Best Man (The End) Author: Da Gen Zai

Author: Da Genzai
Word Count: 11055

Original Text: Best Man, Author: Bob, Original Chinese Translation: Da Genzai

I strolled alone along the South Bank of London. It's a famous spot, with numerous cultural events and
street place that keeps people coming back for more.

My phone rang. I saw it was my friend Tom in New York calling.

It had been a year since I'd heard from him. Tom was my classmate; we studied and
graduated together. Twelve years ago, we graduated together from the Department of Mechanical Engineering at Oxford University in England. After graduation,
Tom moved to the United States, where he found a job at an engineering company in New York and later rose to
a management position.

I stayed in England to continue my studies and eventually earned a PhD. I am Kevin, thirty-five years old,
small in stature, but six feet one inch tall. I am still unmarried and have no girlfriend. In Oxford, I own
a three-bedroom townhouse.

My good friend Tom is married to the beautiful Natasha, and they have a three-year-old daughter.
Natasha has a small shop that sells handicrafts.

I first met Natasha six years ago. However, the reason for the meeting was that I was their
best man at their wedding.

Natasha and I got along very well; we enjoyed each other's humor. We
spent before I returned to England. After returning home, we could only communicate by phone and Skype.
As the days went by, we slowly drifted apart. I was always the one who initiated the calls,
but it always felt like I was intruding on their lives, especially for Tom.

Oh, I digress.

Back to the phone call. Tom said he saw a message online: I was going to New York for a
conference to present my paper. He said he planned to take a few days off to meet me and would
pick me up at the airport. I agreed to his offer, and two weeks later, I arrived in New York to meet Tom.

That day, just after clearing immigration, I heard him call my name. He hugged me warmly,
then got into his car and drove back to his Manhattan apartment. I knew this area was mostly one-bedroom
apartments , so I had already booked a hotel nearby.

Natasha was still working, so Tom and I had more time to chat. Afterwards, we took
a walk in Central Park. Around 6 PM, Tom suggested we go for a couple of drinks.

He said Natasha would be home around 7 PM. We could have dinner together after she got home. I didn't
mind having dinner a little later, since I had nothing on my mind right now, and the conference I was attending was still
several days away. I had come early mainly to overcome my jet lag.

Natasha was home, and I was so happy to see her again. She was a beautiful woman, petite,
with long red hair and green eyes.

That evening, we went out for dinner together. I insisted on paying to thank Tom for
picking me up from the airport. The meal was delicious. I noticed Tom drank a lot, but I didn't say
anything or ask him why.

The conference I was attending lasted four days. I told Tom that we could
go .

I presented my paper on the second day of the conference. That day, I received praise from the guests at the meeting, especially
Tom.

That evening, Tom insisted on treating me to dinner. He drank a lot of champagne, and around ten o'clock, we returned to Tom's house
together .

Tom opened a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and drank and chatted. Tom
kept drinking, and slowly became quite drunk. Natasha drank her own red wine, but not much. She
glanced at Tom from time to time, and from her eyes, I saw her displeasure at Tom's excessive drinking.

Tom whispered something to Natasha, and I saw her stand up and say, "I'm going to shower, you two
continue."

Natasha went to shower, and Tom and I continued our conversation. Tom and I drank our wine. About half an
hour later, Natasha returned to our side. She looked at Tom, and from her eyes, I sensed that she was glaring at him,
displeased with his excessive drinking.

We drank and drank, and before we knew it, it was midnight. Tom was practically dead drunk; he
had fallen into a deep sleep, and for him, the world had stopped. Natasha and I chatted for a while, and then
I looked at Tom and asked Natasha, "What should we do with Tom?"

Natasha replied, "Oh... let him sleep there. I'll get a blanket and cover him up
."

I said, "No... no... that's not good. I think I should pull him onto the bed and let him get a good
night's sleep ."

