My friend's wife, how can I possibly repay your love?

My friend's wife, how can I possibly love you?
Just before I was about to leave work, my wife called, saying she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The kids were spending the weekend with their mother, 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, whom my friend Jia's wife. She's in her early thirties, and because she's a year older than me, my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao.

Like my wife, she's also 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 felt guilty towards my friends and my wife, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed. This made me even more excited, and naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.

I don't know what time it was, but my wife's movement to get into bed interrupted my reverie. My throbbing erection made me hug my wife's back, one hand gently caressing her breasts, the other stroking her genitals.

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

"What's wrong? Who bothered you again?" I was quite angry, my good mood suddenly dampened. I simply got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood.

When you're feeling down, you naturally go to a bar for a drink first. I drove to the bar district in the city center, and as I was about to park, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye—a prominent chest, a high, round buttocks, such a familiar figure. My intuition told me it was Sister Zhao! I looked closer, and there was no mistake, it was her! My sex goddess! She was wearing a light-colored fitted blouse and a brown pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags.

She looked like she had 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 might have been drinking; her once fair face was now flushed.

After a while, she recognized me, her puzzled expression instantly vanishing, and she laughed, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

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

She hesitated for a moment, straightened up, looked around, and seeing no taxis, said, "Oh, thank you." As

soon as Sister Zhao got into the car, the pungent smell of perfume and alcohol hit me, making me uncomfortable, but I couldn't show it, so I just had to bear it.

Sister Zhao put her things in the back seat and then sat in the front passenger seat.

I glanced at her sideways 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.

Luckily, she had been drinking and didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect, painfully pressing against my pants.

I quickly changed the subject and started making small talk: "Didn't you drive today?" Sister Zhao didn't answer.

I felt a little awkward because we usually went out together as a family, and this was the first time it had happened just the two of us. Plus, she might have something on her mind and hadn't noticed me talking to her.

So, we didn't say anything more in the car.

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: "You've had a bit to drink, let me walk you up!" "Really, no need, I can manage by myself, really."

As she spoke, I noticed she was very downcast, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought it was for the best; it would be difficult for her to vent if I were there.

"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 seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to mess around with other women, and Sister Zhao must have found out.

Now I felt there was nothing I could do to help, so I quickly avoided the situation, lest I have trouble answering later.

I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go back now. You should get some rest too."

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

I also headed home, feeling a sense of loss. I had hoped tonight would be a romantic encounter, but unfortunately, it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. It was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone.

I wondered, hadn't she gone home? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking of this, I quickly answered, only to hear her voice very soft.

I didn't quite hear her, so I pulled over, turned off the engine, and told her to speak louder. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are asleep, so I can't speak loudly. Could you help me?" "Oh, what's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to ask you to check my computer; I can't get online."

I glanced at my watch—it was already 2:30! I was thinking of declining so I could go home and sleep, but remembering Sister Zhao's sexy shirt, I agreed to come right away.

Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to suspect something when they saw a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night.

I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

When I arrived at Sister Zhao's house and went upstairs, she had already opened the door. Sister Zhao was probably busy working on the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes.

We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom.

It was just the two of us in the room. Perhaps because I was lost in thought, I felt a little awkward. Although my hands were on the computer, my mind was preoccupied with how to hold her. So, after struggling for a while, I not only failed to get it right, but also broke out in a sweat due to my guilty conscience.

"Forget it, if you can't do it right, just give up. Don't keep you from getting home,"

Sister Zhao said apologetically, urging me to give up.

"No, I can't let you down,"

I said, actually trying to stall for time. Although I knew nothing would happen, I just wanted to stay a little longer and indulge in my fantasies.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that complicated. I made you stay so long and can't get home,"

Sister Zhao said, sounding even more guilty after hearing my reply.

I suddenly thought of taking the opportunity to provoke her, so I said, "It's my fault for being so stupid. If it were Jia, she wouldn't have kept you from going online."

After saying this, I deliberately looked back, and sure enough, Sister Zhao's eyes immediately reddened, tears welling up in them.

But she still tried to change the subject, saying to me, "I've recently become addicted to playing cards online, but there's no rush, you can take your time."

I could hear a lump in her throat as she spoke.

I pretended not to hear and continued, "I envy Jia for finding such a good woman like you, so understanding. No wonder Jia loves you so much."

Sister Zhao stopped talking.

I knew why; she had already started crying quietly behind me.

Just then, we heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the bathroom.

"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 bathroom and turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me it was the World Cup at 3 PM tonight, so 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 know what to say, and I wasn't in the mood for the computer either. So, we just sat there, waiting.

I don't know how much time passed, but Sister Zhao suddenly asked me, "Are you really envious of Jia and me?" "Yes, especially envious of Jia for having such a wonderful woman like you,"

I replied emotionally, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to ease a little.

"Jia is nothing compared to you."

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly with soft sobs.

I quickly grabbed some tissues for her and whispered words of comfort, telling her not to be too upset, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father outside heard.

After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she took the initiative to sit down next to me, showing me the things she'd bought that day, asking me what I thought of this and that.

When her supple body touched me, my whole body went limp, except for one spot that seemed to harden.

She took out the clothes she'd bought and held them up to show me, and I nodded in approval from time to time, which made her smile happily, but I could still see how unhappy she was in her eyes.

She kept pulling things out of the bag to show me, and perhaps because she'd been drinking, she didn't look closely before pulling out a bra, and Sister Zhao's face immediately flushed with embarrassment.

I was also embarrassed by this sudden situation, but I immediately snatched it from her hand, put it on my head, and made a face at her.

It must have looked quite funny, because she finally couldn't help but laugh.

This was the first time I'd seen her happy that evening. For a moment, she was so beautiful and captivating that I was mesmerized.

When she noticed my unwavering gaze, she instantly lowered her head in embarrassment and fell silent. I saw tears welling up in her eyes again.

Thinking I'd been rude, I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to make you laugh with a joke."

But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head.

I didn't know if she was ignoring me or not blaming me; I could only feel her body trembling again from crying.

I gently patted her shoulder, signaling her to cheer up, but she immediately buried her face in my shoulder, tears dripping onto me. Through my clothes, I could feel the warmth of her tears on my shoulder.

I thought, let her have a good cry, and she'll feel better.

Because she was so close, her breasts were pressed against my chest, and the sobs caused her breasts to tremble rhythmically. This friction made me uncontrollably hard.

She didn't notice my change, and instead began whispering about Jia having affairs.

I wasn't listening anymore; all I wanted was to feel her soft breasts pressed against mine.

I asked myself, was this an opportunity? I wanted to push her down immediately, but I didn't dare to act rashly. So, pretending to be casual, I slipped my hand from her shoulder to her abdomen while offering words of comfort.

She seemed oblivious, still murmuring.

I started to try to be more audacious, gently rubbing her lower abdomen and lowering my face, trying to get as close to her lips as possible, making sure it all looked natural and unintentional.

I said softly, "Don't be too sad, he doesn't deserve this!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I lightly kissed her cheek, almost a kiss.

She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing no resistance, I was unexpectedly delighted and boldly moved my hand to her breasts.

She still didn't resist.

I began to slowly and gently caress her breasts, whispering against her face, "You are the most beautiful woman, I don't want you to be sad!" I then lightly touched her lips.

Although Sister Zhao's eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid.

Based on my years of experience with my wife, I knew she wouldn't refuse further action, so I gently pressed my lips to hers.

She wasn't wearing lipstick, and although she smelled of alcohol, I could still smell her faint lip fragrance.

I slowly parted her lips with my tongue, touching her teeth.

Would she suddenly refuse? I didn't know.

I continued to push my tongue deeper, and soon it easily parted her white teeth.

Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. While continuing to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my hand inside her blouse. I hadn't expected Sister Zhao's skin to be so smooth.

My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing up her bra, I finally touched her warm breasts.

Her body visibly trembled, and she let out soft moans.

My wife was three years younger than Sister Zhao, but I found Sister Zhao's body more refreshing, and her breasts, unlike those of women who had given birth, were firm and elastic, filling my entire hand.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" I whispered, then intertwined my tongue with hers, exchanging saliva.

Although Sister Zhao's eyes were closed, her increasingly throbbing body told me that she was already aroused.

I began to gently massage her left breast in a circular motion until the nipple gradually became excited and erect. I then changed the caress of my palm to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger, and then gently laid the now restless Sister Zhao flat on the bed, while I knelt on the bed, pressing my knee against her genitals.

I kept whispering apologies 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.

Then, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for years finally appeared before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two pink nipples standing erect.

She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," her hands trembling helplessly on the bed.

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 began to squeeze together, and her toes were pointed very straight.

Suddenly, I felt something warm against my knee. I moved my leg back and touched it; my fingers were immediately covered in a sticky liquid. She was so wet down there, not only soaking her underwear but also my pants.

Excitedly, I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're leaking!"

She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment.

I felt it was time, so I reached under her skirt to try and take off her panties.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed my hands and whispered, "No, no!" I hesitated. What was I doing? I shouldn't be doing this to Sister Zhao.

But the woman I'd dreamed of for years was now lying half-naked in front of me. Unwilling to give up, I repeatedly pleaded, "Forgive me! Just this once!" while ignoring her grip on my hands and pulling her panties down her legs.

It seemed she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps afraid of alerting those outside, she quickly gave up, covering her face with her hands and crying again. But at this point, I had no intention of comforting her. Like a wild beast, I savagely tore at her panties.

When I pulled them down to her knees, I saw that they were white. I found the zipper on the side of her skirt. I suddenly held my breath, because I was about to see my friend's wife's most private parts! The skirt zipper wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined, but Sister Zhao pressed her buttocks down, making removing the skirt somewhat difficult and slow.

After a brief struggle, as her skirt was pulled up, her entire mysterious triangle was fully revealed before me.

I was ecstatic; my heart pounded wildly, and a powerful sense of possessive pleasure filled me with indescribable ecstasy! The body I had fantasized about every night for years, the secret I had never dreamed of, was now laid bare before me.

In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly stripped her of all her clothes. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now completely exposed.

Sister Zhao possessed such a perfect figure, her skin so fair and flawless, smooth and hairless from thighs to calves. The pubic hair at her vulva was neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, but sparser than my wife's. Her abdomen felt soft and comfortable to the touch.

Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were truly beautiful, the pink nipples erect as if beckoning me to kiss them. Her

fair buttocks, having given birth, were very full, making one unconsciously want to caress them.

I slowly parted her tightly closed legs, and a gentle, tangy scent from her genitals washed over me.

A pink slit appeared between the dark pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with her gushing fluids.

Her labia were a much lighter shade than my wife's, appearing very fresh and alluring. This made me wonder, didn't Sister Zhao and Jia have a lot of sex? At this point, I want to say that, according to many descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc., but in reality, given the situation, I simply couldn't do that.

I was blinded by lust, and I lost patience with that slit. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my engorged penis into her vagina.

But then she tried to resist me 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, bringing her lower body closer to me. This way, my penis finally touched her vulva.

Because of the lubrication, although she resisted, my glans entered smoothly.

Then, she began to move backward, and my glans slipped out again.

At that moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears streamed down her face.

She began to shake her head and whisper to me; I could roughly hear her saying things like "No, I can't," her mouth completely clenched to prevent her from crying too loudly.

I felt a pang of pity; this reaction from a woman was actually a way of showing that she wasn't a cheap or shameless person.

But her moist vagina was also beckoning me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—should they act according to the pleasure of their body, or 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.

Amidst repeated apologies, I intensified my assault.

"Bang!" I was startled; she had pulled back repeatedly, her head hitting the headboard.

She was probably frightened, and her resistance stopped.

But as I stopped, my penis was fully inserted into her vagina, and then 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 sound had attracted Jia's father's attention outside, I heard footsteps; he left the television and walked towards Jia's room.

