He slept with his roommate

That was several years ago. After graduation, I signed a contract with a company in a certain city, so I came to the city alone. I found a three-bedroom apartment near the company on a rental website. The environment and price were decent. A colleague also needed to rent an apartment, so we rented the whole place and then posted an ad looking for roommates.
Since my colleague was female, the roommates were open to both men and women. Because the apartment was indeed quite nice, quite a few people called to inquire about renting it. However, since there were girls involved, the decision of who to rent to rest with rested with my female colleague. For safety reasons, we ultimately chose a female nurse who worked at a nearby hospital.
Unexpectedly, this ended up being a lucky break for me.
My female colleague's name was Yan. She was around 28 or 29 years old, with a good figure and appearance. She had returned from studying abroad and dressed very fashionably, with a mature and sophisticated vibe. She was my type. She had a boyfriend who worked in a neighboring city, and he would usually come over to meet her on weekends.
The female nurse's name was Wen. She was a year younger than me, with a sweet face and a great figure. She had just started working at the hospital after graduation and didn't have a boyfriend.
So the three of us moved in together. Since we all know how to cook, we decided to share meals after discussing it. We'd eat dinner together at home after work every night and bring our own lunch to work to heat up the next day.
We all had jobs and stable incomes, so we didn't haggle over groceries. Basically, whoever saw the fridge was empty would fill it up. I really liked this feeling; it had a warm, homey atmosphere.
Yan and her boyfriend only slept together on weekends, and sometimes her boyfriend was too busy to come over, so she felt a bit repressed. Plus, she was in her thirties, and whenever her boyfriend came over, he seemed very passionate. Perhaps because he'd been abroad, he was quite open and his moans were very loud.
My room was right next to hers, and the soundproofing was terrible. I often couldn't sleep at night, so I'd listen and masturbate, fantasizing about having my two beautiful roommates on top of me.
The washing machine was on the balcony, making it convenient to hang clothes to dry after washing. But to get to the balcony, we had to go through Yan's room. To avoid disturbing her, we always did laundry when she wasn't home.
So every time, I could peek into her room, seeing the tight dresses hanging in her closet, the pairs of stilettos on the shoe rack, and the bras and lace panties that two beautiful women were drying on the balcony, along with the occasional glimpse of garter stockings. Imagining them wearing garter stockings and high heels always instantly aroused me, and a few times I even masturbated directly with Yan's clothes.
After eavesdropping a few times, I felt a constant urge, like a cat scratching at my heart.
After a period of getting to know each other, my lustful heart set its sights on nurse Wen.
Wen didn't have a boyfriend, was beautiful, gentle, and an excellent cook; we called her the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Because nurses have irregular working hours and short holidays, they spend a lot of time at home. When we get home from work, we can always have a hot meal waiting for us. We often joke that whoever marries Wen will be very lucky. Seeing that Wen and I are both single, Yan often tries to set us up, saying that we should just get together. After all, we live under the same roof and are so familiar with each other. We might as well keep the good stuff in the family and benefit our own people.
After being teased by her a few times, Wen and I, after our initial shyness, started to look at each other with a different kind of affection and ambiguity. Our relationship grew much closer, and I would occasionally pick her up from her night shift. Before we knew it, it
was National Day. Yan went to her boyfriend's place, leaving Wen and me at home. During dinner, I saw a few cans of beer in the fridge and, for some reason, suddenly felt like drinking. Wen had just been criticized by her boss at work and was in a bad mood, wanting to cheer herself up too.
So, one of us drank to celebrate National Day, and the other to drown her sorrows, and we started drinking together. My alcohol tolerance was limited, and neither was hers.
After two cans of beer, her face was flushed, and she looked... She was so cute, I just wanted to take a bite.
After we finished the drinks and ate most of the food, I told her to go rest. I cleaned up the dishes and went back to my room.
Around midnight, I heard a knock on the door. Opening it, I saw her standing there, pale-faced, wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown. She said she'd just had a nightmare and woken up.
I let her in, put my arm around her, and gently patted her back, softly comforting her. Emboldened by the alcohol, I pulled her to bed and told her to sleep there. She didn't refuse.
After patting her for a while, my hands began to roam over her body, soon reaching her breasts. She trembled slightly. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my tongue swirling skillfully in her mouth. She responded hesitantly, her body gradually heating up, writhing. I guided her hand to my already erect penis, and she exclaimed, "So hard!"
Under my caresses, she became increasingly aroused. I moved down, kissing her neck, her nipples, and then parted her legs.
Her lower body was already soaked, her panties completely wet. I pulled down her panties, guided my penis with my hand, leaned in, gently rubbed it a few times, and then thrust inside.
It was very wet, so it went in smoothly, all the way in.
Wen hummed softly, then began to moan "Ah ah ah," her cries very beautiful.
Her insides were warm, soft, and slippery, tightly enveloping my penis.
I moved slowly, one thrust at a time, and she moaned softly with each thrust.
After a while, she let out a loud "Ah!"—probably an orgasm. Her body trembled slightly, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. I increased the speed, and her moans grew louder. Her legs gripped my waist tightly, her body twisting uncontrollably. Seeing her so aroused, I became excited too, and after a series of rapid thrusts, I ejaculated inside her.
That night we did it three times. Luckily, she didn't have to work the next day, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to get up.
During the entire National Day holiday, our relationship rapidly intensified. Everywhere in the house became our battleground for lovemaking: the kitchen, the sofa, her room, even Yan's room. What
excited me most was in Yan's room. Wen, with her gentle nature, couldn't resist my insistence. At my insistence, she wore Yan's tight dress, stockings, and stilettos, and I fucked her hard on Yan's bed, satisfying my sexual fantasies about her. Of course, afterwards everything returned to normal, and Yan didn't notice when she returned from the holiday.
