My Friend's Wife, Shall I Ride Her? [1-5 Complete] (Author: gfuudel)

"What's wrong? You look so gloomy. Did my wife ruin your clothes? If you have something to say, just say it. What's wrong with alcohol?" Liu Chong patted my shoulder and said.

I lowered my head and downed another pitcher of beer. Looking at this childhood friend, what could I say? Should I tell him everything I saw at his house? He's a good guy in every way, except he's too impulsive.

I waved my hand. "Nothing much. I watched TV at your house for a while. The Chinese Olympic team played terribly, so I was in a bad mood and had a drink."

"Oh, that's it. But you really should have gotten completely drunk. What kind of rubbish did they play!" He cursed angrily. "Miss, give me two pitchers too."

It turns out that bringing a drunkard home in the middle of the night is so tiring. The cold wind seemed to have sobered him up a bit, and Liu Chong seemed to be sobering up as well. I thought about it all the way home and decided that a short, sharp pain was

better than a long, drawn-out one, so I told him anyway. "Chong, I saw Xiaowei at your house today..." "She, what happened to her? My wife didn't say anything. She's the love of my life, she's the one I love most, she..."

He mumbled a few incoherent words, then leaned against me and fell asleep again, still muttering something, but I suspect it was some kind of prehistoric language; I couldn't understand a word.

Finally, we managed to hail a taxi. Liu Chong was completely unconscious. Four pitchers of beer wasn't a small amount for someone like me with a very low alcohol

tolerance. I finally managed to carry him home. His house was an ordinary two-bedroom apartment. In the world of romance novels, it seemed like everyone there was a rich guy, but we were just ordinary people. The upscale residences in the western district and the luxury villas in the suburbs were simply out of our reach.

To get married, Liu Chong reluctantly sold a famous painting his father had left him. Once, after drinking too much, he came to me, his eyes red, and said, "You know, that painting was the only thing my father left me. I sold it to get married. Looking at it is like seeing my father. I'm so unfilial, sob sob..."

But his girlfriend is really great. She's 1.68 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. Her features are ordinary, but the combination is simply perfect. She also has the surname Liu, and we guys jokingly called Liu Chong a same-sex couple. After they got married, she treated him even better, making everyone envious. He was so happy, he couldn't stop smiling.

Yesterday, after watching the NBA regular season game, Yao Ming played really well, even getting a triple-double! I can't even describe it. We friends drink when we're in a good mood, and we drink when we're in a bad mood. I got so drunk I couldn't even go home. Thinking about it, Wang Chong's house was the closest, and I didn't even consider that they were newlyweds, so I just went to their house to sleep. I have a problem with alcohol; I throw up as soon as I drink. Well, I threw up my brand new clothes almost like a volcanic eruption.

The next day, when I sobered up, I felt terrible. Liu Chong looked at me and laughed. "You shouldn't drink if you can't handle it! Good grief, now how are you going to go out?" After teasing me for a while, they gave me a set of clothes to wear, saying their wife had taken my clothes to the dry cleaners so my parents wouldn't feel bad about it.

That evening, another buddy of mine, Zhao Dong, a police officer from the Chengdong Police Station, had his son's one-month celebration. I knew all my buddies had to go.

As we drank, the conversation turned to my clothes. Those guys, full of tricks, started making it up that I'd gone to a brothel yesterday without money, and the brothel had confiscated my clothes—the story was so convincing. After a couple of jins of Jinliufu cigarettes, I was red-faced and argued with them. Liu Chong, that guy, wasn't fair either. He knew his wife had taken the clothes to the dry cleaners, but he just joined in the commotion. I got so angry that I grabbed Liu Chong's keys and insisted on going to his house to get the clothes back so I could wear them and show them to everyone.
"Whatever, haha, it's fine. My wife's on the night shift, she's not home."

"Haha, we thought you were so generous, letting that pervert go upstairs even when your wife's home alone. He's the kind of guy who passed notes to the prettiest girl in elementary school!" Everyone was still teasing him.

