[Friend's wife]

It was about six months ago.

My husband was away abroad on business for over a week. Mr. Ma was a friend of my husband's, though I didn't know how

close they were . He was quite handsome, with a suit and haircut

, in his early forties, with a calm and composed demeanor. I only knew that they often played ball together, and I had seen 　　him 　　at several informal dinners, so 　　we knew each other. Now 　　, looking back, I have to mention this seemingly insignificant little incident. ********** ... 　　"Sandrea, you look beautiful tonight!" He turned around, praising me with a broad smile. 　　I noticed his gaze drifting downwards, seemingly glancing at my chest. 　　"Thank you!" I replied with a forced, elegant nod and a smile. 　　"With such a beautiful wife, I think you really need to go eat at that seafood restaurant with us, haha!" he joked with my husband. 　　"We definitely have to make time to go another day, haha!" my husband echoed. 　　Glancing at me, he added, "With such a beautiful wife, if you don't nourish yourself a bit, someone else will have to do your chores, haha!" 　　This was an incredibly inappropriate and frivolous joke. 　　My husband and I, each with our own hidden thoughts, both felt a jolt. Mr. Ma, however, didn't notice and continued chatting. I didn't know if this was related, but I felt I should mention it. 　　This experience also made me question his scholarly appearance. In short, during the days my husband was away , my life was no different from usual. Because it wasn't actually that different from usual, except that I was sleeping alone for over a week straight, which was a bit different. The day after 　　Mr. 　　Ma left the country, around nine o'clock one evening, I was wearing a black one-piece nightgown. I don't usually wear too much in the summer anyway. 　　I guess that's how it all started! 　　Suddenly, my doorbell rang. I was startled and looked through the hole in the door—it was Mr. Ma! 　　"Who's looking for?" I asked. 　　"Sandrea, it's me, Xiao Ma. Isn't your husband here?" 　　"No, he's abroad. It's unfortunate..." 　　"Oh, that's a pity," he didn't sound particularly disappointed. "Could you open the door for me? I have something for you to give him." 　　"Okay!" I suddenly realized I was wearing a thin nightgown, nothing underneath. " Wait a minute, I'll go get dressed..." 　　"No need," he urged. "I'm not a stranger. I'll just bring the thing in, it'll be quick ..." 　　"But I'm only wearing a nightgown, that's not good!" I insisted. 　　"Sandrea, please! Your husband and I are so close, we've even been ! Don't worry..." he urged. 　　Up to this point, I hadn't thought about that aspect; I just wondered why he was in such a hurry. I think I'd assumed all my friends were good people and let my guard down around him. So I grabbed a shawl to cover most of my upper body and opened the door. 　　Mr. Ma came in carrying a large box and placed it in our living room. 　　"What's that?" I asked. 　　"Someone asked me to deliver this," he said, "Remember to give it to your husband for me..." 　　"Oh, okay..." I said. 　　He plopped down on the sofa as if it were his own home, then casually lay down on the sofa. "When is he coming back ?" he asked. 　　"About a week..." I sat down too. 　　"Oh, you must be so bored at home?" he said. 　　"Yeah..." I smiled. 　　"What do you do?" he tried to get the conversation flowing. 　　At first, I felt a little strange, but as he chatted enthusiastically, my guard began to lower . We chatted like this for half an hour. 　　"I originally brought a can of wine to drink with your husband today..." he said, which didn't seem too abrupt at this point. 　　He pulled a rather large can of liquor from his briefcase. "Since he's not here, let's just drink it all , without telling him..." he said with a mischievous smile. 　　"I can freeze it and wait for him to come back..." I said. 　　"That would mean waiting a week! No way, let me try it. You can freeze the rest," 　　he said. 　　So, half-heartedly, I got two glasses, and he opened the can. 　　To this day, I still suspect he drugged it! But the can was sealed before he opened it; it's really hard to explain ! 　　Anyway, he opened it, poured two glasses, we casually clinked glasses, and I drank mine. 　　"It's pretty good..." I was surprised to find it didn't taste like alcohol, but rather a fruity and champagne flavor, very strong. 　　"It's quite potent, don't underestimate it..." he said with a smile. 　　He diligently poured me another glass and toasted me again. He seemed to be drinking less than me the whole time. I was so careless back then, and it really tasted so good, really, really! 　　We chatted like that, and he kept pouring more for me, half-heartedly encouraging me to drink. I ended up drinking a huge amount of what felt like fruit juice... 　　We continued chatting, and after about another half hour or an hour, I started to feel weak and half- reclined on the sofa... 　　"Sandrea, are you okay? You look very tired..." he asked me earnestly. 　　Yes, my stupidity didn't last long; I immediately suspected he had ulterior motives. This sounded just like a date rape scene from the news, and I never imagined I'd be experiencing it firsthand, about to witness it happen right before my eyes!

