Married woman's best friend

When I first met Minping fifteen years ago, I couldn't deny that I had sexual fantasies about her.
She was petite, about 162cm tall, not voluptuous, yet very attractive to me.
She had long, flowing black hair, an oval face, captivating eyes, and slightly full, alluring lips. She was the kind of woman who grew more attractive the longer you looked at her, becoming even more alluring with time.
Although I genuinely liked her, I've forgotten why I never pursued her.
We eventually became good friends, and more than ten years have passed since then. We've both gotten married in recent years; she has a three-year-old child. Even
after marriage, we've maintained contact, mainly through text messages, sometimes having lunch together, and of course, sometimes the husbands and wives meet up for meals.
We also confide in each other about our family problems.
However, despite knowing each other for so many years, we haven't had any intimate physical contact, at most a couple of hugs—just polite, light embraces.
One evening, she sent me a text message while I was in my study working.
It was almost time, so I started chatting with her. She said she had just showered but couldn't sleep. After
a while, I asked about her husband, and she sent a frustrated emoji, saying he was already fast asleep.
Then she asked me if men always did this after sex, satisfying themselves and leaving their wives bored and sleepless.
I hadn't expected her to bring up such a private matter, so I carefully replied, "Sometimes it really is quite tiring, since men have more physical activity!"
After a pause, I added that, in my own experience, I'm usually still very excited afterward, which makes it harder to fall asleep.
And so, we started talking about a topic we'd never discussed before: "sex."
After a while, she suddenly asked an unrelated question: "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
Looking at her question, I answered directly, "Yes, it's been a long time."
She didn't reply. I waited fifteen minutes, wondering if I'd scared her, and considering whether to call her, when the doorbell rang.
It was already past eleven, quite late. I went to check and was surprised to find her at the door. Had she come over to yell at me in anger?
I opened the door, and she stood before me, gently embracing me. She whispered in my ear, "So, do you want to make love to me now?"
Actually, I was already aroused while we were talking about sex, and although I'd calmed down, my immediate reaction to her question was, "Of course!"
She looked at me and said that besides her husband, she had never made love to another man. She concluded simply, "I hope this will be an unforgettable experience."
I pulled her inside, closed the door, and then confidently told her, "You definitely won't be disappointed."
I pulled her into my arms and lowered my head to kiss her lips—those red lips I'd longed to kiss for years.
My first sensation was their softness; her lips were slightly moist, and I felt some lip balm on them.
Her petite body felt incredibly delicate in my rather tall embrace, and I instinctively held her even tighter, beginning to suckle her lips.
She was initially a little flustered, but she quickly responded. She hugged my back, and as if igniting a desire that had been brewing in our hearts for years, we stood right behind the door and shared a passionate, wet kiss.
When we separated, she breathed softly and said, "Your bed."
At that moment, I knew exactly what was about to happen. I took her hand and led her to my room.
I picked her up, placed her on the bed, and then got on top of her. I leaned over her and began kissing her again, this time slowly moving to her ears and her neck.
As my tongue began to explore her skin, she let out soft sighs and intermittent moans.
My hands moved over her body, slowly pushing her top higher and higher, revealing her light blue bra. Her skin was delicate and smooth.
As I explored, my fingers slipped under her bra, touching her already erect nipples. I pinched those little cherries between my fingers and gently rubbed them.
With my other hand, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She gently lifted her upper body, and then I removed her top and bra.
Her breasts were beautiful, two small mounds topped with light brown nipples. Her areolas weren't large, and under my teasing, they now resembled shrunken raisins, making them incredibly tempting.
I swallowed, and both hands also touched her breasts, kneading them lovingly. My mouth was then lured to her nipples.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked on it.
Seeing my intoxicated state, her expression was a mixture of shyness and pride, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
I wasn't in a hurry; I slowly savored and tasted her tender breasts.
After a while, my tongue began to move south, gently licking and kissing her lower abdomen, while simultaneously unfastening her close-fitting trousers.
I knelt up and pulled off her trousers. At that moment, I knew how lucky I was, because I saw more of her skin.
Her panties and bra were a matching set, both light blue with white stripes.
I took a pillow and placed it under her waist, and she obediently cooperated.
I parted her legs slightly and lowered my head to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
As I sucked, I smelled the shower gel on her skin, along with a musky scent emanating from her genitals. On her panties, I could clearly see a wet spot.
My hand wandered over her panties, feeling them while imagining what lay beneath. Stimulated by sight, smell, and touch, my penis was already hard and throbbing.
I knelt up again, closed her legs, and pulled down her panties. As her panties were removed, it seemed to me that she slowly parted her legs.