Luckily, the small restaurant wasn't far from his building. Oh, and let me clarify something: not every cop is rich, corrupt, or can afford to eat and drink at fancy restaurants and hotels. However, while about a third of the cops are corrupt, it seems like everyone in the public eye is a bad person. Actually, many cops are quite good.

He lives on the sixth floor. Thinking about it, the building developers in our area are such bastards. The regulations state that buildings above the eighth floor must have elevators, but his are all seventh floors. Living on the sixth, I have to climb every step of the way. I could hear people talking upstairs when I got to the third floor.

"Yeah, I switched shifts with someone else. He went out to eat with his buddies today. Yeah, one of their buddies is having his baby's one-month celebration today and won't be back tonight. I'm in the hallway now. Yeah, hurry up, I miss you." Then came the sound of the door opening.

Damn it, another pair of adulterers, I cursed inwardly. Taking advantage of her husband's absence to cheat on her at home. But if it were me, I'd be quite happy. With the internet so readily available now, I haven't seen any of that "China's internet construction" or "China's information superhighway," it seems like cheating has just become easier, making it harder for prostitutes to work. Liu Chong seems to have made a small fortune recently, even getting a used computer at home; I suspect his motives aren't pure either.

I quickened my pace, wanting to see who this woman was. When I reached the fifth and a half floor, I spotted her door closing. Instantly, I sobered up halfway.

I picked up my phone to dial, but then thought better of it. Knowing his temper, if I spoke now, he might cause a scene while drunk. I put it off and started smoking on the fifth and a half floor.

About ten minutes later, a man came up. The hallway was dark, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed about my height, though thinner. He knocked on Liu Chong's door, "Sis, are you home? I've come to see you." As soon as the door opened, Liu Chong's wife saw me and exclaimed, "

Brother's here! Come in, come in!"

I immediately followed her in, pressing my ear against the door. I heard someone inside say, "There was a guy smoking on the fifth floor, I was a little scared to come up."

"It's okay, nobody in this building knows us. Why are you so late?" "

It's alright, I missed you so much."

"Wait, take a shower first. They could drink all night, we have plenty of time."

A little while later, I heard some noise inside, but it was quite far from the bedroom, so I couldn't make out what it was. But I was sure those two were having sex. I stood outside, racking my brains trying to figure out what to do. Then I thought, no, I have to go in. I walked to the door and knocked hard.

"Who is it?" The voice inside sounded nervous.

"It's me, open the door, I've come to get my clothes."

About a minute later, Liu Wei opened the door for me, wearing a pink nightgown. Her nipples were clearly visible. I looked at her closely; she was breathing rapidly, her face still flushed, and she seemed hesitant to meet my gaze. "

Xiao Gang's here. Your clothes are in the room. I'll get them after the dry cleaning. I'll bring them to you." I stood at the door, not moving, and looked around the living room. There was nothing of that kid's; he hid them really quickly.

She brought the clothes out from the inner room, her head bowed, and said, "You guys drank so fast today! Why isn't my Liu Chong back yet?"

"Not yet, but those guys keep saying I kept taking my clothes from the girls. I have to get my face back."

Hearing me say this, she let out a long sigh. "You guys, all you do is drink. You've ruined your health. Tell my Liu Chong to come home early.""Okay, I'll tell him in a bit that his wife wants him to go home early. I'm off." She deliberately bumped into the door as she turned.

"Did you break anything?"

"It's fine. I can handle a pound of Jinliufu liquor without any problems." Hearing this, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips, but I still noticed it.

Sorry, there's no explicit content in this part. I originally wanted to rewrite "Adultery" following the C600 style, but this guy hasn't updated, and I don't know how to change the characters. It's okay, just keep it original. I'd like to hear everyone's opinions on how the story develops. Also, some of the language here is in Northeastern dialect, which might be difficult for people from the South to understand. Please forgive me. Also, it took me an hour and eleven minutes to type this, which seems like a pretty good typing speed, haha.
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