He leaned closer and helped me take off my shawl: "You're burning up. Let me take it off, it'll make you

feel better..."

"No!..." I mumbled, my body weak and powerless.

"Sandrea, listen to me, I won't hurt you..." He casually tossed my shawl

aside, "It's your own fault for not listening and insisting on drinking..."

"I'm fine... don't worry about me..." I struggled to get up.

He grabbed me, "I'll help you to your bed..."

My weak resistance was completely ineffective!

He helped me lie down on my bed.

"Are you feeling hot now?" He completely revealed his primal nature, asking me by the bedside.

"I... can you go back?... Let me rest!..." I said meaningless words.

He completely ignored me, unbuttoned his shirt, and started touching my thigh with one hand.

"What are you doing?!..." I tried to protest.

"This will make you feel better..." He smiled, his hand easily moving up to my underwear.

"Ah!..." I gasped softly.

He began to gently caress my genitals.

At first, I felt nothing, but in my relaxed, limp state, a surge of excitement welled up inside me!

"Stop!...Hurry!..." I mumbled in vain.

If he had forced himself on me, things might have been better; even in my unconscious state, I couldn't help but resist and let him succeed.

But he didn't force me; he just kept caressing my genitals, his fingertips teasing my inner thighs.

With the help of alcohol, my willpower and muscle strength crumbled inch by inch.

"I want to make you feel good...sandrea..." he whispered.

"No!...Stop!..."

He ignored me and even sped up his movements.

I became increasingly disoriented, a mixture of pleasure and desire!

He pulled down my panties, his hands freely moving in and out of my wet genitals! The body does

n't lie; he took advantage of my inability to resist, completely arousing my lust!

"Sandrea, does it feel good?"

"Mmm!...Mmm..." I clung to the last shred of reason, unwilling to make a sound.

"If you like it, just say it...It's just the two of us here, no one else will know..." he

whispered in my ear.

His other hand suddenly moved to my breasts, kneading them roughly through my pajamas...

"Ah!...Ah, ah!..." I finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out.

He caressed me more vigorously, murmuring even more, "Do you like it? Sandrea!..."

I moaned repeatedly, my body writhing, my whole body burning with heat as if it were about to burst forth!

He suddenly flipped up my pajamas, revealing my bare breasts. He greedily sucked on them,

his other hand still kneading my labia. "I finally... got you!... Such beautiful breasts!... I love

them!..."

He smacked and sucked, his hand still kneading. I was completely overwhelmed by him, losing all

willpower . Combined with the alcohol-induced heat throughout my body, all I wanted now was for him to enter me, to fill me up completely!

He seemed to see through my desire, and with a lewd grin, he looked up. "Sandrea, can I come in

?"

"Ah!..." I gasped.

"You said it! Then I'll go in!"

I pushed him away reflexively, half-slurring, "You need to wear a condom!..."

He smiled, took a condom from his pocket, put it on, pulled down his pants, and thrust in! He showed no

mercy , every thrust was a chaotic, hard, forceful penetration!

"Sandrea... Oh... I finally got to fuck you!... I've missed you so much!..."

"Ah... You!... Ah, ah..." I closed my eyes, panting and moaning.

"Do you like it?... Do you like it?!... "

"Don't ask me... Ah!..."

After a frenzied series of thrusts, he slowed down, rubbing my breasts with both hands, and thrusting at a more normal

pace .

"Your breasts are so big, I want to touch them every time I see you... Ah!..."

"Ugh!... Ah... Ah..."

"Do you like it?... Do you like me like this?!... Sandrea..."

"Ah!... Don't ask... Ah..."

"Your breasts are amazing!... How big are they?... Are they 38?... "

"Don't ask!... Ah..."

"Men can't resist you... Just seeing your big breasts makes me want to ejaculate every day!..." He

panted, suddenly increasing his speed and thrusting forcefully, "I'm coming!... Say you love me!... Say it!

Sandrea..."

"No!... No!... Ah... Ah, ah, ah..."

