My wife's German friend

Let me recount that evening. I got home early, but my wife wasn't home yet. I sat on the sofa in the living room, thinking about what I should do if she really brought him home that night. As I was thinking, I heard a car outside. I guessed they were back, so I quickly went into the bedroom, went to the window, and lifted a corner of the green veil to look out. I saw a black luxury car slowly coming to a stop. Once the car was completely stopped, the door opened, and a middle-aged German man got out of the driver's seat. He was tall, neither fat nor thin, wearing a white shirt and a red tie. His blue trousers fluttered slightly in the breeze. He gave off a handsome, elegant, and debonair vibe. He quickly went to the other side of the car, opened the door, and slightly bent over, placing one hand outstretched across the top of the door. I saw my wife, wearing the white dress her company had given her, slowly emerge from the car.

After she got out of the car, she stood there smiling. The man went to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out a large plate of bananas, held it in his left hand, and then reached out with his right hand to take out a bag of bright red apples. He turned around and said something to my wife. They walked lightly into the house. When I saw him, my heart started pounding. I closed the window screen, turned around and went back to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, my heart was pounding. After a while, I heard a soft knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. I saw him and my wife standing in the doorway looking at me. I also looked him over carefully. He had thick, dark eyebrows, was quite young, and his forehead was without a single wrinkle. His complexion was fair with a rosy glow, his sideburns were curly, he had a straight nose, and large blue eyes that shone with a sharp and somewhat uneasy light. My wife pointed at him and said, "This is our General Manager Fu." Then she pointed at me and said, "This is my husband." He heard this, put his legs together, bowed and gave me a Chinese salute, saying, "Brother, hello!" I quickly pulled him up and said, "Hello!" "Come on, come inside!" I stepped aside, and they walked into the house one after the other. I followed them in, turned around and closed the door. Looking back, I saw they were already sitting on the sofa, with bananas and apples on the floor at the head of the sofa. I went to the refrigerator, opened the door, took out some coffee, poured it into a cup, added hot water, and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. I sat down opposite them, thought for a while, and said to him, "My wife told me everything about you two. After listening, he said, 'I will only love her in this life!'" ...My wife listened, gazing at him with deep emotion... He opened his purse, took out a bankbook, and handed it to me with both hands, saying, "Brother, please accept this." I looked at him, puzzled, and saw he was looking at me too, his gaze filled with genuine sincerity. I took it, opened it, and couldn't help but read aloud: One million. Looking up at him, I asked, "This..." He said, "It represents my sincere love for her; it represents my heart." Hearing this, my heart warmed; I felt his sincerity, how truly good he was to my wife. My wife then leaned tightly against him, her hands gripping his... He patted his arm and said, "I believe you now." He continued, "This money is what I saved up for when I was getting married. Now that I have a family, please accept this money, brother. It means you've accepted me." I looked at my wife, whose eyes were filled with longing and pleading. I said loudly, "Okay, I'll take it." My wife's face lit up with a smile. I asked him about his family situation and we chatted casually. Then my wife stood up and said to us, "You two keep talking, I'm going to change my clothes." After she left, I asked him again, "With your good qualities, it would be great to find a girl to marry!" He said, "I don't feel anything for other women, but somehow I just like her. From the first day she joined the company, she captivated me. If I don't see her for a while, I feel lost, like I've lost my soul. Maybe this is fate." Just then, his wife returned, wearing a newly changed, sexy, elastic-fitting mini-skirt made of white gauze that accentuated her rounded hips. Her fair, delicate legs were bare of stockings, and she wore exquisite, translucent slippers adorned with small red flowers. Her long eyelashes were finely drawn and dark, and she wore light lipstick. She wore a thin, almost transparent short-sleeved vest, clearly showing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts, like steamed buns, stood erect, and her beautiful toenails were painted red. She walked gracefully to the sofa and said to him with tenderness, "Come on, let's go to the kitchen to cook." Hearing this, he quickly stood up and said, "I'll go, okay?" At this moment, he also stood up and said, "Brother, I'll go, okay?" "...My wife said reluctantly, 'Let him go!' I sat down again and saw him walking towards the kitchen, his hand touching my wife's buttocks. I sat on the sofa, reached for a book on the table, and pretended to read. Suddenly, a bittersweet feeling of loneliness welled up inside me. I thought, it seems they truly love each other, and it's impossible for my wife to separate from him. What should I do?...Should I back down?...I thought of how much my wife loves me, how good she has been to me in the past. As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes. I tried my best not to let the tears fall, but in the end, I couldn't help it. It was getting dark, and my wife poked her head out of the kitchen and called me to come and eat. I answered and wiped my face a few times to make sure they didn't see that I was crying. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that they had already set out the food and drinks and were sitting at the table waiting for me. The red lights in the kitchen were on, and the whole kitchen was bathed in a red glow." When my wife saw me arrive, she opened the bottle and filled our glasses. Standing at the table, she raised her glass and said, "We're happy today, let's drink to our hearts' content!" We clinked glasses and downed our drinks! My wife then took the bottle and filled our glasses again. We drank, chatted, and ate. After several bottles of wine, my wife, with a charming smile, said to him, "Have a drink with my husband!" He smiled, immediately raised his glass, and said to me, "Brother, I'll drink with you!" I raised my glass and said, "Okay!" We drank our glasses! We clinked glasses and downed our drinks in one gulp. As soon as we sat down, my wife took a sip of her drink, then handed the rest to him, gazing at him affectionately. She said, "You have to finish this too. You can't drink as much as my husband." He took the glass and finished his wife's drink. My wife sat beside him, watching him intently, a satisfied and happy smile on her face. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was pouring, I quickly grabbed the bottle and filled his glass, then mine and my wife's. We sat there, chatting and eating. I noticed their faces were flushed. His eyes were filled with passion as he looked at my wife, and hers were filled with desire as she looked at him. I knew what they were thinking, what they were hoping for, and what they wanted to do! I raised my glass again and said, "Let's finish our drinks. We've had enough. Let's get some rest!" My wife, upon hearing this, reached for the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, put it back, and pushed her own glass towards him, saying, "You should drink it all!" We both finished our drinks. I whispered to him, "You can stay here tonight." He turned to look at my wife, whose face was filled with longing, and tenderly said, "Stay." He then turned to me and said, "Listen to your brother." I got up to go into the bedroom. Just as I stepped out of the kitchen door, it was very dark outside. I groped my way into the bedroom, and behind me I heard his intermittent voice, "Let me... feel around!" I groped my way into the bedroom in the dark, turned on the pale red light, and the room was bathed in a red glow. I spread out the pale green quilt that my wife and I shared, and sat on the bed waiting for them to come in. After a while, he and my wife entered the room. I noticed that my wife's face still had a faint blush that hadn't completely faded, so I said to them, "Go and get some rest!" He said, "I have a habit of taking a bath in the evening; I can't sleep without one!" I then said, "Then go and take a bath!" He sat on the bed, loosened his collar, placed it on the bed, and took off his clothes, revealing his chest with a few hairs. I noticed he was very muscular, with bulging, strong muscles on his chest and arms. Then he took off his stiff trousers, revealing a small white brief. His legs were thick and strong, with dark hair. There was a large bulge in the middle of the brief. My wife sat on a chair by the bed watching. After he went into the bathroom in his brief, my wife said to me, "Why don't you go take a shower too? You can help each other scrub." I thought it made sense, so I quickly took off all my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw him taking a shower, already soaked. When he saw me come in, he quickly stood aside and gave me the showerhead. He stood there scrubbing himself. I went over and started showering myself. It's important to note that our shower is solar-powered, and there's enough hot water for several of us to shower. As I stood in the shower, I observed him, paying particular attention to his penis. It was large, almost the same length as mine when erect, and quite thick. The urethra was large, somewhat blackish, and now limp and drooping. I thought to myself, no wonder those fake penises sold as sex toys are so long and thick—there's a reason! Women should enjoy such large penises to achieve greater satisfaction and pleasure! It's just that Chinese penises aren't that big! That's why they have to be like this! ... After showering for a while, I got damp and went to the side to scrub myself while he continued showering. Once I finished scrubbing my front, only my back remained. Then I heard a soft knock on the door. I asked, "Is something wrong?" My wife softly said from outside, "I've come to scrub you two. Would you like to use it?" Seeing the eager look in his eyes, I said, "Come in!"The door opened, and my wife entered, completely naked. Her skin was as white as jade, smooth and soft, with a rosy blush on her face. Her thighs were covered in fine black hair, and her breasts, like white steamed buns, stood erect. I couldn't help but breathe rapidly. I glanced at him, my eyes fixed on my wife's body. His penis was growing longer and thicker, the tip larger, the cleft deeper, the head curved upwards. I listened to him... I kept swallowing. My wife stood behind me, staring at his thick, long penis, and used her delicate hands to scrub me. I finished, filled with excitement, and it was his turn. He seemed to be suppressing intense excitement, standing with his back to my wife. When my wife's warm hands rubbed his body, he trembled as if electrocuted. I left the bathroom, closed the door, and stood by the door, listening to the sounds inside. I heard him pleadingly say to my wife, "Let me put it in!" I... I couldn't take it.

My wife said, "No, I haven't showered yet! Wait a little longer!" Once we were in bed, it was up to him. He finally finished scrubbing and showering, then reluctantly came out, sighing as he sat there until his clothes dried. We lay naked in bed, my wife lying on her back between us. I touched her soft breasts, my hard penis pressed tightly against her smooth skin. My hand moved, caressing her body, and I inadvertently felt him touching her breasts too. I tried to touch the base of her legs, but my hand touched his; he was also caressing her base. My wife's body began to writhe under his touch, her breathing becoming heavier, and her hand involuntarily tightened around my hard penis. I imagined her other hand was gripping his large penis. A moment later, I heard my wife making soft, sexy "ah, ah" sounds, along with his heavy breathing. He straddled her and thrust his already engorged, purplish-red penis into her. Amid her cries, he thrust for about twenty minutes before ejaculating, his face flushed and mouth agape. I saw her body still writhing. I lay on top of her and thrust my penis into the base of her legs. I was sure I was all the way in, but she was still crying out, "Husband, insert, insert, insert... no, no, not all the way in!" Soon after, I ejaculated too. Sadly, I held my wife and fell asleep. Years later, after much deliberation, I rekindled an affair with a beautiful female classmate I met, but I didn't divorce my wife!

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