My Story with Brother Zhang

Gao Xiaosong wrote in his 184-day prison diary: "Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about the mundane
realities of the present!"

Indeed! For the sake of survival, we can only compromise with the mundane realities of daily life. Only by living can we yearn for poetry
and distant places; living is the most meaningful thing!

A new day begins. While making breakfast, I plan what I need to do today. Everything is
ready by 8:30, but Brother Zhang still hasn't shown up. I know he must be afraid
to see me again because of what happened that night. I've never blamed him; I only feel a sense of injustice at being "tricked" by fate. It's no one's fault
.

Composing myself, I pick up the phone and call Brother Zhang. The phone is answered as soon as it rings, but I can't hear his
voice.

I paused for a moment, then took the initiative to say, "Brother Zhang, are you coming today?"

"Is it appropriate for me to come?"

"What's inappropriate about it? I need to go out today; there's no one at home to take care of him."

"Aren't you angry with me about what happened the other day?"

I glanced at the closed bedroom door and said softly, "What can I do if I'm angry? Can I turn back time? I
already called you, and you were still stammering. Are you even a man?"

The person on the other end of the line didn't react immediately, then exclaimed excitedly, "I'll be right there!"

Just a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and asked, "Why are you here so soon?"

Brother Zhang stammered, "I've been here for a while, hesitating downstairs. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it if I didn't come, but I was also afraid you'd
be angry ."

To escape the awkward situation, I put on my shoes and said, "This is your job, you earn your salary! I'm
leaving now Take care of the family!"

With that, I closed the door and left.

Stepping outside, I let out a heavy sigh. Seeing Brother Zhang, I felt a pang of guilt;
after all, he was the second man in my life! However, I knew that firstly, we were both adults, and there was no
right or wrong ; secondly, I was incredibly grateful to Brother Zhang. Since it had already happened, I had to face it calmly.

After a busy day, I withdrew some living expenses and got a whole bunch of medicines and supplies for my husband. I
had originally planned to pick up my son from school, but since it would be afternoon by the time I finished, and my parents' house was too far away, I couldn't come back. So I had to wait
two more days to bring him back.

It was already evening when I got home. Brother Zhang had already prepared dinner, and the washing machine that needed repair had been fixed by after-sales service
. Everything at home was perfectly arranged by Brother Zhang.

I asked Brother Zhang to stay for dinner, but he declined, saying he was going home to take care of his sister-in-law, so I didn't insist.

After feeding my husband dinner, I lay down next to him and chatted idly.

My husband asked, "Zhang Ge seems a bit strange, have you noticed?"

"No, he came and left, I didn't pay attention."

"I asked him why he didn't come yesterday, he was just vague and didn't say anything, could something have happened at home?
Ask him again, if there's anything we can help with, we can't refuse, he's been a great help to me after my accident!"

I looked at my husband, thinking, "I've helped with everything I could, and even things I shouldn't have, but I couldn't tell
you. Honey, I'm sorry !"

I thought to myself but replied aloud, "I know, I won't neglect social obligations."

He asked again, "What time did you drink the night before last? Did you take good care of him? I used to drink with him,
now it's you, you've really gone to a lot of trouble!"

Thinking of what happened the night before last, I felt a pang of panic and quickly said, "It's nothing, we drank quite late, and
the table wasn't even cleared after dinner. He was afraid his wife would worry, so he left after dinner."

"I asked him if he had drunk enough, and he stammered, saying he had drunk and eaten enough. I thought he hadn't
had enough but was too embarrassed to say so!"

I thought to myself, "Silly husband! Didn't Brother Zhang eat enough? He even ate your wife, how could he not
have had enough!"

Thinking that my husband was at home, but Brother Zhang was sleeping with me next door, I felt sorry for my husband, and I felt a
surge of lust rising me, and I couldn't help but feel hot all over! I kept arching my body against my husband, and then I rolled over and straddled him
, looking at him blankly. I took off my shirt, held my pair of big, white breasts in my hands, and brought them to his face!

