He slept with his wife's best friend, Yi Yan, during a business trip.

So, about two months ago this summer, my company sent me on a business trip to another city. Although I didn't want to go, I was forced by my boss's intimidation, so I packed my bags, bought a ticket, and boarded the train. While idly browsing an e-book on my phone, I suddenly heard someone call my name loudly. I looked up and saw a woman standing in front of me. Dear readers, I wanted to describe her appearance, but alas, my writing skills are poor, so I'll omit several hundred words here! Actually, calling her a "girl" isn't quite right. She's been married for six or seven years, and her child is already in kindergarten, so she's practically a young married woman. She was a classmate of my wife, and we got along quite well. She's quite tall, not particularly beautiful or ugly, and has a full figure, but definitely not fat—I'd describe her as voluptuous. She works as an accountant at the company's property management office. We've eaten together before, and she seems like a very outgoing and lively person. Her name is Yi Yan! Because her name contains the character "Yan," we call her Yan Yan.
Seeing her standing in the car, I was a little surprised and asked her where she was going. She readily agreed, switched seats with the person next to me, grabbed her bag, and sat down next to me. After chatting for a bit, I learned that she was studying for the adult college entrance examination and was going to attend a summer course in another city for a few days. I was worried about being bored on the train alone, so this was great. I ran into an acquaintance, and a decent-looking young woman at that. I was secretly pleased; at least I had someone to chat with so I wouldn't be bored. Yi Yan seemed to be wearing a long, strappy dress that day, and her fair, plump arms made my heart skip a beat. The scent she exuded was definitely different from that of a young girl or a middle-aged woman.
The train started and headed towards the provincial capital, and we chatted idly. To be honest, although I had eaten with a large group of people before, this was the first time I had a private conversation with her. She was very talkative and had a loud voice, not caring whether anyone was around. Occasionally, she even used some vulgar language, but being a nurse, she spoke quite casually. We chatted about work and life. At first, it was a serious, organizational talk, but gradually the conversation became more casual. She even brought up how her husband pursued her, boasting about how much he loved her and how obedient he was. However, I knew her husband; he worked at a bank, and his temper wasn't as good as she made it out to be.
At noon, the car stopped at a highway rest area, and I treated her to a simple meal. She enjoyed the food and, being a bit of a cheapskate, seemed quite happy. During the meal, she told me a few risqué jokes—the kind nurses love to tell, mostly about patients teasing nurses. After lunch, we continued on the bus. She was getting drowsy and, after chatting for a while, leaned back in her seat and fell asleep. Sometimes her body was directly against mine, and the contact between our arms made me feel the smoothness of her skin, which made me quite restless. I couldn't sleep at all, staring at the trashy domestic film playing on the bus, completely oblivious to what it was about.
Midway through the trip, Yan Yan woke up and saw her head resting on my shoulder. She laughed and said we looked like a couple on vacation. I said, "You bet! Everyone on the bus will think we're a couple." I joked, "We're a perfect match!" She giggled and said, "Couples should hold hands!" Then she actually took my hand briefly and let go, laughing loudly, "Li Chunmei (my wife) will definitely give you a piece of her mind if she finds out!" I was speechless, thinking she was a true heroine.
That day, there was a car accident on the highway ahead, causing a traffic jam of over an hour. We finally arrived in Shijiazhuang around 7 PM. I asked her where she was going, since the summer program was over an hour's drive from the city center, and the buses there stopped running early. She asked where I was staying, and I said the XX Hotel. Our company always stays there when we come to Shijiazhuang on business; it's a three-star hotel owned by a department within the same system, and we can get a discount. She glanced at me, thought for a moment, and said with a grin, "Since we're a couple, I'll stay at the XX Hotel too." I jokingly asked her, "How many rooms do you want? A couple only needs one room." She laughed and playfully hit me, saying, "Aren't you afraid I'll call your wife and complain?"
After the joke, we took a taxi straight to the XX Hotel. In the car, I was still thinking that if we booked two rooms, I wouldn't be able to get reimbursed. It seemed I'd have to pay for one room myself, which would cost several hundred yuan. When we arrived at the hotel, I was about to book a room when Yan Yan offered, "Let's just get a standard room. You can get reimbursed when you get back. I'll just squeeze in with you for one night." I was taken aback and asked her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll molest you?" She said, "You dare! I'll call your wife directly." I said, "I'm scared of you! I promise I won't look at you or do anything inappropriate."
