He slept with his friend's wife without really knowing what was going on.

In a daze, I ended up with my friend's wife. Just before she was about to get off work on the weekend, 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 child was staying with her mother for the weekend, 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, the wife of my friend Jia. She's in her early thirties, a year older than me, so my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she's 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-waisted pants, the curves of her lower body are revealed. Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her, though I always felt ashamed before my friends and my wife. Yet, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed, which doubled my excitement. Naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies. I don't know what time it was, but I was interrupted by my wife getting into bed, lost in my fantasies. My throbbing erection from the previous fantasies compelled me to embrace her 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? Do you think I can play or not play as I please?" I was quite angry; my good mood had been dampened. Without saying anything, I got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood. On the way, I didn't know where to go. I happened to see an adult store with a prominent advertisement that read: No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity! I took a look and became interested. Actually, I'd always thought my wife might be frigid, but buying some kind of aphrodisiac from these small shops seemed risky. It wouldn't matter if it didn't work, but if it caused her death, that would be a real problem. But seeing this advertisement today—no medication needed? I was curious. However, since it was near my own neighborhood, I wanted to avoid running into acquaintances, so I thought I'd look elsewhere. I drove all the way to the city center before finding another shop that sold it. I parked, but didn't rush in. I observed first; it was my first time in such a shop, and I felt a little embarrassed. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around forty, so I decided to go in. "Sir, do you have this thing advertised outside? Does it work?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible to avoid running into acquaintances. "Is it a man or a woman who's frigid?" the middle-aged man asked quite gently. "Um, it's a woman." "Oh, you can try this. It's not expensive, only 100 yuan." The man turned and placed a package on the counter. Maybe I thought it was cheap, or maybe I was too nervous, but I put the money down, grabbed the things, and quickly left the store. Once in the car, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if I'd just completed a difficult task. Now that I was alone in the car, I could finally open it and slowly see what was inside. Just as I put the bags on my lap, my eyes lit up. I saw a familiar figure—a prominent chest, a high, round bottom—that familiar figure! It was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, I knew it was her! My sex goddess! She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting blouse and a light-colored pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags. She'd probably just come from a bar and was about to hail a taxi. Without thinking much, 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 seemed to have been drinking; her fair face was flushed with alcohol. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and her suspicious expression vanished instantly. She smiled and said, "It's you! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you." "Going home?! I'll take you!" I said, anxiously waiting for her reply. Perhaps to avoid trouble, she straightened up and looked around. It seemed late, and a taxi hadn't appeared yet, so she said, "Oh, thank you for your trouble." Sister Zhao got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and put her things in the back seat. I smelled a faint perfume on her. I glanced at her sideways, and that's when I 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. Perhaps she had been drinking, as she didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect, and because of my pants, it hurt painfully. To avoid being discovered, I decided to change the subject and started making irrelevant remarks: "You didn't drive out today?" But Sister Zhao didn't answer me. She glanced at me sideways. Usually, our two families would go out together, so this was the first time it was just the two of us sitting together. I felt we were both a little uncomfortable, and she probably had something on her mind and didn't notice me talking to her. We didn't exchange another word in the car. After about ten minutes, the car stopped downstairs at her apartment building. I offered to take her home, but she said no. I was still worried: "You've been drinking, let me take you up." "Really, no need, I can manage myself, really." I noticed she was very downcast, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought it was good; it would be harder for her to vent if I was there. "Then I'll ask Jia to come down and pick you up!" I was still a little uneasy. "He's away on a business trip." I seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to cheat on his wife with other women; Sister Zhao must have found out. Now I felt I couldn't help much, so I quickly avoided the situation to avoid being questioned 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 swayed into the building. I started the car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had considered tonight a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly. About five minutes later, my phone rang. I saw it was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone. I wondered if she hadn't gone home yet? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking this, I quickly answered, but her voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear her clearly. I told her to speak louder, and I also pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Then I heard her say, "The elders at home are all asleep, so I can't speak loudly. I think I might have taken your things home." "Oh, never mind, I'll come back to get them another day. It's not anything important." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel disappointed again. "No, I also wanted to trouble you to check my computer for me. It's not working online." I glanced at my watch; it was already 2:30. Still online? I wanted to decline and go home to sleep, but thinking of Sister Zhao's sexy blouse, I agreed to come to her house right away. