Friend's new house, having sex with his wife

In Shenzhen, people come and go, and everyone seems to be just a fleeting passerby. No one cares what you do, and you don't need to take things too seriously.

That day, I received a call from my classmate Wang Naifang. He said he and his girlfriend had just moved into a secondhand apartment a few days ago after taking out a mortgage, and they were getting married soon. He invited me over for a get-together this weekend. Friendships with classmates need to be maintained because they give you a precious sense of home in this indifferent city.

Naifang is my college classmate. He's tall, straightforward, and while his looks aren't exceptional, he loves fitness and is quite the fit guy. We get along very well and were very close friends in college, living and eating together for four years. Even more precious is that we both ended up in the same city after graduation. We cherish our friendship, even though we live three or four hours apart by car, and we often get together when we have time.

However, a few months ago, he found a girlfriend. He proudly said she was a rich and beautiful woman. I thought he was exaggerating, but I hadn't seen him at all in the past few months. Every time we contacted each other, he said he was busy with friends. I never imagined this guy would now have both wealth and a beautiful woman—a wife and a house. I went there after get off work on Friday, at Naifang's request; he said I could spend the weekend at his place. I finally saw Naifang at 7:30 pm. I hadn't seen him for months; he'd lost weight, but he was radiant, clearly doing well. He greeted me warmly, patting and slapping me affectionately. I deliberately avoided talking about his house purchase, saying things like, "Did you sell yourself? You look so haggard." He joked around again. On the way to his house, he told me about the house purchase. Apparently, his girlfriend's family paid the down payment, and they were sharing the mortgage. He pretended to be deep, talking about the pressure, etc. I said he was being hypocritical, and he pretended to be modest, quite pleased with himself. I asked about his girlfriend, and he said he met her online, she's a year younger than him, a local, and works at a nearby bank. He kept bragging about how beautiful and understanding she was, and I teased him, saying, "Is your current physique thanks to her?" He just chuckled sheepishly.

Naifang's home was in a newly developed upscale residential area, surrounded by high-rise buildings, complete with gardens, swimming pools, gyms, and lush greenery. The complex was enormous; I followed him, feeling a bit dizzy, for quite a while before finally arriving at his place. He lived on the 24th floor. Entering the apartment, I couldn't help but feel envious. It was a large three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with a bar and a study, fully equipped with all the necessary appliances. Although it was a second-hand apartment, the previous owner had never lived there before transferring it to them. I finally expressed my sincere envy and congratulations to him. He was delighted, bustling around pouring tea and fetching fruit. Only then did I realize he was home alone, so I asked him where his girlfriend was. She said she had gone to buy groceries and would be back soon. Naifang showed me around his apartment, and I kept praising it, these compliments coming from the bottom of my heart. I was happy for my good friend who had found a wife and bought a house.

Soon the doorbell rang. I guessed it was the lady of the house returning, so I quickly followed Naifang back to the living room to open the door. A young woman in flowing white entered. The woman was tall, with long, flowing hair, wearing a long dress and high heels, and was about my height. My first impression was that she was exceptionally fair-skinned. Without taking a closer look, I quickly stood up and greeted her. The woman handed me the bags Naifang was carrying, smiling and saying hello, "Hello, hello, welcome to our home," and so on.

Only then did I get a clear look at her face: almond-shaped eyes, long eyebrows, a high nose, a pointed chin, a prominent black mole on the right side of her moderately sized mouth, and a V-shaped face popular in the cosmetic surgery world. However, some dark circles under her eyes made her look a little tired. We talked and looked each other over. I felt that Naifang wasn't exaggerating, but she wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined based on his description. However, she was more than a good match for Naifang.

She seemed a little embarrassed when I looked at her. When Naifang asked her what she had bought, she turned to Naifang, trying to hide her embarrassment, and then they went into the kitchen. I heard the sound of hands being washed, and then she returned to the living room smiling. As she walked towards me, she said, "Naifang often talks about you; you're his best friend. It's great to see you! You should come often."

