He slept with his girlfriend's best friend.

Let me tell you how I developed feelings for my girlfriend's (wife's) best friend, and how, from fantasizing to gradually taking action, we eventually became friends with benefits, a process that took about four or five years, from 2009 to 2013.
My girlfriend and I were college classmates, and we recently got married. We both graduated with master's degrees. We met in our freshman year, but we weren't in the same major or department.
Later, we both went on to graduate school at the same university, again in different departments.
After the graduate school semester started, one of the new graduate students in my girlfriend's department was a beautiful girl from another university. This girl is the protagonist of this story. Because she was in the same department as my girlfriend, she and my girlfriend became close friends. This is the beautiful girl I later longed for, and finally got my wish, and slept with several times.
Our university is located in a city in North China. It's not a particularly good or bad university. My girlfriend's graduate advisor is a department head, and coincidentally, she also applied to work for that same department. This is how my girlfriend and her advisor gradually became closer. Of course, I didn't know her at first, but my girlfriend often talked about her to me, saying she was quite pretty, often liked by her advisor, and frequently spent time in his office.
Later, as time went on, since we were both at the same university, I gradually got to know her too.
I remember the first time I met her was when my girlfriend and I were together. She immediately said, "Wow, she's quite handsome!" I'm not very outgoing, even a bit introverted, so I felt a little embarrassed.
At that time, my impression of her was also quite good. She was indeed quite pretty, with a good figure, around 160cm tall, neither too thin nor too plump, and her breasts were at least a D cup, no smaller than my girlfriend's. Her style was quite elegant, but not overly sexy; somewhere between sexy and innocent.
I've always considered myself to be somewhat lustful at heart, but due to my personality, it's not very obvious. To be honest, I pursued my girlfriend for three years before we got together, but she's just average-looking, maybe a 5 or 6 out of 10, and a bit on the plump side.
Aside from her full breasts (D cup), her other features like her waist, legs, and hips aren't particularly striking.
So, since meeting her, I've paid quite a bit of attention to her. Of course, I often talk about her with my wife, but I rarely tell my girlfriend about my interest and admiration for her, for fear of making her jealous or suspicious.
From my girlfriend, I learned that she's also from this city (my girlfriend and I are also from this city), has a boyfriend who was her high school classmate, and is now pursuing a master's degree in another city in the north.
For a while, my impression of her was quite good, and I didn't have any wicked thoughts or prejudices.
But as time went on and things developed, my attitude and views towards her slowly began to change.
There were two main reasons for this change: First
, I discovered that this woman's relationship with her supervisor was quite unusual. Whenever she had free time, she would frequently visit his office. Although her supervisor was a leader, he was a playful person, not the workaholic type who was always busy with administration, research, or career advancement.
My girlfriend told me that sometimes the supervisor wouldn't go home at night and would stay at the university (the university provides lounges for department leaders). This woman would occasionally come to his office in the evenings to chat, and they would often play pool together, go out to eat, and so on.
On several occasions, the supervisor even took her with him on business trips, ostensibly for academic exchange and learning.
Gradually, my girlfriend said that rumors began to circulate among the students in their department that this woman had an ambiguous relationship with her supervisor, whose current marital situation was not good, and who was in a long-term state of separation and cold war with his wife.
From this point on, I began to have a different view of her. I thought she was not a pure girl, but a flirtatious and promiscuous woman. After that, I often fantasized about her, imagining her as my woman, being able to hug and kiss her, and even have sex with her.
Of course, it was inevitable that I would see her, and sometimes my wife and I would even have meals with her.
That's the first point. The second point, the change in my attitude and opinion towards her, stemmed from something that made me very upset and angry.
One time, I discovered that my girlfriend had a recently added male friend on QQ who had been constantly contacting her for the past few days.
Naturally, I had to ask my girlfriend what was going on.
She didn't hide anything from me and immediately said that she (the female protagonist in this story) had given him my QQ number, and he had added me.
I asked her why she would give her QQ number to a guy. She explained that this guy was her (the female protagonist's) college classmate, and he didn't have a girlfriend yet, so she insisted that she (the female protagonist) introduce him to one of her current classmates.
You can imagine how angry I was at this point. I won't go into the details of what I wanted to say here, but I told my girlfriend, "How could she be like this!
Isn't she obviously trying to break us up? Don't get too close to her anymore; this kind of woman is too insidious!" My girlfriend said she didn't want to get to know that guy, but since he added her as a friend, she couldn't just ignore him.