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly couple's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to speculate if they saw a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night. I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful. Next, we went upstairs. She had already opened the door wide. We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom. That's when I noticed that Sister Zhao was probably busy with the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes. She handed me my bag, but I didn't notice, and it slipped and fell to the ground, its contents scattering everywhere. That's when I realized what was inside: a black wool hat, the kind often seen in police dramas, covering the entire face except for the eyes and mouth; two pairs of handcuffs; and a knife. This startled me, and Sister Zhao, also sobered up a bit, took a step back, and hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?" "I...I don't know!" I didn't know how to explain. "Today I was so envious of your loving relationship, but I never imagined you'd be a man who would betray his family!" After saying this, Sister Zhao's eyes reddened, and she choked up. "No, I...I..." I knew that if I didn't clarify now, the consequences would be serious, so I explained to her from my wife's coldness towards me to my purchase of this package from an adult store. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me; if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't have believed her either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, pack my things back into my bag, and get up to leave. Just then, we heard the sound of a door opening outside. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the restroom. "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 restroom and actually turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me, "Oh my god, it's the World Cup at 3 PM tonight! Oh my god!" 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 say anything more. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection, discovering that the network equipment was broken. So, we sat in the room, waiting. After a while, Sister Zhao suddenly spoke up: "Those are props, right?" "I think so." Because our voices were soft, we had to sit on the edge of the bed. "So, you're very knowledgeable?""I love your wife." As she spoke, her body trembled violently with soft sobs. I quickly got up to get her some tissues and repeatedly comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father outside heard. After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she voluntarily sat down next to me to look at the things in my bag. When I felt her supple body press against me, I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my whole body went limp, except for one place that seemed to be swelling. After looking for a while, she quietly said, "Okay, now I believe you." "Don't you think I would rob someone?" "Heh, knives are made of rubber, I don't believe you're that stupid." This was the first time I'd seen her smile tonight; she seemed to be in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Try it on." Without thinking much, I put the hat on. It probably did look a bit fierce, because I saw a jolt of fear in her eyes. Feeling a surge of triumph, I took out the knife and whispered, "Hehe, little sister, give me the money!" She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw tears streaming down her face again. I was at a loss, thinking I had frightened her, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to joke and cheer you up." But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head. I didn't know if she was ignoring me or if she didn't blame me. Seeing her body trembling violently from crying again, out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from collapsing. To my surprise, she rested her head on my shoulder, and tears dripped onto me. I could feel their warmth. I thought letting her cry it out would make her feel better, but gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, trembling with her sobs. This friction made my penis uncontrollably hard, while she didn't seem to notice my change. She began to whisper about Jia having affairs with other women. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore; I only knew this was my best chance, and I couldn't let it slip by. But I still didn't dare to do anything rash. So, as if by accident, while offering words of comfort, I slipped my hand to her abdomen. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring. I then gently massaged her lower abdomen and lowered my face as close to her lips as possible, everything had to be done naturally and unintentionally. I softly said, "Don't be too sad, he's not worth it!" and then, seizing the opportunity, gently kissed her cheek. She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking. Seeing no resistance, I boldly moved my hand to her breasts and gently caressed them. My lips brushed against her face as I whispered, "I've always secretly loved you. It hurts me when you're sad!" I then lightly kissed her lips. Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience with married life, I knew she wouldn't refuse my further advances. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, and I could smell her unique, faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. This was the first layer; would she resist at the next layer? I didn't know. I continued to push my tongue deeper. I touched her teeth, but quickly, my tongue easily parted them. Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. While continuing to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my right hand inside her blouse. I hadn't expected Zhao Jie's skin to be so smooth. My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing her bra up, I finally touched her soft breasts. Although my wife is three years younger than Sister Zhao, at this moment I felt Sister Zhao's body was fresher, and her breasts, unlike those of a woman who has given birth, were not saggy but full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The instant I touched her breasts, her body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft "mmm, mmm" moan. I whispered, "I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" Then I intertwined my tongue with hers, swallowing our shared saliva. She still had her eyes closed, but her increasingly throbbing body told me...My heart was already fluttering with desire. I began to gently rub her left breast in a circular motion. At this moment, I could clearly feel that her nipple was erect and firm from excitement. I changed the caressing of my palm to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. She seemed a little restless, so I gently laid her flat on the bed and knelt on it, my knees pressing against her genitals. I whispered sorry 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. At this moment, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for many years finally leaped before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two brown nipples standing high. She no longer hid her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," and her hands were trembling slightly. 