Neither Sister Zhao nor I dared to move.

She closed her eyes even tighter, her nostrils flared, and held her breath.

My penis remained inside her vagina, allowing me to feel Sister Zhao's tight, gripping flesh around my penis—a beautiful cavern much tighter than my wife's, just as I had seen from the color of her labia earlier.

I guessed that because Jia was promiscuous outside, she rarely made love to Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing no further movement, Jia's father returned to the living room sofa to watch the World Cup.

Now, Sister Zhao dared not act recklessly anymore and could only let me enjoy myself on her.

I thrust my penis deep into her vagina with all my might. Because of our position, I could penetrate very deeply; I felt it reach her cervix, each thrust touching the head of my penis.

At this point, I couldn't care less about gentlemanly manners and savagely plunged in to the hilt, *slap...slap...

* Sister Zhao began to make "cough, cough" sounds as I continued my relentless assault. Her hands, which had been pushing against me, now gripped me tightly, while her hips moved up and down against my penis.

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

I thought to myself, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I did, Sister Zhao would think I was no match for her! But Sister Zhao's vagina was already very tight, and penetration was incredibly stimulating. I had to stop my vigorous thrusting and began to slowly and rhythmically insert, trying to rub the rings of flesh inside her vagina as hard as possible.

As Zhao Jie began to take the initiative, her hips moved faster and faster, her body tensing, her face growing increasingly hot, her lips slightly pursed, and she breathing heavily, her lips clenching tighter and tighter.

I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed myself against her, showing no mercy to her lower body, thrusting my hips slowly but gradually faster, savagely penetrating her vagina.

Finally, Zhao Jie's entire body suddenly coiled around me, her breathing rapid and disordered, her whole body trembling violently, and she didn't release herself for a long time.

Seeing that Zhao Jie had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting my body forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. "Ah..." Thick, hot semen shot through my glans, spraying straight into her deepest depths.

She felt the temperature of my semen... her lower body began to contract rhythmically, her cervix seemingly craving this strong, hot semen, and began to twitch.

I laid Zhao Jie flat on her back.

She lay completely limp on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her vulva, now devoid of passion, was a mess; her pubic hair was soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and a pale 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 to her side, her back to me.

I noticed that Sister Zhao barely opened her eyes throughout the entire process, perhaps unsure how to face the reality of what had happened that night.

I didn't disturb her and quietly put on my clothes.

As dawn approached, after confirming no one was outside, I quietly left.

Having experienced that night, I felt the most pleasurable sex in the world—the thrill of completely captivating another man's woman, both physically and emotionally.

After realizing my sexual fantasies in real life, I returned home the next morning. Because of the World Cup, my wife didn't suspect much that I hadn't come home all night, and I went to bed with lingering excitement.

Lying in bed, unable to fall asleep immediately, I looked at my genitals, still wet with the sour smell of secretions from Sister Zhao's pink vagina, and my lower body became engorged and swollen again.

Recalling Sister Zhao crying beneath me, I masturbated again, finally falling asleep from exhaustion.

Perhaps out of guilt, I didn't contact the couple again. I should have been content to have gotten the woman of my dreams, and I genuinely hoped it would only happen once. I even regretted what I did to Sister Zhao.

But for some reason, I still had a strong desire to possess Sister Zhao again; it was a long, agonizing ordeal.

Finally, more than a month later, Jia called me.

To be honest, seeing the caller ID, I was a little hesitant to answer, but since the problem had arisen, I had to face it. It was better than him coming to my door and causing trouble. At that moment, I could only take it one step at a time, thinking of various explanations as I nervously answered the phone.

Jia sounded very happy; it turned out he wanted to invite me out for drinks.

I readily agreed, but on the way there, I was constantly on edge, wondering if he was pretending nothing was wrong and tricking me into going out to kill me. I don't even remember how I got to the bar. When I met him, I couldn't tell anything from his expression. I sat down nervously, glancing around at any suspicious people.

Jia didn't notice my actions. He quietly whispered in my ear, "I've arranged to meet a real beauty tonight. She'll be here soon, haha, let her open your eyes!" I smiled insincerely and played along, but then I saw Sister Zhao walk in angrily from the crowd.

My heart sank. It was over; she must have told Jia.

Just then, Jia suddenly said to me, "Oh no, why is this ugly woman here?" As he spoke, Sister Zhao walked to our table, saying nothing to Jia.

Jia calmly asked her, "Why did you follow me here?" "I should be asking you why you're here!" Sister Zhao retorted angrily, clearly furious.

"It's normal for men to go out drinking!" Jia said, glancing sideways at his watch. I knew he was worried about what to do when another woman arrived.

"Great! I'll drink too!" Sister Zhao said, taking a big gulp of the whiskey she had ordered.

I thought Jia might stop her, but instead, he poured himself a glass and wanted to toast her.

Seeing this, I didn't know how to persuade her, and could only watch how things unfolded.

Before she could finish her fourth drink, Sister Zhao reluctantly closed her eyes and slumped onto the table, fast asleep.

Coincidentally, just then, a fashionable woman came up to us. Jia immediately perked up, stood up, grabbed the woman, and whispered something in her ear.

The woman immediately pushed him away, embarrassed, and said, "You're so lecherous."

Then, seeing the woman slumped on the table, she asked, "Who is she?" Before I could answer, Jia quickly interrupted, "Her, her! She's my friend's wife!" He then winked at me.

I immediately understood his meaning and replied, "Yes, she's my wife, haha."

But women's intuition is stronger, and the woman looked at Jia and then at me with suspicion, remaining silent, probably pondering our scheme.

Jia reacted quickly and said to me, "Look at your wife, she's drunk like this, you should go home."

Although I understood what he meant, how could I go home with her? Where would we go? I looked at Jia with a frustrated expression. Jia was anxious, afraid that the woman would see through my act, and kept winking at me, signaling me to leave. I had no choice but to make a gesture as if I wanted to carry Sister Zhao, and Jia quickly nodded slightly.

I knew how anxious he was, so I had no choice but to try to help Sister Zhao up. But a completely drunk person is as heavy as a rock, and I couldn't make any big movements to touch Sister Zhao's body in front of Jia. After a long time, I still couldn't get Sister Zhao up.

The woman who had come to find Jia finally spoke up: "Jia, why don't you help your friend?"

Jia seemed relieved and happily said, "Okay, I'll help him get to the car, he'll be here in a bit."

Even though there were two of us, we still struggled to carry Sister Zhao to the parking lot.

I asked Jia, "What do we do now? Should we wait for you here?" "No way, we finally managed to get this woman!" Jia was getting anxious.

"Then what do we do? Your wife can't even move."

I didn't know what to do either.

"How about this, take her to your house!" Jia answered without thinking.

"No, my wife will definitely ask her what happened."

I felt Jia was so anxious she couldn't think straight.

"Then help me take her home! She has the key."

Jia said, preparing to run towards the bar.

"That won't do either. What will your parents think if they see me carrying your wife home?"

I thought this idea was even worse and quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, my parents went back to their hometown! You'll have to make do tonight!" Jia said without turning back and disappeared.

Helpless, I started the car and went to Sister Zhao's house. With great effort, I finally carried her upstairs, found the key in her bag, tried a few times, and opened the door.

Sure enough, no one was home. I went to the bedroom where I had fought before and gently laid Sister Zhao on the bed.

I leaned against the wall by the bed, finally able to catch my breath. Looking at the woman lying on the bed, completely dazed, I suddenly felt a pang of pity. She had suffered a lot today.

"My poor Sister Zhao."

I wanted to comfort her so much, but she remained unconscious.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of food choked me, forcing me to lift my head and take a deep breath.

To prevent Sister Zhao from falling off the bed in the middle of the night, I lifted her up forcefully and placed her in the middle of the bed, sweat pouring down my forehead.

But despite my forceful movement, Sister Zhao didn't react at all, remaining fast asleep and motionless. Poor Sister Zhao, she really needed a good rest.

I pulled the blanket over her, but then I thought it wouldn't do; I needed to remove her clothes.

So, I lifted her arms and pulled her sportswear over her head, through her raised arms, and took it off.

She was wearing a light blue bra today, which had probably been pulled when I helped her up; it had shifted, tightly wedged around halfway up her breasts. I had to reach around her back and loosen the bra.

There was a red, semi-circular mark on her breast.

My heart ached even more, and I unconsciously licked the mark with my tongue.

I'd seen these breasts before, but this time it felt different. They were still so fresh, perhaps because the environment was different last time. This time, I could calmly and carefully observe them.

Since Sister Zhao was asleep, I began to caress them again.

These alluring breasts, which I hadn't seen for over a month, were still so elastic, undulating in my hands.

To be honest, last time it was too sudden, and I didn't get to fully appreciate Sister Zhao's body, but this time was different. Tonight was truly beautiful.

I slowly began to kiss my way up Sister Zhao's upper body, past her smooth, taut abdomen, and towards her alluring inner thighs.

Sister Zhao's tight-fitting sports pants accentuated the bulging mounds of her genitals. I lifted Sister Zhao's buttocks and pulled down her sports pants, immediately revealing her soft, light blue panties, deeply embedded in her vulva, showing her alluring cleft.

As I sucked on her covered vulva through her panties, a familiar sour taste filled my body, and my penis swelled as if fermenting.

The familiar scent made me instinctively strip naked. I then lifted Zhao Jie's round buttocks and slowly pulled down her panties.

Tonight was all my time, and I didn't want to rush like last time. When the panties were halfway down, Zhao Jie's sparse, curly black hair slowly peeked out from the edge of her pants, standing before me.

I brought my mouth to hers, deeply inhaling the mysterious scent emanating from her vulva. I then pounced on her legs, pulling the panties down to her knees with both hands, then using my feet to completely remove them, spreading Zhao Jie's legs wide open. The

familiar sight suddenly became a little dizzying. In her unconscious state, Zhao Jie didn't secrete any sweet fluid; her red labia shyly lay at the entrance of her vulva, half-concealing her clitoris.

It was the first time I had put my face so close to Zhao Jie's private parts, and I began to try to touch her labia with my tongue.

I smelled a slightly sour odor. I hesitated, wanting to pull my tongue back, but held my breath and used the tip of my tongue to part her labia, then teased Zhao Jie's flesh in a slapping motion. At that moment, I realized the smell of a woman's private parts wasn't as strong as it smelled; instead, it was like a sweet spring, making a man want to suck it dry.

I began to suckle with relaxed ease, trembling as I inserted

my tongue into Zhao Jie's vagina. At first, the vaginal opening felt a little dry, but with a few teasing touches of my tongue, I quickly felt a sticky liquid slide into my mouth.

I sucked with all my might, then probed the lower part of Zhao Jie's pink slit with my tongue, licking upwards until I reached the sensitive nipple. My face was now covered in Zhao Jie's sour juice.

Perhaps because she felt something, Zhao Jie began to turn over a few times, finally curling up on her side on the bed.

After confirming she wasn't awake, I tightly embraced her buttocks from behind, so her genitals were facing my glans. Afraid she'd sober up, I forcefully thrust into her.

"Ah..." I felt a sharp pain in my glans. Perhaps due to the earlier pause, Zhao Jie's vagina had dried out, and being inherently narrow, the dryness caused pain as soon as I entered. Each entry was difficult.

I had to hold her buttocks down with my hands and slowly probe my penis in.

But the unconscious Zhao Jie responded slowly to stimulation from her vaginal walls, and the secretions weren't enough for me to slide quickly inside her.

I grabbed her breasts from behind, and as I thrust deeply into her, her breasts bounced against my hands. But the vagina, unable to accelerate the thrusting, gradually lost its lubrication, and I felt increasing pain down there. Perhaps tonight wasn't the right time for this. I decisively pulled

my penis out. Because of the tight contact between my penis and vagina, there was a "pop" sound, like a piston being turned.

