He slept with his friend's wife without really knowing what was going on.

As I was about to leave work on the weekend, my wife called to say she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't

be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The kids were staying with their mother for the weekend, and she told me not to wait for her. I

mumbled something and hung up. Around midnight, there weren't any good TV programs, so I went

to sleep.

Actually, lying in bed, I started fantasizing about Sister Zhao, the wife of my good friend Jia. She's in

her early thirties, a year older than me, so my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she

's a mother, but her figure is still like that of a young unmarried woman. She has fair skin, isn't very tall,

but is very beautiful. Especially when she wears low-rise pants, the curves of her lower body are exposed. Her round, short, shallow buttocks

arouse a strong desire to penetrate her. Although I always feel ashamed towards my friend and my wife, when my

wife and I make love, I can't help but think of Sister Zhao moaning in bed, which arouses me even more.

Naturally, Sister Zhao has become the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.

I don't know what time it was, but I was lost in my fantasies when my wife's movements as she got into bed interrupted me .

My erection, fueled by my earlier sexual fantasies, compelled me to embrace her back, one hand gently caressing her breast,

the stroking her genitals.

"Stop it, I want to sleep!" my wife said, sounding a little annoyed.

"What's wrong? Who's bothering you again? I don't care if I play or not!" I retorted angrily,

my good mood instantly dampened. Without a word, I got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood.

On the way, unsure where to go, I happened to see a

prominent : "No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity!" Intrigued, I realized I'd always suspected

my wife might have frigidity. Honestly, I was skeptical about buying aphrodisiacs from these small shops. It

wouldn't matter if they didn't work, but if they caused her death, that would be a real problem. But this advertisement—no medication needed? I

wanted to see for myself. But since it was near my own neighborhood, and I didn't want to run into anyone I knew, I thought I'd look elsewhere.

I drove all the way to the city center before finding another shop that sold it. I parked, but didn't rush in. I

observed first, feeling a little embarrassed since it was my first time in such a shop. The shopkeeper was a

middle-aged , so I hesitated to go in.

"Sir, do you have this advertised thing outside? Does it work?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible

to avoid bumping into acquaintances.

"Is it a man or a woman who's indifferent?" the middle-aged man asked me quite gently.

"Um, it's a woman."

"Oh, you can try this. It's not expensive, only 100 yuan." The man turned and placed a

package on the counter.

Maybe I thought it was cheap, or maybe I was too nervous, but I put the money down, grabbed the package, and quickly left the shop

. Once in the car, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if I had just completed a difficult task.

Now that I was alone in the car, I could finally open it and slowly see what it was. I had just put the bag on my lap

when my eyes lit up . I saw a familiar figure—a full chest, a high, round bottom—that familiar figure

! It was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, I knew it was her! My sex goddess!

She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting blouse and a light-colored pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags.

She had probably just come from a bar and was about to hail a taxi. Without thinking much, I immediately drove up to her and

gently honked the horn. She awkwardly bent down to look into the car, and that's when I noticed she

seemed to have been drinking; her fair face was flushed. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and

her doubts vanished instantly. She smiled and said, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Going home? I'll give you a ride!" I said, eagerly awaiting her reply.

Perhaps to avoid trouble, she straightened up and looked around. It seemed late, and the taxi hadn't arrived yet,

so she said, "Oh, thank you for your trouble."

Sister Zhao got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and put her things in the back. I smelled

a faint perfume on her. I glanced at her sideways, and only then did I notice that her shirt was unbuttoned up to the third button.

Through the loose collar, I could see the upper part of her fair, full breasts and a deep cleavage. She probably

had some alcohol and didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect,

painfully pressing against my pants. To avoid being discovered, I decided to change the subject and started making irrelevant remarks: "

Didn't ?"

But Sister Zhao didn't answer. She glanced at me sideways. Usually, our two families would go out together;

this was the first time it was just the two of us sitting together. I felt we were both a little uncomfortable, and

she probably had something on her mind, not noticing I was talking to her. And so, we didn't exchange

another word . About ten minutes later, the car stopped downstairs at her apartment building. I offered to take her home, but she said no. I was still worried, though:

"You've been drinking, let me walk you up!"