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 trying to squeeze together, her toes pointed very straight. Suddenly, I felt something warm against her knee. I moved my leg back and touched it with my hand, finding my palm covered in a sticky liquid. She was already so wet down there, her underwear soaked through, and my pants were wet too. Excitedly, I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're wet." She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment. Her face, already flushed from drinking, became even hotter. I felt it was time, so I sat up on her thighs and started to pull down her underwear. But suddenly, she grabbed my waistband with both hands and cried out softly, "No, don't do this!" I hesitated. Perhaps I was truly wrong; I shouldn't have treated my friend's wife like this. But seeing the woman I'd dreamed of for years lying half-naked before me, I felt a sense of resentment. So, while repeatedly pleading, "Forgive me! Just this once!" I firmly pried her fingers apart. Perhaps she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps she was afraid of alerting those outside, she quickly gave up, covering her face with her hands, seemingly about to cry again. But at this moment, I no longer had the desire to comfort her; I was solely focused on removing her underwear. When I pulled her underwear down to her knees, I was ecstatic. I felt my heart pounding. When I saw my friend's wife's most intimate parts displayed before me, I felt a powerful possessive pleasure. I knew I was about to begin admiring the body I had fantasized about every night for years; every secret she kept hidden would be revealed to me without reservation. In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her underwear. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now completely exposed. She had a standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, the pubic hair at her vulva formed a distinct inverted triangle, but it was sparser than my wife's. Her soft abdomen had a little fat, but it felt even smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were truly beautiful, with light brown nipples standing erect as if beckoning me to kiss them. Her fair buttocks were very plump because she had given birth, making one unconsciously want to caress them. A sour scent from a woman's genitals gently wafted towards me. I slowly parted her legs, revealing a pink slit between her pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with the flowing fluid. The color of her labia was much lighter than my wife's, appearing very fresh. This color made me wonder how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so few sexual partners over the years. Speaking of which, I want to mention that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc. In reality, given the situation, I couldn't do that at all. I was blinded by lust. At that moment, facing that fleshy slit, I lost patience. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my already swollen penis into her vagina. But she tried to resist me again. She pushed my body away and started swaying her lower body from side to side. My penis couldn't fit into her vagina, so I had to move my hands from her waist to her buttocks and bring her lower body closer to me. This way, my penis successfully touched her vulva. Because of the lubrication, although she resisted, my entire penis went in smoothly. Then, she started to move her whole body towards the bed, and my penis came out again. At this moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears immediately flowed. She started shaking her head and whispering to me. I could roughly hear her saying things like "no" and "can't." Her mouth was completely choked shut, unable to cry out, and I felt a pang of pity. This kind of reaction from a woman is actually a way of showing that she's not a cheap or shameless person. But her moist vagina was beckoning me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—to act on the pleasure of the body, or to be morally rational. My glans had already entered once; I couldn't give up so easily. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation. My penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. I apologized repeatedly as I intensified my assault. "Bang!" I was startled. She kept pulling back, her head hitting the headboard. She stopped resisting, and with that stop, my penis was fully inside her vagina. 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 noise had attracted Jia's father's attention outside, he seemed to have left the television and walked towards Jia's room. Sister Zhao dared not move; she closed her eyes tightly, her lips pressed together, her nostrils flared, and held her breath. I immediately stopped my penis inside her vagina, taking the opportunity to feel Sister Zhao's tight grip on my penis. Her vaginal walls were 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 had sex with Sister Zhao at home. Seeing that there was no further movement, Jia's father went back to the living room 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 that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix. Each thrust touched the head of my penis. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" rule anymore. I thrust in to the very root each time... *smack*... *smack*... And Sister Zhao started making "coughing" sounds as I continued my assault. The hands that had been pushing against my body 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 to begin with, and it was too stimulating to penetrate her. I had no choice but to stop my vigorous thrusting and start to slowly and rhythmically insert my penis, trying to rub the small clitoris on her vaginal buds as hard as possible. Watching her hips move faster and faster, her face growing hotter, her lips slightly pursed, her breathing heavy, her lips tightening more and more, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed Zhao Jie down on top of her; under my weight, her breathing became rapid and disordered, her body tensing. Finally, after a violent shudder, Zhao Jie coiled herself around me, refusing to release her for a long time. Seeing that Zhao Jie had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. Ah! Streams of thick, hot semen shot through my glans, shooting deep into her core. She felt the temperature of my sperm… her lower body began to contract rhythmically; her cervix seemed to crave this strong, hot semen, contracting and throbbing. I laid Zhao Jie flat on her back. I noticed that she still had her eyes closed, barely opening them throughout the entire process. Perhaps she was afraid of seeing me and feeling guilty, or perhaps she didn't want to accept this reality. I didn't press her further. Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread. Her vulva, now calmed by passion, was a mess; her pubic hair was soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and a pale white 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 her back to me; I think she probably hoped this was a dream. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until almost dawn, making sure no one was outside, before quietly leaving. [The End]

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