Friend's wife, Xue'er

My name is Zhao Jun. I'm an average-looking guy, with a thick waist and thick legs. Not many beautiful women would be interested in me. My dad is useless; he doesn't have a rich or powerful father. After working for eight years, I finally managed to become a supervisor at a small company, only to be fired for offending the boss. My girlfriend of two years also left me, saying, "I can't get any satisfaction from you materially," before running off with a rich second-generation. While I couldn't satisfy her materially, I could always give her ecstasy physically. But I still succumbed to the allure of money.

Today, I'm looking for a job and have to cancel my rented apartment in the suburbs. I'll be staying at a college classmate's house for the night. My classmate's name is Lin Yuancheng. He's handsome and had many girlfriends in college, leading a very dissolute life. Until he met his current wife, Wang Xueer. Xueer is eight years younger than Yuancheng, slim, gentle, and generous. Every time I see Xueer, her prominent breasts and perky, straight legs make me incredibly aroused. Yuancheng is now wholeheartedly devoted to being a good husband and has stopped having affairs. He loves his wife very much. They got married less than six months after meeting. Yuancheng is considered a second-generation official; his father is the mayor of Lin'an City and a very upright person. Yuancheng is also considered successful in his career and has a harmonious family.

Looking at the address on my phone, I arrived at Yuancheng's building. Their building in the city center is considered quite prestigious in a big city like Shanghai. I estimate that even working for 30 years wouldn't be enough to afford a toilet here.

It was already 4 o'clock. Yuancheng had heard I was coming and specially asked Xue'er to wait for me at home. I dialed a number on my phone. "Beep...beep," and soon a gentle female voice sounded in my ear: "Hello, is this Zhao Jun?"

"Oh, Xue'er, I'm downstairs."

"Oh, you can go upstairs first. My apartment is on the 15th floor, 1502. I'm...um, not feeling well right now

." "Okay, I'll hang up now."

I took the elevator upstairs and went inside.

A woman's voice came from inside: "Jun-ge, please sit down first. I just finished showering."

I naturally closed the door and walked into the living room, looking around. I casually picked up the remote from the sofa and started watching TV. After a while, Xue'er came out of the bedroom. Today, she was wearing a short home dress on her lower body and a tank top on her upper body, which was unusual. Her fair arms and legs really attracted my eyes, and I couldn't bear to

look away. Seemingly a little embarrassed by my direct gaze, Xue'er's cheeks flushed slightly. She gave me a coquettish glare. That one glance almost stole my soul. Xue'er's unintentional flirtatious manner made me feel hot and bothered, and I immediately became aroused. I slightly adjusted my posture. A little awkwardly, "Has Yuancheng not come back yet?"

Xue'er sat down directly next to me and lazily stretched. She said with sleepy eyes, "He probably won't be back for another hour or so."

The atmosphere became more and more awkward. I couldn't find a topic to talk about, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"Oh, I'll go cook. Don't blame me if it's not good, Jun-ge." Her soft voice made me want to pin her down and ravage her body.

I continued watching TV, while Xue'er busied herself in the kitchen. My mind was completely elsewhere. My thoughts were filled with Xue'er's white thighs and full breasts. "Jun-ge, could you take my phone down from the pillow in the bedroom?" Xue'er's

sweet voice interrupted my thoughts. I went into the bedroom. There was a faint scent, the same scent as Xue'er, which aroused my imagination. I walked to the bedside and picked up the phone. Just as I was about to turn around, I noticed something under the phone.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black lace-trimmed garment. I swallowed hard, couldn't help but reach out and pick it up, glancing furtively towards the door. I looked down. I never expected Xue'er to wear something like this. What would the gentle Xue'er look like in this? The thought of Xue'er wearing only this little strip of cloth to please Yuan-yuan filled me with insane jealousy.

"Jun-ge, did you find it?"

I hurriedly put it in my pocket. I rushed out of the bedroom, went to the kitchen, and handed the phone to Xue'er.

Xue'er took the phone, but it slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up. When I bent down, I almost spat blood.

From my angle, I could see her white cleavage. The deep cleavage was full and snow-white, and my gaze was almost drawn in. Looking further out, I realized that Xue'er wasn't wearing a bra, and I could vaguely see her nipples. Xue'er suddenly stood up, and I was caught off guard and bumped my head hard. I fell backward, and my hand instinctively grabbed Xue'er. I felt her fragrant body in my arms, her breasts pressing against my chest through a thin layer of fabric. My right hand grasped something warm and elastic, and I subconsciously squeezed it. "Ooh..." Xue'er let out a sound. Looking down, I realized that I was holding Xue'er's buttocks. What made my blood boil most was that Xue'er wasn't wearing any clothes. Her short skirt rode up, and from my angle, I could see my index finger pressing against her anus. A hot, erection surged through my pants, pressing against the base of her thighs.

Xue'er seemed to notice and hurriedly sat up, which put her right on top of me, my entire body nestled between her legs. The slight friction made Xue'er tremble slightly. She hurriedly stood up, forgetting that she wasn't wearing any clothes, and that I was lying on the floor. Her pink vulva came into view, the slight curve of her inverted triangle teasing my heart. My desire was unbearable, and my erection bulged dramatically. Xue'er looked at my lower body with an embarrassed and puzzled expression. I looked down and fled. Then a scream came from the kitchen.

I rushed into the bathroom and splashed water on my face to calm myself down. Suddenly, I remembered the pink vulva in my pocket, and unconsciously took it out and held it to my nose, inhaling deeply. There was a faint smell of urine, and slight white stains on the wrapped area. The tent in my pants actually got bigger, so I had no choice but to unzip my jeans and pull out my thick member. I don't have much to be proud of, but this is my most prized manhood; my ex-girlfriend begged for mercy every day after I fucked her, experiencing ecstasy. It was 20cm long and 5cm thick, about the size of an egg, with raised barbs on the shaft and base. I stroked it back and forth for a full half hour before ejaculating, each spurt lasting about 20 seconds. Suddenly, I felt a shadow flash by the bathroom door. I turned around in surprise, but saw nothing; it was probably just my imagination. [The End]

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