A vague account of the rape of a friend's wife (Part 2)

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A Blurred Account of Raping My Friend's Wife (Part 2)
To avoid revealing my shameful state here, I forced myself to shift my attention to the television, but the program
had long since stopped airing. Sister Zhao and I remained silent, still watching the TV.
When I glanced at her again, I noticed her eyes were occasionally glancing in my direction. I pretended not to notice, but this immersion
was maddening. I began to think about how to break the deadlock.
"Boom!" Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder seemed to strike the neighborhood. Almost simultaneously, everything went
dark. Apart from the constant sirens of car alarms, I couldn't see anything. The entire area was
without power; it was truly pitch black. I felt like I'd forgotten where I was. The thunder was terrifying
. I was so frightened that I didn't regain my senses until everyone turned off their car alarms.
"Boom!!!" Another series of deafening claps of thunder followed, and in the brief flash of lightning, I finally saw Sister Zhao. She
seemed to only just realize where I was either. Before the darkness returned after the lightning subsided, she shoved herself next to me
, pressing tightly against me, her body trembling violently. For me, it all happened so suddenly. I could feel
her heart pounding, because her chest was now pressed tightly against my body.
I didn't know whether to feel lucky or regretful that I was in my own home tonight. I told
myself that my wife was in another room, and that I had already taken Sister Zhao's body tonight; I couldn't
do this in front of my wife. At the same time, I tried to persuade her not to hold me like that, as it would make me impulsive. But no matter
what I said, she wouldn't let go. In desperation, I resorted to a last resort. I told her honestly
, "Sister Zhao, please don't do this. It will make me impulsive, and I'll do the wrong thing."
Like the relentless thunder, she held me tightly, refusing to let go. It was still pitch black all around
, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pleaded with her again, "If you don't let go, I'll really make a mistake!"
Still no response. I issued an ultimatum: "I'll count to three, and then I'm going to start touching you."
Hearing this, I felt her head, resting on my shoulder, sway slightly, but she still didn't let go
. I didn't know if she wasn't letting go or if she wasn't agreeing to me touching her. Without thinking much, I started counting softly: "One,
two... three!"
Actually, I didn't intend to actually touch her, but I clearly felt that because she was genuinely afraid of me touching her, her hand naturally
moved towards her chest. This action made me feel that she was actually guarding against me, and I immediately felt a sense of defeat, a feeling of being rejected
. She had interrupted my lovemaking with my wife, and now she was offering herself to me, yet she wouldn't give in.
A series of thoughts ignited a desire for revenge within me, mixed with the lustful desire of a man for a woman's body
. Driven by this, I longed for her to take the initiative.
This seemed to alleviate my guilt towards my wife. Thinking this, I was
surprised by my own boldness; I began to enjoy the deafening roar, hoping it would intensify!
She was sitting to my left, so I forcefully used my left hand to separate her arm, firmly grasping her breast
through her cotton skirt.
"Ah! I'm just scared, please don't!" she struggled pleadingly, but
the soft "mmm, mmm" sounds from deep within her throat betrayed her insincerity. Now her resistance was merely a
facade. Because we couldn't see each other, I could only feel a hot, panting mouth searching for my face. I followed
the heat and tightly sucked on her lips, exchanging saliva.
My right hand impatiently circled around to Zhao Jie's back, sliding down to her lower body, touching her firm,
full buttocks through her cotton skirt. All struggles were completely abandoned, replaced by Sister Zhao's frantic venting on my back with both hands
. And so, on my living room sofa, we kissed without restraint.
At first, she only moaned softly. We leaned against each other on the sofa, and I pressed my entire body against her. Since
she was on the bottom, my right hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, had to be withdrawn, but it quickly
slipped under the hem of her cotton skirt, reaching the base of her thighs. I touched the disposable paper panties my wife had given her; this was
the first time I had touched the inside of her thighs. I gently ran my middle finger along her delicate thighs, while simultaneously, with my index finger, I inadvertently
touched her private parts through the thin paper.
Women can't resist such probing. She couldn't let my hand do as it pleased, so she actively
clamped my hand between her legs, as if afraid my hand would leave her, and then began to squeeze her legs from side to side, her vulva
rubbing against my hand. Her moans grew louder, though drowned out by the thunder, I still
signaled her to be quiet.
My left hand, still covering her breasts through the soft cotton fabric, actually
gave me a stronger pleasure than if I had directly covered them. I caressed her breasts, which I had already ravaged that night; their elasticity
felt different from when I was at her house earlier. Besides their incredible resilience, they were also softer,
smoother from the cotton fabric, offering a unique sensation.
I moved my body downwards, bending down to lick her erect nipples through her cotton skirt. In the darkness, her
hand awkwardly found my groin, unzipping my pants. My already hard penis felt
the cool release. She stroked it, clearly unsure how to properly care for a man's manhood,
simply gripping it tightly and loosely. Perhaps because I was sucking on her nipple, her breasts
seemed larger and fuller than during my previous encounters.
I felt that my mouth alone wasn't enough to control myself, so I had to use my left hand again, through the cotton skirt
, to squeeze hard towards the center of her breast that I was holding in my mouth . I squeezed and
kneaded it with effort, sometimes using my thumb and forefinger to gently bite and rub her nipple. Her soft breathing turned into heavy breathing. Sister Zhao's sexy voice stimulated my lower body
nerves. I pulled my right hand out from between my legs and searched under the hem of her skirt.