"Really, no need, I can manage myself, really." I noticed she was very downcast, her eyes were red,

and she was about to cry. I thought it was good; if I was there, she wouldn't be able to vent.

"Then I'll ask Jia to come down and pick you up!" I was still a little uneasy.

"He's away on a business trip."

I seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to cheat on his wife with other women;

Zhao Jie must have found out. Now I felt I couldn't help much, so I quickly avoided the situation, lest

I be asked about it later and have a hard time answering. I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll head back now. You should get some rest too."

Zhao Jie got out of the car, took her things from the back seat, and staggered into the building.

I started the car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had considered tonight a

romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone. I

wondered if she hadn't gone home yet? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking this, I quickly answered, but her

voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear her clearly. So I told her to speak louder, and I also pulled the car over and turned off the engine.

Only then did I hear her say, "The elderly at home are all asleep, so I didn't dare to speak loudly. I might have taken your things home."

"Ah, never mind, I'll come pick it up another day. It's nothing important." Hearing that it was about this, I

couldn't feel disappointed again.

"No, I also wanted to trouble you to check my computer for me. I can't get online."

I glanced at my watch; it was already 2:30. Still trying to get online? I wanted to decline and go home to sleep, but thinking of Sister Zhao's sexy

blouse, I agreed to come to her house right away. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet,

firstly so as not to disturb the elderly couple's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to speculate if they saw a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night

. I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

Next, we went upstairs. She had already opened the door wide. We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's

bedroom . At this point, I noticed that Sister Zhao was probably busy with the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes. She handed me my bag

, but I didn't notice, and it slipped and fell to the ground, its contents scattering everywhere. That's when I

realized what was inside: a black wool hat, the kind often seen in police dramas,

covering the entire face except for the eyes and mouth; two pairs of handcuffs; and a knife. This

startled , and Sister Zhao, also sobered up a bit, took a step back, and hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?"

"I...I don't know!" I didn't know how to explain.

"Today I was so envious of your loving relationship, but I never imagined you'd be a man who would betray his family!"

After saying this, Sister Zhao's eyes reddened, and she choked up.

"No, I...I..." I knew that if I didn't clarify now, the consequences would be serious, so I

explained to her from my wife's coldness towards me to my purchase of this package from an adult store. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me;

if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't have believed her either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, pack my things back into my bag, and get up

to leave.

Just then, we heard the sound of a door opening outside. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding.

Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the restroom.

"Wait a bit before you leave, otherwise the old man might misunderstand," Sister Zhao said, then fell silent

. We both listened quietly to the sounds outside.

After a while, Jia's father finished using the restroom and actually turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told

me, "Oh my god, it's the World Cup at 3 PM tonight! Oh my god!" It seemed we couldn't leave anytime soon.

I glanced at Sister Zhao; she had her head down, probably still a bit tipsy, leaning against

the wall. I didn't say anything more. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection, discovering that

the network equipment was broken. So, we sat in the room, waiting. After a while, Sister Zhao

suddenly spoke up: "Those are props, right?"

"I think so." Because our voices were soft, we had to sit on the edge of the bed.

"So, you really know how to love your wife." She

trembled violently with low sobs as she spoke, her voice heavy with sadness. I quickly got up to get her some tissues and repeatedly comforted her, telling her not to be too upset, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father heard

outside . After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she voluntarily sat down next to me

to look at the things in my bag. The moment I felt her supple body against me, I felt like I'd

been electrocuted; my whole body went limp, except for one place that seemed to be swelling. After looking for a while, she

quietly said, "Okay, now I believe you."

"Don't you think I'd go and rob someone?"

"Heh, knives are made of rubber, I don't believe you're that stupid." This was the first time I'd seen her smile tonight; she

seemed to in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Try it on."