Natasha turned to face Tom and waved her hand, saying, "He's always like this. I always let
him sleep there. That's his comfort zone. He's been living like this with bottles of alcohol for over a year now
..."

I went to Tom, took his arm, and slipped one arm under his armpit to help
him stand up.

"Kevin, what are you doing?" Natasha looked at me with displeasure.

Tom wasn't light, but I felt confident I could still lift him up and help him to his bed.
Natasha led the way, and I finally managed to get Tom to bed. His eyes remained closed the entire time.

I asked with some concern, "Is he alright?"

Natasha put her hand on my shoulder and said, "When he's completely drunk, he can stay
like …nothing can wake him. Let him be. He'll wake up when he's had enough sleep.
He won't wake up until six or seven tomorrow. Luckily, he doesn't have to work tomorrow; he took a few days off for your visit."

I replied, "I think he drank too much because he was excited about my visit…"

She looked very sad and said slowly, "Of course I hope so, but that's not the case
…He's been in this drunken stupor
habit …he's changed so much…"

I comforted Natasha, saying, "I'm sorry to hear about Tom. If there's anything I can do to help,
please ask, and I'll definitely help you without hesitation."

I settled Tom on the bed, and Natasha began to take off his coat. Looking at Natasha, I asked, "
Natasha , are you alright?"

Natasha looked very upset; a trace of sadness was written all over her face. I felt truly sorry for them. I turned
to face the bathroom door and said to Natasha, "May I use your toilet? I think I
'll call a taxi back to the hotel after I use it."

Natasha gestured, "No problem. The toilet is the second doorway on the left."

I went into the toilet; I needed to urinate urgently. I didn't close the door completely, because I figured Natasha
wouldn't follow me.

I urinated, washed my hands, and then took out my wallet, trying to find the business card for my hotel. I wanted to see the
hotel address because I would need to tell the taxi driver where I was staying.

But no matter how much I looked, I couldn't find the card. I was quite certain I had put it in my wallet
. I rummaged through it, pulling out each card one by one, examining them carefully.
A card slipped from my fingers...and fell into the washing machine through the gap in the top
...

Damn it! What bad luck. I opened the washing machine lid and rummaged through the clothes... Now

, I was practically buried in the washing machine...The smell of clothes filled the air...
In front of me was a bra and a "sexy" thong...

Just then, I suddenly realized Natasha was standing in the bathroom doorway, saying leisurely, "You, you're really
something...So you have a thing for this smell...A olfactory maniac?..."

My face burned; I'm sure it was bright red...I hurriedly explained, "No
...no...no...it's not like you think...I'll prove it to you: a business card really did fall into your
washing machine..."

"Look...I still have my wallet in my hand...I'll show you, you can definitely find my
card in the washing machine...Don't believe me? I'll look for it now..."

Natasha walked over slowly, making a "sizzle-sizzle-sizzle" sound.

I bent down and rummaged through the washing machine… finally found the card! “Look, the card is here!”

She glared at me. “How do I know you didn’t do it on purpose…”

I was speechless. How could I prove I didn’t do it on purpose…

I felt incredibly embarrassed. I stammered, “Please believe me. I’m not what you think
…”

She turned and walked away, saying as she went, “Come here, I need your help.”

I followed her out. When we got to Tom, I saw that his trousers were unbuckled and
the zipper was down. She said to me, “Help me lift Tom up, I have to take his trousers off…”

I did as she instructed. She forcefully pulled Tom’s trousers down and folded them neatly, placing them aside.

Then I asked, “Is there anything else? If not, I’ll go get a taxi.”

She walked towards me and said, “No, that’s all.” At that moment, her eyes were fixed on me. At that moment,
standing before her, I felt utterly ashamed of what had just happened, realizing how insignificant I was.

Our eyes met. I don't know when, but she was right beside me. I only
realized ; I could hear her breathing... She suddenly kissed me... Her lips were soft and hot
...

