining her as my woman, being able to hug and cuddle with her, and even make love to her. Of course, it was inevitable that I would meet with her, and sometimes my wife and I would even have meals with her. That was the first point. The second point, the change in my attitude and view of her, came about because of something that happened that made me very depressed and angry. One time, I discovered that my girlfriend had a recently added friend on QQ, a man, who had been talking to her a lot . Of course, I had to ask my girlfriend what was going on. She didn't hide anything from me and readily admitted that she (the female protagonist of this story) had given him my QQ number, and he had added me. I asked, "What's going on? Why would you just give your QQ number to a guy like that?" My girlfriend said that this guy was her (the female protagonist's) college classmate, and he didn't have a girlfriend yet, so she insisted that she (the female protagonist ) introduce him to her current classmate. You can imagine how angry I was at this point. I won't go into the details of what I wanted to say here, but I told my girlfriend, "How could she do this?! Isn't she obviously trying to break us up? Don't get too close to her in the future; that kind of woman is too insidious !" My girlfriend said she didn't want to know that guy either, but since he added her as a friend, she couldn't just ignore him. Of course, she's still very loyal to me, and our relationship has always been stable; this hasn't affected it . But since then, I've harbored resentment towards her. This resentment can't be , so I often fantasize about conquering her in bed, fucking her relentlessly, making her submissive, and having her perform oral sex on me. I want to ejaculate hard inside her and on her face as a way to vent my resentment . Of course, as everyone knows, this is just wishful thinking and a fantasy, and it's unlikely to ever come true . But as time goes on, and as the frequency of my fantasies increases, I increasingly feel that perhaps it 's possible. During this time, I saw her upload artistic photos of herself and her boyfriend to her social media account several times. Some of the photos even showed her dressed very sexily, wearing black stockings and a short skirt. Every time I saw these photos, I became even more aroused. I would even run to the bathroom and masturbate after looking at the photos. In the blink of an eye, three years have almost passed. By this time, my girlfriend and her boyfriend had become best friends, and I had also become more familiar with each other. We would often chat and joke around when we met.

Later, near graduation, I decided to put my fantasy into practice; I wanted to make it a reality.

So, I started to become more outgoing, often joking with her whenever I had the chance, even
chatting with her on QQ.

Of course, my girlfriend knew about this and wasn't worried, because she knew she had a boyfriend, and that they were
good friends.

Over time, my relationship with this girl became more familiar, and I found that she wasn't as
polite , but rather showed her true self. I went along with it, often talking to her about
things like dressing up, clothes, and body shape, and frequently discussing everyday life. I even often complimented
her on her looks and said her boyfriend was lucky when my girlfriend wasn't around.

She should have been able to sense my affection for her (although, in my opinion, this affection wasn't genuine love
, but rather a deliberate attempt to win her over). I also gradually sensed that she was developing some feelings for me as well, which
was evident in our conversations and the way she looked at me when we met.

In 2012, we graduated. As fate would have it, my girlfriend and I stayed in the city to work, and so did she
.

Her job was arranged by our professor, which made it hard for me not to believe that
there was no romantic relationship between this woman and our professor.

My girlfriend still contacted her frequently, occasionally having meals together. Her boyfriend had also
returned to this city to work after graduating from another city.

Slowly, I decided to put my plan into action, but now she and her boyfriend were living together
in a small one-bedroom apartment, which was an unused house in her boyfriend's family home.

This made me hesitant to proceed, since they lived together. Whether I asked her out or
contacted her via QQ and WeChat, her boyfriend could easily find out.

One summer day in 2013, the opportunity finally arrived. Although I was completely unprepared,
the result was extremely satisfying—no, it exceeded my expectations.

Around June 2013, my girlfriend married a mutual classmate (a
graduate ). The wedding banquet was held at a hotel in the northern part of the city one day (I can't remember the exact date).

My girlfriend wanted to attend, but because it was a weekday and she was busy with work (she works
for a state-owned enterprise in the city), she couldn't make it. So, she asked me to bring a red envelope to the wedding banquet (I'm currently self-employed
). I arrived at the hotel around 11 am.

