My wife's best friend became my long-term sex partner.

Ling is my wife's best friend; they were college classmates.
Ling and my wife are not only friends, but Ling and I are also casual sex partners. I'm also friends with her husband, Feng. In short, the relationship between our two families is quite unusual. We often visit each other's homes, have meals together, or go to the island for tea and games like "Dou Dizhu" (a card game). Our relationship is ambiguous and hard to define. Enough of the other details, let me tell you about Ling and me! Fellow wolves, please be patient and don't think I'm being long-winded.
Part One:
How We Met. It's a long story, but it all started in 1997. That year, I was a sophomore in college, and my current wife and I had already established a relationship—in other words, I had already slept
with her. Gradually, I also got to know her roommates. Ling lived in the upper bunk of my wife's apartment. I first met her in the cafeteria at my wife's school. I was stunned. She had the quintessential Jiangnan beauty—petite and exquisite, with a great figure, all the right curves (I'll elaborate later), fair skin, pure and lovely, giving off a clean and refreshing vibe.
A lunch brought us together, and it was this lunch that led to everything that happened over the next ten years.
Part Two: Getting to Know Each Other.
Our first meeting sent a shiver down my spine. Having grown up surrounded by girls from the North, I finally understood the concept of a "Jiangnan beauty" from books.
Because I'd become familiar with the auntie guarding the girls' dormitory, I could frequently enter and leave the dormitory. Being a thoughtful man, I had to get lunch for my wife every day, haha! This increased my opportunities to meet and interact with Ling.
My wife didn't notice my feelings for Ling, and I didn't overtly express my lewd thoughts, but honestly, I really wanted to take Ling as my concubine.
With more connections, we started communicating and exchanging ideas, and I gradually got to know Ling better. We often went out to parties, karaoke, and dinners with the girls from her dorm, and Ling and I became friends.
I learned she was from Hangzhou, and her family wasn't well-off; her parents ran a small business, and she had a younger brother, etc. Occasionally, I'd get information about Ling from my wife. Because my wife and I were relatively well-off compared to Ling, and my wife was a kind-hearted person, we often indirectly helped Ling without her knowledge, and this also created a threat for her.
III. The Warming of Feelings
So, Ling and I had known each other for over two years. Then came the winter of '99. That winter was very cold, and we were about to have our winter break. I remember that during that winter break, the most talked-about topic was that we would graduate and do internships the following year.
Graduation was fast approaching, and many called this year the "year of breakups." Couples were everywhere on campus, weeping and wailing. My wife and I, however, weren't affected. We had both decided to stay in Beijing, and I had almost secured a job, while my wife's family had found her a stable position.
The entire campus was immersed in the pain of breakups. Just then, Ling encountered a problem: her father was diagnosed with a terminal illness and needed to return home immediately. Before this, Ling had told us she wasn't going home for the Spring Festival due to financial difficulties and wanted to find an internship to gain experience and increase her income to ease her parents' burden. But then came the devastating news. Ling had no friends, no boyfriend; her only confidants were my wife and me.
My wife asked me to buy Ling's train ticket for that evening. I remember it was very cold that day, and it snowed heavily. My wife took leave for Ling, and since she had classes, the task of taking Ling to the train station fell to me. To be honest, after knowing Ling for over two years, this was the first time we had spent alone together. At that moment, I had no other thoughts, only sadness. I was heartbroken for Ling.
I remember it clearly: I took bus 375 from school to Xizhimen, and then the subway from Xizhimen to Beijing Railway Station. Ling didn't say a word the whole way. When we arrived at Beijing Railway Station and came out of the subway exit, she said to me, "I originally wanted to stay in Beijing, but now it seems things might change. I wish you and your wife happiness!" At the same time, she made a request that warmed my heart: she asked me to hug her tightly, that she wanted to feel warm in my arms.
She stayed quietly in my arms for a full five minutes. I knew that at that moment she needed warmth and care. Let me clarify that I had no ulterior motives at that moment. Although I could feel the outline of her not-so-full breasts under my tight embrace, all I could do was offer comfort.
After seeing Ling off, I felt cold and empty inside. I didn't know what to do or say anything. I stood in the snow…
IV. We Both Got Married
A year after graduation, my wife and I got married. Ling, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, called to tell us she was coming to our wedding and that she was going to come back to Beijing to develop her career. My wife and I were very happy.
Ling returned and quickly married Feng, who had pursued her for many years during her university years. Later, I learned that her father passed away shortly after returning to Hangzhou. To avoid upsetting her mother, she stayed with her for over a year. However, due to financial pressure—the family's main source of income was gone, her younger brother needed money for school, and her mother's health wasn't good—she had no choice but to return to Beijing. There, she had familiar friends and more career opportunities.
Upon returning, she first found a job in our field. Although the work was hard, the pay was good, as our major was highly sought after at the time.
And Feng, who had pursued her for so many years, had become her husband. I also know Ling's husband; he's a year ahead of me, and his father is a leader in our industry's supervisory unit. I know that she chose him for career reasons; otherwise, they would have gotten together back then, instead of now.
Fifth, my wife's best friend became my casual sex partner.
As mentioned above, our families have a close relationship due to our shared alma mater. Now that our lives and careers are stable, perhaps the old saying is true: "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." My desire for Ling has become even stronger, and sometimes when I'm making love with my wife, Ling's image fills my mind.
We're both in our thirties now. The country girl from back then has, after so many years of growth and improved financial situation, become even more womanly and charming. I guarantee that now, she gets more attention on the street. She's the kind of woman who grows on you; the more you look, the more attractive she becomes. Heaven always grants the wishes of some lucky people; what you think about comes to pass. Opportunities arise
, but it's up to you to seize them. Although I'm filled with fantasies about Ling, I don't know what she thinks. Although she asked me to hug her, it's a special time, so I dare not act rashly. If something goes wrong, it will hurt four people and two families.