After a while, she said softly, "You were smelling my clothes in the bathroom... Would you like to
do something more you like?... "

I felt a little dizzy... I looked at her; her eyes could kill me... I
stammered , "I didn't... I didn't smell your clothes..."

She murmured, "For a long time, he's been enjoying this with me... For a long time, he's
made love to me like this... But he's always drunk and never sober..."

She suddenly grabbed my hand, hugged me tightly, and
kissed me ... I didn't react for a moment... After a while, I reacted naturally, hugging
her tightly and kissing her passionately...

My penis reacted naturally, pressing against her lower abdomen through her clothes.
I believe she sensed it then—the nine-inch penis pressed between us…

She began to unbutton my shirt… Even at this moment, I must say: I never had
any improper thoughts about Natasha, for only one reason: she was my good friend's wife!

Natasha was a good woman. Frankly, I liked her type of woman, and I think any other man of
flesh and blood would like her. Just looking at her, and if she agreed, any man
would immediately have a good time with her…

I took a step back and said, "No…no…Natasha…you can't…"

Reason told me: she was my good friend's wife! But by then, my shirt was completely open,
and Natasha had already taken off her outer garment… She was standing naked in front of me.

She tossed her long red hair back. I saw a tattoo near her genitals. Her pubic hair was deliberately
trimmed into an inverted triangle, and at the end of that neat tuft of red pubic hair, I could see her slightly long
, sexy labia…

The tattoo extended from her abdomen to her ribs on both sides. The main colors were red and
green , perfectly complementing her hair and eyes. Looking closely,
subtle shades of yellow and black were interspersed among the tattoos.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were perfect. Some star-shaped tattoos shimmered between her two peaks.
Now , her nipples stood erect, as if trying to pierce my eyeballs. I couldn't resist those
perfect breasts…

She looked at me with such tenderness. My heart was captivated… If she were my wife, I would only be captivated
, not drunk, so I could lay her flat on the bed every day and keep going… without stopping.
I really couldn't understand what had happened between my friend and his wife that made him so
intoxicated …

Natasha knelt there. I reached out and took her hands in mine. Her hands were soft and slightly warm.
I gently stroked her hands, the feel of her skin making me lose myself. I closed my eyes, facing…
She said, "Natasha, you're so beautiful... but you're my best friend's wife..."

I'd never heard Natasha say that before... but then she said, "Damn! Take your clothes off
... hurry up... fuck me! Fuck me!... fuck me properly... haven't you always wanted to fuck me properly...
?"

I was a little surprised. But I thought she was talking nonsense—of course I wanted to fuck him properly...
who wouldn't want to fuck her properly! I slowly said, "Yes... but not here, right?... "

She turned to look at Tom and even kicked his ass with her toe. He didn't move. He was dead drunk
… He shouldn’t belong to any corner of this world…

She turned to me and said, “I won’t leave here… You can fuck me right here…”

She held my hand tightly, and I lost my balance and fell into her arms…
Her lips pressed against mine, sucking on them tightly… I hugged her tightly… I
felt her hand vigorously rubbing my penis through my trousers… Then, she unbuckled my
belt and began to undress me. I was getting impatient. I wanted to get naked as quickly as possible,
like Natasha, and then have a good time with her…

She lay down next to Tom. I quickly stripped myself naked. I walked to the lamp
, and she noticed me. She said, “Leave the light on… If you think it’s too bright, you can
dim it…”

I stopped, leaving the lamp on. The light remained on, and I slowly walked to the bed.