After booking the room, we went upstairs to put our luggage down and then went out to eat. I paid again, since I could get reimbursed anyway, and she was happy to eat for free. We ate at a night market on the street. I love eating at local night markets when I'm on business trips—they're cheap, delicious, and have local flavors, much better than the expensive and uninteresting meals at hotels. Maybe she saved me some money on a hotel room, because I was very happy. I ordered a whole table of dishes, including abalone. Yan Yan kept laughing when she saw the abalone buns. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she asked me, "What does this look like?" Of course I knew what it looked like, but I pretended not to know and asked her what it looked like. She laughed so hard she was shaking, saying, "Doesn't it look like a woman's genitals?!" Her voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of several men at the next table. I broke out in a cold sweat. The nurse was indeed incredibly "open-minded"! I was truly impressed!
We drank some beer, voluntarily downing more than a bottle without me having to persuade her.
Under the dim light, her face looked alluring, and combined with her smooth, plump arms, her allure suddenly surged to over 100—absolutely devastating.
After dinner, I suggested we take a walk. We strolled aimlessly through the bustling streets, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy, a sense of anticipation for the night ahead. Perhaps it was the new environment, but Yan Yan seemed inexplicably excited, everything was new and exciting. So much so that when her husband called to check on her, I worried she might say she was sharing a room with me. Thankfully, in some ways she wasn't just all looks and no substance (actually, her breasts weren't that big, just average, they only appeared large because of her bra). She soberly told her husband she had arrived at the medical school and was staying in the student dormitory, which put my mind at ease.
We got back to the hotel at 10:30 pm. Yan Yan turned on the air conditioner and habitually drew the curtains. This unintentional action unexpectedly stirred my imagination. I told myself, don't be impulsive, she might not have any such intentions, don't ruin our friendship.
Yan Yan wiped her sweat, revealing a few sparse hairs under her snow-white armpits, her voluptuous body… I thought, I'm starting to feel restless. She asked me, "Do you want to take a shower?" I said ladies first, and she went into the bathroom with a grin, turning back to me and saying, "Don't peek!" I said, "Don't make me bring you underwear like in the movies!" She giggled and said, "You watch too many dramas."
The sound of running water in the bathroom seemed to be arousing me; to be honest, I was already erect.
The door opened, and Yan Yan came out wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown. Maybe it's because of her good figure and skin, but this woman really likes wearing spaghetti strap outfits. I asked her, "You even brought a nightgown with you when you came to study? Aren't you tired?" She grinned and said, "Not only did I bring a nightgown, I also brought condoms. Do you want to see them?" I said, "Let me see them." She slapped me and said, "Do you think I'm a prostitute, carrying that stuff around?" Then she glanced at me and said, "What size do you wear? Do you want me to get a few boxes from the hospital and give them to you?" I said, "Large, of course." She spat and said, "You're quite arrogant. Go take a shower, you're covered in sweat."
In the bathroom, Yan Yan's discarded underwear was lying on the sink—a semi-transparent pair with lace trim. This woman seemed completely oblivious to propriety. I'm sorry, I admit I picked it up and smelled it; a strong scent of perfume and the scent of a woman's body made me feel guilty, but my little brother was uncontrollably aroused, so much so that it didn't go down throughout the entire shower.
When I came out of the shower, Yan Yan was half-lying on the bed watching "If You Are the One." Seeing me dressed neatly, she asked why I wasn't wearing pajamas. I replied that men don't carry as much stuff as women. She said, "So you sleep all dressed up like this?
How are you going out tomorrow if your clothes are wrinkled? It's okay, you can wear shorts. What haven't I seen? I've seen even plus sizes, haha." Her words made me feel embarrassed, thinking that I wasn't as open as a woman, so I actually took off my t-shirt and pants, lying on the other bed in my shorts. While I was taking off my clothes, Yan Yan told me that once when she was shaving a patient who was about to have surgery at the hospital, the patient's penis became erect and quite large. She asked me to rub alcohol on the glans, and it immediately went soft again because of the pain. After she finished speaking, she laughed and asked me if I wanted to try the taste of alcohol.
I was sweating bullets! I'd only ever heard people say nurses were outspoken, but today I finally experienced it firsthand. I was completely flustered and didn't know how to respond, so I just pretended to lie down naturally and said, "You've been on the road all day, aren't you tired? Go to sleep, we have errands to run tomorrow." Lying on my side, my little brother was already rock hard.
Seeing I wasn't saying anything, Yan Yan probably got bored too. She watched
some "If You Are the One" (a popular Chinese dating show) for a while, then turned off the TV and went to sleep. The bathroom light was still on, casting a soft glow in the room. It wasn't late, but I could clearly hear my own heartbeat. After a while, Yan Yan seemed to turn over and whispered, "Do you want to come over?"