"Say it now!... Or I'll fuck you to death!..." He half-roared. Suddenly, "Ah!" he grabbed my

shoulder, and his penis ejaculated inside me.

We lay panting on the bed, the room filled with the animalistic smell of a couple having sex. I

was completely exhausted, with no strength left. In a hazy state, he seemed to help me to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and we

both rinsed under the water. I leaned weakly against him.

"Sandrea, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, and today... my dream has finally

come true!" he said affectionately.

My mind went blank, and I felt like I was about to faint.

He turned off the water, casually draped a towel over me, and helped me to the bed. I lay down on the bed, and then

passed out ...

When I woke up, there was a note beside me: "Sandrea, thank you for that wonderful night last night!

I'll see you again tonight. Ma."

I spent fifteen minutes digging out every memory I could, then sat at the dining table,

staring blankly at a cup of hot tea. I know my husband has wronged me, and I know I drank too much last night, but that doesn't

justify letting me sleep with his best friend, especially in our bedroom! The bed he bought with his money!!!

Was last night wonderful? I tried to recall.

The passionate pleasure seemed just as intense, but the accusations of guilt within me were ten times louder. I thought 　　I 　　would

never do anything so heinous, but was I really wrong this time? A long-

dormant 　　sense 　　of guilt surged up and filled my heart. 　　My

chaotic thoughts couldn't find 　　any answers !　　**********

... 　　"Don't be so fierce, Sandrea," he said with a grin, "after all, our performance yesterday was really great!..." 　　"If you have nothing else, I'm hanging up." I said decisively. 　　"So fierce? Then I'll just have to skip the important parts... Listen carefully..." 　　Then, without any warning, amidst the machine's static, I heard my own voice through the microphone: "Ah!... Ah... I want it!... Ah..." 　　"What is this?!" I was both angry and anxious, my whole body felt like it was about to faint, but I could still hear my wanton cries through the microphone, along with Mr. Ma's occasional shouts: "You slutty woman! 　　Let me have my way with you!..." 　　"Ah!... Ah... No!..." 　　My vision went black, and I struggled to keep the microphone going. Finally, he removed the shameful recording and replaced it with his voice: "Sandrea, listen to me..." 　　"What is this?! What are you doing!..." I screamed hysterically. 　　He stopped me: "Sandrea, listen to me, I just happened to have a voice recorder in my coat pocket, I don't even know when I turned it on..." 　　"Bullshit! Go to hell! How could I not know!" I blurted out. 　　"Sandrea, calm down, listen to me," he said impatiently, " Think about it carefully, what would happen if I gave this to your husband?! Think about it carefully, I'll come over tonight . Bye!" 　　Click, he hung up. 　　I sank into an even deeper depression than before... 　　The beautiful sunshine felt exceptionally painful; that afternoon, still vivid in my memory, was the most painful afternoon of my life! 　　I'm not kidding, the minor setbacks and anxieties I'd experienced before were nothing compared to this. Looking back, wasn't my sadness a meaningless, selective conscience? 　　Because, being cuckolded is still being cuckolded, no matter who it's with, I know my husband knows. 　　So what's the difference between me and his friend doing it?! 　　I also thought of another angle. For the past few years, at least, my appearance has made me a sexy 　　and alluring woman in the eyes of men. Many good men have pursued me relentlessly, their devoted hearts rejected by my cold heart, while I've tolerated many awful bastards cheaply taking my body. Could it be that deep down I have a tendency to degrade myself? These thoughts have been frequently brought up by netizens, both publicly and privately, lately. 　　Of course, 　　I now have my own thoughts and am no longer saddened by them . But right now, this thought cruelly devours my already ailing heart ( of course, 　　I could definitely answer the above question properly now. However, that's a digression!). ********** ... 　　It was around nine o'clock again. It was hard to believe that all of this had started just twenty-four hours earlier. My doorbell rang. It was Mr. Ma! 　　I opened the door, my mind a jumble of thoughts… 　　“Sandrea, I know you must hate me right now, I'm sorry!…” He held a bouquet of flowers and placed it on the table. 　　“What's the use of hating you? I can't change the facts anyway,” I said listlessly. 　　“Don't be like this, it breaks my heart to see you like this!…” He walked behind me and gently stroked the back of my neck. 　　I let him touch me, feeling nothing at all. 　　“Sandrea, I promise you, this week, the week your husband is away, let me fulfill this little dream. I'll do anything for you. After a week, I'll give you the recording pen and won't ask anything of you anymore. Just think of it as a week off, okay?…” He whispered in my ear, gently stroking the back of my neck. 　　I couldn't believe he would actually do it, but I really didn't know what to do! 　　His hands began to wander again… 　　I let him take off my t-shirt, my shorts, revealing my underwear… 　　He hugged me from behind, constantly caressing my breasts… 　　“I love you so much, Sandrea, I love your breasts so much!…So big, so soft!…” 　　he kept saying. 　　I closed my eyes, resignedly waiting for what was inevitable. I wanted to let him humiliate me lifelessly, thinking that he would n’t enjoy it much that way. Unexpectedly, he seemed to read my mind. He took out an electric vibrator, pulled down my underwear, inserted it, and turned it on. The stimulation from my lower body immediately changed my rationality . I restrained myself from screaming… 　　“Sandrea, I know you’re having a hard time relaxing right now, so… I brought something to help a little …” he whispered. 　　He turned up the vibration level, and I felt my vaginal walls involuntarily contract and twitch…