Then, I saw her beautiful, light brown genitals, like her breasts.
My penis trembled involuntarily a few times. I reached out with slightly trembling hands and parted her labia, which were larger than normal, revealing a large patch of wet, tender flesh inside, and an enticing little clitoris. As if
hypnotized, I lowered my head and took that clitoris into my mouth. She let out a soft moan, and her parted legs trembled.
"Ah...it's dirty there...don't kiss...no...don't..." she said, her legs suddenly closing tightly, clamping my head
between them. She said no, but I didn't stop. Under the teasing of my tongue, after her little clitoris had been a few times, she was powerless to stop me.
It seemed that her private parts had never been kissed like this before.
So, my mouth and tongue began to give her an experience she had never had before. I would sometimes suck on her labia, sometimes tease her clitoris, and her body would writhe like a snake.
When I slid my tongue into her vagina, she, lying on the bed, could only moan softly and keep her legs tightly clamped around me. She was completely overwhelmed by my desire and at my mercy.
It must be said that her beautiful and alluring private parts had never been explored like this before; it was such a waste of her natural beauty.
When my mouth moved back to her clitoris, my fingers gently parted the tender flesh around it, revealing more of the clitoris.
The moans, which had subsided somewhat after my tongue withdrew, suddenly rose to a high pitch and became long when my tongue touched her clitoris.
Her body curled up like a shrimp and fell back onto the bed. Her hands grabbed my head, unsure whether she wanted me to continue or stop.
Of course, I didn't stop there. At the same time, my hand touched her vulva, and a finger easily slid into her wet and hot honey pot.
Under my double assault, her moans and gasps rose and fell, sometimes hurried, sometimes plaintive.
At this moment, her hands were buried deep in my hair, gripping my head tightly, and her lower body was constantly thrusting, responding to my fingers inside her and my vulva.
I knew she was extremely excited. Even so excited that she was about to climax at any moment.
Suddenly, she started to push my hands away instead of holding them. Because I hadn't expected it, and because she was quite strong, I was pushed away.
She looked at me breathlessly, as if she couldn't breathe: "Too sensitive...you've made my body too sensitive."
She paused, took a deep breath, and then looked at me with a playful look, chuckling.
She sat up and whispered in my ear, "I never imagined that kissing me like this would feel so good."
"But, this is the first time like this with you... I don't want you to use your hands or mouth..." With that, she pushed me down onto the bed, so I was lying on my back. She began to undress me, and with my cooperation, we were soon naked, my penis erect and pointing skyward.
She then straddled me, her body visibly sensitive, trembling slightly.
Then, I felt my penis touch her wet, slippery vulva; the cool, slippery sensation made it even harder.
She began to move her lower body, our genitals rubbing against each other, and I sighed with pleasure.
As she rubbed against me, my penis was soon completely wet with her fluids.
From the moment she straddled me, our eyes remained locked on each other.
The desire in my eyes was direct and burning, because her initially provocative gaze slowly softened into a shy, alluring look.
Finally, as I anticipated, she reached between her legs and grasped my penis. Then, I felt it slide against soft flesh, and her lower body began to sink, my burning penis sinking into her wet, warm vagina.
She gently bit her lip and moaned softly, but didn't stop, until my penis was completely swallowed inside her, our bodies pressed tightly together.
At that moment, countless thoughts flooded my mind. I imagined and felt her labia enveloping the base of my penis—the feeling was so wonderful.
I thought about how lucky I was; after all these years, she was now truly riding on top of me, our genitals united as one.
I thought about so much more… like a dream, yet so real.
Then, when her hand pressed against my chest, I saw the wedding ring on her left ring finger.
I thought of the ring on my finger, and of my wife who was working far away. I wondered if I should be grateful she wasn't home tonight; otherwise, would the story have been different?
Then I thought of her husband, fast asleep at home. I wondered if he was awake, and where his wife was.
I thought of how we had both broken the taboo of morality, my penis deeply buried inside my best friend's mature body, a wife and mother.
I didn't know how our relationship would change, but I knew it would be different from now on.
These thoughts flashed through my mind in a fleeting moment, and I was surprised that I was having such chaotic thoughts.
After my penis was fully inside her, Minping began to move and sway on top of me, her clitoris rubbing against my genitals.
Her breathing became rapid again with her movements.
I took her hands in mine, feeling her wedding ring again, reminding me once more that I was possessing her vagina, which belonged to another man.
This thought made my penis inside Minping even harder and more swollen, and it began to tremble.