Of course, she's still very loyal to me, and our relationship has remained stable and unaffected by this.
But from then on, I harbored resentment towards her. This resentment couldn't be vented in reality, so I often fantasized about conquering her in bed, fucking her relentlessly, making her give me oral sex, and ejaculating hard into her vagina and face as a way to vent my resentment.
Of course, as everyone knows, this is just wishful thinking and a fantasy, and it's unlikely to ever come true.
But as time went on, and as I fantasized more, I increasingly felt that perhaps it was possible.
During this period, I saw her upload artistic photos of herself and her boyfriend on social media several times. Some of the photos were even very sexy, with her dressed in black stockings and a short skirt.
Whenever I saw these photos, I became even more aroused.
I even went to the bathroom and masturbated after looking at the photos.
Three years have almost passed in the blink of an eye. By then, my girlfriend and her have become best friends, and I've naturally gotten to know her better too. We often chat and joke around when we meet.
Then, as graduation approached, I decided to put my fantasy into practice; I wanted to make it a reality.
So, I started to become more outgoing, joking with her whenever I had the chance, even chatting with her on QQ.
Of course, my girlfriend knew all this and didn't mind, because she knew she had a boyfriend and they were best friends.
Over time, my relationship with this girl deepened. I noticed she wasn't as polite to me as before, but rather showed her true self. I played along, often talking to her about things like fashion, clothes, and body shape, and discussing everyday life. I even complimented her boyfriend's good looks when my girlfriend wasn't around, saying he was lucky.
She probably could tell I had feelings for her (although I felt these feelings weren't genuine romantic feelings, but rather deliberate attempts to win her over). I also slowly sensed that she was developing feelings for me too, which was evident in our conversations and the way she looked at me when we met!
In 2012, we graduated. As fate would have it, my girlfriend and I both stayed in the city to work.
Her job was arranged by our advisor, which made it hard for me not to believe that there was no romantic relationship between her and him.
My girlfriend still contacted her frequently, occasionally having meals together. Around the same time, her boyfriend also graduated from another city and returned to work in this city.
Gradually, I decided to put my plan into action. However, she and her boyfriend were already living together in a small one-bedroom apartment, which was an unused apartment in her boyfriend's family home.
This made it difficult for me to make a move, since they were living together, and it would be easy for her boyfriend to find out if I asked her out or contacted her through QQ or WeChat.
One day in the summer of 2013, the opportunity finally came. Although I was completely unprepared, the result was very satisfying, no, it exceeded my expectations.
Around June 2013, my girlfriend married a mutual classmate of hers (a graduate student in their department). The wedding banquet was held at a hotel in the northern part of the city one day (I can't remember the exact date).
My girlfriend wanted to attend, but because it was a weekday and she was busy with work (she works for a state-owned enterprise in the city), she couldn't find the time. So, she asked me to take a red envelope to the wedding banquet (I'm currently a freelancer). I drove to the hotel around 11 a.m.
A while later, I finally saw the heroine of this story, whom I had been longing to see. To my delight, her boyfriend couldn't come today, and she was attending the wedding as a bridesmaid. She was wearing makeup and dressed rather sexily and glamorously, which immediately aroused my desire.
I started planning how to find an opportunity to spend some time alone with her after the banquet.
During the banquet, I hadn't drunk any alcohol because I was driving, but she, as a bridesmaid, had been persuaded to drink some red wine. When the banquet ended, I naturally offered her a ride home, and she readily agreed.
After saying goodbye to the bride and groom, she got in and sat in the passenger seat. You can imagine how I felt at that moment; I was even afraid it would affect my driving.
I tried to calm myself down and drove slowly.
Then, I tried to be brave and bold, and started chatting with her. First, I complimented her on how beautiful and sexy she looked, and said that I would invite her to be my bridesmaid when we got married. Later, I even said that if I hadn't already met my current girlfriend, I would have pursued her.
I think she probably sensed some of my feelings for her. Because she'd had a few drinks, she wasn't embarrassed by what I said. Instead, she said ambiguously, "You've known me for years,
I bet you've wanted to pursue me for a long time.
Are you afraid of your wife?
You've never praised me like this in front of your wife."
Hearing this, I was overjoyed and continued with even more ambiguous things. I said, "My wife can't compare to you in any way. You're my dream girl..."
As I spoke, I noticed her expression turn awkward for a moment. It turned out she'd seen a box of condoms in the car. I secretly thought, "Perfect for this. I'll steer the conversation towards sex and test the waters." So I asked her, "Hey, what brand of condoms do you two use?"
