[My Friend's Wife] Author: Unknown

My Friend's Wife
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3720 words
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 had just been introduced and had only gone on 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 hair and slight curls. 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 I saw her, we seemed quite familiar, 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 is considered quite
old in our area, 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," he said. The girl said no. "You keep texting and sending messages,
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. After that, whenever we met, I'd often stare at her from the side. She's
the kind of girl who gets a 100% head-turning rate; any man would look at her. I stood even closer. After a while, she noticed me looking at her.
She smiled, and I turned away. If it were a stranger staring, they might find it annoying. But since we're friends,
there shouldn't be any aversion; it's normal to look, no impure thoughts, just communication. Because I like her, she's pleasing to the eye, and our friendship
has grown closer. Maybe a good friend looking at her makes her happy, showing that her friend has good taste and satisfies her vanity
—she's attractive. It's normal; we're all 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. At the next table, two women, I think they were mother
and daughter, were pointing and whispering. I knew they were talking about her.
There might be some kind of unspoken rule going on. Of course, I pretended not to hear and didn't pay attention, talking to her to distract her
.
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 beautiful wife.
But I felt that 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 from time to time. 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 friend.
On the other hand, I fantasized that it wouldn't hurt to tease him for prioritizing women over friends. I imagined my friend laughing and
joking while we secretly smiled at each other. I imagined my friend wasn't that into it. 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 would
go without a care in the world. When I went out with my friend,
he developed a habit of visiting prostitutes. Before marriage, he had done it a few times, and it was my friend who took him. With beautiful women around,
my friend couldn't enjoy them all, so he rarely went to prostitutes anymore.
Now, he's become addicted to visiting prostitutes, going whenever he wants. Of course, she found out. Of course, she wouldn't
catch him cheating, but knowing he's always going there isn't a good thing. They live a life of their own, with their child being taken care of by their grandparents.
I thought of the expensive sofa in his house, 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's not going to happen. How could I go? What could I say?
Once, while singing karaoke, they had a fight, and my friend left him behind.
I tried to talk to her. She said, "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've always thought you were 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. Afterwards, I took her home.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about all the details 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 friend. I took a deep breath and decided to 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 to stare at her more boldly when my friends weren't looking, 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 remembered 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 and unable to stand up steadily. I helped her up, offering to take her home. She said she didn't want to go home. I said, "Let's
talk about it when we get home, look how drunk you are."
She insisted on not going home. I thought I couldn't take my friend home; what
would he think if he saw me supporting his wife so drunk late at night? 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 was blowing outside, it was so cold, my dick felt numb.
I steeled myself. I helped her to a small hotel ahead, put her down, 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 no, I covered her with a blanket and turned on the TV. After a while, I went to bed and pulled the blanket over myself,
lying 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 lay down
, not to sleep, but my hands started to wander. I gently reached over her waist and placed them on her stomach, moving up
to her breasts, then my whole palm grasped her breasts. At first, I didn't dare to use force. Seeing that she didn't react, I used a little more force
and then moved to the other breast. I turned her around and kissed her lips. After kissing for a while, I stuck out my tongue
and lightly licked her lips. My mouth was very dry and thirsty. I swallowed and moistened her lips a little.
But I had no energy, and I wanted to drink water. I tried to force my tongue into her mouth. She moved and opened her eyes
.
She woke up. I quickly pulled away and jumped off the bed. She didn't scold me. Her big eyes made me uncomfortable when she saw me turn away, and
my heart raced.
After a moment of calm, I spoke first, "I'm sorry, I..." I sighed. Looking at you, looking at
you, I like you so much, I couldn't help myself. She didn't speak. "I've hesitated for so long. I've been thinking about you for a long time.
I've regretted it, I'm 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. Seeing her lack of reaction, I tried to make another move. I
climbed onto the bed and lay down. Slowly approaching her, she didn't flinch. My face touched her fragrant hair, and my hand moved over to
her stomach. I pressed my face against her head and hugged her tightly. Outside, the night was cold. Inside, under the covers, it was so
warm, and the two of us were even warmer. 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, maybe I should stop. Once we started, it would be impossible to keep it a secret. It would be troublesome for my friend. But suddenly, I
made up my mind. My tongue quickly darted into her mouth, swirling rapidly. Like someone who'd never been with a woman before, my purity was too dry, too
thirsty.
She kept her eyes closed. I started undressing her, very impatiently. Summer is so convenient, anytime. The point was
to get intimate, but in winter, the first time with an acquaintance, this tedious process made me a little embarrassed and awkward. I quickly
took off my own clothes, pulling down my underwear—it was a bit cold.
I pulled the blanket up, and started kissing her, down to her ears. Her ears were white with a rosy tint, so beautiful. I looked down at her neck. I sucked on her
. "Don't suck," she said. I smiled and continued downwards, touching her snow-white breasts—so hot. I sucked on her nipples,
my tongue licking them, 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, rubbing them from side to side, then pulling them closer together.
The two nipples came together, and I swallowed one in one bite, my tongue licking from side to side. I looked at her and noticed she was looking down at me too.
I sucked even harder, and then she tilted her head back. My stomach was burning hot as I kissed her while touching her genitals through her panties,
even inserting my fingers into the opening. When
I took off her panties, they were very wet; my fingers felt sticky to the touch. My hands were wet when I inserted and withdrew my fingers.
I moved my mouth close and began to eat her saliva through her dark opening, hearing her moan and exhale. There was a lot of sticky fluid
; I ate it with gusto. Normally, I wouldn't eat like that because it's so wonderful. I thought this would make her happy, and I could hear
the sound of me swallowing. As I licked, I moved away from her warm genitals and continued licking her breasts, then kissed her mouth 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. I gently traced a circle on my lips with the tip of my tongue,
moistening them, and also licked my ear. I whispered her name. Before, I was embarrassed, but as I relaxed and took off my clothes,
I felt embarrassed to enter her... 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 took off 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, then took it in and moved 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 took them into
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
rubbed my penis against her entrance a few times before the head went in, then out, then in again, 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 lean down, rhythmically thrusting in and out, kissing
her every now and then until the final climax, when the kisses became more intense. She moaned, and I heard the sounds of penetration, the sounds of flesh colliding, and her moans. I used all my
strength, desperately accelerating. With the last thrust, she stopped moaning, my penis throbbing, and I ejaculated powerfully. She convulsed 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; she probably went to her girlfriend's place or something.
When I got home, I said I was drunk and slept at a friend's.
After that, we were together with friends. I took the opportunity to grab her hand, but she smiled, let go, and walked away.
I felt she was intentionally avoiding me, although she was still enthusiastic and cheerful. But I felt she was intentionally avoiding my
burning feelings.
[The End]

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