When I saw the glans emerge, it was stained with a small amount of blood, which must have been because the lack of lubrication had torn the foreskin.

I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe it clean, ready to finish, but then I noticed there were no other wounds on my genitals. It was probably Zhao Jie's vagina that had been torn by my penetration.

I used both hands to spread her round buttocks apart and began to examine her private parts carefully. Then, I gently parted the labia with my fingers, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Due to the intense thrusting earlier, there was a small amount of white foam and some blood at the vaginal opening. After a while, a little more blood flowed out from the slit.

Looking at this blood, I thought of how it must have been when Jia enjoyed Zhao Jie's first time as a virgin.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but use the glans to plug the bleeding opening. Perhaps because of the blood, my entire penis was buried deep inside.

Strangely, this time, the discomfort from the dryness inside Zhao Jie's vagina, coupled with the resistance from the uneven vaginal walls, did not stop my thrusting. Instead, it accelerated my frenzy.

My lower abdomen kept bumping against her upturned buttocks, making a "slap...slap..." sound. The friction from our tightly intertwined lower bodies caused a dull ache, yet I frantically thrust in and out, left and right, lost in the fantasy that this was Zhao Jie's first time being penetrated in her virginity! Perhaps it was the unique aspect of "stealing love," but the satisfaction I felt far surpassed the sensation of taking Zhao Jie's virginity.

Due to excessive stimulation, my body relaxed, and immediately, all my nerves seemed to concentrate at the glans. A surge of heat, like an electric current, coursed through my body, surging out of my penis and spraying deep into Zhao Jie's flower core. I convulsed, tightly embracing Zhao Jie.

When I withdrew my genitals, they were red and wet from the torment, but still erect. I was surprised that I had never had such a strong erection before.

Looking again, Zhao Jie was still fast asleep, her familiar face still exuding the unique charm of a young woman.

Still not satisfied, I turned the unconscious Sister Zhao over and laid her flat on the bed. Then I pressed myself on top of her, placing her legs on my shoulders.

I began to move more vigorously, my right hand pressing against her mons pubis, inserting my entire penis and then pulling it out completely.

The tender skin of her vaginal opening gripped my penis, being pulled in and out with the movement. Under the influence of the red and white fluid slowly flowing from Sister Zhao's vulva, my entire penis was once again deeply immersed in this little hole that had been tormented all night, until my testicles hit Sister Zhao's perineum.

Unlike before, this time, her vagina was filled with a mixture of semen and blood, moistening the entire little hole.

I had never enjoyed such a comfortable vagina before, narrow yet lubricated and elastic.

After repeated thrusting, I felt the vagina, tightly gripping my penis, begin its first suction of the night.

It seems that a woman's body reacts much slower at this point. Sister Zhao's hot vagina began to respond to each of my thrusts, sometimes retreating, her mons pubis pressing down on my penis as if trying to force me to withdraw, sometimes her vaginal muscles tightening as if refusing to relax, gripping me powerfully and evenly.

I had never experienced this feeling with my wife before. I felt I couldn't bear the stimulation any longer, so I pressed my body against Sister Zhao's soft body, feeling the friction between my chest and her nipples with each thrust, enjoying the lewd sounds made by our genitals constantly contacting and thrusting.

I ejaculated inside Sister Zhao again. Although the amount of semen was less, the pleasure of ejaculation still left me completely limp in convulsions.

Having sex with a drunk person, especially after a bout of heavy breathing, I felt as if I had also drunk a lot of alcohol; my head was spinning.

I glanced at my watch; it was already quite late. Worried that Jia might suddenly return, and still relieved that everything had gone smoothly, I quickly got dressed and staggered home.

As soon as I entered, I saw my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Feeling guilty, I immediately realized what had happened and hurriedly explained, "It's a company gathering, the boss is there too."

But my wife suddenly stood up and hugged me tightly.

Startled by this sudden action, I desperately wanted to know what had happened.

"It was Sister Zhao, she just called."

Hearing this, I was terrified. Had Sister Zhao called and reported me? "She... what happened to her?" "You mustn't tell anyone. Sister Zhao told me not to tell anyone."

My wife looked at me suspiciously, waiting for my answer.

Actually, I knew she would never keep her promise; that's how I always shared Sister Zhao's "secrets" with her.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell,"

I said casually, more importantly, wanting to know what had happened immediately.

"I was going to sleep before you came back, but the phone call woke me up. It was Sister Zhao. She seemed panicked, so I comforted her. But what she said scared me so much I can't sleep anymore."

My wife seemed to be recalling the events of the moment with horror, hugging me tightly as she spoke.

"Did she and Jia fight again?" "Jia said she's going on a business trip again today, and Sister Zhao didn't believe her, so she secretly followed her."

"You women just love to overthink things!" I was actually quite happy that this had happened, bringing me another happy night, but to avoid being discovered by my wife, I pretended not to understand Sister Zhao.

"Ugh, are you going to listen to me?" My wife was a little annoyed that I interrupted her.

To keep listening, I coaxed her again: "I won't interrupt, I'll listen carefully."

"Sister Zhao only remembers following Jia out and getting drunk. She can't remember what happened. She woke up in the middle of the night to find herself completely naked, as if she had been raped, but she checked and the doors and windows were locked."

As soon as I heard that Sister Zhao was completely naked, my penis involuntarily became erect again.

My wife seemed still immersed in fear, oblivious to the change in my lower body, and continued, "She called, saying she was too scared to sleep and asked me to come keep her company. But when I heard this, I got scared too. It's not enough for just the two of us women; we need a man. So I told her to come stay at our place and go back home when it's light."

"What did Sister Zhao say? Is she coming?" I blurted out, then realized I'd been a bit too agitated.

"At first she refused, but I told her I really couldn't go to her house. You know, she doesn't have any other friends. After thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed.

After hanging up, I was too scared to sleep, so I'm watching TV here, waiting for you to come back."

I glanced at my watch; it was already 3:30 AM. I said, "Then I'll go to sleep now, I don't care about you guys anymore."

Actually, I knew what had happened and secretly found it amusing, but thinking about what I'd done to Sister Zhao tonight, I felt a little embarrassed, so I made an excuse to go back inside.

My wife, not wanting to be outside alone, followed me in, still clinging tightly to me.

Thinking about how Sister Zhao had been beneath me tonight, unaware of her own feelings, stirred up waves of excitement within me. The warmth of my wife's embrace further fueled my desire. I roughly parted her long, slender legs and thrust inside her.

My wife, thinking I was trying to soothe her, also spread her legs wide to accommodate my frenzied thrusting.

I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my semen reserves were low, so the thrusting lasted a long time. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Oh no, Sister Zhao is here!" my wife and I exclaimed simultaneously. My

wife hurriedly got up, grabbed some tissues to wipe herself, put on her pajamas, and went to open the door.

At that moment, I couldn't describe my feelings. Nobody wants to be interrupted at this time, and I even felt a little resentful towards Sister Zhao for spoiling my mood.

A torrential downpour began outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder. I couldn't hear what the two of them were saying in the living room.

Just as I was about to get up and go to the door to listen, my wife opened the door and asked if I could sleep on the sofa outside; she wanted to sleep with Sister Zhao.

There was nothing I could do but pack my things, grab the blanket, and go to the living room. I glanced at Sister Zhao.

She was soaked to the bone; she must have rushed out without rain gear. From her eyes, I could tell she was truly terrified tonight, her face filled with tension and confusion.

When she saw me looking at her, she nodded slightly apologetically and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry about tonight."

I was about to lie down on the sofa when my wife told Sister Zhao to take a hot shower first, lest she catch a cold.

I felt it was a bit unseemly for a grown man like me to lie on the sofa while the two of them were still awake, so I turned on the TV. My

wife busied herself preparing things for Sister Zhao's shower.

After a while, when Sister Zhao was almost done showering, I saw my wife bring her own bra and a pair of disposable paper underwear from the bedroom to the bathroom for Sister Zhao to change into. It turns out my wife is quite thoughtful; women are very particular about the hygiene of their underwear, after all, a woman's genitals are very "vulnerable" to bacteria, and disposable underwear is more hygienic.

For some reason, the two of them started laughing in the bathroom. It was a bit sudden, the laughter was quite loud, audible even in the thunder outside, but they quickly stopped as if realizing something.

Thinking about how the familiar underwear my wife usually wore would soon be on Sister Zhao, I pulled my wife to the sofa and pleaded, "Honey, let's finish what we were doing while Sister Zhao is taking a shower."

"Ugh, there are outsiders here, I'm so embarrassed,"

my wife said, blushing.

"But I feel so bad, we only did half of it, please understand,"

I continued to plead.

"Fine, just bear with it. If you really can't take it, should you take a sleeping pill?" "You took one?" "Yes, you think I wasn't upset after doing it halfway through? I wanted it too! Never mind, if you want one, take it yourself. I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, my wife went to the bathroom door and came out with Sister Zhao.

Seeing them still laughing, I asked curiously, "What were you laughing about? It was so loud."

Sister Zhao and my wife were startled by my sudden question, then looked at each other.

I saw Sister Zhao's face flush red instantly, and my wife quickly interjected, "Women's business is none of a man's concern!" before pulling Sister Zhao back to the room to sleep.

I, too, stared blankly at the boring late-night TV.

The night was so long, and the loud claps of thunder made the car alarms in the neighborhood go off incessantly. Coupled with the fact that the sofa wasn't comfortable to sleep on, I felt resentful towards Sister Zhao for the unpleasantness of the evening.

Angrily, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, only to see the bra my wife had given Sister Zhao to change into still on the washing machine.

I seemed to understand why they had been laughing earlier; my wife's breasts weren't as big as Sister Zhao's, and the bra must have been extremely uncomfortable for Sister Zhao. That was definitely why they were laughing.

Back in the living room, I found Sister Zhao already sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, she explained somewhat apologetically, "Your wife sleeps so well; even with such loud thunder, she didn't wake up."

Then, she awkwardly turned back to watch TV.

Seeing her somewhat flustered expression, I knew she was frightened by the thunder, especially tonight's thunderstorm. The bedroom lights were off, so she must have been terrified to come to the brightly lit living room.

I smiled and sat down on the sofa.

She sat on one side, and I on the other. We both felt very uncomfortable. The TV was showing some boring reruns, but we pretended to be engrossed.

After all, tonight had been a terrible night for Sister Zhao. First, she argued with her family, then I took advantage of her without her knowledge, making her think she'd been possessed by something "unclean," and now she was being subjected to the fear of thunder, especially with her partner sleeping so soundly.

Since I was bored, I started pretending to watch TV while observing her.

She was wearing my wife's brown floral cotton dress, her arms clasped together. The fabric, pressed tightly by her hands, accentuated the shape of her breasts, and her nipples peeked out from under the cotton.

I thought, I was right, she couldn't fit into my wife's bra, so she was wearing nothing.

For some reason, I'd already seen Zhao Jie's full, perky breasts twice, but the sight of them covered by this thin cotton felt strangely novel and exciting.

This stimulation made my lower body feel aroused again.

To avoid making a fool of myself here, I forced myself to focus on the television, but the program had already stopped airing.

Zhao Jie and I remained silent, still watching the TV.

When I glanced at her again, I noticed her eyes were occasionally looking in my direction. I pretended not to notice, but this silence was maddening. I started thinking about how to break the deadlock.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder seemed to strike the neighborhood.

Almost simultaneously, everything went dark.

Aside from the constant sirens of car alarms in the neighborhood, I couldn't see anything. The entire area was without power; it was pitch black.

I felt like I'd forgotten where I was. The thunder was terrifying. I was so frightened that I didn't regain my senses until everyone turned off their car alarms.

