I slept with my childhood friend's wife.

I have a friend from the same village, we grew up together, he's only three years older than me, but he listens to me in everything. Even though he's older, I'm the toughest fighter in the area, kids from far and wide are afraid of me.

Time flies, twenty years have passed in a flash, we're both married and have children. I've always been away from home, traveling all over the country, wanting to make it easier to have sex with women, so I never wanted to get married until I returned to my hometown.

My friend, on the other hand, never left his hometown. After graduating from junior high, he learned to drive from a relative and has been a long-distance driver for many years.

I helped out at his wedding, so I know his wife well.

She's from a village to the south, five years younger than him, and she chose him because she thought he could make extra money driving.

Although I have no parents and live with my grandfather, I have a lot of influence in the village.

Especially my friend's parents, who are very close to me. They often invite my grandfather and me to their home for meals, knowing that we're both bachelors and don't like to cook.

I was happy to help his family. During the busy farming season, my friend was away driving long distances, and I often helped them with farm work.

My family was the most common surname in the village; half the village belonged to the same clan. My friend's family, however, was a small family and often bullied. After I grew up, I often spoke up for them, and since I was known far and wide for my fighting skills, they stopped being bullied.

My friend's wife and I had a good relationship. I often went to their house for drinks. Sometimes when my friend was driving and his family had any difficulties, I would help them solve them. Once, a scoundrel from a neighboring village called her a pervert, and I beat him up. After that, he never took advantage of his wife when my friend wasn't home again.

Life was good, but unfortunately, my friend, while driving, gradually learned to frequent prostitutes like those experienced drivers. He often went out to find prostitutes. His sexual ability wasn't very strong to begin with; his penis was only twelve centimeters long

when erect. We had measured each other's penises when we were kids, so I had a nickname since childhood: "Big Dick Wang," meaning my penis was very thick and powerful. Even his wife knows my nickname.

When he first got married, because his wife was a virgin, he could barely satisfy her in bed. But after he started seeing prostitutes, his health deteriorated. He frequently took aphrodisiacs, ignoring my advice, and his health worsened. Eventually, he wouldn't have sex with his wife for months at a time, and their relationship deteriorated. They argued constantly, making their home a mess. His parents often asked me to talk to them.

At first, it worked, but later my friend stopped listening to me, and I couldn't beat him like I did when we were kids.

Then, his wife seemed to be having an increasingly intimate relationship with a man from the same village, and she started threatening to divorce him. They were at each other's throats.

Seeing that divorce was imminent, his parents invited me to their house, begging me to find a way to save their son's marriage. In our area, divorce is very shameful; a divorced man can't hold his head up in the village, and a divorced woman simply can't survive.

I talked to my friend's wife, and she was determined to get a divorce.

Having no other option, I secretly followed her and discovered she was indeed having an affair with a man from the same village. I don't know if they had sex, though.

After finding out about the man, I immediately beat him up and warned him, "You have a wife and children now. Don't do this kind of thing. If you ever see her again, I'll not only break your legs, but I'll make sure the whole village knows." The man was scared. He had only wanted a fling because my friend's wife was younger and prettier than his own. When I discovered his secret, he immediately broke off the relationship with my friend's wife—very decisively and thoroughly—and even verbally abused her. This deeply hurt my friend's wife.

I knew that even if one man ended the relationship, she would find another, so I struck while the iron was hot and spoke directly to my friend's wife. I offered to help her resolve her vaginal itching problem as long as she maintained her marital relationship with my friend.

Actually, my friend's wife didn't want a divorce at all, and she had liked me for a long time. Seeing my words, she obediently resumed a superficially good relationship with him and we started having sex.

My friend's wife had a low sex drive and was easily satisfied, especially since my friend's penis was small. The first time we had sex, her vagina almost tore open from my large penis; she screamed in pain, saying it hurt even more than when she lost her virginity.

Fortunately, my sex skills were excellent, and I quickly helped her get used to my large penis, slowly savoring the pleasure. When she reached her first orgasm, the intense climax made her cry uncontrollably. She hadn't expected sex to be so pleasurable, so enjoyable.

Because of my intervention, my friend's family returned to its former peace and harmony.

I know I shouldn't have had sex with my friend's wife, I shouldn't have cuckolded him, but if I didn't, someone else would, and his family would be ruined.

For the sake of my friend's family's harmony and happiness, I've apologized to my friend. I've consistently continued to regularly fuck his wife's cunt to help her solve her vaginal itching problem. It's better for me to be sorry to him alone than for him to be sorry to his whole family.

To this day, they're doing very well. My friend's wife is a devoted wife and mother, dutiful to her in-laws, and a well-known good wife in the village. The only thing is that we two still have to fuck every few days.

Although I've been married for many years, we've secretly maintained our intimate relationship.

Once again, I say: my good friend, brother, I'm sorry.

[The End]

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