My husband knew what I meant, and he also knew that he could no longer satisfy me with his body. In order to make up for
not being able duties as a husband, he sucked and licked my breasts with all his might, swirling his tongue around my erect nipples,
making "smacking" sounds.

I was kneading my other breast with one hand and gently stroking my husband's hair with the other, letting him feel my love.
Suddenly, a warm current flowed from my nipple down my neck to my brain, like the first time I breastfed my son—a
direct and intense stimulation! My

rapid heartbeat made it hard to breathe. I longed for my husband to enter me again, to feel his hardness
thrusting against me!

Just as I was about to put my hand between my legs, I suddenly calmed down. I couldn't do this. I couldn't let
my husband see my unsatisfied state. I couldn't let him think I was promiscuous, worried that I couldn't bear the loneliness and couldn't
keep my chastity!

Yes! Although that thing had already happened, I really couldn't let him know. I was so afraid that he would
be hurt and feel inferior!

Gradually calming down, I lowered my head and kissed him, coaxing, "Is it good?"

"Mmm! It's good!"

"We're an old married couple, what's there to eat?"

"From now on, this might be the only way I can satisfy you!"

"It's good, it's comfortable! That's enough, thank you, husband!"

I lay down next to him again, looking at my sleeping husband, and sighed quietly.
Scenes , from when we met, got to know each other, fell in love, got married, had children... scene after scene echoed in my
mind, and I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a happy family of three...

When I woke up, it was the best sleep I'd had in half a year. I had nothing to do today, so I lay lazily in
bed, feeling relaxed for a long time!

The doorbell rang, and I knew Brother Zhang was coming again. I had thought about giving him a key before, but then I felt it wasn't appropriate.
Sometimes I'm dressed casually at home, and it would be inconvenient if he suddenly came in. Now that I've given him my body,
I'm gradually no longer feeling awkward. However, it's still best to avoid it a bit; I can't let my husband and Brother Zhang think I'm a
promiscuous woman.

I got up to open the door, looking at the low-cut, see-through nightgown I was wearing, thinking about my husband's kisses last night, and...
A few days ago, after that passionate encounter, I found myself wet between my legs without realizing
it
. I quickly changed into a set

of loungewear; although it was tight-fitting, it still accentuated my curves without being too revealing, which made me feel much more comfortable. I opened the door to get slippers for Zhang Ge, and as I bent down, I felt his gaze linger on my heavy, round, sagging breasts
. Through the round neckline, I could see the cleavage created by my full breasts. My heart fluttered. I glanced up at him.
"Still looking!"

"Hehe! Beautiful!"

"Looking at your head! You want a beating!"

"I was looking at your head, but I didn't see anything," Zhang Ge said shamelessly.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, you're going crazy!" He turned away.

Zhang Ge chuckled and followed me in. Seeing that my husband had just woken up, he greeted him and busied himself
wiping him down and changing the sheets. By the time he finished, it was almost noon.

I went to the kitchen to make lunch. Zhang Ge chatted with my husband, talking about everything under
the sun – family matters, gossip about the boss at work, conflicts between colleagues, and so on. I thought to myself, "So two men
can be this gossipy!"

Zhang Ge didn't go home for lunch, saying he wouldn't go back since his wife wasn't home. After feeding my husband, he
took a nap . Perhaps because of his lethargy, he was particularly sleepy, so he was rarely awake.

I quietly closed the bedroom door and sat down at the table. Seeing Zhang Ge waiting for me to eat,
I felt uneasy, remembering how things had started at the dinner table a few days ago. I lowered my head and ate silently, my mind preoccupied, so
I barely tasted the food.

After Zhang Ge finished eating and put down his chopsticks, he looked at me hesitantly and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you really not angry with me anymore?"