"Boom!" Another series of loud claps of thunder.

In the instant of the lightning, I saw Sister Zhao. She seemed to only then realize where I was. Just before the darkness returned after the lightning stopped, she squeezed next to me, pressing tightly against me, her body trembling violently.

For me, it all happened so suddenly.

I could feel her heart pounding, because her chest was pressed tightly against mine.

I didn't know whether to feel lucky or regretful that it was in my own home tonight.

I told myself that my wife was in another room, and that I had already taken Sister Zhao's body tonight; I couldn't do this in front of my wife. At the same time, I tried to persuade her not to hold me like that, as it would make me impulsive.

But no matter what I said, she wouldn't let go of me.

Left with no other option, I resorted to a last resort. I told her honestly, "Sister Zhao, please don't do this. It'll make me impulsive and I'll make a mistake."

Like thunder that never stops, she held me tightly, refusing to let go.

It was still pitch black all around, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pleaded with her again, "If you don't let go, I'm really going to make a mistake!" Still no response. I issued my final ultimatum: "I'll count to three, and then I'm going to start touching you."

Hearing this, I felt her head, resting on my shoulder, sway slightly, but she still didn't let go.

I didn't know if she wasn't letting go or if she wasn't agreeing to me touching her.

Without thinking, I started counting softly: "One, two—, three!" Actually, I didn't intend to actually touch her, but I clearly felt that because she was genuinely afraid of me touching her, her hand naturally moved towards her chest.

This action made me realize that she was actually guarding against me, and I suddenly felt a sense of defeat, a feeling of being rejected.

She interrupted my wife and me making love, and now she's offering herself to me, yet she won't give herself to me. A series of thoughts ignited a desire for revenge within me, fueled by a man's lustful desire for a woman's body. I craved her to take the initiative.

That, it seemed, could alleviate my guilt towards my wife.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but be surprised by my own boldness. I began to enjoy this thunderous roar; I longed for it to come even more fiercely! She was sitting to my left, so I forcefully used my left hand to separate her arm, firmly grasping her breast through her cotton skirt.

"Ah! I'm just scared, please don't!" Although she struggled with pleading, the soft "mmm, mmm" sounds deep in her throat betrayed her insincerity.

Now her resistance was merely a facade.

Because we couldn't see each other, I could only feel a panting, hot mouth searching for my face.

I followed the heat and tightly sucked on her lips, exchanging saliva.

My right hand, impatiently reaching behind Sister Zhao, slid down to her lower body, touching her firm, full buttocks through her cotton skirt.

All struggles were completely abandoned, replaced by Sister Zhao's frantic pounding of her hands against my back.

And so, on my living room sofa, we kissed without restraint.

At first, she only moaned softly.

We leaned against each other on the sofa, and I pressed my entire body against her. Since she was at the bottom, my right hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, had to be withdrawn, but it quickly slipped under the hem of her cotton skirt, reaching the base of her thighs.

I touched the disposable paper panties my wife had given her. This was the first time I had touched the inside of her thighs, gently tracing the delicate skin with my middle fingertip, while simultaneously, my index finger inadvertently touched her private parts through the thin paper.

Women can't resist such probing; she couldn't let my hand do as she pleased. Instead, she actively clamped my hand between her legs, as if afraid my hand would leave her, and then began to squeeze her legs from side to side, her vulva rubbing against my hand.

Her moans grew louder.

Although drowned out by the thunder, I gestured for her to be quiet.

My left hand, still covering her breasts through the soft cotton fabric, actually gave me a stronger pleasure than if I had directly covered them.

I caressed her breasts, which I had already ravaged that night; their elasticity felt different from when I was at her house earlier. Besides their incredible resilience, they were also softer, with the smoothness of the cotton fabric, offering a unique sensation.

I moved my body down, bending my head to lick her erect nipples through her cotton skirt.

In the darkness, her hand awkwardly found my groin and unzipped my pants. My already hard penis felt the cool release.

She stroked it with her hand, clearly unsure how to caress a man's manhood, simply gripping it tightly and loosely.

Perhaps because I had her nipples in my mouth, her breasts seemed larger and fuller than during my previous encounters.

I felt that my mouth alone wasn't enough to control myself, so I had to use my left hand again, squeezing it forcefully from the side through her cotton skirt towards the center of her breast, which I was holding in my mouth. I squeezed and kneaded it with effort, sometimes pinching and rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger in conjunction with my teeth.

Her soft breathing turned into heavy gasps.

Sister Zhao's sexy voice stimulated my lower body. I pulled my right hand out from under my legs and searched under the hem of her skirt, but in the darkness, I couldn't find the elastic band of that annoying disposable panty.

Impatiently, I touched her genitals again. A large amount of sticky fluid had already soaked the cotton panty covering her vulva. I couldn't wait any longer. "Hiss," without much force, my hand tore the disposable panty open from the damp spot, and the sticky pubic hair covered my hand with fluid.

I bit down on the nipple under her cotton skirt, which was already soaked with saliva, biting harder and harder, then opened my mouth wide enough to put both nipples in my mouth.

I bit the left one, then the right one.

The darkness erased all her shame, and she completely let go, breathing heavily as if she had never been so excited.

I was too aroused, and she was probably too excited too, pulling hard on my penis.

I was in so much pain that tears almost came to my eyes, but it was also incredibly stimulating.

She tried to lift her hips up, and I groped along the mucus with my right middle finger, preparing to insert it into her vagina.

As soon as my finger touched her labia, she suddenly grabbed my hand with one hand.

I knew what she was thinking and immediately whispered, "Don't worry, I washed my hands, they're clean."

She then released my hand.

And so, my middle finger was deeply buried in her flesh.

I turned my palm upwards, and my middle finger began to bend repeatedly, touching the concentric rings of the vaginal walls. I began to repeatedly stimulate the G-spot clitoris inside her vagina.

She seemed to be saying something amidst her heavy breathing, and I leaned closer, faintly hearing her urging me to enter her body quickly.

I knew it was time, but I still deliberately said, "No, Sister Zhao, I've already made a mistake with you once, I... I can't."

As I spoke, I tried to leave her.

But Sister Zhao was already beyond control. She quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, pushed me down to the other end of the sofa, spread her legs and placed them on my waist, one hand on the back of the sofa to steady herself, then used her other hand to find my erect penis, groped for her vulva, and sat down hard.

"Plop!" Because Sister Zhao's vulva was so wet, my penis made a muffled sound when it went in.

Indescribable pleasure! This was the first time Sister Zhao had used her hand to guide my penis into her most secret place.

Although my wife had taken her medication and was fast asleep, I was still a little worried. Although my penis was inside Sister Zhao's flesh, I was still somewhat absent-minded, letting her move on her own.

She probably wasn't quite satisfied, so she began to sway her body up and down, back and forth, in sync with my penis, her movements becoming more vigorous than usual.

I don't know if it was the darkness or the atmosphere of the storm, but it ignited a more primal wildness within me, and I began to thrust my hips upwards with abandon.

Each time I penetrated deeply, a large amount of Zhao Jie's secretions splattered with the impact of our genitals. A few times, when I went too deep and touched her cervix, she would convulse in pain.

I felt more and more fluid flowing down her buttocks, onto my pubic hair, and then onto my legs. The stimulation made me thrust even harder. We didn't need to speak, nor could we see each other's lewd expressions.

Her movements changed from large to small and rapid, her breathing becoming increasingly indistinct. She pulled my hand up from under her skirt and placed it on her breast.

I knew she was about to climax, so I squeezed her hard in response, my penis thrusting in and out rapidly. This was my first time doing this, and the novel stimulation quickly made me feel like I couldn't hold back my semen. I signaled to her that I was going to ejaculate.

Another loud clap of thunder followed.

I vaguely heard her cry out a few times after reaching her peak of excitement. I didn't care about anything else, straightened up, pushed her down again, and quickly buried my penis deep into her vagina. After two or three seconds, a surge of pleasure erupted, and she twitched a few times before collapsing limply beneath me.

We remained like that for a few minutes. I kissed her face; she remained limp on the sofa, unable to recover.

I got up, went to the bathroom by memory, found the toilet paper, and returned to the living room.

I easily reached the sofa, because Zhao Jie's continuous breathing in the darkness had already told me her location.

She couldn't move, and didn't want to move, so I used paper to thoroughly clean my lower body, legs, and pubic hair. Then I sat on the sofa, feeling around her body, which I knew well after several encounters, until I found her private parts. I wiped her lower body clean and tidied her up.

I then helped her to the bedroom and placed her next to my wife.

I was worried and gently called my wife a few times, but she was still fast asleep and didn't answer. I then went back to the living room to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, past 8 a.m., and was startled. I usually sleep late, but today was an exception because I wanted to get up early to check on the traces I hadn't cleaned up the night before.

As I thought this, I observed the sofa, and the area around where we had been so passionate last night was so clean.

Yes, look at those torn underwear!

I was about to check the trash can when I saw Sister Zhao already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. It seemed she had gotten up earlier than me and cleaned up the mess.

"What a thoughtful woman!" I smiled knowingly.

Seeing me watching her from the kitchen doorway, Sister Zhao seemed a little embarrassed and avoided direct eye contact. Her face was noticeably flushed, a woman's most alluring charm, reminding me of the mornings I spent with my wife when we first lived together.

Heh, I can't think about it anymore, I'm getting aroused again. I should go check on my wife.

I went back to the bedroom; my wife was still fast asleep in bed.

Heh, I chuckled inwardly. Then I heard Sister Zhao call my wife to get up for breakfast.

After my wife finished washing up, the three of us ate breakfast together. Sister Zhao and my wife chatted and laughed, and I noticed her glancing at me frequently, her eyes filled with happiness—something she'd never done before. I didn't really hear what they were saying.

Suddenly, my wife grabbed her hand and said, "Stay a few more days, until Jia begs you to come back. Let Jia know what life is like without you!" I stopped, waiting for her answer.

She looked up at me.

My wife, thinking she was worried I wouldn't agree, said, "He won't object! Don't worry, he wouldn't dare disobey me!" "Then I'll have to trouble you!" Sister Zhao nodded in agreement.

The three of us laughed.

I looked at her, and she looked at me; we happily spent a joyful morning laughing! Sister Zhao stayed at my house, but unfortunately, when I came home from work, the two women either went shopping or chatted incessantly, acting as if I didn't exist.

Sometimes, I would sit with my wife's back to me, watching Sister Zhao, and occasionally Sister Zhao would steal glances at me.

When our eyes met, I could see regret and helplessness in hers as well. I guessed she wasn't really listening to my wife's nagging.

Sure enough, she was always caught off guard by my wife's sudden questions.

It was a painful torment, bittersweet yet with the sweetness of first love.

Every night, Sister Zhao would take a hot shower. Listening to the irregular dripping of water, I would fantasize that I was the hot water flowing over every inch of Sister Zhao's skin. Only at that moment could I release all the pent-up desires from these sexual fantasies onto my wife. At night, I would masturbate alone on the sofa until my body was weak and I fell into a deep sleep.

Every day was like this.

On the third day, I started to feel weakness in my limbs and severe pain in my lower back, forcing me to stop this frenzied activity.

The fourth day was a Saturday. Due to the continuous exertion, when I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

I looked around and didn't see the two women. The bedroom door was open, and apart from the neatly folded blankets, the room was empty.

I went to the kitchen again, only to hear someone showering in the bathroom. It was broad daylight; it must be my wife. It seemed Sister Zhao had gone home.

Thinking of this, a wave of inexplicable disappointment washed over me, and my already exhausted body felt even heavier.

Near the end of the 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 spending the weekend with her mother, and she told me not to wait for her.

I mumbled something and hung up.

Around midnight, with no good TV programs, I went to sleep.

