A vague account of the rape of a friend's wife

One weekend, near the end of my workday, I received a call from my wife. She said she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The child was staying with her mother, and she told me not to wait for her. I mumbled something and hung up. 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 was in her early thirties, a year older than me, so my wife and I both called her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she had given birth, but her figure was still like that of a young unmarried woman. She had fair skin, wasn't very tall, but was very beautiful. Especially when she wore low-rise pants, the curves of her lower body were exposed. Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her, though I always felt ashamed before my friends and my wife. Yet, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed, which doubled my excitement. Naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.
I don't know what time it was, but I was interrupted by my wife getting into bed, lost in my fantasies. My throbbing erection from the previous fantasy compelled me to embrace my wife's back, one hand gently caressing her breasts, the other stroking her genitals.
"Stop it, I want to sleep!" my wife said, slightly annoyed.
"What's wrong? Who provoked you again? I don't care if I play or not!" I was quite angry. My good mood was suddenly dampened. I simply didn't say anything, got up, put on my clothes, and drove out of the community. On the
way, I didn't know where to go. I happened to see a prominent advertisement for an adult store on the roadside. It read: "No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity!" Intrigued, I realized 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 seeing this advertisement, I was curious to see if I could get away with it. Since it was near my neighborhood, I wanted to avoid running into acquaintances. I drove all the way to the city center before finding another store that sold them. I parked, but didn't rush in. I observed first, feeling a little embarrassed since it was my first time in such a store. The man inside was a middle-aged man around forty, so I decided to go in.
"Sir, do you have that thing advertised outside? Does it work?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible to avoid running into anyone I knew.
"Is it the man or the woman who's cold?" the middle-aged man asked me rather gently.
"Um, it's the woman."
"Oh, you can try this, it's not expensive, only 100 yuan." The man turned around and put a bag on the counter. Maybe I thought it was cheap,
or maybe I was too nervous, but I put the money down, took the bag, and quickly left the store. Once in the car, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if I had just completed a difficult task. I was alone in the car, and now I could open it and slowly see what was inside. I had just put the bag on my lap when my eyes lit up. I saw a familiar figure, a pert chest, a high, round bottom—such a familiar figure, it was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, it was no mistake, it was her! My sex goddess! She was wearing a light-colored fitted 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 of it, 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 realized she seemed to have been drinking; her fair face was flushed. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and her expression immediately cleared, and she smiled: "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."
"Let's go home! I'll take you!" I said, anxiously waiting for her reply.
Perhaps to avoid trouble, she straightened up and looked around. It seemed late, and a taxi hadn't arrived, so she said, "Oh, thank you for your help." Sister Zhao
got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. She put her things in the back seat, and I smelled a faint perfume on her. I glanced at her and noticed 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 noticed, I decided to change the subject and started saying something unrelated: "You didn't drive out today, huh?" But
Sister Zhao didn't answer me. She glanced to the side. Usually, our two families would go out together, and 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 and didn't notice me talking to her. So, we didn't say another word in the car. After about ten minutes, the car stopped downstairs at her apartment building. I offered to take her home, but she said no. I was still worried: "You've been drinking, let me take 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 worried.
"He's away on a business trip." I
think I know where the problem lies. Jia often uses business trips as an excuse to mess around with other women, and Sister Zhao must have found out. Now I realized there's nothing I can do to help, so I'd better avoid the situation and answer her questions later. I quickly said, "Okay, I'll go back now. You should get some rest too."
Sister Zhao got out of the car, took something from the back seat, and swayed into the building.
I started the car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had imagined tonight as a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly. About five
minutes later, my phone rang. I saw it was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone. I wondered if she hadn't gone home and wanted me to keep her company. Thinking this, I quickly answered, but her voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear her clearly. I told her to speak louder, and I pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are all asleep, so I can't speak loudly. I think I took your things home."
"Oh, never mind, I'll come back another day. It's not anything important." Hearing that, I couldn't help but feel disappointed again.
"No, I also wanted to trouble you to check my computer. I can't get online." r! n) l# s4 j5 o2 i
I glanced at my watch; it was already 2:30. I wanted to decline the call to go home and sleep, but remembering Sister Zhao's sexy blouse, I agreed to come to her house immediately. 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 worried that waking them up might lead to suspicions about 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 arrived at her and Jia's bedroom. That's when 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 fell to the ground with a whoosh, spilling its contents everywhere. That's when I realized what was inside: a black beanie, the kind often seen in police dramas, one that covers the entire face except for the eyes and mouth; two pairs of handcuffs; and a knife. This startled me, and Sister Zhao, also sobered up a bit, took a step back, and hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?" "
I...I don't know!" I stammered, unsure how to explain.
"I was so envious of your loving relationship today, but I never imagined you'd be a man who would betray your family!" After saying this, Sister Zhao's eyes reddened, and she choked up. "
No, I... I..." I knew that if I didn't clarify things 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 the adult store. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me; if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't believe it either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, pack the package 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 go to the bathroom.
"Wait a moment before you leave, otherwise the old man will misunderstand," Sister Zhao said, and then said nothing more. We both listened quietly to the sounds outside the door. A
while later, Jia's father finished using the restroom and 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 little drunk, 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 internet equipment was broken. So, we sat in the room, waiting. After a while, Sister Zhao suddenly spoke: "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." As she spoke, her body trembled violently with low sobs. I quickly got up to get her some tissues and repeatedly comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, 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, wanting to look at the things in my bag. When I felt her supple body press 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?"
