My wife's best friend became my long-term sex partner.

Ling is my wife's best friend; they were college classmates. Ling and my wife are not only friends, but also my casual sex partner. I'm also friends with her husband, Feng. In short, the relationship between our two families is quite unusual. We often visit each other's homes, have meals together, or drink tea and play cards at the same place.
Our relationship is ambiguous and hard to define. I won't go into details, but let me tell you about my relationship with Ling. Fellow wolves, please be patient and don't think I'm being long-winded.
I. The Acquaintance:
My child is motherless. Let me start from 2000. I was a sophomore in college, and my current wife and I had already established a relationship. To put it bluntly, I had already succeeded in getting her. Gradually, I also got to know her roommate. Ling lived in the bunk above my wife. The first time I saw her was in the cafeteria at my wife's school. I was stunned. She had a typical Jiangnan (Jiangsu and Zhejiang) look, petite and exquisite, with a great figure. She was curvy in all the right places (I will elaborate on this later). Her skin was fair, and she had a pure and innocent look. She was very cute and gave off a clean and refreshing feeling. A lunch brought us together, and that same lunch led to everything that happened over the next 10 years.
Part Two: Getting to Know Each Other
. Our first meeting made my heart flutter. Having grown up around girls from the North, I finally understood the concept of a "Jiangnan beauty" from books when she appeared. Because I'd become familiar with the auntie guarding the girls' dormitory, I could frequently enter and leave the dormitory. Since I'm a thoughtful man, I had to get lunch for my wife every day, haha. This increased my opportunities to meet and interact with Ling. My wife didn't notice my feelings for Ling, and I didn't overtly express my lewd thoughts, but honestly, I really wanted to take Ling as my concubine. With more connections, we started communicating and interacting, and I gradually learned more about Ling. We often went out to parties, karaoke, and meals with the girls from her dormitory, and Ling and I became friends. I learned she was from Hangzhou, her family wasn't well-off, her parents ran a small business, and she had a younger brother, etc. Occasionally, I would also get some information about Ling from my wife. Because my wife and I were relatively well-off compared to Ling, and my wife was a kind-hearted person, we often indirectly helped Ling without her knowing it, and threats were also approaching her.
Part Three: The Warming of Feelings
It had been over two years since Ling and I met, and then it was the winter of '99. That winter was very cold, and we were about to have our winter break. I remember that during that break, the most talked-about topic was that we would be graduating and doing internships the following year. Graduation was fast approaching, and many people called that year the "breakup year." Couples were everywhere on campus crying and lamenting. My wife and I, however, weren't affected by this, because we had both decided to stay in Beijing, and I had almost secured a job, while my wife's family had found her a stable job. At that time, the entire campus was immersed in the pain of breakups. Just then, Ling encountered a problem: her father was diagnosed with a terminal illness and had to return home immediately. Before this, Ling had told us that she wasn't going home for the Spring Festival because of financial difficulties and wanted to find an internship early to gain experience and increase her income to reduce the burden on her parents. But then came the devastating news: Ling had no friends or boyfriend; her only confidants were my wife and me. My wife asked me to buy Ling's train ticket that evening. I remember it was a very cold day, and it snowed heavily. My wife took the day off for Ling, but since she had classes, the task of taking Ling to the train station fell to me. To be honest, having known Ling for over two years, this was the first time we had spent alone together. At that moment, I had no other thoughts but sadness. I felt so sorry for Ling. I remember clearly taking bus 375 from school to Xizhimen, and then taking the subway from Xizhimen to Beijing Railway Station. Ling didn't say a word the whole way until we arrived at Beijing Railway Station. As we exited the subway, she told me, "I originally wanted to stay in Beijing, but now it seems things might change." She wished me and my wife happiness. She also made a request that warmed my heart: she asked me to hug her tightly, wanting to feel warmth in my arms. She stayed quietly in my arms for a full five minutes. I knew she needed warmth and care at that moment. Let me clarify, I had no ulterior motives at that moment. Although I could feel the outline of her not-so-full breasts under my tight embrace, all I could do was offer comfort. After
seeing Ling off, I felt cold and empty inside. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to say anything. I stood in the snow.
IV. We're both married now?
A year after graduation, my wife and I got married. Ling, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, called to tell us she was coming to our wedding and would be returning to Beijing to develop her career. My wife and I were overjoyed.
Ling came back and soon married Feng, who had pursued her for many years during university. Later, I learned that her father passed away not long after she returned to Hangzhou. To avoid upsetting her mother, she stayed with her at home for over a year. However, due to financial pressure—the family's main source of income was gone, her younger brother needed money for school, and her mother's health wasn't good—she had no choice but to return to Beijing. After all, she had familiar friends there and more opportunities for career development. Upon returning, she first found a job in our field. Although the work was hard, the pay was good, as our major was highly sought after at the time.
Moreover, Feng, who had pursued her for many years, became her husband. I know her husband; he's a year ahead of me. His father is a leader in our industry's supervisory unit. I know that she chose him for career reasons; otherwise, they would have gotten together back then, instead of now.
Fifth, my wife's best friend became my casual sex partner.
As mentioned above, our two families have a close relationship due to our shared alma mater. Now that our lives and careers are stable, perhaps the old saying is true: "When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust." My desire for Ling has become even stronger. Sometimes, even when I'm making love with my wife, Ling's image fills my mind. We're both over 30 now. The country girl from back then has matured over the years, and with our improved financial situation, she's become even more womanly and charming. I guarantee that she gets more attention on the street now. She's the kind of woman who grows on you; the more you look, the more attractive
she becomes. Heaven always grants the wishes of some lucky people; what you think about comes to
pass. Opportunities arise, but it's up to you to seize them. Although I'm filled with fantasies about Ling, I don't know what she thinks. Although she asked me to hug her, it's a special time, so I dare not act rashly. If something goes wrong, it will hurt four people and two families.