Actually, lying in bed, I started fantasizing about Sister Zhao, whom my wife was shopping with. She was my friend Jia's wife, in her early thirties. Because she was a year older than me, my wife and I both called her Sister Zhao.

Like my wife, she had also given birth, but her figure was still like that of an unmarried young woman. Her skin was very fair, and although she wasn't very tall, she was very beautiful.

Especially when she wore low-rise pants, the curves of her lower body were exposed.

Her round, short, shallow buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her.

Although I always felt guilty towards my friends and my wife, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed. This made me even more excited, and naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.

I don't know what time it was, but my wife's movement to get into bed interrupted my reverie. My throbbing erection made me hug my wife's back, one hand gently caressing her breasts, the other stroking her genitals.

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

"What's wrong? Who bothered you again?" I was quite angry, my good mood suddenly dampened. I simply got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood.

When you're feeling down, you naturally go to a bar for a drink first. I drove to the bar district in the city center, and as I was about to park, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye—a prominent chest, a high, round buttocks, such a familiar figure. My intuition told me it was Sister Zhao! I looked closer, and there was no mistake, it was her! My sex goddess! She was wearing a light-colored fitted blouse and a brown pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags.

She looked like she had 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 might have been drinking; her once fair face was now flushed.

After a while, she recognized me, her puzzled expression instantly vanishing, and she laughed, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

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

She hesitated for a moment, straightened up, looked around, and seeing no taxis, said, "Oh, thank you." As

soon as Sister Zhao got into the car, the pungent smell of perfume and alcohol hit me, making me uncomfortable, but I couldn't show it, so I just had to bear it.

Sister Zhao put her things in the back seat and then sat in the front passenger seat.

I glanced at her sideways 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.

Luckily, she had been drinking and didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect, painfully pressing against my pants.

I quickly changed the subject and started making small talk: "Didn't you drive today?" Sister Zhao didn't answer.

I felt a little awkward because we usually went out together as a family, and this was the first time it had happened just the two of us. Plus, she might have something on her mind and hadn't noticed me talking to her.

So, we didn't say anything more in the car.

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: "You've had a bit to drink, let me walk you up!" "Really, no need, I can manage by myself, really."

As she spoke, I noticed she was very downcast, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought it was for the best; it would be difficult for her to vent if I were there.

"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 seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to mess around with other women, and Sister Zhao must have found out.

Now I felt there was nothing I could do to help, so I quickly avoided the situation, lest I have trouble answering later.

I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go back now. You should get some rest too."

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

I also headed home, feeling a sense of loss. I had hoped tonight would be a romantic encounter, but unfortunately, it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. It was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone.

I wondered, hadn't she gone home? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking of this, I quickly answered, only to hear her voice very soft.

I didn't quite hear her, so I pulled over, turned off the engine, and told her to speak louder. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are asleep, so I can't speak loudly. Could you help me?" "Oh, what's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to ask you to check my computer; I can't get online."

I glanced at my watch—it was already 2:30! I was thinking of declining so I could go home and sleep, but remembering Sister Zhao's sexy shirt, I agreed to come right away.

Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to suspect something when they saw a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night.

I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

When I arrived at Sister Zhao's house and went upstairs, she had already opened the door. Sister Zhao was probably busy working on the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes.

We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom.

It was just the two of us in the room. Perhaps because I was lost in thought, I felt a little awkward. Although I was working on the computer, my mind was preoccupied with how to hug her. As a result, after struggling for a while, I not only failed to get it right, but also ended up sweating profusely due to my guilty conscience.

"Forget it, if you can't do it right, just forget it. Don't delay your journey home."

Sister Zhao apologetically urged me to give up.

"No, I can't let you down,"

I said, actually trying to stall for time. Although I knew nothing would happen, I just wanted to stay a little longer, even just to daydream a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was so complicated, making you stay so long and unable to go home,"

Sister Zhao said, sounding even more guilty after hearing my reply.

I suddenly thought of taking the opportunity to provoke her, so I said, "It's my fault for being stupid. If it were Jia, she wouldn't have kept you online."

After saying this, I deliberately turned around and looked back. Sure enough, Sister Zhao's eyes immediately reddened, tears welling up in them.

But she still wanted to change the subject, saying to me, "I've recently become addicted to playing cards online. There's no rush, you can take your time."

I could hear a sob in her voice.

I pretended not to hear and continued, "I envy Jia for finding such a good woman like you, so understanding. No wonder Jia loves you so much."

Sister Zhao stopped talking.

I knew why, because she had already started crying quietly behind me.

Just then, we heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the bathroom.

"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 bathroom and turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me it was the World Cup at 3 PM tonight, so 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 know what to say, and I wasn't in the mood for the computer either. So, we just sat there, waiting.

I don't know how much time passed, but Sister Zhao suddenly asked me, "Are you really envious of Jia and me?" "Yes, especially envious of Jia for having such a wonderful woman like you,"

I replied emotionally, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to ease a little.

"Jia is nothing compared to you."

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly with soft sobs.

I quickly grabbed some tissues for her and whispered words of comfort, telling her not to be too upset, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father outside heard.

After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she took the initiative to sit down next to me, showing me the things she'd bought that day, asking me what I thought of this and that.

When her supple body touched me, my whole body went limp, except for one spot that seemed to harden.

She took out the clothes she'd bought and held them up to show me, and I nodded in approval from time to time, which made her smile happily, but I could still see how unhappy she was in her eyes.

She kept pulling things out of the bag to show me, and perhaps because she'd been drinking, she didn't look closely before pulling out a bra, and Sister Zhao's face immediately flushed with embarrassment.

I was also embarrassed by this sudden situation, but I immediately snatched it from her hand, put it on my head, and made a face at her.

It must have looked quite funny, because she finally couldn't help but laugh.

This was the first time I'd seen her happy that evening. For a moment, she was so beautiful and captivating that I was mesmerized.

When she noticed my unwavering gaze, she instantly lowered her head in embarrassment and fell silent. I saw tears welling up in her eyes again.

Thinking I'd been rude, I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to make you laugh with a joke."

But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head.

I didn't know if she was ignoring me or not blaming me; I could only feel her body trembling again from crying.

I gently patted her shoulder, signaling her to cheer up, but she immediately buried her face in my shoulder, tears dripping onto me. Through my clothes, I could feel the warmth of her tears on my shoulder.

I thought, let her have a good cry, and she'll feel better.

Because she was so close, her breasts were pressed against my chest, and the sobs caused her breasts to tremble rhythmically. This friction made me uncontrollably hard.

She didn't notice my change, and instead began whispering about Jia having affairs.

I wasn't listening anymore; all I wanted was to feel her soft breasts pressed against mine.

I asked myself, was this an opportunity? I wanted to push her down immediately, but I didn't dare to act rashly. So, pretending to be casual, I slipped my hand from her shoulder to her abdomen while offering words of comfort.

She seemed oblivious, still murmuring.

I started to try to be more audacious, gently rubbing her lower abdomen and lowering my face, trying to get as close to her lips as possible, making sure it all looked natural and unintentional.

I said softly, "Don't be too sad, he doesn't deserve this!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I lightly kissed her cheek, almost a kiss.

She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing no resistance, I was unexpectedly delighted and boldly moved my hand to her breasts.

She still didn't resist.

I began to slowly and gently caress her breasts, whispering against her face, "You are the most beautiful woman, I don't want you to be sad!" I then lightly touched her lips.

Although Sister Zhao's eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid.

Based on my years of experience with my wife, I knew she wouldn't refuse further action, so I gently pressed my lips to hers.

She wasn't wearing lipstick, and although she smelled of alcohol, I could still smell her faint lip fragrance.

I slowly parted her lips with my tongue, touching her teeth.

Would she suddenly refuse? I didn't know.

I continued to push my tongue deeper, and soon it easily parted her white teeth.

Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. While continuing to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my hand inside her blouse. I hadn't expected Sister Zhao's skin to be so smooth.

My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing up her bra, I finally touched her warm breasts.

Her body visibly trembled, and she let out soft moans.

My wife was three years younger than Sister Zhao, but I found Sister Zhao's body more refreshing, and her breasts, unlike those of women who had given birth, were firm and elastic, filling my entire hand.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" I whispered, then intertwined my tongue with hers, exchanging saliva.

Although Sister Zhao's eyes were closed, her increasingly throbbing body told me that she was already aroused.

I began to gently massage her left breast in a circular motion until the nipple gradually became excited and erect. I then changed from stroking with my palm to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger, and then gently laid the now restless Sister Zhao flat on the bed, while I knelt on the bed, pressing my knee against her genitals.

I kept whispering apologies to her as I kissed 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 leaped before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two pink nipples standing erect.

She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," her hands trembling helplessly on the bed.

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 began to squeeze together, and her toes were pointed very straight.

Suddenly, I felt something warm against my knee. I moved my leg back and touched it; my fingers were immediately covered in a sticky, wet liquid. She was so wet down there, soaking not only her underwear but also my pants.

Excitedly, I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're wet."

She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment.

I felt it was time, so I reached under her skirt to try and pull off her panties.

But she suddenly grabbed my hands and cried out, "No, no!" I hesitated. What was I doing? I shouldn't be doing this to Sister Zhao.

The woman I'd dreamed of for years was now lying half-naked in front of me. Unwilling to give up, I repeatedly pleaded, "Forgive me! Just this once!" while ignoring her grip on my hands and pulling her panties down to her legs.

Perhaps feeling powerless to resist, or afraid of alerting those outside, she quickly gave up, covered her face with her hands, and started crying again. But I had no intention of comforting her at that moment. Like a wild beast, I savagely tore at her panties.

When I pulled them down to her knees, I saw that they were white. I found the zipper on the side of her skirt, and I suddenly held my breath, because I was about to see my friend's wife's most private parts! The zipper on her skirt wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined, but with Sister Zhao pressing her buttocks down, removing the skirt seemed a bit slow and difficult.

After a brief struggle, as the skirt was pulled open, her entire mysterious triangle was fully revealed before me.

I was ecstatic; I felt my heart pounding, a powerful possessive pleasure giving me indescribable ecstasy! The body I'd fantasized about every night for years, the secret I'd never even dreamed of, was now laid bare before me.

In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her clothes. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now completely exposed.

Sister Zhao possessed such a perfect figure, her skin so fair and flawless, smooth and hairless from thighs to calves. The pubic hair at her vulva was neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, but sparser than my wife's. Her abdomen felt soft and comfortable to the touch.

Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were truly beautiful, the pink nipples erect as if beckoning me to kiss them.

Her fair buttocks, plump from childbirth, were irresistibly tempting to touch.

I slowly parted her tightly closed legs, and a gentle, tangy scent from her genitals washed over me.

A pink slit appeared between the black pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with her gushing fluids.

The color of her labia was much lighter than my wife's, appearing very fresh. This made me wonder if Sister Zhao and Jia had a lot of sex. At this point, I want to say that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc., but in reality, given the situation, I simply couldn't do it.

I was blinded by lust, and I lost patience with that slit. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and thrust my engorged penis into her vagina.

But at this moment, she tried to resist me again, pushing my body away and swaying her lower body from side to side.

My glans couldn't fit into her vagina, so I moved my hand from her waist to her buttocks, pulling her lower body closer to me. This allowed my glans to smoothly touch her vulva.

Thanks to the lubrication, although she resisted, my glans slid in easily.

Then, she started to move back, and my glans slipped out again.

At that moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears streamed down her face.

She began shaking her head and whispering to me; I could roughly hear her saying things like "No, I can't," her mouth completely clenched to prevent her from crying too loudly.

I felt a pang of pity. This reaction from her was actually a way of showing she wasn't a cheap or shameless person.

But her moist vagina beckoned me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—should we act according to physical pleasure or 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.

Amidst repeated apologies, I intensified my assault.

