My Friend's Busty Wife (Novel)

Su Zongyou is my best friend and an old classmate from elementary school all the way to junior high. Although we went our separate ways after graduating from university, we still keep in touch. We both got married three years ago, and since we're still working hard, we don't plan to have children yet. Both couples are still living as couples.
Because we're neighbors and live close by, we often visit each other after getting married. The two wives have become so familiar with each other that they treat each other like family. Sometimes his wife cooks some delicious dishes and invites us over for dinner; sometimes my wife, Azhen, makes some snacks and brings some over for them to try.
Su Zongyou's wife is named Yanqin. She has an exceptionally exaggerated figure, with a curvaceous bust and buttocks, especially her breasts, which can only be described as "masturbated." Judging by sight, they are at least a 36F or larger. The number of lecherous glances she attracts on the street is definitely second to none. She had long, shoulder-length hair, a pointed chin, and arched eyebrows. When she smiled, her friends said she resembled the mainland actress Gong Li.
Occasionally, during casual conversations, the two couples would drift into suggestive topics, and Yanqin's large breasts were often the subject of our banter. Privately, I even joked with Zongyou, "Hehe, your wife's breasts are truly exquisite. If I had the chance to touch them, it would be an eye-opener!" Every time I said this, Zongyou would jokingly reply, "Isn't your wife's waist also incredibly alluring? Sometimes, thinking about you two making love in bed, with Ah Zhen's slender waist swaying below, I have to say, my penis immediately gets hard! Haha..." Although we were close, none of us took these playful banter seriously, and no one would be foolish enough to tell their wives directly. Honestly, when I heard other men praising my wife, even with a hint of ambiguity in their words, I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.
But recently, I've started to notice my wife's behavior has become a bit strange. One or two days a week, she doesn't come home until almost dawn, and she doesn't answer her phone. When she does come home, she rushes into the bathroom to shower without even changing her clothes.
She says she went to karaoke with her girlfriends, and maybe the noise was too loud for her to hear her phone ringing, and she was exhausted after a long night out, so she just wanted to shower and go to bed. I didn't take her explanation too seriously; after all, having a social life isn't a bad thing. But I just couldn't understand it. She's always gotten even the titles of popular songs wrong, so why would she suddenly be interested
in karaoke? Gradually, rumors started to reach my ears. A friend said they saw my wife and Zongyou shopping together, acting very intimately. Soon after, someone else came to report that they saw them holding hands as they walked out of a hotel catering to couples.
I gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. Although I tried to reassure myself that they had mistaken me for someone else, I couldn't help but go to Zongyou's house one night when my wife went out to karaoke to ask her for confirmation.
As expected, Zongyou wasn't home; only his wife, Yanqin, was watching TV. I told her all the rumors I'd gathered. At first, Yanqin thought I was overthinking it, suspecting her husband and my wife of having an affair. But when I listed the times Ah Zhen had been going to karaoke all night in the past few weeks, which coincided with the days Zongyou had been working overtime at the company until dawn, she had to re-evaluate her own fidelity.
I couldn't believe my wife, married for only three years, had fallen for someone so quickly; it was indescribable.
Yanqin was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Did Zongyou tell you he's going to Singapore for a three-day business trip the day after tomorrow?" My mind went blank for a moment, and I stared at her wide-eyed. "What? Ah Zhen just signed up for a three-day trip to Singapore with her group of girlfriends, also leaving the day after tomorrow!" Everything was too coincidental. Every clue pointed to the fact that my best friend had already slept with my wife. It seemed the rumors weren't unfounded. A vision gradually formed in my mind: a pair of adulterers making love in bed. Zongyou held my wife's buttocks, fulfilling his husbandly duties, thrusting his thick penis forcefully into her vagina, while my lovely wife swayed her slender waist before him, welcoming the wanton defilement of her husband's friend.
I could even imagine that when they both reached orgasm, Zongyou would ejaculate deep into my wife's vagina without any hesitation, because he knew that I, like him, was temporarily not having children for the sake of my career, and therefore both of our wives were taking birth control pills, so even if he ejaculated, there would be no worries.
Perhaps Yanqin was also thinking of a similar scenario at this moment. Although she remained silent, a tear was clearly glistening in her eyes. I sat down next to Yanqin and hugged her to show my sympathy and comfort. She tightly grasped one of my hands and nestled against my chest. The two people in the same boat saw each other as a pillar of support, like drowning people suddenly grabbing a straw.