I walked up to her, squatted down, and placed one hand on her thigh. I slowly stroked her,
gradually moving to her buttocks. I gently kneaded her wonderfully smooth buttocks. With my other hand,
my fingers teased her lovely red pubic hair… my fingers were millimeters away from that lovely peach blossom cave
. I stroked the tattoo there, moving upwards, touching her cherry-like nipples… my fingers
circled around her nipples, occasionally pinching the tips irregularly…

I wet my fingers with saliva, then stroked her other nipple… my fingers continued
to circle and caress her nipples… At this moment, my penis stood erect, like
a giant lamppost. My nine-inch penis was being vigorously rubbed by her hands… or
rather, she was kneading it vigorously… Of course, my hands weren't stopping either, my hands and palms were
tightly gripping her breasts, rubbing and squeezing…

She looked up at me and said, “Mmm… such a strong, huge cock…”

I softly replied, “Thank you… you can have it to your heart’s content…”

At this moment, my gaze fell on Tom beside me. Natasha also noticed my actions, she glared at
me, and while constantly sliding my penis up and down, she said, “He definitely won’t notice…”

She pulled my penis, gesturing for me to get on the bed. I got on the bed, her hands still on my huge penis.
Afraid of hurting her, I gently said to her, “Get on me…”

She quickly sat on me. But then, she suddenly leaned down, tilting her body
towards Tom, close to his ear, and loudly said, “Don’t snore so loudly…”

I was shocked. Tom was so drunk... I myself have never been so intoxicated before...
Her loud "Don't snore so loudly" kept echoing in my ears... again
and again...

She moved her body, turned her back to me, and put her vulva against my mouth, just like that... On the other
end, I felt my penis slip into her mouth. Oh… I feel like I'm in heaven
… I possess everything in the universe…

I want to savor her lovely peach blossom cave for a while… Now, right in front of me, a
wave of seductive scent rushes to my nose… Following that, a gentle murmur of fluid… Love juices have already welled up
… I suckle that natural, priceless treasure, my tongue relentlessly plunging into its depths, driving straight into that earthly paradise
… I part her labia, I love this incomparably beautiful masterpiece of humankind to the extreme… A beautiful peach
blossom cave, and those two alluring labia, have already made my penis as hard as a giant rod…

I keep sucking… and then I fuck her without stopping… sucking… thrusting…
It must have been two hours, we haven't stopped… Her orgasms come wave after wave… I, on the other hand,
am getting more and more vigorous…

Her oral skills make me feel like I'm in heaven. Especially her tongue, which kept swirling
around ... this constant sliding drove me wild...

I wasn't going to be outdone, my tongue plunging straight in... my tongue curled, the tip almost probing her vagina... her wet
vagina, I knew, her orgasms came wave after wave, endlessly...

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt her movements slow down. Her hands gripped my
rock-hard penis tightly, and she shouted, "Your fucking penis is amazing! Amazing..."

She seemed extremely excited. I quickly glanced at Tom. He really seemed to be living in another world—
not moving an inch...

At that moment, Natasha sat on me, leaned down, and kissed me. We kissed passionately... we held each other
tightly ... then I felt: she was trying to insert my penis into her vagina...

her labia were rubbing my glans back and forth... I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped my penis
in one hand , thrusting it straight into her vulva… We continued our passionate kiss… Her labia were relentlessly
stroking my enormous cock, especially the head, which was as big as a steel ball…

After a while, she slightly raised her head, her eyes fixed on me, her sexy voice drifting into my ears like silk
: “Fuck me! Fuck me deeply!…”

Her hips moved up and down like electric shocks… Suddenly, she looked at Tom beside her and
said slowly, “He… he’s only five inches when he’s fully erect…”

She turned to look at me, then kissed me deeply. Then, she turned around, changed position,
and shoved my nine-inch penis into her mouth again… A moment later, she turned around again, straddled me,
and thrust my enormous cock straight into her wet vagina…

She moved up and down passionately and vigorously… A moment later, she murmured to herself, “Oh yeah… my…”
"Oh my god... your huge cock is twice as long as his... so hard and thick... it feels so deep and good... so solid...
"

I looked at her... my penis was going in and out of her vagina... she closed her eyes and murmured
, "Oh... I can feel... a real penis inside my vagina... not just a
finger ..."

A finger? I knew she was implying something.

She lowered her body slightly, and her two breasts swayed in front of me... rhythmically, left and right...
back and forth ... dancing with her movements...