Without thinking much, I put the hat on. It probably did look a bit fierce, because I saw a

jolt of fear in her eyes. Feeling a surge of triumph, I took out the knife and whispered, "Hehe, little sister, give me the money

!" She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw tears streaming down her face again. I

was at a loss, thinking I had frightened her, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I

just wanted to joke and cheer you up." But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head. I didn't know if she was

ignoring me or if she didn't blame me. Seeing her body trembling violently from crying again, out of

concern , I gently placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from collapsing. To my surprise, she rested her head on my shoulder,

and tears dripped onto me. I could feel their warmth. I thought letting her cry it out would make her feel

better , but gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, trembling with her sobs. This friction

made my penis uncontrollably hard, while she didn't seem to notice my change. She began to whisper about Jia

having affairs with other women. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore; I only knew this was my best

chance, and I couldn't let it slip by. But I still didn't dare to do anything rash. So, as if by accident, while offering words of comfort, I

slipped my hand to her abdomen. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring. I then gently massaged her

lower abdomen and lowered my face as close to her lips as possible, everything had to be done naturally and unintentionally. I

softly said, "Don't be too sad, he's not worth it!" and then, seizing the opportunity, gently kissed her cheek

. She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking. Seeing no resistance, I boldly

moved her breasts and gently caressed them. My lips brushed against her face as I whispered, "I've always secretly loved you.

It hurts me when you're sad!" I then lightly kissed her lips.

Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience with married life,

I knew she wouldn't refuse my further advances. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing

lipstick , and I could smell her unique, faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. This was the first layer;

would she resist at the next layer? I didn't know. I continued to push my tongue deeper. I touched

her teeth, but quickly, my tongue easily parted them. Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch

mine. While continuing to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my right hand inside her blouse. I hadn't

expected Zhao Jie's skin to be so smooth. My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing her bra

up, I finally touched her soft breasts. Although my wife is three years younger than Sister Zhao,

at this time I felt that Sister Zhao's body was fresher, and her breasts didn't look like those of a woman who had given birth.

Relaxed, yet full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The moment I touched her breast, her

body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft moan. I whispered,

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" Then I

intertwined , swallowing our shared saliva.

Her eyes remained closed, but her increasingly throbbing body told me she was aroused. I began to

gently rub her left breast in a circular motion, and I could clearly feel her nipple hardening with excitement

. I changed my hand's caress to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. She seemed a little restless

, so I gently laid her flat on the bed, kneeling down with my knees pressing against her

genitals . I whispered apologies while kissing her cheeks, neck, and lips. At the same time

, I pushed her shirt up completely to her chin and unhooked and removed her bra. Then, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of

for years finally appeared before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two brown

nipples standing erect. She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with soft "ha, ha," her hands

trembling slightly. I took her right nipple into my mouth, sometimes enveloping it with my tongue, sometimes gently

biting it with my teeth. She probably couldn't handle the stimulation; she noticeably twisted her body, her legs trying to squeeze together, her toes

pointed straight. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation against her knee. I moved my legs back and touched it

with my hand , finding my palm covered in a sticky liquid. She was already so wet down there,

her underwear soaked, and my pants were wet too. Excitedly, I whispered in her ear,

"Oh no, you're wet." She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment.

Her face, became even hotter.

I felt it was time, so I sat up on her thighs and began to pull down her underwear. Unexpectedly, she

suddenly grabbed her waistband with both hands and cried out in a low voice, "No, don't do this!" I hesitated for a moment. Maybe I really

was wrong; I shouldn't have done this to my friend's wife. But seeing the woman I had dreamed of for so many years lying half-naked

in front of me, I felt a sense of resentment. So

, while I firmly pried her fingers apart. It seemed that she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps she was afraid of alerting those outside. Soon,

she gave up resisting, covered her face with her hands, and seemed to be crying again. But at this moment, I no longer had

the thought of comforting her; I was only focused on taking off her underwear.

When I pulled her underwear down to her knees, I was overjoyed. I could feel my heart

pounding violently. When I saw my friend's wife's most private parts displayed before me, I felt

a strong sense of possessive pleasure. I knew I was about to begin admiring the

body I had fantasized about every night for years. Every secret of hers would be revealed to me without reservation. In this

state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her underwear. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now

fully exposed.

She had a standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were

smooth hairless, the pubic hair at her vulva formed a distinct inverted triangle, but it was somewhat sparser than my wife's. Her soft

abdomen had a little bit of fat, but it felt even smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but they

were truly beautiful. The light brown nipples stood erect, seemingly beckoning me to kiss them. Her fair buttocks were very plump because

she had given birth , making one unconsciously want to caress them. A sour scent from a woman's genitals

gently wafted towards me. I slowly parted her legs, revealing a pink slit between her pubic hair,

the edges of her labia already soaked with the gushing fluid. The color of her two small lips was much lighter than my wife's, making them look

very fresh. I couldn't understand how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so few sexual encounters over the years.