I shook my head. "I'm really not angry with you. We're both adults. Let's pretend it never happened, let's
forget about it !"

"How could I forget?" he continued. "Meeting such a wonderful woman like you is my blessing.
How could I just forget?"

I couldn't persuade him anymore: "Then just keep it in your heart and don't say it out loud. We won't be together again!"

Brother Zhang looked at me with disappointment and said, "Fine! I wasn't good enough for you anyway. Since you don't look down on me, I've
given up ..."

I hurriedly said, "No, you misunderstood. You're a good person. I've never looked down on you. It's just...
I have a husband. Even though he's like this now, I've always loved him. I've already made one mistake. I can't let him down again!"

Before he could say anything more, I stood up and started clearing the dishes and table. I went to the kitchen and washed the dishes while
my mind wandered. Suddenly, I saw my husband nursing last night, then I saw him
lying the bed, feeling lonely. Then I saw the passionate scene from that night. I could almost hear the "slap slap" of the impact,
the "squelch" of Brother Zhang's big penis thrusting into my vagina, and my own moans during orgasm!
Before I knew it, my underwear was soaked, and my legs were rubbing together unconsciously.

"Pah! How could I think about such things!"

Just as I was trying to calm myself down, a pair of strong hands suddenly wrapped around my chest from behind and hugged me tightly.
My heart pounded, and I quickly used my hands to stop his arms, turning around and asking, "Brother Zhang! No! What are you
doing?"

Brother Zhang hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I like you! Give it to me one more time, I promise it's the last
time!"

"No! Wait a minute! My husband is inside!"

"He was inside last time too, it's okay, he's asleep, let's keep it down!"

I twisted my body and said, "Please! No more! You're bullying me!"

The more I twisted, the tighter I felt being hugged, and I felt his hardness thrusting against my buttocks
.

He continued, "Little H, I love you so much, I really can't hold back anymore. I know you're like me,
wanting a normal sex life, we both have needs!"

As he spoke, he was no longer satisfied with just holding me; his hand slipped inside my clothes from behind, reaching under my armpits
and grabbing my breasts, kneading them vigorously!

At that moment, I could no longer control my desire!

"Mmm..." I groaned, releasing my pent-up emotions, tilting my neck back as far as possible, waiting
for his saliva to quench my thirsty lips.

I placed one hand on his hand on my chest, kneading my breasts in rhythm with his movements, while my other hand reached
behind me, feeling his thick penis through his pants.

He kneaded my breasts while kissing my cheeks, whispering in my ear, "You're so sexy!
You're so beautiful! I want you!"

At 170cm, I'm only 5cm shorter than Zhang Ge. He gently pushed me from behind, and my hands landed on
the counter. Then, he roughly pulled out his hard, erect penis and pressed it
between my buttocks through my thin house pants. His hand deftly slipped through my buttocks, covering my
full, peach-like vulva, caressing it through my house pants. I could almost see his thick fingers already covered in
my vaginal fluid.

He pulled down my pants, down to my knees. My labia were thick and slightly parted,
revealing the sensitive clitoris between the folds. His fingers pressed incessantly, and my secret
garden was already hot, wet, and sticky.

I was lying face down on the control panel, my supple waist arched, my high, full buttocks sticking out. This lewd and
wanton position was a first for me, and it would be irresistible to any man, including him.

He grasped his angry, hard penis and savagely slid it between my buttocks, penetrating my
exposed flesh. I felt his glans brush against my soft petals, teasing my trembling entrance.

It was so big! So round! The smooth, round glans, I could feel its heat, as it relentlessly,
wickedly, shamelessly probed my secret passage.

He used his fingers to pry open my petals, forcing his thick penis into my vagina. My soft
walls gracefully yielded to that hot, vibrant behemoth!

I leaned forward, feeling a wave of dizziness and confusion, only knowing that he thrust his lower abdomen deep inside.
After a few breaths, he was completely and thoroughly inside me.