She looked at me, but with her other hand she took Tom's hand and pulled it to her chest,
rubbing against her breast. Tom's hand, in hers, was constantly kneading her own breasts... sometimes
kneading... sometimes squeezing... squeezing tightly...

After a while, she moved his hand to her stomach, caressing it for a while, then she put his fingers in her
mouth... sometimes sucking... sometimes opening his palm and kissing his palm...

Then, she suddenly stopped, no longer touching me. She pulled my penis out of her vagina.
She looked at me slowly and said, "Even though he has no feeling, I still want him to feel my nine-inch penis
..."

Then, she made him hold my nine-inch penis tightly in his palm. She held his hand tightly, and his hand held
my penis tightly, stroking it up and down... I believe Tom's palm should now be covered with Natasha's vaginal
fluid. After a few dozen strokes, she still held his hand, tightly gripping my penis, and inserted it into her
vagina… Then she playfully said, “Mmm… He agrees to let your penis go straight to my clitoris… He agrees to
let you fuck me…”

She sat down fully, and my penis once again plunged into her lovely abyss of pleasure… This time, she was like
a wild horse, charging forward with great force… charging forward at top speed… Of course, Tom’s hand
had been thrown back onto the bed at some point…

I grabbed her breasts with both hands, rubbing and squeezing them. I also matched her movements, fucking
her without restraint.

I don’t know how much time passed, but she vigorously rotated, slid, and squeezed my penis, my testicles rubbing against her
intensely … I looked at her and noticed her lips were trembling… her eyes were tightly closed… her lips were taking on
different shapes… I knew, her orgasm was coming…

“My God… Oh yeah… That feels so good… So good… Fucking good…”

she murmured to herself. I didn't stop, continuing to fuck her like a beast...

fucking her relentlessly... She... came wave after wave of orgasms... in her tight, sweet paradise,
I was lost in pleasure...

suddenly, the world stopped... we both stopped moving at the same time...

we realized that Tom had turned around and was facing away from us!

I glanced at Natasha. She smiled and said, "You fucking slut! Are you scared? You think you've been
caught... caught in the act... the groom is fucking his wife..."

Her laughter and words sounded both exciting and lewd to me...

"You... are the best groom... fucking me so hard I can't control myself... you're a great groom...
"

She was so excited... slapping my chest incessantly.

"You fucking... dog... hurry up, fuck me from behind... fuck me..."

She reached under Tom's head, pulled a pillow out, and placed it in front of her chest, lying face down on the pillow with her
ass sticking up high...

She turned to look at me and said, "I believe... fucking me like this... will make me happier..."

I moved forward, not going straight for the target. I gripped my huge cock, letting the glans rub against Natasha's clitoris.
I could feel her clitoris; it was erect, fully protruding and bulging... I kept rubbing it,
but didn't penetrate her paradise. After a while, I sensed Natasha getting impatient; she wanted my
penis inside her vagina. That desire, I was absolutely certain my senses were correct. However, I had no
intention of satisfying her desire at that moment—because the time wasn't right… I was enjoying
the pleasure of my glans rubbing against her clitoris… I really wasn't satisfied…

After a while, she couldn't control herself anymore… She reached out and grabbed my testicles, forcefully… violently
shoving my penis into her vagina…

Once inside, she wouldn't let me pull out… as if worried my penis would escape from her vagina… In the struggle
, I thrust in and out, relentlessly pumping into her…

She lay there like a bitch… I fucked her hard… slap slap slap… slap slap slap… She moaned…

She didn't care that Tom was right next to her… bursts of moaning and lewd cries… each one more
piercing than the last…

After a while, she turned around She looked at Tom, then turned to me and said, "I love him deeply,
but he's addicted to alcohol all the time... She hasn't had sex with me for over six months..."

I looked at her with pity... I thought, I can only continue to fuck her with all my might... to satisfy her... to
completely satisfy her...