She refilled my teacup, and I half-stood up to pick it up and reciprocate. Naifang was still in the kitchen. I'm a bit tongue-tied in front of strangers, unsure what to say, just repeatedly saying thank you and hoping Naifang would come quickly. While getting the water, I caught a glimpse of her legs—a pair of straight, slender, pale legs, smooth and delicate skin, appearing even more tender in the light. I was momentarily stunned, but then realized it was impolite, so I quickly recovered and continued saying thank you. As I spoke, I wondered if the hostess had noticed my disrespect, and I felt a little embarrassed. Thankfully, Naifang came over. He said, "Make yourself at home here. There's a TV and a computer, and lots of books in the study. You love reading, so you can go there and read. Xiaohui and I are going to cook, so we won't keep you company." I said, "Go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me." It was then that I learned her name was Xiaohui; the careless Naifang hadn't told me her name. I wandered around the living room, looking out. It was completely dark outside, brightly lit. Looking out the window, I saw a fountain surrounded by lights, and people strolling slowly along the tree-lined path—a picture of abundance and tranquility. I couldn't help but sigh, feeling a mix of envy and self-consciousness.

I went into the study. The bookshelves were neatly filled with books. I guessed that, apart from the university textbooks at the bottom of the shelf that belonged to Naifang, the rest were probably Xiaohui's. Naifang had never liked reading, and I couldn't help but smile. I casually picked up a few books, flipped through them, and then put them back without a second thought. As I reached out, I noticed a pink electrical cord sticking out of a cabinet next to the bookshelf. I guessed it was an appliance power cord that hadn't been properly stored, so I opened the cabinet to throw it in. But when I opened the cabinet, what I found surprised me. There weren't many things: a pink stick slightly larger than my thumb, with the power cord on top of it, and a large black stick. I could tell at a glance that the small one was an electric vibrator, and the large one was a plastic dildo. I wasn't surprised Naifang had these things; he's incredibly lecherous. In his sophomore year, he moved out of his dorm to live with his first love, a female freshman. A month later, he broke up with her and moved back in—a completely different person, emaciated and thin, much like he looks now. Back then, we all thought he was just a sentimental fool who couldn't handle the heartbreak. But after graduation, he accidentally told the truth one time: he was exhausted from sex with that freshman. I immediately wondered if she hadn't satisfied him and that's why she dumped him. He reacted strongly, almost breaking off our friendship. I had to apologize profusely to calm him down.

Naifang's lecherous nature remains unchanged, I couldn't help but chuckle. But then I remembered that these things were actually used on Xiaohui, and I felt a surge of excitement. Calming myself, I quickly put the power cords back in, closed the cabinet, and returned to the living room.

Dinner was very lavish, but the alcohol was the main attraction. Xiao Hui had changed her clothes; she was wearing a green sleeveless t-shirt and white tight shorts, her bare, snow-white arms and legs making me almost unable to look. At first, the three of us ate and chatted, talking about our post-graduation situations and our reflections on society. Later, Nai Fang got a little drunk, and the conversation turned to our university days. Things he had almost completely forgotten resurfaced under the influence of alcohol and were embellished by him. Xiao Hui had already finished eating, but she still politely stayed with us, listening to our boasting. Later, unable to join the conversation, she left. Nai Fang usually has a low alcohol tolerance, but at the graduation dinner, he drank five bottles of beer like crazy, ending up foaming at the mouth and we had to carry him back to the dorm. My alcohol tolerance is average, but compared to Nai Fang, I'm a drinking god. Today we were drinking red wine. I don't usually like drinking it because it tastes like a soft drink, but with Xiao Hui there, I didn't dare object. After we finished a bottle of red wine, Naifang, who was in the middle of a lively conversation, started to slur his words. I suggested we call it a day, but he refused. He's the type to brag, especially when drinking, and I'm obviously the best listener.

In a flash, Naifang turned around and swayed as he pulled a bottle of baijiu (Chinese white liquor) from the bar, saying, "Let's drink this." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Are you sure you can handle it? Baijiu?" I immediately regretted my words. You know, drunk people hate it when people tell them they can't drink; the more you tell them they can't, the more they drink, and the more drunk they get. Naifang was clearly in that state. I felt a little helpless; Naifang had already opened the bottle and poured himself some wine. I knew I couldn't escape it today. At that moment, I felt a throbbing in my lower body, and with the urge to urinate and the stimulation of alcohol, my penis actually became erect. I had to go to the bathroom. As I stood up, I realized that red wine is still alcohol, and my body swayed slightly. Thankfully, it wasn't serious; I was still quite conscious. When I entered the bathroom, the urge to urinate became even stronger. The light inside was on. I went in and, without looking up, unzipped my pants and pulled out my big penis.