He gradually increased the force of his thrusts, and I involuntarily propped myself up with my hands. He reached around
my thighs, touching my crotch, stroking my wet labia, and squeezing my clitoris with his fingers.
Meanwhile, his penis was stirring my already overflowing vagina.

We remained in this position, my hot, wet vaginal fluids coating his glans and shaft, pulsating
with thrust, the soft walls inside twitching and throbbing, as if the cavity itself were deliberately caressing
it.

I nervously enjoyed this man's storm of passion.

"Little H, you're so good! You're like a sexy little kitten!" His breathing was rapid but with a satisfied
air. I didn't know if he was praising my vagina, which was overflowing with thick, wet fluids, or my soft, full
buttocks .

I turned my face away, afraid his voice would carry outside. This adventure in such a high-risk situation was indeed exciting.
I responded involuntarily, a response more intense than I had ever experienced in my previous mundane sex life,
like a dream.

My vagina contracted repeatedly with his thrusts, beads of sweat dripped from my cheeks,
gathering in my armpits, cleavage, and inner thighs. My vaginal fluid soaked his penis, even overflowing from my vulva, forming
a slow, milky stream that flowed down my thighs.

"Ah... um! um! Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer!"

I moaned softly, so softly I could barely hear myself. My legs were numb and stiff, but I
still managed to hold on, resisting the heavy impacts of his body from behind! "So good! It feels so good to fuck you! I've finally felt it again!" he exclaimed as

he thrust into my buttocks ! "Little H, can I fuck you like this again in the future?" I responded with "um" sounds, feeling the fullness inside my vagina, whether from pleasure or a veiled agreement to his request, I couldn't tell. Countless thoughts raced through my mind at that moment, finally settling on shame and self-reproach: "I'm sorry! Husband! Your wife, in the kitchen at home, was fucked by this man again, fucked by your friend, by his big cock... broke through my body and penetrated... so hard... it went in, please come and save me! I'm in so much pain! I've already promised him, I'll never refuse him again!" The next second, all those thoughts were shattered by the overwhelming pleasure flooding my mind! Brother Zhang gripped my breasts, while his powerful cock thrust in and out relentlessly, fucking me until my body went limp . Our bodies were passionately intertwined, he panted, his nostrils exhaling a strong scent of hormones, and I heard the "plop plop" of thrusting and the "slap slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh. My hair was disheveled, sticking to my body, and smelled of my own fluids. I'd already climaxed several times, and a strange thought vaguely crossed my mind: "The frantically secreted vaginal fluid, the part that didn't overflow, was being pushed to the deepest point by the inserted cock, pouring back into my head. And with each repeated thrusting, my head was filled to the brim with the vaginal fluid, swaying back and forth, making me dizzy. All I could think about was endless intercourse!" I breathed heavily, moaning softly, "Fuck me...fuck me harder! Ahhhhh...ahhh!" "Who will fuck you?" "You will!" "Where will I fuck?" "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt with your big cock!" " Say 'let your husband fuck you!'" "My husband can't fuck me anymore, let Brother Zhang fuck me! Fuck your sister-in-law!" "Ah...ahhh...ahhh!" He teased me with vulgar words while vigorously fucking my vagina, his grip on my breasts deforming them, my buttocks rippled like water from his thrusts. With another round of intense fucking, I felt his penis swell and throb violently inside my vagina, knowing he was about to ejaculate, and another orgasm came to me. After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, he pulled out his penis, streams of semen shooting onto my back . Feeling the hot semen flowing down my back, down my clothes, onto my waist and buttocks, the satisfaction was indescribable, only flushed face telling the story of what had just happened. I took off my semen-soaked shirt, and naked in front of him, changed into new loungewear. I no longer felt awkward, turned around and embraced him, feeling his caresses and warm chest. I could no longer let go of this good man. When fate brings us together, we should cherish it; when it ends, only fate will decide... [The End]

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