A while later, I finally saw the heroine of this story, whom I had been longing to see. To my delight, her
boyfriend couldn't make it today, and she was attending the wedding as a bridesmaid. She was wearing makeup and dressed
rather sexily and glamorously, which immediately aroused my desire.

I started planning how to find an opportunity to spend some time alone with her after the banquet.

I hadn't drunk any alcohol at the banquet because I was driving, but she, as a bridesmaid, had been persuaded to drink some red wine. When the banquet ended
, I naturally offered her a ride home, and she readily agreed.

After saying goodbye to the bride and groom, she got in and sat in the passenger seat. You
can imagine how ; I was even worried that it would affect my driving.

I tried to calm myself down and drove slowly.

So I tried to be brave and bold, and started chatting with her. First, I complimented her on how
beautiful and sexy she looked that day, and even said I'd invite her to be my bridesmaid when we got married. Later, I even said that
if I hadn't already known my current girlfriend, I would have pursued her.

I think she could sense my feelings for her. Because she had drunk a little,
she didn't seem embarrassed by what I said. Instead, she asked ambiguously, "How many years have you known me?

I think you've wanted to pursue me for a long time,

haven't you? Are you afraid of your wife?

Why have you never complimented me like this in front of your wife?"

Hearing her answer, I was overjoyed and continued to say even more ambiguous things to her. I said that my wife
couldn't compare to her in any way, and that she was my dream girl...

As we talked, I noticed a moment of awkwardness in her expression. It turned out she'd seen a box of condoms in the car
. I secretly thought, "Perfect for steer the conversation towards sex, to test the waters." So I asked her, "Hey
, what brand of condoms do you two use?"

Of course, she didn't answer directly, but instead said, "You pervert."

At that moment, I thought I'd achieved my goal. If she was smart, she should know
what ...

A few minutes later, we arrived at their place. She'd taken the day off and
didn't have to work that afternoon.

I said, "We've arrived. Go home and rest."

At that moment, I desperately wanted her to invite me to their place, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I could only leave the
rest to her.

Sure enough, my words on the way hadn't been in vain. She looked at me with a knowing smile and said, "Come on, come
upstairs with me for a drink of water. Sit down for a bit, otherwise XY (my girlfriend's name) will definitely say I
'm insensitive and don't consider you a friend."

At that moment, I was incredibly excited. Suppressing my excitement, I said, "Okay, no need for water
, I just need to use the restroom."

When we got to their house, I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and have a good time with her.

But I couldn't act like a rapist, and besides, I hadn't been drinking; I was a sober person and
couldn't do anything too extreme.

I thought to myself, since she brought me upstairs, it meant she already had feelings for me. I was right
; this woman was indeed a wanton slut.

But I couldn't just wait for a woman to take the initiative and break the ice, could I? As I was thinking this, she asked me to wait
on the sofa in the living room for a while; she needed to use the restroom.

That's when it suddenly occurred to me that I could go to their bedroom. Different rooms have different atmospheres, and it would
be easier to make a move than in the living room.

When I got to the bedroom, I saw bras, sheer lace panties, and stockings hanging on the clothes rack
. My heart was pounding. Just as I was staring at them, she came out of the bathroom and called to me. I
answered, and she said, "Why are you coming into someone's bedroom uninvited?" As she walked into the bedroom, I was still staring blankly at the clothes on
the rack .

She grinned mischievously, and I couldn't control myself. I quickly hugged her, and she resisted half-heartedly.
I felt the warmth of her two large breasts for a moment, then I started kissing her, my hands groping haphazardly up and down
, trembling as I told her about my desire for her body.

She stopped resisting and instead looked at me with a slightly aroused smile, teasing me, saying, "You stinky men,
when you see a beautiful woman like me, you can't wait to possess her body, can you?"

I calmed down a bit and asked her to make love, but she refused, saying it definitely wouldn't work at home
, her boyfriend would probably be home from work soon, and we should arrange to meet somewhere else another day.

