The Road to *** (Part 1)

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We were an ordinary couple. She was a teacher, and I worked in a company. We had a stable income and a happy life. I can't remember when I started having these wicked thoughts. At first, I didn't know how to express them or dared not express them. She was a teacher and the conservative type, but she was physically fit, 169cm tall and weighing 125kg, quite plump. For a while, I deliberately showed her some group videos, but she said she found them disgusting and that they weren't real. For a long time afterward, I didn't dare bring up the topic again, but I still kept thinking about it. Occasionally, I would buy some sexy items on Taobao, but these were normal clothes that she could wear out. Because of her work and her conservative nature, I knew she wouldn't wear them out. Occasionally, when I was having fun, I would ask her to wear them. At first, she resisted, but later she gradually got used to it. Life went on like this, day by day. Around the year before last, things took a turn for the better. Her best friend, W, moved to our area, and we started seeing each other more often. We often ate together, and we weren't strangers. Sometimes when I was away on business, W would stay at my house. W's husband went abroad and came back about every six months. W works at a company and has a decent figure. At first, I didn't think much of it. A few times I ran into her staying at my place, but she probably had to change jobs at the last minute. To be honest, seeing W in a spaghetti-strap nightgown did have a primal reaction, but it was just a thought. Later, one night my wife went to her parents' house, and W knocked on my door around 8 pm. I didn't know she knew my wife wasn't home beforehand. I wanted to refuse her entry, but I didn't say it. We chatted until after 10 pm, and she showed no sign of leaving. I suggested she go to bed early, since her house was over ten kilometers away, and it wasn't good to kick her out so late. I told her to stay in the guest room, but not to let my wife know she was staying there tonight, to avoid suspicion. I went back to my room. I tossed and turned all night; it's impossible not to have thoughts, but out of politeness, I let it go. About a month later, my colleague W had a karaoke party near my workplace. I happened to be working overtime that day, and she asked if I could give her a ride home. Out of concern, I told her to drink less. She sent me her location, so I went to pick her up. I really liked what she was wearing that day: a black, tight-fitting short-sleeved top, a slightly see-through off-the-shoulder skirt, and high heels. When I dropped her off at her apartment parking lot, she invited me up for tea. I had mixed feelings, but somehow I went up anyway. I visited her home; it was very clean, and her clothes were hanging on the balcony. Her clothes were much sexier than my wife's. Later, we sat on the sofa, and she poured herself a glass of water and we chatted. I don't know how long we talked, but then she asked me if I had any other thoughts. I was completely taken aback; it was so sudden and awkward. I asked what thoughts I had, and she said we were adults, and there was no need to be so explicit. She said, "You know I get lonely when my husband isn't around." She said she didn't actually like me, but just felt safe and reliable. I said, "Isn't that inappropriate? You and my wife are best friends." She said she wouldn't let her know. She awkwardly turned to leave, but I grabbed her. I was so excited and thrilled. I kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts through her clothes. She cooperated by moving her body. She asked if I liked her body. At that moment, I opened my heart; I'd liked her for a long time. She asked why I hadn't made a move, and I said I was too afraid. She asked, "Are you brave enough now?" I tried to kiss her, but she refused. She said she'd been drinking and was going to brush her teeth, telling me to take a shower first. I asked her if she wasn't going to shower, and she laughed, telling me to heat the water first. A little while later, she came in wrapped in a towel. I ripped the towel off her and hugged her tightly. I helped her wash her genitals, and she helped me. I gestured for her to eat, and she knelt down and ate. After a while, she said, "My wife must be so lucky to have such a big penis." Later, we went to bed. Her bed was very pink and silky. We kissed each other, and she knew my nipples were aroused, so she kept licking them. My hand was also inside her. She said women like doggy style, and I said, "Really?" She asked, "Doesn't M (my wife) like that?" I said I did. I wanted to go inside her, so I asked if she had any condoms at home. She thought for a moment and said probably not. She asked if I'd ever been with any women other than M, and I said no. She said she hadn't been with any other men either, and told me to just go for it and not to ejaculate inside her. She lay there with her legs spread, and I slowly penetrated her. This was my first time experiencing sex with someone other than my wife, and it felt wonderful and warm. She said she hadn't done it for several months, and although she had masturbated, it wasn't comfortable. I asked her how it felt, and she said it was okay. I started to get into a rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and her breathing was rhythmic with moans. We were in great sync. After a few minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled out. She asked me what was wrong, and I said she was so beautiful, and that I felt much better after calming down. I gestured for her to lie down, and then I started penetrating her from behind. Her back was white and straight. I held her waist with both hands and occasionally touched her breasts. She said I was penetrating her so deeply, and that it felt very good. A few minutes later, I got a little tired and my movements slowed down. I lay down on the bed, and she was dancing on it—it was so beautiful. I said I couldn't take it anymore and asked her to get off and lie down. I lay on top of her, penetrated her, and didn't move. Then I kissed her and nursed her breasts. Later, I started thrusting into her again. Her hands would sometimes grip the sheets and sometimes the headboard. I don't know how long it lasted, but I couldn't hold on any longer. I told her I might be about to ejaculate, and she nodded. Then she said it was her safe period and I could ejaculate inside. I thrust quickly, and her breasts jiggled rapidly. She kept moaning, and I ejaculated like that. She asked me to put some tissues on the bed to catch the semen. She lay there quietly, and the semen slowly flowed out. After resting for a while, she got up, squatted down, and patted the semen off. She cleaned up the mess and licked my genitals. Later, she lay in my arms again, and I touched her nipples. She thanked me, and I said, "What's there to thank me for? You were satisfied, and I was satisfied too." Good times always fly by. I was planning to do it some more, but before I knew it, it was already past eleven. A phone call from my wife woke us both up. I hurriedly said I was driving and almost home, and quickly hung up. She told me to go home early to avoid any complications. She specifically told me to do laundry and shower first so I wouldn't smell a woman's scent. I rushed back, feeling anxious like a child who had done something wrong. After that, we did it regularly or irregularly. She knew what I liked and tried her best to satisfy me. We became lovers, I suppose. A few times, when my wife wasn't home, she would come to my house, wear my wife's clothes, and do it with me. Gradually, we became very close, talking about everything. After she learned what I was thinking, she also tested my wife, instilling some pleasurable ideas in her, suggesting she dress more sexily. Slowly, she changed somewhat, but she still didn't know that difficult step. It was probably last spring when her best friend and I had a wicked idea. Her husband had already returned, and we planned to go to Hainan together for the Qingming Festival. The two of them were wearing similar outfits, which were quite sexy compared to before. We ate seafood and drank a lot of alcohol, mainly letting her husband and my wife drink. My wife is the type who gets drunk after just a little. We put some aphrodisiac in her husband's drink, and then I took my wife back to the hotel. I went back to continue drinking, and not long after, her husband couldn't take it anymore. He had drunk too much and the drug was taking effect, so he wanted to go back. W said he wanted to watch the bar performance a little longer, so I let him go back first. I gave him my room key; the two rooms were next to each other. We were both excited and wondering what would happen next. W suggested we go back and do it ourselves, but I said no rush, let's wait until it's confirmed. The wait was long; about half an hour passed. Desperate to find out, I went to the front desk to copy the room key. Sure enough, there it was: her husband was on top of my wife, thrusting into her. My wife was moaning with her eyes closed. I pushed him off the bed, kicked him a few times, and slapped my wife twice. Then W came in. My wife sat on the bed and started crying, also berating her husband. My wife asked me what to do, saying she thought I was the one who did it and wanted me to report him for rape. She begged W to put in a good word for her. W begged my wife not to make a scene, and my wife said she would listen to me. Later, her husband begged W if she could have sex with me again. W said she would agree as long as I didn't report him. I looked at my wife; she's a teacher and definitely didn't want to make a scene. I said okay. W told me when she wanted to do it, and I casually said now. W asked her husband to get condoms from the hotel, but I said he didn't bring any, and I wouldn't wear any either. I just took off my pants and gestured for W to lick me, and that's how it started. They watched us awkwardly as we did it. The next day, they both went home. My wife was very nervous, but I acted like nothing had happened. A month later, I called her husband and asked him if he wanted to be my wife. At first, he was scared, but I said I agreed. When I got back, I told my wife, "How about we switch partners?" She felt guilty and agreed. That's how we successfully switched partners. Because I was quite familiar with W, we were afraid of being suspected, so we started separately and then got together. We both just kept it to ourselves. Later, when W wanted to see me, she would just tell my wife. Gradually, she accepted it. W stayed at my house, her husband stayed at my house, and my wife went to her house. We were all pretty normal most of the time, and this continued for six months until they went abroad, at which point it ended. The spark had already been ignited.

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