Graduate students are having a blast

My girlfriend and I were college classmates and recently got married. We both graduated with master's degrees. We met in our freshman year, but we weren't in the same major or department.
Later, we both got into the same university for graduate school, again in different departments.
After the graduate school semester started, one of the new students in my girlfriend's department was a beautiful girl from another university. This girl is the protagonist of this story. Because she and my girlfriend were classmates, they became close friends. This is the stunning beauty I later longed for, and finally had my way with several times.
Our university is located in a city in North China, a university that's neither too good nor too bad. My girlfriend's graduate advisor was a department head, and coincidentally, this girl also applied to work for that same advisor. So, my girlfriend and she gradually grew closer. Of course, I didn't know her at first, but my girlfriend often talked about her, saying she was quite pretty, often liked by the advisor, and frequently spent time in the advisor's office.
Later, as time went on, since we were both from the same university, I gradually got to know this girl too.
I remember the first time I met this girl was when I was with my girlfriend. She immediately said, "Wow, she's quite handsome!" I'm not a very outgoing person, even a bit introverted, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
At that time, I also had a pretty good impression of her. She was indeed quite pretty, with a good figure, around 160cm tall, neither too thin nor too fat, and a pair of large breasts, easily a D cup, no smaller than my girlfriend's. Her style was decent, but not overly sexy; somewhere between sexy and innocent.
I've always considered myself to be 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 her looks are average, maybe a 5 or 6 out of 10, and she's on the heavier side.
Besides her full breasts (D cup), her other features, such as her waist, legs, and hips, aren't particularly outstanding.
So, since meeting this girl, I've paid a lot 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, for fear of making her jealous or suspicious.
I learned from my girlfriend that she was also from this city (my girlfriend and I are also from this city), and that she had a boyfriend, a high school classmate, who was now pursuing a master's degree in another city in the north.
For a while, I had a good impression of her and didn't have any malicious thoughts or prejudices.
However, as time went on and things developed, my attitude and opinion of her slowly began to change.
There were two main reasons for this change:
First, I discovered that her relationship with her supervisor was quite unusual. Whenever she had free time, she would frequently go to the professor's office. Although her supervisor was a leader, he liked to have fun and wasn't the kind of workaholic who was always doing administration, research, or trying to get promoted and make money.
My girlfriend told me that sometimes the professor wouldn't go home at night and would stay at the university (the university provides lounges for department leaders). This woman would occasionally come to the professor's office in the evenings to chat, and besides chatting, they would often play pool together, go out to eat, and so on.
On several occasions, the professor even took her with him on business trips, ostensibly for academic exchange and learning.
Gradually, my girlfriend mentioned that rumors were circulating among her classmates that she had an affair with her professor, who was reportedly experiencing marital problems and living in a long-term state of separation and cold war with his wife.
From that point on, I began to view her differently, believing she wasn't a pure girl but a promiscuous and wanton woman. After that, I frequently fantasized about her, imagining her as my woman, being able to hug and kiss her, and even have sex with her.
Of course, we inevitably met up, 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 view of her, stemmed from something that made me very depressed and angry.
One time, I discovered that my girlfriend had recently added a male friend on QQ who had been frequently contacting her for the past few days.
Naturally, I asked 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 she just give her QQ number to a guy for no reason? My girlfriend said this guy was her (the female protagonist of this story) college classmate, and he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, so she insisted that I (the female protagonist of this story) introduce him to one of her current classmates.
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 be like 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 meet that guy either, but since he added her as a friend, she could