Hmm? I wondered if I was just hallucinating. Yan Yan moved further in, her back to me, her buttocks under her nightgown looking unusually full and round. "Come over if you want," she whispered, "I won't tell your wife."
Brothers, you probably can't understand how I felt at that moment. I was just so excited! My blood was boiling, my soul was possessed! I wasn't alone in this battle!!!
I jumped off the bed and onto hers, grabbing her from behind. Since she was a woman taking the initiative, I, a grown man, shouldn't be shy. Under her nightgown, Yan Yan wasn't wearing a bra, and my hand easily reached her breasts, which were neither too big nor too small. Not bad, they felt really nice! I kneaded them like dough; the nipples of a breastfeeding woman seemed quite large. I gently pinched them, and Yan Yan let out a series of blissful moans.
Slowly, Yan Yan also reached out her wicked hand, slipping it inside my shorts and pinching my penis, whispering with a laugh: "You weren't lying to me, it really isn't small!" I chuckled in her ear, "There's no alcohol in the room, you won't be able to soften it!" Yan Yan pinched it harder and said, "Then I'll squeeze out the semen inside and see if it softens." I asked her, "What will you use to squeeze it?" As I spoke, I reached my hand inside her nightgown. "
What do you want me to use to squeeze it?" Yan Yan laughed, circling her finger around the head of my penis, making it tickle. "Of course, I'll use this to squeeze," I said, reaching my hand to her vulva. It was full and plump, the labia already moist. I could feel it; there wasn't much pubic hair, just a sparse tuft. "
Don't put your fingers in, they have bacteria," Yan Yan whispered, her fingers expertly rubbing my penis. "
If not with your hands, then what? With a big sausage?" I asked her with a laugh. She said, "Wait a minute, let's play for a bit first. You can lick it first, I washed it very clean!"
I laughed and said, "That's not good, is it? Our first time together and you're asking me to kiss your genitals? How am I supposed to hold my head up in front of you later?" "Hold your head up," Yan Yan turned to me, smiling seductively. "Asking you to kiss me is giving you face. I don't let others kiss me, but if you don't kiss me today, I won't let your sausage in. Come on, let's kiss first, it'll be more comfortable to play slowly." With that, she kissed me, frantically sticking her tongue into my mouth, making me tremble as if I'd been electrocuted.
A moment later, we were both naked. I lay on the bed, and she was on top of me, her snow-white buttocks facing my face. This must be the legendary "69" position. As expected of a nurse, her skills were not just for show. My little brother felt like it was melting in her mouth. Her tongue was incredibly skillful, and I even moaned like a woman. As comfortable as it was, I still had to do my job. My tongue was also working hard on her labia. Although it was clean, it was still salty and slightly fishy, but it was okay, there was no other strange smell.
The first time I entered, we went back to tradition. I was on top of her, and she held my little brother, aiming at the entrance and sliding it in easily. It was as wet as a flood inside. She had a C-section, so it was still very tight and felt very good. I suspected that her husband's penis wasn't as big as mine because when I entered, she clearly cried out, "It's full!"
I won't go into details about what happened next; the guys on the forum should be very familiar with it. That night we did it twice. The second time, I turned on the light and tried many different positions: doggy style, woman on top, chair... and so on. I practiced every position I could think of. She was very cooperative, excitedly moving around with me. Looking at her snow-white, voluptuous body under the light, I felt a surge of passion to thrust into her. Finally, under the shower in the bathroom, I pulled out my penis, removed the condom, and ejaculated onto her breasts.
If the hotel hadn't only provided two condoms, I don't think we would have only done it twice that night.
Around 3 a.m., after our two encounters, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.
We didn't get up until after 9 a.m. the next morning. She was washing her face and brushing her teeth with her bare bottom exposed. I held her alluring buttocks and kissed her for a while. If it weren't for the fact that she was in her fertile period, we probably would have had another morning orgasm. Finally, she knelt down and used her freshly brushed mouth to help me release. I can say without exaggeration that I ejaculated all over her face, although the concentration was noticeably less than the night before. At that moment, I thought, maybe I should take some kidney tonics, haha, men these days.
Afterwards, I hurriedly went out to run errands, while she grabbed her luggage and took a bus to register at medical school.
The passion ended abruptly, barely begun before it was over. I knew that back home, she would still be my wife's good friend, and when we met, we would only exchange knowing smiles. And I, as always, would chat casually with her husband at gatherings, acting as if nothing had happened.