I asked Minping, "Do you want to orgasm like this on me?"
She answered breathlessly, "Mmm... I want to..."
After saying that, her rubbing movements became more intense, especially after hearing me say, "Minping, you're such a little slut... I love you to death!"
Under her intense movements, she soon let out a very high-pitched moan, and her body trembled violently.
I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting and tightly gripping my penis, and at the same time, her vaginal fluid gushed out, the slippery, cool water splashing onto my glans and flowing down to my testicles.
She orgasmed, but after a while, after she recovered slightly, she began a new round of movements. Her private parts were so wet that as her body rose and fell, I could see that my penis was covered in her love fluid.
Her two thick labia, like flowers, had gone from budding to full bloom.
She swayed passionately, moaning, "It feels so good... I want you to cum, cum inside me... cum inside my pussy..."
The allure on her face was something I had never seen or imagined before. I never imagined that she, usually so playful yet dignified, would become so passionate and proactive in bed.
If those words excited me even more, what followed almost made me explode.
"You know, even when I'm with my husband, I don't let him just penetrate me directly... Tonight I want you to cum inside me... without a condom..."
Her words were incredibly arousing. Watching her ride me, burning with passion, watching her breasts bounce with her movements...
Her long, flowing hair, slightly disheveled, made me feel even more clearly her tight vagina enveloping my penis. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me instantly.
"Oh my god... I can't hold back..." That was the effect of her magic.
My penis suddenly became very swollen, as if it had increased in size, and then began to throb.
Minping sensed it too; she knew what it meant. She moaned and cried out, "It's amazing, it's gotten bigger...it's so full...shoot inside..."
Before she could finish speaking, my first ejaculation erupted, shooting into her body.
Her movements became more intense, and then I ejaculated a second time.
Then, her body pressed down heavily, pushing my penis even deeper, while her vagina contracted forcefully, and I ejaculated a third time.
I felt all the strength in my body, released in a rush with each ejaculation, under her movements.
My God, Minping was giving me the most intense and excruciating ejaculation pleasure of my life!
Years of pent-up desire and longing were finally released completely with this fiery ejaculation.
Now, my seed will forever remain inside her, and more importantly, I know this is a new beginning, a beginning that may lead somewhere unknown.
However, I believe tonight will be a long night, because neither of us will be too tired to fall asleep after making love.
When I first met Minping fifteen years ago, I couldn't deny that I had sexual fantasies about her.
She was petite, about 162cm tall, not voluptuous, yet very attractive to me.
She had long, flowing black hair, an oval face, captivating eyes, and slightly full, alluring lips. She was the kind of woman who grew more attractive the longer you looked at her, becoming even more alluring with time.
Although I genuinely liked her, I've forgotten why I never pursued her.
We eventually became good friends, and more than ten years have passed since then. We've both gotten married in recent years; she has a three-year-old child. Even
after marriage, we've maintained contact, mainly through text messages, sometimes having lunch together, and of course, sometimes the husbands and wives meet up for meals.
We also confide in each other about our family problems.
However, despite knowing each other for so many years, we haven't had any intimate physical contact, at most a couple of hugs—just polite, light embraces.
One evening, she sent me a text message while I was in my study working.
It was almost time, so I started chatting with her. She said she had just showered but couldn't sleep. After
a while, I asked about her husband, and she sent a frustrated emoji, saying he was already fast asleep.
Then she asked me if men always did this after sex, satisfying themselves and leaving their wives bored and sleepless.
I hadn't expected her to bring up such a private matter, so I carefully replied, "Sometimes it really is quite tiring, since men have more physical activity!"
After a pause, I added that, in my own experience, I'm usually still very excited afterward, which makes it harder to fall asleep.
And so, we started talking about a topic we'd never discussed before: "sex."
After a while, she suddenly asked an unrelated question: "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
Looking at her question, I answered directly, "Yes, it's been a long time."
She didn't reply. I waited fifteen minutes, wondering if I'd scared her, and considering whether to call her, when the doorbell rang.
It was already past eleven, quite late. I went to check and was surprised to find her at the door. Had she come over to yell at me in anger?
I opened the door, and she stood before me, gently embracing me. She whispered in my ear, "So, do you want to make love to me now?"
Actually, I was already aroused while we were talking about sex, and although I'd calmed down, my immediate reaction to her question was, "Of course!"
She looked at me and said that besides her husband, she had never made love to another man. She concluded simply, "I hope this will be an unforgettable experience."
I pulled her inside, closed the door, and then confidently told her, "You definitely won't be disappointed."
I pulled her into my arms and lowered my head to kiss her lips—those red lips I'd longed to kiss for years.