I reached out and pulled her hair, and found that she cooperated like a docile puppy...

With each powerful thrust... my hand pulled her hair... tighter and tighter... and
with the rhythm of the thrusts, I also pulled her hair...

She moaned "Ahhh... Ahhh... one after another... constantly murmuring, "Oh yeah...
Oh yeah... Don't stop... Don't stop... Faster... Faster... I... I love you..."

"My God...it's coming...it's coming...don't stop...don't stop...faster...faster
...fuck me...fuck me..."

Her body trembled, bringing wave after wave of spasms...I knew...her orgasms came
one another...

with the constant spasms, her love juices were flowing uncontrollably...I could feel the
scalding love juices slowly flowing from my penis to my testicles...

then, she suddenly pulled away from me, turned around, and hugged me tightly, saying, "You are my God...
how can you last so long...making me feel like I'm dying and coming back to life...your nine-inch penis is so hard as iron...
my darling...I'll fuck you..."

After a while, she lowered her head, brought her penis close, and inserted it all the way in. She used all her strength, hoping I
would ejaculate...

About five minutes later, she looked up at me and said, "Hmm...you don't ejaculate easily..."

Suddenly, she pulled down Tom's underwear next to her, took out his penis, and said, "He's
never ..."

At this moment, she suddenly shoved Tom's penis into her mouth, while moving her body, spreading her legs,
and moving her vulva toward my penis, then said, "Come on, keep going..."

My penis followed the direction again, thrusting, and entered that still hot, wet vulva again
...

About ten minutes later, her mouth left Tom's limp penis, and she turned to me and said:
"Only your penis can make me feel like I'm being fucked..."

I enjoyed the waves of pleasure of fucking Natasha...her vulva was still so tight, as if it had never been
opened...I knew that this was something Tom couldn't give Natasha—because mine was a nine-inch giant
cock!

Then, I felt something, I knew I was about to ejaculate… I slowed down my thrusting, letting
my penis remain deep inside her vagina for a while longer, to avoid immediate ejaculation…

But she glanced at me, she should know what was going on—because, at this moment, she took the
initiative , writhing and manipulating my penis, and the speed and force were getting faster and faster…

I couldn't resist such a surge, I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a cry, I ejaculated…

Hot semen shot straight into Natasha's flower core… She knew I had ejaculated, but she didn't stop or slow
down, instead, she thrust even harder and faster…

“Ah… ah… ah…”

I kept shouting, ejaculating wildly… one shot—two shots—three shots… a full dozen shots…
…

I kept my eyes closed, I only heard Natasha constantly shouting: “Ah… oh… ah… oh yeah…”
"...Great...So good...Shoot again...Shoot again...Fuck me...Fuck me..."

After a moment, my penis was still inside Natasha's vagina, lost in pleasure...

I leaned down and kissed her. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist...

After a few minutes, she lay down as if paralyzed, right between Tom and me. She lay on her side, her arms
and legs wrapped around me. She kept kissing my face. Then she said, "Kevin, thank you
...This is what I've been thinking about day and night..."

I was a little surprised. What did that mean? Did she want to have sex with me all along? ...I thought I
shouldn't ask her. Especially at this beautiful moment.

Because her legs were wrapped around me, her vulva was pressed tightly between my waist and thighs, and I could feel that
her vulva was still so hot, and there was that wet liquid between our skin...
I knew that the liquid contained her love juice from orgasm, and also mixed with my thick semen...

When I woke up—no, I was awakened by a noise.

When I opened my eyes, my senses returned to normal, and I heard the incessant ringing of an alarm clock. I opened my eyes and
saw Natasha walking out the door. She looked radiant. I glanced at the clock—four in the morning.

A realization dawned on me; that ringing alarm clock… ah… would it wake Tom?

Damn, thank goodness. He really did look completely drunk.

I thought I should get up and leave quickly. Although at this moment, I felt fucking weak all over.