That night, Yanqin and I spent our time feeling helpless, speechless, and frustrated. Looking at her large breasts, which heaved with anger, I was overwhelmed with emotion. My own wife's small breasts had been squeezed and kneaded by Zongyou countless times, but his wife's enormous breasts were right in front of me, and I could only admire them without being able to touch them. Heaven was so unfair to me! Two
more days passed quickly. At noon, my wife wouldn't let me take her to the airport, saying that she would meet up with her girlfriends first before we set off together. I pretended to be understanding and didn't insist. I casually saw her into a taxi and then went home.
Sitting listlessly in the living room, I started rambling on, my mind racing with thoughts. My heart was restless and agitated. One moment my mind was filled with images of my wife and best friend passionately entwined in bed, the next with Yanqin's heaving breasts… Whether it was the strange stimulation of my wife's infidelity or the irresistible allure of my friend's wife's large breasts, without realizing it, my penis became erect.
A filthy thought slowly formed in my mind: Zongyou, since you slept with my wife, then I'll make sure your wife's womb receives the baptism of my semen! Only in this way can I erase my shame, only in this way can I extinguish my lust, only in this way can we be even!
I rang Zongyou's doorbell next door. Yanqin opened the door as usual to welcome me in. Perhaps we both knew that the other's spouse was currently embracing and going on vacation, and we could even imagine that tonight in a hotel bed in Singapore, the two of us would be inseparable. Yanqin and I both looked a little awkward, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding mentioning what had happened that day.
Yanqin brought me a cup of fragrant tea and asked me to sit down while I drank. She then sat down on another chair and silently watched TV with me. The plot on the screen didn't register with me at all; my mind was filled with images of two naked worms performing a pornographic scene. How many times would they have sex in these three days? At least four or five times, maybe more, six? Or seven? I believe that the adulterous couple would only go home satisfied when my wife's vagina was filled with Zongyou's semen.
The lewd fantasies in my mind were making my blood boil, and my little brother began to rise. I glanced at Yanqin; her proud breasts looked even bigger from the side, making my lower body even more aroused. I stood up and stood behind her, holding her shoulders, and asked, "Qin, Zongyou isn't home. Don't you feel lonely all alone?" I deliberately said this in a provocative way, hitting the nail on the head. First, to drive a wedge between her and Zongyou, and second, to make Yanqin resent her husband for cheating on her with my wife. If this made her want to retaliate, she might cheat on me and have an affair with me too, then I could take advantage of the situation and fulfill my long-cherished wish.
Yanqin turned around and smiled, saying, "Men prioritize their careers. Being busy at work means your boss values him! Besides, I'm used to being home alone. Watching TV and surfing the internet kills the time." Seeing that she was still unwilling to face reality, I tried to stir up her sore spot with my words: "Well, of course your husband is busy! He has to take care of work during the day and be intimate with my wife at night!" As I spoke, my hands reached down and down, gradually approaching her large breasts.
Touching a raw nerve, Yanqin's face immediately darkened. She murmured, "You men are so fickle! If I'd known Zongyou was such a womanizer, I would never have married him!" The lingering trauma made her completely unaware that my hands were already pressed against her two heaving breasts.
"Heh heh! If I hadn't married him, wouldn't I have had a chance?" Without another word, I lifted her skirt, my ten fingers immediately gripping her large breasts, wantonly playing with them in my palms.
Yanqin was wearing a blue knee-length dress today, which I had now lifted up to her neck, completely exposing her white bra embroidered with light blue lace flowers. Her breasts were unbelievably large; I could only grasp half of them with my entire hand. So, while vigorously kneading her breasts, I pushed the bra down, freeing them from its confinement, allowing me to fondle them at will.
"No...don't do this...let go..." Yanqin said, twisting her body from side to side, trying to get rid of my hands. But judging from the strength of her struggle and her expression, I knew that this resistance was just an instinctive act of modesty. She wasn't actually disgusted; I guessed she was even quite looking forward to it. Once a woman's jealousy erupts, who knows what kind of revenge she will take against her unfaithful husband.
I cupped her large breasts and rubbed them left and right, occasionally pinching and twisting her nipples with my fingers. Yanqin was aroused by my teasing and began to get restless, moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm..." Her buttocks swayed uncontrollably on the chair, so much so that the crotch of her underwear was pulled to one side, stuck on the side of her labia majora, her entire vulva exposed without her realizing it.
Gradually, Yanqin finally succumbed to my "five-finger kung fu," ceasing her futile struggles and even automatically thrusting her breasts forward for me to manipulate at will. Her hazy, seductive eyes gleamed with lust, and her grape-sized nipples hardened and protruded. My best friend's wife had abandoned all concerns about infidelity. Now that her two large breasts were in my grasp, it seemed I could take the next step.
As I continued to caress her breasts, I moved around to her side, preparing for my next move. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stood still, she impatiently reached out to remove my shirt.

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