My first sensation was their softness; her lips were slightly moist, and I felt some lip balm on them.
Her petite body felt incredibly delicate in my rather tall embrace, and I instinctively held her even tighter, beginning to suckle her lips.
She was initially a little flustered, but she quickly responded. She hugged my back, and as if igniting a desire that had been brewing in our hearts for years, we stood right behind the door and shared a passionate, wet kiss.
When we separated, she breathed softly and said, "Your bed."
At that moment, I knew exactly what was about to happen. I took her hand and led her to my room.
I picked her up, placed her on the bed, and then got on top of her. I leaned over her and began kissing her again, this time slowly moving to her ears and her neck.
As my tongue began to explore her skin, she let out soft sighs and intermittent moans.
My hands moved over her body, slowly pushing her top higher and higher, revealing her light blue bra. Her skin was delicate and smooth.
As I explored, my fingers slipped under her bra, touching her already erect nipples. I pinched those little cherries between my fingers and gently rubbed them.
With my other hand, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She gently lifted her upper body, and then I removed her top and bra.
Her breasts were beautiful, two small mounds topped with light brown nipples. Her areolas weren't large, and under my teasing, they now resembled shrunken raisins, making them incredibly tempting.
I swallowed, and both hands also touched her breasts, kneading them lovingly. My mouth was then lured to her nipples.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked on it.
Seeing my intoxicated state, her expression was a mixture of shyness and pride, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
I wasn't in a hurry; I slowly savored and tasted her tender breasts.
After a while, my tongue began to move south, gently licking and kissing her lower abdomen, while simultaneously unfastening her close-fitting trousers.
I knelt up and pulled off her trousers. At that moment, I knew how lucky I was, because I saw more of her skin.
Her panties and bra were a matching set, both light blue with white stripes.
I took a pillow and placed it under her waist, and she obediently cooperated.
I parted her legs slightly and lowered my head to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
As I sucked, I smelled the shower gel on her skin, along with a musky scent—the fragrance emanating from her genitals. On her panties, I could clearly see a wet spot.
My hand moved to her panties, feeling them and imagining what lay beneath. Stimulated by sight, smell, and touch, my penis was already hard and throbbing.
I knelt up again, closed her legs, and pulled down her panties. As her panties were removed, she seemed to slowly spread her legs in my eyes.
Then, I saw her beautiful, light brown vulva, like her breasts.
My penis trembled involuntarily. I reached out with slightly trembling hands and parted her larger-than-average labia, revealing a large patch of wet, tender flesh and an enticing clitoris. As if hypnotized, I lowered
my head and took the clitoris into my mouth. She let out a soft moan, and her parted legs trembled.
"Ah...it's dirty there...don't kiss...no...don't..." she said, her legs suddenly closing tightly, clamping my head between them.
She said no, but I didn't stop. With my tongue teasing her, after my fingers had touched her clitoris several times, she was powerless to stop me.
It seemed her private parts had never been kissed like this before.
So, my mouth and tongue began to give her a completely new experience. I would sometimes suck on her labia, sometimes tease her clitoris, and her body would writhe like a snake.
When I slid my tongue into her vagina, she, lying on the bed, could only moan softly and keep her legs tightly clamped around me. She was completely captivated, utterly at my mercy.
It's undeniable that her beautiful, alluring private parts had never been explored like this before; it was such a waste.
As my mouth moved back to her clitoris, my fingers gently parted the tender flesh, revealing more of it.
The moans, which had subsided somewhat after my tongue withdrew, suddenly intensified when it touched her clitoris, rising to a high and drawn-out soprano.
Her body curled up like a shrimp, then collapsed back onto the bed. Her hands gripped my head, unsure whether to continue or stop.
Of course, I didn't stop. At the same time, my hand found her vulva, and a finger easily slipped into her wet, hot honey pot.
Under my double assault, her moans and gasps rose and fell, sometimes hurried, sometimes plaintive.
At this moment, her hands were buried deep in my hair, gripping my head tightly, her lower body thrusting rhythmically, responding to my fingers inside her and the large mouth on her clitoris.
I knew she was extremely excited, perhaps even on the verge of orgasm.
Suddenly, she pulled her hands away from me, and because I hadn't expected it, and because of her considerable strength, I was pushed away.
She looked at me breathlessly, as if she couldn't catch her breath: "It's too sensitive...you've made my body too sensitive."
She paused, took a deep breath, then looked at me with a playful look, seemingly confused, and chuckled.
She sat up and whispered in my ear, "I never thought that kissing me like this would feel so good."