"Ah!..." I finally couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"Feeling it now?!..." He turned the vibration up another level.

I could barely stand, waves of excitement washing over me, and I writhed awkwardly in his arms...

"Want it? You really are lewd!..." He chuckled wickedly.

He continued to undress, while I struggled to hold onto the sofa, almost squatting down. It was a kind of

dizzying pleasure! There was no emotion, it felt artificial and contrived, but I still couldn't resist. I tried to pull

the vibrator out, but I had no strength left.

He came over, his condom-covered penis throbbing like a warhorse ready for battle...

He turned off the vibrator, pulled it out, and pushed me down onto the sofa, whispering in my ear, "I think

you know the situation yourself..."

With that, he knelt on the sofa, one hand inside my vagina, the other kneading my breasts...

"Ah!..." I gave up resisting, letting him humiliate me.

"You're so slutty, Sandrea. XXX married you just so he

could fuck you openly every day!..." he said, vigorously rubbing my breasts with one hand.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore!..." he muttered to himself.

Adjusting the angle, his penis entered me...

"Scream! Feeling good, huh?" He deliberately thrust hard a few times.

I couldn't help but scream: "Ah!..."

"That's more like it, Sandrea, you're obviously very enjoyable!..." He began to thrust more slowly and

rhythmically , talking incessantly, "Why are you still so tight even though XXX fucks you every day?...

What am I supposed to do?... I might accidentally ejaculate..."

"Ah!... Ah... Ah..." I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him, but my body still involuntarily cooperated.

"Plus your breasts... God!... How did you do that?... They're so big!..."

"Ah!..." I turned my head away, but still couldn't help moaning.

"That was so good!... Ah!... I can't take it anymore!..." He suddenly ejaculated, convulsing

as .

"Sandrea, thank you!..." He hugged me, trying to kiss me.

I turned my head away, refusing his kiss.

"Can I sleep here?" he pleaded.

"No! I've given you so much... You're not allowed to stay overnight!" I said firmly.

"Okay!..." He rested for a while, put on his clothes, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he turned back and said,

"I'll come again tomorrow. Let's try some different positions tomorrow, hmm?! Sandrea..."

I almost collapsed!

He happily hummed a song as he left.

I looked at the flowers on the table, feeling an urge to tear them to pieces, but what good would tearing them to pieces do?!

I dragged my tired, naked body to the bathroom and took a long shower. I came out and sat back in the living room, regaining

my previous listless and gloomy state.

I can't let this bastard take advantage of me for the rest of my life, and I can't let my life fall apart like this, that's not

me!

Slowly, my body seemed to regain its strength. Even though I was exhausted from making love, I felt

full of energy, my mind racing with thoughts of what to do…

Around midnight, I dragged my tired but now sorted-out body to sleep…

I'll wait for you to come tomorrow. You'll know tomorrow!

************

The next evening, he appeared at the door again. This time, I opened the door with a burst of energy.

He came in, stared at me, completely stunned!

I was wearing a black leather jacket, a black thong, and nothing else!

“You've thought it through? Sandrea…” His hand immediately moved to my bare breasts and began

to caress them .

“Yeah, it's only for a week anyway, might as well enjoy it if I’m going to resist…” I smiled seductively.

He was overjoyed: “…You really are lewd to the core, Sandrea, alright, let me satisfy

you!…”

He quickly took off his clothes, put on a condom, and pounced on me.

"Slow down...you're in such a hurry...you're so naughty!..." I said coquettishly.