Speaking of which, I want to mention that, according to many people's descriptions, the next

step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc. In reality, given the situation, I couldn't do that at all. I was blinded by lust.

At that moment, facing that fleshy slit, I lost patience. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her

waist, and tried to thrust my already swollen penis into her vagina. But she tried to resist me again. She pushed

my body away and started swaying her lower body from side to side. My penis couldn't fit into her vagina, so I had to

move my hands from her waist to her buttocks and bring her lower body closer to me. This way, my penis successfully touched

her vulva. Because of the lubrication, although she resisted, my entire penis went in smoothly.

Then , she started to move her whole body towards the bed, and my penis came out again. At this moment, I saw her eyes

slightly open, looking at me, and tears immediately flowed. She started shaking her head and whispering to me. I could

roughly hear her saying things like "no" and "can't." Her mouth was completely choked shut, unable to cry out, and I

felt a of pity. This kind of reaction from a woman is actually a way of showing that she's not a cheap or shameless

person. But her moist vagina was beckoning me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—to

act on the pleasure of the body, or to be morally rational. My glans had already entered once; I couldn't

give up so easily. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation. My penis felt stronger

and harder than ever before. I apologized repeatedly as I intensified my assault. "Bang!" I was startled

. She kept pulling back, her head hitting the headboard. She stopped resisting, and with that stop,

my penis was fully inside her vagina. I heard her let out a soft "Ah!" and her whole body trembled. My

body sank, and for the first time, I truly made love to the woman I had longed for for so many years.

Sister Zhao seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and was about to push me away when, as if the noise had

attracted Jia's father's attention outside, he seemed to have left the television and walked towards Jia's room. Sister Zhao froze,

her eyes tightly closed, lips pressed together, nostrils flared, holding her breath. I immediately stopped my penis

inside her vagina, taking the opportunity to feel Sister Zhao's tight grip on my penis. Her vaginal walls were much tighter than my wife's,

just as had seen from the color of her labia earlier. I guessed that because Jia was having affairs outside, she

rarely had sex with Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing that there was no further movement, Jia's father went back to the living room to watch the World Cup. Sister Zhao was no longer...

She dared not do anything reckless, so she could only let me enjoy myself on her. I forcefully thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Because of

our position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix. Each

thrust touched my glans. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" rule anymore. I thrust in to the very root each time

... *smack*... *smack*... And Sister Zhao began to make "coughing"

sounds under my continuous attacks. The hands that were pushing my body began to grip me tightly, while her buttocks moved up and down on my

penis. I hadn't done this in a long time, and this stimulation made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. I

thought to myself , I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I ejaculated now, Sister Zhao would think that I'm not

as good as her! But Sister Zhao's vagina was very tight to begin with, and it was too stimulating to penetrate her. I had to

stop the fierce attacks and began to slowly insert rhythmically, trying to rub

the small fleshy bumps on her G-spots as hard as possible. Watching her hips move faster and faster, her face growing hotter, her lips slightly pursed,

her breathing heavy, her lips tightening more and more, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed Zhao Jie down

on top of her; under my weight, her breathing became rapid and disordered, her body tensing. Finally,

after a violent shudder, Zhao Jie coiled herself around me, refusing to release her for a long time. Seeing that Zhao Jie had reached her

climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. Ah!

Streams of hot, thick semen shot through my glans, shooting deep into her core. She felt

the temperature of my sperm… her lower body began to contract rhythmically; her cervix seemed to crave this

strong, hot semen, contracting and throbbing.

I laid Zhao Jie flat on her back. I noticed that she still had her eyes closed, barely opening them throughout the entire process.

Perhaps she was afraid of seeing me and feeling guilty, or perhaps she didn't want to accept this reality. I didn't press her further.

Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread. Her vulva, now calmed by passion, was a mess;

her pubic hair was soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and a pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid was seeping from the pink cleft between her thighs

. I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my

still -erect penis, tossed the pillowcase aside, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned her back to me; I think

she probably hoped this was a dream. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until almost

dawn , making sure no one was outside, before quietly leaving.

[The End]

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