Thinking it over carefully, I didn't regret what I had done last night: because I had truly enjoyed priceless
pleasure, and Natasha had experienced orgasms and excitement she had never felt before from our sex. I
even had a dirty thought: when could we do it again… or even several more times…?

Then, I stopped my wild thoughts. Because I didn't know when, my penis was completely inside
Natasha's mouth... She kept swallowing and stroking it, while also using her hands to vigorously
stroke and slide my penis up and down...

I was so excited... Before long, I knew I couldn't control myself and was about to ejaculate...

But I was still not satisfied, I wanted to fuck her vagina again...

I grabbed her head, not letting her continue to stimulate me. I said to her, "No... no... I want to
fuck your pussy..."

She looked at me, shaking her head desperately, while continuing to stroke me—my penis, right in her
mouth , going in and out...

I had no choice but to close my eyes...

Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer, and there was no need to hold back anymore... I ejaculated profusely, hot semen pouring straight into
Natasha 's throat...

Natasha grabbed my testicles and wouldn't let go, pulling my huge penis tighter and tighter. I could feel Natasha's
tongue circling the indentation at the base of my glans... As I ejaculated, she pressed her tongue against
my little hole...

My penis never left Natasha's... Even after it softened, Natasha continued
to suck... Of course, my semen had by then been completely swallowed by Natasha... Not a drop
was lost...

I don't know how long it was before she finally released my penis.

I said, somewhat bewildered, "I want to fuck you..."

Natasha smiled and said, "I know... Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities... Whenever you want to fuck
me, you can..."

I was a little puzzled. Because the next day, I was leaving New York for a vacation elsewhere... and a
week later, I was leaving America to return to London...

I thought I had to leave before Tom woke up. I kissed Natasha and said, "I
'm leaving. I'll come to see Tom before I leave tomorrow..."

I got up, dressed, and hailed a taxi to leave Tom's house.

The meeting I was attending ended that day. I didn't see Tom. I called him.
From his reply, I knew he was still drunk and hadn't come. I told him, "I
'm on my way back to the hotel. I'll stop by your place before I leave New York."

I felt a little guilty while talking to Tom on the phone. I went back to the hotel, packed my things,
paid the bill at the counter, and left. I hailed a taxi to Tom's house
. It

was about seven o'clock in the evening. Natasha should be home from work by now. Tom invited me for drinks again.
He offered me a glass, but I refused. However, he poured himself a glass and drank it anyway.

We chatted. Soon, Natasha returned from work, her face beaming. She smiled and
said to me, "I imagine last night's entertainment must have been quite an experience!" As

I listened, a sense of unease crept in… At that moment, my nine-inch penis, without me even realizing it,
became erect …

Then I heard Natasha say to Tom, "Kevin left us and went to the club
next to …"

Tom looked at me and said, "Oh…yes…that's a nice place…a good place to have some fun."

I turned to Natasha and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. I'll contact you when I get back."

Tom stood up, and we hugged. He said, "I know I can't accompany you around because of work. But
I think you should travel around; sightseeing is always fun."

I turned to look at Natasha; she had a sweet smile on her face and gave me a firm hug. She said,
“My assistant looks after my little shop. I’m going on vacation next week. I want to
travel around and find some new business ideas.”

She glanced at Tom and then said, “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t tell you beforehand.”

She turned and gave me another hug.

I left Tom’s house with guilt. Because, perhaps, the two of us would face many problems.
I felt even more guilty and heartbroken for Natasha. How would they continue to build their
future…

On the way to my hotel near the airport in the taxi, my phone rang, and a text message appeared on
the screen: “Give me your hotel address.”

Ah! It was Natasha’s text!

I quickly replied, entering the address in detail.

A little while later, her reply came: “I’ll be at your hotel soon. Wait for me.”

I said firmly that I didn’t go anywhere during the following week of sightseeing. But
everything that happened that week will stay with me forever.

(The End)

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