"Hehe, the knife's 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 be in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Try it on." I didn't think much of it and put the hat on. It probably really did look a bit menacing, because I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. Feeling a surge of triumph, I took the knife and whispered to her, "Hehe, little sister, hand over the money!" She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw tears welling up in her eyes again. I... 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 again from crying, out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from shrinking away. Unexpectedly, she rested her head on my shoulder, tears dripping onto me, and I could feel their warmth. I thought, let her have a good cry. It would be alright, but gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, trembling with her sobs. This friction made my lower body 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 I casually slipped my hand onto her abdomen while offering words of comfort. 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 my hand to her breasts and gently massaged them, whispering against her face, "I've actually always had a crush on you, and I feel bad when you're sad!" Then I gently kissed her lips again. Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience in married life, I knew she wouldn't refuse my further advances at this point. So I
gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, but I could smell her unique, faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with the tip of 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 I continued to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my right hand inside her shirt. Unexpectedly, Sister Zhao... Her skin was so smooth. My hand slipped under her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing up her bra, I finally touched her soft breasts. Although my wife was three years younger than Sister Zhao, at this moment, Sister Zhao's body felt fresher, and her breasts, unlike those of a woman who had given birth, weren't saggy but full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The instant I touched her breasts, her body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft "mmm, mmm" moan. I whispered, "I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" Then I intertwined my tongue with hers, swallowing our shared saliva.
She still had her eyes closed, but her increasingly swaying body told me that she was already aroused. I began to gently rub her left breast in a circular motion. At this moment, I could clearly feel that her nipple was erect and firm from excitement. I changed the caressing of my palm 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, and I knelt on the bed, my knees pressing against her genitals. I whispered sorry to her 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. At this moment, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for many years finally jumped before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two brown nipples standing high. She no longer hid her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," and her hands were trembling slightly. I then 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 very straight. Suddenly, I felt something warm against her knee. I moved my leg back and touched it with my hand; my palm was covered in a sticky liquid. She was already so wet down there, her underwear soaked through, 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, already flushed from drinking, became even hotter.
I felt it was time, so I sat up on her thighs and started to pull down her underwear. But suddenly, she grabbed my waistband with both hands and cried out softly, "No, don't do this!" I hesitated. Maybe I was really 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 repeatedly pleading, "Forgive me! Just this once!" I firmly pried her fingers apart. It seemed she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps she was afraid of alerting those outside. Soon she gave up resisting, covering her face with her hands, as if she was about to cry 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. 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 and 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 the pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with gushing fluid. The color of her labia was much lighter than my wife's, appearing very vibrant. This color made me wonder how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so few sexual partners 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 simply couldn't do that. I was blinded by lust. At that moment… I lost patience staring at that fleshy crevice. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my engorged penis into her vagina. But she tried to resist again, pushing my body away and swaying her lower body from side to side. My penis couldn't fit into her vagina, so I moved my hands from her waist to her buttocks, pulling her lower body closer to me. This allowed my penis to smoothly reach her vulva. Thanks to the lubrication, although she resisted, my entire penis slid in easily. Then, she started moving further down the bed, and my penis slipped out again. At that moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me… Tears streamed down her face. She started shaking her head and whispering to me, I could roughly hear her saying things like "no," "can't," and so on. Her mouth was completely shut, trying to suppress her sobs. I felt a pang of pity; this kind of reaction from a woman was actually a way of showing she wasn't a cheap, shameless person. But her wet vagina was beckoning me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—to act on physical pleasure or to remain morally rational. My glans had already entered once; I couldn't give up now. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation. My penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. I repeatedly apologized while intensifying my assault. "Bang!" I was startled. She had been pulling back, her head hitting the headboard. She had 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 in, and finally, for the first time, I truly made love to the woman I had longed for all these years
. As if realizing the seriousness of the situation, Sister Zhao was about to push me away when it seemed the noise had attracted Jia's father's attention outside. He appeared to have left the television and was walking 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 I 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 no movement, Jia's father went back to the living room to watch the World Cup. Now, Sister Zhao dared not act recklessly anymore, and 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 I had reached my friend's wife's cervix. Each thrust touched the head of my penis. At this point, I no longer cared about the "three shallow, one deep" rule, thrusting in to the very root each time… *smack*… *smack*… and Sister Zhao began to make "coughing" sounds under my continuous assault. Her hands, which had been pushing against me, began to grip me tightly, while her hips 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 about to ejaculate. I thought to myself, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I ejaculated now, Sister Zhao would think I'm no match for Jia! But Sister Zhao's vagina was very tight, and penetration was too stimulating. I had to stop my vigorous thrusting and begin… I slowly and rhythmically inserted myself, rubbing the small fleshy bumps on her G-spots as hard as I could. Watching her hips move faster and faster, her face growing hotter, her lips slightly pursed, her breathing labored, her lips tightening, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed Zhao Jie down on top of me; under my weight, her breathing became rapid and disordered, her body tensing. Finally, after a violent shudder, Zhao Jie coiled herself around me, clinging for a long time. Seeing that she 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, reaching her deepest depths. She felt the warmth of my sperm… her lower body began to contract rhythmically; her cervix, as if naturally thirsting for this strong, hot semen, began to convulse.
I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back. I noticed she still had her eyes closed; she had barely opened 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 bother her any further. Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now devoid of passion, was a mess. Her pubic hair was soaked with large clumps 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, threw away the pillowcase, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned to her side, her back to me. I think she might be hoping this was a dream. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until almost dawn to make sure no one was outside before quietly leaving.
Having experienced this night, I felt the most pleasurable sex in the world—the thrill of completely captivating another man's woman, both physically and emotionally.

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