But in the darkness, I couldn't find the elastic band of that annoying disposable panty. Impatiently, I touched
her vulva again. A lot of sticky fluid had already soaked the cotton panty covering her vulva. I couldn't wait any
longer. "Hiss!" Without much force, my hand tore the disposable panty open from the damp part. The sticky pubic
hair covered my hand with fluid.
I bit down hard on her nipples, which were already soaked with saliva beneath her cotton skirt,
and opened my mouth wide enough to take both nipples in. I bit the left one, then the right. The darkness
erased all her shame, and she completely let go, breathing heavily as if she had never been so stimulated.
I was too aroused, and she was probably too excited too, pulling hard on my penis. It hurt so much that I almost cried,
but it was also incredibly stimulating. She tried to lift her hips up, and I groped along
the saliva with my right middle finger, preparing to insert it into her vagina. The moment my finger touched her labia...
She suddenly grabbed my hand with one hand. I knew what she was thinking, and immediately whispered, "Don't worry,
I washed my hands, they're very clean." She then let go of my hand, and just like that, my middle finger was deeply buried
inside her vagina. I turned my palm upwards and began to bend my middle finger repeatedly. I touched the ring-shaped
inner walls of her vagina and started to repeatedly stimulate the G-spot. She seemed to be saying something in her heavy breathing
. I moved my head closer and faintly heard her calling for me to hurry up and enter her body.
I knew it was time, but I still deliberately said, "No, Sister Zhao, I've already made a mistake with you once
, I... I can't." As I spoke, I tried to leave her, but Sister Zhao was already unable to extricate herself.
In a few quick movements, she pulled my pants down to my knees, pushed me down to the other end of the sofa, spread her legs
wide around my waist, and placed one hand on the back of the sofa to steady herself. Then, with her other hand, she found
my erect penis, groped for it, and aimed it at her vulva. She sat down hard, and "plop!"
Because Sister Zhao's vagina was so wet, my penis made a muffled sound when it went in. It felt indescribably
good! This was the first time Sister Zhao had used her hand to guide my penis into her most secret place. Although my wife
had taken her medication and was fast asleep, I was still a little worried. Even though my penis was inside Sister Zhao
's vagina, I was somewhat distracted, letting her move on her own. She probably wasn't satisfied, so she
started moving her body up and down, back and forth, in sync with my thrusts, becoming more
vigorous than usual.
I don't know if it was the darkness or the atmosphere of the storm, but it ignited a more primal wildness within me.
I began to thrust my hips upwards with abandon, each time penetrating deeply, Sister Zhao
's secretions splattered with the impact of our genitals. A few times,
when I went too deep and touched her cervix, she would convulse in pain.
I felt more and more fluid flowing down her buttocks, onto my pubic hair, and then onto
my legs. The stimulation made me thrust even harder. Neither of us needed to speak, nor could we see
each other's wanton expressions. Her movements changed from large to small and rapid, her breathing becoming increasingly indistinct. She
pulled my hand up from under her skirt and placed it on her breast. I knew she was about to climax, so I cooperated by
squeezing it hard, while my penis thrust in and out rapidly.
This was the first time I'd done this, and the novel stimulation quickly made me feel like I couldn't hold back my semen. I signaled to
her that I was going to ejaculate, and then a loud clap of thunder sounded. I vaguely heard her
cry out a few times in her extreme excitement. I didn't care about anything else; I straightened up, pushed her down again, and quickly
buried my penis deep inside her vagina. After two or three seconds, a surge of pleasure erupted, and she twitched a few
times before collapsing limply beneath me.
We remained like that for a few minutes, I kissing her face, while she remained limp on the sofa, unable to recover
. I got up, went to the bathroom by memory, found the toilet paper, and returned to the living room. I
easily reached the sofa; Zhao Jie's constant breathing in the darkness told me her location
. She couldn't move, nor did she want to. I used the toilet paper to thoroughly clean my lower body, legs, and pubic hair,
then sat down on the sofa.
Feeling her body, which I was already familiar with after several encounters, I found her private parts, wiped them
clean, and then helped her to the bedroom, placing her next to my wife. I was worried and gently called my
wife's name a few times, but she remained fast asleep and didn't answer. Only then did I return to the living room to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning, past 8 a.m., which startled me. I usually sleep
in late, but today was an exception. I wanted to get up early to check on the mess I'd made the night before. As I looked
around the sofa, the area around where we'd been so carefree last night was spotless. Oh, look at those torn
underwear! I was about to check the trash can when I saw Sister Zhao already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen
. It seemed she'd gotten up earlier than me and cleaned up the mess. "What a thoughtful woman!" I smiled knowingly
.
Sister Zhao seemed a little embarrassed to see me watching her from the kitchen doorway, avoiding direct eye
contact. Her face was noticeably flushed—the most alluring quality a woman can have. It reminded me of
the early days of living with my wife, that feeling I had every morning with her. Heh, I can't think about it anymore, I'm getting "erect" again
. I'd better go check on my wife.
I went back to the bedroom. My wife was still fast asleep in bed. I chuckled to myself. Then
I heard Sister Zhao come to the door and call my wife to get up for breakfast. After my wife washed up, the three of us ate
breakfast together. Sister Zhao and my wife chatted and laughed, making small talk. I noticed her glancing at me every now and then, her eyes filled
with happiness—something she'd never done before. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. Suddenly, my wife took
her hand and said, "Let's stay a few more days, until the holiday is over. Let Jia know what life is
like without you!" I stopped, waiting for her answer. She looked up at me. My wife thought she was worried...

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