At this point, I became more rational, also worried that since this was their home, there were too many uncontrollable factors,
and if something went wrong and someone found out, it would be terrible.

I hugged her and said, "What should I do if I feel so pent up? Can you help me cum with your mouth?" (I didn't directly say
"oral sex ," because I didn't know if she would get angry if I asked that). She actually smiled and agreed, which I expected
because I had always imagined her as a slut, but it also surprised me. I didn't expect her to
agree to my request so easily on the first time!

So I pinned her down on the bed, unzipped my pants, and exposed my penis. I first rubbed it against her breasts through her
clothes , and I almost ejaculated. Then I put it to her mouth. I didn't expect this little
slut to be so skilled, much better than my girlfriend.

After about ten minutes, I said I was going to ejaculate, and she immediately spat out my penis and told me to go to the bathroom and do
it . I didn't force her, so I had to go to the bathroom and do it myself.

After we were done, she told me to hurry up and leave, and that we could meet up again another time. I checked my watch; it
was almost five o'clock.

Since then, we've met up three more times.

These three hookups with her were the most unforgettable and pleasurable moments of my day. Her sluttyness and wantonness in bed exceeded my
expectations.

Every time I fucked her hard, I told myself that I had finally fulfilled my long-held wish and goal.

I finally enjoyed a woman other than my wife, and a stunningly beautiful one at that.

The first time was in July 2013, during the day. We booked a room at a local hotel. This was the first time I
truly had sex with a woman other than my girlfriend; we did it three times in three hours.

The second time was after we'd planned a two-day trip to a nearby seaside city. I lied to my girlfriend,
saying I was going to a city in the south to discuss a business deal, and she lied to her boyfriend, saying she was on a business trip. We spent two nights and a
day . I remember doing it five times the first night and three times the second night.

Normally, my girlfriend and I only have sex every two or three days, so after I came back, I didn't touch her for over a week
, only saying I was tired from my business trip.

The third time was a few days before her wedding. I was worried that after they got married, I wouldn't have another chance. Even so,
it seems my girlfriend (now my wife) and her boyfriend (now her husband) were still unaware, as
we were both very cautious.

However, the last time, she said that after marriage she would have to be responsible for her family and probably wouldn't do this anymore.

Next, I'll tell you how I developed feelings for my girlfriend's (wife's) best friend, and how my fantasies gradually evolved into actions leading to a sexual relationship, a process that took about four or five years
from 2009 to 2013. My girlfriend and I were classmates in university and recently got married. We met in our freshman year, but we weren't in the same major or department. Later, we both went on to graduate school at the same university, again in different departments. Right after the start of the graduate program, among the new graduate students in my girlfriend's department was a beautiful girl who had come . This girl is the protagonist of this story. Because she and my girlfriend were classmates, they later developed into close friends. This is the super- beautiful girl I had been longing for and finally got my wish of having sex with several times. Our school is located in a city in North China. It's a university that's neither too good nor too bad. My girlfriend 's graduate advisor is a department head, and coincidentally, this girl also applied to be with that department head. So , my girlfriend gradually grew closer to her. Of course, I didn't know her at first, but my girlfriend often talked about her to me, saying that she was quite pretty and often liked by the advisor, and that she often went to the advisor's office . Later, as time went by, since we were both from the same school, I gradually got to know this girl. I remember the first time I met her was when I was with my girlfriend. She immediately said, "Wow, you're pretty handsome!" I'm not a very outgoing person, even a bit introverted, which made me feel a little embarrassed. At that time, my impression of her was also quite good. She was indeed quite pretty, with a good figure, a little over 160cm tall , neither fat nor thin, and a pair of large breasts, easily a D cup, no smaller than my girlfriend's. Her dressing style was quite elegant, but not in a very sexy way, somewhere between sexy and innocent. I've always believed that I'm somewhat lustful at heart, but due to my personality, it's not very obvious . To be honest, I pursued my girlfriend for three years before we got together, but my girlfriend's looks are average, at most a 5 or 6 out of 10, and she's on the heavier side. Aside from her full breasts (D cup), other parts of her body, such as her waist, legs, and hips, weren't particularly striking. So, ever since I met her, I've paid quite a bit of attention to her. Of course, I often talk about her with my wife , but I rarely tell my girlfriend about my interest and admiration for her, probably because I'm afraid she'll get jealous or overthink things. From my girlfriend, I learned that she's also from this city (my girlfriend and I are also from this city), has a boyfriend who was a high school classmate, and is currently pursuing a master's degree in another city in the north. For a while, my impression of her was quite good, and I didn't have any malicious thoughts or prejudices. But later, as time went on and things developed, my attitude and views towards her slowly began to change . There are two main reasons for this change: First , it was discovered that the woman's relationship with her advisor was quite unusual. Whenever she had free time, she would frequently visit the professor's office . Although her advisor was a leader, he enjoyed having fun and wasn't the workaholic type who was always busy with administration, research , or career advancement. My girlfriend told me that sometimes the advisor wouldn't go home at night and would stay at the university (the university provides lounges ). This woman would occasionally visit the professor's office in the evenings to chat. Besides chatting, they often played billiards together and went out to eat. On several occasions, the advisor even took this woman with him on business trips, ostensibly for academic exchange and study.

