[My friend's wife]

My friend hasn't had many girlfriends, and he wasn't keen on dating after being introduced to someone. But one day, he suddenly invited

me to dinner and brought a woman who was stunningly beautiful and mature. We'd just been introduced, and after a few dates,

it was clear my friend liked her; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so excited to bring her along.
She was tall, with shoulder-length, slightly curly hair. During the meal, my friend talked to me about our relationship, occasionally chatting with

his girlfriend . I didn't dare look at her too much,
but I remembered her.
The second time we met, we acted like we knew each other well, and I found an opportunity to talk to her—after all, friends need to get to know each other better.
He's a good friend of mine. The woman is three years older than him. 28, which is considered

quite old , and I don't know why she's still single.
While we were having fun, the girl would walk to the side, then occasionally take out her phone to send a text message before coming back to my friend

.
My friend seemed jealous. "Something's up." The girl said no. "You keep

texting what's going on? Let me see." She smiled, of course, and handed it over. "There's definitely something going on." "No,

it's just a girlfriend chatting with me." I could clearly see my friend's distracted state. We
parted early. Afterwards, whenever we met, I'd often stare at her from the side. She's the kind of girl who gets a

100% any man would look at her. I stood even closer. After a while, she noticed me looking at her.
She smiled. I turned my head away. A stranger might find it annoying to stare. But since we're friends,

there's no aversion; it's normal to look, no impure thoughts, just communication. Because I like her, she's pleasing to the eye, and our friendship

deepens. Maybe a good friend looking at her makes her happy, showing her good taste and satisfying her

vanity —she's attractive. It's normal for adults.
Speaking of which, her job is pretty good; she's a government clerk. Speaking of this, another friend said it was definitely not

normal because her job always involved her boss, and sometimes she even went out for social events.
I told her not to talk nonsense.
There's no such thing as a secret that stays hidden forever. Once, when we were eating together, a friend went to the restroom. Two women at the next table, I think they were

mother and daughter , were pointing and whispering. I knew they were talking about her.
Maybe there was some kind of unspoken rule going on. Of course, I pretended not to hear and

distracted .
When my friend came back, it was lively again. Of course, I didn't tell my friend about it. I didn't know if it was true or not, and it wouldn't be good

to ruin our friendship. Even if it was true, I couldn't say anything. It's best for outsiders to keep their distance from their relationship.
Seeing that they got along well, they later got married and had children. I spent less time hanging out with my friend. Of course, I was often at home with my

girlfriend .
But I felt this guy was more interested in women than others, which made me a little uneasy. Women are fun, but once the novelty wears off,

you can't just keep clinging to your wife. You also need to meet up with your friends occasionally. After all, it's been a while.
I don't know when it started, but I began to fantasize about her. On one hand, I knew I couldn't mess things up and lose my friends.
On one hand, I fantasized that it wouldn't hurt to call him a guy who prioritizes women over friends. I imagined my friend laughing and

joking while we secretly smiled at each other. I imagined my friend wasn't that interested. And I was lustful, and she was promiscuous too. We hit it off immediately.
A few years passed in a flash, and the novelty of my friend wore off. I wasn't as clingy to her anymore. When she went shopping, he was normally

unhappy to go. When he went out with friends
, he developed a habit of visiting prostitutes. Before marriage, he had visited a few times, and it was always my friend who took him. Now that he had a beautiful

girlfriend he couldn't enjoy it all, so he rarely went to prostitutes.
Now, he's become addicted to visiting prostitutes, going whenever he wants. Of course, she found out. Of course, she wouldn't

catch him because it's not an affair, but she knows it's not a good thing that he's always going there. They live a life of their own, with their child being taken care of by their grandparents.
I thought about his expensive sofa at home, it's so nice. I fantasized that when my friend wasn't home, I would go over,

sit on the sofa, and she would give me oral sex, how wonderful that would be. Of course, that didn't happen. How could I go? What would I say?
Once, while singing karaoke, they had a fight, and my friend left him behind.
I tried to strike up a conversation with her. She mentioned, "He's a bad influence, always going to prostitutes." Then she asked if I had.
"What?" I said. "Going to prostitutes?" Of course, I was lying. "I think you're a good person,

all these years,"
I said. "I don't like prostitutes, I like beautiful women." "How old are you? Still thinking about beautiful women? What do beautiful women look like