After returning from Shijiazhuang, I saw her a few more times, always at gatherings. We calmly let life go on, probably admiring each other's acting skills. Only once at a gathering, I went outside the private room to smoke, and she came out with her son to the restroom. We met in the hallway, smiled, and her eyes sparkled. She secretly reached out and squeezed my hand. At that moment, everything was understood without words.
I thought the story would fade into oblivion, but about ten days ago, on the morning of the third day after Army Day, I received a text from her: "Have you forgotten me?" I was in a meeting at the time, so I rushed to the back row and replied, "How could I forget? That was the most exciting night of my life!" Of course, I also sent a text expressing my longing, the content of which was a bit cheesy, but I won't go into details here, haha. Then she texted, "He's away on a business trip, and I sent my son to my parents' house. Are you busy?" You know what I mean by that. What else can I say? Even if I'm busy, I have to say I'm not. So I made an excuse to ask my boss for leave, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and rushed over.
I'd been to her house before for a gathering, but this time with a different mood and purpose, I felt a bit like a thief, not daring to linger. She opened the door and let me in, still wearing that slip dress, still with that carefree, cheerful smile. I felt like I was back in that hotel in the provincial capital. After closing the door, I said, "Is anyone home?" She buried her face in my chest, her bright red lips pressed against mine, and after a passionate French kiss, we sat on the sofa, caressing each other. She said softly, "Even if I don't reach out to you, you should at least reach out to me." I said, "Life goes on."
She rolled her eyes at me, "You don't even send a text message, you're just using me as a tool for your venting?" I knew that saying anything at that moment would be exhausting. The best way was to just push her down on the sofa, kiss her wildly, and rip off her nightgown. Underneath, she was wearing a swimsuit-like lingerie set, with no opening at the breasts, exposing them completely. And to make matters worse, her most important part was also a hole, her plump labia shamelessly displayed.
"Do you like it? I wore it especially for you," Yan Yan said, beaming at my surprised expression, instantly transforming from a resentful woman into a wanton one. Tell me, how could I not like it? Any man would probably like it. "I didn't get enough last time, so I'll make it up to you today," she said, pressing my head against her breasts with a grin. "We have a whole day today. I don't pick up my son until 6 PM, so you can do whatever you want."
A whole day? I deliberately patted my head and said, "If I'd known, I would have bought a box of Ant Power (a health supplement) before coming." "You little rascal," Yan Yan rolled her eyes at me, then said with a seductive smile, "It's not like I'm not letting you rest. You can rest on me if you're tired. I even bought you food. If you don't let me have my fill today, you're not going out."
Fellow wolves, what I want to say is, when you see a sexy young woman in lingerie moaning beneath you, that feeling is fucking amazing!
This was a rare indulgence, a release of humanity. I went wild, moaning, "Come on, Yi Yan, put your big ass on my face. I love this feeling." Yan Yan laughed and straddled me, placing her plump buttocks on my face, leering, "Isn't my taste good? You'll want a second time after just one." The room was filled with the sounds of our sucking.
That day, from morning to afternoon, we did it three times. The third time, she basically woke up my penis with her mouth. To be honest, I was a little numb, or maybe I was just too excited. I almost couldn't get an erection. If it weren't for her amazing oral skills, I probably would have been embarrassed. We also tried anal sex. She brought some stuff from the hospital, something like Vaseline or something, and applied it to the condom and her anus. I have to say, this excited me again. I suspect she's been influenced by Western adult films; she wants to learn everything from foreigners and has a strong curiosity about these new things. However, anal sex didn't feel good. Her anus was too tight; it was difficult to penetrate, and then the anal walls gripped it tightly. After only a few minutes, I switched to vaginal sex. She, on the other hand, seemed unsatisfied, constantly saying, "It hurts, but it feels so new!" I guess her husband is too old-fashioned, which is why she used her curiosity to try things with me.
During sex, I took a few photos with my phone. One of them showed her moaning with her eyes closed—very alluring! However, during the break, I let her look at them one by one and then delete them. I didn't dare keep them either; after all, we were too close, and I couldn't leave any trace.
At 5:30 PM, I left her house. When I opened the door, she lay weakly on the sofa and said to me, "Be good to your wife when you get home. Let's keep our affair a secret." As I left, I felt exhausted, my mind blank. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, I thought to myself, "Maybe some of these people are on their way to meet their lovers. Everyone has secrets." Suddenly, the name of a certain movie came to mind.

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