I let out a long, comfortable sigh of relief after the release.

Suddenly, there was a noise beside me. I turned around and was so frightened that I lost all my drunkenness and my soul almost left my body. I saw Xiaohui standing under the showerhead. Xiaohui was standing there, still dressed, apparently about to take a shower. She was holding a towel, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring intently at my penis. When she realized I had noticed her, she screamed, grabbed the towel to cover her eyes, and then abruptly turned her back. At that moment, I was filled with dread. How could this happen to me? I was so embarrassed. I quickly shoved my penis back in and fled the bathroom.

Naifang was waiting for me, her eyes half-closed. She must have heard Xiaohui's scream. She asked, slurring her words, what was wrong. I said I didn't know. Naifang called out loudly for Xiaohui, and she came out. I was both ashamed and scared, terrified that Xiaohui would tell me what had just happened. Thankfully, Xiaohui, her face flushed, said, "There was a big cockroach in the kitchen. It scared me to death." Naifang, upon hearing this, said, "What are you afraid of? It's just a cockroach. Watch me kill it for you. Where is it? Take me there." He tried to stand up, but he was drunk; he swayed as he stood, then stumbled back down. I blushed and gave Xiaohui a grateful look, then said to Naifang, "I'll go get it. You sit down." I stood up.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. Should I really go kill the cockroach? That cockroach was my damned manhood! But I could only grit my teeth and continue the act. Unexpectedly, Xiaohui smiled at me and said, "Then come here. I wonder if it's run away yet?" She turned and walked towards the kitchen. I had no choice but to follow her into the kitchen. I didn't know what to do. Head down, face flushed, I finally mustered the courage to forget everything and mumbled, "Where's the cockroach?" Xiaohui, blushing, turned back and smiled at me, then loudly said, "It's right there," and walked towards the sink. I looked at her nervously.

The kitchen was quite large, giving me ample space to clearly see Xiaohui's figure as she walked past. Her legs were slender, the upper thighs visible beneath her shorts were flawlessly white, fleshy yet about the same thickness as Naifang's arms at their strongest. Her calf muscles flowed smoothly, their movement graceful and controlled. They were like two slender pillars carved from white jade. Watching her legs move slowly, I realized how narrow-minded and ignorant I had been, focusing only on a woman's breasts. I realized that a woman's legs could also be captivating.

This new discovery made me forget my surroundings; my recently embarrassed lower body began to swell again, fueled by the rounded buttocks supported by her beautiful legs.

Xiaohui, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She bent down, pretending to look around, her protruding buttocks making her legs appear even longer. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard. I heard my own voice tremble. "Did you find it?" Xiaohui leaned forward, slightly panting, and said, "No."

I saw Xiaohui's exposed earlobes after she tied up her long hair; the fiery red color stood out vividly against her white skin. A thought struck me—could it be…? I

dared not think further. In this situation, it was best to leave. I turned and said, "Then let Naifang help you another day, don't worry." I was about to slip away.

Unexpectedly, Xiaohui, as if afraid I'd leave, hurriedly stood up and said urgently, "Wait!" I stopped to look at her; she practically ran over, closing the kitchen door behind me. I watched helplessly as she slowly turned around after closing the door. She looked directly at my chest, her face flushed crimson, her expression complex, the mole at the corner of her mouth seeming so ambiguous. I completely understood. Just as I was about to act, I suddenly remembered Naifang and said in a trembling voice, "Naifang is waiting for me!" She seemed to snap out of her daze as well, turned, opened the door, and went out. A moment later, she returned, took my hand, and led me to the living room.

I was terrified, thinking, "What is this woman trying to do? Is she trying to kill me?" Just as I was thinking this, I left the kitchen, took two steps, and turned around to find Naifang in my sight. I breathed a sigh of relief; Naifang was already slumped over the table, her head resting on her left hand, her right hand still holding a wine glass. I understood. I followed Xiaohui back into the kitchen. The door wasn't even closed. As soon as I entered, I immediately embraced Xiaohui tightly, one arm around her, the other kneading her buttocks. When I slipped my hand into her shorts from behind, Xiaohui seemed expectant and nervous. Her eyes were closed, her breathing rapid, waiting for my movements.