With a loud thud, I was startled. She had been pulling back repeatedly, her head hitting the headboard.

She was probably frightened; her resistance stopped.

But with that stop, my penis was fully inside her vagina. Then I heard her gasp and her whole body tremble.

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, I heard footsteps. He left the television and headed towards Jia's room.

Sister Zhao and I froze.

She closed her eyes even tighter, her nostrils flared, holding her breath.

My penis remained inside her vagina, allowing me to feel Sister Zhao's tight grip on my penis—a beautiful cavern much tighter than my wife's, just as I had seen from the color of her labia.

I guessed that because Jia was having affairs, she rarely made love to Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing no further movement, Jia's father returned to the living room sofa to watch the World Cup.

Now, Sister Zhao no longer dared to act recklessly 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, and I felt that I had reached her cervix, touching my glans with each thrust.

At this point, I couldn't care less about gentlemanly manners and savagely entered her to the hilt, slap... slap...

Sister Zhao began to make "cough, cough" sounds as I continued my relentless assault. Her hands, which had been pushing against me, 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, and being inside her was too stimulating. I had no choice but to stop my fierce assault and begin to slowly and rhythmically insert my penis, trying to rub the rings of flesh inside her vagina as hard as possible.

As Sister Zhao began to take the initiative, her hips moved up and down faster and faster. Her body started to tense up, her face grew hotter and hotter, her lips were slightly pursed, and she was breathing heavily, biting her lips tighter and tighter.

I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed myself against her, showing no mercy to her lower body, thrusting my hips slowly and gradually faster, savagely penetrating her vagina.

Finally, Sister Zhao's entire body suddenly coiled around me, her breathing rapid and disordered. After a violent tremor, she didn't release herself for a long time.

Seeing that Sister Zhao had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting my body forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. "Ah..." Thick, hot semen shot through my glans, spraying straight into her deepest depths.

She felt the temperature of my semen... her lower body began to contract rhythmically, her cervix seemingly craving this strong, hot semen, and began to twitch.

I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back.

She was completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now calmed by passion, was a mess, her pubic hair soaked with large clumps of vaginal fluid, and a pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid began to seep from the pink folds of 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 to her side, her back to me.

I noticed that Sister Zhao barely opened her eyes throughout the entire process, perhaps unsure how to face the reality of what had happened that night.

I didn't disturb her and quietly put on my clothes.

As dawn approached, making sure no one was outside, I quietly left.

Having experienced that night, I felt the most pleasurable sex in the world—the thrill of completely captivating another man's woman, body and soul.

After realizing my sexual fantasies in real life, I returned home the next morning. Because of the World Cup, my wife didn't suspect much that I hadn't come home all night, and I went to bed with lingering excitement.

Lying in bed, unable to fall asleep immediately, I looked at my genitals, still wet with the sour smell of secretions from Sister Zhao's pink vagina, and my lower body became engorged and swollen again.

Recalling Zhao Jie crying beneath me, I masturbated again, finally falling asleep from exhaustion.

Perhaps out of guilt, I didn't contact the couple again. I should have been content to have the woman I'd always dreamed of, and I genuinely hoped it would only happen once; I even regretted what I'd done to Zhao Jie.

But for some reason, I still had a strong desire to possess her again—it was a long, agonizing ordeal.

Finally, over a month later, Jia called me.

To be honest, seeing the caller ID, I was hesitant to answer, but since the problem had arisen, I had to face it. It was better than him coming to my door and causing trouble. At that moment, I could only take it one step at a time, thinking of various explanations as I nervously answered the phone.

Jia sounded very happy; he wanted to invite me out for drinks.

I readily agreed, but on the way there, I was constantly on edge, wondering if he was pretending everything was fine to lure me out and kill me. I don't even remember how I got to the bar. When we met, I couldn't tell anything from his expression. I sat down nervously, glancing around for any suspicious people.

Jia didn't seem to notice my actions. He whispered in my ear, "I've arranged to meet a real beauty tonight. She'll be here soon, haha, let her open her eyes!" I smiled insincerely and played along, but then I saw Sister Zhao walk in angrily from the crowd.

My heart sank. I was doomed; she must have told Jia.

Just then, Jia suddenly said to me, "Oh no, why is this ugly woman here?" As he spoke, Sister Zhao walked to our table, saying nothing to Jia.

Jia calmly asked her, "Why did you follow me here?" "I should be asking you why you're here!" Sister Zhao retorted angrily, clearly furious.

"It's normal for men to go out drinking!" Jia said, glancing at his watch. I knew he was worried about what to do when another woman arrived.

“Great! I’ll drink too!” Sister Zhao said, taking a big gulp of the whiskey she had ordered.

I thought Jia might stop her, but instead, Jia poured herself a glass and wanted to toast with her.

Seeing this, I didn’t know how to persuade her and could only watch how things unfolded.

Before she could finish her fourth glass, Sister Zhao reluctantly closed her eyes and slumped onto the table, fast asleep.

Coincidentally, at that moment, a fashionable woman came up to us. Jia immediately perked up, stood up, grabbed the woman, and whispered something in her ear.

The woman immediately pushed him away, embarrassed, and said, “You’re so lecherous.”

Then, seeing the woman slumped on the table, she asked, “Who is she?” Before I could answer, Jia quickly interrupted, “She, she! She’s my friend’s wife!” She then winked at me.

I immediately understood his meaning and replied, "Yes, she's my wife, haha."

But women's intuition is usually stronger, and the woman who came looked at Jia and then at me with suspicion, remaining silent, probably pondering our scheme.

Jia reacted quickly and immediately said to me, "Look at your wife, she's so drunk, you should go home first."

Although I understood what he meant, how could I go home with her? Where could I go home? I looked at Jia with a frustrated expression. Jia became anxious, afraid that the woman would see through something, and kept winking at me, signaling me to leave. I had no choice but to make a gesture as if I wanted to hug Sister Zhao, and Jia quickly nodded slightly.

I knew how anxious he was, and I had no choice but to try to help Sister Zhao up, but a completely drunk person is as heavy as a rock. In front of Jia, I couldn't make any big movements and touch Sister Zhao's body. After a long time, I still couldn't get Sister Zhao up.

The woman who had been looking for Jia finally spoke: "Jia, aren't you going to help your friend?"

Jia seemed relieved and happily replied, "Okay, I'll get him in the car, he'll be here soon."

Even though it was just the two of us, we still struggled to carry Sister Zhao to the parking lot.

I asked Jia, "What do we do now? Should we wait here for you?" "No way, we finally managed to get this woman!" Jia was getting anxious.

"Then what do we do? Your wife can't move."

I didn't know what to do either.

"How about this, take her to your house!" Jia answered without much thought.

"No, my wife will definitely ask her what happened."

I felt Jia was so anxious he couldn't think straight.

"Then help me take her home! She has the keys."

Jia said, preparing to run towards the bar.

"That won't do either, what will your parents think if they see me carrying your wife home?"

I thought this idea was even worse and quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, my parents went back to their hometown! You'll have to make do tonight!" But Jia disappeared without turning around.

Left with no other option, I started the car and went to Sister Zhao's house. With a great deal of effort, I finally carried her upstairs. I quickly found the key in her bag, tried a few times, and opened the door.

Sure enough, no one was home. I went to the bedroom where I had previously fought this battle and gently laid Sister Zhao on the bed.

Leaning against the wall by the bed, I could finally catch my breath. Looking at the woman lying on the bed, completely dazed, I suddenly felt a pang of pity. She had suffered so much today.

"My poor Sister Zhao."

I so wanted to comfort her, but she remained fast asleep.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips; a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of food choked me, forcing me to lift my head and take a deep breath.

To prevent Sister Zhao from falling off the bed in the middle of the night, I lifted her up with great effort and placed her in the middle of the bed, sweat pouring down my forehead.

But Sister Zhao didn't react at all to my forceful movement; she remained fast asleep and motionless. Poor Sister Zhao, she really needed a good rest.

I pulled the blanket over her, but then I thought it wouldn't do; I had to help her remove her clothes.

So, I lifted her arms and pulled her sportswear over her head, through her raised arms, and took it off.

She was wearing a light blue bra today, which had probably been pulled when I helped her up; it had shifted and was tightly wedged around half of her breasts. I had to reach around her back and loosen her bra.

There was a red, semi-circular mark on her breast.

My heart ached even more, and I unconsciously licked the red mark with my tongue.

I had seen these breasts before, but this time the feeling was different; they were still full of freshness. Perhaps it was because the environment was different last time, but this time I could calmly and carefully look at them.

Anyway, Sister Zhao was asleep, so I began to caress them again.

These alluring breasts, which I hadn't seen for over a month, were still so elastic, rising and falling in my hands.

To be honest, last time it was too sudden, and I didn't feel Sister Zhao's body very carefully, but this time was different; tonight was truly beautiful.

I slowly began to kiss around Sister Zhao's entire upper body, kissing her smooth, taut abdomen, and then kissing the base of her alluring thighs.

Sister Zhao's tight-fitting sports pants accentuated the bulging mounds of her lower body. I lifted Sister Zhao's buttocks, pulled down her sports pants, and immediately saw that her soft, light blue panties were already deeply embedded in her private parts, revealing her alluring cleft.

As I sucked on Zhao Jie's vulva through her panties, a familiar sour smell filled my body, and my penis swelled as if fermenting.

This familiar scent made me involuntarily strip naked, then I lifted Zhao Jie's round buttocks and slowly pulled down her panties.

Tonight was all my time; I didn't want to rush like last time. When the panties were halfway down, Zhao Jie's sparse, curly black hair slowly peeked out from the edge of her pants, standing before me.

I brought my mouth to it, deeply inhaling the mysterious scent emanating from her vulva. I then pounced on her legs, pulling the panties down to her knees with both hands, then using my feet to completely remove them, spreading Zhao Jie's legs wide open.

The familiar sight suddenly became somewhat dazzling. Unconscious, Zhao Jie didn't secrete any sweet fluid; her red labia shyly lay at the entrance of her vulva, half-concealing her clitoris.

This was the first time I'd put my face so close to Sister Zhao's private parts. I started trying to touch her labia with my tongue.

I smelled a slightly sour odor. I hesitated, wanting to pull my tongue back, but then held my breath and used the tip of my tongue to part her labia, teasing her flesh back and forth like slapping. At that moment, I realized the smell of a woman's private parts wasn't as strong as it smelled; instead, it was like a sweet spring, making a man want to suck it dry.

I began to relax and suckle, trembling as I inserted my tongue into Sister Zhao's vagina.

At first, the vaginal opening felt a little dry, but after a few teasing touches with my tongue, I quickly felt a sticky liquid slide into my mouth.

I sucked with all my might, then probed the lower part of Sister Zhao's pink slit with my tongue and licked upwards until I reached the sensitive nipple. My face was now covered in Sister Zhao's sour juice.

Perhaps because she felt something, Sister Zhao began to turn over a few times, finally curling up on her side on the bed.

After confirming she wasn't awake, I tightly embraced her buttocks from behind, so her genitals were facing my glans. Afraid she'd sober up, I forcefully thrust into her.

"Ah..." I felt a sharp pain in my glans. Perhaps due to the earlier pause, Zhao Jie's vagina had dried out, and being inherently narrow, the dryness caused pain as soon as I entered. Each entry was difficult.

I had to hold her buttocks down with my hands and slowly probe my penis in.

But the unconscious Zhao Jie responded slowly to stimulation from her vaginal walls, and the secretions weren't enough for me to slide quickly inside her.

I grabbed her breasts from behind, and as I thrust deeply into her, her breasts bounced against my hands. But the vagina, unable to accelerate the thrusting, gradually lost its lubrication, and I felt increasing pain down there. Perhaps tonight wasn't the right time for this. I decisively pulled

my penis out. Because of the tight contact between my penis and vagina, there was a "pop" sound, like a piston being turned.