It was all thanks to Xi Jinping.

Gradually, my girlfriend told me that rumors were circulating among her classmates that she had an
ambiguous relationship with her advisor, who was reportedly in a marital crisis and separated from his wife.

From that point on, I began to see her differently, believing she wasn't a pure girl,
but a promiscuous and wanton woman. After that, I often fantasized about her, imagining her as my woman,
hugging and cuddling with her, even making love.

Of course, it was inevitable that we would meet, and sometimes my wife and I would even have meals with her.

That's the first point. The second point, the change in my attitude and opinion towards her, stemmed from something that happened that made me very
depressed and angry.

One time, I discovered that my girlfriend had a recently added male friend on QQ who had been
constantly .

Of course, I had to ask her what was going on.

My girlfriend didn't hide anything from me and readily admitted that she (the female protagonist of this story) had given him my QQ number, and
he had added me.

I said, "What's going on? Why would you just give your QQ number to a guy like that?" My girlfriend said that this guy
was her (the female protagonist's) college classmate, and he didn't have a girlfriend yet, so she (the female
protagonist ) insisted on introducing him to one of her current classmates.

You can imagine how angry I was at that point. I won't go into the details of what I wanted to say here, but
I told my girlfriend, "How could she be like this?!"

Isn't this blatantly trying to break us up? Don't get too close to her in the future; that kind of woman is too cunning
! My girlfriend said she didn't want to know that guy either, but since he added her as a friend, she couldn't just ignore him.

Of course, my girlfriend is still very loyal to me, and our relationship has always been stable and hasn't been affected by this
.

But from then on, I harbored resentment towards her. Of course, this resentment
couldn't be , so I often fantasized about conquering her in bed, fucking
her until she was completely submissive, making her give me oral sex, and ejaculating hard into her vagina and on her face as a way to vent my resentment
.

Of course, as everyone knows, this is just wishful thinking and a fantasy, and it's unlikely to ever
come true .

But as time went by, and as my fantasies increased, I increasingly felt that perhaps it
was possible.

During this period, I saw her upload artistic photos of herself and her boyfriend to her social media account several times;
some photos even showed her dressed very sexily, wearing black stockings and a short skirt.

Every time I saw these photos, I became even more aroused. I

even went to the bathroom to masturbate after looking at the photos.

In the blink of an eye, three years had almost passed. By then, my girlfriend and her boyfriend had become best friends, and I had inevitably become
more familiar with each other. We would often chat and joke around when we met.

Then, as graduation approached, I decided to put my fantasy into practice; I wanted to make it a reality.

So, I started to become more outgoing, joking with her whenever I had the chance, and even
chatting with her on QQ.