"But, this is the first time with you like this...I don't want you to use your hands or mouth..." Saying this, she pushed me down onto the bed, so that I was lying on my back. She began to undress me, and with my cooperation, we were soon naked, my penis erect and pointing skyward.
She then straddled me, her body visibly sensitive, trembling slightly.
Then, I felt my penis touch her wet, slippery vulva; the cool, slippery sensation made my penis even harder.
She began to move her lower body, our genitals rubbing against each other with her movements, and I sighed with pleasure.
She rubbed against me like that, and soon my penis was completely soaked with her love juice.
Our eyes had been locked on each other ever since she straddled me.
The desire in my eyes was direct and burning, because her initially provocative gaze slowly softened into a shy, alluring look.
Finally, as I waited, she reached between her legs and grasped my penis. Then, I felt it slide against soft flesh, and her lower body began to sink. My hot penis sank into her wet, warm vagina.
She bit her lip and moaned softly, but didn't stop, until my penis was completely swallowed inside her, our bodies pressed tightly together.
At that moment, countless thoughts flooded my mind. I imagined and felt her labia enveloping the base of my penis—the feeling was so wonderful.
I thought about how lucky I was; after all these years, she was now truly riding on top of me, our genitals united as one. And then there were
so many more thoughts… Like a dream, yet so real.
Then, when her hand pressed against my chest, I saw the wedding ring on her left ring finger.
I thought of the ring on my own hand, and of my wife working far away. I wondered if I should be grateful she wasn't home tonight; otherwise, would the story have been different?
I then thought of her husband, fast asleep at home.
I wondered if he was awake, and where his wife was. I thought of how we had both broken the taboo of morality, my penis deeply buried inside my best friend's mature body, a wife and mother.
I didn't know how our relationship would change because of this, but I knew it would be different from now on.
Those thoughts flashed through my mind in a fleeting moment, and I was surprised that I would have such chaotic ideas.
After my penis was fully inside her, Minping began to move and bounce on top of me, her clitoris rubbing against my genitals.
With her movements, her breathing became rapid again.
My hands grasped hers, and the sight of her wedding ring reminded me once more that I was possessing her vagina, which belonged to another man.
This thought made my penis inside Minping even harder and more swollen, trembling violently.
I asked Minping, "Do you want to orgasm like this on me?"
She gasped, "Mmm... I want to..."
After saying that, her rubbing movements became even more intense, especially after I continued, "Minping, you're such a little slut... I love you to death!"
Under such intense movements, she soon let out a high-pitched moan, her body trembling wildly.
I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting, gripping my penis tightly, and at the same time, her vaginal fluid gushed out, the slippery, cool water splashing onto my glans and flowing down to my testicles.
She climaxed, but after a while, once she recovered slightly, she started a new round of movements. Her private parts were so wet that as her body moved, I could see my penis covered in her love juice.
And her two thick labia, like flowers, had gone from being buds to being fully bloomed.
She swayed passionately, moaning, "It feels so good... I want you to cum, cum inside me completely... cum inside my pussy..."
The allure on her face was something I'd never seen or imagined before. I never expected that she, usually so playful yet dignified, would become so passionate and proactive in bed.
If those words only excited me further, what followed almost made me explode.
"You know, even when I'm with my husband, I don't let him just go in... Tonight I want you to cum inside me... without a condom..."
Her words were incredibly arousing. Watching her straddle me, burning with passion, watching her breasts bounce with her movements,
her long, slightly disheveled hair flowing freely, I could feel even more clearly her pussy tightly enveloping my penis. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me instantly.
"Oh my god... I can't hold back..." That was the effect of her magic.
My penis suddenly became very swollen, as if it had increased in size, and then began to throb.
Minping felt it too; she knew what it meant. She moaned and cried out, "It's amazing, it's gotten bigger... it's so full... shoot it in..."
Before she finished speaking, my first ejaculation had already erupted, shooting into her body.
Her movements became more intense, and then I ejaculated a second time.
Then, her body pressed down heavily, causing my penis to penetrate even deeper, while her vagina contracted forcefully, and I ejaculated a third time.
I felt all the strength in my body, under her movements, released in one gulp with my ejaculation.
Oh my god, Minping was giving me the most intense and most violent ejaculation pleasure of my life!
The desire and longing that had been suppressed for so many years were finally completely released with the hot ejaculation.
Now, my seed will forever remain inside her. More importantly, I know this is a new beginning, a beginning from which I have no idea where it will lead.
However, I believe tonight will be a long night, because neither of us will be too tired to fall asleep after making love.

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