"With you, who can slow down? Baby!..." He frantically kneaded my breasts,

then searched for my vagina.

"Ugh...ah!..." He thrust in all at once.

We stood there embracing, he slowly thrusting in and out, one arm around my waist, the other constantly squeezing and kneading

my breasts. I could feel his heavy breathing, but I let myself into that wanton, indulgent state, letting

loose even more, moaning incessantly...

"You're so bad!...you're bullying my wife...ah!..."

"Who told you to be so beautiful!...sandrea...your breasts are so big!..." He panted,

thrusting in and out.

"Ugh!...ah!...ah!...deeper!..." I cried out.

"You're so lewd!...baby...I can't take it..." He stopped, trying to push me down.

I said in a coquettish voice, "I want it from behind, it's more exciting from behind..."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say! From behind..."

I held onto the sofa, and he adjusted the angle and thrust in forcefully.

"Ah!...So deep...ah...ah..." I cried out wantonly.

"Your breasts are so big!...Hoo..." He grabbed my breasts with both hands and kneaded them incessantly.

"Be gentle...ah!...You'll squeeze my breasts until they're swollen..." I groaned.

"A little swelling is good...then they'll be even bigger!..." He panted.

"Ah!...If they get any bigger, my husband will find out...ah...ah..."

"That's what I want him to find out!...Oh...so good!..." He dug all ten fingers deep into the flesh of my breasts

, squeezing them hard.

"You're so mean!...How could you do this?...Ah!..."

"It feels so good!...sandrea..."

"How could you treat your friend's wife like this!...Ah...ah..." I asked deliberately.

"My friend's wife... it's okay to play around with her!... Hahaha... especially a big-breasted beauty like this, how can I not

have some fun with her!..."

"Ugh... Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh..." I feigned nearing climax, suddenly moaning even more lewdly.

"Did you climax?... You slut!... Ahhhhh..." He suddenly couldn't take it anymore, his

hand gripping my breast tightened, and he ejaculated inside me.

We slowly separated, panting. I let him lie on the sofa, panting, while I took a shower and came out in a

bathrobe . He went into the bathroom, and I picked up the condom he had carelessly tossed on the sofa, wrapped it in several layers of plastic bags

...

When he came out, he hugged me, his face showing satisfied exhaustion...

"We're really compatible sexually, don't you think? Sandrea..." he smiled.

"Mmm..." I pretended to be a submissive woman, snuggling against him.

He stretched contentedly, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. I snuggled up to him, watching with him; this was all

part of the plan.

About half an hour later, I felt he should be recovered, so I said in a sweet voice, "I want to do it again! Okay

?... "

"I haven't recovered yet..." he said apologetically with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll help you!... " I smiled.

"Oh my god! Baby, I never thought I could enjoy your oral sex again, it's so wonderful!... " he

laughed .

I smiled back, "I'll go get the props..."

"What props?" he asked curiously.

I went into the kitchen and took out a bowl of liquid that I had carefully prepared that morning.

"What's this? Sandrea is naughty, what eighteen moves are you trying to do?" he

laughed .

"Yeah, Sandrea is the naughtiest..." I smiled, picked up the bowl of liquid, and

before he could stop me, poured it onto his half-erect penis.

"What is this? Ah... Ah!! Ah!!!" he suddenly cried out in pain.

I stood up and said to him seriously, "This is a small token of my gratitude. You should be glad,

at least it wasn't hydrochloric acid."

"You...what are you doing?!" He clutched his groin, his face contorted in pain.

"Put your clothes on and get out!" I threw his clothes at him, opened the door, and said, "Get out of here

before the neighbors see you..."

He stood up hastily and awkwardly, putting on his clothes. I even kindly helped him, because he looked like he had almost no

strength left. I'm

such a good person! :p Once dressed, you couldn't really tell he'd just suffered a serious injury; he still looked presentable. I left the door open, and he

walked out, his face ashen.

Before closing the door, I said to him, "Don't think you're the only one who can threaten me. Oh, and by the way, if I find out you

've released my tape, I'll release the tape we just had too! That's right, I recorded it too, you

taught me how, didn't you? You can release it to whoever you want, I'll release the one I have, I guarantee every reporter in every media outlet will

get a copy, let's see who suffers the most. Oh, and by the way, I have physical evidence too, I

kept , looks like you ejaculated quite a lot! :p Also, you'd better see a doctor..."

I immediately closed the door, feeling a sense of victorious joy.

"The End"

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