?" "You are a beautiful woman." She smiled and didn't say anything more, probably thinking about what she had said. I

tried to find a topic to talk about, and we chatted for a long time before I took her home.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about every detail of our time together. I felt like I was in love. A

feeling I hadn't had in a long time. I wondered how she was doing. Was I just imagining things? I
thought about it until dawn before finally falling asleep. When I woke up, I regretted it and worried about what would happen to my friends. I took a deep

breath stop thinking about it.
But then I saw her again, so beautiful, her voice and smile seemed to have a magnetic pull, drawing me back. Because we had a pleasant chat that day,

I took the opportunity when my friends weren't looking to stare at her more boldly, and I became more talkative, making her laugh. Her watery eyes

, red lips, and white teeth were incredibly beautiful.
After they had an argument, I received a call from her. I didn't have her number, so I didn't know how she had memorized mine

. Of course, I was a little surprised and a little happy. We drank some wine together. As we drank, she got a little

drunk, giggling foolishly and unable to stand steadily. I helped her up, offering to take her home. She said she didn't want to go home. I said, "Let's go home

and talk about it, look how drunk you are."
She insisted on not going home. I thought I couldn't take my friend home;

what Why was she with me? I couldn't just take her home, could I? So I helped her to a park

bench. She leaned against me, her head resting on my chest. The scent of her hair, a uniquely feminine fragrance, was intoxicating

. I took a deep breath. I placed my hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. At that moment, my mind went blank,

and then my heart pounded. The wind outside was blowing hard, so cold it chilled me to the bone.
I steeled myself. I helped her to a small inn ahead, put her down, and took off her shoes and coat.

When she took off her coat, her slender body was exposed, her breasts were firm, and I really wanted to touch them.
But I didn't. I covered her with a blanket, and I turned on the TV. After a while, I got into bed, pulled the blanket over me

a little, and lay down to watch.
I turned my head to look at her, admiring her for a long time. She turned over, and I was still a little nervous. After a while, I fell asleep.

I wasn't going to sleep, so my hands started to wander. I gently slipped them over her waist and onto her stomach, then

up to her chest, finally cupping her breasts in my hands. At first, I didn't dare use much force. Seeing she didn't react, I

tightened my grip and moved to the other breast. I turned her around and kissed her lips. After a while, I extended

my tongue and lightly licked her lips. My mouth was very dry and thirsty; I swallowed and gave her lips a little moisture.
But I had no energy; I wanted water. I tried to force my tongue into her mouth. She stirred, opened her eyes, and

woke up.
I quickly pulled away and jumped off the bed. She didn't yell at me; her big eyes made me uncomfortable seeing me turn away, and

my heart raced.
After calming down for a moment, I spoke first, "I'm sorry, I..." I sighed. Looking at you, looking at

you, I liked you so much, I couldn't help myself. She didn't speak. "I hesitated for so long. I've been thinking about you for so long.
I've regretted it and been afraid. He's my best friend, I know I shouldn't. I don't want to lose my friend. But I

can't help thinking about him, I keep thinking about him." She still didn't speak. I saw she didn't react. I tried to make another move. I

climbed onto the bed and lay down. I slowly approached her. She didn't flinch. My face touched her fragrant hair, and my hand reached over

to her stomach. I pressed my face close to her head and hugged her tightly. It was a cold night outside. Inside, under the covers, it

was so warm. The two of us were even warmer together. I turned her around and kissed her. As I kissed her, she finally opened her mouth but didn't stick out her tongue.