In the summer of 2003, my wife went on a business trip. One day, I had lunch with clients and drank too much. I don't even know how I got home. In my hazy state, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't know where I was, but looking around, I realized I was home.
I staggered to my room and opened the door. It was Ling. My wife, who was on a business trip, had received a call from a colleague saying I was drunk and vomiting badly. She was worried and asked Ling to come over.
After opening the door, I greeted her and staggered back to bed, though I was already somewhat sober. Ling came in and started cleaning up; I had vomited all over the floor. Then she made me some hangover soup. Lying in bed, I was filled with anxiety and conflicting thoughts. I knew my chance had come, but I also had many concerns. I thought a lot, having a fierce internal struggle. Finally, I made a decisive decision: a real man should be bold and decisive. At worst, I could just attribute it all to being drunk and acting inappropriately…
Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, Ling brought a hangover soup to the bedside. I continued to pretend to be drunk, and Ling fed me spoonful by spoonful, while I gradually mustered my courage. I placed my hand on Ling's leg, but she didn't react. I grew bolder and reached further in. She was wearing an A-line skirt, and I quickly reached the hem. She pushed my hand away with her hand. I didn't say anything, and neither did she, but we resisted with our actions.
Seeing that she didn't react too strongly, I became even bolder. I simply jumped up and hugged her tightly. She resisted, but she was a woman after all, and I was so determined. I held her tightly, just like before. The only difference was that before, she left me after the hug, but today she was going to be my slave.
Slowly, she stopped resisting. I held her and kissed her fragrant lips passionately, my tongue wanting to go down her throat. She tried her best to keep her mouth closed, preventing my tongue from entering, but my tongue, honed over the years, was like a sharp sword; how could she possibly resist? Gradually, she began to reciprocate.
I gently carried Ling to the bed, and we kissed passionately, as if we wanted to devour each other. I slowly removed her top and skirt. So many years had passed, and back then I could only feel the outline of Ling's breasts through my chest. Today, I finally saw them. I used to think that southern girls weren't very voluptuous, but now I know it wasn't due to the region, but because we were both wearing cotton-padded coats.
Imagine, gentlemen, I could still feel the outline of her breasts through two layers of cotton-padded coats; what would it look like without any obstruction? Hehe! Yes, it's wonderful! The shape, color, feel, and texture are all so excellent. I'm so happy!
I sucked hard on this masterpiece of nature. I finally experienced the skin of people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang—so delicate and fair! It's wonderful, so perfect! I carefully admired every inch of Ling's skin, every naturally beautiful spot. I couldn't wait any longer, so I forcefully entered her, trying various positions and angles... I won't describe them in detail here; everyone's experience is the same, yet different.
We reached climax together, and I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, she cleaned up the mess, still without saying a word, and left. From the moment she entered until she left, she didn't utter a single word, not even a soft "hmm" in bed. I only sensed her climax from the spasms in her body.
I don't know why, but I just watched her leave with tears in her eyes.
VI. We continued this blissful
state for a week. My wife returned, and during this time, I hadn't contacted Ling at all. To thank Ling for taking care of me, and to show off the new clothes and cosmetics she had just brought back from out of town, my wife couldn't wait to contact Ling and arranged for Ling and Feng to have dinner at our house that evening.
The couple arrived as promised. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Ling. I didn't dare look her in the eye, but Ling acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with my wife, even talking about how pathetic I looked that day, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. In short, it felt like I was dreaming, and Ling only appeared in my dream.
The next day at noon, after finishing my work, I sent Ling a text message: "If it's convenient, meet at Shangdao near the company at 2 pm." Our companies were very close, and the "Shangdao" I mentioned was a place where the four of us often played "Dou Dizhu" (a popular card game).
Five minutes later, I received a reply: "Okay."
When I arrived at the place, Ling was already there, having ordered her favorite cappuccino and sitting there reading a magazine. I saw her from afar and walked towards her seat. Shangdao is very private, which is why I chose this place.
I was very direct and asked her directly about what happened that day. She just said I was drunk and that she didn't blame me, but I could sense something from that. I told her that I had harbored feelings for her and fantasies about her since college, but due to the passage of time and the current relationship between our families, I had been controlling my fantasies and feelings. But that day, I simply couldn't control myself, so…
Unexpectedly, she said that from that hug at the train station in the cold winter, she had also felt admiration and gratitude towards me. After all, at that time, I was the only one who helped her! It's easy for a woman to develop a hero at that time. But because of her relationship with my wife, she had been controlling herself for so many years. She came to our wedding with conflicted feelings, and then chose Feng with conflicted feelings. Only then did I realize that it was all related to me!
She said that in recent years, she had never felt that way about Feng, as if she had been transported back to that cold winter. That day, she desperately wanted to say to me, "Can you come back to Hangzhou with me?" But she knew I didn't belong to her. If it were someone else, perhaps she would have tried to win them over, but her opponent was her best friend, a friend who had given her so much help and support. She couldn't do that, and that's why she left in tears that day.
I suddenly realized, all these years, all these things between her and me... there were so many "whys." It seems fate not only gives people opportunities, but also plays tricks on them!
I took Ling's hand and left the island, going to a nearby hotel. Of course, we made love again. I smelled her body fragrance, felt her warmth, felt every spasm of her skin...
Even now, we've maintained this relationship. We rarely talk about feelings; we only meet occasionally. Our two families maintain this relationship. We can face our families openly. She truly became my "after-dinner drink," and we agreed to continue like this until we can't do it anymore.
(We never use condoms. I don't like it, and neither does she. She said, "That's a waste of ammunition. Ammunition should be used where it's needed.")

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