Of course, my girlfriend knew all this and wasn't worried because she knew she had a boyfriend and they were
good friends.

Over time, my relationship with this girl became more familiar. I noticed that she wasn't as
polite , but rather showed her true self. I went along with it, often talking to her
about things like dressing up, clothes, and body shape, and frequently discussing everyday life. I even complimented
her on her looks and said her boyfriend was lucky when my girlfriend wasn't around.

She probably could tell that I had feelings for her (although I didn't think these feelings were genuine
, but rather deliberate attempts to win her over). I also gradually sensed that she had some feelings for me too, which
was evident in her eyes during our conversations and meetings!

In 2012, we graduated, and as fate would have it, my girlfriend and I both stayed in the city to work, and she also stayed
in the city to work.

Her job was arranged by her mentor, which made it hard for me not to believe that
there was no illicit transaction between this woman and her mentor.

Her girlfriend still contacted her frequently, occasionally having meals together. Her boyfriend had also
returned to this city to work after graduating from another city.

Gradually, I decided to put my plan into action, but now she and her boyfriend were living together
in a small one-bedroom apartment, a vacant unit in her boyfriend's family home.

This made it difficult for me to proceed, since they were living together, and whether I asked her out or
contacted her through QQ or WeChat, it would be easy for her boyfriend to find out.

One day in the summer of 2013, the opportunity finally arrived. Although I was completely unprepared,
the result was extremely satisfactory—no, it exceeded my expectations.

Around June 2013, my girlfriend married a mutual classmate (
a graduate ). The wedding banquet was held at a hotel in the northern part of the city one day (I can't remember the exact date).

My girlfriend wanted to attend, but because it was a weekday and she was busy with work (she works
for a state-owned enterprise in the city), she couldn't make it. So she asked me to take a red envelope to the banquet (I'm currently self-employed
). I arrived at the hotel around 11 a.m. A while

later, I saw the woman I had been longing to see. To my surprise, her
boyfriend couldn't come that day, and she was attending as a bridesmaid. She was wearing makeup and dressed
rather sexily and attractively, which immediately aroused my desire.

I started planning how to find an opportunity to spend some time alone with her after the banquet.

At the banquet, I didn't drink because I was driving, but she, as a bridesmaid, was persuaded to drink some red wine. When the banquet ended
, I naturally offered her a ride home, and she readily agreed.

After saying goodbye to the bride and groom, she got in and sat in the passenger seat. You
can imagine ; I was even worried it would affect my driving.

I tried to calm myself down and drove slowly.

So I tried to be brave and bold and started chatting with her. First, I complimented her on how
beautiful and sexy she looked that day, and said that I would invite her to be my bridesmaid when we got married. Later, I even said that
if I hadn't already met my current girlfriend, I would have pursued her.

I think she could sense some of my feelings for her. Because she'd had a few drinks,
she didn't seem embarrassed by what I was saying. Instead, she asked ambiguously, "How many years have you known me?

I bet you've been wanting to pursue me for a while now.

Are you afraid of your wife?

Why have you never praised me like this in front of your wife?"

Hearing her answer, I was overjoyed. I continued with even more ambiguous remarks, saying that my wife
couldn't compare to her in any way, and that she was my dream girl...

As I spoke, I noticed a moment of awkwardness in her expression. It turned out she'd noticed a box of condoms in the car
. I secretly thought, "Perfect for this! I can steer the conversation towards sex and test the waters." So I asked her, "Hey
, what brand of condoms do you two use?"

Of course, she didn't answer the question directly, but instead said, "You pervert."

At that moment, I thought I had achieved my goal; if she was smart, she should know
what . ...

A few minutes later, we arrived at their place. She had taken the day off and
didn't have to work that afternoon.

I said, "We've arrived. You should go back and rest.

" I desperately wanted her to invite me to their house, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I could only leave the
rest to her.

Sure enough, my words on the way hadn't been in vain. She looked at me with a knowing smile and said, "Come on, come
upstairs and have some water. Sit for a while. Otherwise, if XY (my girlfriend's name) finds out, she'll definitely say I
'm insensitive and don't treat you like a friend."