n't 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 vented in reality, so I often fantasized about conquering her in bed, fucking her until she was completely submissive, making her give me oral sex, and ejaculating my semen into her vagina and on her face, as a way to vent my resentment.
Of course, as everyone knows, this was merely wishful thinking and fantasy on my part, and it was unlikely to ever come true.
But as time went on, and as I fantasized more and more, I increasingly felt that perhaps it was possible.
During this period, I saw her upload artistic photos of herself and her boyfriend on her social media several times. Some of the photos even showed her dressed very sexily, wearing black stockings and a short skirt.
Whenever 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 had almost passed. By this time, my girlfriend and she had become best friends, and I had inevitably become more familiar with each other as well. 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 my fantasy 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 didn't mind, because she knew she had a boyfriend and that they were best friends.
Over time, my relationship with this woman became more familiar. I noticed she wasn't as polite to me as before, but rather showed her true self. I played along, often talking to her about things like dressing up, clothes, and body shape, and frequently discussing everyday life. I even complimented my girlfriend's good looks when she wasn't around, saying her boyfriend was lucky.
She probably sensed my affection for her (although I felt this affection wasn't genuine romantic 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 her eyes during our conversations and meetings.
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 there was no romantic relationship between her and the professor.
My girlfriend still contacted her frequently, occasionally having meals together. Her boyfriend, around this time, also graduated from another city and returned to work in this city.
Gradually, I decided to put my plan into action, but now she and her boyfriend are living together in a small one-bedroom apartment, which is an unused house in her boyfriend's family home.
This made me hesitant to make a move, since they lived together. Whether I asked her out or contacted her through QQ or WeChat, her boyfriend could easily find out.
One summer day in 2013, the opportunity finally arrived. Although I was completely unprepared, the result was very satisfying—no, it exceeded my expectations.
Around June 2013, my girlfriend married a mutual classmate (a graduate student from their department). 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 find the time. So, she asked me to take a red envelope to the wedding banquet (I'm currently a freelancer). 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 come 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.
During the banquet, I hadn't drunk any alcohol 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 felt at that moment; I was even afraid it would affect my driving.
I tried to calm myself down and drove slowly.
Then, I tried to be brave and bold, and started chatting with her. First, I complimented her on how beautiful and sexy she looked, 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 my feelings for her. Because she'd had a few drinks, she wasn't embarrassed by what I said. Instead, she said 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 and continued with even more ambiguous things. I said, "My wife can't compare to you in any way. You're my dream girl..." As I spoke, I noticed her expression turn awkward for a moment. It turned out she'd seen a box of condoms in the car. I secretly thought, "Perfect for this to 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 directly, but instead said, "You pervert."
At this point, I thought I'd achieved my goal. If she was smart, she should know what I was thinking... 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, "Then you should go back and rest."
At that moment, I desperately wanted her to invite me to their house, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I could only leave the rest of the story to her.
Sure enough, my words on the way hadn't been in vain. She looked at me with a suggestive smile and said, "Come on, come upstairs with me for a drink of water. Sit down for a bit. Otherwise, if XY (my girlfriend's name) finds out, she'll 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 off her clothes 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 do anything too outrageous.
I thought to myself, since she brought me upstairs, it means she already has 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, could I? As I was thinking this, she asked me to sit on the living room sofa for a while; she needed to use the restroom.
That's when it suddenly occurred to me that I could go to their bedroom. The atmosphere would be different in a different room, making it easier to make my 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 did you come to my bedroom uninvited? I was still staring at the clothes on the rack when she came in."
She was grinning mischievously, but I couldn't control myself. I quickly hugged her. She resisted slightly, and I felt the warmth of her two large breasts. I started kissing her, my hands groping her haphazardly, trembling as I told her about my desire for her body.
She stopped resisting and looked at me with a slightly aroused smile, teasingly saying, "You stinky men, when you see a beautiful woman like me, you can't wait to possess her body, can you?"
After I calmed down a bit, I asked her to have sex. She disagreed, saying it definitely wouldn't work at home, as her boyfriend would probably be home from work soon, and we should arrange a different place another day.
At this point, I was 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 come with your mouth?" (I didn't directly say oral sex, not knowing if she would be angry if I asked that). She actually smiled and agreed, which was expected, since 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 our first time!
So I pinned her down on the bed, unzipped my pants, and exposed my big cock. I first rubbed it against her breasts through her clothes, which almost made me ejaculate. Then I put it to her mouth, and I was surprised how skilled this little slut was, much better than my girlfriend.
About ten minutes later, I said I was going to ejaculate, and she immediately spat my penis out, telling me to go to the bathroom and do it myself. I didn't force her, so I went to the bathroom and did it myself.
After we were done, she said, "You should go now, we can meet up again sometime." I looked at my watch; it was almost five o'clock.
Since then, we've met up three 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 had real sex with a woman other than my girlfriend; we did it three times in three hours.
The second time was after we had planned to go to a nearby coastal city for two days. 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 going on a business trip. We spent two nights and one day together that time. I remember doing it five times on the first night and three times on the second night.
My girlfriend and I usually only have sex every two to 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) are still unaware, as we're both very cautious.
However, the last time, she said that after marriage she would be responsible for her family and probably wouldn't do this anymore.

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