When I saw the glans emerge, it was stained with a small amount of blood, which must have been because the lack of lubrication had torn the foreskin.

I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe it clean, ready to finish, but then I noticed there were no other wounds on my genitals. It was probably Zhao Jie's vagina that had been torn by my penetration.

I used both hands to spread her round buttocks apart and began to examine her private parts carefully. Then, I gently parted the labia with my fingers, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Due to the intense thrusting earlier, there was a small amount of white foam and some blood at the vaginal opening. After a while, a little more blood flowed out from the slit.

Looking at this blood, I thought of how it must have been when Jia enjoyed Zhao Jie's first time as a virgin.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but use the glans to plug the bleeding opening. Perhaps because of the blood, my entire penis was buried deep inside.

Strangely, this time, the discomfort from the dryness inside Zhao Jie's vagina, coupled with the resistance from the uneven vaginal walls, did not stop my thrusting. Instead, it accelerated my frenzy.

My lower abdomen kept bumping against her upturned buttocks, making a "slap...slap..." sound. The friction from our tightly intertwined lower bodies caused a dull ache, yet I frantically thrust in and out, left and right, lost in the fantasy that this was Zhao Jie's first time being penetrated in her virginity! Perhaps it was the unique aspect of "stealing love," but the satisfaction I felt far surpassed the sensation of taking Zhao Jie's virginity.

Due to excessive stimulation, my body relaxed, and immediately, all my nerves seemed to concentrate at the glans. A surge of heat, like an electric current, coursed through my body, surging out of my penis and spraying deep into Zhao Jie's flower core. I convulsed, tightly embracing Zhao Jie.

When I withdrew my genitals, they were red and wet from the torment, but still erect. I was surprised that I had never had such a strong erection before.

Looking again, Zhao Jie was still fast asleep, her familiar face still exuding the unique charm of a young woman.

Still not satisfied, I turned the unconscious Sister Zhao over and laid her flat on the bed. Then I pressed myself on top of her, placing her legs on my shoulders.

I began to move more vigorously, pressing my right hand against her mons pubis, inserting my entire penis and then pulling it out completely.

The tender skin of her vaginal opening gripped my penis, being pulled in and out with the movement. Under the influence of the red and white fluid slowly flowing from Sister Zhao's vulva, my entire penis once again plunged deeply into this little hole that had suffered so much tonight, until my testicles hit Sister Zhao's perineum.

Unlike before, this time, her vagina was filled with a mixture of semen and blood, moistening the entire opening.

I had never experienced such a comfortable vagina before, narrow yet lubricated and elastic.

After repeated thrusting, I felt the vagina, tightly gripping my penis, begin its first suction of the night.

It seemed that a woman's body reacted much more slowly at this point. Zhao Jie's hot vagina began to respond to each of my thrusts, sometimes retreating, her mons pubis pressing down on my penis as if trying to force me to withdraw, and sometimes her vaginal muscles tightening as if refusing to relax, gripping me powerfully and evenly.

I had never experienced this feeling with my wife. I felt I could no longer withstand this stimulation, so I pressed my body against Zhao Jie's soft body, feeling the friction between my chest and Zhao Jie's nipples with each thrust, enjoying the lewd sounds made by the constant contact and thrusting of our genitals.

I ejaculated inside Zhao Jie's body again. Although the amount of semen was less, the pleasure of ejaculation still left my whole body convulsing and completely limp.

Having sex with a drunk person, especially after a bout of heavy breathing, made me feel like I'd also drunk a lot; my head was spinning.

I checked the time; it was late. Worried that Jia might suddenly come back, and still relieved that everything had gone smoothly, I quickly got dressed and staggered home.

As soon as I entered, I saw my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Feeling guilty, I immediately realized what had happened and hurriedly explained, "It's a company party, the boss is there too."

But my wife quickly got up and hugged me.

Startled by this sudden action, I frantically tried to understand what was going on.

"It was Sister Zhao, she just called."

Hearing this, I was terrified. Had Sister Zhao called and reported me? "She... what happened to her?" "You mustn't tell anyone. Sister Zhao told me not to tell anyone."

My wife looked at me suspiciously, waiting for my answer.

Actually, I knew she would never keep her promise; that's how I always shared Sister Zhao's "secrets" with her.

"Okay, okay, I won't say."

I casually brushed it off, but more importantly, I wanted to know what had happened immediately.

"I went to sleep before you came back, but the phone call woke me up. It was Sister Zhao. She seemed very panicked, so I comforted her, but what she said scared me so much that I can't sleep anymore."

My wife seemed to be recalling the events of the moment with a sense of horror, hugging me tightly as she spoke.

"Did she and Jia fight again?" "Jia said she has to go on a business trip again today, and Sister Zhao didn't believe her, so she secretly followed her."

"You women just love to overthink!" I was actually quite happy that this had happened, bringing me another happy night, but to avoid being discovered by my wife, I pretended not to understand Sister Zhao.

"Ugh, are you going to listen to what I have to say?" My wife was a little annoyed that I had interrupted her.

To keep listening, I coaxed her again, "Don't interrupt, I'll listen carefully."

"Sister Zhao only remembers following Jia out, and then getting drunk. She can't remember what happened. She woke up in the middle of the night to find herself completely naked, as if she had been raped, but she checked and the doors and windows were locked."

Hearing that Sister Zhao was completely naked, my penis involuntarily rose again.

My wife seemed still immersed in fear and didn't notice the change in my lower body. She continued, "She called and said she was too scared to sleep and asked me to come and keep her company. But when I heard about this, I was scared too. It's not enough for just the two of us women; we need a man. So I told her to come and stay at our house until dawn."

"What did Sister Zhao say? Is she coming?" I blurted out, then realized I had been a bit too agitated.

"At first she refused, but I told her I really couldn't go to her house. You know, she doesn't have any other friends. After thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed.

After I hung up the phone, I was too scared to sleep, so I stayed here watching TV, waiting for you to come back."

I looked at my watch; it was already 3:30 in the morning. I said, "Then I'll go to sleep first, I don't care about you guys anymore."

Actually, I knew what had happened and secretly found it funny, but thinking about what I had done to Sister Zhao tonight, I felt a little embarrassed, so I made an excuse to go back inside.

My wife didn't dare to be outside alone either, so she followed me in, still clinging tightly to me.

Thinking about how Sister Zhao had been under me tonight without even realizing it, my heart surged with excitement again. The warmth of my wife's body as she held me intensified my desire. I roughly parted my wife's long, slender legs and thrust inside her.

My wife thought I was trying to comfort her, so she tried her best to open her legs and cooperate with my frantic thrusting.

I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my semen was almost gone, so the thrusting lasted a long time. But just then, the doorbell rang.

"Oh no, Sister Zhao is here!" my wife and I exclaimed simultaneously.

My wife hurriedly got up, grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the discharge, put on her pajamas, and went to the door.

At that moment, I couldn't describe my feelings. Nobody wants to be interrupted at a time like this, and I was actually a little annoyed with Sister Zhao for ruining my mood.

A torrential downpour began outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder. I

couldn't hear what the two of them were saying in the living room. Just as I was about to get up and go to the door to listen, my wife opened the door and asked if I could sleep on the sofa outside; she wanted to sleep with Sister Zhao.

I had no choice but to pack my things, grab a blanket, and go to the living room, glancing at Sister Zhao.

She was completely soaked; she must have rushed out without bringing any rain gear. From her eyes, I could tell she was really frightened tonight, her face filled with tension and confusion.

Seeing me looking at her, she nodded slightly apologetically and said hesitantly, "I'm sorry about tonight."

I was about to lie down on the sofa when my wife told Zhao Jie to take a hot shower first, lest she catch a cold.

I felt it was a bit unseemly for a grown man like me to lie on the sofa while the two of them were still awake, so I turned on the TV.

My wife busied herself preparing things for Zhao Jie's shower.

After a while, Zhao Jie was almost done showering, and I saw my wife take one of her own bras and a pair of disposable paper panties from the bedroom and bring them to the bathroom for Zhao Jie to change into. It turns out my wife is quite thoughtful; women are very particular about the hygiene of their underwear, after all, a woman's genitals are very "vulnerable" to bacteria, and disposable underwear is more hygienic.

For some reason, the two of them started laughing in the bathroom. It was probably a bit sudden, as the laughter was quite loud; you could hear it even with thunder outside. But they quickly stopped, as if realizing something.

Thinking about how the familiar underwear my wife usually wore would soon be on Sister Zhao's body, I pulled my wife to the sofa and pleaded, "Honey, let's finish what we were doing while Sister Zhao goes to take a shower."

"Ugh, there are strangers here, I'm so embarrassed,"

my wife blushed.

"But I feel so bad, we only did half of it, please understand,"

I continued to plead.

"Fine, just bear with it, if you really can't take it, should you take a sleeping pill?" "You took one?" "Yes, you think I wasn't upset when we only did half of it? I wanted it too! I'm not saying anything more, if you want one, take it yourself, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

After my wife finished speaking, she went to the bathroom door and came out with Sister Zhao.

Seeing them still laughing, I asked curiously, "What were you laughing about? It was so loud."

Sister Zhao and my wife were taken aback by my sudden question, then looked at each other.

I saw Sister Zhao's face flush red, while my wife quickly excused herself, saying, "Men shouldn't concern themselves with women's affairs!" and pulled Sister Zhao back to the room to sleep.

I, on the other hand, stared blankly at the boring TV in the middle of the night.

The night was so long, and the loud claps of thunder made the car alarms in the neighborhood go off incessantly. Coupled with the fact that the sofa was not comfortable to sleep on, I felt resentful towards Sister Zhao for the unpleasantness I had caused tonight.

I angrily went to the bathroom to relieve myself, but saw the bra my wife had given Sister Zhao to change into still on the washing machine.

I seemed to understand why they had been laughing earlier. My wife's breasts were not as big as Sister Zhao's, and Sister Zhao must have felt extremely uncomfortable wearing my wife's bra. That must have been the reason they were laughing.

Back in the living room, I found Sister Zhao already sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, she explained somewhat apologetically, "Your wife sleeps so well; even with such loud thunder, she didn't wake up."

Then, she awkwardly turned back to watch TV.

Seeing her somewhat flustered expression, I knew she was frightened by the thunder, especially tonight's thunderstorm. The bedroom lights were off, so she must have been terrified to come to the brightly lit living room.

I smiled and sat down on the sofa.

She sat on one side, and I on the other. We both felt very uncomfortable. The TV was showing some boring reruns, but we pretended to be engrossed.

After all, tonight had been a terrible night for Sister Zhao. First, she argued with her family, then I took advantage of her without her knowledge, making her think she'd been possessed by something "unclean," and now she was being subjected to the fear of thunder, especially with her partner sleeping so soundly.

Since I was bored, I started pretending to watch TV while observing her.

She was wearing my wife's brown floral cotton dress, her arms clasped together. The fabric, pressed tightly by her hands, accentuated the shape of her breasts, and her nipples peeked out from under the cotton.

I thought, I was right, she couldn't fit into my wife's bra, so she was wearing nothing.

For some reason, I'd already seen Zhao Jie's full, perky breasts twice, but the sight of them covered by this thin cotton felt strangely novel and exciting.

This stimulation made my lower body feel aroused again.

To avoid making a fool of myself here, I forced myself to focus on the television, but the program had already stopped airing.

Zhao Jie and I remained silent, still watching the TV.

When I glanced at her again, I noticed her eyes were occasionally looking in my direction. I pretended not to notice, but this silence was maddening. I started thinking about how to break the deadlock.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder seemed to strike the neighborhood.

Almost simultaneously, everything went dark.