Of course, she didn't answer directly but instead said, "You pervert."
At this point, I thought I'd achieved my goal. If she was smart, she should know what I was thinking about her...
A few minutes later, we arrived at their place. She had taken the day off and didn't have to work that afternoon.
I said, "Then you should go back and rest."
At that moment, I desperately wanted her to invite me to their house, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I could only leave the rest to her.
Sure enough, my words on the way hadn't been in vain. She looked at me with a suggestive smile and said, "Come on, come upstairs with me for a drink of water. Sit down for a bit. Otherwise, if XY (my girlfriend's name) finds out, she'll definitely say I'm insensitive and don't consider you a friend."
At that moment, I was incredibly excited. Suppressing my excitement, I said, "Okay, no need for water, I just need to use the restroom."
When we got to their house, I wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and have my way with her.
But I couldn't act like a rapist, and besides, I hadn't been drinking; I was a sober person and couldn't do anything too outrageous.
I thought to myself, since she brought me upstairs, it means she already has feelings for me. I was right; this woman was indeed a wanton slut.
But I couldn't just wait for a woman to take the initiative, could I? As I was thinking this, she asked me to sit on the sofa in the living room for a while; she needed to use the restroom.
That's when it suddenly occurred to me that I could go to their bedroom. The atmosphere would be different in a different room, making it easier to make my move than in the living room.
When I got to the bedroom, I saw bras, sheer lace panties, and stockings hanging on the clothes rack. My heart was pounding. Just as I was staring at them, she came out of the bathroom and called to me. I answered, and she said, "Why did you come to my bedroom uninvited?" She had been staring at the clothes on the rack when she entered the bedroom.
She grinned mischievously, but I couldn't control myself. I quickly hugged her. She resisted slightly, and I felt the warmth of her large breasts. I started kissing her, my hands groping her haphazardly, trembling as I told her about my desire for her body.
She stopped resisting and instead looked at me with a slightly aroused smile, teasing me, saying, "You stinky men, when you see a beautiful woman like me, you can't wait to possess her body, can you?"
I calmed down a bit and asked her to have sex. She disagreed, saying it definitely wouldn't work at home, her boyfriend would probably be home from work soon, and we should arrange a place another day.
At this point, I became more rational, worried that since this was their home, there were too many uncontrollable factors, and it would be terrible if something went wrong and we were discovered.
I hugged her and said, "What should I do if I feel so pent up? Can you help me release it with your mouth?" (I didn't directly ask for oral sex; I didn't know if she would be angry if I asked that). She actually smiled and agreed, which was expected, because I had always imagined her as a slut, but it also surprised me; I didn't expect her to agree to my request so easily on our first time!
So I pinned her down on the bed, unzipped my pants, and exposed my large penis. I first rubbed it against her breasts through her clothes, which almost made me ejaculate. Then I put it to her mouth, and I was surprised at how skilled this little slut was; she did it much better than my girlfriend.
After about ten minutes, I said I was going to ejaculate, and she immediately spat it out, telling me to go to the bathroom and do it myself. I didn't force her, so I went to the bathroom to do it.
After we were done, she said, "You should go now, we can meet up again sometime." I looked at my watch; it was almost five o'clock.
Since then, we've met up three times.
These three encounters with her were the most unforgettable and pleasurable moments of my day. Her slutliness and wantonness in bed exceeded my expectations.
Every time I fucked her hard, I told myself that I had finally fulfilled my long-held wish and goal.
I had finally enjoyed a woman other than my wife, and a stunningly beautiful one at that.
The first time was in July 2013, during the day. We booked a room at a local hotel. This was the first time I actually had sex with a woman other than my girlfriend. We did it three times in three hours.
The second time was after we had planned to go to a nearby coastal city for two days. I lied to my girlfriend, saying I was going to a city in the south to discuss a business deal, and she lied to her boyfriend, saying she was going on a business trip. We were together for two nights and one day that time. I remember doing it five times on the first night and three times on the second night. Normally,
my girlfriend and I only had sex every two to three days. So when I came back, I didn't touch my girlfriend for more than a week, only saying that I was very tired from my recent business trip.
The third time was a few days before her wedding. I was worried that once they were married, I wouldn't have another chance. Even so, it seemed that neither my girlfriend (now my wife) nor her boyfriend (now her husband) knew about it, since we were both very cautious.
However, the last time she said that after getting married, she would have to be responsible for her family and probably wouldn't play around like that anymore.

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