Her round, slippery buttocks were smooth to the touch, full and elastic. The smooth feeling of pinching and grasping her buttocks was exhilarating. Unfortunately, the shorts restricted my movements. Seeing that I couldn't satisfy myself there, I turned my attention to the area between her buttocks. I gently slid my fingers between her labia, my fingertips brushing against her wrinkled anus, gently parting her already open vulva. With a gentle probe, I found her already overflowing with vaginal fluid.

At that moment, Xiaohui shrank back, hugging me even tighter. I was almost having trouble breathing, and just as I was about to struggle, Xiaohui suddenly released me, slipping a hand between my legs. My erection, though already waiting, still unexpectedly swelled.

Xiaohui's small hand gripped my penis tightly, and I gasped, instantly snapping back to reality. I realized time was of the essence; I had to start and end this encounter quickly. I pulled my hand, which had been basking in her tender embrace, from Xiaohui's underwear, and used both hands to pull down her pants. The pants didn't come off completely, but simply slid down to her feet. My erection was now fully revealed.

This wasn't Xiaohui's first encounter with my penis, but she still paused, her lips slightly parted in surprise. Ignoring her reaction, I shoved her against the wall, turning her back to me. She bent over, legs slightly apart, looking exactly like a suspect about to be searched by the police.

And I was the imposing, armed policeman, ready to teach this temptress who had walked right into my trap a lesson.

I half-squatted, my hands caressing the jade-like legs that had just touched me so deeply. The legs were as smooth as I'd imagined, the delicate sensation through my fingertips sending shivers down my spine.

I gripped her thighs with both hands, my fingers meeting. They were so slender! I was surprised and unconsciously exclaimed, "Truly a sexy stunner."

Time was of the essence; I couldn't afford any further movements. I went straight to the point, roughly pulling down her shorts. Unexpectedly, I used too much force and pulled her underwear down as well.

The shorts and underwear were now down to her knees.

I stepped back a little, and saw that her calves were now in a V-shape, her feet straining to point outwards. Her two snow-white thighs were tightly bound by her underwear. Between her two jade pillars and her snow-white buttocks, a large, plump sac of flesh was tightly pressed together. The sac was full and protruding, its cross-section seemingly higher than her already maximally raised buttocks. The sac was brown, and looked somewhat ugly against her snow-white thighs. The vertical folds on the surface of the fleshy bun made the sac appear so full, covered with sparse, messy hairs. A strip of pink flesh ran through the center, vaguely revealing the pink fruit inside, while dewdrops seeping from the crevices glistened exceptionally.

This was a place where purity and filth coexisted, the stark contrast igniting primal bestiality.

I lost my mind, driven only by instinct.

I lifted my penis with one hand and thrust it forcefully into the center of the brown fleshy bun. The protruding sac allowed my penis to slide in completely without any obstruction from my anus. The owner of the sac let out a restrained moan, then jerked its head up before slumping back down limply. I was completely terrified; my lower body temperature instantly rose, feeling as if I were inside a long, narrow furnace, scalded and swelling, almost causing me to ejaculate. My penis remained hidden, hesitant to move immediately. After a while, I adjusted and slowly began to thrust. My penis was completely pulled out, then re-entered, pulled out, and re-entered, repeating this process over and over. Below, there were soft, sputtering sounds; above, moans and groans. Xiaohui and I, oblivious to our surroundings, engaged in unrestrained, animalistic intercourse. Finally, Xiaohui couldn't stand any longer. Her shorts and underwear, constantly tucked into her thighs, were too much for her to bear. I couldn't let her, now lying on the ground, go. I stripped off her shorts and lifted her legs.

The flower before me was no longer a budding flower; after the storm, it was in full bloom.

Seeing the small slit had become a tiny hole, I showed no pity, lifting my penis and pounding it again. Her jade legs swayed up and down on my shoulders, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Finally, Xiaohui's body stiffened, and she fell silent. Ignoring Xiaohui's life or death, I continued my vigorous thrusting. I don't know how much time passed, but finally, I ejaculated, streams of fluid being injected into Xiaohui's body. My body relaxed, and I lay down. My lust had subsided, and I regained my senses. I began to regret what I had done; I had let down my good friend, betrayed his trust in me. But what could I do now? As I left the kitchen, I saw the black mole on the corner of Xiaohui's mouth, and suddenly I felt a clear conscience. "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Naifang was still lying there fast asleep like a dead pig. I sat back down, picked up the bottle, and took a few big gulps. Then I lay down on the sofa, and then I knew nothing more.

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