I'll take care of my friend's ex-wife.

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I have a friend who lived close by with me when we were young. We went to the same elementary, middle, and high schools, always walking to and from school together. After graduating from university, his parents arranged a stable job for him in our small county, while I chose to develop my career in the provincial capital, which is also close to home. We've maintained a good relationship ever since.
Later, my friend started dating a girl. After meeting her a few times, he was still undecided. So, he invited his girlfriend and me to dinner, asking for my advice. His girlfriend was quite pretty, not short, and rather slim, and she was very well-mannered. She made a very good impression on me from our first meeting. At the time, I even thought how wonderful it would be if she were my girlfriend. After that meeting, my friend asked me what I thought. And so, after giving him my opinion, we started dating. Less than three months later, we got married. On our wedding day, I was running around doing everything for him, working myself to the bone. I felt even more exhausted than if I were getting married myself.
At first, their life was quite good after they got married; they were very loving. When I came home from out of town, they would often invite me over for dinner. Everyone appreciates beauty, and sometimes during meals, I couldn't help but glance at his wife a few times—she really was beautiful! A few times she noticed me looking at her, but she didn't say anything, just smiled and moved on. Once, during dinner, she asked me if I knew any local specialties or good food from Shanghai, saying it would be convenient for me to bring her things in the future. That's how we added each other on WeChat. Occasionally, we'd like each other's posts on Moments, comment on each other's posts, and chat a bit. Later, they started arguing frequently. Whenever they bickered, they would call me first, telling me to mediate. Sometimes I would text his wife to comfort her, and we gradually started chatting more. They would argue and sleep in separate rooms, and sometimes I would talk to her until late at night. Gradually, we started talking more about everyday things. Perhaps it was a case of familiarity breeds fondness, but his wife seemed to have some feelings for me, and she would occasionally flirt with me. Sometimes, late at night, I would suddenly receive a message from her on my phone. When I opened it, sometimes it was a video of her dancing, sometimes a slightly revealing selfie, and she would ask me if it looked good. I never replied to her messages, and I didn't know what to say. I would just read them and then delete them, afraid that someone else might find out. But my heart would always pound, and I did want to sleep with her. I had fantasized many times about pinning her down and having sex with her. Even so, I remained clear-headed. The old saying, "One should not covet one's friend's wife," always stayed in my mind, and I couldn't have any impure thoughts. In this way, the three of us lived peacefully for more than three or four years, and they even had a child.
Two months ago, they finally divorced. The daughter was awarded to the mother. My friend's wife called me, saying she was upset and never expected things to end this way. I talked to her on the phone for a long time. Those days, I spent every night talking to her or texting her. She jokingly said, "I'll come visit you, to cheer myself up, I'm so depressed." I said, "Sure! Come on over! It's been so long, I've missed you!" I was just joking, but a few days later, she sent me a picture of a train ticket. She really was coming? She really came…
Later, she arrived. I booked her a hotel, and after settling her in, I took her shopping, had meals with her, and played games with her. During dinner, we drank some alcohol. She held my hand and told me how disappointed she was in the relationship. After dinner, I took her to the hotel; she was so drunk she could barely walk. At the time, I didn't know if she was genuinely drunk or faking it. Later, I found out she was faking it; she wasn't actually drunk. With one arm around my shoulder and the other around her waist, we went into the room I'd prepared for her and put her on the bed. She deliberately spread her legs wide, lying in a starfish position. At that moment, I glanced unintentionally at her crotch. Because she was wearing very loose denim shorts, I could easily see the black lace panties she was wearing underneath. At that moment, fueled by alcohol and sexual desire, I immediately became aroused. I thought to myself, "One shouldn't mess with a friend's wife, but she's my ex-wife, so I don't need to be so reserved..." My trembling hands reached out and pulled off her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a black bra underneath. After removing the bra, her white breasts were visible. I touched them a few times, and her nipples hardened. While kissing her nipples, I pulled off her shorts and underwear, discovering she shaved her pubic hair. Her mons pubis was smooth and felt incredibly good. After taking off her clothes, I kissed, touched, and licked her for a while. She became aroused, and I started to penetrate her. After a few thrusts, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "I knew you'd wanted to sleep with me for a long time." Holy crap, I almost went weak. I thought to myself, now I don't need to hold back anymore, and I replied, "I've wanted to fuck you for ages, ever since I first saw you I wanted to strip you naked!" What followed was a series of positions and lewd words during our sex. We did it twice that night. The next morning, while she was still asleep, I got ready and went to work. I sent her a few messages, reminding her to eat and drink water when she woke up. She woke up later and replied, saying she was going to visit a classmate she hadn't seen in a long time and have dinner with her. That evening, I still had dinner with her and stayed at a hotel for about a week before she left, buying a ticket to go back to her hometown.
Since then, she still calls me frequently and sends me sexy photos late at night. I also often check in on her, chat with her, and when she went back to her hometown, I would go directly to her rented apartment in the county town, and after the child was asleep, we would have sex all sorts of times. To be honest, although this woman is crazy, she seems really likable, and I really like her. But because of my friendship with her, there won't be any future with her. Maybe she knows this herself. She hasn't said anything about developing a relationship. Let's just continue being friends with benefits, and see how it goes...

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