At that moment I was still thinking that I should stop. Once we started, it was impossible to keep it a secret. It would be troublesome for my friend. But suddenly

, I made up my mind. My tongue quickly entered her mouth and stirred rapidly. Like someone who had never been with a woman before, my purity was too dry, too

thirsty.
She kept her eyes closed. I started to take off her clothes. I was very impatient. It's better in the summer, I can do it anytime. The main point was

to get intimate, but it was winter, and the first time with an acquaintance made the process a little awkward and embarrassing. I quickly

took off my clothes, pulled down my underwear—it was a bit cold.
I pulled the blanket up and started kissing her, her ears white with a rosy tint, so beautiful. I looked down at her neck and started sucking.

"Don't suck," she said. I smiled and continued down, touching her snow-white breasts, so hot.

I sucked on her nipples, and they quickly perked up. My tongue teased her nipples like a cat. Then I moved to the other side, grabbing her

nipples with both hands and rubbing them together, pulling them closer.
When both nipples came together, I took one in and sucked on her, licking them left and right. I looked at her and noticed she was looking down at me too

. I sucked even harder, and then she tilted her head back. Further down, her stomach was also hot. I kissed her while touching her

vulva through her underwear, even inserting my fingers into it.
When I took off her underwear, it was very wet. My fingers felt sticky when I touched it, and when I pulled my fingers out, my hands were wet

. I put my mouth close to her, and started sucking on her dark vulva, hearing her moan and exhale. There was so much sticky saliva

, I was slurping it down. I usually don't eat like this because it's so delicious, I thought. I figured the woman would be happy to hear

me swallow. I licked and licked, then moved away from her warm genitals and continued licking her breasts. I kissed her lips again,

this time she held my face and kissed me passionately with her tongue. I turned and lay down on top of her.
She licked my tongue, and I tasted her saliva. I was so thirsty. She gently traced a

circle on my lips with the tip of her tongue, moistening them, and also licked my ear. I whispered her name. Before, I was embarrassed; when I started to relax and take off my clothes, I was

too shy to enter. That's all, it makes her feel comfortable. A man's moans mean the woman is good at it.

When she kissed my nipples, it felt so good, my nipples are very sensitive, I stuck out my tongue and quickly licked them a few times and sucked. My

penis got even harder and unconsciously pushed upwards. She turned her head towards my penis, her tongue sliding over my abdomen and

licking towards my penis. I was expectant, my buttocks moved slightly.
I pulled down my underwear and my penis popped out. She didn't use her hands, her tongue slid over my penis a few times and finally licked the

glans and moving it up and down, it felt very good.
I said, "Turn around."
She stopped and said, "Why?"
"I want to see you,"
she smiled. She didn't refuse, she turned around, grabbed my face and pressed down to lick the side and my testicles, then put them in

her mouth. Her mouth was very warm, her skills were really good. After a few strokes, she suddenly went deep, this penis was in her mouth to

the base, and I cooperated by pushing upwards. After a few times, my penis itched and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. If I didn't stop, I would ejaculate.

I lifted her face and kissed her again, parting her legs and sucking her vulva for a while to cool my penis down. I held my penis and

rubbed it against her entrance a few times before the head went in, then out, then in again, thrusting all the way in smoothly. Her vagina was very slippery.

I did this several times in a row, then I started to hold her and lie down, rhythmically thrusting in and out. I kissed her every now and then, until I was about to climax, when the kisses became

more intense. Then I thrust and she moaned. I heard the sounds of penetration, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and her moans. I used

all strength to speed up, and with the last thrust, she stopped moaning. My penis was throbbing and I ejaculated powerfully. She

was convulsing inside. This time, the ejaculation felt really good.
??? The second time lasted longer, but my penis wasn't as hot.
I ejaculated three times that day.
I don't know what she said when she got home, probably something like going to her girlfriend's place.
When I got home, I said I was drunk and fell asleep at a friend's place.
After that, we were together with friends. I took the opportunity to grab her hand, but she smiled and let go, walking away.
I felt she was intentionally avoiding me, although she was still enthusiastic and smiling. But I felt she was intentionally avoiding my

burning feelings.
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