At that moment, I was incredibly excited. Suppressing my excitement, I said, "Okay, no need for water
, I just need to use the restroom."

Once we got to their house, I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and have my way with her.

But I couldn't act like a rapist, and besides, I hadn't been drinking; I was a sober person and
couldn't possibly do anything so outrageous.

I thought to myself, since she brought me up here, it meant she already had feelings for me. I was right
; this woman was indeed a wanton slut.

But I couldn't just wait for a woman to take the initiative and break the ice. Just as I was thinking this, she asked me to wait on the sofa in the living room for a
while; she needed to use the restroom.

It suddenly occurred to me that I could go to their bedroom. The atmosphere would be different in a different room, which would be
easier than doing it in the living room.

When I got to the bedroom, I saw bras, sheer lace panties, and stockings hanging on the clothes rack
. My heart was pounding. Just as I was staring at them, she came out of the bathroom and called me. I
answered, and she said, "Why did you come to my bedroom uninvited?" When she walked into the bedroom, I was still staring blankly at the clothes on
the rack .

She grinned mischievously, but I couldn't control myself. I quickly hugged her, and she resisted slightly, half-pushing
. I felt the warmth of her two large breasts and began to kiss her, my hands groping haphazardly up and down
, trembling as I told her about my desire for her body.

She stopped resisting and looked at me with a slightly aroused smile, teasing me, saying, "You stinky men,
when you see a beautiful woman like me, you can't wait to possess her body, can you?"

I calmed down a bit and asked her to make love. She disagreed, saying it definitely wouldn't work at home
, her boyfriend would probably be home from work soon, and we should arrange to meet somewhere else another day.

At this point, I became more rational, worried that since this was their home, there were too many uncontrollable factors, and it would be terrible
if something went wrong and someone found out.

I hugged her and said, "What should I do if I feel so pent up? Can you help me cum with your mouth?" (I didn't directly say
"oral sex ," because I didn't know if she would get angry if I asked that). She actually smiled and agreed, which I expected
because I had always imagined her as a slut, but it also surprised me. I didn't expect her to
agree to my request so easily on the first time!

So I pinned her down on the bed, unzipped my pants, and exposed my penis. I first rubbed it against her breasts through her
clothes , and I almost ejaculated. Then I put it to her mouth. I didn't expect this little
slut to be so skilled, much better than my girlfriend.

After about ten minutes, I said I was going to ejaculate, and she immediately spat out my penis and told me to go to the bathroom and do
it . I didn't force her, so I had to go to the bathroom and do it myself.

After we were done, she told me to hurry up and leave, and that we could meet up again another time. I checked my watch; it
was almost five o'clock.

Since then, we've met up three more times.

These three hookups with her were the most unforgettable and pleasurable moments of my day. Her sluttyness and wantonness in bed exceeded my
expectations.

Every time I fucked her hard, I told myself that I had finally fulfilled my long-held wish and goal.

I finally enjoyed a woman other than my wife, and a stunningly beautiful one at that.

The first time was in July 2013, during the day. We booked a room at a local hotel. This was the first time I
truly had sex with a woman other than my girlfriend; we did it three times in three hours.

The second time was after we'd planned a two-day trip to a nearby seaside city. I lied to my girlfriend,
saying I was going to a city in the south to discuss a business deal, and she lied to her boyfriend, saying she was on a business trip. We spent two nights and a
day . I remember doing it five times the first night and three times the second night.

Normally, my girlfriend and I only have sex every two or three days, so after I came back, I didn't touch her for over a week
, only saying I was tired from my business trip.

The third time was a few days before her wedding. I was worried that after they got married, I wouldn't have another chance. Even so,
it seems my girlfriend (now my wife) and her boyfriend (now her husband) were still unaware, as
we were both very cautious.

However, the last time, she said that after marriage she would have to be responsible for her family and probably wouldn't do this anymore.

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I finally got my wish and slept with my girlfriend's gorgeous best friend.

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