Whether out of shyness or for some other reason, Wen didn't reveal our relationship after Yan's return. She kept her distance from me in front of Yan, only sneaking into my room at night.
Perhaps because of that time in Yan's room, she also bought some tight dresses, stockings, and high heels to satisfy my desires.
Another weekend came, Yan's boyfriend came to visit, and Wen, as usual, sneaked into my room that night. This time, I wasn't the only one eavesdropping and masturbating.
Yan's lewd moans came through the wall again, making Wen blush. She looked at me thoughtfully and said that she didn't expect Yan to be so slutty during sex. I saw that she was also a little aroused, so I hugged her and kissed her. Soon my hard penis entered her body.
Seemingly influenced by Yan, Wen became more uninhibited, her moans growing louder. When Yan cried out, "Ah...faster...faster, I'm about to climax," Wen seemed stimulated, writhing wildly and urging me to hurry as well. This scene aroused me even more, as if Yan were the one being fucked beneath me, and I thrust even harder. After a simultaneous, urgent, and suppressed "Ah" from both Yan and Wen, both sides fell silent.
This experience felt like a dream to me, and afterwards, my gaze towards Yan held a different glint.
Wen seemed to understand why I insisted on having her wear Yan's clothes and fuck her in Yan's room, her eyes frequently lingering between Yan and me.
For the next few weekends, this experience repeated itself, and Wen would even come over wearing tight dresses and high heels, which aroused me, making me fuck her even more frantically and vigorously until she said she couldn't take it anymore.
Christmas was fast approaching, and Yan's boyfriend hadn't come for almost a month. During a casual chat, I learned they had broken up. Yan had been depressed lately, and after work, she wouldn't walk home with me anymore, often going out drinking. Wen and I were always worried when she came home.
It was the weekend again, and Wen was working the night shift at the hospital, leaving me alone at home playing on the computer. I heard the door open.
It was Yan, drunk again. After greeting her, I saw she was unsteady on her feet, so I helped her into her room. She quickly lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and I went back to sleep too.
A little while later, my QQ phone beeped. It was a message from Yan, saying she was cold while sleeping. Since we were close and often joked around, I sent her a message asking if she wanted me to warm the bed, and she said yes.
I got up and went to her room. The door wasn't locked. Inside, the air conditioner was on, and Yan, whom I'd fantasized about countless times, lay before me, still dressed. Her beautiful legs in high heels and black stockings made my eyes light up. Without thinking twice, I quickly got into bed and began to caress her legs.
She looked at me with seductive eyes, motionless, which further aroused me. I took off her clothes, kissed her small mouth, and played with her breasts. The moment I touched her lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling around inside, further igniting my desire. I responded eagerly.
Our tongues intertwined. My hand followed... My hand moved down her breasts, brushing over her perfectly toned abdomen, and slid down to her lower body.
Even through the stockings, I could feel the moisture. I slipped my hand inside, my nimble middle finger rhythmically sliding across her erect clitoris. Her eyes began to glaze over, her breathing quickened, and she involuntarily moaned.
Soon, her lower body began to thrust in the direction of my finger, and she uttered sounds like "Ah...ah...ah...faster." A moment later, her whole body trembled and went limp, presumably having already experienced a clitoral orgasm.
I guided her hand to caress my hard, hot penis, my tongue roaming over her body, kissing her earlobe, neck, and nipples. She moaned again. My middle finger continued to slide along her clitoris, gradually penetrating her vagina, searching for her G-spot.
After another moan, she suddenly cried out involuntarily: "I want it! Come in! Faster...faster, faster!"
My cock was already rock hard, and hearing her cry, I didn't hesitate to mount her and thrust into her cunt.
Perhaps because it had been a while since I'd done it, her cunt was very tight. As soon as I entered, she cried out, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, her lower body writhing.
Feeling her passionate moans, I thrust in and out forcefully, the room filled with the sounds of slapping...slapping...slapping!
She was truly a stunning beauty; her moans were as beautiful and melodious as ever. My heart burned with desire. I'd been eavesdropping for so long, and I never imagined I'd actually get to fuck such a beauty.
Luckily, I'd developed some stamina from working with Wen, so I lasted quite a while, fucking her until she orgasmed two or three times before I finally ejaculated inside her.
After we finished, she stared at me blankly and said she already knew about Wen and me. She said she'd actually heard Wen moaning during sex that weekend after National Day. She and her boyfriend had long been estranged, only using me as a sexual fantasy during sex, but they eventually broke up.
She said she wouldn't tell Wen about us, but that I could be her lover when Wen wasn't home.
Hearing this, I felt another surge of excitement. I took a bath with her and then had sex with her again, this time making sure she wore a tight dress, stockings, and high heels.
The second... On Monday morning, Yan and I got up early for work. Wen came home from work and, probably while doing laundry, saw the torn stockings I'd made in Yan's room and smelled Yan's usual perfume on my clothes.
After dinner, we talked for a long time in Yan's room, and then she came to my room with Yan. She told me that she'd known for a long time that Yan was my sexual fantasy, and that she liked Yan a lot too. So she was prepared for the day when Yan and I would be together. They had already discussed it and agreed that after living together for so long and accepting each other, they wouldn't leave me, no matter what happened in the future or how long we lived together. They would stay with me forever.　　That night, we slept together, enjoying the bliss of having two women on either side of me. It was especially blissful to watch two beautiful women, both wearing stockings and high heels, being fucked on the bed!
Unfortunately, this happy time didn't last. A year later, Yan was transferred to another city for work, and her family pressured her to get married and go on blind dates. I later heard she married a civil servant, and then we lost contact.
Wen and I soon moved out of the rented apartment and started our own families.
However, the days of sharing the apartment with them, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life together, often echo in my mind.

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