Aside from the constant sirens of car alarms in the neighborhood, I couldn't see anything. The entire area was without power; it was pitch black.

I felt like I'd forgotten where I was. The thunder was terrifying. I was so frightened that I didn't regain my senses until everyone turned off their car alarms.

"Boom!" Another series of loud claps of thunder.

In the instant of the lightning, I saw Sister Zhao. She seemed to only then realize where I was. Just before the darkness returned after the lightning stopped, she squeezed next to me, pressing tightly against me, her body trembling violently.

For me, it all happened so suddenly.

I could feel her heart pounding, because her chest was pressed tightly against mine.

I didn't know whether to feel lucky or regretful that it was in my own home tonight.

I told myself that my wife was in another room, and that I had already taken Sister Zhao's body tonight; I couldn't do this in front of my wife. At the same time, I tried to persuade her not to hold me like that, as it would make me impulsive.

But no matter what I said, she wouldn't let go of me.

Left with no other option, I resorted to a last resort. I told her honestly, "Sister Zhao, please don't do this. It'll make me impulsive and I'll make a mistake."

Like thunder that never stops, she held me tightly, refusing to let go.

It was still pitch black all around, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pleaded with her again, "If you don't let go, I'm really going to make a mistake!" Still no response. I issued my final ultimatum: "I'll count to three, and then I'm going to start touching you."

Hearing this, I felt her head, resting on my shoulder, sway slightly, but she still didn't let go.

I didn't know if she wasn't letting go or if she wasn't agreeing to me touching her.

Without thinking, I started counting softly: "One, two—, three!" Actually, I didn't intend to actually touch her, but I clearly felt that because she was genuinely afraid of me touching her, her hand naturally moved towards her chest.

This action made me realize that she was actually guarding against me, and I suddenly felt a sense of defeat, a feeling of being rejected.

She interrupted my wife and me making love, and now she's offering herself to me, yet she won't give herself to me. A series of thoughts ignited a desire for revenge within me, fueled by a man's lustful desire for a woman's body. I craved her to take the initiative.

That, it seemed, could alleviate my guilt towards my wife.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but be surprised by my own boldness. I began to enjoy this thunderous roar; I longed for it to come even more fiercely! She was sitting to my left, so I forcefully used my left hand to separate her arm, firmly grasping her breast through her cotton skirt.

"Ah! I'm just scared, please don't!" Although she struggled with pleading, the soft "mmm, mmm" sounds deep in her throat betrayed her insincerity.

Now her resistance was merely a facade.

Because we couldn't see each other, I could only feel a panting, hot mouth searching for my face.

I followed the heat and tightly sucked on her lips, exchanging saliva.

My right hand, impatiently reaching behind Sister Zhao, slid down to her lower body, touching her firm, full buttocks through her cotton skirt.

All struggles were completely abandoned, replaced by Sister Zhao's frantic pounding of her hands against my back.

And so, on my living room sofa, we kissed without restraint.

At first, she only moaned softly.

We leaned against each other on the sofa, and I pressed my entire body against her. Since she was at the bottom, my right hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, had to be withdrawn, but it quickly slipped under the hem of her cotton skirt, reaching the base of her thighs.

I touched the disposable paper panties my wife had given her. This was the first time I had touched the inside of her thighs, gently tracing the delicate skin with my middle fingertip, while simultaneously, my index finger inadvertently touched her private parts through the thin paper.

Women can't resist such probing; she couldn't let my hand do as she pleased. Instead, she actively clamped my hand between her legs, as if afraid my hand would leave her, and then began to squeeze her legs from side to side, her vulva rubbing against my hand.

Her groans grew louder.

Although they were drowned out by the thunder, I gestured for her to be quiet.

My left hand, still covering her breasts through the soft cotton fabric, actually gave me a stronger pleasure than if I had directly covered them.

I caressed her breasts, which I had already ravaged that night; their elasticity felt different from when I was at her house earlier. Besides their incredible resilience, they were also softer, with the smoothness of the cotton fabric, creating a unique sensation.

I moved my body downwards, bending down to lick her erect nipples through her cotton skirt.

In the darkness, her hand awkwardly found my groin, unzipping my pants. My already hard penis felt the cool release.

She stroked it, clearly unsure how to properly care for a man's manhood, simply gripping it tightly and loosely.

Perhaps because I was sucking on her nipple, her breasts seemed larger and fuller than during my previous encounters.

I felt that my mouth alone wasn't enough to control myself, so I had to use my left hand again, squeezing it forcefully from the side through her cotton skirt towards the center of her breast, which I was holding in my mouth. I squeezed and kneaded it with effort, sometimes pinching and rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger in conjunction with my teeth.

Her soft breathing turned into heavy gasps.

Sister Zhao's sexy voice stimulated my lower body. I pulled my right hand out from under my legs and searched under the hem of her skirt, but in the darkness, I couldn't find the elastic band of that annoying disposable panty.

Impatiently, I touched her genitals again. A large amount of sticky fluid had already soaked the cotton panty covering her vulva. I couldn't wait any longer. "Hiss," without much force, my hand tore the disposable panty open from the damp spot, and the sticky pubic hair covered my hand with fluid.

I bit down on the nipple under her cotton skirt, which was already soaked with saliva, biting harder and harder, then opened my mouth wide enough to put both nipples in my mouth.

I bit the left one, then the right one.

The darkness erased all her shame, and she completely let go, breathing heavily as if she had never been so excited.

I was too aroused, and she was probably too excited too, pulling hard on my penis.

I was in so much pain that tears almost came to my eyes, but it was also incredibly stimulating.

She tried to lift her hips up, and I groped along the mucus with my right middle finger, preparing to insert it into her vagina.

As soon as my finger touched her labia, she suddenly grabbed my hand with one hand.

I knew what she was thinking and immediately whispered, "Don't worry, I washed my hands, they're clean."

She then released my hand.

And so, my middle finger was deeply buried in her flesh.

I turned my palm upwards, and my middle finger began to bend repeatedly, touching the concentric rings of the vaginal walls. I began to repeatedly stimulate the G-spot clitoris inside her vagina.

She seemed to be saying something amidst her heavy breathing, and I leaned closer, faintly hearing her urging me to enter her body quickly.

I knew it was time, but I still deliberately said, "No, Sister Zhao, I've already made a mistake with you once, I... I can't."

As I spoke, I tried to leave her.

But Sister Zhao was already beyond control. She quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, pushed me down to the other end of the sofa, spread her legs and placed them on my waist, one hand on the back of the sofa to steady herself, then used her other hand to find my erect penis, groped for her vulva, and sat down hard.

"Plop!" Because Sister Zhao's vulva was so wet, my penis made a muffled sound when it went in.

Indescribable pleasure! This was the first time Sister Zhao had used her hand to guide my penis into her most secret place.

Although my wife had taken her medication and was fast asleep, I was still a little worried. Although my penis was inside Sister Zhao's flesh, I was still somewhat absent-minded, letting her move on her own.

She probably wasn't quite satisfied, so she began to sway her body up and down, back and forth, in sync with my penis, her movements becoming more vigorous than usual.

I don't know if it was the darkness or the atmosphere of the storm, but it ignited a more primal wildness within me, and I began to thrust my hips upwards with abandon.

Each time I penetrated deeply, a large amount of Zhao Jie's secretions splattered with the impact of our genitals. A few times, when I went too deep and touched her cervix, she would convulse in pain.

I felt more and more fluid flowing down her buttocks, onto my pubic hair, and then onto my legs. The stimulation made me thrust even harder. We didn't need to speak, nor could we see each other's lewd expressions.

Her movements changed from large to small and rapid, her breathing becoming increasingly indistinct. She pulled my hand up from under her skirt and placed it on her breast.

I knew she was about to climax, so I squeezed her hard in response, my penis thrusting in and out rapidly. This was my first time doing this, and the novel stimulation quickly made me feel like I couldn't hold back my semen. I signaled to her that I was going to ejaculate.

Another loud clap of thunder followed.

I vaguely heard her cry out a few times after reaching her peak of excitement. I didn't care about anything else, straightened up, pushed her down again, and quickly buried my penis deep into her vagina. After two or three seconds, a surge of pleasure erupted, and she twitched a few times before collapsing limply beneath me.

We remained like that for a few minutes. I kissed her face; she remained limp on the sofa, unable to recover.

I got up, went to the bathroom by memory, found the toilet paper, and returned to the living room.

I easily reached the sofa, because Zhao Jie's continuous breathing in the darkness had already told me her location.

She couldn't move, and didn't want to move, so I used paper to thoroughly clean my lower body, legs, and pubic hair. Then I sat on the sofa, feeling around her body, which I knew well after several encounters, until I found her private parts. I wiped her lower body clean and tidied her up.

I then helped her to the bedroom and placed her next to my wife.

I was worried and gently called my wife a few times, but she was still fast asleep and didn't answer. I then went back to the living room to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, past 8 a.m., and was startled. I usually sleep late, but today was an exception because I wanted to get up early to check on the traces I hadn't cleaned up the night before.

As I thought this, I observed the sofa, and the area around where we had been so passionate last night was so clean.

Yes, look at those torn underwear!

I was about to check the trash can when I saw Sister Zhao already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. It seemed she had gotten up earlier than me and cleaned up the mess.

"What a thoughtful woman!" I smiled knowingly.

When Sister Zhao saw me watching her from the kitchen doorway, she seemed a little embarrassed and avoided direct eye contact. Her face was noticeably flushed, a woman's most alluring charm, reminding me of the mornings I spent with my wife when we first lived together.

Heh, I can't think about it anymore, I'm getting "erect" again. I'd better go check on my wife.

I went back to the bedroom; my wife was still fast asleep in bed.

Heh, I chuckled inwardly. Then I heard Sister Zhao come to the door and call my wife to get up for breakfast.

After my wife finished washing up, the three of us ate breakfast together. Sister Zhao and my wife chatted and laughed, and I noticed her glancing at me every now and then, her eyes filled with happiness—something she'd never done before. I didn't really hear what they were saying.

My wife suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Stay a few more days, until Jia begs you to go back, so Jia knows what life is like without you!" I stopped, waiting for her answer.

She looked up at me.

My wife, thinking she was worried I wouldn't agree, said, "He won't object! Don't worry, he wouldn't dare disobey me!" "Then thank you all!" Sister Zhao nodded in agreement.

The three of us laughed.

I looked at her, and she looked at me; we happily spent a joyful morning laughing! Sister Zhao stayed at my house, but unfortunately, when I came home from work, the two women either went shopping or chatted incessantly, acting as if I didn't exist.

Sometimes, I would sit with my wife's back to me, watching Sister Zhao, and occasionally Sister Zhao would steal glances at me.

When their eyes met, I could see regret and helplessness in her eyes as well. I guessed perhaps she wasn't really listening to my wife's nagging either.

Sure enough, she was always at a loss for words when my wife suddenly asked her questions.

It was a painful torment, bittersweet yet with the sweetness of first love.

Every night, Sister Zhao would take a hot shower. Listening to the irregular dripping of the water, I would fantasize that I was the hot water flowing over every inch of Sister Zhao's skin. Only at this moment could I release all the pent-up desires from these sexual fantasies onto my wife. At night, I would masturbate alone on the sofa until my body was weak and I fell into a deep sleep.

This happened every day.

On the third day, I started to feel weakness in my limbs and severe pain in my lower back, forcing me to stop this frenzied activity.

The fourth day was a Saturday. Due to the continuous exertion, when I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

I looked around but didn't see the two women. The bedroom door was open, and apart from the neatly folded blankets, the room was empty.

I went to the kitchen and heard someone taking a shower in the bathroom. In broad daylight, it must have been my wife; it seemed Sister Zhao had gone home.

Thinking of this, I felt an indescribable sense of loss, and my already exhausted body felt even heavier.

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