In the summer of 2003, my wife went on a business trip. One day, I had lunch with clients and drank too much. I don't even know how I got home. In my dazed state, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't know where I was, but when I looked closely, I realized I was already home. I staggered to the door and saw Ling. It turned out that my wife, who was on a business trip, had received a call from a colleague saying that I was drunk and vomiting badly. She was worried and asked Ling to come and check on me. After opening the door, I greeted her and staggered back to bed. I was somewhat sober now. Ling came in and started cleaning up. I had vomited all over the floor. Then she made me some hangover soup. Lying in bed, I was filled with anxiety and conflict. I knew my chance had come, but I also had many concerns. I thought a lot and had a fierce internal struggle. Finally, I made a decisive decision. A real man should be bold and decisive. At worst, I could just attribute it all to being drunk and misbehaving while intoxicated.
Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, Ling brought a hangover soup to the bedside. I continued to pretend to be drunk, and Ling fed me spoonful by spoonful, while I gradually mustered my courage. I placed my hand on Ling's leg, but she didn't react. I grew bolder and reached inside. She was wearing an A-line skirt, and I quickly reached the hem. She pushed my hand away. I didn't say anything, and neither did she, only resisting with my actions. Seeing that she didn't react excessively, I became even bolder. I simply jumped up and hugged her tightly. She resisted, but she was a woman after all, and I was so determined. I held her tightly, just like before. The only difference was that before, she left me after the hug, but today she was going to be my victim. Slowly, she stopped resisting. I held her and kissed her lips passionately, my tongue wanting to go down her throat. She tried her best to keep her mouth closed, preventing my tongue from entering, but my tongue, honed over the years, was like a sharp sword; how could she possibly resist? Slowly, she began to reciprocate. I gently carried her to the bed, and we kissed passionately, as if we wanted to devour each other. I slowly removed her top and skirt. So many years have passed, and back then I could only feel the outline of her breasts through my chest. Today, I finally saw them. I used to think that southern girls weren't very voluptuous, but now I know it wasn't due to the region, but because we were both wearing cotton-padded coats. Imagine, gentlemen, I could still feel her outline through two layers of cotton-padded coats; what would it look like without any obstruction? Heh heh, that's right, it's wonderful! The shape, color, feel, and texture are all so excellent. I'm so happy! I sucked hard on this masterpiece of nature. I finally experienced the skin of someone from Jiangsu and Zhejiang—it's so delicate and fair. It's wonderful, so perfect.
I carefully admired every inch of her skin, every naturally beautiful spot. I couldn't wait any longer, so I forcefully entered her, trying various positions and angles—I won't go into detail here, as everyone's experience is the same yet different. We reached climax together, and I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, she cleaned up the mess, still without saying a word, and left. From the moment she entered until she left, she didn't utter a single word, not even a soft "hmm" in bed. I only sensed her climax from the spasms throughout her body.
I don't know why, but I just watched her leave with tears in her eyes… VI. We continued this blissful
state for a week before my wife returned. During this time, I hadn't contacted Ling at all. To thank Ling for taking care of me, and to show off the new clothes and cosmetics she had just brought back from out of town, my wife couldn't wait to contact Ling and arranged for Ling and Feng to come to our house for dinner that evening.
The couple arrived as promised. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Ling. I didn't dare look her in the eye, but Ling acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with her wife, even talking about how pathetic I looked that day. It made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. In short, it felt like I was dreaming, and Ling had only appeared in my mind's eye.
The next day at noon, after finishing my work, I texted Ling, "If it's convenient, let's meet at Shangdao near the company at 2 pm." Our companies were very close, and Shangdao was a place where the four of us often played cards. Five minutes later, I received a reply: "Okay."
When I arrived, Ling was already there, having ordered her favorite cappuccino. She was sitting there reading a magazine. I saw her from afar and walked towards her seat. Shangdao offered a lot of privacy, which was why I chose it. I was very direct, asking her directly about what happened that day. She just said I was drunk and that she didn't blame me, but I could sense something from that.
I told him that I had harbored feelings for her and fantasies about her since college, but as time went by and due to the current relationship between our families, I had been trying to control my fantasies and feelings. But that day, I just couldn't control myself, so… Unexpectedly, she said that from that hug at the train station in that cold winter, she had also felt admiration and gratitude towards me. After all, at that time, I was the only one who helped her. It's easy for a woman to develop a hero complex at that time. But because of her relationship with my wife, she had been controlling herself for so many years. She attended our wedding with conflicted feelings, and chose Feng despite her inner conflict. Only then did I realize that it was all related to me.
She said that in recent years, she had never felt that way about Feng, as if she had returned to that cold winter. That day, she desperately wanted to ask me if I could come to Hangzhou with her. But she knew I wasn't meant for her. If it were someone else, she might have tried to win them over, but her rival was her best friend, a friend who had given her so much help and support. She couldn't do that, and that's why she left in tears that day.
I suddenly realized that all these years, all these years, all these years, all these years… it seems that fate not only gives people opportunities, but also plays tricks on them. I took her hand and left the island, going to a nearby hotel. Of course, we made love again. I smelled her body fragrance, felt her body temperature, felt every spasm of hers…
Even now, we maintain this relationship. We rarely talk about feelings; we only meet occasionally. Our two families maintain this relationship. We can face our families openly. She has truly become my "after-dinner drink," and we've agreed to continue like this until we can't sit still anymore. (We never use condoms; I don't like it, and neither does she. She says it's a waste of ammunition; it should be used where it's needed. [The End])

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